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Looking for that pic of monsta x’s bathroom and their infamous communal lube bottle

My friend has never seen if before

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[star-suh]

Yn and His Week of Wonders

Lee Hoseok, Lee Jeno, Choi Minho, Kim Mingyu, Kang Yeosang x Male Reader

cw: college au, reader becomes a whore, top classmate yeosang, top coach mingyu, top jock jeno, verse jock wonho, top principal minho, verse reader, bareback, sexual toys, cheating, degradation, double penetration, blowjobs, rimjobs, facesitting, spit play, semi-public sex, musk kink, feminization, chest play, spanking, choking.

an: first fic of the year, enjoy 🫶

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yn always thought that life in university would be very hard, the tiring semesters, annoying classmates, papers he has to do, all that wasn't easy and sometimes the thought of dropping out roamed on his head but thankfully a series of events that happened over the course of a week made him stay. life in university would be very interesting for him.

Tuesday:

yn's deskmate yeosang has always flirted with him and yn obviously responded to it. these flirts little by little started to become sexual, touchings here and there, bulge grabbing, vulgar signs. yeosang invited yn to a frat party on the campus. “who the fuck does a party on week days” yn groans, “dunno” yeosang shrugs, “see you there then”. he was not sure if going or not but something was telling him to go, who knows maybe things could escalate to something more fun?. “heyy!! you're here” yeosang went to hug yn and also took advantage to grab yn’s clothed ass. something that caught him off guard but it was foreshadowing what would happen later at night.

10 pm and yeosang was all touchy touchy with yn, all over him, his big frame and muscular arms caging yn against the wall. his breath mixed with alcohol intoxicating yn, their lips brushing against each other, “may i?” yeosang whispered. “yeah…” yn nodded. their lips clashed against each other. they were hungry for each other, their tongues dancing with each other, their saliva mixing and yeosang's biting yn's lower lip. “let's go upstairs” yn suggested.

they didn't wait until the door was closed, they were walking towards the bed while still kissing, just a trail of their clothes left behind. yeosang sat on the bed rubbing his dick, making eye contact with yn who immediately understood what he wanted. he knelt down and began to suck on yeosang’s meat. his glistening lips going up and down his shaft leaving it soaked with spit. he deepthroated him, holding it for a few seconds and then pulling it out completely. “you're doing such a good job. fuck!!” yeo praised.

next thing yn knew was that he was already on top of yeosang, straddling him while his cock plows his hole. his tight walls being opened by each thrust. “fuck yeosang.. this feels so good” he cried, his hands gripping yeosang’s big chest hard, leaving red prints of them. yeosang then made yn stand in all fours and resumed the thrusting while he stands up. yn moaned against the mattress while yeosang was just acting cocky, flexing his muscular arms and looking himself at the closet mirror, his sweaty body shining with the dim lights of the room. “are you ready for it, boy?” yeosang asked, informing yn that he was about to cum. “yes please, fill me up!!” he begged. “holy shit, it's coming” he spanked yn and immediately afterwards he came, his balls emptying themselves inside his deskmate’s sloppy hole. he pulls out and yn fell tired to the mattress, with no strength left. “let me help you” yeosang turn yn around and sucked him off, “wait” yn tried to stop him “what are you doing?”. yeosang continued until yn came on his mouth, he swallowed it all and smacked his lips at the end, as if he just tried something tasty “i just wanted you to cum too”.

unbeknownst to them some pervert was watching everything through the slightly open door.

Wednesday:

yn was getting ready to go and do some help to the sports faculty. while he was getting his bag ready something caught his attention, a transparent dildo poking out his backpack, “oh damn, guess my riding sessions have to be canceled today”, he pushed the dildo to the backpack’s bottom.

the students in that faculty were so disorganized that students from other faculties have had to go and help clean the locker rooms. “these fucking bastards. why do they have to be so dirty, ugh!” yn complained, he also was supposed to join other two students but they canceled at the last minute so he had to do all the work by himself.

“ig guess that's all” he says with joy doing little claps. he sat in one of the benches and rummage through his backpack to find something to eat. being so careless the dildo slowly slipped out of the backpack, falling to the floor, he bent down to pick it up. “hey what are you doing here” a man spoke, the voice catching yn off guard so he jumped in surprise, dropping the dildo once again. it was coach mingyu, the dream man of everyone in the campus. “oh i’m sorry i came here to help clean up the locker rooms” but mingyu wasn't looking at him, his eyes were glued towards something in the floor. realization hitting yn who quickly grabbed the dildo hiding it behind his back. “what's that?” mingyu asked. “nothing” yn nervously tries to brush it off and hide the object.

“were you doing naughty things in here?” mingyu asked, “are you one of those perverts that get off in public spaces?”.

“no, it’s nothing like that” yn’s face was bright red. mingyu kept questioning yn taking some steps forward while yn walked backwards trying to make some space between him and the coach. but then one of his legs gave up and yn fell. the dildo then was picked by mingyu who inspected the clear object, “you're quite the hungry one, huh?” he muttered trying to measure the size of the object with his hands, “you must take it like a champ” he adds…

“fuck it, you really take it like a champ” mingyu groans, his hand accelerating the pace of the thrusts. the sloppy dildo going in and out of yn’s abused hole. he was in one of the benches, folded, holding his legs against his chest displaying all his back side for mingyu to use as he pleases. ‘how the fuck did we ended up doing this’ yn questioned himself on his mind, the pleasure clouding it. mingyu discarded his shirt, his big chest bouncing when he freed it.”you’re making me so horny man” he blurted out. pants already unzipped and underwear already discarded, he was ready to replace the dildo with his own cock, “be ready for the real deal” he said, slapping its tip on the other’s hole. he put it all at once and starts slamming himself with the same speed he used to thrust the dildo. “you’re still so tight after all that dildo fucking. seems like you’re made just to pleasure cocks”.

yn pinched mingyu’s nipples and gripped hard his chest. he loved how big and bouncy it was, god how much he wanted to motorboat them or be suffocated by them, the mere thought making his dick leak drops of cum. mingyu’s big hand stroke yn’s dick while the other arm was around his neck, once again he felt intoxicated by how manly mingyu smelled, how he was being used to pleasure that greek god, he wished he could do this all day. his hole gripping hard mingyu’s cock, he didn’t want mingyu to pull out, he wanted that fat cock inside him forever.

few slams later mingyu pulled out cumming on yn’s back and the later came on mingyu’s hand. he then made yn lick clean his hand and wipe the cum off of his back. “and i was right, you took it like a champ” he winked at him and left. yn left the locker rooms limping.

Tuesday:

“look who’s here”, jeno said while walking towards yn accompanied by his friend hoseok, nicknamed wonho. both were the jocks of the campus and the top athletes of the university. “leave me alone” yn said annoyed. “why tho?. i thought sluts like you love the attention?” jeno adds catching yn off guard, “what did you just said?” yn asked concerned. “weren’t you the one being fucked in that party” jeno quickly responded “and also being folded by coach mingyu, woah such a whore bro”. “how did you even..” yn tried to made up things but jeno cut him off “you shouldn’t be fucking in public spaces ynnie, everyone could catch you, you know?”. “be thankful jeno was the one who caught you in your pervy adventures bro” wonho chimed in. he grabbed yn’s hand and put it on his crotch, “now you should know what we want bro” he added. “what the…” what’s the only thing yn said, “we wanna have a piece of that cake too” jeno said, sliding his hand inside yn’s denim short. “woah woah woah buddy wait. are you two blackmailing me?” yn spoke. “well you could say that bro” wonho shrugged, “but deep inside you know you want to taste our dicks” jeno added.

the “”blackmail”” worked, yn was kneeling in the jock’s dorm taking turns to suck on each dick, kissing the tips, licking the shafts and tracing every vein with his tongue. his tongue swirling on wonho’s tip while jerking jeno with his hand.

both jocks took turns to drill yn’s ass, while jeno fucks his ass wonho fucks his mouth then they change places. yn leaned down, his back against the mattress, jeno keeps fucking him while wonho sat on his face, riding his tongue that was exploring his warm insides, “keep working with that tongue of yours bro, feels majestic” wonho pinched his nipples lightly while his hips rocked side to side, forwards and backwards, so yn’s tongue can at least brush slightly wonho’s prostate. next, wonho was bouncing his big fat ass on yn’s dick while jeno fucked his mouth, “i’m gonna nut in your mouth and you better swallow it” jeno demanded, pulling out and jerking it off until the ropes of cum spurted from his tip landed on yn’s face and tongue. scooping the liquid with his hand and licking it all. “good boy” jeno said, slapping his left cheek gently. wonho on the other side was clenching so hard to milk yn dry. “come on bro, give me that semen” he started to sit hard “if you don’t give me that cum i’m gonna break this pathetic dick” the threat sounding cute to jeno but not to yn, who afraid of having to go to a doctor for a fractured dick stopped holding it and painted wonho’s insides white.

“see it wasn’t that hard” wonho stood up with the liquid leaking down his toned legs “that was a good load bro”.

Friday:

“why am i here again?” yn questioned minho, the principal of the university. “a lot of teachers had passed me a report of your grades. they had lowered a lot” concerned laced on his tone. “so tell me what’s happening”, minho was waiting for an answer but nothing came out of yn’s mouth, his eyes leaving the computer’s screen just to see yn chatting with someone, a smug smirk on his face. “ok that’s enough” annoyed minho snatched the phone out of yn’s hands and looked at the screen, what he saw left him speechless, mouth agape. a pic of a gaping ass leaking with cum, “what’s the meaning of this mr. yn ln. who’s this in this pic?”. “it’s my ass. with someone’s cum on it” he said as if it was something completely normal. “why are you carelessly spreading your private pics” the principal asks, his face completely flushed. “it’s not as if i’m sharing them with everyone… just with the people i fuck with. but we are here to discuss other things, right mr. principal” his smug face showing how completely he has changed, from an almost shy boy to a fuckboy now. “is this the reason why your grades are dropping?” the principal try to connect the dots, “...it’s like you’re only thinking in your sexual life. that cannot be mr. yn, we have to think in a way you focus again in your studies”. “what do you have in mind?” some sassiness in his tone, his eyes narrowed, he knows what was coming for him…

his face was flushed, tears pooling on his eyes and some of it rolled down his cheeks, tongue out and eyes rolling back. “read that again” minho spanked his already red ass, littered with red prints of his big calloused hands, his dick railing the student’s loose hole. “a… a.. flowchart is a di-diagram that depicts… a pro…cess, system or computer al-algori..thm… algorithm” he barely managed to read the first line that was on the computer’s screen. “what happened to all that cockyness of before mr. yn. does me fucking your pussy made you dumb?” minho was big and thick, a size yn has never taken up his ass so he was struggling to focus, “we’re gonna keep doing this until your grades go up, understood?”, “yes sir” yn replied quickly, his legs were trembling so he just leaned his upper torso on minho’s desk and left him rail him into oblivion. “this pussy is better than my wife’s, it’s tighter”. the next hour yn was trashed around the principal’s office, minho fucked him against the wall and windows and even answered a phone call while muffling yn’s whimpers with his hand. the thrusts were so hard that minho’s ass was bouncing, looking as if he was throwing it back and the skin slapping sound echoed in the office. minho’s hand makes its way towards the bottom’s neck gripping on it hard, making yn feel lightheaded

“i can’t… take it anymore please” yn said, all that minho’s been doing is overstimulating yn with the choking being his last straw, cumming right at the spot hands free. “such a nasty slut you are” minho spoke, quitting his hand off of yn’s neck. now grabbing him by his waist with both hands as if he was a toy to milk himself. “you need a man’s sperm inside you not some stupid classmate who knows nothing on how to plow a pussy” he starts to spit on the tip of his dick and slamming himself back, “i’m gonna cream this pussy every time we have a study session. if this is what your horny dumb ass wants then this is what you are getting, cocksucker slut”.

more nasty words came from minho’s mouth, who would’ve thought such a classy, married and distinguishable man would be such a pervert beast in sex. he fucked yn the whole hour and no sign of tiredness could be seen on him. he pulls out his dick that comes out soaked in thick cum, yn’s gape loose hole oozing with it too. “i’ve never came this much in my life, not even with my wife” he tells yn who was tired as fuck, “you’re pussy is really that good,with how much i came you might be pregnant by now” he jokes with one last spank on yn’s ass that causes some cum to get spilled on the surroundings. “rest all you want, no one can enter this office without my permission” and as he said that yn fell asleep.

the next semesters were amazing for yn to say the least. getting spitroasted and double penetrated by jeno and wonho. fucked by yeosang on the bathrooms and even in some classrooms. the study lessons went good with principal minho, yn can now read the first line, without stuttering at least. coach mingyu fucks him in his office now too he is also a little kinky using vibrators, cock rings and restraints on yn.

yn also sometimes doms wonho, fucking him while he wear the sports shirt and a black string thong that he just pulls to the side and fucks his bubblebutt smeared in lube “nut in my pussy bro” wonho pleads, “you know i’ll always cum inside you” kissing him right afterwards.

who would've thought a week of misunderstandings and teasings would derive into semesters full of lust. yn now doesn’t want to drop out of university but instead wishes time does not passes so fast so he can enjoy all this for a long time.

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[yeostinys]

My Dear Darling

Chapter 5

Pairing: Frat OT8!ATEEZ x Female Reader

Genre: Smut 18+, Fluff, Angst, Polyamorous Relationship!

Notes: NonIdol!AU, CollegeAU. Explicit language. Polyamorous Relationship, (if you are not into that just pls ignore)

Word Count: 8k

Synopsis: someone finds out about your relationship with ATZ. And the boys made an agreement amongst themselves?

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The evening sun poured through the large window of your studio apartment, casting a warm golden glow that danced across the room. You sat on your soft, plush couch, surrounded by a chaotic array of notebooks, crumpled papers, and the persistent hum of your laptop. With a weary sigh, you leaned back, your shoulders heavy with the weight of the past five hours spent wrestling with a report for your internship.

You had always been the type to overwork, driven by an insatiable desire to excel in everything you undertook. Balancing school, work, and your social life had never been a challenge for you—until now. A sense of dread settled in your chest as you approached the report’s conclusion. You longed for relaxation, for a moment to breathe, to escape the demands of your responsibilities. Above all, you yearned to see your boyfriends, their laughter and warmth a distant echo in your mind.

But they were busy too, their own schedules packed with classes and commitments. You admired their relentless dedication to their studies, how they managed to immerse themselves in their work while still carving out time to enjoy life’s fleeting moments. As you thought of them, a swirl of emotions tugged at your heart—admiration mixed with a pang of guilt. You realized you hadn’t spent any real time alone with some of the ATZ boys lately, and the thought nagged at you.

Determined to push through, you glanced at your report, the words blurring together. Each sentence felt like a barrier between you and the fun, light-hearted evenings you craved. The idea of wrapping up your work propelled you forward. You could almost envision the laughter, the playful teasing, the joy of being with them. With renewed focus, you typed furiously, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you worked to complete the report, each keystroke a step closer to the moment you could finally leave the stress behind and reconnect with the people who made your heart race.

*Buzz*

The sound of the doorbell buzzed through the apartment, pulling you from your focus. You looked up from your laptop, curiosity igniting as you turned toward the door. Setting your device aside, you sprang from the couch, excitement thrumming in your chest.

Approaching the door, you peered through the peephole and felt a wide grin spread across your face. There was Jia, her eyes sparkling with mischief, balancing two cups of soda and a large takeout bag in her hands. Without a second thought, you swung the door open, unable to contain your joy.

