Omg Pls Some Xiaojun Smut

omg pls some xiaojun smut 😵‍💫

man i am doing this just for you because xiaojun makes me 😵‍💫 like he bias wrecks me so bad it's not even funny 🥴 thinking of making him my second wayv bias but anyway, i hope you enjoy <33333

warnings // little to no plot, xiaojun is a tease but you love it, established relationship, rough sex, sex on a couch, usage of the word slut, reader is a bit too loud while the members are home smh

xiaojun x female reader

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"come on just this once," your boyfriend pleads as you walk straight past him to get the food ready.

"no," you quickly shake your head, setting the timer on the oven. "you make weird shit. i don't want a repeat of last time."

xiaojun crosses his arms over his chest, following around the kitchen area like a lost dog. "you don't even know what happened last time because you weren't here."

"xiao, baby," you turn to face him for a moment to emphasize your point more. "i got like a hundred texts from yangyang telling me that he was so glad that we were together because that meant that i could save their asses from having to eat anymore of your food."

as your boyfriend pouts, you begin preparing the meal that had already been approved by the boys. you knew it was one of xiaojun's favorites too, but he was too stubborn and grouchy to admit it.

you put the dish in the oven, humming to yourself, and your boyfriend watches as you do so. he can't help but admire your ass when you bend, your thin yoga pants not leaving much to the imagination.

he bites his lip as you stand up straight again, not knowing what to do now. his attempts at getting you to let him cook instead had failed, and now he needed a way to get in your pants without any of the members walking in or hearing anything.

"you know," he starts, sliding over to you, who scrolled through your phone, elbows rested on the counter, not daring to glance at the boy beside you. "yangyang and ten are both sleeping, kun and winwin are still out, lucas is still playing his game, and hendery is downstairs."

"i'm glad you know the whereabouts of your band mates, jun," you reply, still not bothering to look up. "what's your point?"

"my point is," he continues, moving to stand directly behind you, his hot breath on the back of your neck. “we basically have the whole place to ourselves.”

your eyes widen at his closeness and you blush when you get his hint. “you’ve gotta be kidding me.” you try to cover your flustered state with one of resentment instead.

“what?” the male looks at you, pressing himself even closer against you, allowing you to feel exactly how eager he was. “you’re telling me no?”

you gulp and bite your lip as you sit your phone down on the counter. “xiao dejun, you are not getting to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”

your boyfriend frowns. “well you’re no fun,” he pouts playfully and you giggle, booping his nose.

“maybe next time,” you tell him. “let’s go watch something while the food cooks, yeah?” you grab his hand and lead him over to the sofa in the main room.

you’re ten minutes into grey’s anatomy and xiaojun is done. as much as he loved watching your favorite shows and movies with you, you couldn’t have asked at a worse time. even though you politely declined his offer of a quick fuck, he was still as turned on and needy as before.

then he got an idea.

xiaojun leans in to plant what starts off as a soft kiss to your cheek, making you blush and giggle. “watch the show, silly,” you mumble to him, who ignores your words and moves his mouth done from your cheek to your neck.

he sucks at the skin of your neck, your eyelids fluttering at the pleasurable feeling. “x-xiaojun, what are you doing?” you stumble on your words, your vision getting blurry from the pleasure.

“well, you said i wasn’t going to fuck you on the counter,” his lips part from your neck to speak. “so i’m gonna fuck you on the couch instead.”

your eyes widen at his direct words. you simply nod your head, feeling a stirring in your stomach.

he smirks as he looks at you, his fingers finding the waistband of your leggings. “let me take these off for you, babe.” he hums as you lift your hips so he can slide both your leggings and panties down with ease.

“lay down,” he tells you, watching with that mischievous look in his eyes as you lower yourself to lay on the couch, staring up at him with need in your eyes. “good girl.” 

you watch eagerly as your boyfriend pulls off his sweatpants, revealing that he was in fact not wearing underwear underneath. the sight makes you drool.

for a moment, you slip back into reality. “what if someone comes in?” you bite your lip nervously before shaking your head. “it’s too risky, jun.” “come on, y/n,” xiaojun pouts. “you really wanna pass up on all this?” he gestures at himself in a cocky manner.

never wanting to give him the satisfaction, you shrug. “you’re meh,” you respond, watching as xiaojun’s face changes.

“ah, really?” he raises a brow at you. you nod confidently. your boyfriend hums and nods back at you, with a suspicious look on his face. “that’s not what you said last night.”

you blush and roll your eyes. “whatever, just,” you sigh, giving in finally. “don’t make so much noise.”

xiaojun scoffs. “i don’t think i’m the one you’ll have to worry about along those lines,” he chuckles before aligning his hardened length with your aching core. “i could tell you the same thing.” he pushes himself into you without a warning and you gasp, your eyes widening at the sudden stretch.

“a little warning would be nice,” you groan as he starts to move at a steady rhythm. you tug your bottom lip under your top one as you try desperately to stay quiet.

xiaojun lets out small, harsh breaths as he thrusts into you at a harder and faster pace. “fuck, y/n,” he groans, leaning his head back before looking back down at you who stares back up at him with need. “so tight still and i just fucked you yesterday.”

his crude words send you spiraling as you roll your eyes back slightly, accidently letting a small moan emit from your throat. you partly wished he wasn’t so good at this so you could stay quiet. but the other half of you was glad he was so good at this so you could let the world know how good he was making you feel.

“dejun,” you moan out his name, feeling his hips snap into yours even harder than before. “dejun, more, please!” you plea, a little louder than you wanted to.

your boyfriend picks one of your legs up and places it on his shoulder, allowing him to fuck you at a new, deeper angle. “like this, hm?” he asks you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to respond.

“fuck, yes,” you try to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet again but to no avail. “it’s s-so good,” you stumble on your words as his cock rams into you at an impossible speed. 

xiaojun grips your hips so roughly you were sure you’d be bruised there later. he leans down to place his lips by your ear so he could whisper to you. “at least i know how to be quiet,” he speaks in a low toned whisper, making you shiver. “unlike some people,” he smirks at you, who only whimpers as his hips keep their harsh rhythm.

“wasn’t it you who told me to keep it down and now look at you, barely able to keep your mouth shut,” he hisses, eyes darkening as your noises get louder. “guess you’re just too much of a slut for me to care, huh?”

you nod your head, your hands gripping at his arms with a death grip. 

“use your words, darling, you know you can,” he hums, waiting to hear what he wanted to hear. you usually wouldn’t give in that easy but he just felt so good, you couldn’t resist.

“fuck, yes, jun,” you finally open your mouth again. “i-i’m a slut for you.” you pant out, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach.

xiaojun chuckles darkly at your response, rolling his hips just so to make you **almost** scream.

“fuck!” you whisper yell as you release all over his length, your nails digging into the skin of his arm. the intensity of your orgasm triggers his and he releases after you.

“oh, fuck, babe,” he groans as his cum spills into you (you were on the pill no worries). “fuck, you’re so perfect.” he pants heavily as he stares down you, who pants equally as heavy.

“i love you, dejun.” you mumble as he pulls out of you and lays beside you, pulling the throw blanket over yourselves.

your boyfriend smiles warmly, planting a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose. “i love you too, y/n.”

...

“...are y’all done fucking now?”

“yangyang!”

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sorry this took so long :,) i hope it’s good or better than you wanted :) <33

dude DEADASS tho- school is so AFKSJKDJKSFJKSFJKFS

i hope you're finding time to write stuff ?? hopefully ?? 😳😳 (asking cuz i cant wait to read your stuff fr 😳)

yes i fortunately am able to find time to write :) i actually was writing some last night 

i’d usually be getting stuff out sooner but since everything i’m working on rn is so LONG (and my personal fave works of mine), it’s taking longer than expected to get stuff out.

i’m currently working on a hyunjae smut, an eric smut, a sunwoo fluff (?), a juyeon smut and various other things that i lowkey forgot about :D so stay tuned ahaha <3

different | choi beomgyu.

it’s supposed to be a casual evening between you and your best friend...how on earth did this happen?

