#lee juyeon x male reader smut

[star-suh]

Fighting in The Streets, Fucking in The Sheets

Lee Juyeon x Male Reader

cw: college au, top juyeon, enemies to lovers prompt, kinda fluffy sex, fluff at the end, fingering, blowjob, spit as lube, unprotected sex, creampie.

an: decided to stop using the / in yn bcs it's so annoying and i'm lazy.

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yn is one of the best student of class A, he is one of those feisty nerds who is not afraid to stand up against someone who is bothering him.

on the other side there's lee juyeon, the polar opposite. he is a lazy person who doesn't do anything in class, he just sits in the back to do nothing with his friends, he is not a bully but if he has to confront someone he will do it.

“ok class silence” shouted the teacher "today i’m going to assign you a homework and it would be in pairs, and no juyeon you can go back to your seat, i'm the one choosing them" she said with a devilish smile while juyeon went back to his seat silently.

“... and finally lee juyeon with ln yn”, “please no” yn shouted “anyone but that good-for-nothing, can i do it alone please?", "good-for-nothing? who are you calling a good-for-nothing son of a bit-".

“well, both of you, shut up” the teacher cut juyeon's speech “i don't care if you can't stand each other's asses, but i'm waiting for that homework on my desk the other week, did you hear?" she said sternly.

“hey loser, your house or mine?” asked juyeon while chewing gum, “mine of course i don't want to put my feet on your pigsty house” said y/n laughing at the other's red angry face. “this bitch” juyeon spit out his chewing gum towards the other male and then grabbed him by his collar and cornered him towards a wall. "listen to me, you idiot, i'm not interested in doing a homework with you either, but i don't want to lose the subject, so yes or yes, we have to do it." juyeon let go of yn and when he turned out to leave a hand smacked his head “you forgot your gum dumbass” a scandalous laugh left yn's mouth only to be silenced seconds later by juyeon's fist.

someone was knocking on the door and yn already had an idea who it was and despite he does not want to, he would have to receive him. he opened the door and there he was, juyeon with light scratches in his beautiful face "ugh you look like shit" yn says with a disgusted face. juyeon just looks at him with a frown "and you look like diarrhea. let me in".

the room was in an awkward silence, both avoided looking at themselves while they concentrated on finishing the task. yesterday after juyeon hit yn, the fight continued for a few moments. the nerd managed to leave some light bruises and scratches on juyeon's face but he was the most affected, his lower lip was split, he have a small bruise next to his eye and some scratches in his cheeks. 

yn accidentally hurts his lip from which blood begins to flow, juyeon is shocked by this and grabs the sleeve of his jacket to put pressure on the wound "you are doing a lot for a simple cut. it's not like my heart is going to burst out over there" yn murmurs. "can you shut up for once in your life?.. do you have anything to apply in your wound?" juyeon asks and yn just points to where the first aid kit is. 

“there, it's done” juyeon puts the items in the kit but still keeps staring at yn's lips. the tension begins to increase… until juyeon throws himself towards yn eating his mouth. at first he resisted but when after feeling the other's soft lips he simply let himself go and began to enjoy the sensation. “eager much?” joked yn, “hmm” said juyeon introducing his fingers on the other's mouth “make that mouth of yours useful”.

clothes were discarded very quickly, both were desperate for each other, finally being capable of breaking the tension that was being built up since god knows when. 

one by one each digit entered yn's hole, juyeon making a scissors motion to open the hole. "so tight for me" he laughed, showing that perfect smile to the feisty nerd. "i wonder what you taste like" and without any warning juyeon took yn's dick into his mouth, savoring the almost salty taste of his pre-cum “just as i imagined” he smacked his lips..

juyeon's tip is entering yn's hole “you're still so fucking tight relax a bit” growled the top, resting his forehead on yn's shoulder. “it's easy for you to say that you're not the one being wrecked right now” yn cried. with subtle movements juyeon started thrusting “for being a bully you're being very gentle” the words slurred out of yn's mouth. “i'm not a bully for you information” immediately after saying that, juyeon kissed the other boy to shut him up. “spit here” demanded juyeon and the other guy obeyed. juyeon then spits on that same hand, pulls out his cock and smears it with the saliva mixture, causing gushy and sloppy sounds when he introduces it again.

they were in a doggy style position now, juyeon's hands started to leave marks on yn's hips as he was squeezing him very hard due to his rough thrusts. “please harder” moaned yn “i need you… to feel you” at this point yn was admitting that he had already imagined doing this with juyeon and this didn't went unnoticed by the top who kissed the other's back and whispered “i need you too”.

the skin slapping sound was loud, juyeon slammed himself hard on yn's ass, his hands being marked on the ass cheeks in a bright red color. “i'm feeling so good. do you feel good too?” grunted the top. “yeah… yeah i do- so good i feel so goo-hngh…” moaned the bottom.

juyeon started to pull out and then slam his cock back in a few times until he began to feel that he was going to cum "shit i’m going to cum" he takes out his cock and begins to stroke his dick so fast looking for that delicious sensation "fuck–" he grunted spilling all his cum over yn's hole that opened and closed as if it wanted to eat the other's seed.

“shit nerd i came a lot” he said catching his breath, “now it's your turn, cum for me”. yn began to stroke his hard dick, hooded and teary eyes looking directly at juyeon's ones. the katter trying to help him to release spat on his tip and then sucked on his balls “come on, cum for me” seconds later the white liquid came out of the tip of his dick, staining the other's face with it, "yummy" said the other, sucking the sensitive dick until it was clean…

the following days the relationship between them improved, going from one of rivals to one of friends with benefits that slowly transformed into one of lovers. juyeon was playing a football game and when he scored a goal, he ran towards where the audience was, more exactly where yn was sitting. he took out a bouquet of flowers and a sign from god knows where that said 'yn do you want to be my boyfriend?' the entire audience screamed with excitement. the boy blushed and felt a bit embarrassed, however, he responded excited "yes, i really want to” he came down from the stands running towards the boy to give him a kiss full of love. 

[jinisnuggets]

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ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴶᵘʸᵉᵒⁿ ˣ ᵍⁿ/ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ˢᵐᵘᵗ?

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹.⁵ᵏ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ, ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵏᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ, ⁱᵗ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ, ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡ...

ᵇᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ: @cafekitsune

Your boyfriend, who was majoring in becoming a doctor… really couldn't take a break from his studies.

Although you were younger than him, you had already graduated completely and we're moving on to the next chapter of your life.

Yes maybe you were still listening to music on your headphones as you logged into Minecraft to play with some of your SO’s friends (which was honestly one of your favorite things to do), you still couldn't help but still feel like you really did take huge step forward now that the next part was finding a job to maintain yourself and move out of your dorm, having the freedom to create your own rules.

However he was just…

“I'm bothering you?” You heard your boyfriend say still looking at his assignments.

“I don't want you to take it badly- it isn't that you're bothering me but I feel like we can never hang out or go on dates anymore.”

“I know I'm sorry babe- I'm really trying my best, I promise once this is over I'll have more time for you.”

“Take your time! But just try to make a bit more time for our relationship, like lets get a us night where we can watch a movie or a drama... I don't know but let's do something.”

A slow smile formed on his face as he turned around to look at you, nodding softly with some of the most innocent eyes.

“I'll see what I can do.”

Leaving the room, you brought yourself to the couch which sat peacefully in the living room, slowly laying down and taking your phone out of your pocket.

The more you thought about it the more you realized you really were truly lucky to have someone like Juyeon next to you. For as far as you could remember Juyeon always had that reputation as a guy who was hard to date, not even because he played hard to get, but because he just naturally wasn't interested in having a relationship.

A man who was so focused on his studies and truly rarely felt affection towards anyone, it really did make a perfect combination. Truthfully you enjoyed all those qualities of the man who you often saw in your dreams, good human being, handsome, studious, and open to trying new things. He was someone who could easily be trusted even by those who had trust issues, like yourself.

The furthest memories of your crush on him went all the way back to middle school, when you were 13 and he was 14. You were never the type who just glanced at someone and declared them your hallway crush just so you could find a brand new one 2 days later… when you had a crush it was damn serious, and anyone who knew you would say the same thing.

Juyeon was one of those guys who had pulled you into their game of catch, and you weren't complaining because at the end of the day… it was you who won, which had a guaranteed winning percentage of 0% at the time, now that you were in your 20's you often laugh at your younger self.

You couldn't remember when things began going downhill in your relationship with Juyeon, all you knew is that it was during college, both of you played a part in that and no one could deny it. Although it upsetted you, you could never bring it up due to his busy schedule, so today that he stayed in the dorm in order to complete his work, you took the opportunity to talk with him about it, which didn't go as expected but at least it was said.

But you just had a gut feeling that nothing would change… and for some reason it just really bothered you.

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You found yourself standing in front of his door, late but still early, you had to be quick because it was a school night, and you completely knew that after the first move was played there was no going back.. it was worth thinking if what you were doing was okay, but you just wanted to tell your lover that you really needed his attention and would do anything for it.

Bringing your eyes to the fixed person in front of you, you brought yourself to ask “Do you want anything?” as you held a glass of water above your appeared to be empty hand, taking a sip before placing it on his side table that was full of his folders and books.

To your surprise… well you didn't know if you could say that when you fully expected it- Juyeon was sitting on his bed, laptop on lap with notebook on his side.

“That's kind but no thank you, I am okay for right now. If you want you can come join me for some time”

You smiled and nodded as you realized your boyfriend hadn't forgotten and took into consideration what you had said earlier.

Maybe there wasn't a need to go so far..?

Juyeon focused on his laptop as you leaned on his shoulder, resting your arm on his waist and looking at the screen in front of you, you really were lucky to find such a green flag- however, the fact he prioritized his studies so much was bothering you… a lot more than you thought it would and part of you felt guilty for that… especially because he was so passionate about becoming a doctor and you limited that experience for him. You really couldn't help feel this way, but you always found a way to reason with yourself.

Before you realized, your body had acted for you and you had unconsciously closed Juyeon’s laptop and threw it to the side.

Glancing at your boyfriend who started at you with a confused stare, mouth opening as if he was about to make a comment on your behavior, you interrupted him before he could speak, “Don't you think that's enough work for today..? Babe..?”

Juyeon chuckled awkwardly before responding “Y/n- I can't rest until I finish my assignment.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's response, slowly turning back to look at him with a bored and somewhat offended glare.

“Seriously Juyeon, what's up with you? You have a total of 4 years to complete and earn your degree! There's many people who have managed to complete it without an issue and no need to overwork themselves so much. Why can't you be like them?”

Juyeon slowly lifted his head to look at you as he noticed your angry tone.

“Look I'm sorry, I get why you're mad- I haven't been prioritizing you and I sincerely apologize for that. I promise I'll do better.” You heard him respond, although he had a bit of annoyance scattered around his voice, he truly was sincere and truthful.

That wasn't enough for you however.

“If you're gonna tell me that then start to prove it.”

You didn't intend your voice to sound so aggressive, but you definitely did put yourself on top of him with your tone.

“I promise I will- just give me time. Tomorrow I'll invite you out for dinner and I'll take you shopping.”

“Juyeon- I don't want any of that.”

Voice low and monotone, waiting for your boyfriend's response, who was lost looking into your deep colored eyes.

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Smiling, you slowly brought yourself closer to him, kissing him slowly, making sure to deliver all of your love through that one, simple, long kiss.

“What was that for-..?” He asked, with a small smile forming on his face as he laid down pulling you on top of him. If there was a better opportunity to carry on with your plan, the best time was to do it now.

“Listen Juyeon, I don't want you to spend your money on me... What I want is you.”

You couldn't hold yourself from topping him who looked so innocent at the moment. You sat him down on the bed and started kissing him, you knew he loved when you were the first to initiate a romantic moment, which caused you to slide your hands down his chest and into his waist which was proportionate to the rest of his body. Slowly traveling your hand to his stomach and massaging his abs, bringing your hand under his shirt.

“Shit- you're really doing something to me…” he said, with an out of breath voice as he groaned ever so slightly, slowly the feeling of his hardened bulge became more obvious.

You brought yourself down, wrapping your mouth around him and his pants, you could hear his moans becoming louder and his covered dick twitching.

“Fuck- I'm close…”

And those were the words you were waiting to hear, because at the sound of them you lifted yourself from his bed and walked down to the door as he stared you down with a visibly confused look on his face

“You're just gonna leave me like that?”

Responding, you muttered “It’s called karma.” as you opened the door, waving goodbye and goodnight to your panicked boyfriend.

On the way back to your room you just really couldn't help but laugh, how funny it was to see him get a taste of his own medicine.

Guess Karma really did exist.

[foschiamara]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ [END].

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Juyeon x M!reader.

Author's Note: uuuh I don't think I'm okaaaaaaaay, I don't think I'm okay. I honestly didn't know whether to upload it, I feel like it's garbage.

Previously: You're tired of being his last option (being hidden) and you decide to end "things" with him, maybe he'll fix it, maybe he won't.

Genre: Discussions, Against, Fluff (kinda), Drama.

Wrng: internalized homophobia.

"I should have dressed as a clown to make a fool of myself in a better way." You thought.

It was around noon and you had been waiting for more than three hours for what is supposedly your boyfriend. You both had agreed that today you would see each other after a very hard week, exams and projects were driving you crazy. There is nothing better than a whole day resting with the person you love the most so far. At least, that's what you thought when you first arrived at the coffee shop. Where is he? It was your only question for a while now. He didn't even answer your calls. That would have been the last straw, the whole jug. It wasn't the first time he had put you through something like this, but after many conversations, he promised that he would change and you really tried to believe him.

You wanted to continue waiting for him, you wanted to continue hoping for the idea that he would arrive, but the time was approaching for you to be in your first class of the day and since you were also part of the committee, you decided to pay for your coffee and leave without further ado. You felt so embarrassed after paying the girl, you spent more than two hours boasting to her that this would be 'the day' and that after a long time, she would finally meet the boy you've been talking so much about for more than 4 months now, unfortunately things didn't happen—again.

"M/N!" You heard from afar that distinctive loud voice that could only tell you who it was, you were so angry that you decided to speed up your pace to avoid talking to him, however your ways of escaping would have been worthless after feeling his fingers gently sink into your shoulder. When you turned around you began to listen to his great sermon of reasons why he took 'longer than he thought', but as always, everything he said ended with 'sorry, bro' and its characteristic way of messing up your hair.

Ouch, to a certain point you understood that he was afraid to say that he is gay, I mean, he told you before they started dating and you were fine with that, I say you were because you always saw him surrounded by several of his 'girl-friends' and even you saw him hugged by the neck with one in particular. Does he have to do all that just out of fear? I think he also forgot that you also had feelings, maybe he forgot that you were dating and that constantly made you overthink. The only thing you wanted was to be able to hold his hand without him constantly looking around.

ㅡSomething happens?ㅡThe brunette exclaimed after seeing you all the way with your head down and muttering a couple of things that didn't make much sense.

"I was just thinking about the exams. . . and us." You didn't want to get into your feelings any further. It wasn't even the place, and surprisingly, not the person you would want to talk to about this. On the other hand, you only heard a heavy sigh and saw out of the corner of your eye how he only nodded sadly.

"Did I do something wrong? Tell me what I did wrong now, and I'll fix it" You felt a big hole in your chest, you wanted to scream at him right then and there about everything that should change so that you could stop feeling like a shitty boyfriend and he could lose that fear of being left alone just because he had someone of the same sex as his partner, but you only deigned to stare at him and caress his cheek.

In the entire class you couldn't concentrate better because of the laughing session that Juyeon was having with one of his friends at the back of the room, you had finally decided that the best option—for you—would be to end what was still going on between the two of you. You didn't hesitate to send him a random message but you didn't get a response from the boy, you had no choice but to wait until class could finish and talk to him before he went to play basketball.

"Juyeon, I have to tell you something, and I think it will be quick." You told him when he was going down a couple of steps after the teacher was ready to put his things away and leave, when the individual left and there was no one else in the room—so you two started talking about how you felt being there, after several months together; what liked to do most, what didn't, etc. Everything was going so well until some basketball teammates rushed to the classroom door and asked for the tallest one.

Your heart stopped after hearing him say, "Just give me a minute, I'm talking to a friend." Is that what you were to him? It seems that yes, Eric was right. You should not continue being in a place where you were only the couple when he got the chip on. You didn't know that "friends" always spent their time kissing or watching a series while doing nothing but caressing each other or even ending up naked on a bed with only a sheet covering both bodies. It didn't take long for your eyes to be glassy with the amount of tears you didn't want to shed, at least not in front of him, in front of the same boy who broke your heart in the worst way you've ever experienced so far.

You tried to raise your gaze so you could see his eyes and give him a weak smile, you did nothing more than leave a couple of pats on his shoulder before leaving the room. You knew that things didn't go any further after he denied you, who knows how many times he must have done the same thing, that was the real reason why you no longer fought or thought with hate.

"W-wait, what does this mean?" The raven man asked after rushing out of the same place and thus taking you by the forearm.

ㅡWe're done, I don't like going out with friends.ㅡ You said as you let go of his grip and continued walking to the cafeteria, where your best friend was.

The boy, for his part, just stood there stunned in that cold hallway where you left him without even turning to look at him, he was stunned, he couldn't process anything that just happened, he knew he screwed up.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

[yeonmuse]

BABYDOLL 𐦍༘⋆

PAIRING: Jock Juyeon + Nerd Changmin & Boyfriend Sunwoo x Cheerleader Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.1k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT ‼️, strong laungage, threesome, oral sex, penetration, exhibitionism, sunwoo gets possessive, jealous sunwoo, mature language, this is Literally Porn With Plot, Jock!juyeon, boyfriend!sunwoo, nerd!changmin, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, unprotected sex, a good amount of praise, degradation , angry Juyeon, dom!sunwoo, pet name babydoll is used. Sex in the school library.

SUMMARY Sunwoo doesn’t like the way Juyeon flirts with you and he knows you well enough to see the way you look at Changmin when you two are alone. He think it’s about time he made it clear just who you belong to. Perhaps it’s about time the two of you made your relationship public.

MORE, I’ve been thinking about this trio a lot lately ever since more babydoll edits started showing up on my fyp again so, here we go.

You and Sunwoo both shared a mutual agreement that your relationship was to stay secretive. After all it all started with a drunken makeout session at one of Kevin and Jacobs wild parties. The only problem was when Sunwoo agreed to keep things a secret he didn’t think it meant watching other guys carelessly flirt with you as if you didn’t already have a boyfriend. Obviously he knew what he had been getting himself into with making you his girlfriend, you were one of the most sought out girls on the cheer team, pretty, top of your class and you were nice to everyone, sometimes a little too nice. Usually Sunwoo would be able to compose himself really well, but the events of today would be all he needs to finally snap.

Not only was it spirit week but it just so happened to fall on the week of homecoming. Knowing you were part of the court it already frustrated Sunwoo to know that you would have to walk in with one of those idiots from the team on your arm, but Lee Juyeon asking you to Homecoming in front of the entire school was not something he thought he would be crossing off his list. Juyeon was someone that already annoyed him when it came to you. His endless flirting, his touchy nature or even all those times hearing Juyeon call you ‘babydoll’ all pissed him off. And right now all he could do was stand there and watch, his tongue poking at the inside of his mouth at how pissed off it had made him. Watching your face as Juyeon approached you with a handful of sunflowers and a sign reading “will you be my sunshine” he could tell that you were a little nervous. The only thing he wasn’t sure of is if the nerves had been from having been put on the spot in front of an entire crowd, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes had been burning holes into both you and Juyeons head.

“I- I’m sorry Juyeon, but I can’t” Sunwoo couldn’t help but walk off with a proud grin on his face once the crowd dispersed. Part of Sunwoo did feel guilty because he had known how excited you were for homecoming, but it wasn’t like the two of you would be showing up together. It had made him feel so guilty that he decided to shoot you a text to meet with him at your usual spot in the school's old computer room.

“Sunwoo?’’ His gaze was torn away from his phone as you entered the room.

“Hello babydoll” as he greeted her the slight annoyance in his voice was evident.

“Sunny please don’t start I didn’t know that he would do that, and you clearly saw me tell him no.’’

“What would you have said if I wasn’t there?’’

“What?”

“You heard me sweetheart what would you have told him if I wasn’t standing there watching the whole thing?’’

“Sun you’re acting ridiculous, why are you asking me that?’’

“Why are you not answering.’’ he was getting slightly annoyed at your ignorance towards the question, part of him felt like if he hadn’t been there you would have said yes. It didn’t go amiss how you would smile and laugh with him whenever he caught the two of you talking at parties or at the games.

“I would have told him no.’’ There was a sudden silence between the two for a moment before you decided to speak again

“I have to go, I promised Mr. Song that I would tutor one of his students.’’ A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips as he watched you leave. He wanted to follow you and apologize for even questioning your loyalty to him, but he knew that if he went after you now he would only make things worse in his current state of mind. So he sat in silence for a while, five short minutes turned into ten long minutes until he realized how ridiculous he had been acting. With a sigh he pulls himself up from the desk and makes his way down the hall, already having a decent idea of where you might have been, after all you always studied in the same place, the school library. As he grew closer he could hear the sound of your laughter the closer he got to the door. That didn’t sound like just studying to him, as he peeked over the doorframe and gazed in he couldn’t help but feel annoyed all over again.

