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study break

✧ yoon jeonghan x afab reader

✧ summary: jeonghan decides to take a break during your study session as the library.

✧ wc is 2.9k

✧ warnings: smut, minors dni. public sex, library sex. oral, fingering. teasing, he's slightly mean. pussy slapping. after-care and kissing, innuendos. admiration of his hands bc ig i have a thing for hands. he pockets your underwear.

✧ request: requesting jeonghan smut please! i really enjoy your works! thank you for writing these :)

“Baby,” Jeonghan called, his voice breaking your concentration. You hummed in response, not looking away from your textbook. When he called your name you glanced up to see him pouting, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“What’s up?”

He had his textbook closed, a single notecard poking out of it and marking his spot. You had been pleasantly surprised when your boyfriend agreed to go to the library to study with you, even more so when he actually brought along his things and opened his notes and book. 

You weren’t implying that Jeonghan was a bad student, of course. Jeonghan was just the type of person who, infuriatingly, didn’t need to study. He got good grades most of the time without even opening his notes. 

So Jeonghan tagging along to study with you was just a little surprising, because he didn’t need to and never did put much effort into studying. You supposed you couldn’t be too surprised that he was the first one to stop between the two of you. 

“We’ve been studying for hours,” Jeonghan whined, peering over at you. His eyes were impossibly sweet and round, seemingly the picture of innocence. “I know you want a break.”

You shrugged, going back to reading. “I’m okay. If you want a break, you can go ahead and take one. Don’t let me stop you from taking a rest.”

Jeonghan was quiet after that, leaving you alone. He began shuffling beside you, and you fought the urge to look over at him. Looking at him, you had found in your few months of dating, was just encouraging him. 

From the corner of your eye you could see him reach down beneath his chair, picking it up with him still in it. Then, in one great move, Jeonghan hopped closer, slamming the feet of the chair down on the ground. 

“Jeonghan!” You gasped, startling. “You’re lucky we’re in a cell.”

A cell, as it was rather unaffectionately called, referred to a series of small study rooms at the back of the library. Some had windows, though they were always filled. The walls had recently been painted red for productivity, but that still didn’t take away from the sense of imprisonment you got whenever you stepped foot into a room. 

Jeonghan just shot you a look, wiggling the chair closer to you until his knees were brushing against yours. “Just wanted to be closer to you is all, sweetheart.”

You shot him a weary look, not verbally challenging him. Jeonghan took his phone out of his hoodie pocket, and you watched as he opened up his messages. 

Figuring he was done messing about, content now that he was touching some part of you, you went back to your book. Still you couldn’t help but be hyper-focused on that one point of contact between you and Jeonghan, how the warmth of his body seemed to seep through his knee and spread into you. 

When his hand lowered to lay on your thigh, you couldn’t help but flinch a little in surprise. He squeezed your thigh, apologizing underneath his breath for startling you. 

Jeonghan’s fingers drew your attention like little lights in the dark, your eyes falling to them naturally. His hands were one of the first things that caught your attention, back when you two were just classmates. You had walked into the room, eyes falling onto the exceedingly beautiful man in the third row, spinning his pencil around his fingers. 

His fingers were long and thin, no softness to them. They were knobby and crooked, and you loved them. You loved how they felt entangled in your hands, how they felt sliding through your hair, combing it out. And you loved how expertly he used his hands, whether it be playing the guitar or spinning a pen, or reaching deep inside of your cunt, thumb rubbing down on your clit. 

You blinked before frowning at yourself. Jeonghan was just touching you, just had his hand innocently laying on your thigh. There was nothing dirty about it, and yet here you were, daydreaming about his fingers stretching you out, palm grinding down on your clit; his fingers reaching up, wet from your juices, pinching your nipples. 

Jeonghan sighed from beside you, bringing you out of your indecent thoughts. You watched as he turned his phone, opening up a card game. 

Going back to your textbook, you forced yourself to put the weight of his hand out of your mind. You ignored how his hand shifted so often, fingers flexing against the meat of your thigh. 

You stared at the illustration in the textbook. Marcus Aurelius. There’s nothing sexy about the fall of Rome, nothing remotely sexy about Stoicism philosophy, nothing remotely sexy about the shape of Jeonghan’s fingers, the weight of his hand, the memory of his hand pushing down at your hips, forcing you still against the bed as he grinded the tip of his cock against your slit, taunting you. 