+ warnings / bestie!beomgyu. fem!reader. teasing. slight muscle kink. riding. choking. degradation & degrading names. beomgyu is loud asf during sex just sayin.

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your doorbell rings and you rush towards the front door happily, twisting the knob and pulling the door open, smiling when you see the familiar face of your best friend.

“hey, beomgyu,” you greet him with a small wave. you hold the door for him to enter, and he does.

“hey, y/n,” he greets back, flopping onto your couch with a heavy sigh, something he seems to always do. “i’m glad you called me.”

“oh?” you tilt your head, showing your confusion. “why is that?”

as you walk over to sit beside your friend, he sighs again, this time running a hand through his long, shaggy hair. “my parents were at it again,” he explains, voice low. “i had to get out of there.” you frown at his words. “again? isn’t this like everyday now?”

beomgyu nods. “yeah,” he kind of sinks into the cushions a bit. “i really wish they would just go back to at least acting like they still love each other like they did when i was younger.”

you reach over and give beomgyu a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and propping your chin on his shoulder, unintentionally getting a whiff of his cologne. 

beomgyu wraps his arms around your torso, tightening the hug. he had always liked your hugs. when hugging you, he felt such a strong sense of warmth. he felt warm in your embrace.

you pull away, much to his dismay, and smile at him. “we should watch a movie.”

he smiles back at you, mostly because he thought your smile was beautiful. “that’s exactly what i was thinking.”

you giddily stand up from the couch and walk over to the television and grab the remote. “what do you want to watch?”

beomgyu shrugs at you as you come back to sit beside him again. “something scary, you know, to take my mind off things.”

you nod in agreement and turn on netflix, going to the horror section. “have you seen the conjuring?” you ask him, praying he’d say yes so you didn’t have to watch it.

“i have, but not the second one,” he tells you. 

you internally groan. “oh, we can watch that, then,” you press play on the movie and stand to get some popcorn. “you can watch the start without me, just let me know what happens.”

“what, no!” beomgyu shakes his head and reaches for the remote to pause the movie. “i don’t want to watch without you. i can pause it.”

you force a smile and nod. “okay, thank you,” you say through half-gritted teeth, as you start towards the kitchen.

the truth was, you didn’t want to watch this movie. you had heard from some of the kids at school that it was scary and that there were a lot of jumpscares. you couldn’t say no beomgyu, though. not even just because he wasn’t feeling too well, but because you just couldn’t say to him. ever.

you turn around, after grabbing the finished bag of popcorn from the microwave, and smack your face into beomgyu’s chest. you didn’t even hear him enter the kitchen.

“shit, sorry,” he apologizes to you. “i thought you would’ve heard me.”

you rub your nose, which got the most of the impact and shake your head. “it’s fine, don’t worry,” you let out a chuckle. “i should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.”

“ha, yeah,” beomgyu shoves his hands into his sweatpants pockets, sniffing. “popcorn’s done?”

you nod and hand him the bag. “you can salt it, i’m gonna get some water.”

he nods and takes the steaming bag from your hands. “get me one too?”

“of course,” you smile and turn to the fridge, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

to be honest, you were shocked by how solid beomgyu’s chest was. you knew that he worked out, but you didn’t think his chest would be a whole ass rock.

you grab two water bottle with slightly shaky hands, you assume you were still shaken up from bumping into beomgyu unexpectedly.

as you head back to the main room, you’re met with a smiling beomgyu, chowing down on the popcorn. “there you are,” he giggles with excitement. “i’m so ready to watch. are you?”

you nod, taking the popcorn bag from his hands and instead putting it on your lap. “yes, let’s watch now.” you didn’t like how shaky your voice was.

as beomgyu presses play on the film, you can’t help but place your eyes on the screen. you suddenly wished that you had called beomgyu over earlier, like when it was still light outside.

a sudden jumpscare causes you to squeak and cover your eyes from the fear.

“hey, hey,” beomgyu grabs your hand into his. “are you okay?” he asks, worry evident in his tone.

you nod and gulp, glad you weren’t currently chewing at that time because you would have definitely choked.

beomgyu looks at you skeptically. “you can snuggle into me, if you want,” he tells you, eyes big and concerned. “i’ll keep you safe.”

you melted.

smiling, you readjust yourself so that you’re positioned in the opposite direction. you snuggle into your friend like you’ve done several times before, but something about this time was different. you couldn’t lay a finger on why.

“better?” he asks, looking down at your comfy state.

you nod, a small smile on your face. “better.”

beomgyu smiles too and looks back at the screen, his arm tightly around your shoulder. 

he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t like this. the two of you, closely snuggled, just chillin’. 

he gives your shoulder a small squeeze as you bury deeper into him as a disturbing scene plays.

“you’re okay,” he whispers to you. “it’s just a movie.”

you nod and grab another handful of popcorn.

throughout the rest of the movie, you keep repeating beomgyu’s words. it’s just a movie, it’s just a movie.

when the end credits finally roll, you let out a big sigh of relief and pull yourself from beomgyu’s embrace. thankfully for him, you don’t notice the small frown on his face as you do so.

“that’s sure to keep me up all night,” you chuckle, stretching your arms a bit. “how about you?”

beomgyu shrugs. “nah, i’m good,” he says casually, making you roll your eyes.

“come on, you weren’t freaked out at all?” you poke his stomach, surprised to find out that area was also quite rock solid as well. had he always been this fit?

“it was definitely disturbing,” he replies. “i wouldn’t say it scared me at all though.”

you pout. why must he be so cool? 

“whatever,” you sigh and reach into the bag for more popcorn, coincidentally at the same time beomgyu does.

you gasp at the warm feeling of his hand and pull away. “i’m sorry, you go first.”

he shakes his head and gestures towards you. “no way, ladies first.”

“okay, okay, fine,” you dig into the bag and pull out three pieces of popcorn.

beomgyu chuckles and digs in. “how rom-com cliché was that?”

“ha, yeah,” you run a hand through your hair. “very cliché.” 

yes, you did think it was cliché. but did that mean that you didn’t enjoy it? not at all. something about feeling beomgyu’s hand, something you had done so many times before, felt different. everything about him that night so far had felt different. you just couldn’t figure out what it was for the life of you.

“so, now what?” he asks you, some of his hair falling into his eyes. 

you hadn’t admitted it yet, but you really liked his hair at that length. when he first started growing it out, you told him it was stupid, but that was obviously a lie.

“uh, i don’t know,” you shrug. “we can play a game or something?”

“nah, we do that all the time,” beomgyu rests his arms on the back of the couch, sitting more comfortably with his legs spread a bit further apart, which you personally wished he hadn’t done.

something about his legs spread like that made you feel a little uneasy. but he had sat like that tons of times before, so why now did it feel so different?

“y/n?” beomgyu’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “you good? you kind of spaced out there.”

you nod quickly. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine.” you force a smile.

“hm, are you sure?” your friend tilts his head, as if he was questioning you.

“y-yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you mentally smack yourself for stuttering.

beomgyu smirks. “well, the stutter for one,” you feel your heart start beating faster when he inches himself just a tiny bit closer to where you were seated beside him. “but you’ve also been acting different since i got here.”

“how do you mean?”

“you don’t think i caught you staring all throughout the movie?” beomgyu smirks and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.