The way your head rested on your palm as you looked at no one other than Ji Changmin. You sat there laughing and smiling as he sat there all pouty.

“You’re cute but being cute won’t make me go any easier on you Changmin.’’ You laugh at Changmin's sulking, seemingly completely unaware that your boyfriend stood right outside the door looking in. Meanwhile a blush formed on Chngmins face from you having called him cute.

“I know you can do better than what you’re showing me Minni. This isn’t the first time i’ve tutored you, you’re pretty smart and i’m sure you know that so I refuse to go easy on you.’’ As you spoke to him your hand rested on Changmin's arm.

To any outsider looking in it would seem like you had just been being sweet and playful, but Sunwoo was well aware of your mannerisms and tone by now. You weren’t simply doing or saying any of those things just to be nice. He was fed up, and now he was feeling like it was about time he put you and everyone else in their place. Turning away from the library entrance he then turned to the direction of the school gym, the place he was more than sure he could find Lee Juyeon. Everyone knew that Juyeon would stay after school to practice, after all he was one of those members on the football team that strived for perfection. When Sunwoo first called out the others name Juyeon was shocked to say the least, of course he was well aware of who Sunwoo was, but the two were entirely different he didn’t think he’d ever find Sunwoo looking for him of all people.

“Yn asked me to pass on a message, she’s waiting for you in the library, something about wanting to apologize or something.’’ Sunwoo tried his best to seem disinterested in the situation, just enough for Juyeons ears to perk up at the sound of your name. Sunwoo simply watched in slight annoyance as Juyeon walked off the field and disappeared back into the school building. He eventually made his way moments later, slowly but surely making his way back to the library where he had watched Juyeon enter just moments before.

“Babydoll!’’ Sunwoo watched as your gaze then shifted from Changmin to Juyeon who was now leaned over the table, his gaze having fallen on Ji Changmin who was sat a little two close to you for Juyeons liking.

“Juyeon what are you doing here?’’

“I told him you were looking for him, sweetheart.’’ Sunwoo finally steps into the library's entrance, taking a step in and he closes and locks the door behind himself.

“Sunwoo?’’

At this point both Changmin and Juyeon had been staring back and forth between the both of you in confusion.

“I think you should apologize to Juyeon for turning him down in front of all of those people princess.” Sunwoo noticed the way your body tensed upon being called that, he was more than sure you were well aware of his annoyance by now. After all he only ever called you such a thing when the two of you were alone and he was planning on being buried deep inside of you. The look on your face was one of both annoyance and panic.

“Um I think i’ll just go maybe we can finish another time.’’ Changmin was ready to take his leave, standing up in his chair, Sunwoos' gaze immediately shot to him making him freeze up on the spot.

“Oh no no not too fast ‘minni’ this won’t take too long.’’ upon hearing your nickname for Changmin you had used only moments ago, it began to set in that Sunwoo had been watching you.

“Okay what the fuck is going on.’’ Juyeon finally snaps, his eyes blazing as he realized he had been set up by Sunwoo.

“Sun.’’

“Quiet babydoll I want you to behave for our two guest. Go ahead and make Changmin a little more comfortable.’’

“Sun..’’

“What is it? What’s the matter babydoll you find him cute don’t you?’’ your eyes said it all, the fact that you had been looking everywhere but into sunwoos eyes said it all.

“Be a good girl and make him feel good while me and Juyeon watch.’’

“Wha-what?’’ Changmin's face had gone bright red, but Sunwoo chose to ignore him.

“Go ahead babydoll.’’

Sunwoo watched as you shyly looked over at Changmin who was obviously nervous.

“Okay what the hell is going on?’’ Juyeon was pissed, pissed at the fact that Sunwoo seemed to have some type of hold on you, even more pissed that he had been tricked into coming here just for this.

“I’m giving you what you want, you think she’s pretty right? Both you and Ji changmin have a crush on My Girlfriend, how cute right Babydoll?’’

“Sun did you really have to bring them into this.’’

“You think you’re allowed to play sweet and innocent with me Princess? I know you and your body well enough to know that you like it when Juyeon here flirts with you, i also know you well enough to know that you’d fuck him or Ji Changmin here without a second thought. Go ahead and take off your clothes for them babydoll..show them how pretty you look.’’ The way you shifted in your seat told him everything that he needed to know, you were getting turned on by this. Him calling you out in front of the two of them.

“Take them off babydoll or i’ll have one of them do it for you.’’ The room fell silent and both Juyeon and Changmin's eyes seemed to be glued onto you as you slowly obeyed Sunwoos' given order. Changmin didn’t think that his face could get any redder until he watched you strip from your white button up and black skirt.

“Good girl.’’ sunwoo takes a seat on the opposite side of the table and spreads his legs, a move you knew all too well. That smirk on his face and the pride in the way he sat was an obvious indication that he was enjoying this. He had you exactly where he wanted.

“Come here sweetheart, I want you to be good for our two guests. As you take a seat on his lap his arms slip around your waist from behind, Sunwoos cold fingers brush against your bare skin as he presses you against his clothed body against yours.

“You’ll be good for them right?” His fingers squeeze your hips in a manner that forces you to stay pressed against him. You gave him a nod which made him give a swift slap across your thigh earning a soft whine.

“Use your words babydoll.”

“I’ll be good sun.”

“That’s my girl, I want you to look at them while I play with you like the pretty little doll you are.” The entire time neither Changmin nor Juyeon said a word. Truth be told neither of them knew what was happening, but the moment their eyes took in your semi naked frame and sat in Sunwoos lap it was hard to look away.

His gaze burned with pride at the fact that he had you right where he wanted and neither Juyeon nor Changmin could do a damn thing unless he allowed it. His fingers immediately met your clit, pushing past your folds and slipping them right inside you with ease.

“I want you to make sure our guests feel included, look them in the eyes and tell them who you want.” His thumb pressed against your clit as he started slowly, thrusting his fingers deep into you like he has done with you thousands of times.

The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he heard the desperate whine that spilled past your plump lips. The moment you opened your mouth to speak he forces in yet another finger, using the three to stretch you out to his liking.

“I'm sorry, what was that? speak babydoll. ” Meanwhile while you struggled with your words both Juyeon and Changmin seemed to be anxiously anticipating who’s name would spill from your pretty lips.

“Ch- Changmin.” You force yourself to breathe out between ragged breaths, the way Sunwoo continuously abuses your clit without letting up, making you squirm in your seat.

“Tell him where you want him doll.” Without hesitation he slipped in two more fingers, taking the time to stretch your walls and feel you out before he began to thrust them in and out slowly. The way you whine for him to move them faster only causes him to slow them down, he was well aware doing this would only make it harder for you to respond but he didn’t seem to care. His fingers thrust further into your cunt with every loud cry that left your mouth.

“Mm my mouth, sun please.” A chuckle spilled from Sunwoos lips at how desperate you sounded.

“Look at you whining like a desperate little doll for some nerd you’re tutoring to fuck your pretty little mouth when your boyfriends fingers are deep in your pretty little cunt.” His eyes shot to Chagmin whose eyes were glued to his fingers that were buried deep inside of you.

“Well you heard her right? You gonna give her what she wants?”

“Mm S-Sun, what about Juyeon.” Your sudden inclusion of Juyeon made his eyebrow quirk up in pure amusement.

“You want them both sweetheart? You want me to watch while they both have their way with you right doll?” He leaves a loving kiss on your neck before pulling his fingers out of you and patting your thigh.

“sit pretty up on the table for them then and let them know what you want.” Sunwoo sat back in his seat watching as you shyly took a seat up on the table.

“Don’t act all shy now baby you weren't acting shy a couple minutes ago when you were begging me to let them have their way with you.”

“I want Ju to eat me out while I take care of Minni.” He chuckles as you look away from him, a slight blush on your cheeks at having to admit it to him.

“Well then was that so hard princess? Go ahead and help them out then.”

Sunwoo watched as you moved between the two, helping them both get out of their pants while they took off your remaining clothes. Now here you were completely naked and exposed, trapped between two men that were working together to completely destroy you. Juyeons lips wrapped around your sensitive clit while Changmins Cock completely filled your mouth, swallowing up every one of your moans.

You had seemed so shy before but now that they had loosened you up you seemed to take it all so well. It seemed like a dream to you Changmins brown eyes gazing down at you through his glasses as he tugged at your hair and fucked your pretty mouth. All while Juyeon sat behind you forcing you to sit on his face and take the abuse of his tongue. For Changmin seeing you between his legs now is quite a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal. He couldn’t believe it was real, a girl he had fantasized about multiple times struggling to take the abuse of him down her throat.

“She takes it so well doesnt she? .” Sunwoos' gaze burned into you as he watched the scene before him. You weren’t sure why he was letting this happen but at the time you were too caught up in Juyeon and Changmin to care

Changmin breathlessly mumbles out soft curses when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat. You looked a complete mess, your vision clouded with tears and fucked up mascara while saliva coated your chin and plump lips. One look at you and Changmin groans upon seeing your now ruined makeup all because of the way he was abusing your throat. you’re eagerly motivated now, taking him with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. He lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“You're doing so well, babydoll.” Sunwoo chuckles upon seeing the way the tears continuously formed within your eyes.

To Changmin your mouth felt like heaven. Using your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the way you hollow out your cheeks around him immediately shuts him up. You pull him out of your mouth with a plop, a string of saliva connecting him to your lips as you move in to suck just the tip. Lewd moans spew from your lips upon feeling Juyeons tongue work against your clit. You look down at him which was proven to be a mistake because it immediately made your brain go fuzzy.

Juyeon showed no mercy, not letting up for a second even as your legs trembled, slurping up the juices that drip from your clit loudly. The moment you try to jerk away from him his grip on your thighs tighten and he pushes his tongue further between your folds.

“Don’t move, Babydoll,” He groans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. He

flicks his tongue over your clit while using his fingers to stretch you out groaning at the way your cunt pulsing and gripping his digits. you’re snapped out of your daze when Changmin forces you to look back at him and shoves his cock back into your throat. Mere seconds later Juyeon gives a few slaps onto your clit as a warning to not take your eyes away from Changmin.

you give him an apologetic look before slurping your saliva off his cock. He hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around him send vibrations up his body. Changmin twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses. All while you could feel something burning within your core begging for your release.

“Better hold it princess, if you cum before Changmin i’ll make sure you can’t do it again when i fuck you.” Sunwoo chimes in from the side making you whine.

Despite hearing that Juyeon wasn’t letting up, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd that if you could see it you'd have cum immediately. he admires how the way it runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he couldn’t help but wish for it to be his cum instead. Your eyes roll back the moment he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how he seems to know all your sweet spots in such a short period of time.

“Yn—” Changmin moans, gets breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. the drool that drips from the corners of your mouth and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into a frenzy.

“Remember we don’t waste babydoll.” At Sunwoos words you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re taking his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. He pulls on your hair before you both cum together, your cum spilling out onto Juyeons lips and face all while Changmin spills all down your throat. An overload hits your tongue and the back of your throat and you nearly spit it back up but force yourself to keep it down.

Unfortunately for you, it was not over, Sunwoo immediately lifted you up from the table, taking you into his lap and spreading your thighs apart.

“Now you’re gonna take care of Juyeon while I show them i’m the only one that can fuck you like the pretty doll you are.” While your lips wrapped around Juyeons Cock Your eyes rolled back immediately as Sunwoo pushed himself inside of you until he fully bottomed out. Your tightness earned a low growl from him as he pushed so deep you could have sworn you felt him hit the top of your stomach. He watched the blissed out look on your face with every little thrust inside you.

“Look at you taking me so well, I bet you loved every bit of Juyeon and Changmin working together to destroy you babydoll.” A chuckle spilled past his lips and he immediately spread your legs wider and pulled your thighs up against your chest. Your moans were evident enough that whatever pain you felt if any had gone away. He waisted no time fucking into you, rough and feverish thrusts from the very beginning. Thrusts that caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head so hard you saw stars.

Your nails dug so deep into his thighs that you nearly drew blood. your moans sent vibrations over Juyeons cock, making him throw his head back and pull at your hair, lines of saliva dripping down your chin as each of your moans were swallowed up by him thrusting into your throat.

“Youre such a pretty little doll baby, look at you being so good for the three of us.” Sunwoo immediately leans down to place kisses on your neck, your nipple between his fingers while his other hand fondles your breasts. The pleasure had been overwhelming your bodies in ways you hadn’t thought to be possible. From the feeling of his fingers against your breasts to every time he thrusted in to you feeling like the more he fucked the deeper into your stomach his cock seemed to push.

“From now on you will make it known that you’re mine. Mine to kiss, to touch to fuck. You’re gonna tell every single guy that approaches you that you belong to someone. understand babydoll?” Your thoughts had been so cloudy that you could barely even make out anything he had been talking to you about.

“Such a pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock after getting used like a slut other men.” He immediately rested one hand on your waist while resting the other on your stomach and pushing down. He wanted to feel just how far his cock could go inside your little frame. This action was all it took to push you over the edge, the moment he pushed down upon your stomach your legs shook and it was a glorious sight for all of them to see, to see you squirt upon the impact of his hand. As you were finally able to pry your eyes open you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The sight of Changmins hands wrapped around his Cock and sweat dripping down his forehead as he watched both Juyeon and your boyfriend work tinder to ruin you.

Your legs shook violently as Sunwoos thrusts grew in speed and the low growls that spilled from his mouth made it all more easy for you to unravel right then and there, your cum spilling out onto his cock followed by Juyeons release down your throat mere seconds later. Sunwoo wasnt too far behind as the fucked out look on your face and the way you clenched around him was all he needed for him to spill into you, him and Changmin both finishing at the same time.

“You two, from now on stop flirting with my fucking girlfriend.” Slipping his head into the crook of your neck he sucks harshly, leaving evidence that you were now tainted by him, a true indication that you belonged to him and no one else

[juyeonszn]

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.58k

GENRES smut ﹒angst ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to fwb to lovers, a few timeskips here and there, hyunjae is a manwhore but what else is new, he’s also a criminal justice major so, mentions of alcohol, mentions of roblox? idk, reader is lowkey horny as hell 😭, handjob, oral (m!receiving), mentions of sex in various places, hyunjae is an emotionally constipated idiot, juyeon appearance crowd cheered, also cha eunwoo appearance but crowd did not cheer, hyunjae goes through the five stages of grief, no foreplay but what can u do about it, marking, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap u know the drill), cowgirl position yeehaw, creampie yeehaw, little bit of cockwarming st the end ngl

SUMMARY becoming friends with lee hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. also not on your bingo card? waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

MORE bruh. first of all. i’m so sorry this is so late. 😭 second of all, NOT ONLY IS IT A DAY LATE, BUT ITS ALSO LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE 😭 my time management was not all there this past weekend, and also due to some unfortunate decisions on my part, this fic was delayed a bunch but WE ARE SO BACK pls. i hope u all enjoy this bc i kinda hate it and im sad bc i was so excited for it and its nothing like how i wanted it to be… pls rb if u liked it 😿 also this is lowkey for izzy bc we’re both going through insane hyunjae brainrot rn..

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In Hyunjae’s defense, he didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

When the two of you first met, he really was just trying to be a gentleman. He’d always been raised as someone who should do the right thing without expecting anything in return. He prided himself on sticking by his mother’s lifelong wisdom.

Okay sure, he might’ve had a few slip ups here and there in the form of random girls he’s hooked up with, but could you blame him? He was a university criminal justice major after all. There’s no harm in a little one-night-stand fun. Learning the ins and outs of the world of law and order was soul-draining enough without the freedom to stress-relieve whenever he felt fit.

Right. Back to you.

Your first encounter took place at the Tau Beta Zeta end of semester party. The fraternity had been working towards securing their victory against the KAT sorority just so they could host the damn thing. Hyunjae had yet to find a girl to entice him for the night, instead bothering some of his frat brothers. For example, Jacob Bae, who had just won the IST University boys’ volleyball team a championship title.

He could’ve gone after Lee Haeun, Jacob’s ex, but he had higher standards than that. There was also the incident earlier that day, while setting up for the party. He tried making a move on the KAT president to piss off Sangyeon, but that ended up failing. Honestly, he didn’t even care much about sleeping with anyone at these things anyways. Usually pretty girls came up to him first, but then ghosted him once they realized he wasn’t looking for anything serious. That was the only reason why his rap sheet was so long. He’d never intended on being the resident fuckboy.

Hyunjae remembers spotting you across the room during one of the numerous rounds of beer pong that night. Rather than Juyeon refereeing with Younghoon like they normally did, he stepped in to let the younger male enjoy the party with his girlfriend. The current match-up was Sunwoo versus Changmin with their respective partners. He had glanced up after witnessing the soccer prodigy miss a cup, making eye contact with you accidentally.

You tucked some hair behind your ear, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a sip before looking away. Your friends had sucked you back into the conversation you were having, effectively blocking Hyunjae’s chance to shoot any shots. He quickly got over it upon witnessing Changmin and Sunwoo arguing over the game, egging them on like the instigator he was.

Most people would’ve thought that was the end of it. Just a fleeting glance at each other, dozens of people standing between you. In hindsight, Hyunjae partially wishes that was where your story ended. You would��ve just been another girl to him, a stranger he saw once and never ran into again.

It’s funny how the universe works in strange ways.

By two in the morning, when over half of the partygoers had left the TBZ house, Hyunjae felt his social battery reach empty. He woke up earlier that morning to study for his Victimology final and felt drained by the time he walked out of the lecture hall. (He knew he aced it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t mentally taxing.) He was just about ready to call it a night when he saw you sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, blubbering into your phone about something.

“What do you mean you left?” You wail, cheeks stained with mascara streaks. “I don’t care about your boyfriend! I’m too drunk to drive home and you were supposed to be my D.D.”

Your words are slightly slurred, a hiccup following your last sentence. Damn, you were cute even when you were crying like a baby. Hyunjae observed as you argued with who he assumed to be your friend over the phone, exasperated by the end of it. Despite not knowing a single thing about you, not even your name, he decided to step in and offer aid.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you saying you’re too drunk to drive yourself, and as a TBZ member I just can’t let that happen,” he extended a hand to you. “I’d be more than willing to let you stay here until the morning, if you’d like. You can have my room and I’ll just crash in one of the others.”

Your lower lip quivered, as if you were on the verge of even more tears. You sniffle when you respond, eyes doe-like and glassy. “R-Really? You would do that f-for me?”

“It’s a better alternative than taking a rideshare home alone while drunk,” he nods. “And I’m definitely not letting you drive anywhere yourself.”

Hyunjae doesn’t know why he felt so protective over you. The thought of some potentially creepy man taking advantage of you because you were under the influence didn’t sit right with him. He poked his cheek with his tongue, hand still outstretched to you. You took it gently, allowing him to guide you to his bedroom. He grabbed some of his clothes so you could be comfier and gave you a washcloth so you wouldn’t go to be with your makeup on. He felt better knowing you were in the safety of his fraternity house rather than anywhere else. It kind of pissed him off that your friends would leave you to fend for yourself like that.

The next morning, you came down the stairs drowning in Hyunjae’s clothes, rubbing at your eyes sleepily. You held the heel of your palm to your temple, wincing from the headache no doubtedly caused by your hangover. It was around 11 AM when you woke up and most, if not all, of his frat brothers had already left to head home for the holidays.

You found your knight in shining armor sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a mug with the default male Roblox face in his grasp. He was scrolling through his phone mindlessly, taking sips of his coffee every now and then until he heard you. He spins around in his chair, offering you a warm smile.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Did you rest okay?” He asks, getting up to grab you your own mug.

Your cheeks burn up at the nickname. The whole situation is still a bit odd to you. You knew of Lee Hyunjae through the grapevine (every other girl at your school), yes, but you’ve never held an actual conversation with him before. And now here you are, taking shelter in his home and sleeping in his bed. It was sweet of him to be so hospitable, though. He could’ve kicked you out and pretended you didn’t exist.

“That’s probably the best I’ve ever slept in my life,” you laugh to cut through the tension. “Thank you for keeping me alive last night. I feel indebted to you forever.”

“It was no problem, at all. My pleasure, actually,” he grins, passing you a mug filled with fresh coffee. “By the way, I never got your name.”

“It’s Y/N,” you tell him, mouth pulling into a smile at the cup he just gave you, which happened to be the female adjacent to his. “Hyunjae, right?”

He doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed by the fact that you already knew his name or not, but given his previous reputation, he thinks it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. He clears his throat and nods as he drinks more of his coffee. He tries to distract himself from the weird feeling bubbling in his chest with how cute you looked in his clothes.

“Do you not have any plans for the break?” You switch the subject, noticing that the house was empty for the most part.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I’m from here, so it isn’t really much of a drive to visit home. I’ll go over on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Years but that’s about it. Other than that, I like to enjoy having the whole house to myself.”

