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atiny-moon · 7 months

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Warmup 002 - Wooyoung

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

Genre: Smut, Drabble

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Tags: Boyfriend Wooyoung, cockwarming, small hongjoong feature

Word Count: 1.4K

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You were sitting in the living room of Wooyoung’s shared apartment, on Wooyoung’s lap with his dick buried deep inside you and your lips locked in a lazy embrace. His hands were lost under your top while your own hands were lost in the mess of his black hair. The kisses, if you could call them that, were long slow presses of your lips against his - your tongues tracing across one another’s occasionally with a few bites sprinkled in for variety. Either he would catch your bottom lip in his teeth and tug or you would do the same to him. There was not a single desire to rush the intimacy of the moment, even if this wasn’t your intention this afternoon.

The idea was to watch a movie and cuddle. The miscalculation was on your part. You assumed Wooyoung was capable of sitting next to you and not lay his hands on you. It started out innocently enough! First he grabbed your legs and draped them over his lap, content for the moment to feel the warmth of your legs resting on him. His fingers drummed a happy little pattern on your thigh as he watched the movie. All was well. For approximately 4 minutes.

Wooyoung snaked one arm around your waist and slipped it underneath his hoodie (the red tie-dye Balenciaga hoodie from his most recent comeback; it was his favorite and ergo your favorite) and let his hand rest on the warmth of your waist. His fingers tracing idle shapes along the curvature of your body. It tickled at first but then grew to feel comforting and you melted into Wooyoung’s side.

But still he wasn’t happy with this, he wanted more. And soon Wooyoung was pulling you into his lap. You put up an act of struggling, trying to wrestle free from his grasp only so you could feel how tightly Wooyoung held onto you in protest. Even though it wasn’t his intention, being this close to you meant that he had to kiss you, he just had to. Before you two knew it, you were a tangled mess of limbs and lips. Your arms draped over his shoulder and were somehow also inside his shirt; his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his hands grabbing and squeezing any part of you he could reach. And your lips. Your lips were unable to separate - lost in the drunken bliss of the feel of his lips on yours.

At some point there was an intention to have sex, hence Wooyoung’s dick inside you, but neither of you could deny yourselves the pleasure of these kisses. Time did not exist while you two were locked in this embrace.

Every now and then, just as a tease, you clenched your walls tightly around Wooyoung’s cock just so you could feel him sigh into your kiss. In response he pushed his hips into yours, so his member would bury itself even deeper within you. He lavished in the way your body responded - watching the way your back arched and the way your breathing hitched in your throat. But eventually he would get lost in the sweet curves of your face and inevitably fall into the caress of your kiss.

One of Wooyoung’s hands slid out from under the hoodie so it could cup the side of your face - his thumb tracing light lines along the line of your jaw. The kiss deepened. You sighed into his body, melting into the warmth of his touch on your face. Wooyoung pulled away to admire your face through half-open eyes. You watched as he took in every one of your features - the slope of your nose, the curve of brow, the swell of your lips. Finally his eyes fell to the way his hand was buried in your hair. “I like the way your hair looks in my hands,” Wooyoung breathed onto your lips.

Your eyes fluttered close as you felt his hand tug on your hair. You couldn’t control the small moan that tumbled out of your lips and onto his. The way you sound is enough for Wooyoung to bury his hand deep in the mess of your hair and embrace you in another kiss. It was different this time. The way he breathed you in as he pressed his lips into you. The way his lips forced yours to open so his tongue could taste yours. All the while his hand in your hair was tugging at the root in just the right way. You felt your hips move into his.

Wooyoung pushed his hips back into you and pushed his dick further into you. You wanted to pull away from the kiss to moan but Wooyoung’s grip on your hair kept you firmly in place. His other hand that was on your waist found its way to your neck, his fingers coming to rest at the base of your neck as a promise. The way Wooyoung touched you was like wildfire - every caress sent your body aflame.

He pulled away, but only barely, just enough so he could watch your face and the way you react to his touches. He wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezed. Gently. He continued to rock his hips into your body and you could feel your body react. You could feel the warmth in-between your thighs starting to form, the thoughts slipping out of your mind, and the fuzzy edges of pleasure starting to overwhelm your body.

Your kisses were growing sloppier, unable to keep up with the way Wooyoung was making your body feel. But it didn't seem that Wooyoung minded. If anything, his kisses devolved to match yours. A sloppy mess of tongue and lips tasting each other. With you two lost in the kiss you could feel yourself growing closer to an orgasm.

The door starts to unlock.

The two of you stop kissing immediately. Wooyoung drops his hands from your face and neck, resting them on your thighs. You bury your face deep in the crook of his neck and try to catch your breath. By the time the door unlocks, it simply looks as if you two are cuddling on the couch.. If only mildly inappropriately.

Wooyoung does his best to wipe his face and adjust himself - you feel his cock twitch deep within you and you struggle not to let out a moan. You were so close to an orgasm, any mild stimulation set you off. He squeezes your thighs in an attempt to stabilize you but it does nothing but excite you more. With your face so close to Wooyoung’s neck, you couldn’t help but start kissing at the area where his neck and shoulder meet. You felt Wooyoung lean into the kiss and you could have sworn you heard him close his eyes.

The small moment of bliss was quickly disrupted with a loud shout. It seemed whoever was home had finally finished opening the door.

“Ugh! Gross! I do not want to come home and see you two making out, mannn! Take it to your room my guy,” Hongjoong yelled.

Wooyoung laughed sheepishly and nodded. But it seemed that Wooyoung wasn’t moving fast enough for Hongjoong’s liking because Hongjoong simply stood there with his arms folded over his chest and stared at Wooyoung. “Like, now.” Hongjoong demanded.

Wooyoung stared up at his captain. He was trying to figure out how to word this without sounding crass or even offending anyone. But the way Hongjoong was standing in the entryway, staring at the both of you like some disappointed parent, a surge of defiance washed over Wooyoung. “Alright, but you’re gonna see my dick.”

Hongjoong was visibly confused but was not backing down either. Did he just start tapping his foot?

The silence stretched between the three of you and with a roll of his eyes, Wooyoung tapped your thigh. You took a deep breath and carefully removed yourself from Wooyoung. You snuck a glance over at Hongjoong and suppressed a giggle as you watched Hongjoong’s face fall. Because there Wooyoung was, sitting on the couch with his dick out. Wooyoung shook his head as if to say, ‘I told you so’ before standing up and half-tucking his dick into his sweatpants and half covering it with his shirt.

Hongjoong’s jaw was still on the floor as Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you and started leading you to his bedroom. It wasn’t until you two were inside Wooyoung’s bedroom that you heard Hongjoong yelling out a string of curses.

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atiny-moon · 8 months

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Warmup 001 - Yunho

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

Genre: Smut, Drabble

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader

Tags: Gamer boyfriend Yunho, fingering, dirty talk

Word Count: 1K

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It was sometime in the early evening on a lazy Sunday. You and Yunho had spent the entire weekend playing video games. Specifically, Valorant. He was ranked insanely high and after watching him play for a few rounds you figured it couldn’t be that hard. Pfft, yeah right. You sat down for what you thought would be one game and it soon derailed into an entire weekend. It’s not like either of you were complaining - if anything, it brought the both of you closer together to have a shared hobby.

Yunho stepped away from his computer for a moment only to return and find you in another match. He came to stand behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. Using that calming voice of his, he coached you until you were the last player standing. He leaned in close and whispered, “If you win this I’ll make you cum.”

You could feel your face burn up with a blush. You sat up in your chair and carefully tiptoed your way through the map. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of red. You reacted before you even knew what it was only to have the ‘WON’ banner flash across your screen. Yunho squeezed your shoulders and placed a kiss to the shell of your ear, “Good job, babygirl.”

You squirmed in your seat at the sweet sounds of Yunho’s words. And he said it so close to your ear too. The warmth of his breath initiating a wave of goosebumps to rush over your body and settle in-between your thighs. You hummed slightly and leaned your head to the side, allowing Yunho more access to your neck and shoulder. He was all too keen to kiss the exposed skin. Trailing his soft lips along the sensitive parts of your neck. It tickled you in ways that made your core tingle.

His hands moved from your shoulder down to your chest. One of his hands lingered on your breasts while his other trailed to the area between your thighs. He dragged the tips of his finger nails along the insides of your thigh. Little moans in the forms of small breaths fell from your lips. Yunho smiled into your shoulder. He liked how you reacted to his touch - made him feel so very, very wanted.

But he had his own wants and desires. And currently all of those wants and desires were obscured by the cloth of your panties. His deft fingers slid under your shorts and passed your undies until two of his fingers were pressed into your clit. Immediately your back arched and another series of moans fell from your lips. Yunho watched as your body responded to his touches, encouraging his fingers to draw small circles on your clit.

