#stephen yoon

[nino-rox]

KEEHO x Male Bottom Reader | S

Content Warning : NSFW Gay Smut, sexual themes, Top Keeho and Bottom Male Reader, unprotected sex (please use protection)

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

(NOT PROOF READ)

My eyes were still tired, even though the sun was beaming through the blinds. I had the worst headache ever and felt so sick, as if I were in a hangover.

I groaned, turning on my side to grab a pillow, an action that unexpectedly hurt. My whole body ached. I slowly opened my eyes, looking over to the window, I squinted my eyes, as I felt an arm drape over my side.

What?

I looked over and saw an unfamiliar figure lying in bed beside me.

A man?

I blinked.

This has to be a dream.

I rubbed my eyes and turned around, the pain from my bottom made me gasp.

My stomach dropped, I didn't have a single clue what happened last night. I remembered going to a frat party with a couple of friends and then...

Oh god.

I had sex with him, didn't I?

The realization came to me like a wave.

How much did I drink last night?

I had a feeling I would never remember.

I was naked, the other man was also naked, and he was so close to me that I could smell his sweet scent. We were both now laying facing each other as he slept soundly.

He looked peaceful, and honestly, he was kind of crazy hot, but I had no idea who this was or why he was in my bed.

I tried to wake him up but was too scared to shake him.

I slowly removed his arm from me and got out of bed. I looked down and winced at the pain, my thighs were covered in purple and blue hickies and my bottom had the same coloring, only, they were bigger and redder.

I sighed and turned around to find my phone. It was on the nightstand. I went to grab it but accidentally bumped into the table, causing the lamp to fall off and the other man to jump awake.

I yelped, and we both froze, staring at each other.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I realized that he had a morning wood.

The man sat up, the blanket falling off his body and landing on floor.

We continued to stare at each other, unable to move or say anything.

"How was your night sexy?" He finally asked.

I hesitated, "Oh, uhm...,” his very visible hard on wasn’t helping. I didn’t know what to say or what to do.

The other man chuckled, "Don't tell me you don't remember. You were pretty drunk last night.

"Did we-"

"Fuck? Yeah, you were quite loud. I don't think your neighbors will be very happy about it."

I didn't know what to say.

"Do you not remember?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Damn, I wanted you to remember," the other man sighed, "well, since we both woke up like this, why don't we help each other out? Help you remember,” he said smirking, "come back to bed."

"Wait-"

But before I could finish, the other man grabbed my hand and pulled me back into bed.

I gasped as he kissed me, his lips were so soft, and the feeling of his warm tongue exploring my mouth sent shivers down my spine.

He pinned me down and I could feel his morning wood rub against me.

He smirked at my reaction, "you’re so hard, you want more, huh? Then let's have some more fun," he whispered, and started kissing my neck. As if instinctively, I tilted my head, and the man started biting and licking the spot where he did last night, making me moan.

"You liked it here right?" he mumbled, "I could tell by how loud you were screaming."

I moaned as he continued kissing and biting my neck, his arm snaking its way to my cock as the other grabbed my hair, pulling it and exposing my neck even more.

My body just gave in, getting turned on by the other man and letting him do whatever he wanted, as my arms wrapped around his neck.

He started stroking my dick as he rubbed his own against me.

"Mmm," he moaned, "I want to fuck you, lets go for round 2 baby? Huh?" he said as he bit my ear, "let me hear you say it."

I moaned, "yes, fuck me please."

He smiled, "that's what I like to hear," and kissed me. He let go of my dick and inserted his fingers into my mouth, "suck."

I looked at him but obeyed, and he continued stroking himself with his other hand.

I sucked his fingers and he removed them from my mouth and placed one of them at my hole.

He looked up at me and grinned, "ready?"

I nodded and he inserted one finger, and another.

I moaned as he scissored his fingers, stretching me, and began stroking his own cock. “Fuck baby you’re still loose from last night. You ready to take me now? Huh?"

I could only nod, my mind was in a daze.

"Then come milk me baby, you did such a good job last night, and now, I want to see you do it again."

I couldn't believe that this was happening. I didn't even know the man's name, yet, I was already moaning beneath him, waiting to take his cock.

He lined his cock at my hole and slowly slid in, and I groaned at the sensation.

He thrusted into me and we both moaned. He continued thrusting and I moved my hips, matching his rhythm.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you feel so fucking good."

He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, his cock hitting a different angle, and I couldn't help but scream, "oh fuck, oh fuck, don't stop, don't stop, mmm fuck,"

"I won't stop," the other man moaned, "but tell me your name."

I whimpered, "Y/N, and yours?"

"Keeho," he said, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, "you like that ? Want me yo go faster Y/N?."

I moaned, "Ah AH, oh god, yes."

He grinned, "such a naughty boy."

He pulled out, making me whine, but then flipped me around and entered me again, and I screamed.