“u-um,” you have no words to say. you were caught. you take your bottom lip underneath your teeth and look away, flustered. “well-”

before you even try to explain yourself, you feel something soft and wet on your lips. you don’t even have time to figure out what it is. you know exactly what’s happening.

beomgyu was kissing you. and you were kissing him back.

you had no idea that the feeling of your best friend of fifteen years would be such a good kisser, nor that his lips would feel as heavenly as they did.

what started out as your usual soft kiss quickly escalated into a more heated and passionate kiss as beomgyu’s tongue skillfully entered your mouth.

your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as a small whine emits from you.

next thing you know, beomgyu is pulling you onto his lap, deepening the kiss even more.

his hands find your ass quickly, massaging slowly, earning another whine from you.

after your whine you nearly die at the feeling of something hard growing beneath you. and from what you could feel through your shorts and beomgyu’s sweats, he was going to be a lot to handle.

beomgyu finally pulls his lips (and tongue) from your mouth and instead moves his extremely skilled lips to your neck sucking dark marks onto your skin.

you, however, were still trying to figure what was happening. should you just let everything happen or try to talk with beomgyu? you decided not to ruin the moment.

you lean your head back, giving beomgyu better access to your skin. he finds a particularly good spot, making you let out a moan of pure pleasure.

beomgyu pulls away from your skin to look at you. his eyes were dark and lustful, making you whimper, just from seeing them. 

his hands find the hem of your sweater, waiting until after you give consent to lift it over your head and toss it onto the floor.

staring at your now bare chest, he hardens even more beneath you. you just knew that his size was going to wreck you.

“your parents aren’t coming home until the morning, right?” he looks at you through hooded eyes. 

you nod furiously, impatient at this point. “yes, yes, we have the whole night to ourselves, beomgyu,” you tell him, voice frantic. “please...”

“please what?” he raises a brow at you. “what do you want me to do to you?”

you whine and tug at the bottom of his sweater. “off, please,” you whimper as he moves his hips slightly, his bulge pressing harder against you. you couldn’t even tell if that was intentional or not. 

beomgyu doesn’t hesitate to pull his striped sweater off, over his head. your eyes nearly bug out of your head at the sight of your friend’s toned, muscular upper body. especially his arms. you felt weak.

“anything else you want, hm?” beomgyu looks at your red cheeks and agape mouth.

“y-yes, please,” you practically beg. “w-want you i-in me...”

beomgyu smirks that devilish smirk and reaches down to pull his length from his sweats. you feel your mouth watering.

“c’mere,” he beckons for you to lift your hips so he can pull your shorts down. you shiver at the feeling of his hands on your bare hips as he aligns his large length with your aching heat.

“p-please, beomgyu,” you whine as he teasingly rubs his tip across your folds.

“beg for it, slut,” he growls, surprising you. but it was definitely a pleasant surprise, because you felt your wetness multiply by fourths. you just had to obey him.

“please, beomgyu,” you start, hoping that the whine in your tone was desperate enough for him. “please, fuck me until i can’t walk, until i’m screaming your name, begging to cum. please break me, ruin me, please!”

“fuck,” beomgyu groans at your words, precum leaking from his tip. he was pleased to hear that you needed him as badly as he needed you. “be careful what you ask for.” he warns you, his voice a few octaves deeper as he finally enters you.

you let out a moan as soon as you feel him, your head falling back. “o-oh my god,” you groan, feeling him stretch your walls out with his size. “y-you’re so- fuck!”

you don’t even get to finish telling beomgyu how big he is before he bucks his hips up into yours, immediately hitting your spot. he delivers a smack to your ass before speaking. “ride me, slut, show me how badly you want me.”

of course you comply, slowly beginning to bounce of beomgyu’s length, his tip hitting your spot every time. “g-god, beomgyu-” you let out a weak moan of his name, the pleasure just starting but already so overwhelming.

“fuck, baby, just like that,” beomgyu groans, throwing his head back, letting out what you thought to be the hottest sound on earth, a deep, rather loud moan of pleasure.

you would have never expected beomgyu to be a moaner. maybe a grunter, or a groaner at most, but never a moaner. you were pleasantly surprised.

as you began to bounce your hips faster, beomgyu just got louder and louder. you could barely even hear your own moans. “god, you’re such a slut,” he growls, delivering another harsh smack to your ass. “riding me like your life depends on it. such a filthy whore for me.”

his words make your knees weak. so weak, you could barely keep yourself upright. you place your hands on beomgyu’s chest, your nails, digging into his skin, leaving scratch marks on his chest, which you thought made his chest even more appealing.

“ride me harder, come on, baby,” beomgyu urges you, panting between his moans. “show me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

you bite your lip hard as you begin to slam your hips down onto beomgyu with no mercy. “please, beomgyu, i want it so bad,” you practically scream your plea, your insides churning at the sound of beomgyu’s loud, deep moans.

you were surprised with yourself. you didn’t think you could need beomgyu so badly. in fact, you hadn’t until tonight. yes, you still were slow on figuring out what exactly was happening.

“fuck, baby, you drive me crazy,” beomgyu growls as he starts bucking his hips up, meeting yours on their way down. the impact makes you scream from the pleasure. “gonna fuck you like you deserve.” he grips your hips hard as he continuously pounds into you at lightning speed. 

“b-beom-g-gyu!” you let out scattered moans as beomgyu thrusts into you, your eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back. 

“yeah? is this what you wanted, slut?” he speaks again, that growl back to his voice.

“y-yes-!” you cry out, voice scratchy from screaming. you couldn’t believe how much pleasure you were receiving from your best friend. you were through the roof.

your heartbeat quickened even more when you felt beomgyu’s hand wrap around your throat tightly, choking you. he somehow managed to know all your kinks.

“o-oh, fuck-” you choke out, eyes rolling back slightly as beomgyu’s cock slams up into you at an animalistic speed.

his growls and moans mixed with your own moans and small screams erupt inside the once peaceful room. “g-gyu, c-close,” you choke out, your toes curling from the overwhelming pleasure.

“cum for me, slut,” beomgyu pants and slaps your ass once more, looking at you with those dark eyes. “scream my name so the neighbors can hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

you bite your lip at his words, feeling dizzy. you clench around his length, earning another loud moan from him. “s-shit, y/n, do that again.” he growls to you, and you have to comply.

you clench around him again, and his grip on your throat tightens ever so slightly. “fuck, you’re so good, y/n,” he praises you, his free hand massaging the reddening skin of your ass.

“i-i- beomgyu!” you try to warn him that your release was coming but of course, to no avail as you scream his name as you release all over his length, your eyelids fluttering.

“holy shit, y/n,” he groans at the sight of you falling apart. “gonna make me cum now...”

“inside, please-” you pant, coming down from your high. “i’m on the pill.”

“thank god,” beomgyu sighs in relief, his thrusts getting faster and messier before finally coming to a stop as his cum fills you up, a deep groan exiting his mouth.

you shake, overcome with pleasure, panting as the two of you come down from your highs. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, your foreheads now resting on each other.

“b-beomgyu...” you whisper as he opens his eyes to see you.

“y-yeah?” he asks, still panting as he raises an eyebrow at you.

“i-is now a bad time to say that, um,” you bite your lips, searching for the words to use. “i think i might...like you...?”

beomgyu’s eyes widen at your words and his lips curl into a smile. “it wouldn’t be a bad time at all,” he shakes his head gently. “i think i like you too, y/n.”

“oh,” you laugh and smile at him, pulling your forehead off of his before continuing. 

“this was different.”

3055 words.

i feel like in little space, ni-ki would be less of a caregiver and just be a chaos-causing gremlin. i know for a fact this boy would bite 😭

please have this small very low effort scenario

"ah, y/n, you want some of my strawberries?"