Your hands dug into the arms of your computer chair while Yunho toyed with you. Your face scrunched up in pleasure as his fingers carefully chased that orgasm for you. He pulled away from your neck to watch you writhe in pleasure. “Fuck, you look so pretty like that.”

He massaged his fingers into your core. But you were so fucking wet his digits were barely creating any friction. That’s when you started jerking your hips into his hand - eager for Yunho’s touch on your dripping cunt.

“More, Yuyu..” you breathed out. “Please give me more.”

He groaned in response, his own excitement building in his core. Yunho happily obliged and carefully slipped in one then two of his long fingers into your waiting entrance. He pushed his fingers all the way and then curled them so they hit that sensitive spot perfectly. You threw your head back and tried to moan but nothing could come out - not with how deliciously full you felt with just two of Yunho’s fingers in your cunt.

“Oh, fuck, your fingers feel so good inside me..” you cried out.

Yunho again groaned in response, he loved the way you praised him. He pulled his fingers out and then slowly pushed them back in. He repeated the slow push and pull until he could feel your hips rocking against his hand.

“My babygirl is so needy. Does she want me to make her cum?” Yunho asked as he pulled his fingers out from inside you and kept them just out of reach. You chased his fingers with your hips, yearning for his fingers inside you once more.

“Yes, please, Yuyu. Make me cum.” You begged. You were practically whimpering the way you craved both his touch and the orgasm that was promised. Yunho sank his fingers into your pussy and pushed them all the way in until his palm was pressed flush against your cunt. You wiggled in your chair, trying to get adjusted to the feeling of him being so fucking deep but Yunho did not care. You wanted to cum and he was going to make you cum.

He curled his fingers deep into your cunt and did a ‘come here’ motion. It felt too good. The pleasure was immediate and intense - it was the perfect amount of pressure with just the right touch, you could have cum right then and there. Yunho continued. He curled his fingers into you over and over again with that gamer boy speed. You tried to push his hand away but that’s where Yunho wrapped his free arm around you and held you in place. He continued to finger fuck the ever living shit out of your pussy until your orgasm was just on the horizon. You squeezed your eyes shut as the intensity of the orgasm ripped through your body.

Yunho helped you ride the waves of your orgasm - easing the pace of his fingers little by little until you were able to open your eyes again and breathe normally. You were still catching your breath when Yunho detangled himself from you. He patted your head and said, “Get to Radiant and see what happens.”

Yunho laughed softly. He returned to his chair - only a few feet away from you and logged back into the game. You sat in your chair for a while longer, catching your breath. Maybe Valorant wasn’t so bad.

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atiny-moon · 8 months

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Goodnight, angel

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: pure smut not a single ounce of plot

Pairing: jongho x fem!reader

Tags: oral (m&f receiving), fingering, spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (pls dont do this irl), maybe a little rough, jongho strong boi

Word Count: 3.7K

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“Undress,” Jongho said.

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, bathed in the city lights streaming in from the windows. Your bedroom was quaint enough that Jongho didn’t have to raise his voice much to get his message across. He said it so coolly, too. As if he had all the time in the world with you.

You locked eyes with Jongho as you slid off your top and undid your trousers. You only broke eye contact to throw your clothes somewhere and when you looked back up he was already so close to you - just less than a foot away. His eyes danced along your body as he took in every single curve of your seminude frame. The heat of his gaze was too intense - it felt like pinpricks of excitement every time he glanced at your tits, your hips, your ass.

He walked around you in a large circle and you couldn’t help but feel like some sort of trapped animal. Jongho was normally so sweet that this sudden change in his demeanor only made you more excited for whatever it was to come. The way he was walking around you made you feel like you were prey. Though.. there was a part of you that wanted to get caught. You wanted Jongho to devour you.

He stopped somewhere behind you and you felt your heart in your throat, your heartbeat ringing loud in your ears as you waited with baited breath for his next action. Seconds later, your bra was undone. The sudden brush of cold air on your nipples caused them to harden immediately. Jongho gently brushed your hair out of the way so he could trace a free digit along the indentations left by your bra. His touch was so soft and so light that the barely there caresses caused an explosion of goosebumps all over your body. Jongho’s hand continued to travel the length of your body until it found your hip and once there it gave the area a hearty squeeze. Fuck, he was so strong.

Just as you were marveling at his strength, Jongho placed the softest of kisses on your exposed shoulder. The sudden sweetness caused your knees to buckle - how could he be so gentle and so strong at the same time? You relaxed into Jongho’s body, an immediate smile overtaking your features. He felt so solid, so stable. It was impossible not to feel safe around him.

With your body pressed against his, Jongho leaned into your ear and whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long..” He kissed your neck. “I may not be able to control myself tonight,” Another kiss. “If it’s too much..” Kiss. “Tap twice if you want me to slow down,” he let go of your hip to gently tap it twice. “Three times if you want me to stop,” Jongho demonstrated by tapping your hip three times.

Your heart was in your throat again. Jongho’s confession rang in your ears as you realized what he said and as your body caught up with your brain, you could feel the area between your thighs grow warm. How far would Jongho take it if you didn’t tap?

“Answer me. Let me know you understand,” his voice was low in your ear.

“Yes, I understand,” you whispered.

“Good.”

You were basking in the warm glow of his praise when Jongho came to stand in front of you. There was such a softness in his eyes as his hands came up to cup either side of your face and hold you in place as he delivered the sweetest of kisses to your lips. The kiss was so earth-shatteringly gentle, you almost forgot Jongho’s words. How could this sweet man ever lose control? When you two separated from the kiss the usual soft teddy bear sparkle in his eyes was gone and in its place was a deep dark intensity - it made you shiver with excitement.

His hands slid from your face to your neck and finally to the back of your head where Jongho took a firm grip of your hair. His eyes fixed on your lips as he said “Kneel,” in the sternest voice you’ve heard him use. The strength of it made you weak and made it easy for Jongho to strongly encourage you to your knees. He held you like that for a while, his hands lost in your hair, admiring the way you looked up at him with such eager eyes in such a compromising position. Gosh, he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

Jongho released his grip on your hair so he could run his thumb along your bottom lip and play with the fullness of your lips. That same hand then squeezed your cheeks together as Jongho said, “I can’t wait to fuck your mouth.” At this point you were already puddy in his hands, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as your only response. Jongho smiled as he squeezed your cheeks again. He let go of your face and undid his zipper.

Jongho pulled out his semi-hard cock and looked at you with expectant eyes as his hand slid behind your neck. You could feel the strength in his grip. He could really do whatever he wanted to you and the thought alone flamed the fire that was already burning between your thighs.

You took him into your mouth and just held his semi soft cock in there for a little while. You looked up at Jongho through half closed eyes and watched his face as you started to suck on his dick ever so softly. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed and the first wave of euphoria washed over him. You smiled to yourself and continued to give the softest of sucks. Little by little, his dick grew to its full size and you could no longer keep all of him in your mouth. You tried to pull off his dick but Jongho and his firm grip on your neck held you in place. He was so big in your mouth. It was getting difficult to breathe and just as you were about to tap, he pulled you off him with a loud pop.

You gasped for air immediately. The tears were already starting to form in your eyes but you didn’t mind. You were eager for his dick in your mouth again. You wanted to feel your throat close around his dick. So you quickly took Jongho into your mouth once more and started bobbing your head. Pushing further and further until the tip of his dick was tickling the back of your throat. You gagged on Jongho’s dick again before continuing to work your mouth over his member.

Jongho’s grip on the back of your neck tightened as the pleasure started mounting in his stomach. He let his head roll back as your mouth moved up and down his dick. He closed his eyes and focused all of his attention on the attention your mouth was giving to his cock. Fuck, it felt so good. The way you bobbed your head up and down at the perfect pace, all the while using your tongue to tease the underside of his dick.

“That’s it, angel. Just like that,” Jongho sighed.

You moaned onto his dick in response, the pet name immediately fanned the flame that was in between your thighs. In turn, you held onto his thighs as you started increasing the pace of your blowjob. Every now and then you would push his dick further into your mouth, gagging on the thickness of his member. And every time you gagged, Jongho made such delicious sounds of pleasure - it encouraged you. You wanted to hear what he sounded like when he came.

Jongho’s hands moved from your neck to the back of your head where they tangled themselves in your hair. You were too lost in the feeling of his dick in your mouth that you didn’t notice how his hips had started bucking into your mouth. It wasn’t until Jongho tugged on your hair and held you in place that you realized just how much he was enjoying you giving him head. He held you in place as his hips started moving faster, pumping his dick in and out of your mouth at a much quicker pace than yours.