“Woah, me too! My friends are all from out of town though, so I’m usually really lonely. It’s always so odd thinking about how this is just a stepping stone for people’s lives and I’ve been here all of mine.” You stir some cream and sugar into your coffee, pursing your lips. “So, I take it you’re not doing anything today?”

“Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada,” Hyunjae leans back in his chair. “I’ll probably just watch some movies and call it a day. What about you? Any plans for the break since all of your friends are gone?”

“I have just as many as you.” You sip on your beverage.

“Well, the couch space next to me will be unoccupied if you’d like to join me.”

“I think I might take you up on that offer.”

You feel like maybe this was some sort of elaborate scheme to trap you. Your eyes kept flickering from the TV to his profile, entranced by the blue light illuminating his features. You wanted nothing more than to claim your seat on his lap and ride him into the sunset like a gallant steed, which was ironic considering the way the two of you met.

It’s in the middle of the third movie that you finally feel yourself grow restless. No way could you sit beside Lee Hyunjae, spend the whole day with him, and not jump his bones. It was, like, the most obvious thing to do. It was Lee Hyunjae. Did he expect you not to?

He feels you squirming next to him, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. In all honesty, he’s surprised he’s abstained from touching you this long. From the moment he saw you in his clothes this morning, he wanted you underneath him. He doesn’t know how to initiate anything without seeming too forward though.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to make much effort on his part.

You place one of your hands on his thigh, dragging your nail along the seam of his sweatpants. He turns to you with a raised eyebrow. All you can do is bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

“You know, Hyunjae, I never got to properly thank you for your act of nobility last night,” you start, fingers creeping up higher. “And I just thought of something that I think we’ll both like.”

He doesn’t have the strength in him to restrain himself after that, pulling you into a heated kiss. He nips at your lower lip and tangles his tongue with your own, getting easily lost in the spellbinding of your touch. Your lips trail along his jaw and down his neck, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants. You suck deep marks into the skin of his pulse point while simultaneously palming him through his underwear.

You’re moving fast, but you’re on a mission. You’ve been waiting for this all day, you can’t imagine slowing down now. It doesn’t appear that he plans on stopping you either.

Hyunjae throws his head back, hissing when you discard his boxers. The cool air of the house hits his cock at the same time you bite down on the divot where his neck meets his shoulder. Your hand gently wraps around his length, thumb running over the slit to collect the precum that’s formed there. He watches in a trance as you go on your knees between his legs.

You press a sweet kiss to his tip before taking him into your mouth. He groans, twisting your hair around his wrist so he can control your movements. Hyunjae doesn’t think he’s ever wanted head this badly in his life. He’s always been a giving person, always providing the pleasure for the girl he was with. There were only a handful of times that he’s ever been on the receiving end and none of them were memorable. But this time is different.

For some reason, you’re the only one who’s ever been able to get him this riled up this quickly. You’re still relatively a stranger to him, and even though he’s had plenty of one night stands, it’s unlike any of the others.

Your throat relaxes so you can swallow more of him, tongue swirling around the tip. He’s the biggest guy you’ve ever been with, making things a little harder for you, but you were never one to back down from a challenge. And getting Lee Hyunjae to cum from the work of your mouth alone was the ultimate reward.

Hyunjae moans when your attention focuses on his sensitive slit. The sound is music to your ears, goading you into continuing your task. You gag around his dick and tears prick at your eyes when he pushes your face down further, your nose brushing the lower part of his abdomen. One of your hands wanders, tracing and scratching his abs as the other jerks him off.

He swipes away some stray tears with his thumb, bucking into your mouth and hand. “Fucking look at you, taking me like a good girl. You’re so filthy.”

You whine, squeezing your thighs together for your own friction. You can wait, though, entirely too focused on getting him to finish. You’re thankful it isn’t that much longer until he does, painting your lips and cheeks with his release when you pull off of him to press a cute kiss on the same spot. He knows he finished too fast for someone of his caliber, but he doesn’t have it in him to care.

“You’re so hot,” he brings you up to connect your lips once again.

It was very easy to fall into a habit after that.

Throughout the entirety of the break, Hyunjae would call you over or vice versa and you’d rock each other’s world’s. It was practically an entire month of fucking nonstop. You’d done it in the TBZ house living room, in his bed, in the kitchen, in the shower and every other surface you could think of. Your own apartment had been christened plenty with your sexcapades also. Both of your cars had seen you naked too. But the most memorable place had to be his childhood bedroom the night of Christmas. He went to his parents’ for a couple days and hit you with that 3 AM “You up?” text when his libido couldn’t quell. That was probably the quietest you’d ever have to be.

Hyunjae had to explain to his mom that no, he hadn’t gotten mauled by a wild animal in his sleep. It was harder coming up with another plausible lie to cover the source of the hickeys on his neck, but he’d rather tell his mother something stupid than the fact that he was an insatiable freak.

When it came time for everyone to return to school for the spring semester, you’d deluded yourself into thinking there could be something real between you and Hyunjae. I mean, what else were you supposed to do? This gorgeous man had spent almost every single day of winter break with you, even if it was mostly for the sex. That wasn’t all you did though. You shared meals together and talked about your life goals. You truly got to know him better than just the hot frat guy who’s made his rounds with girls on campus.

However, Hyunjae did not think he was ready for that level of commitment.

After spending a month with you and learning all of your little quirks, he thought he was going insane. He’d been in situationships in the past and none of them ever ended well, especially because they always caught feelings. He didn’t want the two of you to fall down the same path. But he noticed the linger of your touches and kisses and the way your eyes sparkled when he spoke. He didn’t want to be the one to break your heart.

He just couldn’t see himself getting into a serious relationship. He was preparing to apply for law schools and get his shit together. He didn’t think he couldn’t handle throwing a girlfriend into the mix. Even if it was you. Bold, pretty little you, who had Lee Hyunjae wrapped around her finger without trying.

Things come to a speeding halt for both of you halfway into the second week back.

Hyunjae was walking out of his Crime Mapping II lecture when he saw you chatting up Cha Eunwoo outside of the building, giggling and being all touchy with him. He doesn’t know why he feels so… stuffy… when he sees that. He doesn’t know why it makes him mad. He doesn’t know why it feels like his heart has just been stomped on a handful of times.

He walks over to you and clears his throat, hands shoving into his jacket pockets. He tries to ignore how cute you look in your puffer coat, nose rosy from the cold. You pause in your conversation to say hi to him before resuming whatever you were saying before. It was like he was invisible.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” You tuck some hair behind your ear, smiling at the male.

“For sure. Talk to you later, Y/N.” He says, waving as he takes off.

Hyunjae starts in the opposite direction wordlessly, leaving you to stumble behind him like a newborn deer. He looks upset about something, but you’re not sure if you should ask. When you finally match his pace, you frown, tapping his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Since when were you friends with Cha Eunwoo?” Hyunjae blurts, tone catching you off guard. You blink at his outburst.

“For a while, I guess? We’re in the same department and we’ve had a few classes together. Why? Is that a problem?” You stop your steps, forcing him to do the same.

“No, why would it be? I’m not your boyfriend. You can talk to whoever you want.” He backtracks, realizing the connotation behind his question. Shit, why does he not think before he speaks?

“You could be,” you shrug, gaze casted downward to avoid his stare. “You could be my boyfriend.”

Again, because he’s a stupid boy, he chooses not to use his brain in such a critical situation. “I don’t want to be. You can date him for all I care.”

Hyunjae didn’t want to be the one to break your heart, but he knows he did when he sees the flame in your eyes die out. He thinks he broke his own too, chest constricting when tears well up in the corners. You wipe your runny nose with your gloved hand, sniffling with a scoff.

“Fuck you, Hyunjae,” your voice is surprisingly calm, and that scares him more. “Fuck you and your stupid fucking commitment issues and your lack of empathy. Stay away from me.”

He can’t even think of something quick enough to stop you. Of course, his mind runs at a million miles a minute when it’s the worst time. But when he needs it to work most, it fails on him. That’s exactly his luck.

He just stares as your figure gets smaller and smaller, getting further and further away from his reach. His stomach feels ugly, twisted in a way it shouldn’t be. Maybe it’s because he’d considered you a close friend at this point, and now there’s no way you didn’t hate him. He told you things that he hadn’t even told his brothers, things that he hoped would never see the light of day. He’d spoken his insecurities out into the world and you were the one he let see that vulnerable side of him. He had something good going for him finally, and he went and ruined it.

Who could he be mad at but himself?

When Hyunjae sees you again, it’s been at least a week since your argument in the middle of campus.

He’d been beating himself up over the fight the entire time. Numerous what-if scenarios ran through his mind when he should’ve been sleeping. He wonders what he could’ve said to make everything turn out differently. Had he just told you what was bothering him, told you about that icky sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, perhaps you wouldn’t have walked away.

He’s pretty sure you’re doing it on purpose. You avoided him until you knew you’d definitely see him, and then you’d flaunt yourself to purposefully piss him off. Despite only knowing each other for a little over a month, you had Hyunjae read like the back of your hand. You knew he was stubborn and had to be pushed into admitting he was wrong. He’d never outright confess to his mistakes unless you backed him into a corner and forced him to.

So you can imagine his reaction when he saw you walk into that week’s TBZ party with Cha Eunwoo around your shoulders.

If Lee Hyunjae had any faults, it was that he was too prideful. He realizes this when you stroll right past him, ignoring his presence. You giggle at something Eunwoo said as you grab some drinks. There’s no way you aren’t doing this to get on his nerves. Especially not in that outfit.

His grip on his cup is not normal, he knows that. But it’s not subtle if anyone notices and when Juyeon of all people points it out, he knows it even more.

“Yo, dude. Are you good? You look like you might kill somebody if we’d let you.” The younger male pats his back.

“Honestly, no, not really. But there isn’t really anything I can do about it.” Hyunjae huffs, welcoming his defeat with open arms.

“You can talk to me about things. It’s kinda weird but I always feel like getting out your thoughts is better than internalizing and blowing up randomly.” He says after a moment.

“I guess I’m just confused why I’m so jealous of something that isn’t mine.” The heart to heart with his frat brother follows the entire five stages of grief, starting with step one; Denial. He’ll keep denying the real reason he feels the way he does.

“Are you talking about that girl you were messing around with during break?” Juyeon asks, bringing his cup to his mouth. “And the fact that she’s here with Cha Eunwoo?”

Step two; Anger. His cup snaps and the sharp edge of the plastic scratches the inside of his palm. “Why would I be jealous of her being here with him? I could give less of a fuck about that. She’s not my girlfriend, she can do whatever she wants.”

He raises an eyebrow at how defensive his senior gets, lips quirking up. “Sure, Hyunjae. You’re not jealous. But you’re acting like it and you know you are.”

“Well,” step three; bargaining. “I’m not not jealous, I just— I don’t know. I’ve never been on this side of the situation before. Am I even allowed to be mad about it?”

“I mean, it’s a little unconventional, but yeah, I think you are. You spent the better part of a month getting to know this girl. You’ve seen her in ways other people haven’t. Even if you weren’t going into it with the intention to start something, I think it’s hard not to want anything after. Unless you’re completely heartless. But you’re not exactly The Grinch, so.” Juyeon sounds too wise for standing in the middle of a frat party.

“Nothing’s gonna happen now, though. She hates me and wants nothing to do with me because I screwed up.” Step four; Depression.

“You don’t know that unless you make an attempt to fix it,” his junior sighs. “Look, she’s gonna keep projecting how upset you made her if you aren’t gonna do something about it. But there’s a high chance that she’ll forgive you if you’re just real with her.”

And last, but not least, step five. Acceptance. Lee Hyunjae has finally accepted that he’s not an emotionless robot incapable of producing feelings for someone. He takes Juyeon’s advice right then and there, deciding that this is something he has to do immediately. (He also knows how much you can drink at these things and he preferred that you were sober when he spoke to you.)

He thanks his friend and sets off to search for you in the sea of already drunk university students. He’s anxious. He’s never been the type to have serious discussions about anything, really. He assumes that it stems from never seeing that in his own parents. They loved each other, yeah, but they never really talked about difficult topics with each other. Or, in front of him they didn’t.

Hyunjae thinks he might throw up when he finds you in the other room. Cha Eunwoo is still glued to your side, but he’s hardly paying attention to you, talking to his friends. You look bored, like you were waiting for something— or someone— to save you. This was his opportunity.

Your eyes widen when you see him heading straight for you, swallowing thickly. There wasn’t any route of escape so you were stuck having to deal with him. In all honesty, the hurt was still very fresh for you, and you weren’t sure you could handle talking to him yet.

“Can we please talk? I need to tell you something,” he yells over the loud music.

“Why should I listen to what you have to say?” Your tone is shaky, wavering slightly, but you’re grateful that he can’t hear it with how voluminous this party is.

“Y/N,” he pleads almost, eyes communicating what you needed to hear. “This is important.”

You concede, sneaking from Eunwoo and following Hyunjae blindly. You could be getting whisked away to your demise, but the former hardly even notices, too engrossed in whatever he was saying to his friends. You’re a bit apprehensive when Hyunjae takes you into his bedroom, biting your cheek when the memories of what you’ve done in here come flooding back to you.

“Okay, I don’t know how to put this into a coherent thought,” he turns his back to you.

“Can we just get this over with? You don’t want me, remember? I don’t even know why I’m giving you the time of day—“

“Of course I want you,” he exclaims, spinning around and pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, are you blind? It’s so obvious that I’ve wanted you for so long, Y/N. I’m just stupid and I fucked everything up, because I was scared that things would change and I’m afraid of change. That’s the reason why I have commitment problems. I don’t want to commit myself to something just for everything to change in the blink of an eye.”

You shut up after that, your heart skipping in your chest. This was what you wanted. You wanted a messy confession. Something that told you it wasn’t all in your head. That you weren’t making things up. That he felt the same way you did.

Your lips collide in a rough, desperate manner. Hyunjae’s never had a way with words, so kissing you with every ounce of longing in his being and holding you like you’d disappear any second was his outlet. This was how he could show you his true feelings. Your heart rate transitions from your pulse point to your ears, amplifying with each suck of your bottom lip between his teeth

You’ve done this so many times before, but it will never be the same as this one. No one could ever make you feel the way Lee Hyunjae does. It might be crazy, but it only took a month for you to realize that there will never be another for you. The conversations that trickled into early hours of the morning following going at it like jackrabbits were perfect to you. They weren’t ideal, but they were enough.

The two of you walk backwards until he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, your knees on either side of his lap. You cup his jaw in your hands, grinding down on him every time your lips move together. Hyunjae’s fingers dig into your sides and push up the material of your dress. He’s moving fast, rushed like you might decide you don’t want this and walk out of his room.

You can’t really blame him, your pace disorganized with only one goal in mind. Neither of you could be bothered with the foreplay, too needy and craving the touch of one another as quickly as possible. You part from him to pull off your dress, eyes fluttering shut when he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. He doesn’t want to waste time commenting on the fact that you were braless underneath so he busies himself with pecking the tops of your tits. Your fingers card through his hair with an extended sigh, noticing how long it’s gotten since you first met.

Hyunjae pushes his pants down his legs as you yank his shirt over his head, reconnecting your lips. He uses his ring and middle fingers to shove aside your underwear, discarding his own shortly after. Your mouth nips and bites your favorite places on his neck, ensuring you mark the surface so everyone knows who he belongs to. You were the one who acquired the key to Lee Hyunjae’s heart.

Your teeth sink into his skin the moment he slips inside of you, both of you moaning when he slides right into your cunt like he was meant to be there. You whine when he bottoms out, your sensitive clit bumping into his pelvic bone. You’re so warm and inviting, Hyunjae feels like he’s falling under a spell. Just being inside of you feels like a form of hypnosis. If it was up to him, he’d stay here forever, content to sit with his cock stuffed in you without interruption. But you both yearn for more than that.

He tightens his grip on your hips, bucking upwards into you and watching with heavy eyes as a whine spills from your lips. You look so fucked out despite him doing absolutely nothing to you yet. He thrusts up again experimentally, grinning when your upper half knocks into his.

“Feel good, baby?” He coos into your ear, nipping at the lobe and the area surrounding.

You nod with a whimper when his cock brushes that sweet spot deep inside your pussy. “Mhm, feels so— fuck, Jae, want it harder.”

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he smiles into your skin.

He increases the speed that he fucks into you, pinning down your hips so you can’t move and all you can do is take it. It’s like you can feel him in your abdomen, his cock plunging in you so far. You’d think after a month of fucking practically every day, you’d be used to his size by now. However, that was just not attainable. You don’t think you could ever get used to how big he was, how thick he was.

The force that he drives into you with is unmatched, miles apart from what he’s given you before. It’s like he wants to burn the shape of himself inside you, so you never forget that he’s the one making you feel like this. Nobody but Hyunjae can fuck you this well.

He moves you further up the bed, flattening his feet on the mattress and laying down so he can press deeper, a new angle that has your vision going blank. You don’t think twice about the volume of your cries, letting him know how good he’s giving it to you. You’re encouraging him, wanting him to get cockier so he can keep fucking you into oblivion. Your fingers grasp at the sheets beside his head for support.

Hyunjae’s nails impress crescent shapes into your waist, his mouth returning to your tits so he can leave his own marks all over your chest. It’s when your clit rubs against his lower stomach again that you let go, your orgasm crashing into like a train. It winds you, ripping your breath from your throat and stealing your oxygen. He’s close behind, the feeling of your walls clenching around him in rapid intervals triggering his own.

He fills you up nicely, both of you releasing guttural groans at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. You’re too exhausted to get up, collapsing on top of him. He doesn’t mind, more than happy to stay buried inside of you even if you didn’t do anything.

“So…” You start after a bit of silence, drawing unrecognizable shapes on his chest. “You’ve wanted me for so long, huh?”

“Shut up,” he laughs, eyes closed while he recuperates from using all of his energy on you. “This is still new for me.”

“I know, Mr. Emotionally Constipated And I Don’t Date ‘Cause I’m Going To Be A Big Fancy Hotshot Lawyer,” you tease, pecking his lips and then his nose. “I must be extremely special to be the one who changed your mind.”

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that right?” He shakes his head, brushing some of your hair from your face. You smile down at him with an unfamiliar fondness in your eyes.

“Why else do you think we’ve gotten this far?”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 22 - Wildcard (Cuckolding)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: CEO husband!Sangyeon x afab!reader x Co-worker!Juyeon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.6K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), cuckolding (do not read if triggering), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, male masturbation, aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), 2/3 of the Lee Line present (yes, that is a warning in itself) pleasure!dom Sangyeon? maybe?, Proofread! Let me know if I missed anything!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: This was a treat to write, especially in the POV of Sangyeon hehe been thinking about this idea for a while and now it’s finally here. Please note also that cuckolding is a consented sexual act so do NOT come after me with shit. Enjoy!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

Sangyeon never thought he'd end up in a situation like this. All his life, he pictured himself just living how everyone else wanted to: working hard in a job he likes, marrying the person of his dreams, having kids with, and living in a big house.

But this was not the case.

Never did he expect that he'd be here, in his master bedroom, sitting in his huge armchair across his bed, pleasuring himself while watching Juyeon have sex with his beautiful wife… you.

You and Sangyeon have been married for almost two years now. Why you got married was not something either of you expected to begin with. His father was extremely wealthy, making Sangyeon next in line to inherit all the family's fortunes. And you, the daughter of one of Sangyeon's father's closest friends.

And because of that, it had been decided that you would have an arranged marriage to Sangyeon, maintaining the wealth and status of both families.

You never hated each other, not once. Even if you had a few arguments here and there, you never resented each other. In fact, you and Sangyeon got along pretty well given your situation. You enjoyed each other's company, learned each other's boundaries, but most importantly... had an incredibly passionate sex life.

Your physical and sexual attraction to one another was off the charts, engaging in sexual activities almost every day, at any moment, on any surface of your mansion. This went on for quite some time, until suddenly Sangyeon had to take over the company as his father stepped down, making it harder to spend time with you.

As he got busier, working overtime at the office, and going on multiple business trips, the intimacy between the two of you started to dwindle. It was like you were strangers once again.

Truth be told, Sangyeon actually did love you. And even though he knew your love was not the same as his, he did his best to make sure his love was known by spoiling you with every chance he could get, letting you do whatever you wanted to do, even going as far as using him as your personal sex toy despite being exhausted from work.

One thing Sangyeon noticed over time as he got busier was that you would tend to "subtly" flirt with his right-hand man, Lee Juyeon. When you would quickly visit Sangyeon in his office, you would make it a point to say hi to Juyeon before leaving. The times when Sangyeon would bring work home, he would see you giggling at something Juyeon whispered in your ear.

He's not going to lie, jealousy did bubble up in the pit of his stomach the first few times he noticed your behavior, especially when you had this look in your eyes whenever you talked to Juyeon that Sangyeon never saw when you looked at him.

Sangyeon never confronted you about it because he knew you like the back of his hand. Even if you blatantly flirted with Juyeon while he was in the room, you would never physically cheat on him (but mentally was another question.)