He gripped my hips, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, his skin slapping against mine, as he grunted.

I could feel myself cumming, "oh fuck Keeho, I'm gonna-"

"Not yet," he growled, and he slowed his pace, and started rubbing my nipples.

I moaned, as he bit my ear, "you gonna be good for me?,” he said as he groaned into my ear, and started pinching and pulling my nipples.

I could only whimper.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"You want to cum?"

"Yes."

"Want me to fill you up?"

"Please."

"I'm almost there baby, but not yet."

Keeho continued thrusting slowly, making sure that the head of his cock hit my prostate with every thrust, and his fingers played with my nipples.

My body was on fire, his rod stretching you out, as it went in and out, his hot breath on my neck, and the way he was teasing my nipples were driving me crazy.

I couldn't take it anymore, "Keeho, I-,"

"Now," he moaned.

His hands left my nipples and he gripped my waist, his cock sliding out, and then entering, and he continued to fuck me hard, making me scream.

"Y/N, fuck," Keeho moaned.

I could feel him cum inside me, as I orgasmed.

I fell on the bed and he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

"You are so sexy," he said, his voice still husky, "I could fuck you again."

“Let’s.”

Keeho kissed me, and we laid in bed, holding each other.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling, "I want to see you again," he whispered, his fingers tracing my chest, "would you be interested in seeing me again?"

[7wuliy]

[izyconic]

[vexipathy]

Fav moments from the DUH MV

[ke-eho]

it boy vibes

[keeheauxtales]

S.I.S. (Self-Indulgent Series) | VOL. 1

“I’ll take a ‘me espresso,’ please?”🔞

☕️

MDNI

"I'm working late, 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger." – "Espresso" | Sabrina Carpenter

pairing: barista!Keeho (soft dom switch vibes as per the usual) x musician!reader (fem-bodied switch vibes as per the usual!)

synopsis: after your routine weekly performance — and after Stephen’s regular shift — ends, feelings arise between the both of you that can’t be fixed with coffee… but can create similar lingering effects.

word count: ~3.5k

warnings + themes: [semi-]public sex, unprotected sex (y'all already know: wrap it irl), fingering, oral (f+m receiving), squirting, pussy slapping, multitasking (it'll make sense later), multiple orgasms (fem receiving), cum play, dirty talkin' for days, voice kink?

author's notes: Sabrina's smash hit is probably gonna be in the top ten of my Spotify Wrapped this year, and then FNC sends these boys to work a café? this is gonna be fun (and long)! lol I'm writing Keeho as a non-idol here (that might become kinda obvious), and will be using 'Stephen.' also this actually has a bit of a plot with a backstory? a rarity! there might just be a "Secret Sauce" reference if you squint.

🎧 Listen to FLO's entire Access All Areas: Unlocked album (even while reading this hehe)

"thank you all so much for listening and vibing with me!" you excitedly address your small, yet seemingly attentive crowd of customers as they either converse with others at their table, or type away on their laptops, among other things. the gig is a two hour acoustic set with a break in the middle, and you do an incredible job of adding a subtle soundtrack to the ambience of the café. "and don't forget to tip your baristas and cashiers; they work twice as hard as me, and deserve your support!"

you peer at the handsome barista with short black hair and a face that could end the entire modeling industry if he so chose, sporting a pair of specs that you could almost tell were merely for accessory. Stephen looks up from the shop's ordering screen over at you, as if to give a silent 'thank you' for the acknowledgment. like it was the first time you ever did it (you give a similar speech every week).

you had been going to this particular spot as solely a customer for over a year before the owner took heed to the covers you posted on your socials. she figured your soft, jazzy renditions of popular tunes such as Sabrina Carpenter's "Espresso" and Tyla's "Water" would be a nice change of pace from the constant Spotify mixes that normally go through their speakers — and she was right! there could be statistics that documented the uprising of foot-tapping and head-bopping that took place whenever you performed, if ever that was possible.

the person who seemed to enjoy you the most was that aforementioned fine ass barista. one thing about Stephen is that the guy can sing his damn self, and he'd inadvertently let anyone around him know it too! only hired a month after you technically, you grew to like him and his aura – and love his voice. if he unintentionally belted a few little ad-libs during an instrumental break, you'd intentionally loop that break a little longer until he'd stop himself.

unofficial collaborations were a frequent occurrence between you two, and today wasn't any different. you decided to try something you don't do often, and played a song completely instrumental. you follow each other on Instagram, and he mentioned how much he loves the British girl group FLO in his story. he even put "Walk Like This" as his Song Of The Day note before his shift. so after you mentioned to whoever was listening that you're still learning the lyrics to the song as it had just come out, you opted to do a fingerstyle version of "Bending My Rules."

you know who already knew all the lyrics – and the ad-libs – though? Stephen, and as incognito as he could possibly be, he was sangin'! you couldn't help smiling from ear to ear, feeling heat course your face (and maybe somewhere else much further south) as you hear a faint voice coasting through the song like he wrote it. he never leaves from behind the counter, yet each note that leaves his lips and seems to reach your ear only is smoother than the butter that compliments the shop's bestselling croissants.

in a rare occasion of him being a part of the later shift, Stephen clocks out for the night when you're done playing, and is able to actually talk to you for much longer than he normally would. a routine all on its own, he approaches you to talk about the set you just completed, every other sentence accompanied with a compliment on just how talented you are. and every single one of those compliments is reciprocated back from you to him, and today, he's blushing while receiving them!