The results were heavenly to Jongho. He watched as tears streamed down your face, ruining all the effort you put into your makeup. He watched the saliva start pouring out of your mouth. He watched as your mouth stretched to fit all of him in your mouth. The sight of you absolutely undone on his cock and the sweet feeling of your mouth on him was too much, Jongho could feel the orgasm building a lot quicker than he wanted.

And still he pushed. He wanted to cross the line, he wanted to watch his cum spray all over your pretty face. And just as he was about to, he pulled you off him with another pop. Your mouth suddenly felt lonely, you wanted to taste him, feel his dick hit your throat over and over again. You opened your mouth to stick out your tongue again, signaling to Jongho that you weren’t done - you needed him in your mouth once more.

The sight of you eagerly waiting for his dick made Jongho almost lose control. With his hands still in your hair, he encouraged you to stand up. But he couldn’t wait until you were fully on your feet before enveloping you a deep passionate kiss. This was not the sweet stuff from earlier but a completely different monster. Your tongues mashed together in what could only be described as the purest form of lust.

When you finally separated, there was a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths. Jongho then slapped your ass harder than you were anticipating. However, the sting of his hand on your ass caused the sloppiest smiles to cross your lips. You were already so far gone and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Get on the bed,” Jongho commanded.

You eagerly climbed onto the bed and positioned yourself near the edge, on all fours. You heard the sound of a belt being undone and several seconds later, the familiar sound of clothes falling onto the floor. You risked a glance over your shoulder and saw a completely naked Jongho admiring your perked up ass. The tip of his dick leaking so much precum, you licked your lips in anticipation.

You watched as Jongho approached you and slapped your ass again. This time was even harder than before. You immediately arched your back and moaned in response - the line between pain and pleasure long since blurred. While you were lost in the throes of ecstasy, Jongho grabbed your thighs and held you in place as he licked a singular stripe between the folds of your pussy. The initial contact was otherworldly. Your mouth dropped open in an attempt to let out a moan but nothing came out, it just felt too good.

Your hands stretched out in front of you, gripping your just-washed sheets as Jongho continued his taste testing of your pussy. The way his tongue traced the inside of your lips should be made illegal. He continued to lap up your essence with an eagerness that could only be matched by your own desire from earlier before.

The pleasure was almost too intense, you didn’t want to cum, not yet. But Jongho held onto your hips, firmly keeping you in place while he tortured your throbbing clit. One particularly nice swipe of his tongue across your most sensitive area and you felt yourself topple over the edge. The warmth of the orgasm spreads from your clit throughout your entire body, ripping moan after moan from your throat.

But even after you came, Jongho did not release his hold on your hips nor your lips. He continued to lap at your pussy, drinking down every single drop from your orgasm. And even after. You could feel the overstimulation building up and you tried to wriggle free but instead were met with Jongho’s firm hand on your lower back - pushing you down and effectively keeping you in place. How was he so strong?

Jongho maintained the dance his tongue was performing on your clit until you could feel the pressure mounting again. Your legs started to shake as your throat clamped up again, unable to make another sound as the second orgasm washed over you. And you could have sworn Jongho would have kept going if it wasn’t for the softest, “please… no more” you could muster. He lapped at your pussy one, two, three more times before finally pulling away.

There was no rest, however, as Jongho was quick to smack your ass with his heavy hand. The immediate shock of pain woke you up from the post-orgasm haze.

“Turn around,” Jongho said, his voice thick with lust.

You were slow to pull yourself up on all fours, turning around to face him with such heavy eyes. You could barely keep your head up, your body already growing tired from the pleasure-filled exertion. But now facing a nude Jongho, you could finally appreciate his naked frame - his broad shoulders, well defined chest and arms, the cutest little belly and insanely thick thighs. And right in-between those thighs was his hardened dick, no longer full enough to slap against his lower stomach, but full enough that it made your mouth water for another taste.

Without really thinking, you reached out and grabbed the base of Jongho’s dick. He inhaled sharply at the contact of your hand on his hungry cock. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip. For a moment there was a softness in his gaze - the brilliant teddy bear sparkle returning, if only for a moment. If only to be replaced by, “Gonna make me feel good, angel?”

His words were sweet like honey against your ear. The smile that spread across your lips was wide and lazy, unable to form any coherent words beyond, “Yes, please.”

In the next heartbeat you took his dick into your mouth once more. This time, slowly tracing the underside of his member with your tongue. Jongho let out a long exhale as his cock hardened under the effects of your skilled mouth. Once he was fully hard again you started bobbing your head up and down. Jongho placed both hands on his own hips and watched you get to work on his cock.

The tears and saliva that had started to dry were now reforming as you sucked him off. You wrapped your hands around whatever part of Jongho’s dick that couldn't fit in your mouth and started pumping. Hearing Jongho’s breathing turn into deep groans excited you, you could feel your pussy swell at the sound. It also encouraged you to bob your head faster and move your hands quicker up and down his dick. One hand slipped below and gently tugged at his balls. Judging by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, this proved to be too much as Jongho quickly pulled you off him.

He held you by your face as he tried to regulate his breathing. You bit down on your bottom lip, watching his face as he tried to come back down to earth. Unable to resist you like that, Jongho quickly pulled you into a rough kiss. And when he pulled away, it was only to bite the same lip you were torturing moments before.

His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers curling into the mess of your hair as he firmly held you in place. His other hand slid between your bodies and down to your clit. He pressed two fingers into the still-recovering bundle of nerves and started drawing small circles. You took in a sharp inhale of breath. You wanted to double over from the pleasure but Jongho’s grip in your hair held you firm. Jongho then slipped a finger into your soaking entrance. The feeling of his finger in you caused another wave of pleasure to wash over you. And before you could even get used to the feeling of one of his fingers, Jongho was slipping a second digit into you.

His fingers pumped in and out of you with such dexterity you wondered if he somehow had acquired a manual for your body - how could he make you feel so good with just his fingers? You melted under his touch - the tight grip on your hair only accentuating the pleasure that your body was experiencing. You felt your eyes flutter shut as another orgasm was creeping up. And just as you were about to succumb fully, Jongho pushed you down onto the bed. You immediately pressed your thighs together, chasing the high that was promised but Jongho easily spread your legs apart.

Wordlessly, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself right in-between your thighs. Your pussy was dying for attention, any sort of touch or friction, anything to release the wave of pleasure that you had been building. And Jongho provides it. He carefully lines his dick up with you and pushes in ever so gently, a far cry from the way he was treating you earlier. But when you look up at him, you can see why he was being so gentle. Jongho was very close to cumming. He was taking his time, not for you, but out of fear he would finish before he could fuck you the way he wanted to.

Your hands reached out to touch him, any part of him, but Jongho was quick to pin your hands down by your side. The only thing you got was a stern look. The weight of the gaze made you moan out loud. And with that singular look, you stilled your body and let Jongho accustom himself to being inside you. You were so eager to have him fill you up, you didn’t notice just how much he actually was stretching you out.

Once you did, all you could focus on was the feel of his dick inside of you, carefully stretching you out and making room for him and only him. Once Jongho was fully inside of you, he threw your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you with the ferocity of a sex-starved man. With back arched and hands gripping at the sheets beneath you, moan after moan fills the bedroom as Jongho slams into you. It’s almost too intense and you subconsciously start wiggling your body away from him, but Jongho’s grip on your thighs makes it impossible to do much else other than writhe in pleasure.

Your eyes flutter close and head thrown back as you succumb to the overwhelming feeling of Jongho’s strong hold on your thighs and his relentless pounding of your pussy. Lost in the pleasure of it all, your head fogs over with the daze of absolute bliss. The way Jongho slams his body into yours, the lewd sounds your pussy makes, his shallow breaths turning into grunts - all of it working in tandem to bring you over the edge.

With Jongho holding your legs in place, you were free to move a hand to the center of your thighs and start rubbing small circles on your incredibly sensitive clit. The pleasure is immediate, the warm promise of an orgasm on the horizon makes you please yourself with abandon. Jongho breathes out a deep grunt and slows down his pace so he could watch you play with yourself. You open your eyes to watch Jongho entranced with your fingers on your body.

His pace changes from relentless pounding to slow dangerously long strokes, the tip of his head raking across that sweet, sweet spot. Paired with your fingers on your clit, the orgasm was growing closer and closer. Your breathing grew ragged and the moans devolved into desperate pleas. You could hear yourself whimper, stringing together nonsensical words, euphoria clouding your mind and your ability to communicate. Through the sex-filled haze you managed to croak out, “Faster, please” and Jongho is all too willing to comply.

Unable to stop watching your fingers play with your clit, Jongho slowly starts to pick up the pace until he is back to forcefully slamming his big dick into your tight pussy. The sheets beneath you were a balled up mess in your fists as your body shook with the violence of your third orgasm ripping through your body. Jongho showed no intention of letting up - instead, he continued to pound into your sensitive pussy and just when you were about to tap, he pulled out and made a huge mess on your stomach.