“Jia!? What is this!?” you exclaimed, a delighted shriek escaping your lips as you pulled her inside, enveloping her in a warm hug.

“Aren’t I the bestest friend ever?” Jia struck a playful pose, her eyes dancing with energy as she handed you one of the drinks. You couldn’t help but giggle at her antics.

Together, you made your way to the kitchen island, sliding onto the barstools with a sense of camaraderie. The familiar sounds of wrappers crinkling and soda fizzing filled the air as you began to feast on the fast food spread before you.

“Okay, to be completely honest…” Jia turned toward you, a fry poised between her fingers, her expression suddenly serious yet playful. You leaned in closer,

“This is in celebration of me. I couldn’t tell you through text…” She paused, her grin widening as if about to share a great secret. You raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of your soda, anticipation building.

“Okay…? What is it?” you prompted, eager for the scoop.

“Wonho and I… ARE OFFICIALLY DATING!” Jia shrieked, her voice ringing with glee. She playfully grabbed your legs, shaking them in excitement. Your eyes widened in surprise, a radiant smile breaking across your face.

“Shut up!?” you gasped, covering your mouth in disbelief. “YES!”

Jia burst into laughter, her joy infectious as she jumped in her seat, the sheer happiness radiating off her.

“Holy shit, finally! I’m so happy for you!” You beamed at her, your heart swelling with joy. “After who knows how long of you two messing around with each other, you finally made it official.” You stuffed a fry into your mouth, savoring the moment.

“Ugh, I know,” Jia sighed, her eyes dreamy. “Honestly, it was my fault. I was crazy scared of commitment. But something about Wonho changed me.” She giggled, a soft smile playing on her lips as she lost herself in thought.

You watched her, a fondness growing in your chest. “I’m happy for you Jia” you said with sincerity.

In that moment, your phone buzzed, interrupting the laughter between you two with the sudden notification. You glanced down, your heart skipping a beat as you saw a message from the group chat with ATZ.

Hongjoong: We are watching a movie tonight. Want to come over?

Yuyu: I’ll pick you up if you want, Y/N.

Mingi: Please come, we are watching a scary movie. I need you to hold me!

A warm smile crept across your face, and you quickly typed a response, excitement bubbling inside you.

Y/N: Jia’s over right now. I’ll try to come by later.

You looked up just in time to catch Jia eyeing you, her brow raised in curiosity as she took a sip of her fizzy soda. She leaned forward slightly, trying to peek at your screen, but you swiftly closed your phone, feigning innocence.

“Who’s got you smiling like an idiot?” she teased, squinting her eyes with playful suspicion.

“What? No one…” you replied, hastily shoving a fry into your mouth as a distraction.

“Nice try, Y/N. You’re hiding something,” Jia declared, her playful glare intensifying.

“I know when you’re lying. Who’s got your attention?” She reached for your phone, but you instinctively snatched it away, your heart racing.

“You are hiding something!” Jia exclaimed, her tone half-joking, half-serious. Without missing a beat, she jumped to conclusions. “Oh my god, is it Wooyoung?!”

You froze, stunned into silence.

“IT IS! I remember, I literally saw you two grinding on each other at the party!” Jia grabbed your shoulders, shaking you in excitement. You scrunched your face in defeat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Or is it Yunho? I remember you had a crush on him a few summers ago, and you two have been talking a lot again,” Jia continued, her excitement bubbling over as she pulled back, tapping her chin in thought.

“Jia, please!” you exclaimed, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation, though amusement danced in your eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at her ability to connect the dots, despite her notoriously short attention span.

“Okay, okay… I’m sorry,” she said softly, pressing her lips together as she stared at you expectantly.

You bit your lip, contemplating how much to reveal. “We’ve just gotten really close, that’s all,” you finally said, taking a sip of your soda to buy time.

“We?” Jia’s eyebrow shot up. “Who’s ‘we’?” She leaned against the counter, clearly intrigued.

“All of ATZ…” you mumbled, unable to meet her gaze.

“All of ATZ?!” Jia’s voice rose an octave as she covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. “Wait… is that why you’ve been hanging out with them so much?”

You nodded, trying to suppress the nervousness bubbling in your stomach.

“I’m confused, though. Why so suddenly?” Jia pressed, her brow furrowing in genuine concern.

“Uh… I’ve just recently become their Fraternity sweetheart…” you confessed hesitantly.

“Really?” Jia sounded unconvinced, her eyebrow arched.

“Yes,” you insisted, trying to sound confident despite your nerves.

“Y/N, ATZ never had sweethearts before! And you’ve been asked by so many other frats to be their sweetheart but always declined—until now. So what’s really going on?” Jia’s tone turned serious, her concern palpable. You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of her scrutiny.

“Jia…” you began, meeting her gaze. She could see the distress in your eyes. “I need you to keep an open mind about this, and… promise me it stays between us.”

Jia nodded, her expression earnest as she took your hands in hers. “Yes, of course.”

“I’m… dating…” you paused, heart racing. Jia’s eyes widened, and she gasped dramatically.

“SAN?!” she shouted, her voice nearly shrill. “I THOUGHT YOU HATED HIM?!”

“Jia! Let me explain!!!” You threw your head back in frustration, feeling the rush of emotions bubble over.

“Okay, okay… I’m sorry,” Jia said, her voice softening as she pressed her lips into a thin line.

“I’m dating… all of them,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jia’s eyes widened further in disbelief. “You’re messing with me,” she said, laughing nervously.

“I’m not, I’m serious…” you replied, looking down, unable to meet her incredulous gaze.

“Since when?” she asked, her tone shifting to calm curiosity.

“We’ve only been dating for a few weeks. They all confessed their feelings and wanted a polyamorous relationship. I was just as shocked as you are. I didn’t think I’d ever be in a relationship like this, but I really do like all of them…” Your voice trembled as you spoke, fear of judgment gripping you. Jia blinked in surprise, then broke into a chuckle.

“Wow… eight boyfriends. How fucken lucky are you”

Relief washed over you, and you leaned in for a hug, closing your eyes as you let out a sigh. “Oh my god, I thought you were going to judge me and dump me as a friend.”

“Me? Oh, Y/N-ie. You’re my best friend, and I support you in anything and everything you want to do.” She pulled back, smiling warmly. “Your secret relationship with them is safe with me.”

Holding out her pinky, Jia grinned. You chuckled at her gesture and interlocked your fingers.

“Thank you, Jia…” you said, feeling a wave of gratitude.

“So, I’m going to need all the details on this. Because damn, ALL OF THEM WANT YOU?!” she exclaimed, her witty self returning. “That’s actually so crazy because now that I think about it, you have liked almost all of them at least once!”

You laughed, the tension from earlier dissipating as you launched into a detailed account of how your relationship with ATZ began. The two of you migrated to the couch, popping a bottle of wine and filling your glasses with the rich red liquid, as you sipped and shared everything—their dynamic, your feelings, the whirlwind of emotions that had led you to this point. You appreciated how open-minded Jia was, her laughter ringing true without a hint of judgment.

“Wait, Y/N, I just realized,” she interjected, holding up a hand to pause your story. “I thought you and San had beef since high school?”

You bit your lip, the memories flooding back.

“It’s complicated… I was confused too when I found out he liked me.” You took a sip of wine, gathering your thoughts. “I can’t deny I’ve always had feelings for him. There’s obviously something unresolved between us, but he cares for me—I can see it when we’re together. He’s just so confusing.”

Jia raised an eyebrow, sipping her wine thoughtfully.

“Hmm, interesting.” She glanced at her phone, a smile breaking across her face. “Oh! Wonho’s off work!”

Jia set her glass down, bouncing with excitement. “I’m going to head out.”

You stood up with her, laughter bubbling between you as you walked to the door. She turned to face you one last time.

“My Y/N~ thank you for opening up to me about this. Everything is safe with me. I’m so happy for you. But if any one of them hurts you, I will kill them,” she said, her eyes serious as she held your shoulders.

You nodded, laughing at her fierce loyalty. “Thank you, Jia.”

“Bye now! Love ya!” she called as she stepped out, waving enthusiastically.

“Love ya!” you shouted back, chuckling as you closed the door behind her.

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After bidding Jia farewell, you turn and stroll back to the couch, the soft fabric welcoming you as you reach for your phone. Your fingers tap the screen as you open the group chat with ATZ, a familiar wave of excitement washing over you. You quickly type a message, letting them know you're on your way, then glance at your reflection in the nearby mirror. A few swift touches—smooth hair, a quick spritz of your favorite fragrance—make you feel a little more put together. Slipping into your shoes, you feel a tingle of anticipation, ready to step out into the evening.

Just as you’re about to grab your bag, your phone rings, the sound slicing through the air. You glance down to see San’s name flashing on the screen. Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but smile as you press the green button to answer.

“Hi, San,” you say softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I’m almost at your place. Just wait for me. I’ll come get you,” he replies, his tone calm and reassuring.

“You didn’t have to—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I was at the convenience store near your apartment getting snacks when you texted. It’s no big deal,” he explains, the warmth in his voice easing your initial surprise.

“Okay…” you say, feeling a mix of gratitude and a hint of annoyance that you didn’t get to argue your point.

“I’ll let you know when I’m here,” he adds, and before you can respond, the line goes dead.

Settling back onto the couch, you keep your phone close, glancing at it occasionally as the minutes tick by. Time seems to stretch, the anticipation building until you hear a firm knock on your door. You leap up from the soft cushions, your heart racing as you rush to the door. Peering through the peephole, you catch sight of San, you quickly open the door.

“San, you didn’t have to walk all the way up here. I could’ve just met you down in the lobby,” you say sheepishly.

“It’s alright. Let’s go,” he replies with a smirk, playfully ruffling your hair. The gesture sends a flush of warmth to your cheeks, and you can’t help but smile back.

As he turns to walk away, you follow behind him, still nervous as ever.

———

The walk to the ATZ house was enveloped in a serene quietness, the kind that felt both comfortable and charged with unspoken words. The air was thick with familiarity, as if the very atmosphere had normal between you and San. He strode slightly ahead of you with a long, effortless gait, his tall figure casting a protective shadow over your smaller frame. San’s hand slipped into the pocket of his jeans, while the other grasped a crinkled black plastic bag filled to the brim with an array of snacks and drinks. His focus was fixed on the path ahead, but you found yourself stealing glances at him, lost in admiration—his strong jawline accentuated by the late afternoon sun, his perfect nose. Just as you began to lose yourself in those thoughts, his voice cut through the silence.

“Is there something on my face?” he asked nonchalantly, an eyebrow quirking up as his eyes flicked toward you. Your heart raced, and you felt your cheeks warm as you diverted your gaze forward. San chuckled lightly, and you both continued your walk.

With your eyes cast forward, you recalled your earlier conversation with Jia—a conversation that now felt like it held the weight of the world. She now knows your relationship dynamic with ATZ. You should have talked to the boys first, but Jia was your best friend, and the pressure to keep such a vital piece of information under wraps had been intense. The thoughts loomed over you as you continued walking in silence.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the moment shattered as you felt a sharp tug on your arm. Before you could comprehend what was happening, you found yourself enveloped in San’s arms. Your heart pounded as you looked up, only to see a biker whizzing past, careening dangerously close to you.

“What an asshole,” San muttered, his face darkening with concern as he glared at the cyclist. The unexpected warmth of his embrace took you by surprise, and for a moment, you were frozen in place.

“Are you okay?” San asked, his voice dropping to a serious tone as he looked down at you, instinctively releasing his hold. Nodding in response, you remained silent, feeling the lingering effects of his touch.

“Did you not hear the biker ringing his bell? You looked so lost in thought; I had to pull you aside,” he noted, his gaze steady and penetrating, eyebrows raised in a gentle challenge.

“Sorry… I didn’t hear,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your tone.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” San inquired softly, his voice inviting you to share your burden. You felt caught in his gaze once more, the intensity of his attention forcing you to look away.

“Sannie…” The nickname slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself. It shocked you, yet it felt so natural—a small sweetness in the tension of the moment. San’s heart quickened at the sound, and he bit his lip, attempting to regain some semblance of composure.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his tone gentler now, reaching out to grasp your wrist, sending a rush of warmth through you. The endearment made you blush, and your eyes widened at the unexpected intimacy.

“I told Jia about our relationship,” you admitted softly, looking down to hide the uncertainty in your eyes. His expression shifted, surprise flitting across his face before he smiled, easing the knot of tension inside you.

“Is that it?” he lifted your chin, compelling you to look at him. You nodded, feeling small under the weight of his gaze. “I just couldn’t keep it from her any longer. She’s like my sister and deserved to know. I’m sorry…” you let the words tumble out, a sense of shame creeping into your voice.

“Why are you sorry?” San asked, his brow furrowed slightly with curiosity.

“I felt like I should’ve talked about it with you guys first before telling her. It’s your guys relationship too. But she swore not to tell anyone! Regardless, I’m sorry if I crossed the line,” you explained, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” San chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. “It’s just Jia. If you trust her, so do we. Plus, we told you before—whenever you're ready to let anyone know, we will be ready too.” He ruffled your hair playfully, and relief washed over you like a cool breeze on a scorching day.

“Okay…” you replied, staring at your feet for a moment before hesitantly meeting his gaze again. “Can you help me tell the others that I told Jia?” You clasped your hands together, looking at him with hopeful, doe-like eyes. He raised an eyebrow, wearing a bemused expression as he nodded.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” He resumed walking, and you hurried to keep pace at his side.

Your heart swelled with warmth at the softness of your interaction, something that felt rare and precious between the two of you. How unexpectedly sweet it had been. It was as if a curtain had lifted, revealing the deeper elements of your relationship—elements that were often obscured by playful teasing and banter.

Yet, beneath that sweetness lingered confusion. With the other members, interactions had flowed naturally and easily, but with San, everything felt more complex. He held an alluring mix of playful charm and guarded distance. You wanted to understand him better—the man who could swing between being aloof and tender. You recalled that lingering moment from that night not long ago when San had cried, clearly from being too drunk. His constant words of “hurting you” was a statement that lingered in your thoughts, especially when paired with the memory of his endearing, clingy demeanor due to too many drinks. A quiet giggle slipped from your lips as you remembered drunk San, and he turned to you, curiosity piqued.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, an eyebrow raising in question.

You couldn’t help but smile wider at his genuine interest. “Sannie, do you remember anything from the night of XIK’s party?” You tilted your head, batting your eyelashes innocently at him.

“Yeah, why?” he replied, sounding a bit suspicious but intrigued.

“Well, do you remember anything from when we got home?” Your words danced in the air, teasing him playfully.

“Just tell me, Y/N. I don’t want to play guessing games,” he insisted, crossing his arms and facing you.

“Hm, drunk San is much nicer to me,” you retorted, giving a light roll of your eyes as you looked away, feeling confident in your teasing.

San released his crossed arms, his exasperated sigh punctuating the air. “Just tell me what I did, please,” he pleaded.

“Nothing much, you were just super clingy and kept asking for me,” you teased, walking away from him. “And you were a cry baby” You laughed as you picked up pace, the small distance between you growing with your mischievous retreat.

San’s eyes widened in shock as he followed behind you. “I what?” he called out, a mix of disbelief and genuine curiosity in his voice.

Just as you approached the front door of the ATZ house, you could hardly contain your laughter as you felt the exhilaration of the moment. Before you could even reach for the door handle, San gripped your wrist and pulled you back toward him, his eyes narrowing with playful intensity.