"you learn songs so fast!" Stephen exclaims with a chuckle as he helps you pack your equipment. "that FLO song literally just dropped."

"I could say the exact same thing to you, Mr. 🎶 Are you coming over~ 🎶," you retaliate flirtatiously, copying the run from the record.

"ooh, okay!" Stephen playfully commends your vocal ability on a song you're 'still learning.' several minutes later, your equipment is packed and being wheeled by Stephen to your car that's parked in an alley on the side of the building. even when the conversation takes a turn after he manages to throw in a couple compliments in regard to your outfit (a classic fall ensemble that includes a leather mini skirt), the song is still clearly in his head as he periodically vamps on the line "🎶 I don't want nobody, nobody like I want you 🎶" from the chorus and bridge. you couldn't help but wonder if this was subliminal messaging, and by the time your hands brush against his while guiding your microphone stand into the back of your vehicle, you found your answer in his hooded eyes.

you were already internally grateful that was the last item you needed to load, and now even more so as you lock eyes with the man next to you. both of you took the hint as you secured your car to ensure safety. entering back inside the café, Stephen takes you by the hand to one of the gender-neutral restrooms that's for the staff. after locking the door behind him, he places you atop the counter.

licking his lips while looking down at you a bit shyly, he caresses your thighs before beginning to push them open, eyes asking for permission. you confirm by helping to lower your bottoms and undergarments to your ankles. "god, you're so wet," is the first and last thing out of Stephen's mouth before his lips meet yours.

instantly melting into his firm kisses, you wrap your arms around Stephen's broad shoulders as one of his large hands land on your neck, fingers softly gliding over the skin in contrast to the way his tongue invites itself into your mouth. with absolutely no protest, you open your mouth, a moan slipping out before even more moans are muffled by the evident hunger of your colleague.

you both are in such a heated rush that you barely have it in one another to briefly explain to each other how you two really got here in the first place. even if neither of your nether regions bothered to care at this particular moment, Stephen helps you discard his apron before he speaks. “I’ve been wanting a morsel of this since I first saw you in this damn café,” he confesses in between longing kisses between your lips and around your neck.

"fuck, me too…" you exhale in response, eyes fluttering and struggling to remain open against his advances. you then registered how this was the closest his handsome self and gorgeous voice has ever been to you, and almost would take this over your weekly check, you were so entranced by it all.

"yeah?" Stephen quizzes as he plants kisses further and further down your body. "have you been wanting to taste me as bad as I've been wanting to taste you?"

by the time he's finished asking this, his glasses are off on the other side of the counter, and his face is eye level with your dripping cunt. your charisma that you display with an instrument in front of you practically never ceases to remain — even when it's someone as attractive (and attracted) as Stephen beneath you. "you're the top flavor I've been dying to try, but it's never on the menu," you reply with a smirk, before shooting him a playful gaze.

Stephen smiles right back at you with his eyebrows raised, biting his lip as he attempts to come up with a witty enough comeback. however, with the clear opportunity sitting right in front of him, he opts to stick his tongue out, giving a teasing lick that sends goosebumps all over your body as a moan forces itself from the back of your throat.

your head bumps against the mirror behind you when Stephen's tongue is willingly trapped between your walls, going every direction but back out. his lips join in, kissing and sucking on your folds, and soon after, his hands grip roughly on your inner thighs to keep your legs open so that he doesn't need to stop… because there's only one thing that will stop him, and he'll go for hours if that's how long it takes for him to receive it.

you're whimpering now, in part because your remaining brain cell reminds you that your impatient, horny asses are still very much in each other's workplace. but also because you can't believe a guy this sweet could be so fucking filthy in anyone's heat, let alone yours. the moans and groans he manages in between licks of varying speeds and intensive slurps send you into some sort of astral projection.

no matter how hard he was trying, your legs shook to a point where they were forcing themselves to close. while Stephen wasn't wanting that, he was too preoccupied to grip his hands on them any tighter. in fact, the hold was loosening to a soft touch that served as a contrast to the way he was devouring you like he hadn't eaten all day.

"you're gonna make me cum, Steph, holy shit!" you exclaim at almost a whisper, fingers wedged in black strands of hair below you. you were slightly startled when he finally let up with a resounding pop, his mouth coated with your juices. that sight alone would've finished you right then and there, but you were secretly determined to hang on a little while longer.