He steadied himself on your bed, unable to stand up as he reeled from the pleasure of the orgasm. His breathing was deep and ragged as he stood up and looked around your room for something to clean you up with. You, barely able to move, lazily pointed to the bathroom. Jongho, still catching his breath, disappeared into the bathroom only to reappear seconds later with a towel. He cleaned you up first, and then himself and then tossed the towel somewhere off to the side.

Once the two of you were fully cleaned, Jongho climbed onto the bed with you. Somehow, he still had enough strength in him to easily adjust you so your head was resting on the pillows and he was laying beside you, effectively holding you in the little spoon position. The warmth of his body and breath against yours had an immediate relaxing effect. You melted into his body for the umpteenth time and could feel yourself drifting off to sleep. And in this fucked-out, half-asleep state you heard Jongho whisper all of the praises he couldn’t bring himself to say during sex. A cacophony of “you did so good,” “you’re so pretty,” “fucking perfect.” And somewhere right before drifting off you felt the softest of kisses to your temple and a final, “Goodnight angel.”

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atiny-moon · 8 months

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ATEEZ as Boyfriends

Genre: soft, fluffy, suggestive

Pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

Tags: a little bit of everything <3

Word Count: 1.6K

HONGJOONG

Definitely the type of bf to fix your clothes - like if you’re going out somewhere, i can see him helping you pick out smth to wear or even styling you himself. And when you two are out, he’s constantly adjusting your fit so you don’t look bad. The type of guy wander off in the middle of a party just so he can admire you from afar

Though he isn’t too fond of being overly emotional, will hype you up to anyone who would listen and not even in an annoying way, it just so happens that the majority of his sentences start off with ‘oh, my partner..’

Loves leaving marks - biting, hickies, etc. in places only he knows about

Will call you every time he’s eating, even if he doesn’t say anything, just bc he missed you and wanted to have you around for a little bit

Doesn’t like to cuddle but does give the best kisses the kind where he just holds your chin in place and plays with the ways his lips touch yours

Ultimate king of push and pull

SEONGHWA

Ugh, the way this man would absolutely dote on his partner. Anything they wanted - he’d be all over it. Think acts of service type of love

Loves all the cheesy romantic shit, all of it - the matching accessories, matching hairstyles, coordinating outfits, taking an insane amount of cute couple photos, going to the most aesthetic date spots just so y’all can take photos together. Knows your best angles, duh

So many gifts. And expensive gifts, too! Hwa’s got super expensive taste and i feel like he’s the type of bf to dote on you so much that he wouldn’t want you to wear inexpensive clothing. Like he’ll be like, ‘oh, babe, i got you these new silk pajamas because you said mine were so comfy’ meanwhile he’s already replaced like all of your clothes

Super comfy stay-at-home dates where you do skincare and watch the latest episode of whichever drama you’re watching. Even when he’s hella busy, he’d find time to video call you so you could watch the newest episode together.

Always smells incredibly good, addictive even

Forehead kisses & top of the head kisses are his favorite

YUNHO

Textbook romantic gentleman. The type that makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opens every door for you, never ever lets you lift a finger, and will always give you his jacket if you’re cold

Super sentimental. Like if you put together a scrapbook of all of your time together, guaranteed this man will cry. Especially if there’s a handwritten letter explaining how much you love him - he would simply be undone

Tries to remember every single detail about you so he can either plan the perfect date or gift you the perfect item. Truly works soo hard at being a good boyfriend. Also really good with birthdays. Like, scary good.

And tbh, the type of bf to call you out on your bs - like when you’re being a little unreasonable or if you’re telling him about a situation that you’re going through, i think yunho would be the type of bf to tell you when you’re wrong but in a nice way! (maybe.. he can be kinda savage sometimes lmao)

While I don’t think he’d be super into PDA i do think he’d just always be near you like close enough to reach out and hold his hand or close enough that you two would be able to talk without raising your voices

This man loves back hugs

YEOSANG

The best at good morning and goodnight texts. They somehow always make you feel loved and special

Super supportive? The type of bf to set reminders in his phone so he can wish you good luck on whatever upcoming project you’re working on. Even if it’s like the smallest thing ever, he’d be so proud of you for working toward it and even more proud when you achieve it

Really deep and interesting conversations

I think it would be so easy to be with Yeosang - like the both of you wake up together, get hungry at the same time, get sleepy at the same time, etc

It’s not that he’s not into PDA, he just forgets about it like of course he loves holding your hand, but he got distracted thinking about what he wanted to get for lunch

Laying his head on your lap is his preferred way to fall asleep

SAN

Loooooooves physical affection. Cannot get enough of it. I think his ideal would be being able to glue himself to you so two could just walk around permanently attached to each other. also I feel like San runs really fricken hot - like a cute lil heater

The ultimate hype man. It could be a pre-workout selfie, a just finished taking a shower selfie, an all dressed up selfie, a sleepytime selfie, a i just woke up selfie, IT DONT MATTER!! San is going to hype you up every single time. Which obviously does wonders for your confidence (which was his plan all along ;) )

Loves to stay in and just watch movies. Mostly so he can spend as much time as he can cuddling with you. Matter of fact, most of the dates he plans are just excuses to spend more time with you - physically and emotionally

Speaking of, San would be such a good listener! Like I feel he’d understand where you’re coming from emotionally and provide support in a positive and affirming way and never ever make you feel like your emotions are wrong or you were wrong, for that matter truly wants the best for you

And bc he loves you so much, I feel like he would also respect you a whole heck of a lot which means the first time you guys wanna do anything sexual, it takes him a loooong time to be okay with it. Like i think you would have to initiate

That said, he would absolutely blow your back out every chance he got once he got comfortable

MINGI

Loyal af. Once he makes a decision on who he likes, it’s that person FOR EVA so get used to the idea of having song mingi in your life

The wildest communicator - like, y’all abandoned texting very early on in the relationship and now exclusively communicate via selfies/photos, voice memos & memes. His voice memos are hilarious and sometimes incredibly lewd. Like will sing you an entire song that he just made up. In voice memos. Then follow it up with what he wants to do to you in excruciatingly graphic details.

While he won’t do completely matching outfits, he is super down to coordinate outfits - wear the same colors, or complementary silhouettes, something that lets ppl know you two are an ~item~

And though I think he likes being Princess Mingi, i think he would go to great lengths to make sure you’re taken care of - whatever you need, he’d get it for you.. Or get someone else to get it for you lolol

Will always pull you into his lap. He likes how easy/fun it is to manhandle you.

Loves PDA. I’m talkin full on make-out sessions, ass grabbing, hand holding, and everything in-between. good luck getting him off you!

WOOYOUNG

Likes biting. A lot. Especially the marks it leaves

Super generous. Like, the most giving man you have ever met. Will give you the shirt off his back even if you don’t ask for it. This also extends to anyone you know, especially! family. He likes knowing he’s the one taking care of you && yours

This man is crazy into fashion and i think his style would end up affecting your style, not bc he wants to but bc he just looks so cool all the time, you’d wanna match him, if you know what i mean. Definitely gives me gomez & morticia addams vibes.

Learns your favorite dishes and cooks them for you.

I think Wooyo’d be the type of bf to be a little controlling or ride the line of being a little mean just so he can rile you up. It turns him on when you get angry. But would also definitely cut it out if he saw you weren’t having it.. He wants to fuck you, not make you mad!

Can and will makeout with you for hours

JONGHO

Would have such a hard time telling you how he feels, but has no problem showing you how he feels - whether it’s buying you a little trinket, or making sure you ate, or even just listening to you, i think you would always feel loved when you’re with Jongho

Is actually really funny? Or maybe he’s just good at learning what makes you laugh and then gets good at telling you jokes that align more with your humor

Your family would absolutely adore Jongho

Wants to experience new things with you so all of your dates are either trying out a new restaurant, or visiting a new pop-up event, or going to a new city for the weekend, anything that helps creates memories with you

Hella anti-PDA. Will actively avoid holding your hand in public. But as soon as you are behind closed doors, will be the sweetest and most loving bf - being silly/cute, soft sweet kisses, plenty of hugs (which he’s surprisingly really good at), and sooo many massages

Jongho would give the best aftercare

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atiny-moon · 8 months

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Happy Birthday

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: some soft smut for your consideration

Pairing: yeosang x fem!reader

Tags: nipple play, breast play, fingering (f receiving), unprotected birthday sex (no se hace!), yeosang has a skirt kink && is absolutely crazy about reader

Word Count: 5.4K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

star1117 Today at 10:16 PM

im so excited!!

h3h3tm0n Today at 10:16 PM

Me too !