He did catch you that one time he peeked through the crack of the master bedroom's door, seeing you lying down beautifully as you touched yourself but moaning out Juyeon's name instead of his.

Sangyeon knows he should have done something the moment he witnessed all that. He should have been furious that you were thinking about someone else while pleasuring yourself. But there was something that sparked in him that night, making him more turned on than he should have been.

There was something about the way your face glowed after pleasuring yourself that made him... happy?

During that same night, as Sangyeon stroked your hair while you slept on his lap after watching a movie together in the living room, an idea suddenly popped into his head. An idea that wouldn't have been on his list of ways to rekindle your relationship, but he knew it might just work... and it had to involve Juyeon in the picture.

It was the night of your monthly date night. After going to this new restaurant, driving around the city, and having a good round of drinks, Sangyeon had your hips pinned down to the mattress as he slowly lapped at your cunt, making you reach your second orgasm of the night.

You didn't know what it was about tonight, but you were feeling extra horny for some reason. And Sangyeon could sense this too, meaning his plan was working. You see, Sangyeon made sure that he was slowly hinting at what was about to happen tonight.

Dropping little hints such as wearing the same cologne as Juyeon, mentioning him casually in conversations as he talked about work, and so on. He could see you shift your legs at times, trying your best not to rub your thighs together and hiding your blushing face at the mention of his co-worker.

"Sangyeon, I can't," you cried out, trying to push his face away from your dripping core.

"Shh. I got you sweetheart, don't worry. Okay?" He kissed your wet folds one last time before pushing himself up to kiss you, tasting your own arousal on his lips. You reached for his pants, palming his clothed erection and attempting to pull down the zipper until Sangyeon gripped your wrist and stopped you.

"You don't want?" You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Not this time," he responded.

"Is there something wrong?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, worried that you might have done something to make him react this way.

"Oh no no, there's nothing wrong at all! Nothing could ever be wrong with you," he smiled, caressing your cheek.

"It's just that I have something else planned, that's all. Want to see?" You nodded your head at him as he kissed your forehead before getting off the bed and heading for the door. You watched his every movement in curiosity, wondering what he had in store. This was so unlike him during sex.

As soon as he opened the door, you heard him talking as if he was speaking with someone. Your thoughts were soon confirmed the moment you saw a foot entering your bedroom and Juyeon appearing.

"Oh my god!" You shouted in surprise, trying to cover your exposed body as quickly as you could with the bedsheet beneath you.

"Sangyeon, what is he doing here?" You looked at him and Juyeon with wide eyes.

"Hear me out for a second, sweetheart." Sangyeon walked over to you and sat at the edge of the bed, holding your hand in his.

"I want to give you the best night of your life. Will you let Juyeon do that for you?" He looked into your eyes.

"Is this some kind of joke?" You questioned him, entirely unsure of his motives.

"No, no baby, it's not. I promise." He squeezed your hand. "Just trust me. Okay? I'll be sitting over there in the corner watching. Now, go have your fun, alright?" He rubbed your arm before kissing your cheek and standing up to take his seat in the armchair across from the bed.

While Sangyeon took his seat, he watched how slow and gentle Juyeon was with you. The way he sucked on your neck, fondled your breasts, and left a trail of kisses from your stomach all the way to your inner thighs.

The way you would arch your back, whimper at his touch, the dazed look on your face... It was making Sangyeon's cock ache. To watch his beautiful wife being pleasured from a different point of view was extremely erotic to him. He pleasured himself while watching Juyeon take you, teasing you before slipping his cock inside your wet hole and gradually pounding you into the mattress.

Sangyeon was so immersed in watching you being fucked that he didn't realize he had already pulled his member out from his pants and started pleasuring himself slowly. He could feel his own precum lubricating his hand as he continued to watch your face contort in pleasure.

But what really turned Sangyeon on was the fact that even though you were being fucked by someone else, someone you had been flirting with for the past couple of weeks, you kept your gaze on him the whole time. Looking into each other's eyes like you had never done before.

And when you felt yourself reaching your third orgasm of the night, you called out Sangyeon's name instead, making him reach his own climax right after as his seed spilled on his exposed abs.

You continued to keep your gaze on him, finally having the same look in your eyes as he did with you.

As soon as Juyeon left, Sangyeon drew a nice warm bath for you, prepared a fresh set of clothes, and waited for you in your shared bed. You instantly crawled into his embrace, sharing more intimate kisses with one another.

"Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" He asked. You started to become shy and hid your face at the crook of his neck. Your shyness making him endearingly smile.

"I want to ask something," you mumbled against his skin. He hooked his fingers under your chin and pulled your face away from his neck to get a better look at you.

"Why did you do it?" You whispered.

"Did it make you happy?" He whispered back. "Be honest with me…"

"Yes, really happy…" You shyly replied. He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss you,

"Then making you happy is all I care about."

[breakyourrxles]

❥between two breaths (m) | 𝟙

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

↳ You get the call; a new life starts, the terms and conditions are understood.

Or, so you think.

kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [4,5k wc ongoing] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.

❥ masterlist | ao3

"So, what's your plan? See each other in the halls and pretend that we've not been meeting for months already?"

"We really shouldn't be out like this, you know."

Late into the evening on a cool spring Thursday, the streets are packed with people coming and going from meetings with friends. Gangnam is the sort of area that never really sleeps no matter what day of the week it happens to be, and there is steep difficulty in attempting to find a hole in the wall that offers even the most minute amount of privacy.

Much less the kind of privacy that the two of you require for outings such as this one.

"That's sort of the fun of it, isn't it?"

The table is tucked into a dark corner, and the bar offers few more places for seating beyond that. It's a small, dingy sort of place that seems infrequently traveled for obvious reasons, and though the scent of sticky floor and long forgotten food lingers unpleasantly around you; suppose the two of you have little other option than precisely this.

Sunwoo looks up and sets his sights on you. His hood pulled up over his head for added discretion. Meetings in public are always like this.

But the two of you do not meet in private, either.

The corners of his lips curl slowly into something sly and he says, "We don't have to see each other like this."

"Yes, we do," you reply. "What else would you suggest?" It's a sarcastic question that you don't require an actual answer for, and before he has a chance to do so, you follow it up by saying, "Actually, I know exactly what you'd suggest."

He shrugs, all carefree and nonchalant like he always does. "I'm just saying, there's options."

Your relationship with Sunwoo is complicated, to say the least.

"Oh, sure. It'd be really great for either of us to risk getting caught disappearing to a hotel or something. Are you not even a little concerned for your image?"

"Of course I am, that's why I've got my hood up." Sunwoo's eyes find yours once again, and the beer on the table in front of him finally finds his lips for a sip. "But you've got to admit, it's pretty fun. You know, breaking all the rules. The risk of getting caught."

"Until you do get caught," you say. "I'm not thrilled about the possibility myself but as of right now, you have far more to lose than I do."

"That depends entirely on how your auditions go. Once you're in, then you shoot up to public enemy number one as far as being seen out with a male idol is concerned."

A single eyebrow perks up on your face, amused by the intricacies of your involvement together. "It won't exactly look great for you. You're going to seem like one of those seniors that preys on trainees."

"No, I'm a senior that preys on his fans, apparently," Sunwoo corrects, though there's little seriousness carried in his tone. "Fan-turned-trainee. Point taken, though."

Watching Sunwoo from across the table, you give yourself a moment to take in the sight of him. His long, curly hair that cascades over his eyes ever so slightly and the gentle plushness of his lips as they press into the rim of his glass. It's been four long years that you've been following his career, but as they have carried on, the barrier held between fan and idol has begun to crumble. Now, the seven months that you and Sunwoo have been meeting like this seem far longer than the ones before; once stolen glances eventually mutating into an inconceivable line that is meant to exist, but no longer appears to.

"We should stop meeting."

"You don't mean that," Sunwoo says. "Besides, once you get in we're going to be seeing each other all of the time again. That's when things will really get tricky."

You mean it as much as you possibly can as someone with no intention of putting in the effort of seeing it come to fruition.

The truth of the matter is that you and Sunwoo have no future together. Whatever this is now, can never evolve into anything more and only has a road towards eventually dissolving for the best of the both of you. Hiding it forever can never work, just as the day that the two of you can go public will never have a hope of arriving, either.

And no matter how many times you bring up the fact, Sunwoo remains wholly unwilling to let this eventuality come to pass.

"So, what's your plan? See each other in the halls and pretend that we've not been meeting for months already?"

"The members don't care, as long as I'm discreet enough," Sunwoo says with a shrug. "I figure most of them assume I'm out right now doing things far more interesting than what I actually am, anyway. Once you start coming around as a trainee it's fairly straightforward: yeah, we know each other already, we've been meeting for a while. No, it's not like that, though not for lack of trying."

You kick at his leg from under the table for the devilish little remark.

"You forget you've been my fan for years, they are probably going to recognize you anyway," he adds.

An unfortunate byproduct of spending so much time and money attending events, taking photos and being diligent in the fandom way of life.

"And assume we've been sleeping together this entire time, presumably."

Sunwoo's head bobbles in a sort of thoughtful, noncommittal way before relenting to the fact and saying, "Probably. You can't really blame them for it, that's how these sorts of things usually go when idols are found out to be spending secret time with their fans. I'll be honest but…"

"But it won't really make much of a difference," you say through a sigh.

"It's not so bad," Sunwoo says, "They're not going to think less of you even if they believe that's the case. They're good guys. It's just a little hard to believe that we've been spending a bunch of private time together but not… you know…"

This decision had not come easily to you once you had made it, either. When the barrier between fan and idol started to dissipate, the promise of spending a night with Sunwoo hung heavily in your mind during each and every meeting. He had never made much of an effort, however; never touching you, never making a comment in regards to the fact, and never asking you to follow him to a place where hands and lips may finally meet flesh. You met as friends, and remained as such through the slow journey of getting to know one another on a more personal level, and over time, the thought of it did not leave you so much as you found yourself in a position of having to make a decision for yourself. 

Because now there are feelings. Tiny, barely there sprouts of interest that you hoped may never take root inside of your heart, and so, you protected yourself in the best way that you knew how.

"I get it, and if I pass auditions then that'll only make it that much more troublesome, anyway."

"You're going to pass, and at least then we won't have to sneak around as much as we do now." His eyes flit up towards the ceiling as a thought seems to catch him, and then he says, "Or, we have to sneak around more, because you're probably not going to be able to keep your hands off of me with all that new and easily accessible Sunwoo time."

You go to kick at him again, but Sunwoo anticipates it and is quick to push his chair back and out of your line of terror.

Glaring at him, you say, "If I was going to fuck you don't you think I would have done it already?"

And as Sunwoo brings himself back towards the table, his cheek finds the heel of his palm. Another small smile slips into his lips as he watches you, and all he says is, "No, I actually don't think that. I think you're much smarter than that."

The acceptance call comes five weeks after your last meeting with Sunwoo, and you allow yourself the time to cry and celebrate with nobody but yourself. Your bedroom feels impossibly small compared to how it had only moments before, and once you gather the strength to begin packing your essentials, you locate your phone and send off a message to the only person you can think of that will share your precise level of excitement.

Later that evening and long after the sun has finished setting, you can't be sure if it is simply the beauty of the season in full swing, or if everything around you truly does have a glittering, charmed hue to it now. The wind blows gently and along with it comes leaves and cherry blossom petals cascading down to the ground around you. You stare out towards the river; flickering lights from cars passing over the bridge and tall buildings that seem to never sleep sparkling across the dark water ahead. It's stunning—everything is stunning now—because the rest of your life is about to change forever, and for always.

"Congratulations."

Sunwoo's shoulder nudges your own as he comes up to stand beside you, and though your eyes only meet for a second, there's immense warmth held inside of his gaze. The two of you look at the water together, and it is only in that moment that you realize that times like this are soon to fall to the wayside in favor of grueling training regimens and seemingly unending schedules. Debut is far out into the future, another set of obstacles standing between it and you now; but you cannot help dreaming of it as if it hangs only barely out of the grasp of your fingers now.

"Everything is gonna be different from this day forward," Sunwoo says. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants and like all other times you meet him like this, his hood is pulled up over his head. "Is it weird that I'm going to miss doing stuff like this? Sneaking around just to catch a glimpse of a life that I used to be able to live."

"It's not weird," you reply with an accompanying and gentle shake of your head. "I'd be willing to guess a lot of idols miss it, and I'm sure there's going to come a day where I do too." Turning to look at him, you smile somewhat sinisterly and then add, "Besides, you can always just make friends with another fan of yours if you really want to."

Sunwoo snorts out a laugh. "Yeah right. I was crazy enough to do it once, not going to press my luck and end up with someone who's going to sell all my personal information, or make up stories about what we're doing during our little meetups."

"Who says they need to make it up?"

He sways to knock into you again, a playful shove that sends you stumbling ever so slightly as you laugh.

"You shouldn't think so low of me! We're supposed to be friends!"

"We are friends, but we can be honest about what may have been your intentions at the beginning of these little escapades."

Sunwoo glares at you, eyes narrow and displeased. "And what should I assume about someone who spends so much time taking photos of me and seeing me at all of those events? I'm sure what reeled you in at a glance was my impressively charming personality, not the way I look, of course."

"And yet neither of us made any moves," you say pointedly. "Guess we were destined to only ever be what we are today."

Saying the words out loud does little to make them feel like home to you.

"Yeah," Sunwoo says through a sigh, and you can't help but hear a twinge of unsureness riddled within the simple word. "I guess so."

The company building feels far more vast now than it had during your visits before.

Numerous rounds of auditions down and somehow, you've managed to make it here. Through bruised knees, sleepless nights and meals consisting of the few things sitting in your fridge because you lacked the energy to cook for yourself; you're here now. You made it. The only thing left awaiting you is a debut date and the next version of the rest of your life.

Your shoulder aches from the weight of the bag slung over it. It's heavy and crammed full of things you might need. Some changes of clothes, cosmetics, and items for tending to your hair; your new daily routine. It feels like a whirlwind of new experiences and nearly insurmountable expectations, but there is nowhere else you would rather be.

The marble under your feet glistens and the glass doors in front of you slide open in welcoming. The woman at the desk greets you happily and hands you your itinerary as your manager follows soon behind you. He is a kind enough man in his forties, if you had to guess. A little shy, perhaps hoping to start things off on a positive foot and you very much appreciate it, because the anxiousness bubbling in your stomach is causing it to twist and turn uncomfortably with every new eye that comes your way.

"You'll want the seventh floor," the woman says, pointing towards the large elevator down the hall. "That's where the dance studios are. The paperwork I've handed you details where you can find everything else, but from here on out it's likely you'll always be accompanied by a manager, a fellow trainee, or a coach of some sort, so I doubt you'll have to worry so much about becoming lost. Good luck!"

Entering the aforementioned elevator, you and your manager step inside, the doors close, and he takes it upon himself to press the button with the seven printed on it.

At first, the ride is silent. Neither of you are quite sure how it is that you're meant to break the ice like this. Out of the corner of you spot him awkwardly glancing around the otherwise empty space, and with a small smile, you finally take it upon yourself to strike up conversation with him.

"Is it true what she said back there?" you ask. "That from here on out I'll not ever have a moment to myself."

His attention snaps to you, seemingly shocked at the question. However, he seems willing enough to answer it, and after clearing his throat he says, "I'm afraid so. From this moment on, normal everyday freedoms are a thing of the past."

You think of Sunwoo, and your relatively frequent secret meetings together. Eventually, there will come a day where you will be afforded the same luxury that he has now.

"It'll all be worth it in the end," you say, "and besides, I can be rather sneaky, myself."

The two of you meet eyes in a sideways glance, and though he does his best not to make it evident, you can already see the stress creeping up through his broad form.

"Good to know."

"Don't worry, I don't intend on being trouble."

"Yeah," he replies, "They often don't."

After a startling jolt and a loud dinging sound, the shiny silver doors part away and give view to a vast hallway of closed doors and muffled, booming music. You glance around to take in the sights; bright lights and white walls as far as the eye can see. A scent of sterility all around you that feels stifling to your senses and feels as though it attempts to strip away your sense of self; breaking you down with every intention of molding and rebuilding you into the perfect essence of the idol you are soon to become.

"Your room is down this way, some of the girls are already inside getting ready."

The man steps ahead and begins to lead you down the hallway, and already you find yourself thinking about a time where all of this will no longer feel new, and all of the luster of it will be lost on tears cried and hours spent trying to perfect something that seems so far out of your grasp. Each and every day will present new challenges—some that may feel insurmountable in that moment—but you will overcome them. You will attain this. You will debut.

Someday, these walls will be akin to a second home. Nothing special and nothing exciting about seeing them. It's an impossible sort of thing to even fathom right now, but all new things eventually become old. 

On some of the walls are photos of incredible moments shared by the groups that have preceded you. Cheery smiles and the most beautiful, happy tears cried on a stage with confetti fluttering around them and a trophy in hand. You spot one that is familiar to you, and though you've not seen this particular photo before, you recognize the faces held within, as well as the day in which this monumental moment took place.

Because you were there.

But before you have time to truly linger in the uncanniness of it all, a door ahead swings open and a large number of men begin to file out. Almost as if the photo beside you has just sprung to life.

Sangyeon leads the charge as the members follow behind. You make an effort to avert your eyes—to turn your face away as to not be recognized—before realizing that this is something of a fool’s errand. There are going to be many more scenarios such as this one, and it is an unavoidable fact that they are going to learn of your trainee status among them. It is far from the first time that a fan has then moved on to become an idol themselves, but being in such close proximity to the group you have dedicated so many years of devotion to brings a bizarre prickling sensation all across your skin.

You look back up, and immediately your eyes find Eric's. The two of you exchange a sort of understanding look, as if he is a little surprised to see you here and perhaps even more surprised by the fact that he very much does recognize your face. Beyond that, and more amusing to you, is Eric turning to look behind him to shoot Sunwoo a questioning squint.

Then, you and Sunwoo's eyes find each other.

His eyebrows perk up and a smile graces his lips. Words are not exchanged, and before you have time to fully comprehend the storm you have been swept up in, they are gone.

Well past midnight, you finally step foot back inside of your dorm.

The space is small and shared with far too many other girls than what you consider to be a comfortable arrangement. Everyone has just arrived, and as a result, bags and belongings are strewn all about the floor and the furniture as far as the eye can see. Some of them have made it inside of their respective bedrooms, and thankfully, you are one of the few to be lucky enough in having done so.

Four girls to a room, with bunk beds that are shaky and make noise every time even the slightest of movements atop them are made. A few rounds of rock-paper-scissors decide the placements, and as if luck is deeply on your side, you manage to score one of the beds on the lower level nearest to the door.

"You're really good," one of the girls says. Her name is Miyoung and she is a strong vocalist that had taken part in one of the same rounds of auditions as you. A kind, gentle girl with a round, cute face that is sure to be popular should she debut. You sort of hope that she does. Miyoung smiles at you and then goes on to say, "Your dancing. It's really impressive, I have a lot I can learn from you."

"Same goes for singing, I might need you to teach me some things when we get into vocal lessons," you reply.

One of the other girls pauses her unpacking and then turns to face you, joining in on the openness of the conversation. Her stage name is Kaia, and you realize that you don't even know what her real name is yet.

"I have a question, and I hope it isn't too intrusive," Kaia begins, fidgeting awkwardly with one of the straps of her backpack. Her long, black hair curtains down around her face and almost completely obscures her features from your line of sight, but from what you can tell, she appears fairly reluctant to meet your eyes. "I overheard some of the other girls talking earlier in the day, when I was down in the cafe, and one of them was saying…"

Her words fall away, you and Miyoung catch each other's glance briefly and then you say, "What? What were they saying?"

"It's nothing bad, or mean!" Kaia insists, her head snapping up and shaking quickly to drive the point home. "I don't want there to be any animosity between all of us, especially so early on, so I feel guilty even bringing it up, but… I guess, there are certain things that feel a little bit like red flags to some of the others as trainees. They weren't speaking badly of you, it's just one of them thought…"

"Kaia, you gotta spit it out girl." Miyoung's assertiveness is much appreciated in a time such as this one, because the thought had been welling up in your mind already.

"You were a fan, right? Before this?"

Miyoung's head slowly turns to face you once again, as if perhaps her initial willingness to jump to your defense may be falling away just as quickly as the knowledge has been unearthed. It is not something that you have considered holding close to your chest, but if the truth is already out and being circulated amongst the other trainees, then you realize the only option you have is to be as upfront and honest about it as you can.

You feign comfort in an attempt to be strong and appear unbothered by the line of questioning and the discourse that may be a result of it. With your bag already unzipped, you continue pulling belongings out of it so that they may soon find their new home.

"Yeah. I've been a fan of The Boyz for many years now."

"Who?"

Kaia snaps the question out almost as quickly as you finish your own words, and though it confuses you in its immediacy, it only takes a few seconds before you realize precisely what it is that you are being asked.

"Oh, um…" This, you had hoped to avoid. You linger in the thoughts for far too long—so long that it is obvious that you are attempting to decide where it is that you wish to go with this—and with all eyes on you, you know that you are quickly running out of time. "Sunwoo," you say. "I was Sunwoo's fan."