When his hand shifted on your thigh, there was no way you could ignore it. Not with how in-tuned you were to him. You refused to watch as his hand slowly slid, dragging, the tips of his fingers coming to rest inside your thighs. 

“Jeonghan,” you warned, voice stern in an attempt to disguise how horny you were. 

He shot you a look, raising his eyebrows. “What?”

You gave him a half-hearted look at his look of innocence, knowing him better than to believe it. Still you went back to your textbook. 

Nothing in the world, however, let alone Stoic philosophy, could keep your mind away from Jeonghan. You stared at the page, useless against the feel of his hand creeping. When the tip of his forefinger brushed against your pussy through your underwear and sweats, you couldn’t help but, pathetically, clench. 

Neither of you said anything as Jeonghan’s fingers wedged deeper between your thighs, his fingers brushing over your clit. You were quiet, staring at the text on the page, as his fingers repeatedly, softly swiped over your clit through your clothes. 

You were so warm all of a sudden. Your shirt seemed oppressive, your pussy hot. His fingers never stopped brushing over your heat, aimlessly, mindlessly, as if he truly didn’t mean to slide his fingers down your cunt. 

Finally, you swallowed, looking up from the text. Jeonghan turned, meeting your eyes. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

His fingers didn’t stop moving against your cunt. Instead they slotted between your thighs completely, fingers pressing through your sweats, tips of them burying into your cunt while the side of his forefinger bore down on your clit. 

A loud, long whine escaped you. You closed your eyes, mouth falling open. Jeonghan cooed at you, removing his hand from your heat. As soon as he did, your eyes flew open, looking at him in betrayal.

“Aw,” he reached out, hands framing your cheeks and squishing your face. “How cute.”

“Jeonghan,” You whined, pouting. Your boyfriend loved cute things; kittens, puppies, Boo Seungkwan, you. He loved it when you acted pathetic and desperate, and you weren’t above giving him what he wanted. Especially when it could end with his fingers buried to the knuckle in your pussy. 

“Sorry for distracting you,” Jeonghan hummed, reaching and brushing back your bangs. “That was so mean of me. You can go back to studying now.”

Your mouth parted in surprise, feeling completely cheated. “Jeonghan --”

He shushed you, mimicking your pout. “Don’t worry, baby. Just go back to studying.” “Jeong --”

“Study.” He said again, though this time his voice was slightly more strict. He moved away from you, pushing back and away from the table. You watched as Jeonghan braced one hand on the edge, slowly lowering himself to his knees. He stopped, however, once he noticed you still watching. “I said to study, baby.”

Helpless, but your pussy clenching around nothing as realization shot through you, you looked back at your text. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jeonghan going beneath the table. Then you felt his hands settle over your knees, squeezing, before crawling up your thighs. 

“Up,” he commanded. 

You leaned back, bracing yourself on the chair. Jeonghan’s hands, those sly, clever hands, quickly hooked onto the waistband of your pants and tugged them down your thighs. He then grabbed the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down to join your pants, and then completed the journey until they were around your ankles. 

His hands returned to your knees. He pressed them apart. A small sigh escaped you as you complied, baring your pussy for his eyes. 

The air that rushed against your cunt had you clenching, cold compared to the heat that had been generated from your cunt and trapped by your pants. A spike of shame shot through you at how obviously aroused you were. 

Jeonghan let out a soft breath of air, the gust of warmth hitting your thighs and causing you to instinctively clench them. “So wet already, hm? Is this all just from studying?”

“Jeonghan,” you whined, feeling heat rise up to your cheeks at his tease. 

He laughed softly, hands kneading your thighs in apology. Then he was wedging his shoulders between your thighs, holding them open, One of his arms wrapped around you, hand settling on your lower back and pressing your forward. His other hand went to your cunt, fingers ghosting over your opening. Your soft noises filled the room as he teased your opening. His touch, or the ghost of it, made your hair stand on its ends and your brain scramble, empty except for the want, the need, for his fingers inside of you. 

“Jeonghan,” you begged, canting your hips forward. He pulled back, leaving you grinding against air. “Jeonghan, Hannie. Please.”

“I don’t see you studying,” he taunted. His face appeared from between your knees, a soft little smirk on his face. He moved his hand, the one that hadn’t been between your legs, to brush back his hair behind his ears. “Get to studying like you so desperately wanted to do.”