Wait , why are we excited ? >.>’

star1117 Today at 10:16 PM

lolol my birthday is in 2 days

h3h3tm0n Today at 10:17 PM

Oh ! That explains why this gift mysteriously appeared in my room

star1117 Today at 10:17 PM

u bought me something?!

h3h3tm0n Today at 10:17 PM

Nope not at all

Wasn't me

A mysterious cosmic force made its way into my room and dropped off a present

star1117 Today at 10:18 PM

the universe loves me

h3h3tm0n Today at 10:18 PM

… Something like that , yes >.>

The universe also asked me if I could give it to you

star1117 Today at 10:19 PM

yes pls my venmo is star1117

h3h3tm0n Today at 10:19 PM

Haha

I would like to give you this present in person

If that’s okay ?

star1117 Today at 10:25 PM

do you wanna play Valorant w me?

Two days later, Yeosang was standing in front of his mirror trying on a series of different outfits. He couldn’t quite find the combination he liked best - the jeans he tried on didn’t go with the top he wanted to wear and none of his shoes seemed to fit him anymore and why was his hair being so weird? After a big bout of indecision, Yeosang settled on a camel colored sweater vest with a white crew neck tee underneath and light wash straight leg jeans. Finally satisfied with how he looked, he grabbed the black gift bag on his desk and headed towards the door.

On his way out, Yeosang passed both Wooyoung and Yunho who were sitting in the living room playing a video game. Without looking away from the television Wooyoung called out, “If you’re going to lunch, bring me back something!”

“I’m not going to lunch,” Yeosang responded with a small smile creeping up his lips, “I’m going on a date.”

“A date?!” Yunho and Wooyoung cried out in unison. This caused Yeosang to laugh and busy himself further with putting on his shoes. He couldn’t bring himself to look at his friends. Not right now, not with the bright blush that was coloring his cheeks as he thought of you and finally getting to see you in person.

“Yes, a date. I’ll be back later,” Yeosang said as he finished putting on his shoes. Wooyoung and Yunho were stunned silent and couldn’t do much except watch on with shocked expressions. As Yeosang stepped out of the apartment he could hear Wooyoung say, “They grow up so fast.”

There was a perpetual bounce in Yeosang’s step as he made his way to the cafe you picked out - the black gift bag swinging gently at his side. He was so incredibly excited at the thought of finally meeting you in person. Finally meeting the person that was so patient with him while he learned the rules of Valorant and kept him alive during his first few matches. Finally meeting the person that he could talk to all night on Discord and never run out of things to say. Finally meeting the person that made him so very happy.

Yeosang was about half a block away from the cafe when his heart jumped into his throat and butterflies swarmed his stomach. He caught a glimpse of you standing near the cafe and had to take a couple of minutes to calm his breathing before he could continue. His eyes were fixed on you as he approached the cafe - soaking up every inch of you in your adorable birthday outfit.

You had on a white collared shirt with a lilac pullover sweater tucked into a matching plaid lilac pleated skirt. Your hair was pulled into a lovely half up, half down hairstyle with a few loose pieces framing your face. Dainty little pastel accessories completed your outfit. Truly too cute.

You were scrolling on your phone and could feel the heaviness of someone’s gaze on you but you could not bring yourself to look up. Being in public was already a nightmare, you didn’t want to have to deal with some creep while you were at it. But when you were finally brave enough to look up, you were greeted with the sight of none other than Kang Yeosang. He was still a little ways away which gave you enough time to catch your heart before it leapt out of your chest.

As he approached, you could feel your palms get sweaty and a little voice in the back of your head was trying to convince you to run away but you were frozen, watching with wide eyes as Yeosang walked right up to you. The both of you stood in front of each other in silence for what felt like an eternity. You wanted to say something to break the ice but your throat forgot how to work and your hands were so sweaty and suddenly your shoes were too tight. You swallowed the panic attack that was building up and managed to squeak out, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Yeosang said softly. The two of you were finally face-to-face and Yeosang could not believe it. He didn’t even want to blink! Afraid that this whole thing was a dream and if he blinked, you would be gone. Yeosang watched you for a beat longer before shaking out of his daze, “Do you want to go inside?”

“Oh! Oh, yeah.. That sounds good..” You mentally kicked yourself for being so awkward as the two of you finally made your way inside.

The cafe was a beautiful double-heighted space that smelled like a combination of freshly ground coffee beans and old books. Save for the coffee/bakery area on the first floor and the reading nooks on the second floor, every open space was occupied by bookshelves and so, so many books. It was as if someone took an old warehouse and converted it into a library that just so happened to also have a cafe.

You placed your orders and waited for them in silence. It was so strange that you two could chat for hours online but once in person, all of those thoughts just vanished. Being in your favorite place with Yeosang on your birthday made you feel all sorts of things you didn’t know you could feel. And you didn’t know how to convey any of these complex emotions. The only thing your brain could do was short circuit.

Once your orders were ready, the both of you headed upstairs to find an empty reading nook. These nooks were semi-private little rooms that lined the second floor; they didn’t have much furniture - only a small table and a couple of cushions. A few of the reading nooks faced the street and had access to windows. You claimed one of these window-having reading nooks for your own.

The two of you sat down in front of the window, settling down the snacks and gift bag on the small table beside you. This was arguably your favorite spot in the entire cafe. With its extra large windows letting in the sun in just the right way and the ability to people watch at your own leisure, it was an introvert’s haven.

You were so taken in by the view you didn’t notice how Yeosang was unable to keep his eyes off you while you made yourself comfortable. Specifically, he couldn’t help but watch as your skirt gently danced across your thighs, never wanting to be a piece of fabric more in his life than right now. Thankfully, you saw none of this and were only met with such a gentle gaze. Locking eyes with him made your heart skip several beats - how could someone be so beautiful?

Yeosang was comfortable with the eye contact and had no intention of breaking that or the soft silence that had enveloped you two. You allowed yourself to really look at his face for the first time - the gentle slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the sweet swell of cheekbone. He truly was sculpted by the gods. Once you realized how long you were actually staring for, your face reddened immediately. You quickly broke eye contact and focused all of your attention out the window.

As the embarrassment faded away, you could feel the anxiety start to bubble in your stomach. “This is my favorite spot,” You said suddenly. And once you started talking, the words would not stop pouring out of your mouth, “because it’s good for people watching, and you get really good views of the park over there. That’s also my favorite park because the ducks there are nice and they don’t really bother you..” Your voice trailed off as you realized you were knee deep in your rambling.

“Ducks can’t feel cold in their feet because their feet have no nerves or blood vessels,” Yeosang stated matter of factly before taking a sip of his iced americano. Somehow, him acknowledging what you said while simultaneously ignoring what you said made you feel comforted. Like he understood where you were coming from and wanted to make the most logical jump in conversation.

After the duck comment, the two of you fell into another comfortable silence. You shifted on the cushion trying to get comfortable but were unable to find the right spot. Frustrated, you slid off the cushion and onto the floor, grateful for the familiar stability of the cafe’s wooden floors. You carefully adjusted your skirt once more and began to dig into the slice of chocolate cake you were sharing with Yeosang.

Because all of your attention was on getting comfy, you missed the way in which Yeosang watched your skirt and where it fell on your body. The way the pleats complemented your thighs, the way the color suited you so nicely. He couldn’t help but let his mind wonder what you looked and felt like underneath the skirt. If he wanted to, he could easily slip a hand under.. Yeosang had to physically shake his head to keep the thoughts at bay.

You noticed this and raised a brow. “Everything okay?”

It was Yeosang’s turn to forget how to speak. It took him a couple seconds to formulate a coherent thought that wasn’t about you and the way your outfit was driving him crazy. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just drank coffee too fast and got a bit of a brain freeze.” He offered you a half smile before looking away. He didn’t want to lie to you but he also didn’t want to tell you how much he wanted to know what color your undies were.

“If you press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, it’ll help out with the brain freeze,” You replied, completely oblivious to Yeosang’s moral dilemma. Yeosang nodded and did what you suggested even though he didn’t really have a brain freeze, grateful for the opportunity to be silent for a little while.

As the both of you shared the slice of cake you fell into a nice conversation where you talked about everything and nothing all at once. It was so similar to your chats online it made you realize that this wasn’t a big bad scary stranger, but Yeosang. Your Yeosang. The one you would heal every match, the one that could make you laugh with his simple observations, the one you chatted with when you couldn't sleep. And somewhere in the comfort of conversation, you found yourself leaning closer to him, nowhere near touching, but close enough to feel the heat of his skin on yours.

Yeosang noticed you leaning into him and wanted to bridge the small distance between you two but he also didn’t want to scare you away by doing something you didn’t want. So, he struck a compromise with himself. He leaned back a little bit and placed a hand somewhere behind you and rested his weight on that hand. This meant he maintained his distance while simultaneously giving you more access to him. And little by little, you found yourself leaning more and more into Yeosang until you were cuddling against him.