“What do you mean I was a cry baby?” he asked, his expression a mix of faux annoyance and genuine concern. You looked up, your heart thudding as you found yourself caught in the intimacy of his gaze.

Flustered, you glanced away. “You tripped over yourself, causing both of us to bump into the wall. Well, mostly me, since I hit my head,” you recounted, your tone casual. “Then you started crying when you saw I was hurt, and you kept saying, ‘Why do I keep hurting you?’” You looked at him with your eyebrows raised in amusement.

San’s face shifted from incredulity to a flustered blush, the color flooding to his cheeks. He dropped your wrist, his shoulders tense as he turned away quickly, clearing his throat. The playful banter you had expected dimmed into a sudden seriousness, and confusion washed over you.

“What?” You nervously chuckled. You had expected laughter, maybe even some playful rebuttal, but instead, his sudden shift to seriousness left you frowning.

“It’s nothing” His lips tightened, and without another word, he hastily opened the front door and stepped inside, leaving you standing there, bewildered. You followed him into the house, feeling a sense of confusion from him like always.

———

Following closely behind San, you step into the dimly lit living room, where the flickering glow of the television casts elongated shadows across the walls. The boys are already engrossed in the horror movie, completely unaware of your presence.

In the corner of your eye, you spot Mingi, his form hunched over a pillow as he shields himself from the on-screen action. A smile spreads across your face, as you position yourself behind him. With a sudden burst of energy, you grab his shoulders and shout, “Boo!”

Mingi lets out a high-pitched scream that echoes through the room, nearly tumbling off the couch in his shock. Seonghwa and Wooyoung, caught off guard, join in with their own shrieks, creating a cacophony of startled yelps. Jongho and Yunho who were clearly unfazed, barely contain their laughter, while Hongjoong and Yeosang flinch, their faces a mix of surprise and confusion.

You can’t help but burst into laughter, the sound infectious as you reach out to Mingi, who is still wide-eyed, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and relief.

“Y/N!~” he whines, clutching his chest as if to calm his racing heart.

The rest of the boys are doubled over with laughter, their joy contagious. San rolls his eyes, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile as he places the bags of snacks onto the coffee table.

“I’m sorry, Min! I didn’t think you’d actually get scared,” you manage between giggles, gently running your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Well, hello to you too, baby,” Wooyoung says with an exaggerated drawl, clutching his chest as if your scare had truly wounded him. A playful giggle escapes your lips as you glide around to his sitting figure, his dramatic flair only adding to the moment’s hilarity.

“I’m so sorry, Woo,” you reply, laughter bubbling up again as you lean down and wrap your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. He responds instantly, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you closer as he snuggles his face into your chest. You can feel the warmth of his breath, and it makes your heart swell with affection.

Turning your attention, you notice Seonghwa watching you, a shy smile gracing his lips, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Did I scare you too, Hwa?” you ask, releasing Wooyoung’s hold and moving toward him. You can’t resist brushing your fingers through his hair, a gesture that always seems to ease any embarrassment he might feel.

“I was scared too,” Yunho pipes up, raising his hand as if he’s in a classroom, a teasing grin plastered across his face.

“Me too!” Yeosang chimes in, his big, doe-like eyes wide with mock innocence as he looks up at you, adding to the playful atmosphere.

You laugh at their playful banter, shaking your head in disbelief. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry for interrupting the movie,” you say, feigning seriousness as you gesture dramatically toward the screen. “Let’s get back to it!”

With a bright smile, you plop down between Mingi and Seonghwa, feeling the comfortable warmth of their presence. The room settles back into a cozy atmosphere, laughter still echoing softly as you all turn your attention to the flickering screen.

Your head nestled against Seonghwa’s shoulder, the warmth of his presence a steady comfort as you both sat engrossed in the flickering glow of the screen before you. The soft light illuminated your faces, casting gentle shadows that danced across the room. A cozy blanket was draped over your legs, its fabric soft against your skin, partially overlapping with Seonghwa’s and Mingi’s.

Seonghwa's arm hung casually around your shoulders, his presence a protective anchor that made you feel at ease. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath, a rhythmic reassurance in the quiet space. Meanwhile, Mingi sat on the other side, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh.

As the movie droned on, the initial thrill began to fade, replaced by an almost comical absurdity that made the horror elements feel more ridiculous than terrifying. The once-terrifying scenes now elicited only faint chuckles and eye rolls from you. You felt your attention slipping away, a dull ache of boredom creeping in.

With a slight huff, you shifted your position on the couch, gently lifting your head from Seonghwa’s shoulder. The warmth that had enveloped you receded slightly, but Seonghwa’s arm stayed firmly around you, a comforting presence that anchored you even as you sought a better angle to see the screen. You leaned back, glancing at him with a soft smile, but his focus remained on the movie, his brow slightly furrowed as if trying to will the story to become engaging again.

Mingi, sensing your shift, let his hand slide higher on your thigh, a subtle gesture that sent a wave of warmth through you. The light touch was both casual and deliberate, igniting a spark of electricity in the air between you. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, his eyes still glued to the screen, yet there was an unmistakable teasing glint in them that made your heart race.

You gazed around the room, the flickering glow of the television illuminated the faces of the boys. Some of them were completely absorbed, their eyes glued to the unfolding drama, while others started scrolling through their phones, just as equally bored of the movie.

You try to bring your focus back onto the screen, but it was difficult with the feeling of Mingi’s fingertips sliding gently against the soft fabric of your tights, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver coursing through your body. Your heart raced, and your breath hitched as you sensed a shift in Mingi's intentions. His pinky finger—light and teasing—traced a line just below your hip, hovering between casualness and something far more intimate. The sensation of his touch resonated through you, igniting a warmth that crept up your spine and spread through your entire being.

Seonghwa glanced at you, his gaze sharp and teasing, as he caught the flustered expression on your face, cheeks painted a deep crimson. A playful smirk crept across his lips as he detected Mingi’s hand moving persistently beneath the soft fabric of the blanket. Seonghwa’s eyes followed the trajectory of Mingi’s fingers, and he couldn’t help but study the way your body responded, the gentle rise and fall of your chest betraying the electric sensations coursing through you.

A wave of envy washed over him—the way Mingi seemed to effortlessly elicit such reactions from you. Unable to resist the urge to convey his own affection, Seonghwa shifted closer, his hand brushing against your shoulder. He let his fingers gently knead the delicate muscles there. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your temple before allowing his hand to drift down to the nape of your neck. His fingertips began to massage you, sending unexpected shivers racing through your body like wildfire.

Mingi, ever perceptive, caught the way you instinctively reacted to his touch. He could feel the heat radiating from between your thighs, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. Suddenly, you let out a soft gasp—a sound that cut through the ambient noise of the television—as Mingi’s fingers brushed against you again, teasing and exploring the warmth hidden beneath the blanket.

Both men exchanged looks, their eyes locking for a moment, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They shared a smirk, one that held the promise of continued teasing, before their gazes dropped back to you.

Your face was a striking shade of red, as if you were caught in a sunset, and you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to focus on the screen, fighting against the distractions pulling you under. Mingi leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his deep voice low and teasing. You nodded shyly, refusing to turn your head to meet his gaze, a gesture that only fueled the fire of their amusement.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he observed your reaction.

“You sure, darling? You keep moving,” he teased, his voice vibrating through your core, making your blush deepen as you diverted your gaze down to your lap.

“Mm, I’m okay…” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, desperate to avoid drawing attention from the others in the room.

“Okay…” they both echoed back, their voices a perfect duet.

They admired your side profile, the curve of your jaw, the flutter of your eyelashes, and, without a second thought, they leaned in closer. Their lips brushed against your cheeks at the same time, a tender, simultaneous gesture that sent your heart racing. Your eyes widened in surprise, your breath hitching at the unexpected contact. Heat flooded your entire face.

Seonghwa pulled away slightly, his chuckle a low rumble that vibrated in the air, a sound that only made you flush more. Mingi, with a devilish glint in his eye, peppered a few more playful kisses along your cheek and down towards your neck, each one igniting your skin with warmth before he finally turned his head back towards the screen. Seonghwa followed suit, his gaze returning to the flickering images in front of you, but not before stealing another glance at you, admiration written across his features.

Without noticing, the film reached its conclusion. The screen faded to black before the end credits began to roll, accompanied by a sudden, loud exhale from Jongho. As he stood up from the couch, a sweeping wave of disappointment washed over him. “What a dumb ass movie,” he declared, flicking the light switch on and flooding the room with dim illumination.

“I agree,” chimed in Yunho, stretching his arms above his head, his voice resonating with an air of relaxed camaraderie. “It was good for the first thirty minutes, but then it just started getting weird.”

You shifted on the couch, pushing yourself upright as you cleared your throat, feeling a warm flush creeping up your cheeks, a remnant of Seonghwa and Mingi’s earlier teasing. Their playful banter had left you flustered and disoriented.

“You okay, Y/N?” Yeosang asked, concern etched in his features as he turned his gaze to you. Your eyes widened at his inquiry, and a nervous laugh slipped from your lips. “Oh, yeah! I’m okay,” you replied, forcing a smile, hoping to mask the storm of emotions swirling within.

“You sure, baby? Your face is all red,” Yeosang observed, leaning in closer to get a better look at you. The softness of his tone sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Ah, I’m just thirsty,” you stammered, grasping at the excuse like a lifeline, desperate to sidestep the palpable tension that had been lingering between Seonghwa and Mingi and you.

As if sensing your unease, Yeosang rose from the couch, adopting the grace of a gentleman. “Let’s go get you some water,” he suggested, extending his hand toward you. You felt your cheeks heat even more as you reached out, taking his hand. A soft thrill coursed through you as warmth enveloped your skin.

As you stood, you felt Seonghwa's and Mingi's hands brush against you, a reminder of their earlier closeness, but you stepped away, allowing Yeosang to guide you toward the kitchen. The cool tiles beneath your feet contrasted with the heat still lingering in the air.

———

Yeosang moved purposefully, grabbing a glass and filling it with water before handing it to you.

“Thanks, Yeo,” you murmured, taking a few sips, the cool liquid refreshing against your lips. After handing the glass back to him, Yeosang smiled, and without a moment's pause, he finished the remainder, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

Yeosang placed the empty glass on the counter behind you, ruffling your hair playfully as he moved closer. You suddenly found yourself against the sleek marble table, trapped in the warm orbit of his presence. “You still flustered from Mingi and Seonghwa kissing you?” he teased, his husky voice wrapping around you like an intoxicating melody. Your blush deepened, and you turned your head away, feeling exposed.

“You saw?” you asked softly, catching a glimpse of his playful yet serious expression.

“Oh baby, all of us saw,” Yeosang chuckled, tenderly pulling your chin back until your eyes met his. His hands slipped to your hips, thumbs drawing gentle circles on your skin. The intimate gesture ignited a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, and instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck, finding comfort in his embrace.

“You know, I’d never thought you’d be this much of a teaser,” you remarked, your fingers finding their way into his hair, playing absentmindedly. “You’re such a gentleman, yet you tease so much” you add with a giggle.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked back up at you. “I’m only like this towards the people I really like.” The sincerity in his voice wrapped around your heart, and his hands traveled higher on your waist, his caresses sending electrifying tingles through you.

“So, are there other girls that get to see this side of you?” you pretended to pout, a playful challenge that earned a bright smile from him.

“No, no. You’re the only girl that gets to see this side of me. I was just talking about the guys… my family. I’m more comfortable with you all, and I can be myself,” Yeosang continued, his gaze scanning your face before lingering on your soft lips.

“I’m glad I can be one of those people, then,” you whispered softly, feeling an undeniable connection with him.

“May I?” Yeosang asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Your heart raced as you nodded in response. And before you could fully process what was happening, his warm, soft lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was tender yet deep, an exquisite blend of passion and sweet affection. Each movement was slow, deliberate, as if he were crafting a work of art, and you felt yourself melting into him, intoxicated by the moment.

When he finally pulled away, you whimpered softly, reluctant to break the blissful intimacy. Yeosang chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your lips, before planting gentle kisses along your cheek. He trailed down to your neck, eliciting a gasp from you as you surrendered to the sensation of his warm breath and soft kisses.

“Y-Yeo…” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through you. He continued to explore your skin, moving from your neck to your collarbone, his touch igniting your senses.

“Damn Yeo, are you trying to devour her?” The teasing voice of Jongho interrupted the sacred moment. You gasped, turning your head to see him standing in the doorframe with a smug smirk.

“Fuck off,” Yeosang muttered against your skin, refusing to let his lips leave you even for a moment.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Jongho ventured further into the kitchen, a mischievous smile on his face as he approached you. “You enjoying this, pretty?” he asked softly, brushing his fingers through your hair, sending currents of warmth spiraling through you. You nodded, unable to form words, your breath hitching in your throat. The sound of chuckles vibrated around you from both boys—Jongho’s and Yeosang’s—as Yeosang’s lips continued their descent lower.

Jongho cupped your cheek, tilting your face toward him before pressing his own soft lips against your forehead. His kisses trailed down your skin, lingering on your cheek before finally finding your lips, weaving a tender yet fervent kiss that made your heart race.

As desire swelled within you, you whimpered into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensations wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The knowledge of what you had signed up for in this polyamorous relationship danced in the corner of your mind, but nothing could prepare you for the heady rush of being kissed by two of your boyfriends simultaneously.

Yeosang shifted slightly, giving Jongho room to deepen the kiss. His hands found their way around your back, holding you close, anchoring you in the moment.

“O-oh God,” you gasped, overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all as Yeosang smiled against your skin, playfully biting you.

“Alright, enough, you two” A new voice broke through the haze, and you turned to see Hongjoong grinning at the scene before him, his smirk playful yet admonishing. “Let Y/N breathe,” he added, stepping forward to pull Yeosang and Jongho off you gently.

Both Jongho and Yeosang exhaled in exaggerated sighs, their lips glossy and flushed like yours, a mirrored reflection of the intoxicating atmosphere you’d been engulfed in moments before.

“Fuck, if you wanted a taste, you could’ve just joined us,” Jongho joked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he caught Hongjoong’s gaze. Yeosang chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement as he took in your flushed face, still reeling from the whirlwind of emotion.

“For you two being the most quiet members, you’re so perverted,” Hongjoong laughed, rolling his eyes in exaggerated exasperation. He reached for your hand, a soft smile brightening his features. “Come on, let’s go. I want to show you something.”

Despite the heat still radiating in your cheeks from the flustered makeout session, you managed to nod softly, curiosity replacing the dizzying warmth in your chest as Hongjoong pulled you out of the kitchen, leaving a trail of lingering whispers and shared glances behind you.

———

Hongjoong's hand slipped into yours as he led you up the staircase, a warmth spreading between your fingers. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the narrow hallway, painting everything in a cozy light. You felt a flutter of excitement in your chest, wondering what he had planned. Suddenly, Hongjoong turned to you, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What did you want to show me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, curious yet hesitant.

He leaned closer, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug, pulling you snugly against him. “Hm, nothing much,” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I just wanted you to myself.” As he buried his face into the crook of your neck, you could feel the warmth radiating off him, mingling with your own. Laughter bubbled up from within you as you pressed against him, enjoying the closeness.

“I don’t like sharing,” Hongjoong mumbled into your skin, his breath tickling you. You pulled back slightly, confusion etching across your face as you searched his gaze.