"Was?" Miyoung asks.

"Well, it's awkward now, isn't it? Being in the same company, and all. We're basically colleagues, now."

Kaia pipes up next. "Do you think he recognizes you?"

The question is amusing, though you cannot possibly ever detail why. Instead, you bite back the smile that wants to give life upon your lips and you simply say, "I don't know, probably. I went to a lot of events."

"Wow, I couldn't imagine joining the same company as the idol I liked, but maybe something exciting will happen! Maybe you two will fall in love and live happily ever after!"

Miyoung rolls her eyes at Kaia's whimsical view of the world. "Yeah right, all of these idol guys are players. I wouldn't dare trust any of them with anything of mine, much less my heart."

"Well, they can't all be bad!" Kaia chirps.

As the girls continue their back and forth, you eventually remember the existence of your phone. Digging around the front pocket of your bag, you finally fish it out and what is waiting for you amongst your numerous notifications is one that, somehow, you had not been anticipating.

S [23:04]: that was fun. e's face was priceless. he kept asking me 'did you know? did you know she was coming? is she following you?' lollll little does he know i'm the one that told you to audition. i think he thinks you're stalking me. i wish :/

You snort a laugh, forgetting the company that you currently keep. The reaction draws the attention of both of the girls, though it is short lived in favor of their discussion that you have long since been ousted from.

You [01:37]: you're so annoying! nobody is stalking you and now all your little friends are going to think i'm the weird girl following you. speaking of, the girls know about me. i guess one of the trainees has seen me around, if you know what i mean.

S [01:39]: it's kind of giving 'what were you doing at the devil's sacrament' but i figured this might happen. it's not a big deal. someone might assume you're just here for that reason but you're good, it'll be very obvious very quickly that you're talented. besides if they get annoying about it you can just tell them we've been meeting all this time so there's really no reason for you to audition for that 😛

You [01:39]: yeah dude that'll help my case. upgrade from stalker fan to fan that's having sex with him. real good plan!

S [01:40]: didn't say it was a good plan, just that it was one! i want to see you. when can we meet up?

You look up towards the other girls and the slew of belongings scattered all across the floor. It's already late and you have an early morning of vocal lessons, dance lessons, media training, and language lessons ahead of you. The thought of ever having time to do anything but the tasks that lead towards the goal of debut already seems impossible to you.

You [01:42]: i don't know, probably never based on how the days schedules look. you know how it is, you've been here before.

Sunwoo does not respond immediately, and with every minute that passes, you figure that he simply isn't going to. There's little necessity for a reply, so with the conversation coming to a natural conclusion you set your phone back down and continue trying to make the tiny space beside your bed something akin to a comfortable home.

That is, until your phone chimes with a notification again.

You pick it up, unlock the screen and the nerves beneath your skin begin to buzz with some sort of newfound and intrigued anticipation.

S [01:54]: hmm. guess the only option then is for us to become friends. look alive for introductions tomorrow morning in the cafe. it's time for your first acting lesson!

[juyeonsluver]

juyeon x male reader genre: smut warnings: nicknames dacryphilia overstimulation belly bulge cockwarming

MINORS , SHE/HER DNI !

squirming under you, juyeon whined begging you to be filled up with your cum. “nghh~ y/n—fill me please, im begging!” he grips the back of his knees, widening his legs more, as you continuously fuck him into oblivion. the prominent bulge appearing with every hard thrust you do.

“you’re such a whore for me.” you said. sucking on your lovers neck, biting the precious skin, leaving the other moaning under you. “y/n dont stop! y/n im c—cumming! NGHH~” you thrusted faster, overstimulating the other, as cum shot out of his slit.

“f—fuck y/n it’s t-too, much!” you didn’t stop. you continued to fuck the trembling juyeon. tears streaming down juyeons face as you continued to reck him.

his legs failing to keep up, making you grip his leg towards his chest. “already tired huh?” you said through grunts. “s-s—so much, so big~” juyeon let out. “i’m close baby.” you continued thrusting your hips forward. one last thrust and you shot your cum into juyeon, making him cum for the third time that night “ah!”

you slowly rock your hips, riding out your high. “y—y/n, dont pull out..” juyeon said, as he tried covering his face out of embarrassment. you nodded with a small smile. plopping right behind him spooning him. you draped the thin blanket on the both of you, and wrapped your arm around his waist. kissing his nape you whispered,

“goodnight baby.”

all rights reserved to @juyeonsluver. please do not translation, distributed, without permission first !

[suk4ijo]

shy shy shy

pairing: lee juyeon (seme) x gn reader (uke)

genre: very slight suggestive smut

synopsis: you playfully ask juyeon to dress up in a maid outfit, not to actually think he would do it

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"hey, what about this?" you pushed your phone right in front of juyeon's face, his face getting visibly flustered after seeing the photo of a uniform from a japanese maid cafe.

"w-what about it?" he asked, trying his best to push aside his shyness. "ey, you'd look adorable in this! your figure's cute too!" you teasingly pursued, but soon dropped the topic, while your only motive was to make your boyfriend a blushing mess, seeing how shy he'd get from the smallest things, you genuinely wanted to see juyeon in a maid outfit once.

"oo, do you want coffee or tea?" you asked as you were worried if he would get uncomfortable from the earlier conversation. "c-coffee, thanks."

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your classes got postponed by a huge gap of 15 minutes, which honestly wrecked your whole schedule - including your presentation preparation - so to say you were stressed and frustrated was an understatement. the walk to your apartment seemed so far, your exhausted body just wanted to fall on the street that second, but just as you had given up and were ready to call a cab, you noticed that you were already at your destination.

"juyeon?" the dark hallways greeted you, as you shambled to your way to the shared bedroom. "is this a-" you nudged into a chair, before continuing "-prank?" the reply was nothing but silence, which scared you. juyeon didn't have any plans this week - except sleeping -cause his finals recently ended so him not being home concerned you.

"lee juyeon? where are you?" you asked again, finally reaching the bedroom door that was half open, overthinking was always your forte, so the scenarios currently replaying in your mind were not pleasant.

"o-oh, you're home..?" the sight held you appalled, the smallest details making you lose your mind.

there sat juyeon, legs half open in front of the mirror, hair unevenly pushed back - some strands sitting over his eyes - and a tight maid costume hugging his lean figure.

"w- is there something wrong?" juyeon asked as he tried standing up, but the position locked his feet together, making it hard for him to move on his own accord. "y-y/n? could you help me-?" the boy pleaded to you, your only expression one of a kid who saw cotton candy for the first time.

involuntarily, juyeon's knee bumped into his crotch area, sending all kinds of shivers down his spine - including a soft moan - which was the last straw for you, sending all your desires free.

"do you need help baby boy?"

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note : tysm for requesting! i hope this is okay, im high key dumb and had to re-write the whole thing plus its super short too lol anyways i hope you enjoy <3

[star-suh]

Three Boys.

Lee Sangyeon & Lee Juyeon x Male Reader.

cw: tops sangyeon and juyeon, pwp, cock kiss, rimjob, blowjob, deepthroat, spit roasting, spitplay, some sangyeon x juyeon moments, they're pornstars.

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y/n was one of the most prominent stars in recent months in the porn industry so it was not surprising that he received messages asking for collaborations. of the many that he had, one caught his attention “lee fucking sangyeon and lee fucking juyeon want to make a collab with me? i feel like i'm gonna faint” putting one hand on his forehead acting as if he was indeed going to faint.

the day has come and here they are, the three boys installing all the cameras quickly so they can dive right into the sex part of the video.

juyeon and y/n started kissing while stroking each other's cock and sangyeon went straight to y/n's ass burying himself on it while groping his ass.

gushy sounds were coming from y/n's hole, the constant spits of sangyeon and his wet tongue were leaving his ass dilated “probably the best cake i've ever ate” joked sangyeon with a string of saliva connecting his chin to the other male's hole.

juyeon tongue was exploring the inside os y/n's mouth, spitting on it and then sucking his tongue while using his hands to spread the ass cheeks of the bottom so sangyeon can fuck the bottom's deeper with his wet muscle.

sangyeon stood up and guide y/n's mouth to his cock, he started licking the tip going down to his balls and smell them “love the smell” praised y/n swallowing the cock all at once. the sudden deepthroat caught sangyeon off guard making him moan and his body started spasming due to the immense pleasure “damn what a skilled cocksucker”. juyeon joined seconds later helping y/n to suck the other's cock.

their tongues were going up and down taking turns to suck the tip and lick the pre-cum. then their mouths clashed in a kiss, with sangyeon's dick in the middle, the sight making the older male's cock throb.

sangyeon sat in a sofa with y/n straddling him getting ready to take his cock, he sat on it slowly enjoying the stretching sensation. then he moved his hips and started riding it, squeezing it everytime he goes down. meanwhile juyeon mouthfucked y/n, locking his strong hands around the other's head forcing him to deepthroat his cock for 10 seconds.

“6. 7. that's right, just a little more.. 8. 9. 10. here you go” juyeon free the male's head watching how many strands of thick saliva connected his soaked shaft to y/n's lustful mouth.

now it's juyeon's time to fuck that sweet hole “it's already so stretched so i guess that i can put it all in at once” and as he said he slammed himself onto y/n pushing him against the sofa drawing a growl out of him “you fucking … bastard” cried y/n in pleasure, enjoying juyeon's thrusts.

sangyeon didn't want to stay doing anything so he decided to eat juyeon's ass first, his tongue licking that tight ring of muscles. when he finished doing that, he now focused on licking and spitting on juyeon's cock every time he entered y/n's hole. juyeon took out his entire cock for sangyeon to suck and then inserted it back into y/n, repeating the action many more times.

with y/n now straddling and riding juyeon, sangyeon rubbed his cock between the bottom's ass cheeks. juyeon then pulls out and sangyeon enters. they started taking turns in fucking that lustful ass.

y/n positioned himself in a doggy position so they can fuck his two holes, juyeon in the mouth and sangyeon in the ass. both tops locked hands and kissed each other while slamming themselves into y/n. the bottom was feeling so much pleasure that his eyes rolled back and he started to stroke his dick to cum.

“he's squeezing me so hard with his throat” growled juyeon. “same here” said sangyeon “i think he's going to cum” and as soon as sangyeon said that y/n came, staining the couch with his cum. juyeon kept fucking that tight throat until that he floods him with his cum “that's right dude, drink all my milk” tears staining y/n's cheek while he struggle swallowing the thick cum with the dick still throbbing inside his mouth.

on the other side sangyeon stroke himself shooting his seed straight on y/n's gaping hole as if it were a target shooting game “now let me churn it” he said introducing his dick again thrusting a couple of times.

Y/n kneels and takes both cocks with her hands, trying to suck both at the same time and put them inside her mouth. Despite his attempts, he can't because of how thick they are, so he dedicated himself to leaving them clean of semen..

“thanks for today guys it was amazing” a shy y/n waved a goodbye to the pair of dudes in front of him. “we also loved spending time with you, give us a call if you want to hang out and record another collab” sangyeon winked.”bye” waved juyeon blowing a kiss towards y/n… “they're so hot” sighs y/n, being whipped for those two men who seem sculpted by the gods themselves.

[lushta1es0nm3]

Here Kitty Kitty

Pairing: Lee Juyeon x reader

Summary: Think twice next time before pouring your heart out to a random stray cat on the street. It may end up following you home

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

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“Lala~” you sang out your cats name as you crotched down in front of your neighbors car, holding a dish full of wet food.

Crap, you thought in annoyance. All you did was take out the trash, but your cat decided to make a dash out the door before you could stop her. The little spoiled fucker, she had been trying to get outside for over a month and you didn’t quite understand why until. One day you saw the new neighbor moving in a few houses down from you, you saw all the cat toys among the boxes that sat on the back of the moving truck but you didn’t see any cat, or your new neighbor which confused you.

The freezing cold night air nipped at you causing you to let out a huff. Dang it, this is what you get for coming outside with no bra on. Yeah it would only take a second but you should’ve known better to at least put on a damn jacket.

“Lala,” you called out standing up, “if you don’t come on I’m leaving you out here.” It was an empty threat, but anything to make her come out would be great at this point.

You counted in your head to three and huffed again while looking around, but she was still nowhere to be found. With a small sigh, you turned around to head back inside to grab a coat and come back out but you bumped into a guys chest.

“Crap,” you apologized, “sorry.”

“No need to be sorry.” A male voice spoke down at you.

You looked up at the man you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes glow, but brushed it off because he was hot. Like damn where’d you come from, kind of hot.

“I’m your new neighbor.” He started to introduce himself after biting his lips, “I’ve been meaning to speak to everyone but people are busy and I didn’t want to interrupt them.”

He had run his hand across his chin while staring you down. You couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were and the fact that it felt like he was running his hands all over your body.

You blinked quickly bringing yourself back from elsewhere “Hi, I’m y/n” you finally stated still eyes his large hands and thinking of all the ways your could use them.

Yes, you were being a complete pervert in your head but rightfully so. You were single and hadn’t gotten any in a very long time, you toys weren’t of much help anymore. So yes, sis, you were in the middle of a drought and he’s looking like he’s looking making your nipples harder than they already were.

“I’m Juyeon.” He answered, but when he spoke it felt like he had whispered it in your ear. Like you could feel his hot breath fanning your ear followed my a deep groan that’d make you vibrate and shiver.

Your knees buckled and he smiled at you biting his bottom lip again and narrowing his eyes. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your moans and his deep breaths and soft whispers in you ear. But the sound of a familiar meow hit your ears causing you both to look down.

Your cat was rubbing against Juyeon’s leg while purring. He picked her up and rub her head, this whole interaction confused you because your cat was no where near friendly. Meaning she literally hated everyone but you.

“She’s so pretty,” Juyeon remarked, still stretching her head, “I’ve seen her sitting in the window when I pass by.”

His words made you freeze for a second, the only window your car sat in was your bedroom window, which is hard to see from outside, since it was upstairs and kind of tented.

He handed Lala to you “you should get inside,” he remarked, “it’s cold,” you too her from him and he pointed to your shirt, “you don’t have on a jacket.”

Your whole face turned bright red when you looked down at your chest, your nipples were hard and every visible “I’m so sorry.” You flushed out in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” he stated as he began to walk away, “I’ve seen what you at night around midnight. Your nipples are the least of your worries.”

“Say what?!” You yelled out accidentally before covering your mouth.

Juyeon froze and turned around, he did it again, his eyes glowed “I know how badly you want it,” he was a good distance away but it felt like he was whispering in your ear, “I can give it to you, just say here kitty kitty.”

You were too stunned to speak, too embarrassed about your dirty mind and dirty deeds, that you legitimately ran full speed into your house with Lala in your arms. After slamming the front door shut, you waited a few seconds before creeping over to your living room curtains and peeking out. He was gone, like he wasn’t just walking down the street. As if he was never there to began with. Your heart was thumping in your chest, so you decided not to do anything else but go to bed, making sure to close your bedroom curtains.

Two weeks had gone by and every night you’d have the same dream, a beautiful black cat would sit in your yard and meow until you opened the door. That cat would turn into a very shirtless Juyeon, he would walk up to you until you were at arms length. He’d pull you into him and just when you thought he’d kiss you and give you the fucking of your life he would say “Here kitty kitty.” His voice would echo and a chill would run down your spin. You’d wake up in a cold sweat, aroused and needy, but no matter what you’d do, nothing would satisfy you making you give up in the end.

A fourth week had gone by and now you were just tired of it, it was indeed around two am. You had just had the same dream and this time you were so over it. Your cat was still asleep at the foot of your bed not fazed by the fact that you had jumped out of your sleep so hard you knocked over and the lap that sat on your nightstand. You huffed, you were aroused and angry. Hoping out of bed, you went to your window and pulled the curtains open. Looking down, you could see Juyeon standing on the street outside of your house.

Upset by the fact that he looked up at you and smirked, you grabbed your house coat. Not bothering to put on pants or a bra, your threw it on and rushed downstairs and out the front door, slamming it behind you. But when you reached the street, he was gone again. You looked around all the while cursing in your head, because how dare he play cat and mouse with you, especially the freaky kind. Knowing you can’t sleep thanks to him.

The sudden sound of the same meow from your dream hit your ears and you followed the sound to his door step. You knocked on the door and it opened by itself. You boldly walk inside, ignoring how dark it was, closing the door. You found a lamp and turned it on. Juyeon sat in an arm chair a few feet away from you, his sat back with his legs wide open and a smirk playing on his lips.

“You sir,” you huffed out very much annoyed, “are about to catch these hands! Stop playing games with me.”

He didn’t say anything, he just scoffed and snapped his fingers. A strong gust of wind blew through the house, you gripped at your house coat but it was no use. It was as if someone had snatched it off of you.

“Who says I’m playing games?” He asked mockingly.

With a frown you took the last few step to reach him, leaning down in front of him, you got in his face “stop haunting my dreams.” You demanded through gritted teeth.

“Say it.” He ordered, “all I’ll make it stop.”

“Say what?” You huffed grabbing him by his shirt collar.

“I like it rough.” He smirked, staring you down and biting his lip. His eyes glossing over you slowly.

You thought for a second and recalled what he had been saying all along “Here kitty kitty.” You said slowly.

He grinned showing sharp fangs before letting out a very realistic meow followed by the sound of purring emitting from him. He stood up and with the blink of an eye, he had you spread out on the floor, hovering over you. With one of his large hands making it’s way up your shirt. Your breath got caught in your throat when you finally felt his large hand cupping and squeezing your breast.

You looked up at him and watched his eyes turn from human to cat and back again all while glowing. The thin shirt you were wearing was ripped off in one quick motion, your bare chest was now on display.

Juyeon slowly licked from your stomach up to your chest, where he took one of your breast into his mouth. A soft hush moan left your parted lips and you sucked in yet another breath of air when you felt your underwear disappear, it was replaced by a large hand making it’s way to your clit, rubbing it. Your hands went into Juyeon’s hair causing him to look up at up, just as he pushed one of his long fingers into your pussy.

Your mouth opened to let out a moan, but he captured it in a kiss. You allowed his tongue to explore your mouth as he fingered your tight cunt, adding another finger he curved them hitting your spot and making your hip buck forward. You felt him smile and pull away from you, taking his heat and pleasure with him. You opened your eyes and he was gone.

“Here kitty kitty.” You heard him call out from somewhere in the house. You got up quickly and followed the sound, no way you were leaving without finishing. You had been dreaming and fantasizing about cumming on his dick and tonight, you were going to do just that.

You found him, in one of the dark hallways with his back to you, he was now completely naked. You rushed forward and turned around and grabbed you. He lifted you up against the wall, his lips crashed into yours like a wreck as your wrapped your hands around his neck. The pictures that were on the wall began to fall but you both ignored it. Both of you now playing tug a war with your tongues down each other throat.

The sound of purring still coming from him as he pulled away, his eyes now cat like stared back at you in the dark hallway. You narrowed your eyes, trying to think just a little but it was no use. You felt him enter your pussy slowly, he was big. The biggest you’d ever taken and he knew that, what you didn’t know was that he had been watching you for a very very long time, over two years maybe. He was waiting for the right moment approach you and stack his claim on you. I mean it was sort of your fault, you were the one who got dumped in front of him, but even in your moment of hurt, you fed the ‘stray’ black cat and talked about your feelings and thoughts to him. Not knowing he was a shapeshifter and that he had grown to like you in that short period of time.

He watched as your face scrunched up in both pain and pleasure, an animalistic low growl came from him when you closed your eyes. You opened them when you felt him began to thrust into you slowly, he kissed you softly and increased his speed slowly. The sound of your breathy moans and your body’s hitting the walls filled the moon lit hallway.

He pounded you faster and you cried out, your wall clenching around him, and your legs becoming weak. You held onto him as tightly as you could, you were getting fucked out. He pulled away from you, looking you in the eyes he smirked and your arms dropped to your sides, when you felt him go deeper into your pussy, you couldn’t take him. His stepped away from the wall and pounded into you harder while holding you up.

“Please, please.” You begged for the release you felt coming with each deep thrust.

One, two three. You shivered, hard and let out a loud moanful cry of ecstasy. He groaned “so tight kitty like.”

You were weak now, only seeing stars, but you felt him pull out of you and bend you over the table in the hallway that sat in front of a mirror. You managed to look up into the mirror, you were unable to see yourself but you could see Juyeon. He stroked his cock a few times before slowly shoving his dick back into your pussy. You let out a whimpering moan, looking at Juyeon through the mirror you saw him open his mouth and low growl came out.

Juyeon wrapped his arms around your waste and began pounding you roughly, his big cock fulling you up and causing you to cry out in pleasure. He leaned forward, his breathing now be heard in your ear “fuck so hot and tight,” he rammed into you as he spoke each word, “look at how fucked out you are kitten,” he grabbed your you by your hair, making you look in the mirror at yourself, “this is my pussy now,” you nodded unable to form words, you legs shook as yet another orgasm washed over you, you looked up at Juyeon’s face in the mirror. His thrusts now becoming slow, hard and deep. He growled and abruptly rammed his dick in a few more times his dick pulsing inside of you before spilling his thick load deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out orgasming for the third time, Juyeon thrusted into slowly riding out your last orgasm. The only thing that could be heard was both of your heavy breathing. You couldn’t quite see anything as you looked up in the mirror at Juyeon as he was pulling out, you could’ve sworn you saw a tail behind him.