The contact made you blush immediately and try your best to hide your face. Little did you know that Yeosang was also blushing like crazy and also trying his best to hide his face. But neither of you moved away from each other, preferring instead to be an awkward mess together. As the blush subsided and your breathing returned to normal you turned to look at Yeosang and were about to say something when Yeosang took your chin in his hand.

“You have a bit of..” Yeosang tilted your chin up a bit so he could look at your lips. Seconds later you felt his thumb brush ever-so-softly against your bottom lip “..chocolate.”

The two of you made eye contact as Yeosang sucked the tiniest bit of chocolate off of his thumb. Reality quickly set in and Yeosang broke eye contact first, unable to suppress the blush that was coloring his cheeks a bright red. You turned away, allowing him the grace of feeling embarrassed without the weight of prying eyes.

While Yeosang gathered himself, you busied yourself with straightening out your skirt. From behind you felt Yeosang clear his throat. You looked up at him with your hands still on your skirt, wondering if there was something wrong and that’s when you finally noticed the grip that your outfit had on Yeosang. His cheeks were redder than before and his eyes were transfixed on the hem of your skirt.

It was another beat before Yeosang actually said something, “Don’t forget your gift.” It took everything in him to tear his eyes away from where your skirt sat on your thighs and to the black gift bag on the table. He leaned forward to reach it for you, even though the bag was technically on your side of the table. He was so close as he reached across you, you could smell his cologne. Mm, cedarwood and lavender.

He handed you the bag and returned to his neutral leaning position with you ever-so-close to his body. The giddy smile that overtook your features made your entire face light up. Having the present in your hands really cemented today was real and it was not a dream.

You opened the gift bag and found no tissue paper but a black half-full cologne bottle. Neatly folded underneath it was a simple white v-neck undershirt. You tried your hardest to control the disappointment and confusion but it was fruitless. Yeosang was already clamoring to explain the reasoning behind the gifts.

“Ah, this isn’t any regular cologne,” He began as he took the bottle from your hand, “This! This is the very same cologne I use on a day-to-day basis. It’s the one I have on right now.” Yeosang exchanged the bottle for the white v-neck. Here, he leaned forward a bit so he could use both hands to hold open the shirt, effectively holding you in a very loose back hug. “And this is the shirt I slept in last night.” He smiled brightly, content with his gift.

But you were still confused, unsure why he would gift you his own personal items. Yeosang could sense your hesitation and lowered the shirt. In a much smaller voice he continued, “I know you sometimes have a hard time falling asleep so I thought having these pieces of me could make it a little easier..”

Your lips were still set in a slight pout when your brain finally understood the meaning behind Yeosang’s gifts. The sentiment filled your heart to the brim with an overwhelming amount of love. You turned to face him and threw your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a very tight hug. Yeosang was slow to return the affection but when he did, he held you as if you were the most precious thing on the planet.

The tenderness in his hold made you relax further into the hug. Yeosang responded by simply bringing you in closer to his body and rubbing small circles on your back, letting you break the hug whenever you wished. And it was a long time before you did, enjoying the feeling of his well-defined body against yours and the soothing motions of his hands on your back.

By the time you pulled away from him, there were the beginnings of tears forming in your eyes. Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment, or maybe it was the generosity of the gift, but you were overwhelmed with emotion. Yeosang was absolutely confused and had no idea what to do. He immediately started apologizing and saying that if you wanted to give the gifts back you could and don’t feel pressured to keep anything and he could take you shopping if you preferred.

You were half-laughing, half-crying as you dabbed at the corners of your eyes. “I don’t wanna give them back. I really like the gifts.. You’re very sweet, Yeosang.”

Hearing you say his name did things to Yeosang, things he didn’t feel comfortable experiencing in a public place. He wanted to hear you say his name over and over and over in a considerably less dignified manner. Yeosang blinked back the thoughts and focused on you. “I’m glad you liked them. But, are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“Yeah.. I think I’m just ready to go. I’m starting to feel a little overstimulated.” You laughed dryly and watched as an expression you didn’t quite understand cross Yeosang’s features. “We can still hang out, though!” You added and immediately saw Yeosang relax.

Yeosang thought for a little bit before asking “Do you want to watch a movie with me?” He saw the panic start in your eyes and he quickly continued, “At my place. We don’t have to go anywhere.”

You breathed a deep sigh of relief and nodded your head. The both of you silently cleaned up after yourselves before making your way to Yeosang’s apartment, holding hands along the way.

As soon as you walked into Yeosang’s apartment you were greeted with Wooyoung and Yunho sitting in the living room, still playing their game. Wooyoung without looking up from the television yelled out, “How was your date, McSteamy?!”

Yeosang didn’t respond and it didn’t look like he had any intention of responding - he was simply taking off his shoes and putting on his house slippers. He also had no idea how to respond to his best friend calling him McSteamy. A blushing Yeosang ran off to his room to get you a pair of guest slippers, leaving you momentarily alone in the doorway.

“Uhm, it went well?” You offered.

At the sound of your voice, both Wooyoung and Yunho paused their game and turned to face you. Their attention on you was a little too much to handle and you could feel your cheeks burning up. Just as you were hoping the earth would open and swallow you up, Yeosang emerged from somewhere down the hall with a pair of slippers for you to use.

“Don’t mind them,” Yeosang said as he helped you change your shoes. “They’re just a couple of meerkats.” He offered you his hand as he led you away from the door and toward his bedroom. Wooyoung and Yunho were again, too stunned to speak.

A few seconds later, you found yourself in Yeosang’s room. It was smaller than you’d imagine but large enough that he could fit a full bed, a desk with a decent computer setup, and a small set of free weights. Looking around the room you noticed the wall-hung mirror by the door and small piles of clothes sprinkled throughout his room. There was one shelf off to the side that had several drones and their various accoutrement on display. But all in all, it was just so normal.. Not at all what you would expect from an idol.

You turned to Yeosang and found him trying to clean up the piles of clothes as quickly as possible without you noticing. It was incredibly cute. You opened your mouth to say something but just as you were about to, you heard loud noises coming from the living room.

“Oh! Gee, Wooyoung! I sure am hungry! Maybe we should get some food!” Yunho yelled as he loudly stomped toward the door.

“Yes, my dearest friend Yunho! We! Should! Eat!” Wooyoung called out. He was so loud you could hear his throat scratch at the end of every word. You then heard the both of them loudly put on their shoes and just as loudly open and slam the door close.

Yeosang held up a finger and did the universal ‘hold on a sec’ motion before disappearing out of his bedroom door. Moments later you heard Yeosang, Wooyoung, and Yunho bickering as Yeosang actually kicked them out of the apartment. You also could have sworn you heard the click of a door lock.

Seconds later, Yeosang was back in his room and apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry about them. Raised by wild wolves, I tell ya.”

“Nah, they’re kinda funny.. they remind me of my cousins.”

In the quiet that spread out from the empty apartment, the two of you felt the weight of being alone. Every fiber in your being wanted to bridge the gap between you and Yeosang but your feet were planted firmly in the floor. You couldn’t move or speak or do anything really. Your thoughts were consumed with the realization that you were alone with Yeosang. In his room.

But to Yeosang this was everything that he wanted. You looked absolutely adorable in the dim lighting of his bedroom and he wanted nothing more than to make you feel comfortable. So! He turned on his computer and started looking for a movie the both of you could watch. You walked over to stand behind him and watched as he scrolled through his extensive movie library.

“Oh! I haven’t seen that one!” You pointed to a title on the screen - The Princess Bride.

“As you wish,” Yeosang smiled coyly and quicker than you could imagine, he pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. You giggled and tried to wriggle free but it was no use - Yeosang was incredibly strong and incredibly stubborn. You were going to sit on his lap and that was that.

Considering how muscular he was, sitting in Yeosang’s lap was surprisingly comfortable. He was also very warm. Being in his arms was like wearing a heated weighted blanket - it immediately comforted and relaxed you. You adjusted yourself on his lap so you could rest your head on his shoulder and Yeosang could rest his cheek on the side of your head. He started the movie and the both of you fell into yet another comfortable silence.

The combination of you sitting on his lap and the fact that he’s seen this movie more than he’d like to admit, made it very difficult for Yeosang to focus on the film. All he could think about was how close the curves of your body were to his; the way your shampoo smelled; and how soft your skin was. He adjusted the hold he had on your waist so he only had one arm wrapped around you, the other was resting on the top of your thigh.

