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Sometimes surfing late at night through half the internet's the only thing keeping the demons in the back of your head away. Especially when it's dark in your room, just like in the moment with the moonlight as only light source. And sometimes, when it's impossible to sleep, it just helps to pass these torturing hours that usually ended up spend in pure frustration when rolling from one side to the other, no way to find inner peace even though you felt like you're about to fall over dead by how tired you were.
Or you have one of the nights like today where's it's neither. At times you just refused to go to bed early as you're busy with insignificant stuff on your phone. Checking Twitter, liking pictures on Instagram and occupy every other app you used on the daily. It really could be a curse at times, on some draining albeit existing days you just wanted to throw the phone out of the window by how much time it consumed.
But right now, you're having fun. Laying on your bed at some late hours after a rather stressful day to relax a bit. With music running in the background, you scrolled through your feed to see who posted something new. With Yoosung and Saeyoung being the most active on Insta, it's a rare phenomenon to see that Saeran posted a picture. One of the party, him, his brother and you in the middle. Seeing that caused you to smile, so you liked it.
Continuing onward, you saw some cat photos or drawings that were very well done, some people owned lots of patience and talent to create such good looking at. Somehow it'd string in your chest for a moment, considering V had been an artist as well. Past memories now. With your thoughts floating around the room, you suddenly got a message from none other than the little devil with red hair and minty colored eyes.
» Saeran: "Someone still awake? You should get your beauty sleep, princess."
You blushed and rolled your eyes at the text, why did he bother you when he's literally just a room away. He probably saw that you liked the photo, but what could he tell you. Talking about sleeping early when he's the biggest night owl you've ever met. Not to mention, his entire sleep rhythm's more fucked than yours, he had no right to complain. That's why you opened the private messenger to answer.
» You: "Says Mr. All-nighter? Let me stay up;;;"
After switching the app, you went back to scroll through your feed. It's really unfair to watch such professional cooking videos, you basically could smell the eggs through the screen. Maybe you should make yourself something similar in the morning. The next text actually frightened you since you'd been deep in thoughts, and who would've thought. It's him a second time.
» Saeran: "Quite naughty. Is it giving you confidence when only chatting through the phone, darling?"
For a moment you stared at the message, trying in vain to focus on only the pictures that appeared on your main screen. But as it's so often the case, his words, rather his charm, could reach you even through the phone. Therefore, it's not possible to ignore him. How could he text the way he spoke? Unfair. He managed to have your heart pick up speed.
» You: "I never said that. You're distracting me! Go to sleep, Saeran."
With a shaky finger you send the text and to your honest surprise, it's immediately marked as read before he began to type again. And as much as you wanted to enjoy watching some videos, he's intriguing you to the point where you couldn't close the app. Curious as to what he's going to send next, this man really put some curse on you. Otherwise you couldn't explain what got you so hooked up all the time. Making the heart of yours speed up due to a simple message.
» Saeran: "Distracting you? How interesting.. Maybe I should come over and distract you in a much more fun way~ Wouldn't you like that, puppy?"
The moment you registered the meaning of his words, your entire face glowed a deep shade of red. What the fuck. Not again. You sighed before hiding your embarrassment behind your hand, he couldn't stop being dirty for once in his life. The thought circled around your head now, him coming over and do.. whatever he's talking about. To your shame, it got you maybe a slightly bit excited. While biting down your lower lip, you tried to type steadily without too many typos.
» You: "Stop being a pervert for once, will you? God, you know no shame!"
» Saeran: "I know your body's heating up. It always does when I call you out."
How could he make it all just so much worse by being aware of your mechanisms? This guy spend way too much time staring or, even worse, touching your body. The sudden memory of his hands on your hips and the hight he put you on with his head between your legs back at the beach filled your head. It's as if he's touching you again, reading the message once more as you're using his voice instead. Only after a minute you realized the way your legs rubbed against each other, feeling ashamed right away.
» You: "You need to stop, seriously.. I don't know what your deal is, just sleep."
But he's right, you're heating up underneath the now too warm covers. With a pillow pressed to your chin in order to find composure, you couldn't help but feel his fingertips on the skin of your back again. His red hair the only thing you're seeing with your legs shaking from pleasure. That's a thing that never happened before, normally you didn't get worked up so quickly just by the thought of him. An unsteady sigh fell from your lips.
» Saeran: I bet you're burning by now, aren't you? The things I could do to you, lovely.. You wouldn't be able to walk the next day."