"yes please, riki!!"

"sike lmfao"

reader cries, to which ni-ki calls jungwon in a panic

"AYO JUNGWON HYUNG Y/N IS ACTING WEIRD AND NOW SHE'S CRYING SOMEONE HELP??? PLEASE????"

jungwon shows up with sunoo from dance practice, immediately realizes what's happening as far as your regressed state, and rolls his eyes knowingly because without reader having to say anything, he knows nishimura riki has been up to no good with you

instead of letting jungwon help however, sunoo rolls his eyes as he reaches the same realization, grabs the door handle to ni-ki's dorm room the two of you had been hanging out in, and closes it in his face, leaving a very dumbfounded ni-ki to fend for himself

reader launches one of ni-ki's socks he left on the floor at him, bringing the attention back to themself, and pouts at him

ni-ki, still confused, just opens the door and runs

bro this is so good- this is TOO good. you should do my job for me 😭 i'm retiring, bye guys. this anon will be taking my place. NAH BUT FR do you write?? you totally should ong

hey y’all :D it’s me (blueberrycheol) except that’s not who i am anymore :D i decided to redo my account and make it a place for tbz & txt imagines but i will sometimes write for other groups :)

i decided to redo my account’s aesthetic and stuff so i hope y’all like the new look :) i may look different but i’m still me, still same ol’ berry <3

focus | lee juyeon.

you think that having flirty, cocky juyeon as your lab partner is the worst thing that could happen. who would have thought it would turn out the way it did?

+ warnings // lots and lots of plot. fem!reader. some fluff at the end. slight corruption kink. reader has a thing for hands (because juyeon’s hands ASDFJAKJF). masturbation. virgin reader. fingering. oral (m & f receiving). eventual smut. unprotected sex. rough sex. filthy. dirty talk. swearing. juyeon’s hands aren’t the only part of him that’s huge. ;) + author notes //  hello! this is my first time publishing something on here, as well as my first time publishing a smut anywhere. i have never been all that confident when writing smut (i’m much more comfortable reading it) so i’m a tad nervous. i hope you all can enjoy this and if you do, feel free to leave positive feedback <3 it would be very much appreciated ;)

-------------------------------------- “...choi y/n and lee juyeon.” shit. as the teacher finishes reading off the pairings, you sneak a glance over at your new lab partner, seated across the room. he looks unbothered, his chin resting on his fist, which is propped up on the table. sigh. you didn’t not like juyeon, that wasn’t it at all. you just did not want to be lab partners with him. he was cocky, flirty, and could not focus for the life of him. you had worked with him the year prior for an english project, in which you ended up doing all the work. and it wasn’t that you found his flirtiness annoying, it was just that he somehow knew all the ways to make you absolutely weak.  the teacher instructs the class to move next to their partners and you let out a sigh. you never thought you would miss being partners with snobby kim yunhee, but here you were, already missing her loud chewing of her gum, and her unnecessary hair flips.

sighing yet again, you stand up slowly, gathering your things up, and starting the walk towards where juyeon was seated. 

he eyes you as you sit beside him, setting your books on the table with a soft thud. “hello, y/n,” he greets you, tone polite.

“hi,” you say back, voice smaller and weaker than you would have liked it to be. “are you ready to get started?”

juyeon shrugs his shoulders, his head now turned fully towards you. you broke eye contact as quickly as it started.  “um, okay,” you gulp, opening your text book to the page instructed. “we need to label the parts...” juyeon is quickly bored while you’re reading the instructions. instead, he changes his focus to your body language. the way you’re picking at your fingernails, your soft blue nail polish chipping off as you do. the way you were bouncing your left leg underneath the table. signs of being nervous.

“do i make you nervous, y/n?” he smirks, watching as your head lifts up towards him, eyes a bit wider than usual.

“wha...what?” you stumble on your words, confused by his sudden question. “what do you mean?” oh you knew exactly what he meant. “bouncing your leg, picking at your nails,” he points out the things you didn’t even realize you were doing. “signs of nervousness.” you quickly still your leg movements and sit on your hands so you stop picking at your nails. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you counter, looking at juyeon with fake confidence,

“you never answered my question,” juyeon persists.  “no, juyeon, you do not make me nervous,” you smile at him after blatantly lying. “there, happy?” he looks at you skeptically for a few moments, eyebrow raised, before humming. “mm, let’s get to work, shall we?”

you nod quickly, eager to take the attention off yourself. “yes, now, as i was saying,” you hurriedly switch your attention back to the textbook and start reading.

once again, juyeon lost interest. it’s not that he didn’t like science (though he didn’t), it was you. there was something about you. you looked so precious and innocent.

and he loved it.

“so, which part do you want to do?” you turn your head towards him, snapping him out of his rather interesting thoughts.

“hm?” he blinks softly, visible confusion on his face.

you give him an annoyed expression. “you didn’t hear a word i said.”

juyeon shakes his head. “no, sorry,” he apologizes, flashing that beautiful grin of his, as he scoots his chair slightly closer to yours.

how could you ever stay annoyed with him?

you let out an exasperated sigh, all your frustrations towards juyeon slowly breaking away. “okay, listen this time,” you tell him. “now-”

“you’re cute, you know.” juyeon interrupts, leaving you speechless with an agape mouth.

“i- what?” you blink rapidly, feeling your cheeks heat up. you hope that juyeon doesn’t notice.

juyeon’s lips curl into a smirk at your response.“i said that you’re cute,” he repeats, his eyes flitting down to your rosy cheeks, his signature smirk widening. “especially when you’re all flustered, like you are right now.”

you let out a huff and turn back towards the front of the classroom, your eyes desperately looking above at the clock. there was still half an hour left of the period. there was no way you were going to make it out alive.

“cat got your tongue, y/n?” juyeon asks, and you can feel his gaze on you. 

it took every ounce of bravery inside you to meet his eyes. when you finally did, he moved his face ever so slightly towards yours. 

“i ask again,” his voice was just above a whisper. “do i make you nervous, y/n?”

determined to keep your cool, you shake your head back and forth, not breaking eye contact. 

juyeon hums and sighs. “oh, well,” he leans back in his seat. “guess i was wrong.” he shrugs a little and turns his attention to the front of the class as the teacher begins speaking again.

you let out a big sigh of relief. being partners with juyeon had to be the worst possible thing ever. and it wasn’t just that he was impossible to work with due to his lack of focus, but it was because of the embarrassingly large affect he had on you.

while your teacher is still rambling on, you study juyeon from the corner of your eyes. god, was he attractive. if you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t think he was real. he was like a dream, honestly.

maybe it was his dreamy eyes that made your heart skip a few beats whenever he looked into yours. maybe it was his perfect lips that looked oh so kissable. maybe it was everything about his perfect face. 

maybe it wasn’t just his face that you were attracted to. maybe it was his large hands that you had moved your eyes to. his palms alone were about the size of your face. you couldn’t even imagine how good his hands must feel on-

“i think we should make a poster board,” juyeon says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” you hate how stupid you sound and you mentally smack yourself.

“for the project,” juyeon explains. “were you not listening?” you catch his lips curling into that stupid smirk again.

“i...zoned out a bit, yeah,” you admit, offering an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

juyeon shakes his head. “not a problem,” he tells you. “let’s just get back to work.”

you nod quickly, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “yeah, let’s do that.”

juyeon wasn’t stupid. he knew that you were eyeing him up while the teacher was talking. he could feel your eyes on him throughout the whole thing. he was pleased that he could cause you to lose focus like you had been doing to him the whole lesson.