This being the first time you’d ever seen The Princess Bride, you found yourself completely immersed within the first five minutes. And so it took a moment or two to realize that Yeosang was playing with the hem of your skirt - dragging the tips of his fingers across the sensitive skin of your thighs, watching the way the pleats of your skirt react as he slowly starts sliding his hand underneath your skirt. Not too far. But enough that it made you shift in Yeosang’s lap ever so slightly.

You took a big gulp of air and tried to focus on the movie but then, you felt Yeosang press his lips to your temple in the softest kiss imaginable. You shifted in his lap once more and found that Yeosang was holding you in place, making it very difficult to move about. He smiled as he pressed another kiss to your face, this time closer to your cheek. You wanted more of his kisses so you tilted your head to the side and allowed Yeosang more access to your face, neck, and shoulder.

He obliged and started leaving a trail of soft sweet kisses from your cheek, to the shell of your ear, all along your neck, and down the line of your shoulder. Each press of his lips against your body was so gentle you didn’t even know if he kissed you. The sweetness of his kisses paired with the delicate caresses of his fingers on your inner thighs was driving you insane. You wanted something firmer, something harder. So you rolled your hips into his, hoping to feel the excitement between his legs.

Yeosang breathed out a shaky moan into the curve of your neck before rocking his hips back into yours. You immediately arched your back and pushed into him, yearning to feel his body against yours. But it was no use - the thickness of your clothes prevented any kind of relief. So you settled for Yeosang’s delightfully soft kisses along your neck and his delightfully soft touches along your inner thigh.

At this point he was so close to the center of your thighs, the only thing separating his fingers from your core was a thin piece of fabric and a very hard thought. Feeling brazen, you reached under your skirt and moved his hand to the center of your thighs. Yeosang paused for just a moment before his fingers started playing with your pussy through your panties.

The pleasure was immediate but brief - his touches were so sweet and gentle, it felt like he was barely touching you. So you pressed his fingers harder against your panties and even began rubbing small circles using his own fingers. You couldn’t help but moan as the first wave of pleasure rippled through your body.

With your guidance, Yeosang started playing with you the way you liked. He continued to kiss up and down your neck and shoulder until you were on the very edge of an orgasm. As the pleasure began mounting and your breathing got shakier, Yeosang dipped his index and middle finger underneath your panties and started pleasing your clit. As soon as Yeosang pressed his fingers to your wet pussy the release was immediate. You gripped the arms of the chair as the orgasm washed over your body.

Yeosang continued to kiss your neck and shoulder as you came down from the high. He loosened his grip on your waist and brushed away the hair from your face. When you finally made eye contact with him, his gaze was just as gentle as ever. That’s when you kissed him. A soft thing that was just as sweet as his previous kisses. You could feel Yeosang smile into the kiss as he brought up a hand and cupped your cheek.

As the kiss deepened, Yeosang’s hand traveled down your cheek to your neck to your shoulder and then finally your tits. His hand massaged and played with your tits over your sweater. You moaned into his mouth and this only made Yeosang want to play with your breasts even more. He squeezed and grabbed at your tits until you could feel the excitement building in between your legs.

Yeosang wrapped you extra tight in his arms, stood up, and made his way towards his bed. Once on his bed, the both of you adjusted so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and you were sitting on his lap facing him, with your legs on either side. The both of you resumed your sweet slow kisses while Yeosang’s hands traveled underneath your sweater. The warmth of his hands on your body caused you to moan into his mouth.

As the kiss deepend you felt your hips rock into his - oh, how you wanted to feel his body on yours. So you broke the kiss and quickly took off Yeosang’s shirt and sweater vest. Even in this dim lighting there was no denying that it wasn’t just his face that was sculpted by gods, his body as well.

Yeosang just as eagerly removed your top and bra, staring at your body with his own sense of wonder and disbelief - how dare you hide such a pair of perfect tits underneath a frumpy sweater! Yeosang licked his lips and immediately started kissing your exposed chest while his hands fondled your breasts. You sighed another moan and let Yeosang explore your body.

As Yeosang continued to play with your tits, you rolled your hips into his once more. This time Yeosang grunted in response and bucked his hips into yours, hard. He paired it with a perfectly timed bite to your nipple that caused you to scream out in pleasure. Unable to take it anymore, you slid your hands down to the front of Yeosang’s jeans and hurriedly pulled out his hardened dick.

Yeosang pulled away from your tits to watch as you began to pump his dick with your hands. He leaned back onto his elbows and just watched as your hands expertly moved up and down the full length of his prick. Yeosang was getting even harder, if possible, as he watched your tits bounce up and down with every stroke.

His breathing was replaced with low grunts and his hips moved in time with your hands as he eagerly chased after his own orgasm. Just as some of his shallower breaths were replaced with whimpers he pulled your hands off of him, “Come here..” Yeosang managed between heavy breaths. You were about to stand up to pull off your skirt and undies when Yeosang said, “Leave them on.”

You looked up at Yeosang through half-lidded eyes and adjusted yourself so your entrance was lined up with his girthy cock. You breathed out slowly as you lowered yourself onto his dick. He was just so big and you were so tight. You watched as Yeosang bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes watching as your skirt completely obscured his view of his dick sliding into your pussy. Not being able to watch, only being able to feel drove Yeosang fucking crazy, in the best way possible.

Once Yeosang was completely inside of you, you took a deep breath and several moments to adjust to the feeling. Slowly, you raised your hips and then lowered them back down until you were able to develop a rhythm that felt good for the both of you. Yeosang placed his hands on your hips and helped you ride him.

The feeling of riding his thick cock was incredible. You could feel the pleasure mounting in your core as his big dick filled you up. Yeosang’s pleasure was also increasing - he gripped your hips harder and started really bucking his hips into yours, creating a lovely rhythm where every time you pulled away, he was there to slam right back into your pussy.

Bouncing up and down his dick, you throw your head back in pleasure as your second orgasm starts building. You quicken the pace and Yeosang is there to reciprocate it - holding you in place so he could fuck you better. He was starting to build up a sweat and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His breathing was getting ragged and his grunts becoming more frequent.

The both of you announce your orgasms at the same time as the waves of pleasure wash over both of you. You pulled off Yeosang’s dick just as he made a mess all over his stomach. As the both of you catch your breath, Yeosang is quick to pull you into a hug and kiss the top of your head, “Happy Birthday.”

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atiny-moon · 9 months

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i need you

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: smut with a dash of angst, or atleast some heavy feels

Pairing: established!bf!san x fem!reader

Tags: angsty thoughts, fingering (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex (dont do it), kitchen sex, wall sex, bedroom sex

Word Count: 4.6K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

You and San met during his trainee days. You were on your way to study classes when you came across a little lost boy with a darling little bowl haircut. You asked him if he needed help and he asked you for directions to the KQ building. You let him know it was on your way and you didn’t mind showing him how to get there. Every day after that, the two of you walked with each other on your way to your respective after school activities - his training and your studying.

Even after you graduated and got into the school of your dreams, you made the time to walk San to his training. It was important for you to be there to support him. He was chasing something so far out of your reality, there really was no other way for you to be there for him. It wasn’t like you could dance for him, or sing for him, or do anything for him other than show up and be his rock. His shining star in the night sky.

There were days where you didn’t get to see him due to your schedule or his, but during those days you messaged back and forth as often as you could. Because, to San, you were also chasing something he could never truly wrap his mind around. He didn’t understand why you wanted to do what you wanted to do, he just knew he needed to support you. He wanted to be the person you turned to when things were going terribly. He wanted you to lean on him as much as he leaned on you.

And so the two of you pushed each other. Pushed each other to try to become the best version you could possibly become - how could you not? You had an amazing partner who had your back every step of the way and there was no foreseeable future in which either of you failed. You could do absolutely anything as long as you had each other.

That’s why when you found yourself slumped in your desk chair, staring at the blinking cursor on the blank email, you wondered what San would do if he had to reply to emails? Would he just type a one word response to everything? Or would he reply with one of his many idioms? The thought of San scrunching up his nose at a screen while composing the perfect email made you laugh.

Then, realizing how long it had been since you’d actually seen your boyfriend, you pouted and slumped further down your chair. You glanced at the time and saw it was near 7:30 PM… you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and you still had a handful of emails left before you could call it a day. Still slumped in your chair, you rolled your eyes and contemplated leaving the emails for the morning - what would a few hours delay really mean? Surely they could wait.

You were about to sink further in your chair in an attempt to hide from the responsibilities of work when your phone screen lit up. Ah, yes. Distraction. You picked up your phone and read the message on the screen, “Just finished practice. Wanna have dinner?” It was from San! Sanni! Your Sanni!

You quickly responded with, “Still at work, finishing up some emails. I can meet you in thirty minutes?”

There was a bit of a pause as you watched San start and stop typing at least three times before replying, “Come to my apartment.”