"good," Stephen growls, staring up at you with such salacious eyes that bore into your glassy-eyed gaze. before anything else could be said, you're blankly staring at him as he takes two of his fingers and places them on his lips. acting as a type of lip balm of sorts, he traces those two fingers around his lips before they enter his mouth. you can't help but moan as he moans around them, sucking on them for a brief moment. before you knew it, they were gradually entering your cavern, and by the time the tips brushed against the cervix, that cavern was clenching around the entire length of his fingers.

"oh fuck, right there!" you spit out, hands still in Stephen's hair as you push his head forward. with your eyes squeezed shut, you feel his tongue lick your pussy again, this time collaborating with the ever-increasing pace of his fingers thrusting in and out. he sneaks in a couple more sucks on your folds before you feel heat pooling between your legs. "oh god, I'm cumming… fuck!" you announce mere seconds before sporadically thrusting upward.

while gasping in the midst of oncoming dizziness, you hear gushing along with loud, muffled moaning while still feeling Stephen in several ways. you soon realize that you had squirted all over him, and just like that you felt another orgasm rounding the corner. you feel a hand on the small of your arched back, vibrating as you become deprived of Stephen's mouth and fingers.

you both let some obscene exclamations slip from your lips at one another as Stephen raises himself up from the ground. you get one button undone from his shirt before you taste yourself. he's able to shove his tongue even deeper in your mouth than before while both of your hands meet to undo the belt of his slacks. it's messy, it's nasty, but it's somehow cathartic – even as saliva begins to escape from your mouth.

for a moment, heavy breathing is the only other sound heard in the restroom as pants fall to the floor. "I could pay rent in that pussy if you wanted me to, I fucking swear!" Stephen affirms, making you both chuckle as he pulls his drawers down to join his pants. you remain seated on the counter, frozen and wide-eyed as his hard cock pops out.

there's a short second where you wanna slap the smirk off his face at your initial reaction to his long dick greeting you. yet you wanted it inside you so bad that your hands gravitate to it, and Stephen lets you, his moans low while feeling you get acquainted.

one of his hands are placed on the mirror next to you, and the other joins both of yours around his cock to guide it to your entrance. he bends down to give a couple of kitty licks and wet kisses to your neck, all while the tip of his dick is slapped against your now soaked pussy repeatedly. he continues this until you're calling out his name.

"Steph…"

yet nothing changes, except he inches a bit more of his length atop your cunny, watching juices splash from it.

"Stephen."

he still doesn't proceed any further, smirking at you quite wickedly.

"Stephen! please! fuck me!" you beg, volume be damned.

"louder…" Stephen commands before his lips land on your earlobe, "I want you to be heard on the other side of this door."

"fuck me, Steph, please!!" there's precum dripping from him by this point, and you may or may not have started creaming by the time he bottoms out inside your cunt.

"yes, baby…" Stephen moans out as you clench around him, "let me know how much you've been wanting this dick inside you."

"s-so fucking much," you groan as you feel him finally move, your pussy barely able to handle the thickness.

"so tight," Stephen confirms as he works to increase his speed bit by bit.

"you're so big," you're finally able to tell him in between kisses along his neck.

"yet you're taking me so damn well," Stephen encourages as he continues to drive and pound into you, causing your moans to get louder. "good girl, let everyone know how good you're taking this dick."

"yeah, S-steph, don't fucking stop!" it drove you crazy how much hearing him talk like this was turning you on, and he seemed to grasp that (or he was just on one at this point).

you had no idea how, but not only had the volume of the music increased, but an even more recent version of "Bending My Rules" had begun playing that featured an artist you liked (DIXSON), and guess who even knew that verse well? the guy whose cock was repeatedly hitting your clit.

completely unprovoked, Stephen ran with the synchronic situation as he choked out some of the lyrics in your ear. "🎶 I'm thinkin' 'bout you…… Fiendin' for you…… Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you. 🎶"

this song already had significant meaning for the both of you by now, but the both of you could hardly take your moans becoming accidental ad-libs to Stephen's solo performance. you know all too well about letting a singer have their moment, but that bundle of nerves was back in the pit of your stomach just ready to burst.

"f-fuck… h-have I ever… t-told you… just h-how p-perfect you sound, S-steph?" you ask him, staggering over half of those words.

as if on cue, DIXSON's verse started, and Stephen became the feature artist yet again.

"🎵 Girl, you're fucking perfect / Now make me nervous / You give me new purpose / It's more than lip service with you / Mm, we can do this shit too… I'm speakin' a new language with you / Can it just be us two? / If that's okay with you. 🎵"

in between each line being delivered, Stephen drilled incredibly ponderous thrusts into you (as singing while operating any instrument does take practice), and by the end of the bridge, your walls were clenching again at the same time that his dick began throbbing.