“since our element is carbon, we should explain what things carbon can be found in, where you can find it and where it originated, it’s number, mass, etc, etc,” you list, drawing a small diagram on your notebook of what you thought your poster board should look like. “how does that sound?”

“sounds great,” juyeon says, impressed that he was actually able to listen for once. “you really know your stuff, huh?”

you blush a little at his praise. “well, i like to think that,” you internally cringe at the giggle you let out. what were you, twelve?

“so, am i going over to your place after school so we can work on this?” he asks you, leaning over to you, his head still propped up on his arm.

you internally scream. lee juyeon. in your house. what was even happening? “uh, sure,” you nod cautiously. you rip a piece off your notebook page and scribble down your address. “here’s my address.” place the paper into his warm, much larger hand.

he smiles at tucks the paper into his pocket without even looking at it. “see you at around 3:30, then?”

“yeah, that’s fine, see you then,” you stand up just as the bell rings, gathering your things quickly. “bye, juyeon!” you wave to him before bolting out of that classroom before he can wave or say anything back.

the rest of the day is a blur. all you think about and look forward to is after school. 

so when the final bell rings, you manage to get to your locker, get your hoodie, and get outside the school in a record time of three minutes.

there was so much you to do before juyeon showed up. you’d have to change, tidy your room a bit (just in case he wanted to look around), and make sure your parents weren’t coming back from their business meeting in the next hours.

but somehow, after fluffing your pillows, making your bed, checking your parents’ business calendar, and changing into a comfy hoodie and some shorts, you’re still not prepared when there’s a loud knock at the door.

taking a long sip of your water, you set your glass on the counter and make your way towards the front door.

“hello, y/n,” juyeon greets you when you open the door.

you take a few moments to admire his outfit before letting him in. his black tee shirt was nicely tucked into his jeans that you wished weren’t so damn tight. his hair was parted, and styled the same as it was earlier. he looked unbelievable.

“...can i come in?” he asks you. little did you know, that was the second time he had asked.

“oh, yes, sorry,” you apologize and pull the door open, allowing him in. “come in, please.”

he smiles and walks past you, entering your home. he eyes the cozy color scheme, the various paintings above the furniture, and the antique lamp that sat atop a table. he found it all very interesting.

“so, do you want to get started?” you ask, nervously playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“i want to look around for a bit, if that’s fine with you,” juyeon turns around to look at you, eyeing you a bit more subtly than you did to him.

you’re thankful that you cleaned your room. “yes, of course,” you nod. “let me show you around.”

juyeon smiles as you lead him into the small kitchen area. “do you want anything to eat or drink?”

he shakes his head. “no, thank you,” he declines with a warm smile towards you.

you were surprised by how much of a gentleman he was being. you nod in understanding and lead him into the dining room. “this is the dining room, where i eat dinner,” you explain, face palming at your own stupidity. that was common sense, you dumbass. 

juyeon smiles and laughs a little. your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, realizing just how beautiful of a sound it was.

you then lead him down the small hallway past your parents room and the bathroom, and finally to your bedroom.

“this is my room,” you explain, your voice a little shaky. lee juyeon is in your bedroom.

intrigued, juyeon looks around the room. he’d be lying if he said that this wasn’t the room he was looking forward to the most. something about seeing the soft pink and white colors of your bedroom, the small selection of stuffed animals arranged on the floor near your closet. it looked so pretty, just like you.

so pretty, and so innocent.

“so, that’s it!” you clap your hands together. “shall we start on the project now?”

“sure,” juyeon smiles at you, making your heart flutter. you were sure that he knew what he was doing. “lead the way, babe.”

your eyes widen and you turn around, quickly leading juyeon back into the living room, blushing furiously.

he had just called you ‘babe’. you were sure that you had died right there in that moment. it sounded so lovely coming from his lips. better yet, he was saying it to you. 

“s-so, i found this poster board in the storage closet,” you explain, gulping a bit as you pick up the board to show juyeon. “do you think it’s good enough?”

he smiles, not necessarily at your poster board selection, but at your clearly flustered state. “it’s great,” he gives a thumbs up. your heart does a flip at the sight of his large fist. oh the things you wished he would do to you.

“okay, let’s get to work, then,” you sit down on the carpet, annoyed at yourself for your flustered state being much too obvious.

juyeon thought it was cute, how flustered you were. he had always thought it was cute, since the first time you had worked together. he had wanted to spend more time with you, but your schedules never lined up, and your were in very different social groups. it would never work out.

“let me tell you something, y/n,” juyeon speaks, unintentionally cutting you off. “i could tell you were a bit-” he pauses, searching for the words. “-reluctant to work with me,”

“what makes you think that?” you rub your arm nervously. now look what you did, you probably hurt his feelings!

“you don’t have the best experience of being partners with me,” he says, tucking one leg up to his chest. “i wouldn’t focus for the life of me. and i still haven’t been very good at focusing.”

you shrug and smile softly. “it’s not your fault if you struggle with focusing, juyeon.”

he sighs and nods. “i’m sorry, though,” he apologizes. “you deserve someone who matches the level you’re at academically.”

“don’t call yourself, dumb.”

“i didn’t,” juyeon furrows his brows. “i just meant that you’re better at focusing than i am.”

now you really felt like a bitch. “oh,” you mentally slap yourself fifty times. “i didn’t mean it like that, i’m so sorry, juyeon, please, i don’t-”

“it’s fine, y/n,” juyeon shakes his head, laughing a little. “i know what you meant.”

“but, still-” you begin to persist. 

“y/n.” juyeon says sternly. you shut up immediately, looking down at the floor.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like when juyeon used that tone. you secretly wished he’d use it again.

“it’s fine, okay?” he says, and you could tell he meant it. “don’t worry about it.”

little did you know, there was more that juyeon wanted to tell you, but he decided against it.

the two of you spend the next three hours working on and finishing your project. it was actually fun, working with juyeon. turns out, you actually had some things in common. like the fact that you both like hello kitty and fashion, and that you both hate algebra.

“how does it look?” you ask, holding up the finished poster next to you.

juyeon nods in approval. “i think it turned out nicely,” he smiles at you. “good job, babe.” he winks at you, making your insides do cartwheels.

“would you stop calling me that?” you groan. “it’s cringey.”

“what’s cringey, calling you babe?” he tilts his head in a dog-like way.

“yes.”

he taps his chin in thought for a few moments. “if i didn’t know any better,” he starts, and you already feel yourself panicking. what does he know, your thoughts are filled with fear. 

“i’d think you have a little crush on me, y/n,” he continues, smirking that devilish smirk that you’ve grown to have a love-hate relationship with. “is that right?”

is that right? is that right? of course it was right. you were shit at hiding how terribly flustered juyeon could make you, and he of course caught on quickly. 

panicking, you shake your head quickly. “nope,” you reply.

“ah, really?” juyeon raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “so if i called you cute right now, you wouldn’t blush?”

“i don’t get called cute often, i’d blush if anyone called me that.” you tell him. the first part is true, but the latter is false. if anyone else called you cute, you probably wouldn’t bat an eye. but when juyeon did it...that was another story.