Fuck. Fuck this devil in disguise and the dammed ability to be so straight forward. And damn yourself as well for feeling a familiar kind of desire between your legs becoming harder to ignore. Saeran couldn't see you, correct? He couldn't know that he's right. Maybe if you kept the illusion you're not effected, he would stop messing around.
» You: "Shut up;; The only thing burning is your rest dignity. Jeez."
» Saeran: "Say that into my face when I tie you down onto the bed. We'll see how bold you're acting then."
A little whimper escaped you to drown out the silence of the room. You quickly placed an hand over your mouth to prevent any further noises to come out. Dear God, he's aware the best that you could never act that way in real life. Saeran knew what the flustered kind of mess you were, but these words made everything underneath your clothes just so much more difficult to handle. He couldn't know, right? If you just trace your hand down under your shirt to imagine his touch there.
» Saeran: "The little princess suddenly quiet, hm? Admit it, you want me to come over and bite your neck, scratch your back or suck on your thighs. I know how much you like that."
Your vision lost for a moment when imagining exactly that. Saeran above you, red hair sticky from sweat, eyes dark and filled with lust. His fingernails running down your back to leave red lines of pain mingling with pleasure. His teeth sinking into the most sensitive part of your neck, leaving a mark visible for days. You kicked off the blanket to slowly run one hand into your pants, touching your thigh where he would suck, leave you blue and purple down there.
With more strength you pressed the tips against your soft flesh, body twitching by the sensation, already so sensitive from just a text. Dammit Saeran, why couldn't he stop for once and have a normal conversation with you. Instead you breathed heavily, lifting your hand to type, praying he didn't know where your head or hand were at the moment.
» You: "You need Jesus, do you know that? I'm not thinking about sex all the goddamn time like you do."
» Saeran: "I only think about having sex with you. And how good I could make you feel, so much better than back at the beach."
» You: "Stop messing with me;;; I'm not in the mood for your attempt of sexting!"
This was so embarrassing, yet seeing him reveal that left you longing with need. Heading your hand towards the damp spot on your underwear. Was that possible? Even better than the incident at the beach, the day where you'd melted into a puddle out of pure pleasure? Things could feel better than that? The thought send a shiver down your spine. Your fingers felt really good when doing circling motions over your clothed clit. Fuck this guy and his dirty talk. How should you continue typing without betraying yourself?
» Saeran: "Hm~ I know you're wet. And you know what, doll? I'm tempted to come over and hear you beg for me to fuck you."
Another whine fell from your lips, louder than before by how the words caused the desire within to make your body tremble. You could picture it after placing down your phone to close your eyes, going into your panties for better friction. With your hands tied over your head, crying and begging because he would edge you until you're unable to take any more. And Saeran would smirk, lean in with his low voice whispering into your ear.
"Only good girls get to cum. But you're a naughty little thing. That's why daddy teaches you some manners."
Your hips jerked off the bed when thinking about the way he would order you around, take complete control over everything with that dark facial expression of his. Your fingers rubbed a bit faster, having your head lean deeper into the pile of pillows. He would totally be a bossy kind of guy, acting the way he always did with a tad more rigor. Teaching you discipline. Wanting to hear you cry, watch you touching yourself the way you're doing right now.
A painful gasp's torn out of your throat as the phone suddenly started rinning. Without much thought, you looked for the profile picture. Believe it when your heart slipped into your nonexistent pants, because it's Saeran who's calling. Should you pretend you'd fallen asleep? Ignore the call? No, he knew too well that such conversations would keep you awake. As you tried to still your voice, just not let shine through what you'd been doing before taking the call with one last, deep inhale.
"W-Why are you calling me now, you're literally next door."
Cursing yourself for the stuttering in your voice, sounding way too defensive as well, you could hear Saeran hum. Oh God. The sound going down into your lower stomach without warning, the blush now reaching your shoulders.
"I know, I just wanted to make sure you didn't die because of the things I said."
Hearing his voice over the phone, all it did's making the urge to continue touching yourself harder to resist. Would he notice? In the way your breath hitched or maybe hear the sheets beneath move when squirming from the bliss? You really needed this, and you really wanted to hear his voice when doing it. Once your clear judgement would come back, your subconscious mumbled, you would sink into the ground by all the shame.
"I.. I'm fine, you just n-need to work on your bigmouth and chill out."
"Is my angel alright? She sounds so.. raw."
Although it's a question about your wellbeing, the tone betrayed he probably figured what's going on by now. That smug sound, filling your ear and then your head. Running down your body until it gave you goosebumps. With your brain half working, you hummed to assure you're fine. But since you're deep in need, it came out like a muffled moan. For a moment your entire body stiffened. Shit. Shit, that's not what you wanted him to hear.