"I'm getting close, babygirl," Stephen whines, his forehead perspiring against yours.

"me… too… harder…" you whimper beneath him in time with each jab his cock gives, repeating your last word for emphasis. "harder… harder… fuck me harder, baby!"

before you began begging, Stephen had already begun picking up his pace. however, hearing you call him 'baby' for the first time set him completely the fuck off. his dick fucked into you harder, faster, and even a little deeper. before you could even try and warn him like before, he kisses you just as deeply, not easing up on that pussy for a moment.

his lips were to be a perfect muting device for the clamorous sounds you were preparing to let out. you could only think to yourself, oh god, here we fucking go again, before squirting around Stephen's cock, your cream covering it.

"mmm… oh my god, (y/n), I'm gonna cum…" Stephen proclaims, pulling out and getting the chance to actually see you squirt some more onto the floor before him. "shit… I wanna cum in your mouth."

"and… I want you to cum in my mouth, but I don't think I can move?" you reveal to Stephen, reminding him of just how fucked out (and fucked up) he had gotten you. he reaches underneath you to lift you off of the vanity, but you tell him to wait. he – as patiently as possible – awaits your next move, which was to put his glasses back on for him.

you both smile as he resumes adjusting your position to over by the toilet. you were feeling like the world's biggest whore as Stephen sat down on the bowl, mouth gaping as you wait for his permission to proceed… which he gives you by plopping the tip on your tongue.

you stick your tongue out a bit further, gulping before taking as much of him in your mouth as possible. you strain to keep your eyes open so you can peep his reactions to your hard work, and Stephen does not disappoint. "fuck, fuck, fuck…" he spits out as you moan around his length, receiving evidence of your release all over him, and he clocks that fact as well. "you get to taste yourself too… it's good, isn't it, babe?"

"mmhmm!" you reply before taking in even more of Stephen, feeling the tip brush against the back of your throat. fighting the battle (and losing), you gag around him in an effort to adjust to his girth. seeing the struggle get kinda real down there for you spurred him on, and you eyeballing how he's intently observing you through those circular frames made your legs weaker than they already had been.

if you wanted me to bust again, you could've just said so, you think as Stephen unbuttons the rest of his shirt and discards it by the sink. you moan at the sight of the sweat glistening his skin before dragging one of your hands along it. the other hand begins to stroke his dick with more momentum than either one of you thought you had at this point.

Stephen groans your name before he starts teasing you with something you said earlier. "you said… I had the 'top flavor,' right, doll?"

you both giggle before you answer, "I did," nodding up at him with a grin while your wrapped hand continues moving.

"are you ready to taste it?" he asks, voice beginning to tremble as he threads a hand in your hair.

"I've been ready, babe…" you claim with a seductive wink, placing your tongue right underneath the tip before he could think to maneuver your head himself.

"fuck! here it is…" Stephen pants, his eyes shut before the majority of his load of cum lands directly in your mouth, with a few drops landing along your face. you swallowed a portion before gesturing with your fingers for him to lean closer to you. still panting and recovering, he leans forward.

with the little strength you had recovered, you get on your knees, placing one of your hands on his thighs for support before kissing him. hushed moans of varying degrees leave the both of you as you deliver a helping of his seed in his mouth.

it's still messy, it's definitely nasty, but it's damn stimulating – more than any coffee bean could be.

epilogue

after helping Stephen clean up the restroom, and him leaving to check on the shop before closing it up for the night, you're both back in your car… well, kinda. you're almost completely in the driver's seat, with a leg resting outside.

Stephen? he's completely outside next to that leg, on his knees, planting some final kisses for the night. he started on the inner skin of your thighs, journeying up your stomach, and even giving your breasts some love. you let a couple moans slip from your lips as he bites some hickeys into your neck, and those kisses of each other's lips have not lost their intensity in the slightest, the both of you taking turns biting each other’s bottom lips.

"fuck, Stephen," you breathe out, "go home before we end up doing this at my place."

"that sounds like a good idea for the near future," he notes, standing up with your help before leaning down toward you in your seated position. "speaking of, so I'll see you next week?" he asks, planting one more kiss on a knuckle on your hand, firmly dragging said hand along your clothed pussy lips before letting go completely.

"ahh shit…" you start and trail off before turning on your car's ignition, "you'll see me tomorrow if you're working."

"yeah, I'm working tomorrow," Stephen verifies with a smirk and a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear, "and I'll have that double shot of espresso ready for you as soon as I see you."