“hm, okay,” juyeon nods, and for a second, you think you’ve fooled him. “well, if it helps, i do think you’re quite cute, you know.”

shit. you feel not just your cheeks heat up, but your entire face. “juyeon,” you whine in protest.

now it’s juyeon’s turn to panic. hearing you whine his name like that - even though you hadn’t meant it in that way at all - had his thoughts racing profusely. 

it didn’t help when you shifted your weight from one leg to the other, allowing him to get what he thought he was an undesired peek at your upper thigh. he was wrong. it was very desired. and so were you at that exact moment.

juyeon clears his throat, remembering his current goal. “look at that, you’re all flustered again,” he hums, admiring your strawberry colored cheeks. “isn’t that right, babe?”

damn it. double kill. you bite your lip hard as you stare a hole into your carpet. you thought you felt a small trickle of blood on the skin of your lips from how hard your teeth were digging into them.  “hey, don’t bite your lips like that,” juyeon tells you, one, because he didn’t want you to make sores on them, and two, because it was also one of the things that drove him crazy. “if you bite them off, how is a pretty girl like you supposed to get kisses, hm?”

you gulp as juyeon lifts your chin up with one finger. you felt his eyes looking into yours, but you keep your gaze on the floor. “i’ve never been kissed before,” you mumble, lowkey ashamed to admit something like that to him. “and i doubt i will be anytime soon, so don’t worry about it-”

before you can ramble on any longer, you’re cut off by the heavenly, unreal feeling of juyeon’s lips on yours. with your heartbeat quickening and your once fiddling hands coming to a panicked halt on your thighs, you quickly melt into the feeling.

juyeon was kissing you. for a moment, you felt like you had ascended. his lips were so soft against your chapped and bloody ones. you cautiously began to move your lips against his, following the movements of his and what you had seen in movies.

after what you wished was an eternity, juyeon slowly pulls his lips from yours, licking your blood off of his own lips with a small smirk. and you found that so unbelievably hot.

“w-what was- what did you- huh?” you blink several times, still trying to process everything, ignoring your unnatural heartbeat and the swirling in your stomach. 

“now you’ve been kissed,” juyeon says. the way he said it casually, like it was nothing. you wanted to slap him for being so insanely cool. “you’re welcome.” he winks again, and then you wanted to slap yourself for being so easily affected. 

juyeon pats your cheek softly before rising to feet. “i should get going, it’s almost dinner time,” he smiles at you one last time before heading towards the front door. “see you tomorrow, y/n.” he greets farewell, and then he’s gone. 

you’re left seated on the carpet, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. you weren’t even upset that juyeon had just left. you were honestly a bit pleased that he did, because if he hadn’t, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to control yourself. 

you check the time on your phone, and notice the oddly different lockscreen photo. did you change it recently? you didn’t think so. last time you checked, it was still that cute photo of you and your friend from your last time at the beach.

then it dawned on you. this wasn’t your phone. it was juyeon’s.

taking a deep breath, you get ready to knock on the vaguely familiar door of juyeon’s shared apartment. luckily you still had the slip of paper he had written his address on from when you worked on your english project at his place last year. 

you started having second thoughts. you could just give him his phone back tomorrow. but he’ll probably be wanting it during the hours between now and tomorrow morning. 

taking yet anothe deep breath, you knock on the door, ready to be face to face with juyeon yet again.

much to your luck, juyeon doesn’t answer the door at all. instead, you’re face to face to with a curly haired boy that you recognized as one of juyeon’s friends. he was a few years younger than you.

“hello, is juyeon home?” you ask the boy. “i’m y/n, his lab partner. he left his phone at my place.”

the boy nods. “yeah, he’s in his room,” he opens the door all the way, allowing you in. “last room on the left.” 

you thank the boy and begin walking towards the room you were informed was juyeon’s.

the door to his room is closed. you raise your fist to knock before you stop yourself, hearing faint sounds from behind the door. curious, you press an ear to the door, and immediately wish you hadn’t.

the sounds you were hearing were moans. and they had to be the most sexy, beautiful sounding moans you had ever heard. they had to be from juyeon. it was his room after all.

you couldn’t even imagine what he was doing in there. was he with someone else? was he by himself? you really wished it was the latter. 

you knew that you shouldn’t, but your curiousity and feelings were taking over your conscience. you slowly twisted the knob to juyeon’s room. thankfully it wasn’t locked. 

as you push the door open, open enough for you to peek in, your eyes nearly bug out of your head. 

there he was. lee juyeon, on his bed, head back against his pillows, hand wrapped around his hard cock, soft moans leaving his perfect lips. it was very much a sight for sore eyes.

you knew that you should, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. you watched as juyeon stroked his hard length at a fast pace. a little bit of drool fell from your lips when he let out a heavenly moan.

juyeon’s eyes were screwed shut as beads of sweat fell from his forehead. his lips were slightly parted, letting out the hottest sounds.

“fuck,” juyeon breathes out, his voice raspy. he bucks his hips up into his fist hard, the sight causing you to let out a small whimper.

he must’ve been going at it for a while before you got there, since he was close to his release. you could tell from the way his movements were staggered and his breaths were short and hurried.

the sight of juyeon releasing would be one always burned into your memory. the way his head flew back into the pillow and the way his mouth hung open, a sigh of pure pleasure falling from it. if you could, you would’ve recorded it so you could watch it on loop for the rest of time.

then you remembered: you came here to return juyeon’s phone to him. you couldn’t just barge in now and give it to him, no no. not after seeing all that you saw. 

so, you decide to wait a little, occasionally peeking in at juyeon, seeing him rising off the bed with a sigh. even while looking a mess, he was still ethereal. 

he had put his length back into his pants, thankfully, so you didn’t have to gawk at it anymore than you already had. and you thought his hands were large.

as juyeon starts walking towards the door, you take a few steps back.

“oh, there you are,” you smile at him, like you hadn’t just seen him in the hottest possible form.

his eyes widen a little at the sight of you. “y/n, hi,” he greets. “how long have you been here?” he asks. you almost smirk at the tinge of worry in his voice.

“oh, i just got here,” you lie. you dig in your hold up his phone for him. “you left your phone at my place.”

“shit, really?” he laughs and takes his phone from your much smaller hands. “i didn’t even realize. thanks, y/n.” you shrug. “no problem,” you offer a smile at him. “what are friends for?”

a smirk curls onto juyeon’s lips. “so, we’re friends, hm?”

“u-uh,” you stutter. you realize that you and juyeon hadn’t exactly put a label on your relationship, whatever it was. “i mean, i guess?”

he nods, leaning against the doorframe. “i see,” he hums to himself before looking back at you. “wanna chill for a bit?” “um, here?” you ask, looking around the small hallway. 

“no, in my room, duh,” juyeon crosses his arms over his chest. “i realize that we don’t know all that much about each other.” 

i know a little too much about you, actually, you want to tell him. “okay, sure,” you nod and grin softly. 

juyeon beams and your heart does somersaults. the smallest things about him made your insides act up. “come on in,” he holds his door open and you hesitantly enter. 

it felt a little awkward, being in the room that you had previously seen something out of a porno. but juyeon didn’t have to know that little detail.

“you can sit down, you know,” juyeon speaks, staring at you, who’s standing awkwardly in the center of the room. you notice that he had closed the door, making your heart start acting up again.

“oh, right,” you shuffle awkwardly to seat yourself on juyeon’s bed, which was rather comfy. you almost fell into it. “very comfy.”

he smiles and chuckles. “it is, isn’t it?” he hums, taking your place, standing in the middle of the room. his eyes were glued to you.

you feel yourself blush under his gaze. it was insane, the affect he had on you. even while doing the simplest things, such as simply staring at you.

“i hope you enjoyed the show,” juyeon says suddenly.

“show?” you tilt your head. “what show?” 

“don’t play coy, y/n,” juyeon says. his voice had the same stern tone from earlier. “i saw you.”

you feel your heartbeat quicken. what did he mean ‘i saw you’? “saw me...?”

“you didn’t just get here, y/n,” juyeon steps closer to you. “you were before i found you. you saw me while i was jerking off.”

you feel a knot form in your throat. “look, i can explain-” you begin, before juyeon presses a long finger to your lips. 

“don’t explain a thing, babe,” he tells you, his voice a few octaves deeper. “i know exactly what you were doing.”