A loud sob escaped you, tears rising to your eyes. Jeonghan just sighed at the sight. “You’re going to make me feel like this is all my fault, sweetheart.”

You moved to the edge of the chair, legs still spread. You braced your elbows on the table, peering down at the textbook. The text was all muddled, the face of Marcus Aurelius blurred through your tears. 

Pleased, Jeonghan took pity on you. With a murmur of good job, baby, his hands went to your inner thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh, nails piercing your skin. He hooked his thumbs between your pussy lips, bearing you for him once more. 

“Why don’t you read your book to me, sweetheart,” Jeonghan inquired sweetly, as if you couldn’t feel his breaths against your quivering pussy, as if you weren’t soaking the chair with your need for him. “Wanna know what you’re studying.”

He was such a liar. Both of you knew he didn’t give two fucks about Stoicism philosophy or Roman leaders. Jeonghan was just doing this to be mean, to be a tease. 

Regardless, you took a deep, quivering breath. “‘In order to -- to achieve telos, virtue is needed. In this instance virtue relates to human reason and the --”

A horribly loud moan escaped you as Jeonghan ran the flat of his tongue over your entrance and clit, gathering your juices. His tongue went to your clit, focusing on it, laving over it and worshiping it. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling. Slurping noises came from your boyfriend as he slurped and ate at your cunt. 

Jeonghan pulled away from your soaking cunt, which was pulsing with need clenching around nothing in desperation to be filled. He placed a kiss against your thigh, your pussy juices that had smeared around his mouth wetting your skin there. “Keep reading, baby.”

Whining, you shifted, hands going to hold your hair and clench it in an effort to ground yourself. You took a deep breath. Your pussy clenched. You couldn’t find it within yourself to be ashamed of the slick that pulsed from you, feeling it slide down your cunt. 

“Diogenes Laertius said that virtue is when --” Another sob escaped you as Jeonghan’s mouth reattached to your cunt. He drank from your pussy like it was a fucking elixir of life. 

He pulled his mouth off of your cunt just enough to murmur, his lips brushing against your cunt lips, “Don’t stop.”

“He says that virtue is when, quote, a soul has been fashioned to achieve agreement in the whole life, end quote.”

One of his hands released your cunt from his grasp. You sucked in a breath, anticipation curling your fingers and toes. His mouth went to your clit, sucking meanly on it, and one finger prodded at your entrance. 

“Please --” You gasped, thighs jumping at the intrusion. “Jeonghannie --”

He withdrew, a horrified sob leaving you. Then there was a sharp stinging sensation over your cunt as he slapped it. You jumped, thighs snapping shut around Jeonghan in surprise. He wedged himself further, hand going to lay flat against your cunt in warning. “Did I say to stop reading?”

“No --”

“Then don’t stop,” he warned. His hand swatted at your cunt, though less severely. “Gotta get your studying in, sweetheart.”

A curse bubbled out of your throat, but you swallowed it back. You couldn’t help but sniffle, releasing your grip on your hair to wipe at your eyes. 

There was silence. Then, from under the table: “Color?”

You couldn’t help the wet little giggle that escaped you. “Green, Hannie.”

He hummed. “Keep reading, baby.” Then Jeonghan’s mouth was back on your slit, the loud noise that accompanied his suck so lewd that you couldn’t help moan in response. 

Two of his fingers returned to your entrance, dipping in to the first knuckle. Sensing he was waiting, you licked your lips and began reading. “‘To develop one’s reason to perfection is to not only live in the best condition for a human being, but . . .’”

Slowly, with his mouth working at your clit to take away any discomfort, though you were drenched enough to where there was none to be had, Jeonghan sank his fingers inside of your cunt. Your pussy eagerly accepted them, clenching around his digits in an effort to accept them further. Once they sunk all the way, his fingers brushing on that sponge deep within you, Jeonghan began working his fingers; stretching you, assaulting your walls, focusing on your g-spot. 

He was relentless with it. You knew he could bruise your cunt with just his fingers from experience, knew he could use his fingers just as well as his cock. And he did. Jeonghan’s mouth kissed and suckled at your clit as his fingers slammed into your g-spot, milking you for what you were worth. 

The tension that had been building in your stomach was rapidly beginning to mount, stomach tightening with it. You couldn’t read anymore, your eyes tightly squeezed shut and soft little moans leaving your lips. Your hips grinded towards him, eager, seeking out the pressure that his fingers willingly provided. 