[soobrownie]

Lee Mujin Service | Keeho

[playingcupid-betweenidiots]

[12:00 AM] Kehho drabble!!! ♡♡♡

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓝𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓵! 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: While waiting for your boyfriend to come home you don't know when you fell asleep until you were suddenly woken up with someone kissing your face. Just a lot of fluff

PS- Keeho works at a office in this

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(12:00 AM)

𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 let out a sigh while slipping his shoes off, he just got back from the office after being held back a few hours for an upcoming project, which led to yet again another cancellation of the date you guys planned out, this was the 3rd time this has happened and 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 felt so guilty for cancelling them. It's not like he wanted to but you and him knew that this project could help him get the promotion that he's been working on for so long, you weren't mad at him, of course not, but you were a bit disappointed since you were really looking forward to this date thinking that you could finally spend some time with your boyfriend, but it seems fate had other plans. As soon as he walked in through the hallway leading to the inside of the house he saw you laying there on the couch fast asleep, his heart warmed up thinking you waited for him. 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 sighed yet again going up to you and crouching down to your level, his hand brushing a strand of your hair back. You stirred in your sleep but went back to sleep, 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 giggled seeing that he started peppering your face with kisses, you woke up feeling something on your face, when you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸, "You're home, when did you get here? " ,you said, "Yeah just got home saw you on the couch sleeping so I came to wake you up", he said. You nodded," do you want something to eat?", he shakes his head, “I already had something at the office, I just want to take a shower and go to sleep with you in my arms”, “oh yeah let’s go to our room you must be really tired”

(12:47 AM)

You were on your bed scrolling through your phone waiting for 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 to get out of the shower. You were patiently waiting scrolling through your phone for what felt like hours. You heard the sound of water stop and a few minutes later the door opened and showed 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 in his sweats and a tank top with a towel around his neck, "Come here let me dry your hair", you spoke gesturing him to come closer and he did, he came and sat on the floor infront of you and you took the towel and started to rub his hair, "I'm sorry", he spoke, "Why are you sorry?", "I missed our date again and I promised you that this time I wouldn't miss it", you could feel him lean into your touch, "I'm disappointed yeah but I'm not mad, I know why you didn't show up and it's ok", "Are you sure I feel bad, is there anyway I can make it up to you", "Yeah there is a way you can make it up to me", "Yeah? What is it?", "Have ramen with me I need a midnight snack after that nap I took", "ok". You both headed to the kitchen opening the light and taking out 2 cup noodles and heating up the water in the electric kettle, once the water was hot you poured it into each cup and waited for them to cook, "This can be our little midnight date", you said, 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸 laughed a little and took you in his arms, "Yeah this could be"

(1:20 AM)

𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓸, sighed, "I promise I will take you on a date next time". I chuckled, "I know you will let's sleep now", we both drifted to sleep knowing that whatever happens we will be ok……

[rain51ddb]

feel like another sad song.

[m00nbap]

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[7weird-teen7]

please ♡ ⮂ and © if you use

[okchamni]

The tongue thing is so iconic tho

[woosn]

I’LL BE THERE WHERE YOU GO, 빨리 자리 잡아

[vexipathy]

Wanna see how this picture turned out so bad

[ke-eho]

waterbomb keeho on my mind 24/7

[keeheauxtales]

❝finish what we start❞

part two

🔞 MDNI ‼️

(read part one here!)

In the bedroom, I be screaming, but outside, I keep it quiet

Keep it on the lowski, I’m the lowest of the lowest

Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit

🎵 SZA – Low

theme: [fwb] friendly fucking type beat, with a secret-keeping attempt remix | 1st person pov

characters: keeho (p1h), reader, another p1h member (read til the end, that’s all i’mma say 🤭)

warnings & concepts: profanity, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fem!bodied reader, soft!dom keeho, switch!reader, fairly rough unprotected sex

“i promise i’ll make up to you if you follow me right now,” keeho commands as i struggle to get off the kitchen counter. noticing how i’m still already fucked out to quite a degree, keeho assists in helping me down before guiding me across the room to the pantry closet.

i want to comment on the absurdity of all this, but when has any aspect of the friendship between me and keeho 'made sense'? anyways, keeho opens the door and we both rush in.

using the few seconds we didn’t know we had in that moment, we both catch our breath. i felt gravitated toward keeho, but he gestures for me to back away from him as he leans back against a shelf.

there’s thankfully a dim nightlight of sorts that stays on in the pantry, as well as a lock on the inside? which i see keeho turn with his fingers… fingers that would’ve likely been all over me if it weren’t for whoever it was that was clearly in the main area of the kitchen (hopefully he doesn’t need anything in this pantry).