"Oh, I get it. My words got you worked up. I would tell you to fuck yourself, but I'm pretty sure you already do that. Don't you."
You wished to say no, decline and deny what he stated, how's it possible with your fingers back down on your clit to get yourself closer to the edge, though. His voice's so good tonight, how did it manage to get your entire body into such an intense state? Unfair. For a moment only your heavy breathing's to hear, but before you had time to let reality take over, Saeran chuckled deep into your ear.
"Mh.. Shit (N), haha. You're so needy for me. Tell me what you're doing."
It's an order, just like you'd fantasized about him giving a moment ago. It's true, you're needy, yet it's too embarrassing to describe what you're doing to yourself. Even now. An unwanted gasp came over your lips when using the right amount of pressure on the most sensitive part of your body, sending a shockwave of heat through every vein. You could hear Saeran sigh under his breath, there's no way you misinterpreted the sound of fabric on the other side of the line.
Oh. By all the hot air around the room you forgot that you might not be the only one worked up by what happened. Couldn't stop yourself from picturing Saeran in the exact moment, pulling down his pants with his erection pressing against his boxers, the tip leaking with precum and leaving a wet spot. The imagination made you pant unsteady. Then you remembered he'd asked you something, and although it's extremely shameful, you wanted to hear his reaction.
"I'm.. touching m-myself.. like you said."
"Hmh, good girl. How exactly?"
The praise had your knees shake for a moment, trying not to moan into the phone again. Only half aware of the words that left your mouth, too busy seeking his attention in a way that let you come closer to your peak. With your head pressed into the pillows, you went slower, imaging him teasing you that way.
"Hah-! I.. I'm rubbing my fingers o-over.. mh..."
No way you're going to say out loud what exactly it was you're doing. He could try to squeeze it out of you, but that's the maximum. It's twice as immense since you're unable to see his face. But you could see it clearly once you closed your eyes, causing your hips to stutter.
"Tsk, that's not enough, princess. Push a finger inside you."
The strict tone almost got you to obey without second thought. Only as you placed one finger on the entrance, it made you self-aware. Right, there's something. Saeran knew you never touched yourself that way, maybe he forgot about that.
"I... I d-don't–"
"It's an order, so close these pretty lips of yours and do what I say."
Feeling torn between his command and the sudden awareness, you breathed through as you pushed one finger slowly inside you. It felt odd, a slight string to feel as you're not used to something enter your body. The way your breath caught in your throat must've been enough for Saeran to understand.
"Slow, baby. Keep your body relaxed and push in slowly for me."
Unfair, on one hand you wanted to sink into the ground and on the other you're willing to do everything he said. For him? Damn, why did he phrase everything that's coming out of his mouth with arousal. After you took another deep breath, you pushed in deeper, feeling yourself slowly relaxing the longer you stayed in the same position. A moment passed, but at some point you actually managed to get inside all the way. A weird feeling, not as bad as you suspected. Your vocal cords accordingly done for.
"I'm in-inside.. What n-now..?"
You could hear him huff amused, literally see the fitting look on his face flash before your eyes. Saeran sighed then, something's going on at the other side of the wall you're unaware of, yet wanted to find out desperately.
"Just fuck yourself, beautiful. And let me hear you moan my name, alright?"
You nodded, not sure how good it could feel as you started to pull out and push back in. The first few times were nothing but experimental trusts, finding out what angle to use, where to reach and what speed's good enough to make you crave more. When thinking about Saeran and how he knew what you're doing, one specific question filled the room. What would he do? You suppressed a moan in the back of your throat.
"Saeran.. How would you fuck me?"
The question just another thought of yours, turning into the horror of realization when hearing yourself ask out loud over the phone. You didn't got the chance to correct yourself as you heard Saeran hum satisfied.
"You wanna know, doll? I would love to blindfold you, tie you up. Completely defenseless to whatever I wanna do with you.."
He started off, the way he spilled the confession without a hint of hesitation got you to curl your finger up, the sensation much more intense than you expected and therefore had you moan out loud. Now that felt really good. Saeran's own voice went lower, giving the illusion he's right beside you.
"I would touch you all over, until you feel like my hands are on every inch of your body."
"Fuck Saeran.."
Not sure if you're begging or trying pathetically to get him to stop. All your senses depending on him? With his hands on every single part of your body? Making you sensitive to the touch when taking the ability to see away. On your neck, he would press his fingers into your waist, cup your breasts, pull your hair, bite your lip, fuck you on the bed. His hands never letting you out of his strong grip. The sudden hitch of his breath brought you back to reality, you're certain by now. He's doing the same dirty thing.