“Joong… what do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your brows in curiosity.

Hongjoong chuckled softly, tenderly cupping your face in his hands. His thumb lightly stroked your cheek, a calmness washing over you. “Not like that, baby,” he assured you, his voice a low murmur. “I just meant that I want us to be alone when it comes to being more intimate”

You tilted your head, pondering his words. “But you always hug and give me kisses in front of everyone?” you pointed out, slightly baffled.

“Yeah, I know…” He leaned in ever so closer, his warm breath washing over your face as he spoke. “…but those are quick hugs and quick kisses.” His voice dropped to a whisper, intimate and charged. “This time… I want to take my time.”

With each word, his lips hovered tantalizingly close to yours, barely brushing against your skin. A hitch caught in your throat at his teasing. His nose nudged playfully against yours, leaving you yearning for more. The anticipation made you whine softly, a plea for him to deepen the connection.

“Joong, don’t tease me,” you whispered, feeling a heat creep up your cheeks at the thought of everyone’s earlier teasing. “Everyone has been at it today…” The complaint tumbled from your lips, desperate for his touch.

"Okay, okay, sorry," Hongjoong chuckled, pulling away with a sheepish grin. "But on a serious note, there’s something I want to show you."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

Hongjoong’s eyes lit up with a spark of excitement as he gestured toward his desk. He stood, walking around to your side and guiding you gently to the cushioned chair in front of his computer. "Sit here," he said softly, his voice warm as he pulled the chair closer to the screen, making sure you were comfortable.

He hovered for a moment behind you, his arm gently resting across your shoulders as he reached for the mouse. You could feel the weight of his touch, warm and reassuring, as he moved the cursor across the screen with careful precision.

"Do you remember that song I was working on in the library?" he asked, his voice filled with an almost shy anticipation.

You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, your eyes briefly flicking from his face to the screen before responding. "Yeah, I remember."

Hongjoong smiled, a soft, almost secretive curve of his lips that made your heart flutter. "I finished it," he murmured, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before he clicked open a file. "I want you to listen to it."

He grabbed a pair of headphones from the side of the desk and gently placed them over your ears. His hands lingered there for just a moment, his fingers brushing your skin so lightly it almost felt like a whisper. You tried not to think too much about it as he clicked the spacebar to play the track.

The soft hum of music filled your ears, and immediately, your body relaxed into the melody. The beat was gentle, the lyrics intimate, drawing you in with every note. Your heart seemed to sync with the rhythm, beating in time with the music. There was something about the song—something in the way it made you feel like the world had momentarily slowed down, like you were wrapped in the warmth of his sound. The lyrics spoke of love, of longing, of dreams and promises, and as the final verse came to a close, you felt a lump in your throat.

When the song ended, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You pulled the headphones from your ears, turning toward Hongjoong with a bright, genuine smile.

He was looking at you nervously, his lips pressed into a tight line, waiting for your reaction. "How was it?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability as he took the headphones from your hands and set them on the desk.

You didn’t hesitate. "Joong, it’s beautiful. I love it so much," you said, your voice thick with sincerity, as your heart swelled with emotion. "It’s incredible."

Hongjoong let out a small, nervous laugh, his cheeks turning pink as he rubbed the back of his neck and glanced away. "You can be honest, Y/N. If you didn’t like it, it’s okay."

You shook your head, leaning forward a bit. "Hongjoong, I’m serious! This song is so good! I need it on my phone—like, right now," you said with a playful giggle, reaching out for his hands, desperate to hold onto some piece of him, some connection to the music that felt like it had touched your soul.

Hongjoong’s smile softened, and he reached for your hands, his fingers interlacing with yours. "I’m submitting this for my final project," he said, his voice now a little quieter, tinged with something deeper. He looked at you, his gaze both tender and earnest. "And I just wanted to tell you... thank you."

You blinked, confused. "Why are you thanking me?" you asked, your voice a little breathless from the intensity of the moment.

Hongjoong’s smile grew even more gentle, and he leaned in slightly, his voice barely a whisper. "You helped me finish it. You’re my muse." His words hung in the air, simple yet profound, and your heart skipped a beat.

You felt your cheeks warm, a flush creeping across your face as his words settled into your chest. "Hongjoong..." you whispered, the weight of his sentiment making you feel both overwhelmed and cherished all at once.

Without thinking, you stood up from the chair, your legs suddenly feeling unsteady as the emotions swirled inside you. You stepped toward him, closing the gap between you, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a gentle embrace. The scent of him—a mix of clean cologne and something distinctly him—filled your senses, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"What did I do to deserve you guys?" you whispered, your voice shaky with a mix of awe and gratitude.

Hongjoong’s arms immediately encircled your waist, pulling you closer, his body warm and solid against yours. His grip was firm, as though he never wanted to let go. You both stood there for a long moment, the world outside the room fading away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the space you shared.

You rested your forehead against his, your breath mingling with his as you looked down toward his lips.

“Kiss me,” you whispered out, longing for his touch. He smirked, the mischievous gleam in his eyes igniting a flame deep inside you, as he finally devoured your lips.

The connection was electric—soft yet maddeningly intense. The room filled with the wet sounds of your lips moving in a passionate dance, your breaths melding together in the heat of the moment. Hongjoong’s hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer, as your own arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

You stumbled backward, your legs brushing against the soft edge of his bed, collapsing onto the plush mattress with a soft 'thud.'

“Fuck, Y/N,” Hongjoong murmured against your lips, eyes glazed with desire. You responded instinctively, deepening the kiss, refusing to let go. His knees pressed against your waist, pinning you down as the two of you continued your heated exploration of each other's mouths.

“Baby, wait—” Hongjoong panted, caught off guard as your kisses trailed from his lips to his cheek and down his jawline. You ignored him, your lips marking their path towards his neck—inviting and tempting.

“Y/N…” His voice was a strained whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his control slipping as he groaned, quickly catching your wrists and pinning them above your head. The confusion in your gaze made him gulp.

“I said wait, darling.” His voice was softer now, leaning down to place a gentle peck on your lips. “Let’s not move too fast…” The sincerity in his gaze made your heart flutter, but you felt the throbbing heat of desire coursing through your veins.

“No… it’s okay, Joong… I want to,” you replied softly, uncertainty mingling with determination as you pouted.

“Fuck, baby, I know. So do I.” He sighed, the weight of the moment evident in his expression. He released your wrists, his hands resting on the mattress beside you as he tried to collect himself.

“Then let’s do it…” you whispered, leaning closer. The raw yearning in your voice hung heavily in the air.

“We can’t, baby… not yet,” he hissed, shifting away from you. Panic surged deep within, and you sat up, the distance between you feeling unbearable.

“Why?” you asked, your voice barely breaking the silence. Hongjoong gazed at you, concern etched across his handsome face, as he cupped your cheeks—his caress gentle and reassuring.

“I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to sleep with you. As much as you may think I’m not, it’s just as important for me. I— We, want to show you that we really care for you.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his affection creating a comforting bubble around you. “The boys and I agreed to not do anything just yet, okay baby?”

His genuine honesty struck a chord in your heart, the ache of warmth spreading through you. You nodded, a soft smile emerging despite the lament of pent-up desire.

“Okay…” you said softly, and Hongjoong smiled back, capturing your lips once again in a gentle kiss, his hands finding their way to your lap.

Then, without meaning to, his fingers brushed against the fabric of your tights, and an immediate awareness rushed over him. The dampness beneath his fingertips sent shockwaves through your system. He paused, pulling back to assess you, his eyes widening with realization.

“Fuck, you got that wet just from kissing?” His voice was thick with surprise, as his fingers tapped against the moist fabric, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

“Joong~,” you gasped, embarrassment flooding you. Heat rushed to your cheeks.

“Remind me, who kissed you tonight?” Hongjoong began drawing lazy patterns against the damp patch, teasing you relentlessly. Your tongue felt tied with embarrassment, and you couldn’t bring yourself to respond.

“Tell me, baby,” he whispered, the smirk on his lips telling you he wasn’t letting you off the hook.

“Mingi… Hwa… Jongho… and Yeo…” you whimpered, the confession rolling off your tongue. The teasing darkness in his eyes flared with satisfaction.

“And?” he pressed, his lips ghosting over yours.

“And you…” you admitted, your voice barely a breath.

“I can’t leave you all pent up like this, huh, baby?” Hongjoong murmured, his voice low and sultry, teasing with intent.

“Wouldn’t be very good of me as your boyfriend, now would it?” he continued, playful yet serious.

“I thought you said we can’t do it…” you whimpered, the confusion heating your cheeks even more.

“Yeah… but the boys and I only agreed to actual intercourse.” His lips found your neck, planting soft kisses that sent tingling shivers down your spine. “Never said anything about touching you… with my fingers.”

He pulled away just enough to whisper against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Want me to touch you, darling?”

Your heart raced at the tenderness in his voice as you felt the thrill of anticipation rush through you. “Y-yes, please,” you breathed, tilting your neck instinctively to give him more access. You could barely contain the yearning, the desperate need building inside you, and as his fingers danced along the fabric of your clothing, you knew this night was far from over.

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Author’s note: FINALLY! I know I’m sorry for the super long wait 🥲. I was so busy this past month! Anyways I hope you all like this chapter😝✋. Chapter 6 will be out soon!

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[kpopsexstories]

GAY ONE-SHOT #8: MX Wonho x Male Reader Body Worship

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Idols: Monsta X's Wonho

Content: Wonho is looking for a bottom who takes control – you’re happy to give him what he needs.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 3.2k

💬 Request: Hey! I'm the person who did the Wonwoo request; I've just read your post about the SubTop! Wonho suggestion and I'M TOTALLY ON BOARD! Also, I believe adding a little bit of body worship (M/R to Wonho) to the fic would be great. Btw, I also believe that the Wonho x Hyungwon series would definitely be an AMAZING idea :D

Wonho is sitting naked and hard on the edge of the bed and you wonder what the hell you're even doing here. He's got a boyfriend. You thought Hyungwon would be here too but he's not. You've been with them both before but never one at a time.

You feel like you're taking part in something very wrong – but Wonho seems eager and sure of himself and you figure what they get up to in their relationship is their choice. Besides, maybe Hyungwon will join you later.

You don't know and you don't ask. The forbidden act is actually thrilling to you. Wonho's big, sexy, muscular body turns you on so bad. You're sure that if Hyungwon was in the room too he'd be smirking in the corner, jerking off while watching his boyfriend fuck you.

Their relationship is an extraordinary mystery to you. But Wonho is the one who invited you here and who are you to judge? If he wants to stick his dick in your ass that's on him, and you're not about to stop him from making a mistake. If it even is a mistake.

In fact you suddenly want to take charge. The sight of Wonho's naked body makes you go wild. You're so hot for him, so horny, so eager to feel him in you again that – in the heat of the moment – the question if you're helping him cheat conveniently slips your mind.

All you can think about are those muscles. Oh, those big, firm, bulky muscles. Damn the man is hot.

You take off your underwear and walk up to him. He's staring at you with his mouth open and hands planted on the bed behind him. He knows what's about to happen, you know it, and there's no stopping you now. No boyfriend in the world can prevent you from fucking the man so good his eyes turn inside out while he's pounding you hard.

You reach Wonho and put a hand on his shoulder. You firmly push him down, making his arms buckle and he falls onto his elbows. You put a knee on either side of him as you climb on top of the bed, sit down on his lap and trace your hand across his flexing chest.

His skin is warm and smooth to touch. His eyes are hungry and full of lust. He may have a great sex life already, but nothing beats the sight of your naked body and the way you take control of the situation.

“Wanna fuck me?” you ask with a seductive smirk.

“Y-yeah,” Wonho whimpers then clears his throat. “Yeah,” he repeats, in a deep and manly voice this time.

There’s no one more manly, muscular and confident than Wonho, and you've got even him shaking when you offer yourself to him. It's an accomplishment you can't help but feel proud of.

You abruptly kiss his lips, the final barrier between hesitation about helping the man cheat and mind-blowing sex broken in an instant. There's no turning back now. As your hard cock rests on his abs and stomach, and your lips meet repeatedly on the bed, Hyungwon is all but forgotten.

Sure, you could face reality and think of him, who's probably home alone and oblivious to what you're doing to his man. You could be the good guy and stop this, at any time.

But you and Wonho both know that ain't happening. And before the night is over you'll learn that this actually isn't cheating at all. It's just a test, deviced by Hyungwon himself, and by taking control and fucking his boyfriend senseless you unwittingly pass with flying colors.

You're just the man they've been looking for.

You kiss Wonho again and proceed to make out. You rub your body against his as you bend forward, feeling his hard muscles and caressing his soft face and strong arms. He closes his eyes and gives himself to the moment, while you rock your hips and let your cheeks glide along his shaft.

At some point you sit up straight and reach behind you. You find his cock and release the hard shaft from below your ass. You place it against your cheeks while pushing it back with your body, and make it jolt the way you passionately rub against the erection.

You look down and the man at your mercy and smirk. His pleasured face and soft moans make you even hornier. There's nothing you enjoy more than a fit, confident man begging for you to let him fuck you.

You decide to give him what he so desperately wants and raise your ass high above his crotch, by sitting straight on your knees. His hands are on your thighs and torso while you position the cock behind you. Slowly you lower yourself onto Wonho's length, still grinning wide when your hole wraps itself tight around the head and shaft.

Wonho groans. He squeezes you harder while his abs become tense and hard. You push the palms of your hands down on his chest and stomach, controlling the pace as he penetrates you and you sink back down onto his lap.

“Ahh, fuck!” he exclaims. He's right where you want him, but you're also right where he wants you.

When the dick is all the way in you start rocking your body back and forth. Slow at first, as you get used to the sensation of the thick organ stretching your hole. Then faster, as you bounce gently up and down at a steady pace while Wonho lies all the way down with his eyes still fixed on your front.

“Fuck you're hot,” he groans.

You begin to pant and ride him harder. “I know,” you say and give him a brief naughty smirk. You love the way you make him grimace, the way he looks pained and pleasured at the same time.

You continue to bounce for a couple of minutes, your hole getting used to being stretched and Wonho's shaft feeling more agile and slippery with each jolt. His face also relaxes with time and he closes his eyes, as he gives himself over to you fully.

You look down at his open mouth, broad shoulders and wide arms. You keep feeling his bulging chest and firm pecs. His abs flex as he thrusts into you, and gradually you let him take over all the work.

“Harder!” you order and Wonho jolts. The strained expression returns. “Oh yeah, fuck me harder big boy,” you say and clench your cheeks around his shaft to make him moan.

You're just teasing him, letting him feel like he has all the power. In reality you're in full control, and he does everything you want him to do. When your legs grow weary and you feel a need to change positions you order him to play along by pushing him down hard and seductively on the bed.

Wonho is surprised by your sudden action. He opens his eyes wide when your body falls down on top of him. He groans again when you lift your ass until the dick falls out, and you quickly roll off the man and onto your side.

He tries to follow but you stop him. You put a hand on his shoulder and fight back. He quickly gives in to your subtly dominant ways and stays on his side beside you.

You briefly check out his hot body, eyeing him from head to hip. His torso is big but curved in this position, and his feet and lower legs dangle over the edge of the bed.

You move away from him and turn around. You get up on your knees and waddle to the headboard. You can feel his bewildered eyes on your back and ass as you position yourself against the wall, plant your hands on it, and spread your legs wider.