“juyeon-” 

you’re shut up by juyeon’s lips once again, although this time, the kiss isn’t soft at all like the one prior. this kiss had more passion, more hunger. juyeon was hungry. 

he hovers over you, your back lowering against the bed, your lips staying connected. you didn’t even care about explaining yourself to juyeon anymore. the second his lips were on yours, all your worries gradually fell away.

your face heats up as he enters his tongue into your mouth, earning a small whine from you.

your arms come to a rest around his shoulders, a move you only know from movies. you honestly didn’t know what to do in this situation, since you had never experienced it before.

when juyeon finally pulls his heavenly lips from yours, you look up at him with big eyes. you hoped your need wasn’t too obvious in them.

your hopes were not answered. juyeon smirks at you. “you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, baby?”

you couldn’t deny any longer. you nod in defeat, looking down, avoiding eye contact with juyeon, who was still hovering over you, large hands resting on your thighs.

“mm, so i’ve been right all along?” he tilts his head in mock confusion.

“yes, juyeon,” you reply in small voice. you really wished that he would take his hands off your thighs before he realized the seeping wetness through your shorts.

he steps back and hums, tapping his chin. “hm, what to do with you?” he thinks, eyes finally landing on the unnaturally darker fabric of your shorts in between your thighs. much to your dismay, that cocky smirk returns once more.

“j-juyeon, please,” you let out a small whine, feeling no shame with your need anymore. “t-touch me...”

“touch you, hm?” he hovers over you again, his lips daringly close to yours. “touch you where? here?” he presses a hand to your heat, making you gasp.

you nod furiously. “yes, yes, there,” you look down as he slowly begins pulling your shorts off of you.

you couldn’t believe this was happening. it was crazy enough that you were in juyeon’s bedroom, and now he was touching you?

“oh, you’re soaked,” juyeon says, his words coming out almost moan-like. you could tell that he was as needy as you were, maybe even more so. he slides a finger down your folds, making you squirm at the touch.

“you want my fingers in you, y/n?” juyeon looks at you with a teasing gleam in his eyes.

“y-yes, juyeon.”

and with that, he plunges one finger into your soaked heat, making you grab his wrist with a gasp.

“just let me know if it’s ever too much, okay?” he tells you, voice softer than before. it made your heart flutter that he could still be so caring during a time like this.

once you nod, juyeon starts to move his finger, pulling it in and out at a slow pace. soft whines leave your lips at the feeling, and a louder gasp leaves your lips when you feel a second finger enter you.

juyeon doesn’t take his eyes off of your face, loving your expressions. he admires the way your mouth hangs open, and they way you furrow your brows from the pleasure. he listens to the sounds you make, every one making him spiral.

“m-more, juyeon,” you breathe out, voice shaky. “p-please...”

juyeon complies and adds a third finger, stretching you even more. you let out a moan at this, your head falling back a little. soft whines of his name leave your lips as you feel a tingly feeling in your lower regions.

“you’re close, baby,” juyeon whispers. you don’t have time to ask how he knows, because he starts to curl his fingers inside you, making you let out a moan that was louder than you wanted it to be.

you bite your lip, trying to control your noises, but to no avail. juyeon’s fingers were sending you over the moon. “j-juyeon, i-i can’t-” you stutter from the overflowing pleasure. “gonna-” you’re cut off by your orgasm arriving, your juices spilling onto juyeon’s fingers.

“good girl,” he praises you while pulling his fingers from your folds with a small squelch sound. your eyes widen as he takes his own fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off. the sight alone almost made you cum again. juyeon studies your current state. your bare lower half, the small beads of sweat above your brow, the way you let out deep pants as you calm down from your release. “j-juyeon,” you make grabby hands for him, and he complies, walking closer to you. “l-let me...”

“hm?” juyeon raises a brow at you, acting like he didn’t know what you wanted, when he knew exactly what it was.

“w-wanna suck your cock...” you finally get out, blushing at your own vulgar words.

“is that so?” juyeon smirks as his hands fall to his jeans zipper. he frees his length and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

you really should have considered juyeon’s size before offering to suck him off.

“i-i don’t think it’ll fit,” you gulp, your eyes not leaving the sight in front of you.

juyeon smirks a little at your comment. “mm, really?” he leans down and grips your chin gently. “we’ll make sure it fits, then.” he pats your cheek gently before standing up straight again.

you nod nervously and slowly grab juyeon’s length, starting to stroke it slowly after spitting on it. you want to look up and see his reactions, but you were just too enthralled in his body that your eyes refused to comply to your wishes.

“take it in your mouth now,” juyeon instructs, watching as you begin to open your mouth. “slowly.”

you listen to his instructions and wet your lips with your tongue as you touch the tip of his cock to your lips. you slowly enter him inch by inch into your mouth, gagging a little when he hits the back of your throat.

“shit,” juyeon groans, looking down at you. he loved the sight of your face filled with his cock and he wished he could see that view forever. “just like that,” he groans out as you begin to move your lips on his shaft. this was your first blowjob. today had just been a day of firsts. first kiss, first time being fingered, and now, first time giving a blowjob. you wondered what else could possibly happen.

as juyeon lets out small groans of pleasure, you decide to swirl your tongue around his length, seeing how the difference in feeling would cause him to react.

“oh, fuck, y/n,” he pants out, his large hand finding your hair and pulling it into a ponytail. “you’re so good at this.” you moan a bit as his praise, sending vibrations through his shaft.

you start to suck faster, juyeon’s tip abusing your throat, but you didn’t care at all. you were pleased that you could get such sounds from juyeon. his deep groans were music to your ears.

“f-fuck, i’m close,” he breathes out, his grip on your hair loosening as he pulls his hand from your head. “gonna cum down your throat, babe.”

you nod the best you can around his length, eagerly waiting to taste juyeon’s cum. you start to suck harder, causing his head to fall back.

“fuck, baby,” juyeon groans as he releases down your throat. you have no choice but to swallow his cum.

you pull off of his length with a small ‘pop’ and look up at him with big doe eyes.

“and i’m supposed to believe that was your first time giving a blowjob?” he peers down at you with a smirk. “that was absolutely amazing, y/n.”

“thank you,” you blush, looking away. you felt awkward now, because if you looked up at all, you’d just be met with juyeon’s cock.

“lay back, babe,” juyeon instructs you.

you look up at him in confusion. “huh? why?” you question.

“i’m gonna repay the favor,” he tells you, and suddenly you’re sorry you asked.

you immediately feel your insides tingle at the thought of juyeon eating you out. you squirm around a bit as you slowly lower your back to the bed, laying back as juyeon instructed.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirks as he lowers himself to kneel in front of your folds, his head moving dangerously close to your soaked heat.

“yes, juyeon,” you nod your head in a small nod, gulping as you feel his hot breath on your sensitive area.

much like everything else that had happened that day, you had never been eaten out before. you were of course a bit nervous, but it was juyeon, so you had to trust him.

he licks a stripe up your folds, making you shiver at the feeling of his tongue. 

slowly, he enters his tongue into you, making you gasp from the odd sensation. “o-oh, wow,” you breathe out, surprised at how good it felt.

juyeon’s large hands grip onto your thighs, and that alone made you weak.

you tangle your fingers in juyeon’s soft hair as his tongue swims around your aching heat. “m-more, please...” you whine softly.

and just like that, juyeon is eating you out like a man starved. his tongue laps at your heat while his lips suck on your clit, causing you to let a very loud moan out of your lips.

“o-oh my god, juyeon,” you head lolls back against the bed, your fists gripping the sheets. you can’t stop moaning as juyeon works his magic.

you didn’t even notice when you came, until he pulled away, looking at you with cum around his mouth. you felt weak. you felt even weaker when he licked your cum from his lips, smirking at you.