Your body felt light and fuzzy, you where weak but you used your last bit of strength to turn around and look at Juyeon fully. He was purring loudly, he had whiskers and cat ear now, you looked into his eyes, just as a passing cars headlights shined into the hallway. His eyes were indeed that of a cats, you let out a soft gasp, he was unaware of his sudden change of appearance, too wrapped up in his own joy of claiming you.

You took a small step back, and looked beside you, a light switch. You quickly flipped it on bringing Juyeon back to from whatever cloud he was on. His eyes quickly catching his appearance in the mirror he just fucked you in front of. He covered his face with his hands and took a step to walk away.

You reached out to him and attempted to follow him, inevitably falling to the door because of how weak your legs were “Stop!” You yelled out making him freeze, “don’t take another step until you explain what the fuck is going on.”

He sighed his shoulders dropping as he did so, he knew better than to get caught like this. He disappeared into one of the rooms, the sound of him rummaging through drawers filled the air and returned wearing shorts and carrying a large shirt.

Juyeon put the shirt on you gently, all the while doing his damn best to not look you in the eyes. You were okay with that, because you were too busy looking at his ears and tail, you thought things like this only existed in comic books and anime.

Once he was done, he picked you up and carried you into his bedroom and sat you on the bed, he took a step away from the bed still not looking you in the eyes.

“Start from the beginning.” You demanded.

“Y/n,” he called your name as a small catlike whine left his lips, “please don’t hate me.”

“Uh, okay,” you deadpanned looking at him, “if anything, I’m confused. I just let a hot guy fuck me stupid and now he’s turning into a fucking cat. I just want answers.” It was quiet for a minute, “look man,” you started again, no you weren’t upset, you were confused and shocked though, “at least give me a choice as to what I want to do. Like come on bro, spill already, why would I be mad when I finally got my back blowed in after over a year.”

Juyeon sighed again and finally looked at you. He told you the whole thing, from the day you cried your eyes out after being dumped, all while feeding him wet cat food, that he thought tasted horrible but he ate it to make you happy. To how he followed you and watched your very move ever since, he told everything, even how he got your cat to act the way she was acting the night they finally met.

You stared at him, your cheeks were red, embarrassed, shocked and well played is how you felt. Unable to believe to told a random cat on the street your deepest secrets, only to find out he could shapeshift. Your mouth hung open as you gawked at him in disbelief, you blinked rapidly and shook your head.

“I can’t believe this shit.” You mumbled, “I legit let a hot shapeshifting cat man drive me crazy for a whole month and then I let him fuck me like a complete slut.” You sighed and rested your head in your head for a moment, “Juyeon,” you called his name before left in your head up, “I’ll admit it, yes you are hot. I like you too, but, but,” you searched for words, “why did you decide to do me first and skip the whole dating part?”

“I always caught you with your toys, I wasn’t trying to watch,” he threw his hands up in defense, “but you masturbate every ni-”

“Okay,” you stopped him, “I got it,” you fell back into the bed, now realizing how soft it was, he was indeed a cat, “I’m tired,” you commented waving you hand for him to come over, he did after a few seconds had passed, “let’s go to sleep.” You recommended.

“Does that mean you don’t mind me for what I am?” He asked his tail wagging as he talked.

“It’s a little too late for me to actually care about that,” you huffed crawling under the dark blue covers of on the large bed. He followed suit, “just be honest from now on.”

He grinned and room filled with his purring as he followed suit and wrapped an arm around you “one question,” you said after a a moment, “why did you make me say, here kitty kitty?” You asked out of pure curiosity.

“Oh, because it’s fun teasing humans,” he purred out “and because I really wanted to hear you say it.”

“Say what!” You yelled out looking at him in disarray, he ignored you and closed his eyes, like he didn’t say what he just said, “you really do have cat traits.” You huffed and closed your eyes.

Letting sleep began to consume you, you closed your eyes and just as you were beginning to dream you could’ve sworn you heard Juyeon say “here kitty kitty.”

You chose to ignore it, as drifting off completely to a peaceful sleep, for the first time in a while

[juyeonszn]

POISON IN MY MIND

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.54k

GENRES smut ﹒ some angst (but very little)

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, ceo/ceo’s son!hyunjae, assistant!reader, power play tbh, hyunjae is an asshole (for what he thinks is good reason), another jacob bae appearance, juyeon is also mentioned, there’s a rain scene bc i love my rain scenes <3, hyunjae is a stupid idiot, making out (aggressively), nipple play, no foreplay lol, unprotected sex, sex on a desk x2 — but one is missionary & one is doggy? style?, overstimulation, degradation, brat taming?, creampie lol, the aftercare is there i promise

SUMMARY who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss?

MORE HELLAURRRRR FAWNTOBER DAY 4!!! im hoping i have no delays with the rest of the fics but idk bc the burnout is starting to kick in….. someone pls help…. it’s bc my brain is making me write more than i planned 😭 anyways! pls reblog if u enjoyed!

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

“Look at you, rutting against me like a fucking bitch in heat,” Hyunjae growls, lips beside your ear as he pounds into you from behind, your hair wrapped tightly around his fist. “Thought you hated me, sweetheart.”

“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”

Okay, let’s rewind for a bit of context.

Truly, you hated Lee Hyunjae. He was such a pretentious prick, always dead set on being right about everything. He couldn’t stand those who he felt were inferior to him, those who he thought were incompetent. If he felt you couldn’t do your job to his standards, he’d fire you on the spot.

Despite not being the CEO of the company himself, he practically carried all of the perks that came with the position. That was only because he was the actual CEO’s son and the future heir to the conglomerate his father owned.

You had the unfortunate pleasure of being his assistant, tied to doing his bidding until your contract with the company timed out. You originally applied for the job for two reasons. The first was due to the fact that you genuinely loved the initial purpose pushed forward by the CEO. He shared a lot of similar ideals with you and had spectacular visions for bettering the business world. The second was because at the time of your application, you wanted to be the CEO’s assistant. And that was what you’d gotten hired for.

It paid more than well enough and it was your dream job. You loved what you did for at least the first year and a half. Until he announced that he’d be retiring within the next couple years and his son would be taking over as a form of practice for being in charge when he inherited the entire conglomerate.

You’d never met him in person before, only hearing the high praises Mr. Lee had for his precious son. So on his first day, you had extremely raised expectations for the male. You dressed your best (not that you didn’t put effort in before) and put on your sweetest personality, wanting to make a good impression on your new boss.

Imagine the disappointment you felt when you realized he was nothing but an entitled asshole.

He made you feel stupid, as if you didn’t know how to do your own job. What started as sitting in on important meetings and going over different documents with Mr. Lee, turned into running errands for Hyunjae and cleaning up his messes. If you weren’t out buying his coffee or grabbing his dry cleaning, you were sorting his paperwork for him and making sure he was prepared for his upcoming conferences, as if he wasn’t capable of doing so himself. You felt like a fucking babysitter rather than an assistant; like an errand boy rather than an employee.

You were so incredibly tired and it had only been four months. A few, tortuous months of you being treated like you hadn’t already given an arm and a leg for this company. Half of you wanted to just throw in the towel, rip up the damn contract right in front of the fucker and walk out of those gold plated double doors for good.

“Just push through, Y/N,” Jacob sighs over the video call. “Your contract ends at the end of the year, and if you still feel like quitting, then that’s that. You don’t have to worry about renewing or trying to reinstate your job.”

You were on your lunch break, holed away in one of the many unused conference rooms on the top floor. Hyunjae was being extra irritating today and if you didn’t speak with a voice of reason, you thought you’d make a drastic decision that would alter the course of your life forever. Whether that was tossing your employee contract in the shredder, or committing premeditated murder, the world may never know. Shout out to Jacob Bae.

“What if I push him out of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office? I could make it look like an accident. Everyone would probably rejoice instead of mourning him, because we would all be so much happier.” You throw the back of your hand over your forehead. Well, that answers that.

“You’re not killing anyone. If you got caught, you wouldn’t look good in a prison jumpsuit. Orange isn’t your color.” Jacob shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully.

You gasp scandalously, sitting upright to gape at him. “What the hell? Yes, I so would! I would make that prison jumpsuit my bitch—“

Someone clears their throat behind you, causing you to flinch, whipping around in your swivel chair to find the culprit. When it’s none other than Lee Hyunjae staring back at you, you feel like your life has just flashed before your eyes. You wonder just how much of that conversation he heard before making his presence known.

“Um, Cobie, I’m gonna have to call you back…” You don’t allow your friend time to respond, ending the call before he can incriminate you more than you already have.

Hyunjae leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his absurdly broad chest. Did this guy have to wear the tightest dress shirts possible? Maybe it was time for him to update his wardrobe. You tuck your hair behind your ear, slowly standing up from the chair. His expression is unreadable, not that you ever had it easy when it came to understanding the many faces of Lee Hyunjae.

“Mr. Lee, what— uh— what can I do for you?” You ask with a slight waver in your tone. So much for not incriminating yourself. He purses his lips, taking a step closer to you.

“Juyeon can no longer accompany me on the trip to Tokyo next week. Which means you’re second on the totem pole,” he says simply, loosening his tie. “Better pack your bags, ‘cause I’m not taking no for an answer.”

This was horrible.

You were mentally cursing Lee Juyeon over and over. Why did he have to back out at the last minute? This was the one part of the job that you couldn’t allow yourself to do. You’d much rather drive in circles around Seoul and grab iced Americanos than be in a completely different country, with no other company aside from Lee Hyunjae himself.

When he gave you your demise, you immediately tried to get out of it. Your excuse was valid; you didn’t have a passport and that’s kind of essential when traveling to another country. But even then, it wasn’t enough to get you out of this predicament. Being the rich, influential man he was, Hyunjae had your passport expedited and sent to your mailbox within a couple days. You gave up after that.

There was nothing he couldn’t do.

Except maybe being tolerable. You think that was most likely his only fault. He could’ve been the complete package had he mastered the art of bedside manner. His father was one of the kindest, selfless men you’d ever met. You were often curious why those same traits didn’t translate to his son. Then again, he had probably been raised as a spoiled brat who got everything his heart desired.

To make matters worse, you had one of those suites with a Jack and Jill bathroom, meaning he could enter yours without difficulty if he wanted. You supposed that was because the rooms were reserved with him and Juyeon in mind. Perhaps the case would be different if you were the first pick for this trip.

You let out a deep exhale, waiting outside of the conference room that Hyunjae was currently in. This was meeting number seven, and the last of the day before you could finally go back to the hotel and relax. You’d be flying back to South Korea the following day on the Lees’ private jet. All of your time in Japan had been spent both sitting in and sitting out of board meetings, so much talk about business plans that you felt dizzy.

All you yearned for was a nice warm bath and some room service, wanting to call it an early night because of your flight in the morning. You were exhausted, eyes growing heavier and heavier the longer Hyunjae sat in that room full of old men that came from bloodlines of money. Even though it was your job to be here, you felt so out of place. There were moments you found yourself contemplating your career path. You were surrounded by people who could just sign a check to get rid of their life problems. That wasn’t you.

Before you can fall down a rabbit hole, the door to the conference room is swinging open and Hyunjae is storming out, some of the other board members calling after him. Your eyes widen and your eyebrows furrow, your body springing up to follow after him. Wearing some flats instead of heels was probably the smartest choice you’d made today, making it less of a struggle to chase after your boss.

“Mr. Lee!” You cup a hand around your mouth, trailing him like a lost puppy to the elevator. It closes before you can get on and you groan, running a hand through your hair frustratedly. As you wait for the next one down, you call the driver so the car is waiting out front. According to the recent weather notification on your phone, it was pouring outside.

The elevator dings when it arrives back at the floor you were on and you hurry to get on, pressing the lobby level aggressively in hopes it would move faster. Even the soothing music playing over the speakers isn’t enough to calm your nerves, picking at your nails as the numbers transition to the corresponding floors you pass. This was one of the numerous occasions you wished your boss wasn’t so impulsive. What did they even say to him in that meeting to cause such a reaction?

The doors open and you’re rushing out, frantically searching for Hyunjae in the lobby. You spot the driver parked under the carport, waiting. Your feet carry you to the car, knocking on the window to get his attention. He rolls it down with a confused look.

“Have you seen Mr. Lee?” You ask, a bit winded by all of the running you’d been doing.

“I thought I saw him walk that way,” he points ahead, though it hardly answers your question. “I didn’t realize you weren’t with him.”

Just fucking peachy. He was making you chase him into the rain now? You needed a pay raise.

Thankfully, it’s a breeze to spot him, since he’s the only person in the crowd without an umbrella. You pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing yourself to walk out into the cold rain, weaving through pedestrians to get to him faster. He’s not much further from you, but you’d rather drag his ass back to the car sooner rather than later, the precipitation seeping through your dress shirt and pants, chilling you to the bone.

“Mr. Lee!”

You reach for his wrist and wrap your fingers around it, yanking slightly to yield his focus. He turns around with hardened features, but they soften just enough for you to notice when he realizes that it’s you. Your lips form a flat line, eyelashes coated with a mixture of mascara and rain water, obscuring your vision.

“I don’t know what happened in there, but I don’t have it in me to ask. Please, can we just go back to the hotel?” You ask almost desperately, teeth beginning to chatter. He frowns, but nods nonetheless, letting you pull him to the safety of the carport— where you’re free from the unrelenting pelts against your body— and into the car.

You don’t say anything the whole drive to the hotel you’re staying at, biting your tongue because you were afraid you might blow up on him over his stupidity and get yourself fired. Your bottom lip quivers and you hug yourself for warmth, the car’s heater failing to bring back the color in your cheeks. In spite of hating nearly everything about him, you thought the one good thing Hyunjae had going for him was his wits. He might’ve been stuck up, but he was smart as hell. Except right now. In your books, he was the biggest idiot in the history of idiots.

The silence continues even after you’ve arrived at your hotel, shadowing you into the elevator and to your respective rooms. You don’t acknowledge him, unlocking your suite and entering to avoid any conversation. The remainder of your energy for the day was used when you were attempting to save him from getting fucking hypothermia.

You stand in the shower until your fingers have pruned, resting your forehead against the frosted glass as the scorching water battered your back, easing the tension in your muscles. While changing into your pajamas, your phone buzzes with a text message.

[9:23pm] mr. lee (DNI): i don’t know if u’ve eaten already, but i ordered a lot of food if u’d like to have some of it.

[9:24pm] mr. lee (DNI): left my bathroom door unlocked so u can just let urself in

Your lips purse as you mull over his offer. It wasn’t exactly an olive branch, but even if it was, you wouldn’t take it as such. You had too much pride for that. Instead you viewed this as him just feeling guilty for having you pursue him in the rain. That was definitely not in your job description. Perhaps he wasn’t as heartless as he made himself out to be, and he just didn’t know how to extend an apology without being awkward about it.

Reluctantly, you give in.

[9:27pm] you: sure. be right there

You slide your feet into your slippers and shuffle through the four doors between the two of you that lead to his suite. It takes everything in you to not visibly react to the difference between your rooms. His is so much more spacious, with enough room for a table and couches, aside from the usual desk. Even he looks expensive, a silk pajama set adorning his body— the first few buttons undone to give you a glimpse of his chest, though it hardly leaves room for the imagination.

Hyunjae sits at the table, various sushi roll platters in front of him. He holds up his chopsticks as he scrolls through his phone mindlessly, glancing up when your slippers shuffle against the floor. He takes in your appearance as quickly as he can without making it obvious, the corner of his lips curling up when he sees the teddy bears on your feet.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d come,” he starts after a few minutes of eating in an awkward quietness. “Not just here, to my room, but on the trip in general. I thought you’d put up a bigger fight to get out of it.”

“It’s part of my job, Mr. Lee.” You say flatly, taking away as much emotion from the statement as you could to avoid getting in an unnecessary argument.

“We’re not at work and it’s outside of working hours, Y/N. You can call me Hyunjae.” He tries to meet your eyes but they���re focused on picking at the skin around your nails, legs criss-crossed on your seat.

“Why do you go by Hyunjae?” You decide to ask, glancing up at him finally. “Your dad said your birth name was Jaehyun.”

“I don’t remember when exactly it was, but when I was in grade school, a classmate called me Hyunjae by accident and it just stuck. I’ve never really liked the name Jaehyun, if I’m being honest. It was a common name, and well, you of all people should know that I’m all about my individuality.” He leans back in his chair a bit, folding his arms over his chest. You ignore how it makes his pectorals squish together. God, you were no better than man…

“Is that why you’re nothing like your father?” You don’t mean to say that out loud. The thought popped into your head, as it always does, and for some reason this time it just shimmies its way through your mouth. You press your lips together, shifting uncomfortably at the sudden tension that arises in the room.

“I’m well aware of what you think of me, Y/N,” he chides, tapping his fingers against his biceps. “You may think you’re good at hiding it, but I’m very perceptive. And I also overheard that conversation with your friend— the one where you were plotting my assassination and whatnot.”

“Are you open to rebuttal?” Perhaps you should just stop talking, maybe pause the hole you were digging yourself into. Did you want to keep your job? Sure this was all off the record, but be fucking for real, it was Hyunjae you were speaking with.

He shrugs. “Shoot. Let’s hear it.”

“You’re kind of a narcissist,” you kick off strong, hitting him right where you think it may hurt. “You don’t take in the consideration of others, and you always have to be correct. If someone even slightly disagrees with you, you lose your shit. You’re condescending, you’re a perfectionist, you’re hot headed, and after the stunt you pulled today, you’ve exhibited that you’re also really fucking irrational. I’ve done so much in the time I’ve been with the company prior to you, I’ve given so much of myself for the improvement that your father was aiming for and you took all that hard work and crushed it between your fingers, just to have me running around like I’m your maid.”

Hyunjae wears an amused smirk on his lips, like he couldn’t be bothered with your grievances. Your eye practically twitches, irritation boiling up like water ready for a pasta dinner. You stab your chopsticks into a piece of sushi with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re cute when you get worked up,” he hums, carding a hand through his hair. “I almost want to keep my thoughts to myself.”

You choke on your saliva, smacking yourself on the chest to regain control of your breathing. Whatever you were expecting him to say wasn’t that. Should he even be calling you that? He was your boss. Not just that, but you sort of hated everything there was to hate about him. The tiny compliment shouldn’t make both of your heartbeats quicken.

“W-What are you talking about?”

Hyunjae stands from his chair, walking around the table to sit on the edge of the desk in the room, not much further away but enough distance to keep you calm. He rolls his neck, scratching at the nape to relieve some of the awkwardness seeping into the suite. “My father has done nothing but sing your praises since he hired you. I know how capable you are of this job, Y/N. I know that you’ve accomplished more than individuals who have been with the company even longer than you. Trust me, I know.”

“Then why do you discard me the way you do? Why do you treat me like I don’t know what I’m doing?” This time you don’t stop the emotions from creeping beneath your words, your voice cracking just slightly. If Hyunjae heard, he makes no effort to show it.

“Because, I had to keep myself as far from you as possible,” he admits, finally making eye contact. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I was fucked. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you and as your boss, I couldn’t do that. As my father’s son, I couldn’t do that. So I resorted to the next best thing, making you hate me and having you do shitty side tasks to separate myself from you. I thought, ‘If she thinks I’m the worst boss ever, she’ll want nothing to do with me’. And that’s exactly what my goal was. But now you’re here in Tokyo, alone with me in my hotel room and I’m starting to rethink that decision.”

You stare at him— mouth agape, heart in your throat. Once upon a time, you believed Lee Hyunjae was one of the brightest, smartest businessmen of your generation. It seemed that he just wanted to go and prove you wrong on that today, in multiple instances. How could someone be so fucking stupid? You were genuinely curious what went through his head.

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoff, a laugh devoid of humor sneaking in along with it as you stand from your own chair. “Actually unbelievable. What made you think that was a good idea? You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be in this position because you didn’t think you could keep it in your pants around me?”

And just as you’re about to leave, he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you. You were getting a weird sense of déjà vu. He pulls you into his chest, your body sandwiched between his legs as he holds you close to him. Your eyes are wide and your lips are parted. (Though you don’t know if it’s out of shock, sudden arousal, or both.)

In this proximity, you can see every small detail of his face. From the freckle on the bridge of his nose to the thick eyelashes framing dark eyes to the softness of his lips. You’ve never had the opportunity to properly look at Hyunjae, always too pissed off to even be within ten feet of him. But standing here— face-to-face, eye-to-eye— you’re starting to wish the object of your hatred and many complaints wasn't so handsome.

“If you push me away now, I’ll leave you alone forever,” he breathes, hands fisting the material of your pajama top, as if that would ground him. “If you tell me there’s absolutely no possibility of you wanting me back, I’ll let you go back to your room like none of this happened.”