“Get over here,” you command and turn your head to see the man in the corner of your eye. Wonho leaps up with such speed it makes you giggle, and you love how eager but obedient he is.

“Closer,” you say when he positions himself behind you and you feel his hands on your hips. “Fuck me hard.”

You feel the dick play around your cheeks. Wonho gently slaps it against your skin but only a couple of times. The head soon finds your hole again and when it's half way in you forcefully stick your ass out further.

“Mmph!” Wonho exclaims when his shaft is pushed inside you. “Mm, fuck!”

He explores the full length of your body with his hands. They glide up and down your back and side, from your ass to your shoulders and down your thighs.

You press your head against the wall and use your hands and arms for resistance. Wonho's grip hardens around your hips, as he begins to thrust into you repeatedly.

“Fuck me Wonho,” you order which makes him go a little faster. “Put your arms around me.”

His hands glide around your front and he squeezes you tight. You can hear him grunting lowly by your neck and ear.

“Oh yeah, harder big boy!”

His muscles become locked in position, his big and strong arm engulfing you in lust and desire.

“Ah, Wonho, fuck my ass!”

His groin and stomach clap against your cheeks and lower back.

“Mm, yeah, fuck my ass!”

Wonho grimaces as he buries his face in your neck. “Ahh,” he groans. “Ahh, fuck you feel so good.”

You smile at the wall and occasionally grimace too. The thick and hard, but smooth and slippery, sensation of his cock sliding back and forth inside you and hitting you repeatedly in just the right spot feels so great.

Wonho's arm around your chest falls down, and his hand finds our dick. He grabs it tight and strokes it.

“Huuh, huuh, huuh, huuh!” he heaves right next to you while your cock throbs between his fingers. “Huuh, huuh, huuh, huuh!”

He's getting a little too comfortable. It's time to take back control again.

You push the thrusting man away by leaning backwards with your arms and hands on the wall. He tries to steady himself and push back inside you by pulling at your hip, but you're too forceful and he loses his balance.

He waddles backwards on his knees and pulls out. You turn around and stare at him with lust in your eyes. Then you give him another stern order: “Get out of bed,” you say.

Wonho keeps moving back while you stare at him. He gets out and stands on the floor by your feet. He looks puzzled when you don't tell him what to do next. You just smile to yourself, admiring the hot and shizled body on display, and the rock hard cock and erection pointing straight out between the man's legs.

You scoot down the bed in his direction. You reach out and feel him. You trace his abs and chest with your fingers, and he chuckles when he flexes and his pecs do a little jump.

“Like what you see?” he asks with a smirk.

You look up and stare him in the eye. “Oh yeah,” you say and grab his boner.

You spread your legs around his thighs. He tries to come for you but you hold him back. Instead you stick out your tongue and lick his smooth skin, while slowly stroking his dick to edge him on.

“Mmm,” you say when you taste him.

“Uhh, yeeeah,” he exclaims and throws his head back when you yank the shaft.

No other man has ever made him feel the way he feels in this moment. Not even Hyungwon.

*****

Wonho is standing by the foot of the bed, naked, hard and eager to fuck you. But you won't let him. You're in charge here. You want to have some fun with his thick, muscular body first.

You sit in front of him and grab his cock. You stroke it while licking and touching his big chest and defined abs. He's mesmerized by what you're doing to him, and when you take the dick in your mouth and suck it he throws his head back and moans.

You give him an intense pleasure, the way your tongue plays with the head and your lips engulf his shaft. He's quite large, but you know you can take it because he's been inside you several times before.

You bring him to the edge by skillfully flicking your tongue and wetting the shaft. You make him moan and grunt above you, while he spreads his legs slightly and grabs your hair. He moves his hips back and forth, face-fucking you until he almost comes.

You take the root of the dick and pull your head back. You stare at the length drenched in saliva and pre-cum, and look up to see Wonho's pleasured and grimacing face.

“Fuck, don't stop!” he begs. “Ahh, holy shit, you're amazing!”

You love the way he can't get enough of you. “Better than Hyungwon?” you ask and smirk, still holding the cock. You've been wondering why Wonho's boyfriend isn't with you, having fun the three of you the way you've done in the past.

“Yeah, in some ways,” Wonho says. “You could teach each other a thing or two.”

You suddenly pull yourself up on the bed, swirl around and stand on all four. Your feet dangle over the edge of the mattress, and Wonho admires your figure from behind.

He doesn't get a chance to react though before you give him another order: “Fuck me,” you say, finally giving the man what he wants. “I wanna feel your dick inside me.”

Wonho immediately springs to action. You've turned him into quite an obedient toy, but in reality he's right where he wants to be. He likes it when you take control, and with your hot ass and body flaunting on his bed, he's more than happy to give back to you.

He positions the head and shaft between your cheeks. You close your eyes and bury your head in a pillow while he slaps his dick against your skin repeatedly. He's still drenched in saliva, slippery as he slides the dick against your skin.

He takes a firm grip of your hip with one hand and you spread your legs wider as he guides the dick with the other. The head pushes in, expands your hole and you let out a soft moan. He exhales deeply when he slips all the way in, and a wonderful sensation shoots through both your bodies.

“Mm, yeah,” you moan into the pillow.

“Ahh, fuck,” he says and starts to move his firm ass and large thighs back and forth.

The dick fills you up and rubs your insides. Wonho is holding on firmly around your ass. His groin soon claps against your rear as he begins to fuck you.

Before long you're both chipping for air. You imagine Wonho's broad and hot body behind you and he admires your back and ass. The bed starts sliding back and forth ever so slightly, moved by the sexual attraction between you.

As great as it all is, you can't help but wish that Hyungwon was here too. You would have loved a second dick in your mouth in this very moment.

Wonho seems to really enjoy the alone time though. He's quickly pounding you hard and fast, turned on by your soft whimpering. Suddenly he's the one in control and you love it.

He starts to heave behind you, long and deep as he gasps for air. “Huuh, huuh huuh,” he repeats while fucking you good.

“Ah, Ah, fuck my ass!” you occasionally repeat. “Harder!”

Wonho is building up a sweat. It's a real workout for him. His smooth skin starts to glisten from perspiration and the clapping sounds of his groin against your ass grow louder, like a suction cup on a slippery surface.

“Mmpfh, I'm gonna come!” he announces. His face is strained and he clutches his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, come on my back,” you order.

Wonho quickly pulls out. He grabs his thick dick and strokes it fast. You stick your ass higher in the air as his shaft and hand brush against it.

Wonho's panting becomes louder and deeper. “Ah, Ah, Ah, Mmmmmpfhhh!”

You suddenly sit up and turn around. You slide down on the bed in the direction of his cock. You lie on your side and stare at it, then glance up to see Wonho's flushed chest and stomach and his grimacing face above you.

He has his legs slightly spread and feet firmly planted on the floor. You open your mouth and position it below his hand. The dick rests against your lips and nose, and Wonho throws his head back when comes on your face.

“Ahh, mmmmmpfhhh!” he exclaims and abruptly lets go of the shaft. It jolts and slaps your nose and lips repeatedly when he orgasms. “Mmmm, fuck!”

Sperm shoots out of the head and you flinch when it hits your eyebrow. You instinctively close your eyes and feel the sperm land on your cheek and nose. You move your mouth to take the head in it, and lick and suck it while Wonho empties himself.

“Holy shit!” he pants and stares directly down at you. Your eyes meet and you seductively lick the full length of the shaft. “Fuck, you're so good!”

Wonho's chest and stomach move in and out in large, rapid motions. He's still heaving for air, his abs and pecs flexing each time he exhales. You smirk up at him and lick the last drop of sperm off his cock, then move away from him and lie on your back, leaning on your elbows while admiring the sexy and sweaty body in full.

“That was so hot!” Wonho exclaims. He puts a knee on the bed and comes toward you.

“Hotter than Hyungwon?” you ask and smirk. You still don't understand why Wonho's boyfriend isn't here.

“No,” Wonho said. “No one's hottest than him, sorry. But you're really good.”

He climbs on top of you and gives you a kiss, then adds: “I've been trying to get him to be more dominant in bed. You're the perfect guy. Would you be open to help?”

You chuckle and look the man in the eyes while he wipes the sperm off your face with the back of his hand. “What, you want me to teach him?”

“Yeah, something like that. Would you? I'd love it if he took control like you do.”

You give the man the side eye stare while thinking over what he's asking of you. “Sure,” you finally say. “Yeah, I'd love to.”

It's been a while since the couple picked you up at a bar for the first time. Any chance to spend more time naked in bed with them is interesting. If Wonho wants you to spice up their sex life, you're more than happy to help.

“Great,” Wonho says. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Sure,” you say and kiss his chest.

You've passed Wonho's test, and if another threesome with them is on the table you'd be free any night of the week.

[venusrising91]

Cam-Boy

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut 18+ (sprinkle of plot)

Summary: Bunny_hunk_lee is the top OF performer in your state—he’s also the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. You’ve been subscribed to his channel for months, and when a rare opportunity to breathe the same air as him presents itself, you leap at it.

Word count: 1,960 (about 2 pgs)

T/W: Forced urination, para-social relationship and power imbalance

“Bi_sexiboi93! Thanks for that generous donation. Much appreciated babe.”

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face at the sound of your username leaving Bunny_hunk_lee’s lips. You never missed a stream and tonight’s was spectacular. You shared an orgasm—through the screen of course.

Bunny_hunk_lee toweled the cum off his abs with a smirk and the sight alone was enough to push you over the edge once more. But you controlled yourself, and instead sent him another donation—double the amount of the last one. “Whoa, thanks again Bi_sexiboi93. You really love me don’t you baby?”

He spoke like this to all of his subscribers—it was nothing special, you knew well. But that didn’t stop the heat from spreading through you at the mention—at the acknowledgement.

After flexing his triceps and giving his cum-slick cock a few more pulls, Bunny_hunk_lee ended the stream. You sighed and cleaned yourself up, then slipped in bed, pulling out your phone for one last doom scroll before resting.

A new post from Bunny_hunk_lee appeared on your feed. He was wearing the same clothes he had on during the stream, except it was daytime. He must have snapped it beforehand. It was a shot of him face down on his bed, in a hoodie and shorts—plump muscular ass taking up most of the frame. You commented: wish i was under you👅

Already drowsy from the orgasm, sleep came as easily as breathing, and you drifted.

The next morning, you woke twenty minutes after your alarm had gone off, and that meant that you had to rush through your shower and breakfast to avoid being late for work. Thankfully you made it there in time for the weekly meeting. When it was done, you caught up on some emails and before long, your lunch hour rolled around. You took it at your desk and whipped out your phone while you ate.

You nearly choked as the notifications filled your screen. Bunny_hunk_lee replied to your comment: oh yeah? What state you live in babe?

He had liked all six of the photos on your profile grid. Most were selfies you’d taken at the gym and a few blurry food pics. Your heart began pumping faster when you saw the icon indicating two unread messages from him in your inbox.

ur hot.

wanna bottom for me on OF?

You stared at the words with your mouth hanging open. You typed out four replies, deleting each one. Your initial reactions were too cringey to send. As you tried for a fifth time, a green dot appeared next to his profile pic. Then:

typing…

Fuck. Why was your heart beating so fast? Before you could steel yourself, another message popped up.

forgot to add, it’s for pre-recorded content, not a stream so can blur ur face

Anonymity and a chance to be with him? Who could ask for anything more? You took a deep breath and wrote:

I’m down. When and where?

Your hands were shaking as you exchanged messages back and forth, arranging the time and place for the shoot. He sent you his health details and a clean STD panel. You did the same, luckily having just gotten your results back from your last physical a few days ago. The timing was perfect. And you even lived near his address. All this time, he was just a twenty minute drive from your apartment. 

The rest of the day was a blur. Hell, the rest of the week. You were riding on a high—one you didn’t want to come down from. The man you’ve been jacking off to every night not only thinks you’re hot, but he wants to fuck you too. You could hardly believe it. 

Later, he went live and you tried watching the stream but found that it made you jitter with nerves and so for the first time in two years, you skipped it.

When the day of the scheduled hook-up finally arrived, you could hardly take steady breaths. You wished the drive up to his place took longer so you could gather yourself. But you were there in a flash.

Once you showed up, he stood on the other side of the door, smiling down at you. He was taller than you by more than just a few inches. You hadn’t expected that. In person his muscles were more defined—his complexion even richer. 

“Don’t look so nervous—I won’t bite until you ask me to, come on in.”

He opened the door wide and you slipped past him with a shy chuckle, catching a whiff of his cologne. Tom Ford, expensive stuff.

“Nice place,” you said, taking inventory of his spacious, luxury condo.

“Thanks. Bedroom’s just through there. Need anything before we get going. Water? Bathroom?”

You shook your head and made for the room. It was three times the size of yours. A camera was pointed at the bed. He came in and stood behind it, fiddling with the settings before peeling off his shirt.

“Should I take mine off too?” you asked.

“Whatever makes you comfortable, baby. Speaking of comfort, got any boundaries? Anything off limits?”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you blurted out in excitement before thinking. He chuckled.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

He stepped from behind the camera and began palming your cock over your jeans, breathing minty breath over you all the while. He had you out of your clothes in seconds. 

“You gonna be a good bottom and stay hard for me the whole time?” he whispered as he gripped you, sliding his hand from base to tip and back again. You nodded, unable to find the words to form a reply. A small, helpless whimper escaped you as he tipped your head to the side and kissed the length of your neck. He made his way to your mouth. His tongue swirled around yours, warm and soft between your lips. The embrace was so intense that you had to pull away to catch your breath. As you panted, he put a hand on your shoulder, urging you onto your knees. He reached inside his pants and his thick cock sprang free. Quickly he took hold of it, slapping it against your face.

“Open your mouth for me,” he cooed, bottom lip caught between his teeth while he stared down at you. His head fell back as you swallowed him. “Just like that,” he added, groaning and fisting your hair. He let you give him head for as long as you wanted, praising you the whole time. The taste of his clean skin had you leaking onto the hardwood floors. He noticed the growing micro pool of it as he pulled you to your feet. “Crawl on the bed, all fours, ass to the camera. Gonna spread that hole and get you dripping even more.”

Once you assumed the position he’d asked of you, he struck an open palm across both of your ass cheeks. You gasped at the sting, then moaned long and hard as his tongue circled your entrance. He ate you for what felt like ages, teasing you here and there with tugs and strokes. You almost came as he pumped your rock hard cock from behind. Suddenly you jerked with the beginning of what would have been the most intense release of your life, but he abruptly drew back, sensing your orgasm and robbing you of it.

“Not yet, baby. Haven’t even given you my pipe. You want it don’t you?” You nodded, then he chuckled and slapped your ass cheeks again, driving away the sensation of your building orgasm and somehow, making you even harder than you had been. 

He took a break from spanking you to adjust the camera angle, leaving you feeling bare and exposed without the warmth of his body near yours. When he returned, you looked over your shoulder at him and caught a glimpse of his sculpted body. He was like an Adonis carving as he hovered over you. He winked before depositing a generous stream of lube onto your hole, spreading it around with his finger. He pushed one inside and you arched as it slid in.

“You’re tighter than I’m used to. I’ll take it slow,” he said.

He was true to his word, and took his time entering you. The stretch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. He had you fisting the sheets, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes as he gave you deep strokes. 