"what the hell is–" a high-pitched low tone voice cracks through the seeming silence, followed by the loudest stifling of laughter i have ever heard.

keeho and i mirror each other’s reactions as we glance at one another, covering our mouths in our own attempt to suppress any type of verbal response.

taeyang.

leaning against a wall, i close my eyes, and take several silent, deep breaths to calm and slow down my ever-increasing heart rate. by the time my eyes are reopened, keeho has his whole face in his hands, his dick being so very much out, rising higher with each second that passes.

my hands still atop my chest from my brief moment of meditation seconds ago, i subconsciously move them across until my fingers brush themselves against my nipples that i had no idea were hardening beneath my touch. i swallow a soft moan, blinking rapidly in order to maintain any type of focus on remaining as invisible as possible to the eldest of keeho’s boys.

i feel myself getting wet again as i stare at keeho, whose eyes are completely downcast. quietly noticing an arm heading that same direction, until a hand is wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it slowly. he licks his lips before tucking the bottom lip beneath his teeth, assumingly so he won’t be making any noise. even amidst this faint yellow light, i can see and be reminded of how fine him and his tanned skin is. the veins of his arms shift as his hands moves up and down his shaft, and— great. now i’m gonna need another towel the way i’m beginning to drip on this floor.

i glance at the door, and i hear the fridge open and close on the other side of that door, reminding me rather quickly that keeho and i are not the only ones in this general area. however, did i care? not much; my pussy even less.

the manner (or lack thereof) and speed in which my hands move next should probably be studied as i find myself placing a finger on keeho’s lips, my other hand joining his in motion. lust-filled eyes shoot up to look into mine in what looked to be a mixture of shock and contentment.

keeho’s eyes soften a bit as his tongue gingerly laps along that one finger, and i can’t help but smirk at the action as well as the contact. the serotonin that was already building had skyrocketed due to his free hand journeying along my body. teasing along the entrance of my wetness, it thankfully doesn’t take long before two fingers make their way inside. it takes a mere second and a half of almost embarrassing squelching from my end to realize…

“i think we’re finally alone again,” keeho breathes out into my ear, after i hear the kitchen door close from afar.

“don’t stop now, though,” i exhale in response, needing to feel some movement inside me, since he and his fingers were right there. keeho thrusts his fingers deep and hard, as i firmly pump my hand up and down his dick that he had his hand removed from.

the both of us still a bit subconsciously careful, we both let out the faintest of breathy moans and cussed into each other’s mouths at the pleasurable tension we were creating and releasing in this much tinier space.

“shit,” keeho exhales in a higher pitch, his fingers slowing down.

“steph…” i practically echo, my head resting on his shoulder while i struggle to keep my legs still against his hand. i feel one of my legs wrap itself around keeho’s waist with his assistance.

i plant kisses along his neck and jawline while i feel one of his hands encourage me to grind on top of him. placing one of my hands on one of the shelves for leverage, i do just that while his fingers continue fucking into me, and fuck, does it feel good.

not long after am i pressed up against the damn door, hearing several miscellaneous cans falling off a shelf as i feel something significantly larger than his (three?!) fingers re-enter and fuck me like it never left.

“kee–!” i squeal in full shock, coupled with a subsequent wave of relief. my hand manages not to lose its place on the now clearer shelf, gripping on the ledge as keeho pounds into me. (i guess one of us has faith that this door can withstand this obliteration i’m beginning to receive.) “fuck, stephen!”

all keeho replies with is a deep, guttural groan against my neck that i can just tell was laced with equal parts satisfaction and lust. my hands shift: one’s clawing at his back right beneath his neck, as the other lands along the sliver of wall where the light is.

“you feel so fucking good,” keeho moans into my ear.

“you feel so good fucking me,” i moan into his before blindly trailing kisses from his ear to his lips – well, his stuck-out tongue that i catch with and in between my lips.

a few moments later, i feel hands beneath my thighs lifting up weakening legs. after that, drilling into my wetness so aggressively that his dick slides out mid-stroke. the both of us make excellent work of each momentary break as we utilize this one to catch our breath.

“i know you’re springing a leak up in this damn pussy, kee…” i absentmindedly breathe out, drunk on the feeling of ecstasy keeho’s been quite literally pumping into me.

keeho giggles before speaking in my ear. “do you wanna cum one more time for me, baby?” he asks in that tone and breathy inflection that weakens all my systems. all the while, he reinserts a finger deep into my aforementioned wetness, kissing my neck.

i release a broken moan before the brat in me speaks on my already ruined behalf. “not before you nut inside me, baby,” i reply, staring down at my hand wrapped around keeho’s inundated dick.

“then you need to let go so i can do that,” keeho instructs, wrapping his own hand around mine in an attempt to assist. instead, i look up to find myself meeting his deep gaze, neither one of us letting go in the slightest.

keeho’s lips land on mine yet again as i feel his hand guiding mine smoothly up and down his shaft. in between kisses, i jokingly ask, “what happened?”

“it felt too good to me,” keeho exhales a chuckle. i sense myself inching the both of us closer and closer to my entrance, moving my hand around to his sack as he begins to slide back into me with even more ease than before. in a wild telepathic way, he echoes a thought that i was in the middle of formulating. “nah, this feels even better, fuck.”