You don’t respond. The words are right there. They’re perched on the tip of your tongue, just anticipating to climb out of your mouth and put him in his place. It’s been months of constantly feeling like you were meaningless to the company you’ve given so many sleepless nights to— months of second guessing just how much you’ve actually contributed. But with one glance down to your lips with eyes resembling the night sky, Hyunjae has managed to wipe all of that from your memory.

So instead of turning around— instead of walking through the four doors that divide your hotel rooms— you stay planted between his thighs, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling his lips onto your own.

He groans into the kiss, tightening his grip on your shirt and bringing you closer to him. You feel him against your stomach, hard and ready for you, ready for any contact you’re willing to give him. It’s so much and too little at the same time, fingers slipping beneath your top and searing your skin.

He nips at your bottom lip, as if asking for permission to permeate your mouth with his tongue. You welcome the wet muscle with gratitude, moaning when it tangles with yours. The blunt edges of his nails dig into your lower back when the sound hits his ears. You tug at the hairs on the base of his neck, one hand sliding down the front of his body to feel him up.

Through the thin silk of his pajamas you can make out the outline of his sculpted torso. If Hyunjae was more coherent and less intoxicated by your lips on his, he’d tease you for your desperation. But because he's neither of those, he, too, finds himself clawing at every bit of fabric of your clothing he can, longing to touch anything he can get his hands on. You feel drunk, and you wonder if he makes you feel like this with his lips alone, what else can he do?

The straps of your top fall off your shoulders the longer you stand there, making out like it was second nature to both of you. When you take a step back to catch your breath, lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of both yours and his saliva. Your chests are heaving up and down, foreheads resting on the other’s.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Hyunjae rasps, pushing your straps further down your arms. You whine, connecting your mouths again. This was embarrassing enough, you didn’t want to have to say the words out loud. Saying it out loud made this real, and you didn’t want to accept the fact that you were about to fuck your boss.

He chuckles against your lips, undoing the buttons of his shirt without parting from your kiss. You help him toss it somewhere in the room, your hands groping his arms and squeezing his biceps. He spins the two of you around so you’re the one with the edge of the desk on your back. His arms hook under your thighs, placing you on the surface so it’s less strain on his neck as he leans down.

You instinctively spread your legs to make room for him, throwing your head back with a drawn out sigh when he presses two fingers to your core. Even with your panties and your flimsy pajama shorts in the way, the pressure relieves some of the ache you feel in your gut. Your top slips off enough that your bare breasts are now on full display for Hyunjae. He keeps circling your clit through your clothes, mouth enveloping one of your peaked nipples and tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

“C-Can’t hold on anymore,” you whimper. “Need to cum on your cock.”

Something shifts in Hyunjae when he hears you beg. You’d always been so set in stone when it came to standing your ground, so for you to surrender yourself to him, in spite of reiterating how much you despise him, it did a number on his sanity. You have no idea what you’ve just done to him.

“No foreplay? Think you can handle it, sweetheart?” He goads, but his fingers dip into the waistband of both your underwear and your shorts to pull them down your legs anyway.

“You’re talking a whole lot for someone who’s still wearing their pants.” You bite back, but almost immediately retract your words when he rids them, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. No fucking wonder you could feel him so much.

He’s huge, like so huge you kind of regret skipping the foreplay. But it was too late to go back now, your pride as big as his dick. One of your hands reaches to wrap around his length, your teeth finding purchase on your lip as you stroke him gently. Every pulse and every vein beneath your touch has you curling your toes in excitement. He hisses when your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the precum that’s formed there.

Hyunjae drags you closer to the edge, prying your legs wider so he fits perfectly between them. You guide him to your entrance, a moan ripping from your throat when he presses into you. He’s not even fully sheathed inside of you, but the stretch is so fucking delicious, stinging just enough that it provides pleasure rather than pain. He pulls out to drive back in and repeats, a little deeper each time he does.

When he bottoms out, his hips snap into yours, large hands keeping your thighs apart as he begins to thrust into you. His cock is snug within your warm walls, kissing so deep inside that you start to see stars well before the coil in your abdomen has begun to wind up. The noises leaving your mouth are insane, loud and echoing throughout the hotel room. It made shame bubble up in your chest, because why couldn’t your detestation overpower the urge to crumble at his fingertips?

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hyunjae groans, eyes concentrated on where his cock slips in and out of you. “You needed this, huh? Needed me to fuck you real good? Like a filthy slut?”

You’ve never thought you’d be into degradation. In fact, a man calling you demeaning names actually pissed you off. So you felt like you’d end up picking a fight if ever in the situation where someone tried to degrade you. However, the words falling from Hyunjae’s lips have the opposite effect on you. They have you clenching around him and mewling like a goddamn pornstar.

His pace is relentless, inching you closer and closer to your breaking point. He lays you flat on the desk, one hand gripping your hip and the other sneaking to your clit. His thumb rubs ovular motions into the engorged skin, his body folding over yours to capture your lips with his. He swallows your cries when your climax washes over you suddenly, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Hyunjae pulls out before he can follow suit, flipping you onto your stomach like you were a fucking pancake. He bends you over the edge of the desk as his thumb continues to circle your clit slowly, languidly just to ride out your high. He propels forward, his dick still so hard as it breaches your hole once again. He curses, extra sensitive after depriving himself of his own orgasm.

You push back on him, wanting to feel him even deeper. Your whole body burns beneath him, his chest slick with sweat as it presses you flat to the desk. You need him everywhere, God you want him everywhere. It’s not enough to have him buried inside of you. You need to be one with him; one body, one mind, one soul. You need him filling your senses— blinding your sight, obstructing your scent, stealing your touch, invading your taste, muting your hearing.

Okay, now let’s resume.

“Look at you, rutting against me like a fucking bitch in heat,” Hyunjae growls, lips beside your ear as he pounds into you from behind, your hair wrapped tightly around his fist. “Thought you hated me, sweetheart.”

“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you do. You hate me so much, yet you want me to fuck you full of my cum, don’t you? Gonna let me finish inside you?” His voice is exerted, and you can tell he’s close. But you are too, so you’re not above pleading for your sweet release. Not when it rewards you so well.

“Mhm,” you whimper, cheek smushed to the surface under you. “Please, Jae… Need it so— oh my god— need it s-o bad.”

Hyunjae hikes one of your knees onto the desk, allowing him to plunge extensively. Your clit bumps the edge, that coil in your stomach fracturing little by little until it’s busted completely and you’re a babbling, incomprehensible mess. The sight of you fucked absolutely stupid tips Hyunjae into his own spiral, painting your velvety walls with thick ropes of his cum. He lets his forehead fall on your shoulder, rocking into you with delayed groans as he spills all he has to offer you. It’s so much that even his cock plugging you up isn’t sufficient to keep it from dribbling along your thighs.

You’re both too winded to move, much less fathom what just happened. You feel him panting on your back, eyes shut as you also attempt to regain your bearings. Where the hell do you go from here?

“H-Hyunjae…” You wince when he stirs inside of you. “Can— uh— can you pull out?”

He grunts as he carefully does what you’ve asked, running a hand down his face when more of his release trickles out of you. He knew you couldn’t afford another round. Just by looking at you he can see how spent you are. What you needed was another bath and some good rest. Without skipping a beat, he reaches out to tuck some strands of your hair that were stuck to your face behind your ear, wiping away the sweat that glued itself there.

“We have a lot to talk about,” he says, grasping your hands and caressing the backs with his thumbs. “But that can wait until tomorrow. For now, just let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay.” You agree, tone no more voluminous than a whisper.

You did have a lot to discuss pertaining to tonight, but that wasn’t a priority at the moment. Who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss? All you could focus on was how gentle his fingers were as he washed your body for you, massaging your muscles so delicately you might as well have melted in the palms of his hands. And all you could pay attention to was the hushed sound of his voice as he kissed your temple and lulled you to sleep, within the comfort of his arms.

Yeah. You could revisit the whole Lee Hyunjae hatred train another day.

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[capaimagines]

lee juyeon - by your side - prologue

Pairing: Mafia leader!Lee Juyeon x Reader & The Boyz x Reader | Genre: angst, fluff, mafia, suggestive, smut (will be stated clearly in which part) | Warnings: mafia related themes, violence, swearing, mentions of abuse, smut, blood, stalking behavior, possessiveness | WC: 1.4k

|| prologue || part one || part two || part three || part four || epilogue ||

When you first moved away from home to attend the college of your dreams, you hadn’t expected it to be as difficult as it was. On top of all of the course work, you had to scrounge around for a job to help pay for your tuition, as well as the required textbooks and additional add ons on top of that. Thankfully, you had been accepted to live at the college dorms provided and while it was nice not having to worry so much about paying bills at the time, it added to your tuition and you needed to be able to get by every day. It took a long, few months to get going, but you finally found a job at a small café just a few minutes’ walk from your college campus.

Of course, it didn’t pay the best, but it paid enough for you not to fall behind on tuition payments and buy yourself groceries each week. Plus, who doesn’t love being able to get free coffee? It was a job meant for college students and the owner was very sweet about letting the employees’ study or work on coursework as long as business was slow and the tasks that needed to be done were complete. While working, there was a regular that would come in every afternoon. You had his order memorized after the first two weeks and to top it off, he had the brightest smile and the most gorgeous chocolate brown eyes you had ever seen. He was polite and sweet and you could have sworn there were a few times where he was flirting with you. You only knew him as Seojoon, but that was enough for you to develop a little school-girl crush on him.

Eventually, you two had grown closer and he had become a close friend to you, someone who you’d rely on quite frequently. He’d wait until your shift was over and walk back to your dorm, bring you snacks when you were having a particularly rough day just to cheer you up. You were surprised when you found out he attended the same college and was studying the same major as you: psychology. That seemed to only draw you two closer together. That eventually led to more hanging out and then, dating. 

Seojoon was your first ever real boyfriend so you were a little awkward at first on how to act. There would be some fights and sometimes he would call you not-so-nice names, but he always brought you flowers after he had calmed down and apologized profusely. It was your first relationship so to you, this was what you thought was normal, like all relationships were, rocky at the beginning.

Then things went from bad to worse in almost the blink of an eye. You quickly realized that Seojoon was extremely possessive and jealous, especially when it came to your other male friends. He would insist that you were cheating on him or doing something behind his back. He’d somehow find a way to just ‘wind up’ where you were hanging out with your friends. It felt like he had eyes on you all the time.

He constantly argued with you that you would always be hanging out with your friends and not his, but you would counter that his friends didn’t look like the nicest people. They were bulky and stoic and honestly, you felt a little intimidated just looking at them. All-in-all, you two were arguing more and more and he was becoming more and more controlling. You also knew he was keeping secrets, many of them.

He never told you how he made his living or where he would go at odd hours of the night. You didn’t dare ask or accuse him of playing around behind your back because honestly, you didn’t want the argument, but there were a few times when he would come to your dorm with a split lip or bruised cheek. The one time you had made the decision to ask him, he hadn’t hesitated to throw his fist into your cheek. That was your queue to keep quiet. He would always find some excuse that seemed reasonable to you but you did start to question it. 

You never questioned him about it again.

One night, you decided you wanted to surprise him at his apartment, like the good girlfriend you were. You two had been fighting a lot more lately and you had a night off and just wanted to be with him. To try and go back to the way things were the first few months you were dating. What you didn’t expect when you walked in was to see Seojoon half-naked, on top of some girl you had never seen before in the bed you shared together. You gasped loudly and that caused Seojoon to sit up and look at you.

The girl had pushed him off, grabbing her clothing and scurrying out of the apartment. What surprised you even more was that Seojoon didn’t even look like he felt the least bit guilty. He actually looked angry that you had caught him in the act.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Did I tell you that you could come here?” He spat at you and you only glared at him. You were hurt, upset, confused and angry.  

“What am I doing?” You scoffed with a laugh, “What the fuck are you doing?! Is this what you do every night you go out? Fuck some random girl who will drop everything for you? I knew it, you’re an absolute scum!”

That set him over the edge and next thing you knew you were pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He was squeezing so harshly that you could barely breathe, “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that again, bitch,” He actually spat at you, smacking your cheek. You had never seen him like that before and it terrified you. There was nothing but pure hatred and rage in his once warm, chocolate eyes.

It all went downhill from there. He had people watching your every move of the day. Anything you did was reported back to him. If he was angry, he took it out on you. What started as name-calling early on quickly turned into a punch here or there almost every night. A smack across the face or gripping your arms so hard that it would leave bruises of his fingertips. You were terrified and alone. You didn’t know what to do, so you just put up with it and took all you got.

After months of feeling pathetic, depressed, and terrified you couldn’t do it anymore. You needed to get away. So, you tried to. You packed your bags, gave notice to your college that you were no longer going to be attending classes there and bought yourself a train ticket back home. You needed to start over. However, that didn’t sit well with Seojoon. When you had gone to his hang out cabin to pick up your things, he was livid, absolutely fuming.

“You think you can just leave like that?” He hissed and you gulped, feeling yourself start to tremble.  

“I’m done, Seojoon. I don’t want this anymore,” You cried, gesturing towards the two of you, “I’m leaving, so please, just let me go,” You hated how pathetic and weak you sounded.  

He smacked you across the face as you felt his anger boil, the grip he had on your bicep tightened by the second, “You don’t get to decide that,” Something in you told you to fight back and before you could stop yourself, you had landed a punch to his face. He looked shocked and you were equally as shocked. Though his shock was quickly replaced with a look of rage, whilst yours was fear. You weren’t coming out of this one alive.

In the midst of one of the worst beatings he had ever given you, your body limp on the floor as your shirt was ripped and you had blood across your face, you heard an unfamiliar voice. Low and deadly. Filled with as much rage as your boyfriend seemed to show.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A new voice made a sudden appearance and he wasn’t happening at what he was seeing in front of him.

[t3kandson]

Finest Creation

Wordcount; 1,780

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Eric & Reader X Kim Younghoon

Characters; Sohn Eric, Kim Younghoon, Lee Sangyeon, Lee Juyeon, Lee Hyunjae, Kim Sunwoo, Moon Kevin, Bae Jacob, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin & Ju Haknyeon

Warning; angst, smut, mention but not descriptive Sex, Degrading terms, Murder, Blood, Blood Sucking, Fire and Graves.

Notes; chapter 10/14 of Part Three

Earlier Chapter & Parts found here.

You ran from them all, it was too much, they was a constant memory of Y/N and you needed to run as far away as you could. You knew what Younghoon said was true, Y/N had wasted her sacrifice on you. You was worthless, sobs threatened to break you, but you let it chase you as you ran. Sheltering in the day light and running during night had become thirsty work. You couldn’t find any vampire who even knew what blood capsules was, let alone had any. Your throat burned, flashbacks of your death flooded you, the pain in your stomach piercing, that you was sure you was dying. You realised you needed to drink blood to survive. You knew you would kill them so you looked around for someone that deserved death.

It didn’t take long before you found what you looked for, some heavy tattoo lass, plunging her fag into the body of a younger male. Her body laughing at his whimpers. “What’s up? do you want me to do it again you weak and Feeble man?” she mocked as she took a knife and plunged it into his chest, laughing as he struggled for breath. You rushed towards her in anger at her evilness and sunk your teeth into her throat, the blend of liquorice hitting you. You began to go Feral, you had been on capsules for so long.

The buzz from the high wasted no time crashing in to you, your head going fuzzy and everything looking white. You dropped her and fell to the floor on top of her thrashing from your fix.

When you woke you was In a darkened hut, your body smelling burnt. You glanced at your clothes, they had melted, sticking to your skin, you could smell you had burned. “No thank you?” you heard a chuckle from the side of the small dark room. “Who’s there?” you whispered. When the Flick of her lighter pressed revealing herself, it was the Girl you had suckled on, you could see she was a vampire. You placed your hand on your head feeling dazed and confused, you fed from her, how was she here? and looking healthy despite being just a few hours old? She hadn’t suckled any blood from you so how had she been turned? “Though maybe I should be thanking you,” she scoffed, “daddy,” she teased winking as she straddled you. You gulped under her as she leaned her body down on yours, your member being traitorous.

“Mmmmm Daddy’s excited, see who’s he awoke,” she said taking your hands to touch your growing arousal. She held your hand pressing down on your bulge, her mouth hovering near your neck with her fangs. She dragged them down your neck as you felt the blood drip down where her fangs had sliced you. She winked seductively at you as she licked the blood up. “Mmmmmmm you have a sweet taste,” she said as she bit into your neck briefly. “Mmmmmmm you taste fruity like a summer punch,” she said licking her lips. She licked the blood from your dripping neck with her tongue and slowly wiped it along your lips, “taste it yourself daddy,” she said digging her core against you. As if she controlled your body your mouth let her tongue invade.

You woke with her naked body draped over you. she looked wicked even in her sleep and you threw your head to the floor, you let her have sex with you. Your stomach screaming in pain, you felt like you had cheated on Y/N. You found your clothes and emerged to the cool breeze outside, taking comfort from the fresh air.

It wasn’t long before she was there in-front of you, still naked as you glanced around to see if their was any one about. “Hey your naked,” you scoffed pushing her back to the hut you had sheltered from the sunlight in. “And?” she giggled like some sort of school girl. “And people will see you,” you said pushing her into the shed once more. “Ok daddy,” she pouted seductively as she reluctantly remained in the darkened hut. “Will you stop calling me that,” you scoffed leaning against the door. She emerged minutes later fully dressed, “well you created me,” she said pressing her finger to your mouth and pressed it to her neck. You rolled your eyes soon realising you was left with a trouble maker newborn vampire that somehow you managed to create.

After all the girls you could have turned, it had to be someone like her, a murderous crazy person.

“What’s your name anyway?” you asked, “it’s Kwan, but you can call me your slutty princess,” she winked. “Really?” you scoffed rolling your eyes, “I won’t be calling you that,” you added.

Taming her was hard work, while you somehow created loads of vampires unintentionally as if they didn’t need your blood for their creation. Kwan took pleasure in her prey, toying with them watching their fear before taking their life. She reminded you a little like Juyeon, earning your fist to ball.

“So who’s this Y/N you cry about in your sleep?” she asked when you woke up from your slumber. Your body froze hearing her say her name. “She’s just someone I know,” you replied putting your clothes back on but she straddled you, “did you love her?” she pouted, “do you still love her?” she asked. “I don’t like being jealous so you need to get her name out of your pretty little mouth,” she said pressing her lips hard to yours.

You made sure to not fall asleep before her, so she couldn’t hear your dreams or cry’s. But she occasionally would mock you, telling you she knew. “Y/N don’t leave me,”, “Y/N I love you,” she would say screwing her face up and taking her anger out on her next victim. Her constant jealousy burning through got to you. when she mocked her when you woke one evening, and in bitterness, because you avoided her advanced told you, “it was good Y/N was dead, or I would had fun slicing her face,” Her words of evil against your Y/N was enough to have you run as soon as she dug her teeth into that evenings meal, Never to be seen again.

But she was here in the flesh, standing with what looked like her own army, you gulped. If one Kwan was bad, hundreds of her on blood control wasn’t a good sign. “Hi daddy,” she said suggestively, your body refusing to move from her eyes. “Missed me,” she said moving closer. “Oh look, looks like daddy got his family back,” she mocked. “Who is she?” Younghoon whispered, her head snapping to him, “Oh me, I’m Eric’s finest creation ain’t,” you cut her off before she finished her sentence, “don’t call me that,” you seethed. “What’s up daddy? not pleased to see his slutty princess?” she pouted.

“What do you want?” Kevin asked breaking her thoughts, “ooooh who this,” she said tilting her head to look at him, before giggling excitedly. “Oh this is brilliant and they don’t even know, but I do, I smell it,” she said as Kevin’s chest fell. “What do you want Kwan,” you spluttered out. “Well I heard you had a army of your own and well you know how I get jealous and that. I’m your special girl so I took them all out but,” she said kneeling to the floor, her eyes shooting to the Grave stones not far from her. “I heard a little whisper in the sky,” she said changing her direction, your throat tightening as she walked towards Y/N and Dalrae’s graves.

“That your planning to bring the powerful Y/N back,” she stroked her fingers along Y/N’s grave stone. “Oh but wait daddy, I got something to show you first,” she opened her palm to flames appearing. “Cool right,” she said, Kevin’s silence unnerving you. “The things I can do,” she said tossing the flames into the air catching and then throwing it, hitting some of your vampires. Their shrills hitting the air as some panicked and ran toward the building. “Oh no, don’t go, we’re having so much fun,” she said twirling her fingers in the air creating a twister and sending in around you, right into those that ran, tossing them into the air, the whimpers and Shrills hitting your ears.