Over and over again, he buried his length inside you. Sounds of him pounding you echoed throughout the space. It went on for long, glorious moments. Soon, he slowed his pace, and the tip of his cock curved against your prostate as his balls hit your ass. He lingered there, grinding. The motion made your eyes roll back while he pressed himself deeper, rubbing his engorged head against your spot and making you leak all over his clean sheets. It took you a moment to realize he was getting close. He emptied a hot burst of cum inside you the next instant, prompting your release. It swept over you like a storm—you weathered it beneath him, ass stuffed full of his cock. 

The ropes came one after another, followed by sharp cries. You shuddered there under all his weight, until he wrapped his arms around your waist and chest, then lifted you off the bed. You hadn’t realized how much stronger he was than you. It was like you weighed nothing to him, despite being pretty stocky and muscular yourself.

“What are you doing?” you asked through heavy breaths as he lowered you onto his lap, both of you were at the edge of the bed now, facing the camera.

“Buying time,” he whispered into your ear, “No one’s ever made me cum that fast.”

Before you could beg him to give you a minute or two to recover from your high, his hand was around your softening, sensitive cock. He pumped hard. You shrieked, bucking and jerking against his firm body. He stilled you with even harder strokes and you stopped fighting as a strange sensation overtook you. 

Before long something began building up—a sharp pressure, not unlike the feeling of almost pissing your pants.

“Please s-stop,” you begged between shivers and breaths. “Feels like I’m gonna—gonna—”

“Piss all over yourself and my floor?” he asked, pumping you even harder, “I know—that’s what I’m betting on. It'll look great on camera.”

Your eyes rolled back for the second time in one night as he pinned you tighter against him, one hand stroking you, the other cupping your balls—which were empty. It was your bladder that wasn’t.

“B-but—”

“Shhhh, it’ll feel good. Even better than the orgasm I just gave you, and you'll probably cum a little more beforehand too. I Promise. Just relax, let it happen. You’ll see, there’s nothing like it.”

You were too overstimulated to protest—to speak—to do anything outside of let your body be led by his influence. He guided you along the path of your second high. You didn’t think it was possible to feel anything as intense as the orgasm you just had. You were wrong. You came again somehow, just like he said you would.

Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside you. You clenched around it uncontrollably and braced yourself against him as the contents of your bladder came gushing out, hard and fast like a fountain. He milked you for every drop as you squealed and writhed in his lap with your back against his chest, panting and on the verge of collapse.

“That’s it sexy. Let it all out for me like a good bottom.”

More tight-fisted strokes sent you arching and spraying. You had never felt anything like this. The floor beneath you was soaked. Both of you were drenched now. He didn’t seem to mind, and pressed kisses into your neck. The wetter you made the place, the more he praised you. You poured like a water hose for a full thirty seconds (you watched the recording once it was posted and timed it).

When at last he drained you of everything, you lay sprawled on the bed, limp and tender as a noodle. He helped you clean yourself, then lay beside you.

“Fuck that was good,” he said, tucking both hands behind his head. “You down for another round. Maybe later this week?”

You rolled onto your side and rested your head on his chest. He stroked your back. 

“Yeah,” you said, “I’d love that.”

[im-not-a-ghost]

Advice on manifesting your desired reality

Group 1 🌸 Group 2 🌷 Group 3 🌼

Group 1 🌸 Oh I never meant to brag ~

Shufflemancy : Rollin Limp Bizkit, The Search NF, Misery Business Paramore

Cards : King of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles

With all this emphasis put on earth related cards the major theme here is grounding. You need to ground yourself in your current reality to be able to see it clearly. Another think I’m picking up on is consistency. You may have a hard time focusing on one task at a time or being consistent in your efforts. It is really important that you deal with that. You are encouraged to work in cooperation with people around you. Isolating yourself is not the best strategy for you at the moment. You are encouraged to rely on your community and exchange with others, especially when it comes to your career. Teamwork makes the dream work. You are encouraged to study, to rely on your mentors. Their could be a masculine figure around you that can provide constructive criticism and help you improve in the areas you are wishing to work on. Standing your ground and being in your grounded masculine energy will help you manifest your desired reality. That would be true especially if you have major earth placements in your chart. I’m mainly picking up on Taurus energy. There needs to be more balance in your energy exchanges with people and situations. If you are currently spending more time and energy in one area of your life you are asked to focus on other priorities to restore the balance. Also, be confident about yourself. Spirit is saying you need to put an end to that impostor syndrom or modesty. I feel like some of you do not allow yourself to be successful because of how others would perceive you. You’re afraid that people around you will not appreciate you being more successful than them so you maintain yourself in a position that does not suit you. Your guides want to warn you that dimming your light for others won’t make them love or respect you more. It is time that you express your true power and claim your throne.

Group 2 🌷 Do whatever we want oh we don’t give a…

Shufflemancy : Stray Kids SKZ, Galaxy Kid Travis, Eye on you Wonho

Cards : ace of pentacles, Chariot, 7 of swords

You are advised to keep your projects and ideas to yourself and move swiftly forward without a sound. Take the opportunities that come your way if it feels right to do so without giving notice to anyone around you until you make it. I am getting that many of you are often times deterred from doing something that would benefit them because of the pessimism of others. There are people around you that do not have your best interest at heart. These people might not realize it or some may be very well aware of what they’re doing. Under the disguise of wanting what’s best for you, they prevent you from moving forward and manifesting your desired reality. You have to move past their illusions and one way to do that is to keep your intentions a secret. In some cultures they say that the more you talk about what you plan to do the less you’re gonna act on it. Don’t be just all talk and instead let your actions speak for you. Get going. Write that book you always had in mind. Create that online shop, go to that dance class, buy those shoes you really wanted. Don’t deprive yourself of good things. Don’t second guess yourself. You know what to do. You have what it takes. You just need to get moving. Some of you are encouraged to start a physical activity to help you deal with possible mental health issues. It is time you stop self sabotaging and also it is time that you don’t let people’s negativity rub off on you.

Group 3 🌼 You take the pain, make it feel good

Shufflemancy : Bad habits Ed Sheeran, Middle finger Bohnes, Lil psycho Kid Travis

Cards : 7 of wands, The World, 3 of wands

There were a lot of eyes on these cards in the deck that I used. So that could be a sign to work on your vision and visualization skills. If you have psychic abilities, honing them will be beneficial to you. Try to get yourself out of the daily drama of others and rise above it all. You need to gain a higher perspective of what is going on around you. If you are currently surrounded by pessimistic/toxic people and things, get yourself out of the eye of the storm. Traveling could be needed. Turn your gaze on the future, not the past. Keep your focus on your expansion. Maybe find inspiration in other cultures, in people that are very different from you or that have already gotten out of the storm and try to learn from it. Don’t get into petty fights. Don’t mingle in people’s business. If they try to grad you in it set boundaries. You are encouraged to plan and script your next steps. If you resonate with scripting as a manifestation method then definitely do that regularly. Write your daily intentions, your daily gratitude list, write your letters to the Universe. Write your desired reality on a paper and cleanse it with sage or any other purifying herb. Keep that paper with you wherever you go. Don’t put it under your pillow. You don’t want to sleep on your dreams, do you? However, you can whisper your intentions and affirmations to your water and drink that water. The good vibrations of your words will then circulate in your body.

[ntio-blog]

Leather & Latex: The K-Pop Idols Dog

C w: foot worship, facesitting, face farts, armpit worship, &wedgies

Even after working free from the sheets, you begin to feel a bit nervous and excited about what might come after tonight’s concert. For the past few days Bangchan and Wonho had been putting you through your paces. You had learned that you loved man farts and they were happy to oblige, but last night they wanted to try something new.

They had both been practicing extra hard and had wanted you to massage their sweaty feet afterward. But it was too much, your body was already too spent from them taking turns as your sitter. Each one drowning you in their own sweat-soaked briefs as you gasped for fresh-air and taking every opportunity to tease your bulge and make you whine into their asses. They laughed as your cock continued to harden from the humiliation of Bangchan’s underwear clinging to your face and Wonho’s sweaty socks stroking your hard-on through the StrayKidz briefs they forced you to wear. Wonho’s foot pressed down harder and you knew you were getting close.

“I think he’s getting close.” Wonho laughed as you started bucking to meet his socked foot.

”You might be right, but he still needs to worship these feet. Your socks reek and I can smell mine from my boots.” Bangchan joined in on the laughter, “You better not cum, slave. Your master’s feet still need a proper-“ He was interrupted by the vibrations of the moan you let out as your load blew into the underwear, denying his order and soaking them.

Bangchan swiftly stood, releasing you from his ass prison and taking your chin in his hand.

”Did I give you permission to release?” He says slapping your cheek.

”No Sir! Sorry, Sir! I couldn’t help it!” You say feeling the humiliation flood your system.

”So, you like to disobey?” Wonho says giggling, as he hoists you up and takes hold of the back of your briefs. “Bangchan, I think he needs some more intense training. Can’t have a Seat that can’t follow simple orders!”

“Some training wouldn’t hurt, but some punishment should.” He says placing his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m so sorry Sir! I just couldn’t-“ you’re cut off as Wonho yanks the back of your briefs up, lifting you to your toes if not for Bangchan pressing down on your shoulders. The force takes your breath away as the fabric is pulled higher and higher. The friction pressing it against your hole and smearing your load all over yourself.

”Yeah! Squeal little piggy!” Wonho jeers as your pain and the ripping of the underwear compete for highest volume.

”Please! Please” You beg

”You’ve been very bad but, there isn’t anything we can’t train out of you.” Bangchan promises as he places his armpit into your face and uses his other hand to give you a firm smack on the ass. “Every smack is another lick of my pit to show how sorry you are!”

Thus began a half hour of pit worship and being left perpetually hanging from Wonho’s wedgie assistance. Once they were both satisfied with your groveling, Bangchan wrapped you up and put you in the bed for your nightlong Dutch Oven treatment. Both he and Wonho gassed you to sleep and you had no way to release the new hard-on they created.

So that’s what you suffered last night, with Bangchan leaving you in the burrito when he went to rehearsals to keep you ready for the protein shake fueled Dutch oven that came in between rehearsals and tonight’s concert, which also subsequently knocked you out. Looking at the clock, the concert should be wrapping up shortly. So you grabbed your “Perfect Seat” lanyard and some body spray and headed out to see if you could catch any of the performance. Even though you should have been repulsed by the stink torture, you started to look forward to it after each show, making each performance even better because you could see him working up the sweat he’d make you lick off his muscles later. You catch his eye and he adds a new grind and smack into the choreography and grabs his own ass, winking at you.

After the show, security escorted you back to the trailer and you noticed that there was another “Perfect Seat” passholder being escorted towards LeeKnow’s trailer. As soon as you enter you feel biceps pressing against your throat as you’re caught in a sleeper hold with a sweaty sock being held across your face. Just as you begin to struggle the hold eases and you’re forced to take deep breaths through the sweaty fabric. Then Bangchan’s accent floods your ears.

“I told you that, you would be punished, didn’t I?” He says grinding in to you from behind. The socks odor is foul. Not just smelling of sweat, but old dried sweat, like every step he had ever taken in them was happening in your nose. He then reaches around your neck and you hear a click. He then pushes the sock into your mouth, forcing you to chomp down on his sweat.

“I went ahead and grabbed the oldest pair of socks I own and pushed extra hard in tonight's performance just for you.” He says pulling out a leash and attaching it to the newly placed collar on your neck. “Now it’s time for your training to really begin. Any dog of mine is going to be an obedient one. First things first, good dogs crawl for their masters.” He chuckles as he pushes you down onto your hands and knees. He steps over your leash and presents you with his latex clad bubble butt.

“Time for puppy’s first trick. COME!” he yells and yanks the leash, pulling you deep into his massive ass. The warm latex swallows you up and the leash holds you in place. You try to struggle away but Bangchan pulls harder and jiggles his cheeks to wedge you in deeper. Just as you decide to let the punishment take its toll, you remeber that you’re still gagged with his socks. The sweat coating your mouth and it’s bad taste cause you to start thrashing until you pass out absorbed by his ass.

You wake up a few minutes later and feel a movement in your mouth. You open your eyes to Bangchan standing over you with his foot lodged in your mouth, he chuckles as he continues wiggling his toes. You gag and retch as he keeps pushing further.

“Time for round two puppy! Bark like a good boy!” He teases as drool floods out of your mouth. His foot takes up all of your mouth as you do your best to adjust your jaw. With your tongue pressed to the bottom of his foot you feel pieces of lint drying out your tongue. Once he sees that you’ve reached your brink, he pulls his foot out and drags the drool covered toes across your face. “Get the lint from in between my toes.” He demands. You had already received enough punishment and knew to follow orders. You stick your tongue out and start devouring his toe jam. The salty sweat permanently stains your tongue with its flavor. As you continue to work through each crevice, Wonho enters shirtless and drenched in sweat.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Bangchan says full on stepping on your face and catching your tongue between his toes.

“I had to make sure I got the briefs extra wet for him, gotta make sure he slip right in.” Wonho says, instantly shirking his pants. “Wow, you’re really putting him through it. He already looks broken. I almost feel bad,” he chuckled suntering over to you “let’s go ahead and test this training. Shall we? Bark! Sit! Lay down! Roll over!” you follow each of his commands, not knowing what he has planned with his briefs. At his last command you’re left staring at their sweat soaked crotch and can see how they are made see-through by his perspiration and cling to him. If his monstrous ass wasn’t putting them to the test, his sweat was the final straw.

“Now doggy, Wonho has a very generous offer for you.” Bangchan says and he goes and relaxes on their bed to watch the next part of the show. He eyes you like a cat eager to see the punishment executed.

“Who’s ready for a walk?! Ready for your nightly walk, puppy?” He says as he takes a hold of your leash and spins around. “Bark if you’re ready for a walk boy. Beg like a good boy.”

“Please Master, please take me for a walk. Master Wonho please!!!” You beg oggling his ass as he hypnotically moves it in front of you.

“You get your wish, don’t worry.” He says lifting up the leg of his briefs and pulling it over your head, ensnaring you in his ass with no escape. You try to pull away but the leash and briefs keep you firmly in place. His ass sweat and mush overwhelm you from all over. You can tell he hasn’t showered in two days, in preparation for your punishment. Then you hear the rumble and start to beg again. There’s no way you’d survive a post workout, bareass Wonho blast to the face.

“Please Master! Please!” you cry into his hole. But your screams are nothing but vibrations that stimulate him even more and make him gring back into your face. As you begin to shout again, a 10-second fart is released right into your mouth, inflating your cheeks and burning your lungs. You can hear the muffled laughter of Bangchan and Wonho above you. Then Wonho begins to yell over your cries.

“If you want out, you need to get all of the sweat out ouf my ass. Or else this doggy is going to be getting a few more treats on his walk!” Wonho warns as he releases another fart into your trapped face. The sour air heats up your face and your sweat begins to mix with his ass sweat. Fart after fart begins to leave you weaker and weaker and your will begins to crumble before his ass.

With your knees aching from the floor and his gas depleting your resolve, you finally break and reach your tongue out and start to lick. You hear Wonhos moans as your tongue stays just above his gassy hole. Taking in all the sweat from his performance and workouts.

“Good job, but you’re going to need to please the source before you’re released.” Wonho laughs, swaying his hips. You follow his order and start to tongue his hole. As soon as he feels your tongue, he pulls the leahs taut and forces your mouth against his sweaty hole as he releases a 30-second blast that leaves your lungs filled to the brim. You catch your breath and cough as his fart barrage carries on as you worship his ass, for what feels like an hour.