"I would– start off slow. So slow you would beg for me to go faster."
No trouble imaging it, you added another finger as one's not enough anymore. He would do that, he's a fucking tease. You slowed your movements to pretend, feeling the heat wash over your body drastically. Holy shit, how were you that close already? You accepted defeated that it's just Saeran's talent. Who, now panting himself, never shut his mouth once he started.
"Heh, then I would fuck you roughly. Y-You asked for that, didn't you? Maybe even from behind to k-keep your face pressed into the mattress."
"Shit- ah.. S-Saeran.. A-Are you touching yourself too?"
Your hips buckled up without control, you're about to burn alive by how hot these confessions left you. The way he fantasized about you, pulling your ass high into the air to fuck you from behind without mercy. Bad, that's so inappropriate, and yet it's such a sexy thought. He then giggled, now that you payed more attention, you could hear the sound of skin on skin. Having you confirm it before he said anything.
"What do you think, puppy? Would you l-like to see me jerk off when talking about how I want to fuck you? Would you plead for that?"
You whined softly, hearing him growl as a respond. Already thinking about it, his hand on his cock to get himself off by the thought of you. In the shower, in the morning or the times he walked away from you after letting you feel that he's hard. His cheeks flushed for once, body burning with his muscles showing of under the pale skin. Eyes either focused on his hand or your body. His cock twitching when getting close and leaving a white, wet mess on both his hand and stomach.
"Yes.. I want to– God, Saeran.. ngh.."
"Fuck yeah you do– Shit.. Good little pet I have.. Use your other hand to rub your clit, pretty girl. A-And add another finger."
Your nerves tingled once you did what he said, adding a third finger to have you reach the limit, to rub yourself with the other hand that's sending shock after shock through your legs. The phone beside your head, still able to hear Saeran swear or growl at times, sounding so attractive it shouldn't be allowed. Feeling that familiar pressure build up to leave your body become greedy for more.
"So close.. Saeran, I-I'm so close–!"
Your voice's nothing but an useless pile of high pitched sounds. His panting became louder as well, he couldn't be that far either. His voice suddenly so serious, demanding attention like before.
"Then cum for daddy, princess."
Oh wow. Fuck, that's not what you expected to get told at all, especially in that moment. It's enough to send you over the edge, regardless. A pathetic sob's for him to witness as your body released the pressure with a wave of undeniable pleasure. Quickly turning into a warm bliss that got you twitching when continuing to fuck yourself a moment longer, wanting for it all to be as intense as it could become, feeling your legs shake less and less until it's becoming slightly painful from the overstimulation.
You then noticed Saeran's still breathing hard. Maybe it's because you're absent-minded, or the fact he sounded so good. But you decided to play the same trick on him after taking your phone. With a playful tone you giggled lightheaded.
"Mhh~ Please cum for your good little girl, boss."
Saeran hissed something through his teeth you couldn't identify before he went silent, just knowing he came send another shiver down your spine. There's a while nothing more than breathing between the both of you, silence dominating the line as you pulled your pants back up. Now that your brain's able to function again, you began to recall piece by piece what you just did and said. And oh my god, please Lord forgive me for I have sinned.
"Are you alright, (N)?"
You first wanted to sit up, soon found out you're too tired for that. So you rubbed the sweat from your hairline instead, using all willpower to get out the rest of your voice. However, it's impossible to speak, by how the embarrassment nagged on your bones. Almost a bit upset for the way he got you acting. Okay, maybe a bit satisfied as well.
"Goddamn, Saeran.. what do you do to me.."
The honest concern shining through, for how long would you be able to survive his silly games? How far would you go in the future? Were you ever be ready for that? So many questions, yet nobody there to answer. Covering the shameful face of yours with one hand, you heard the redhead fix up his pants as well. Could only guess what kind of mess he made.
"Heh, I could ask the same. But you know, it was fun. Don't you think so?"
For a moment you wondered if he's scared you wouldn't approve by the way his voice wavered, that's probably a delusion from the afterglow. Either way, it made you smile. What a cutie he could be. Sweet Saeran. You thought to yourself before pulling the blanket over your body.
"It's embarrassing! B-But.. I guess it was f-fun. Now go to sleep!! And let me sleep!"
You quickly shifted the conversation, not wanting to sink deeper into shame. Saeran laughed by your reaction, typical. Enjoying to hear you die on the inside. A slight frown found its way over your face, drifting into the land of dreams as his voice had a soft note to it. Affectionate?
"Of course, you deserve it. Sleep well, lovely. I hope you dream well."