Younghoon’s grips on Hayoon tightened, you stood in front of her to remove her view and offer some sort of protection, Y/N had sent her here, the least you could do was protect her. “Oh, no one else wants to play no?” Kwan said looking fed up. She locked eyes with yours widening them in playful glee, “you left me alone to fend for myself, your very mean,” she whined with a fake innocent tone. “Looks like I have to punish you,” she said winking, “Kwan let’s leave all these alone and go and talk if it’s me,” she cut you off, laughter hitting the air and echoing. “You think I came here for you,” she said leaning over Y/N’s gravestone. “No, I know what your planning,” she said winking her eyes. “And you know what I’d say I do if she was alive,” she growled. “Well here’s my final gift to you,” she giggled and created one final ball of fire, picking it up and slammed it down on top of Y/N’s grave. “Now,” she screamed as her army charged towards you.

You looked to Kevin he seemed frozen to the spot, looking vulnerable. But he grabbed your hand, locking his fingers through yours and threw them to the floor. His head snapping back as words left you, eyes widened, before you could speak, your head snapped back and you followed the process. A shield covering you and the building from your own hands as you and Kevin created magic.

When the shield was up, Younghoon was at the edge of the shield watching Y/N’s grave’s burning, tears streaming down his eyes. Kevin was weakly on the floor, Jacob tending to him. Sunwoo helped you up as you walked towards the shield, Kwan on the other side. “Oh clever, realised it was time to show them who you really are,” she said locking eyes with Kevin. You all looked and gasped at him, “What’s she on about,” you scoffed. “He’s a hybrid like me and like Y/N, the witch line comes from him,” she giggled. You almost fell backwards, “wait what?” you gasp. “Oh it gets better,” she claps her hands in excitement, “Y/Ns my granddaughter,” Kevin spluttered before Kwan could finish her sentence

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Masterlist

[star-suh]

Lee Juyeon

three boys

fighting in the streets, fucking in the sheets

[sparkvn]

Complications⏐Lee Juyeon

Juyeon x Fem! Reader ft. Sunwoo

↳ Genre/Warnings: smut, fluff , squint for angst, alpha male juyeon, big dick ju, use of safe words, 1st person pov

↳ Synopsis: I suck at synopsizing, but anyways this is 2nd part of Should Have Known, you don't really have to read that one to understand this one, I kind of summarized it in here.

masterlist!

party this. party there. there's always some sort of party everywhere in every corner

typical college demeanor; although it is nice to get my head out of the confinement of dreadful words that I have to reread over and over again in hopes it would answer the questions that accumulate in my brain

but now I'm here sitting on a random countertop with a red solo cup in my hand lost in my thoughts while the rest of the party animals…well party... like animals

lost in some thoughts that even my subconscious agrees has no right for me to be lost in

It’s probably been a month or so since that reunion with Juyeon - a month since I've last seen him, and I wasn't entirely sure why it’s been that long since I did. It wasn’t like I was ignoring him or if he was ignoring me, it's just.....well I honestly can't think of any plausible reason why we haven't seen each other in a month.

But even after a month of not seeing each other he still has the ability to catch my eyes anywhere, like right now for instance, in a room full of people when he's standing across the room catching up with his friends. Even if he's not looking at me, it was never hard to catch him.

Especially not when he's looking like that.

Damn it.

I've probably been in a daze staring at him for a good minute now, sipping on this jungle juice that leaves a bitter taste behind on my taste buds.

Why hasn't he looked at me yet?

"Hey"

My eyes get diverted to the boy approaching me and my breath gets caught in my throat.

Sunwoo.

I clear the lump in my throat, setting my arm down and nervously wrapping my hand around it in a bid to calm down the nerves.

And a thick atmosphere of awkwardness sets the mood.

How do I talk to you? You used me to get with another girl, invited me to a party as your supposed date to make another girl jealous, and you thought I was going to be okay with it. Kind of comical.

But maybe I’m forgetting that it was my fault.

“yn?” he calls out my name levelly clearing me out of my daze

“hm? oh yea, hey” I give the boy that hurt me the best smile that can mask my emotions...at least to the best of it's ability

“do you not like parties or something? you’re here alone sipping on-“

Sunwoo leans dangerously close to me in an attempt to seek what kind of drink I'm holding and with his close proximity my heart almost leaps out of my chest.

“-the god forsaken jungle juice” He lets out a hearty chuckle leaning back on his side of the counter parallel from mine.

“i have a bad memory tied to parties” and almost like he knew what I meant, his smile gets wiped from his face.

And once again the air gets laced with awkwardness.

I down the rest of the concoction in one go scrunching my nose and pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth to weaken the awful taste of alcohol, “so if you don’t mind, I think i’m just gonna” motioning my finger to possibly find the exit of this house, and I hop down the kitchen counter trying to make my leave from Sunwoo.

“y/n wait” He takes grab of my arm but I’m quick to yank it out of his grasp and turn around to assure him that i’m fine. Maybe a bit too theatrical, and it reveals the fact that I’m actually very much not okay, but it’s something I don’t ever plan to deal with in fear of being humiliated.

Especially not from him.

Sunwoo may be oblivious, but he has a clue to why I may be avoiding him. His eyes soften at my reluctance to be consoled by him, and I scoff feeling annoyed, it’s the last thing I need from him. Pity.

And after a silent few seconds of gathering myself and feeling Sunwoo’s dispirited gaze, I turn to leave, but I get obstructed by a chest in my view and hands holding my arms rebalancing me. I look up to see Juyeon and I physically feel the tenseness exuding from me just from his comforting touch. I haven’t seen or touched him in a month, but as much as he did agitate me, he knew how to comfort me. But his contrasting eyes gaze darkly at the boy behind me and I can feel his grip on me become tighter, but I set my hand up to his arm dispelling him of any thought that Sunwoo did anything to hurt me. Juyeon trails back down at me and his eyes soften and it feels almost too good to be true. I’m relieved he’s here, seeing me.

From flitting his eyes to the boy in front of you and to you yourself, Sunwoo can see the type of relationship that has been established between you and Juyeon. Or at least he has a hint, that it’s more than just friends by the way your tense shoulders dropped and you practically melted in his embrace letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He never knew what he did caused you to feel such ordeal.

“Hey man do you mind, if we have a minute" The older tells the latter, in hopes that he would leave. And Sunwoo listens, taking it his cue to leave, but not before he attempts to talk to you-

"she's fine Sunwoo, just go" Juyeon finds the boy too meddlesome for his liking.

"Juyeon it's fine" As much as his comfort was what I needed, I don't need him to stay and fix whatever happened between Sunwoo and I, it isn't his business to do so.

"I just need to talk to you" And I stop trying to wrangle myself free from his hold, feeling frustrated with him.

Sunwoo has already taken his leave and now it's just me and Juyeon in the kitchen area. I have no energy to spark up any conversation and I'd much rather choose to be left alone. But I find my cup again and fill it with the beverage, hopping myself back to sit on the counter awaiting words from the male.

But right as I take my sip from the cup, a hand takes it and sets it aside on the counter, while placing himself in my personal bubble, arms entrapping me on both sides.

"Hey what the fuck-"

"enough drinking"

A scoff emits from me evident with annoyance, "what does it matter to you? I haven't seen you in a month" I reach out for my drink again, "so if you don't mind, I'd like to get wasted" but he pulls my body back from reaching over, with his hand on my waist.

I don't make a sound, but I can feel my heart beat knocking against my chest. He did it so innately, and my nerves ignited having been reminded of the time he took me on his couch, how he whispered to me that he was the one that was ruining me all the while fucking me, pushing me deeper into the couch. My cheeks get flushed and I exhale feeling defeated at my futile attempt of getting my drink.

"You're a bit of nuisance don't you think?"

But he doesn't say anything back to me, just staring at me melancholy.

"I don't need your pity Juyeon, I can take care of mys-"

Then his lips are on mine, my eyes growing to the size of lemons before feeling his hand come up to my jaw locking me in place and rotating his head, allowing me to feel his soft lips moving against mine. I soon flutter my eyes closed, kissing him back, running my hands feverishly to his nape, letting myself get lost in the kiss.

This was a kiss not like before, not like what happened a month ago, Juyeon's kissing me like it was his life's mission to do so.

To have me here, enclosed in his space and to kiss me just like this.

"yah ji changmin do you have any good beer in this fridge?!?!"

I break away from the kiss sucking my lips in between my teeth feeling interrupted by the loud, boisterous screaming coming from the fridge. Juyeon still has his arms enclosing me, with his head hanging low feeling annoyed about the disturbance.

But Chanhee could care less what you two were doing, he's that impetuous and he doesn't care if there's anything or anyone in his way that would stop him from getting what he wants, he'll get it in the end.

Chanhee steps back up from the fridge door, a look of irritation tainted in his features eyeing the items in the fridge eventually not finding what he was looking for, then finally closing the fridge taking his leave ,"yall can continue now". He doesn't even look back at you two to say it, he just leaves.

Wasn't as annoying as some other people would be, but still it caused a break between Juyeon and I. His arms still enclosing me in his proximity and he leans back to my lips, but I stop him with a palm to his chest.

"what's wrong?"

"I haven't seen you in a month, you haven't texted me, you haven't called me, nothing"

Juyeon takes a step away from me to dawdle around the kitchen before settling at a bowl of fruits, "Don't act like you did either y/n. Why cause I'm the male, I'm the one that has to call and text you? That's a bit stereotypical y/n."

He picks up an apple and starts tossing it in the air, "You came to me for help, and then you left. You were the one that needed me, I'm the one at your disposal according to your needs, not the other way around remember?" he says bleakly.

'I'm the one at your disposal' set off an unpleasant nerve and I stretch out my neck dampening the feeling.

"Are you saying that just because I came to you, I only needed you for sex?"

He lets out a displeased scoff mixed with dry laugh, "isn't that what you came to me for?"

I can't help but to gnaw on the inside of my cheek.

Looking back at that moment, it does seem that that's exactly what I came to Juyeon for, for just sex. If I were to put myself in his shoes, and Juyeon knocked on my door and we argued till it ended with us having sex only for him to just leave after? I guess I would able to relate to what he's feeling.

"Hey I had a good reason-"

"Yes y/n. A good enough reason to come running to my door and literally ask me to make you forget about him and that's what I was trying to do. That's what I'm trying to do right now even if it's just kissing you. You were the one that thanked me then left, what did you want me to do? Call you? I know that this isn't how it works y/n. Im at your beck and call and when or if you do need me, I'm there to help you, to let you use me in anyway that you need and you didn't contact me-"

"oh please you and I both know that was not just a kiss" I had to stop his tirade, I'm afraid if he goes any further, his words will hurt.

At that statement, Juyeon is incapable of a response and I'm looking at him evidently waiting for some sort of response, but he doesn't say anything.

I have to ask.

"what'd you mean last time? When you told me to use you all you want?"

"it means what it means"

"I know it means what it means, but the way you said it-"

"and how did I say it?"

"you said it.....you sounded hurt, dare I say frustrated"

Juyeon lets out a huff of air, having feared what's happening right before him and he hangs his head down in shame.

"don't try so hard to read in between the lines y/n" he hates that you have such a keen eye to such the littlest of details.

And maybe I am reading too much in between the lines, but I have to know, "I'm not, it's not that hard to read an expression Juyeon"

Juyeon swallows the lump in his throat, frustration lacing his brows.

The atmosphere becomes thick with tension.

"I have known you for years y/n, been your friend for years then your best friend for more and we spent every countless moment together, you don't think I have never felt anything more for you?"

It was the answer that I somewhat expected, but an answer that I'm not sure how to feel.

"You're oblivious enough to have never known, you're quite oblivious actually, according to what happened to you"

"ok we get it"

at your remark, he quiets himself before scoffing wryly, "Forgive me for feeling sad and hurt and frustrated when I said what I said, but that wasn't at all how I wanted our first time to happen" He chews on his lip before saying, "a date would have been nice you know?"

Now that was a statement that I didn't expect from him and I can feel my heart strain.

"I was mad y/n, angry, that all you wanted from me was just sex, to make you forget about another boy" He emphasizes on the last two words.

I didn't. I mean at least not now, at first technically yes, but now...it's likely something I'm afraid to admit.

"Juyeon, you're like the most popular boy at school, could quite frankly get any girl you wanted and I'm merely a nobody who craves any boy who gives me a sprinkle of attention"

"any boy, but me. and any girl....but you."

"you're wrong."

Juyeon's head tilts up at me, a bit appalled at my words and I have to say I am too.

"I wanted you...Juyeon....before we were even friends, but how could I ever garner up the courage to say it to you?" I take a deep breath preparing myself for what I'm about to say. "And then we became friends and we had something good Juyeon. And then we became best friends, and like you said we shared countless of moments together, and I made the ultimate decision to let my feelings for you go"

Or at least try to.

I can feel my nose sour and tears starting to poke at the corner of my eyes.

Juyeon walks up to me leisurely, slotting himself in between my legs, wrapping his arms around me pulling me tightly allowing me to fall into his embrace. "get those feelings back...because I don't think I'm capable of being just your friend."

I don't know what it is, but the way he holds me, the way he coos into my ear, the way he caresses my hair, it feels like he just resurfaced my feelings that I hid away, so fast.

Juyeon pulls back enough so that his lips are a millimeter away from mine, pressing his forehead to mine and he leans in capturing my lips. A slow soft sensual kiss, inhaling then pulling me tightly with his hands on my waist and on the back of my head. His lips soon trail down to my jaw placing wet kisses down to my neck.

I exhale from my lips, "as much as you are tempting Lee Juyeon, I don't think we should be doing this here"

He places more kisses to my neck, "ooo so formal, I kinda like that" biting down on the sensitive skin on my neck.

He tears himself away from me with a bit of effort.

"then let's get outta here"

Juyeon examines my face, for any sign of hesitation, but I bite my lower lip, giving him a soft smile before nodding.

"ok"

Then he hurriedly carries me off the counter to my feet, taking my hand in his dragging me out the kitchen through the crowd of people out the exit to his car. People probably looked at us teasingly, but I could care less.

He practically slams my back on the door of the car hungrily taking my lips, slipping his tongue in between my lips pushing me back in the process.

"a bit impatient are we?"

He moves to my cheek and jaw, "god~ i'm not lying y/n, I could strip you right here and take you right here, but I respect you too much"

oh my god, I might be going insane

"get inside, wait how'd you get here, is your car here?"

"Chanhee took me here"

Juyeon's brow raises, "the one that interrupted our lil make out session?"

"correct"

Juyeon tilts his head, still feeling a bit confused, and I can't help but find him adorable.

"Chanhee could care less about anything Juyeon, and even if he didn't know me in there, pretty positive he still would have done the same thing"

Juyeon sucks his lips between his lips, furrowing his brows but nodding his head in the end, "ok just get in already"

His lips are on mine right when we get out the car, and while my hands tangle in his hair pushing him deeper into the kiss, he impressively unlocks his front door without breaking away.

I feel his large hands grip under my thigh, and I take it as a cue to jump and lock my legs around him. My back is pressed up against the next available wall and his hand locks my head in place physically claiming my lips all the harsher with his lips.

It warms me up when his hands start to roam my body, thumb swiping under my clothed breast, and then I feel his bulge against my heat as he slowly grinds.

I exhale into the kiss feeling an arise of flustered nerves flow through me.

My back is off the wall, and his arm wraps around my waist with the other hooked under my thigh to support me and the imbalance of his steps tells me that he's taking me upstairs.

He drops me on the bed and might I say this is a better than the couch.

"colors for safe words love"

"giving me safe words hm? you didn't give me any the first time"

"Like I said y/n, I didn't want our first time to be like that, but I would have stopped right away if you told me to, but you didn't" He crawls over me to press his lips on neck progressing to my earlobe, "just goes to show how good I made you feel" a long line of shivers run through my body.

"so....tell me what red means?" his lips attach to my neck, my skin getting pulled between his teeth.

"it means stop" I hiss.

"what does yellow mean?" His hands grab the hem of my top, pulling it over my head, running his hand from the base of neck, down between the valley of my breasts to the button of my pants.

"to slow down"

He unbuttons the button, pulling down the zipper much too slow for my liking, "and what does green mean?"

My pants get tugged off and I'm left with just my bra and panties. Juyeon pulls the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the ground. My brows twitch up pleased with what my eyes are feasting on and then his fingers are in between my legs feeling my slick through the cloth. Next thing, my panties get torn off.

"what does it mean y/n?"

I unfasten my bra clasp tossing it, my full nude glory for his eyes to feast on. "It means you are free to do whatever you want to me Juyeon"

Juyeon is in complete awe at your words and wonders what he ever did to deserve you.

A sheepish smile falls on his lips before hovering over me claiming my lips again, while he uses one hand to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants along with his underwear. His hands are back on me wandering all over my body, caressing my breasts, down to the heat in between my legs. My back compulsively arches when I feel his finger toying with my clit and I moan into the kiss.

His lips soon progress to attack my neck, while I bend one knee giving him easier access to my womanhood. I feel his lips latch to one of my nipples and flutters tickle my insides, sighs leaving my lips.

"I wanted to tell you hot fucking gorgeous you looked the first time, but I was afraid that would have been too much" His fingers continue to circle my bundle of nerves sufficiently, I get wetter by the second.

"I wanted to take things slow with you, experiment with you, show you how good I can make you feel, taking my time with you-" I can feel his finger gliding along my saturated folds before dipping his finger in, pumping in and out of me. "-but unfortunately that wasn't how it went"

I let out a strained moan when he pulls his finger out, and he leans back up in between my legs, pulling them apart. I take a look down to see his member and I seem to have forgotten how big he is.

The tip of his dick teases my folds, letting his tip run long the lines, then he dips in the tip and I wince at the intrusion. Juyeon eyes my expression and decides to take it slow entering me, till he fills me completely, b-but I can't take him all the way and I think I'm allowed to say that it's exhilarates every nerve in me.

I can hear him hiss, "you can't take me all the way y/n" he cocks his head to the side feeling too much of a pride. Then I feel his hand grabbing my leg pushing my thigh further back, other hand taking hold of his shaft that's left visible with his index and thumb and he tries to push into me deeper.

Fuck. The pain.

"juyeon, sto-stop it, red!" and he stops immediately, pulling back till I exhale in relief. "give me a minute ok?"

And as painful as his throbbing dick feels inside of you, he waits and he'll wait however long it takes.

"ok..im okay now"

His features soften at me, "I need to hear you say it y/n"

And my heart twitches at his concern and affection, I smile at him warmly, "green"

He offers me a smile back, before guiding himself further deep into me, spreading my legs open. I feel the intense stretch within me and I gasp for air. Soon Juyeon bottoms out and he groans at my tightness. "fuck y/n you're so tight, even tighter than last time"

My expression goes blank, feeling pensive. Juyeon takes note studying my face and it feels almost embarrassing. Then he pulls out of me slowly, and I'm left confused, but then I feel his nose dip into my wetness. "Juyeon-wha-hngg".

Shit.

His tongue feels fucking amazing, grazing my clit and I let out whines and mewls.

Eating me out expeditiously, wringing out any other noises that can fall out of my lips.

"you didn't have sex with anyone else after me. You're this tight and from your expression, I could tell. I'm quite happy to hear that."

He shakes his head vigorously in between my legs while my body thrums and quivers, hand coming down to run along his scalp gripping his hair tightly as a reflex from the intense feeling.

"This is all mine."

Then he's back up and slips inside me, all the way and I gasp at the unexpectedness. He begins to rut his hips into mine and I quickly grow dizzy. The way he fucks me exceptionally, it's captivating.

His thrusts start to become callous and it's too much for me to handle. "Juyeon, shit-wait" I try to push him off by applying pressure onto his stomach, but he takes my arms in his hands, pinning them against the mattress. "I'm not stopping till I hear the safe word"

Oh my god- fuck me.

I don't say anything and he takes it as a sign to continue, he starts to roll his hips into me languorously, and my expression contorts letting my brows furrow and lips fall agape.

"fuck juyeon" He starts to grind and thrust in me quicker, turning reckless.

"right there, right there juyeon"

"I like when my name falls from your lips, no other boy in your mind but me, no other boy fucking you this good, but me"

My god-

He hits the spot with a couple more dangerous thrusts and an outpour of heat and tingles flow inside me and I let my body fall into the tremors letting go and Juyeon chases his high before I hear him grunt, releasing inside of me.

I feel the trickle of our fluids seeping out of me when he pulls out of me as my orgasm subsides.

He spreads my legs to clean me up with his shirt and I wince at the soreness, before he discards it in the hamper. Juyeon climbs back into bed with me, curling his arm around my waist, pulling my back to his chest, nuzzling his nose into my shoulder.

"i've missed you, missed you a lot" I am physically drained, and the warmth he exudes is all the more inviting for me to fall into slumber.

Juyeon offers my neck a couple more wet kisses.

"stop it cause I know I'm not going to be able to walk if we go another round"

He releases an airy chuckle into my hair, gripping my waist tighter, "you're all mine now".

"not quite, you haven't asked me out yet Juyeon"

"then let's go on a date, and god please go back to calling me Ju, I hated hearing Juyeon come out of your mouth"

"then why'd you make me call you that?"

"well you ditched me for Sunwoo and after a few weeks you came running to me for sex, I had my reasons don't you think?"

I almost want to punch him.

"fair"

He nestles deeper into my shoulder, "ok now go to sleep I'm tired we have a date tomorrow".