Finally, Bangchan walks over and release you from your Ass Prison with a satifying squelch as Wonhos ass had molded to your face. Your face red with sweat and humiliation, he pets your head as he would any other dog.

“So, puppy, do you think you will follow our order better now?” He says, eyeing you with a smirk, your chin held in his fingers. Then he slides his thumb into your mouth and you suck without being asked. You don’t even consider his question before you respond “ARF ARF”, soilicitng a laugh from him and another fart blast from Wonho.

[astroyongie]

Monsta X Things They Do That Makes You Feel Like Receiving Princess Treatment

Shownu

its probably because of his height but he loves to wrap you like a burrito. He loves to do that during chilly days, having you pressed against him while he kisses you softly

would always put your needs before his own thats for sure. Shownu is always considering your wants and needs before making decisions about anything. you come first

its a ritual thing but whenever you guys go to bed he has to tuck you in. he is making sure you are comfortable in bed, tucking you in with soft blankets before he joins you

Minhyuk

he loves to show his physical strenght and for that he is always picking you up. he would carry you when you are feeling tired or just to be playful since it makes him feel in charge

Minhyuk is the type to give you gentle forehead kisses to show tenderness and care and he would do it in public without a ounce of problem

he would turn himself into your biggest fan, cheering you on in public and attending events that are important to you while providing the manly support one can need

Kihyun

he never lets you carry your own bag or your own stuff. and Kihyun will be insisting on carrying your bags when they’re heavy, so you don't have to, but the true is he does that with anything your carry, even your smallest purse

he loves to give you jewelry. but his favourite is when he gifts you personalized jewelry engraved with something meaningful. usually its his name or special dates

whenever cold season is here he will be ready for your. Kihyun is pre-warming your jacket and even your blankets during the cold weather so when you use them its warm and nice

Hyungwon

he is your personal doctor whenever you feel sick. Hyungwon is taking his own day off, taking care of you when you are unwell, making sure you have your medicine, soup, and comfort. he ain't living your side until you feel better

he also shows a lot of his appreciation through words. he would regularly telling you how much you mean to him, verbally and with actions as well, giving you pretty much anything you want

its a basic things, but he is always holding your hand both in public and in private. it helps you feel secure and loved by him, as his thumb rubs over your knuckles

Jooheon

he is always the one who takes the lead on planning date nights and special days out so you dont have to do it. he likes to be in charge of the smallest things and let you relax and not worry about a thing

Jooheon offers a lot of comfort on his own way. he likes to rub your back for no particular reason but physical contact but also playing with your hair when you are stressed or upset.

he would transform himself into your sanctuary. he would be a peaceful, non-judgmental space where you can always be your true self without feeling judged or ashamed which provides a lot of comfort

Changkyun

he does this more often than he wants to admit, but occasionally sukuna is bringing breakfast to you in bed, making sure to choose your favourite food and even completing it with flowers on the tray.

his quiet self doesnt express love like others. he would bring you flowers randomly, for no reason other than to see your smile. it makes you feel loved and it makes him feel happy

your success is his biggest flex and he would throwing you mini celebrations for your achievements, no matter how small they are as long as it makes you happy

Bonus Wonho

He loves to dance with you to be honest. Wonho would randomly pull you into a slow dance, even if it’s just in the kitchen without music on. he will put you on top of his feet and do the moving while kissing your lips

he is always leaving notes for you. leaving cute love notes in your bag so you can find it during the day, on your mirror in the morning or in unexpected places like your jacket and shoes

he likes to keep memories of you as well and he does that pretty much always. he keeps a journal of your best moments together before offering it to you

[beserkerjewel]

Now that I have you, can we help Nour, a mother of three?

Nour has raised ���25,531/€40,000. Can we bring in more?

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[adonis-koo]

sweet nothing • 9

| in which he patiently waits one day at a time|

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word count: 2.9k

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Note: no matter how many scenes i write, they're all sad and i'm kinda sorry bc i said this fic wasn't going to have much plot but it somehow has a lot of plot now??? and its kinda sad??? HERE YOU GUYS GO THO

The commotion going on in the estate wasn’t difficult to tell, men had been actively walking more than their usual rotations required and Jungkook knew this was a sign you were causing some sort of chaos as you seemed to do every day now. 

And upon following the trail it led him just a door down from your own room, items being moved and you were currently pouting as you sighed. 

“Do tell me what your idea is for this little renovation project.” Jungkook hummed, leaning against the door, not actually annoyed at how much you always move things around in his estate in fact…Dare he say he felt a little endeared. 

And Jungkook found himself falling into old habits, habit he found himself missing, such as being able to take the time to admire you, all thoughts of work fading from his head at the sight of your dress, just past your knees and a faded checker blue, flowing sleeves that went to your elbows for room and of course the ever growing bump. 

Your hands were set around it seemingly pouting over something before his words drew you out of your thoughts, “Jungkook, I didn’t realize you were home so early.” 

“I have a meeting I have to attend in person later,” Jungkook replied, “You didn’t answer my question.” 

There it was again, that small pout he hadn’t realized he missed so much until it dawned your lips once more, “Well…” You seemed a bit hesitant before you spoke, “I gave it some thought- what we talked about a few days ago, about a nursery and I figured you were right. It’s better we be prepared for it then not.” 

Jungkook was relieved to hear this because while he was trying his hardest to get something on Wonho, there was a smaller, more selfish part of him that enjoyed this, enjoying having you at his estate.

An even smaller part of him not wanting it to end so soon, he had to let go of you once and no it wasn’t fair, but even there was even the slightest chance…well, he didn’t want to let it slip through his fingers and have to let you go once again. 

Jungkook only nodded, “So what's with the look then?” 

“Well,” You gave him a sheepish smile, “I had all of this stuff moved out and realized I have nothing to actually put in here…” 

Jungkook couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he pushed off the frame stepping into the room, “Hm, that’s a strange way to ask for money.”

“Jungkook I wasn’t-”

“I’m teasing relax,” Jungkook cut you off, your lips tugging even poutier, you had always been like this, since day one in fact, always worried he’d think you were using him for money, always trying to deter him from paying even if you didn’t have the means to actually afford it yourself. 

It was sweet, “But you’re also in no position to not accept it and I have more than enough money to afford it- it’s a win win.” 

You stared at his outstretched hand, black shiny amex in his hand, “I don’t feel right just using it.” 

Jungkook sighed wistfully, “You didn’t seem to feel too guilty helping your brother with rates and statistics for drug sales.” 

Your lips parted somewhat in surprise, “That was different…!” 

“You’re right,” There it was that stupid teasing, charming smile of his, “It was probably worse.” 

You knew he was only teasing, but something about it made you feel gross still, you had a reason you were in that room, a reason that is long gone from you now, “Well it doesn’t matter anymore does it?” 

Jungkook paused at the sight of your expression dimming as you continued looking out the open window as your hand absently rubbed your bump, “I haven’t done that for a long time now…”

“Y/n I didn’t mean-”

“I know,” You cut him off softly looking back at him and there was an unmistakable look of regret in his eyes, not wanting to cross any lines with you but you were afraid they already had, “I just…I guess I just have some regrets about getting involved….I never wanted to hurt anyone,” You whispered out, “I had a reason I was there and it had nothing to do with the money...For myself at least.” 

Jungkook frowned, there were still so many things he didn’t know about you, your time together having been cut short when you both had first met, “What other reason could there be?” 

It was an indirect question, rather than a rhetorical one, you knew what he was asking. 

You hesitated, but then again, you supposed it didn’t matter now, it was all in the past, no matter how dull it made your heart ache. 

“Well…” You let out a soft sigh, “I’m sure you remember I wasn’t exactly financially stable, and for me that was fine. It was enough,” You nodded to yourself in thought, “It wasn’t much, but it was enough.”

“Until…?” 

“I received a phone call,” You mumbled, recalling the event, “A foster agency, telling me that they did a DNA test on one of their cases and it came out as a match on me and my brother. Just a week old, dropped off right outside the police station.” 

You had to bite down on your tongue, you had thought you were over it, but it still stung just as raw, “Since we were her only blood family I was given the opportunity to adopt her…” You let out a sigh trying to keep it together, “Except I was too poor, I didn’t even come close to having a qualifying salary to show that I could be responsible for her and take care of her…”

“What about Wonho?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side, baffled at this information. 

You let out a loud scoff, bitterness that you had tried so hard to let go of coming back up as you shook your head, “Wonho didn’t give a shit, told me that it wasn’t our problem but I struck a deal with him, if I helped him up until his annual evaluation with you for his first year of work, he’d help me get the expenses that were required to foster her.” 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed as he shook his head, “And?” 

There it was, that little niggle in your head that was angry about it all, angry at Wonho, angry at yourself, especially at Jungkook, “Well all of it fell apart. Very quickly, one thing after the other. I mean obviously you dropped off the face of the planet for months so Wonho wasn’t making money- I got let go of my job because of the murder- everything went void.” 

Jungkook looked away with a long inhale as if he had been mentally prepared for the moment you’d finally cave and say it, but it wasn’t as if you were wrong, you were simply stating a fact, he completely ghosted you and civilization as everyone knew it and just like that, he had left your life as quick as he entered. 

It was difficult to not be angry about it when he was the one that convinced you that the very thing you were afraid of wouldn’t happen, just for a few short months later, let it happen. And you were sure he had his reasons, you were certain of it, but it didn’t change the fact that he left you with little to no explanation and just like that, never bothered to come back, didn’t even so much as send a letter, a proper apology, nothing. 

“I’ve…” Jungkook’s eyes squinted on the ground, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about what happened.” 

You shook your head, “Jungkook, it’s been two years,” Your voice softened, his eyes glancing up to meet yours and once again you felt the dull ache that never went away, “I shouldn’t of brought it up, I’m sorry…it’s in the past now, life went on.” 

“Well it didn’t for me.” Jungkook let out a small breath and you could hear a hint of bitterness in his voice. 

Your lips quivered a little, “Do you have any right to say that?” 

“Probably not,” When did he get this close to you, “But it doesn’t change how I feel.” 

Old feelings were like a dam bursting inside you and you began to shake your head, “I’m not ready to talk about this Jungkook- can’t we just keep pretending like nothing happened?”

Jungkook shook his head, “We’ve both tried this and neither of us are good at it Y/n, I can’t, not when I have a second chance.”

You raised your brows, “No! No this is…” You took an immediate step back, “This is not what this is Jungkook, what happened is over. I’m only staying here because Wonho has a target on his back and you were kind enough to keep me out of the crossfire.” 

“Maybe that’s how it started out,” Jungkook replied just as quick, taking another step closer to you, “Look…I know it’s not fair,” He frowned, as if he hated saying it, “I had every intention to stay out of your life, it wasn’t fair to drag you along back then and that’s why I didn’t, but…You’re here now, right in front of me. So yes…I do see it as a second chance, and if there’s any way I can make it right, I will.” 

You groaned, “It’s not just making it right anymore!” You wanted to scream! “I have baggage now Jungkook!” Your eyes threatened to water as your hands dropped from your stomach, “A lot of it. It’s not just me anymore I’m getting ready to have a baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for.” Jungkook sharply replied, eyes brewing with anger, “And what I’m asking for is you, all of you.”

“You had your chance and you left me, plain and simple, you left. I don’t understand why now…Out of all the time, two years later, now…!?” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice, but you were angry, perplexed, scared. 

Scared just the way you were when he was upfront the first time in that stupid bakery you wanted nothing more then to pretend like didn’t happen, you wanted to pretend like you never got drunk at that stupid bar, that he wasn’t late that day, that he didn’t sat down and offer to pay for your meal for making you wait. 

You wanted to pretend like he had actually listened for once when you declined him asking you out, that he didn’t visit you every morning at work, and more then anything you wanted to pretend like you had a stronger will, that you didn’t let him convince, your mind was flooding with so many memories of him. 

His hand trailing down your thigh while drunk in the back of his car, his eyes when he saw the bust in your lip, his smile when your fingers intertwined with his, his skin etched into yours for the first time, ushered sweet nothings that he’d love you forever. 

But at the time you didn’t realize that forever would only be a short three months then just like that, it was over, and oftentimes you were left many sleepless nights wondering, was it even love? Everything had happened so fast, it felt like forever. 

But two years later, standing in front of him you realized it had been two agonizingly long years since you saw him in person. 

“I made a choice,” Jungkook defended himself, “I stuck to that choice…I was leaving you alone, even if I didn’t want to and then…” He ran a hand through his hair, revealing his face in full detail his eyes baffled as if trying to understand himself, “Suddenly one night you’re dropped in the middle of my office. I didn’t have any pretenses, I was just being nice letting you stay here, I had fond memories of our time together, I didn’t want to let you get caught in the crossfire- it was the least I could do after everything.” 

You crossed your arms as he continued, “And then…I don’t know,” He muttered, “I look at you, I see your smile, I see you standing here pouting and trying to do it all yourself, like you always tried to do. And suddenly it’s two years ago and we’re both drunk sitting at the bar talking about what it would be like to be in love. And I feel the exact same way I did back then, looking at you and wondering if maybe I had finally found it.” 

You felt physically sick, it was like he was intentionally wanting to break your heart all over again, “You sent them to raid my home, you can’t tell me this wasn’t planned…”

“I didn’t expect them to fuckin’ kidnap you Y/n!” Jungkook let out a hurt laugh, running his hand through his hair, “In fact I gave them direct instruction to do the shakedown while you were at work and to not destroy your apartment- you were supposed to be at work!” 

“Well I wasn’t!” You shouted back, “I wasn’t feeling well and my coworker offered to cover! You can’t do this to me! You can’t, not after all this time…” You voice died down, “You can’t just…open all of this back up as a second chance because you’re feeling nostalgic over a fling-”

“You were never a fling to me-”

“That’s how I felt after you left-” You suddenly winced, hand immediately pressing to your stomach, instinctual almost despite the pain coming from your chest, Jungkook’s eyes immediately widening and he had closed the small gap between you both. 

“Let’s get you sat down…” Jungkook murmured and you couldn’t help but stare at his hand, big and calloused, multiple rings just the way you remembered, pressed against your bump and a wave of intense sadness thrummed in your heart, what you’d give to go back and change everything. 

You were too tired to fight his touch, and a smaller part of you crying– begging inside your mind to just give in, to put your worries aside and roll the dice again, maybe he’d actually keep his promise this time. 

But you refrained from leaning against him too much as he sat you down on the bed in your room, phone immediately in hand as he called Doctor Choi, after hanging up the air was thick with a silence and tension. 

Jungkook sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, “...If you don’t wanna talk about it, we won’t. I don’t want you going into preterm…But…I want you to know I didn’t make that decision because I wanted to, and I didn’t do it easily either.”

You self soothed, rubbing your tummy as your eyes closed, “I know you didn’t. At least that's what I told myself the last few years, that surely there was a really good reason…And you wanna know the worst part Jungkook?” You whispered, sad eyes as you opened them to look at him, “I waited…I waited every day, sat at that stupid register hoping you’d come, even after Wonho stopped talking to me I went to the Red Light anyways, hoped maybe you’d be there. There wasn’t a day I didn’t check my phone only to be disappointed by your name not being on the screen…”

It was silent again before you tried to hold back your tears, “You broke my heart. Right in two, promised you wouldn’t leave me, and then you did. And now you’re asking me for another chance?” 

You said you wouldn’t cry, but here you were softly weeping in your bed, feeling like a child once again, helpless and wondering why no matter how hard you tried, nobody ever stayed, you had thought he was different, but it turned out he was just like the rest. 