“you’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he chuckles as he pulls his pants all the way off, followed by his shirt. 

you’re in awe of his body. you went from not wanting to stare, to not wanting to ever look away. “y-you should be telling that to yourself...” you mumble, pupils dilated as he hovers over you once again, tugging on the hem of your hoodie, aka, the only bit of clothing you had on. once you nod at him, telling him he can take it off, he does so.

“shit,” now it’s juyeon’s tur to admire your body. he steps back once more to get the whole view. he hadn’t even fucked you, and yet you already looked so ruined. 

“you’ve never done this before, right?” he asks you, hovering over you again, looking down at your big needy eyes.

“no,” you shake your head, looking around juyeon at the door. “what if one of your friends walks in? the door isn’t locked.”

“they know not to come in when my door is closed,” juyeon answers. “don’t worry.”

you smile a bit and nod, relieved that you wouldn’t have to be humiliated.

“i’ll start off slow and gentle, okay?” juyeon informs. he leans down to plant a small peck on your nose. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you can’t help but blush and nod. “okay, thank you-” you begin to thank him, but your words are cut off by a moan as juyeon enters his length into you, his thickness stretching your walls to perfection.

you let out rushed breaths as juyeon stops his movements, looking at you with patient eyes. “tell me when you’ve adjusted,” he whispers to you in a soft tone. “so i know when it’s okay to move.”

you nod after a few seconds, eager to feel juyeon’s length abusing your hole. “you can move, please, move.”

you didn’t have to tell him twice. juyeon starts to move his hips into yours at a slow, but still very effective pace, since he didn’t even have to go that deep to hit your spot.

sweet moans leave your lips as juyeon grunts from the pleasure. “you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his fingers leaving marks on your hips from how tight his grip was.

with every second, juyeon was breaking you apart more and more. and he wasn’t even going that hard on you. yet. “s-so big...” you whine hopelessly as juyeon’s size tears at your insides. you couldn’t help but ask for more.

“j-juyeon, c-can you go faster?” you ask between moans, looking up at him.

“are you sure?” he looks down at you. “i tend to get carried away.”

“please, juyeon,” you whine in frustration. “fuck me hard, please.”

you don’t need to say anymore. within a second, juyeon is pounding into you, making you scream from the pleasure. “oh, fuck!” you yell out, immediately covering your mouth, ashamed at how loud you were. you hoped that nobody else heard you.

juyeon rips your hand off of your mouth. “i want to hear your sounds, baby,” he says as his hips collide with yours harder every thrust.

you whine and bite your lip, your eyelids fluttering. you had never experienced so much pleasure before. you let out strings of moans, all of juyeon’s name, your hands coming to rest on his back and shoulders.

he looks down at you with a smirk. “look at you, just coming undone for me,” of course he had to be a talker. juyeon groans as you dig your fingernails into the skin of his back, dragging them down his flesh.

“juyeon,” you whine his name as he starts thrusting even deeper into you. endless moans leave your lips as juyeon takes you to heaven.

“you like being ruined like this, don’t you?” he asks you, a bit of a growl to his tone. he looks down to admire your body. he swore that he could see every ounce of innocence leaving your body. 

and he loved it. “y-yes, juyeon,” you moan loudly, your legs coming to wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper. “i love-i love it,” you take your arms off of his shoulders and instead return to gripping the sheets.

he groans at your praise, moving his hands off of your hips and onto your arms, pinning them above your head. the very action made you moan. “only i can fuck you like this,” he growls at you. “only i can make you feel this good.”

you nod enthusiastically. “yes, yes,” you mewl in pleasure. “only you, juyeon,”

pleased with your response, juyeon delivers harsher thrusts to your core, letting out groans and moans of his own. you just felt too good around him.

you felt that tingly feeling in your stomach again, signalling that you were about to cum. “j-juyeon, i-i’m-” you can’t finish your sentence, due to the fact that juyeon is fucking your brains out.

“i know, me too,” he groans, unpinning your arms and sliding his hand down to play with your clit while he fucks you. “cum for me, y/n, cum all over my cock.”

you can’t hold it in any longer and release with a loud moan, your eyes rolling back into your head momentarily. you feel juyeon’s rhythm start to get sloppy, showing that he is very close to his release.

juyeon thrusts a few more time, soft groans leaving his lips, before he pulls out, releasing all over your stomach with a satisfied sigh. 

as you both come down from your highs, juyeon lays beside you on his bed, looking over at you. “you’re amazing, y/n.” he says, making you instantly blush.

“thank you,” you smile sheepishly. “you are too.”

he leans in to kiss your cheek softly, his soft lips making you melt once more.

“i hope i made your first time memorable enough,” he says, playing with your hair that was fanned out around your head. “and i also hope i wasn’t too hard on you.”

“you were great, juyeon,” you tell him. “and don’t worry, i’m fine.”

he smiles and nods. “okay, that’s great.”

the two of you lay in silence for a while, just savoring the moment, before a question pops into your brain.

“wait, but if you saw me watching you,” you turn to face him with confused eyes. “why didn’t you stop?”

juyeon smirks. “i wanted you to see,” he hums, tracing patterns on your hip with his fingers. “i didn’t know why exactly you were here, but i figured, why not make the most of it.”

you blush softly at juyeon’s shamelessness. “you’re such a tease, you know that?”

“that’s the plan, princess,” juyeon winks at you, making your heart act up again. “that was always the plan.”

now you tilt your head. “always?” you question. “what you do mean ‘always’?”

he takes a deep breath before looking at you again. “y/n, i’m sorry for not being the best partner to work with. not today, and not last year. i never had trouble focusing with any other partners, and i had no idea why until it dawned on me after i left your place.”

“what did you realize?” you interrupt, eager to hear his answer.

“i realized that you are the reason i can’t focus,” juyeon explains. “it’s you and your cute little habits, like the way you rub your temple when something’s troubling you, and the way you play with your hair.” he stares at you longingly for a few seconds, and you’ve nothing to say, so he speaks again.

“i like you, y/n. a lot.”

you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. you wanted to reply but you simply couldn’t find enough words, so what you did say came out a little funny.

“i...you...like...lot...um, yeah.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers.

“huh?” juyeon cocks a brow at you.

“s-sorry,” you clear your throat. “i meant to say: i like you a lot, too.”

juyeon beams, seemingly shocked by your answer. “really? you do?”

you nod, smiling back at him. “very much so.”

“wow, okay,” he laughs softly to himself, giddy with excitement before looking back at you with big round eyes. “there’s something i’d like to ask you now.”

“go ahead, juyeon,” you nod, urging him to continue.

“choi y/n, would you like to be my girlfriend?” his facial expression shows that he already knows your answer. cocky bastard.

you nod furiously, your neck nearly snapping in half. “yes, yes, of course!” you throw your arms around juyeon’s neck, as he smiles and leans into you for a soft kiss. 

after the kiss comes to an end, you and juyeon both look at each other. “so, now what?” you ask, looking at him hopefully.

he shrugs and sighs. “i mean, you could stay for a while, if you want,” he tells you. “there’s a pretty big chance everyone heard everything, though.”

you smack yourself in the face, mad at yourself for being so loud. “shit, you’re right.” you groan.

“we could always just...” juyeon leans in again to plant a soft kiss on your temple, then one right next to your ear. “...stay here for a bit longer. i don’t think i’m done admiring my beautiful girlfriend yet.”

“oh, shut it,” you smack his arm, already feeling your face get hot. 

you had a feeling that you would in fact stay in his room for a while, and you weren’t even mad.

because now, juyeon was your focus.

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