“yes, steph, fuck me…” i moan out, and he does just that… and hard, too. without missing a beat, he hastily wraps my legs around his waist again, one hand lifting my shirt back up over my tits. he takes a nipple in his mouth as i decide to take his dick a bit differently. “go deeper, kee.”

keeho and i exchange a glance that reminds me to add a good ole 'please' to that sentence, which i do with a slight surrendering in my voice. at least i feel the reward seconds later when he’s so deep inside me that i feel his balls hit my cheeks with each and every stroke.

“you’re taking this dick so good,” keeho pants, kissing and biting all around my neck before he manages to increase his pace, and by this point I have officially lost it.

“well, i’m about to cum all around it!” i whine rather softly (thankfully learning from earlier). “please don’t fucking stop!”

“i’m right behind you, baby, give it to me,” keeho commands, hovering over me as he plants numerous kisses from my lips to my nipples. “shit… give it to me,” he repeats.

“fuck yeah, right there!” i squeal. “oh my god, i’m gonna cum so f-fuckin- i’m c-cumming!!” i convulse around keeho, repeatedly calling out his name like it’s the only word i know. without warning, he pulls out and spins me around to face the door.

keeho’s hands knead my ass like dough before a firm slap on it snaps me into another dimension. i work one of my hands behind me, and as it locates his loaded cock, one of his hands makes sure my hands are where he can see them. with my help, he positions himself to fuck me from the back, pinning them by my wrists once he’s completely inside.

using my hands and pinned wrists for leverage, i already feel keeho drive his dick so deep into me. he slaps my ass again as his successfully hits my g-spot countless times, and quite frankly, i’ll be damned if i’m not already nearing my next orgasm.

“you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” keeho already knows my body too well.

i find enough strength in me to finish a sentence my previous orgasm practically robbed me of saying. “i’m gonna cum so hard…” i let out.

“me too,” keeho’s pace instantly slows down (but the intensity is still very much there), as if to drive several points home. one of his hands frees one of mine as he wraps it around my neck, pulling me extremely close to him for a deep kiss. a muffled yell from keeho triggered the both of us, sending us over the edge.

i feel a nice, explosive load of cum permeate my walls before realizing that both of my hands were gripping the doorway, giving me just enough of a hold to let go of everything else. next thing i knew, i was gushing all over – enough for keeho to pop out effortlessly. i then feel his fingers rub against my clit good enough for me to keep cumming on them.

whimpering into the air above us, i come down from my immense high, and i think keeho does too as he backs up away from me. i cross my legs to keep from losing it any further, which isn’t easy when i feel keeho’s big hands land on my waist. he helps to turn me back around to face him, and i’m greeted with such a look of lustful pride, pleasure, and fatigue. i wrap my arms around his waist, puckering my lips for another deep kiss. one that keeho gives me oh so passionately, while my hands travel up to his shoulders, and his rest on my ass, subconsciously pushing me that much closer to him. albeit unconventional as fuck, i couldn’t have been any more grateful that we both saw this through to the end…

we always have, and this irresistible feeling was the exact reason why.

epilouge

keeho leads the both of us back out into the kitchen, and i do the honors of at least grabbing that same towel that was in my mouth a while ago. as i let out a mixed sigh of gratification and painful exhaustion, keeho grabs that same towel. i look at him, a bit startled.

“go ahead and take a shower,” keeho endearingly advises. “i’ll clean up here.”

i nod as i pick up my bottoms. keeho adds, “you might wanna put those on until you get there though.” yeah, i honestly don’t wanna hear much from whoever else might be up in this dorm. then it hits me… and with the exclamation i hear from the sink, it might’ve hit keeho too. “oh my god… wait, come here.”

i walk back over to keeho once my bottoms were back on me. which seemingly gave him enough time to pull up a very recent text message from theo himself.

23 minutes ago

keeho… i’m pretty sure 'friends' don’t fuck each other in shared kitchen closets like that 😆🤦🏻‍♂️

< end❕ >

author’s notes:

i did it! i finished it! however, if you told me (when i wrote part one) that i would not only finish around keeho’s birthday, but that i would dedicate so much of yesterday to completing this, idt i would’ve believed you. with that being said, i’m glad with how this turned out, and i hope that whoever reads any of this will enjoy it!

i wanna extend a couple special shoutouts (basically an unofficial inspo taglist, if you will):

if it wasn’t for @tbzvity writing a response to an anonymous prompt so well, as well as encouraging me after i posted part one as a response to her, none of this would’ve happened. so a huge thank you to her.

a little random, but i want @sxcret-garden to know that i was also very inspired by her amazing writings, so thank you for sharing your brilliant work!

alright that’s all! like i basically said in the end of part one:

stan & stream p1harmony!

happy birthday keeho!

i admire and adore you a lot, as you have blessed me immensely with your beautiful spirit these past eight months. i’m grateful to be a fan of yours, and i wish you joy, happiness, love, and peace on all your days! 🩵🤎