Jungkook’s hands cupped your cheeks, thumbing the tears away as he pressed his forehead down to yours, “For what it’s worth, I am sorry,” He murmured, “I’m just as much a sinner as anyone else, I’m ill-tempered and cruel, I’ve killed a lot more people then you could ever imagine, but most of all Y/n, I’m selfish, I’m not really a good man. But I could be good, for you.” 

“You don’t know how bad I really want to believe you,” You whispered out, “But I had so long to think about it, to look back and realize I know nothing about you. It was my own fault really, you’re not a good man and I knew that back then, just like I know it right now.”

“I know I hurt you,” Jungkook had a sort of determination in his eye, the kind that you knew was unwavering, he meant every word he was saying, “But there hasn’t been a day I wished it could be different. I’ll do whatever is necessary to earn your trust again.”

You pressed your lips together for a long moment, “I’m not saying it isn’t possible, but you have a long way to go if you really want it.” 

Jungkook’s long slim finger traced down your jawline, “I’ll take it one day at a time, just like the first time.” 

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Master List: Gay K-pop Smut

There's gay smut on this blog! 😄

This blog has primarily been about straight sex: male k-pop idols with either fictional female characters, or with you as the (female) reader. For a year that's all I wrote!

But due to popular demand I've expanded my horizon and opened up to writing gay smut too. In this post you will find an overview of my gay series and links to individual stories.

My Gay Series

I now run several gay series on the blog. The links lead to their respective pages on Story Finder, my external website where you can browse the archives.

Gay K-pop One-shots – Plot-driven smut stories with fluff. Member-on-member or idol x male reader.

Quick Fix Gay – Very short stories that focus more on the sex. Member-on-member or idol x male reader.

Dating Ban Series – The boys of a given group can't date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual frustrations. All stories are idol x male reader.

➕ Stories are published continuously without a schedule.

➕ Requests are open!

Identifiers

To make it easier for you to find stories you like I include identifiers at the start of each post/story:

🧑🏻‍🤝‍🧑🏻 MEMBERS: The k-pop idol(s) the story is about. I'll also specify if it's member-on-member, member-on-reader, and who is the top/vers/bottom in the scenario.

📦 CONTENT: Key words describing the sex, like Missionary (position), Riding (position), Cumshot, Jerking off, Blowjob, Outdoors, etc.

🍆 TYPE: Refers to the sex and can be:

VANILLA: Sweet, innocent or inexperienced sex

MEDIUM: Regular good sex

WILD: Usually rougher and more explicit

STEAMY: Sensual and passionate involving all senses

UNCONVENTIONAL: Any of the above but with a twist, for example an unusual kink

Posting Schedule

My gay stories generally don't have a fixed schedule. They can appear at any time, though I limit myself to max once per week to mix with my straight content.

I may sometimes announce schedules in advance. For example, I tend to release Quick Fix stories in "seasons" with a story per week for several weeks. I've also done "Gay Thursdays" where every Thursday for several weeks I publish a pre-announced gay story.

You can check the Up-coming Stories page on Story Finder (external website) to see if there are any new gay stories coming soon!

Stories

Below is my master list of individual gay stories. The stories are listed per series and alphabetically per group and member.

* Listed more than once because more than one idol is the main character.

** Listed more than once because is not the main character – part of another member's story.

*R* Requested

Gay K-pop One-shots

NCT CHENLE & JISUNG (Pt. 1) struggle to find time for sex *R*

NCT CHENLE & JISUNG (Pt. 2) finally get some alone time

NCT JENO & JAEMIN wedding night

NCT LUCAS takes you on a ride on his motorcycle *R*

MX WONHO & HYUNGWON picks you up at a bar *R*

Quick Fix Gay

NCT DOYOUNG* compares dick sizes with Jisung

NCT JAEMIN muscle kink *R*

NCT JENO fucks you missionary style *R*

NCT JENO & JAEMIN are your dominant tops *R*

NCT JISUNG* compares dick sizes with Doyoung

Dating Ban Series

Not alphabetical because the stories in this series are meant to be read in order.

Jisung Pt. 1 – Your best friend Jisung reveals his sexual needs when you come for a visit.

Jisung Pt. 2 – You satisfy Jisung's needs.

Haechan – Haechan wants in on the action and takes advantage of you when the others are out.

Mark – Mark sneaks into the bathroom when you're about to take a shower, which leads to hot sex while the others are right outside.

Renjun Pt. 1 – Renjun comes out to you and gives you a blow job in the swimming pool of the NCT Dream apartment complex.

Renjun Pt. 2 – Renjun bottoms for you in the swimming pool locker room.

Jeno Pt. 1 – There seems to be no boundaries left when Jeno comes to Jisung's room to fuck you. He doesn't even close the door!

Jeno Pt. 2 – Chenle and Jaemin listen in while Jeno fucks you hard.

Chenle – Needy Chenle bluntly wakes you from a nap. He's horny and frustrated that you've had sex with seemingly everyone but him.

Jaemin Pt. 1 – Your week-long visit is coming to an end. You embark on a traditional bike ride to Jaemin's favorite spot outside the city.

Jaemin Pt. 2 – A nostalgic moment by a secluded lake leads to unexpected outdoor sex.

All 7 Members Pt. 1 – The stigma is completely gone and the members of NCT Dream are sad to see you leave. You're having sexy with Jisung when Renjun and Jeno come to join.

All 7 Members Pt. 2 – The stigma is completely gone and the members of NCT Dream are sad to see you leave. You embark on an insane orgie with all of them.

All 7 Members Pt. 3 – Rushed for time, the members gather around to all shoot their loads onto your naked body.

Straight Master List & Story Finder

Check out the Master List post for my straight k-pop smut stories. I'm always open to requests, gay or straight.

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Noise Complaint

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers/hate to love (no plot just vibezzzz)

Summary: Your new nextdoor neighbor, Wonho (Lee-ho) is a loud, inconsiderate gym rat. He keeps you up all hours of the night with his seedy escapades and you're sick of it. 

Word count: 2,014 (2 pages)

T/W: aggression, physical violence

It was 4am and you had work at 8, yet rest was as far from your reach as the sun would be once it rose. 

Short hours. 

You had short hours to get some much needed sleep. But no matter how hard you’d tried, you hadn’t been able to reach the REM state and it was all thanks to your obnoxious, ridiculously muscular neighbor, Lee-ho. 

    For the third time this week, giggling voices and blaring music, followed by high-pitched moans had kept you wide awake. Usually, after one or two rounds with whatever girl he’d picked up scouring city night clubs, the mewls and slaps and yes daddys would subside, and you could finally drift. But tonight, he seemed to have endless energy. You heard his date come four times. Back to back.

    It was almost 6:30 by the time they wore themselves out.

    You’d barely slept. At the office, you struggled to keep your eyes open, staring through slits at the charts on your computer. The project manager noticed you nodding and called you into her office after the meeting. As head graphic designer, you were expected to oversee and execute this assignment—because securing this client would ensure you a raise next quarter, but the arrival of your new neighbor had thrown a wrench in your performance.

    She threatened to take you off the project and her disappointment was all you could think about on your commute back home.

    In the apartment lobby, you pressed the button on the elevator console so hard it nearly jammed.

    “Sup bruh.” You whipped your head around and there was Lee-ho, all 6 feet of him, donned in gym wear and sipping on some colorful drink. You clenched your teeth.

“Hey,” you mumbled back with listless regard.

    The elevator doors opened and Lee-ho walked gingerly ahead of you. Before he could step inside however, his cell slipped from his pocket. As he bent you couldn’t help but notice his butt: firm, round, muscled. You tore your eyes away and carded your hair. Inside, the music was soft and unobtrusive. The exact opposite of Lee-ho.

“How you feeling?” he asked, plunging his hands into his pockets.

“Tired.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, me too.”

    “I’m sure you are.” You glared at him, slightly envious of the angle of his jaw, of how much sharper it was than yours. And envious also of the broad span of his chest, his neat features, his lips, his hair. He was by all accounts, an objectively better looking man than you and this only added to your irritation.

    “What d’you mean by that?” asked Lee-ho, quirking his brow. He must have sensed your frustration because now he was folding his arms, closing up. You didn’t care.

    “You know the walls that separate us are paper thin, right?”

    “Yeah, and?”

    The doors slid open on your floor. “I can hear everything. All the time.” You stepped out before him, stalking down the hallway.

    “My bad, dude. I’ll keep it down,” he shouted after you. There was a smug air about his tone and you ignored him as you shoved your key into the lock. It was only 7pm but you were exhausted. After a quick dinner of leftover pasta, and an even quicker shower, you went to bed, desperate to get back the hours you’d lost. You drifted in minutes, sleeping soundly, until loud music and moans yanked you from your dreams at 2am.

    You leapt from the bed, pulling on a robe, not bothering to tie it. It took less than two minutes for you to reach Lee-ho’s door. You pounded on it furiously, on and on, until he swung it open. For a moment, each of you stood silently observing one another. He was fully nude, sweating and cupping his genitals as his eyes swept over you. They lingered on your chest, you noted, then trailed up to meet your gaze. Despite your robe, you felt suddenly bare, and exposed. Quickly you tied it, covering yourself from him.

    “What the fuck, dude?” said Lee-ho.

    “Keep it down.”

    “Yeah and what if I don’t?”

    “I’ll write a formal complaint. You're violating code of conduct with this shit. Some of us have actual jobs, you know?”

“I have a job.”

“Gym bro influencer and fuckboy does not an occupation make.” This was rude, and uncalled for. But you were sleep deprived. Lee-ho's shoulders slumped down a measure—he appeared somewhat diminished in the face of the insult and you almost felt bad for him. Your eyes fell on his abs however, and then, without meaning to, dipped even lower, catching a glimpse of what was too large to be completely covered by his palm. Even his cock was better than yours—he didn’t need your pity. Without waiting for a retort, you turned and stormed down the hall.

Back in your bedroom, the beginnings of an erection tugged at the tender flesh between your legs. And by the time you lay back in bed, you were rock-hard, and aching.

    In the morning you shaved and contemplated calling out, but you really couldn’t afford to. At work, you tried to concentrate but all you could think of was Lee-ho, of his throbbing head, peeking up from behind his hand in the middle of the doorway. You didn’t like men. At least you thought you didn’t. You’d had a few girlfriends in the past and once or twice thought about experimenting with a guy back in college but no one ever drew you in. No one ever attracted you the way—

    Enough, you weren’t doing this. What were you thinking? You weren’t into dudes and especially not ones you despised as much as Lee-ho. He probably never had to work for anything a day in his life. Just had to show up and collect everyone's praise and adulation. 

Prick.

    Back at the apartment, you took the stairs to avoid crossing paths with him. Thankfully it was Friday, and you could catch up on your shows without feeling guilty for missing the sleep that was so hard to come by lately. 

After dinner and a shower, you binged a season of a new show on Netflix, and dozed off halfway through. But a short while later, a sharp knock on the door jolted you awake.

    You shuffled to it, half-dazed. Waiting on the other side was Lee-ho, glaring a hole through your forehead.

    “You know, you’re a real asshole?” he declared. 

    “Could say the same about you.”

    “What you said the other night—you don’t talk to people like that. I want an apology.”

    You scoffed and made to shut the door. But he stopped it, forcing it open. “Get off the door and fuck off,” you clipped.

    “Or what?”

    Impulse and anger drove you to shove him, which was stupid. His arms alone were twice the size of yours. He shoved you back and you stumbled into your apartment. Lee-ho stepped over the threshold, letting the door slam behind him. Then his hands were on you again, crashing into your chest. It knocked the air from your lungs. Enraged, you swung and missed. He caught it and wrapped his hand around your throat, pinning you against a wall. His face was inches from yours as he strangled you, but slowly, his grip loosened. Each of you were panting. He smelled expensive, like Tom Ford—the scent filled you, clouded your head and senses. His breath on you was warm, his lips resting short inches from yours. He brought them even closer, until the tips of your noses were grazing.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

    “I—I’m not—I’m straight but…your…” he trailed off, hand sliding across your chest.

    “You wanna fuck me, that it?” Neither of you said a word, only stood there, gazing, panting. Then your hand traveled down, until it landed on his crotch. You palmed his cock, and found it was already hard for you. After the other night, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Once it was in your mouth, he made the most helpless sounds, cupping your head and guiding you as you swallowed it again and again.

    “Fuck, your throat feels s-so good,” mewled Lee-ho. You fought against your gag reflex, getting harder each time he shoved it in, down to the hilt. Your eyes watered. You never thought the taste of cock could turn you on this much. Women were lovely and all but this was something else entirely. It was like satisfying some primal urge you never knew existed until now. You squeezed his balls gently, sucking him all the while. He came in minutes and stood over you shivering as the orgasm rippled through him.

    You rose, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Lee-ho dropped to his knees, pulling down your boxers. He took you in his mouth and it felt like the world stopped spinning. His tongue swirled around the tip, one hand cradling your heavy balls, the other gripping your ass, a finger seeking the rosebud. He tried to slip it in but you panicked, bucking away like a spooked horse.

    “I thought you said you were straight?” you whispered.

    He popped your cock from his warm mouth. You twitched as he smirked up at you. “Chicks like it sometimes. I figured you might wanna give it a try. Feels tight though, got any lube?”

    You hesitated, wondering what it would be like to have his finger circling inside you. There was nothing but heat and silence as you stared down at him. “In the bedroom,” you said, breathlessly.

    As you lay on your back watching his chiseled body shift in the dim light, he slathered the lube you kept in your bedside drawer onto his middle finger. Then he drizzled some over your erection, spreading it with long strokes.

    “Fuuuuuck,” you whined, arching at the pleasure, at the way he gripped you.

“You like that?” With this, he slid a finger inside you, taking it slow. The pressure had you arching even more. Once he eased you past the initial pain, all you could do was moan and claw and look down at your rock-hard cock as he pumped you in two places, at different paces. In the front he squeezed tight, giving you fast, steady strokes, but in that pulsing spot between your cheeks he worked you soft and deep, taking his time as his finger explored your depths. The pressure was glorious, and you felt your entrance contracting around him. “You’re dripping for me,” he cooed. You looked down at yourself as he gripped the base, a long rope dangling from the tip onto your stomach. He licked it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your abs, then swallowed you whole. After a few hard sucks he pulled back, finger still buried in you, coaxing out spasms you couldn't control. Fuck he was so attractive, you never thought a man could make you feel this good.

    The next moment, you were shooting ropes in the air, convulsing under him and fisting the sheets as he drained you. He let you pant there, chest heaving, before taking your length back into his mouth. He sucked and finger-fucked you through your sensitivity, ignoring your loud moans and cries. You asked him to stop but you didn’t mean it. You wanted more and he gave it to you. All night. After your third orgasm you could barely stay conscious.

Lee-ho crept beside you, watching as you shivered your way through the leavings of your latest high. 

    “I’m s-sorry,” you muttered between waves of it, “about the other day. You’re right, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.”

    He chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll be quiet from now on, promise.”

    You couldn’t quite keep your eyes open, and drifted then, still tingling from what he'd done to you. Your rest went uninterrupted for the first time in weeks. But when you woke, Lee-ho was gone.

    From then on, the noise had stopped, just like he'd promised. But a few times a week, just before bed, there came a knock at your door, and a smirking, half-naked Lee-ho waiting on the other side of it.