When the tension snapped you had to bite down on your lip to muffle the shriek. It was deafening, almost, your release soaking exploding from your cunt and drowning you in pleasure. 

When you came back to consciousness, it was Jeonghan holding you. He had your face pressed against his stomach as he stood before you, hands combing through your hair. Jeonghan was murmuring sweetly to you, and when you finally tilted your head up towards him, he was wearing a soft little grin. 

“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted. Jeonghan ducked his head, pressing a kiss to your lips. You sighed into the kiss, letting your eyes flutter shut again. 

His mouth was red and puffy, you noticed, when he pulled away. Jeonghan’s eyes, however, were shining. He pressed a kiss to your temple, your hair, and then stood back up. “Think it’s time for us to go back home.”

You nodded, agreeing. Jeonghan pulled away from you, hand moving to pull at your ear affectionately. You watched as he gathered his supplies and put them in his backpack before returning to yours. He hovered over your textbook before laughing. “Think this Stoic guy has ever seen a woman eaten out in a library before?”

Feeling heat rush to your face, you reached out and slammed the textbook shut. “His name is Marcus Aurelius.”

“Oh,” Jeonghan cooed, gathering your book and putting it in your bag. “So I guess our little study session was helpful.”

You swatted at him, causing him to laugh. Jeonghan then knelt beside you, his knees cracking. He grabbed your underwear, soaked, and began using it to wipe your thighs. 

“Jeonghan!” You hissed, hands reaching out to stop him. 

He shrugged, pulling away further. “They’re already drenched in your pussy.”

Jeonghan then put your underwear in his hoodie pocket. You wondered if you would ever get them back. With careful hands he guided your feet into your sweatpants, sliding them up your calves. 

Then he helped you stand, your knees weak. The two of you traded kisses as he tugged your sweats up your legs. 

Making a face, you pulled away. “I feel disgusting.”

Jeonghan pressed a final kiss to your lips. “Well let’s get you home and on the bed.”

“Don’t you mean in bed?”

He smirked then, eyes dark and twinkling. “No. No, I don’t.”

JJ ✦ twenty ✦ she/her

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SEUNGKWAN GOING SEVENTEEN EP.76

hello! i couldn't find the wonhui x reader threesome around here. can you write one?? thankuu!

first of all, thanks anon for bringing up one of my favorite duos!! and secondly, why not -

Flip, Sip or Strip🎲 // Wonhui Oneshot // <<TEASER>>

ᥫ᭡ pairing: wonwoo×fem!reader×junhui

ᥫ᭡ genre: smut with barely any plot,minors dni, threesome,college au, bestfriends to bedfriends, sexual games

ᥫ᭡tags: rough sex, double penetration,oral(both m and f receiving),ass fuck,pussy slapping, lots of spanking, breast play, slight voyeurism, use of pet names, degradation kink, fingering, mention of heavy thunder and rain, orgasm denial, alcohol consumption, use of explicit language.

ᥫ᭡synopsis: what happens when you are ganged up by your bestfriends to play a game of pleasures.

ᥫ᭡word count: 209 for the teaser

ᥫ᭡banner credits: @classicscreations

If y'all wanna be added to the taglist of this oneshot, or the permanent taglist, then just drop a comment under this or just reblog the post. thank you☆

•TAGS ARE STILL UNDER THE CUT•

Deciding to ditch the senior prom after a futile attempt to secure a date, was probably the only right decision you've made in your life so far, as you now sit on your living room's cold marble, surrounded by your two same fated bestfriends .

"Let's at least play something mahn. I can't afford to spend this 'supposed to be special' evening just by ogling at these pair of four eyed bean paws" one with the two toned hair tiffs as he chucks down the remainings of his beer can.

"Oh pls Jun! Stop taking out the frustration of being rejected by that bitchy doll of yours, on us." you snap back trailing in an annoyed tsk from the former.

"Hui kinda makes sense tho yk. When's everyone having fun at the party, us just sitting here and seeping into a void, feels illegal" the permed hair boy finally speaks out, equipping his cat ears.

"Tch! Whatever!! It's not like you two will be able to spice up the night anyways. So whatever goes with you!" quite unwilling giving in to jun's call, you completely fail to foresee the cataclysm you've brought upon yourself.

"Why don't we let a game of Flip, Sip or Strip decide that ,kitten!"