The amount of pure excitement at the prospect of seeing your boyfriend perked you up faster than your favorite cup of coffee. You finished up the remainder of your emails and hurriedly said goodbye to your coworkers. Before heading out, you made sure to freshen up just a smidge by throwing on a fresh coat of lip gloss and adjusting your black-and-white wrap dress. And just like that, you were standing outside of San’s apartment a little after 8 o’clock.

You knocked on the door and were greeted with a chorus of “Come in!” You let yourself in and were met with such a warm, familial sight - Mingi relaxing on the couch, an anime playing on the television screen in front of him; Seongwha puttering about, muttering about how dirty everything was; Wooyoung could not be seen, but could be heard whipping something up in the kitchen; and the best sight of all was San standing in front of the doorway in his comfy loungewear.

Seeing him like this was like seeing him for the first time. His skin was still damp from a shower and his hair was still mussed. His white tank top looked too big and too small for him all at the same time and his gray sweatpants were sitting dangerously low on his tiny waist. Your breath caught in your stomach - did he get bigger?

“Hi,” San breathed out.

“Hi,” You breathed in.

San stepped aside and let you enter the apartment. You went in for a hug and a kiss but were instead met with the briefest side hug you’ve ever experienced. Hm, that was weird. You watched San’s face for any change of expression but his gaze was fixed forward, and his lips set in a stern line of concentration. Why wouldn’t he give you a hug? You wanted to press him further on it but he slipped out of your grasp and off towards the kitchen.

As you took off your coat and slipped off your shoes you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on? San normally couldn’t keep his hands off you. Was it because the members were here? Was it because you just got off work? Oh, no! What if you smelled bad? Did you step in something?! You quickly checked your shoes and saw nothing of the sort. You tried to ease the insecurities out of your mind and focus on the fact that you were here with San. Maybe he was just tired. You yourself had just gotten off work and could be reading into something that wasn’t really there.

You shrugged it off and slipped into your comfy white cat guest slippers. The slippers were a couple’s set - San had a pair of black cat slippers and you had the white ones. His idea.

You walked further into the apartment and greeted those that looked up at you. Mingi and Seongwha both said hello but Wooyoung was too focused in the kitchen to really glance up. He did manage to shriek his greetings over his shoulder.

“Mm, that smells amazing Wooyoung. What is it?!” You asked cheerily as you walked into the kitchen.

San was standing off to the side, not really saying anything, and just watching Wooyoung work. You walked up behind San and casually wrapped your arms around his waist but just like before, he stepped out of your grasp before you could truly hug him. Wooyoung had his back turned and did not notice this.

You were again puzzled but snapped back to reality when Wooyoung responded, “It’s your favorite!” His smile was so big and bright as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“I told the guys you were still at work and Wooyoung insisted he make you dinner..” San spoke up from the opposite end of the kitchen. The sentiment was incredibly sweet and it made your heart melt but when you looked at San to catch his gaze, he avoided it. He kept his eyes firmly on Wooyoung and what Wooyoung was doing. His distance was making you a little sad and not really sure what to do, you turned away from the kitchen and started setting the table.

Seongwha immediately stopped his puttering to come over and help you set the table, “You’re a guest - you shouldn’t be setting the table.” His voice was low and quiet and had the softness of a laugh hiding at the corners. You wanted to say something to keep the energy light and playful but all you could think about was how cold San was being. What if you really did smell bad?

“Seongwha…” you whispered, “..do I smell?”

Seongwha, unphased and unbothered, replied with a simple, “You smell like you always do.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. What the hell did that mean?! Just as you were about to question him further, you heard Wooyoung call out from the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready!!” at the absolute top of his lungs. You were grateful for his windpipes and their ability to ground you in that moment. Wooyoung definitely had his charms.

Everyone took their seats at the dinner table, taking care to leave an open spot next to you. But while San was usually one of the firsts at the dinner table, tonight he was extra slow - even slower than Mingi. Did he not want to sit with you? Did he not like you anymore? That was a silly idea! He literally invited you over for dinner with him and his members an hour ago. What in the world could change in one hour? You were so lost in thought, you were late to thank Wooyoung for making and serving you dinner.

“Thank you so much, Wooyoung. My favorite meal by my favorite chef has made my heart and tummy so happy.” The warm smile that touched Wooyoung’s lips melted his entire face and you could swear his cheeks were getting a little pink. At least someone liked you.

You risked a glance at San and saw that his gaze was still fixed forward and he was still actively avoiding your line of sight. You opened your mouth to call him out on his weird behavior when all of a sudden San grabbed your hand and turned to you, “I’m so happy you enjoyed dinner.”

The sudden compliment caused your brain to restart. His words were genuine so you knew he wasn’t being sarcastic - not like San was that type of guy, anyway. But his hot and cold attitude was starting to throw you off. What in the world was going on?! As you wrestled with these thoughts, San interlaced his fingers with yours and turned away from you once more.

You were still confused as to why San was acting the way that he was but at least you were holding hands. And then the thought of you two breaking up popped into your head again. Maybe that was why he was acting so strange? But, he couldn’t break up with you in front of his members while holding your hand, right? That would be preposterous. But! What if he was just getting the courage to do it? Kind of like one last hurrah before he ends things for good.

The thought of things ending between you and San made your heart skip a beat in the worst way. You didn’t want that. Reflexively, you brought up your free hand and held onto San’s bicep. Luckily, he didn’t pull away from you. If anything, he relaxed into your touch and let you hold his arm as if he hadn’t been acting so weird the entire night.

The conversations danced around you but you couldn’t quite join in. You wanted to make jokes at Seongwha’s expense, to quip with Wooyoung, to tease Mingi - but all you could do was hold onto San’s arm. Slowly the night carried on and both you and San found yourselves sitting silent amongst your friends. Wooyoung was the first to notice the shift in atmosphere, followed by Seongwha, and lastly Mingi.

“I heard Yunho and Yeosang got a new game,” Wooyoung said to no one in particular.

“Do you wanna take them some leftovers?” Seongwha inquired.

“Let’s bring them ice cream!” Mingi suggested.

One by one, the three boys got up from their seats and shuffled out of the apartment. Their voices carried in the hallway as they laid siege to another apartment.

You were slow to peel yourself up from the dinner table, San still sitting in silence. You absolutely had no idea what was going on with him but somewhere in the pit of your stomach you had braced yourself for the inevitable - the break up.

Out of habit, you cleared the table and began washing dishes. You managed to find solace in between the suds and foam of dirty dishes. There was something therapeutic about the repetitive behavior of washing dishes - the scrubbing and the rinsing of dishes scrubbed and rinsed the thoughts from your mind. With your mind finally clear of racing thoughts you settled on the fact that San was going to break up with you. That was the only sane and logical conclusion you could come to. It was just a matter of time.

As you were drying and putting away the dishes, you felt a familiar hand on your waist. After the strange behavior all night and the danger of breaking up looming overhead, you did not risk taking a step into San’s body. Instead, you stayed firmly planted in front of the dish rack, continuing your task. But, seeing as how you didn’t respond to his touch, San bridged the small gap between the both of you.

He wrapped his big arms around your small waist and brought you in for a deep, deep hug. You felt his cheek rest on top of your head and his breathing on your back. The embrace was home personified. You instinctually melted into his body, forgetting at once the thoughts that were swirling around your head. You opened your mouth to say something but instead felt San’s warm breath on your ear, “I need you.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed as the sentiment dripping in his words coated the area between your thighs. You dropped the dish you were drying back into the sink as your body reeled from that singular sentence. Finally, when you remembered how to breathe and there was sufficient oxygen in your brain you replied, “I thought you were going to break up with me.” The tears that you had been holding back all night started to form at the corners of your eyes.

San whipped you around faster than you could imagine, pure terror and concern in his eyes. His silent curiosity prompted you to continue, “You were so distant so I thought you were mad at me.. And then I thought you were g-” San cut your words off with a kiss. It wasn’t one of those passionate kisses he usually loves, but a softer, slower one. As if he was trying to kiss away your stress, hoping against hope that his lips could melt the worries in your heart.

You were slow to respond at first, it was a little difficult to bounce back from the verge of tears but San’s kisses made the journey a lot easier. He only pulled away from the kiss to pull you into a hug. His cheek finding purchase on the top of your head while he wrapped you up into his favorite hugging position. You reluctantly wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest.This close you could feel his heartbeat against your face and the warmth of his skin warming your cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” San mumbled into your hair. “Tonight was the first time I’ve seen you in so long.” His hands started rubbing small comforting circles on your back. And here he stayed quiet for a long while, humming to himself while trying to formulate the perfect sentence. “It was like waking up on Christmas morning and realizing I got the present I wanted.”

If possible, you buried your face further into his chest while your cheeks turned a bright pink. “That doesn’t explain why you ignored me!” You yelled from the safety of his pecs.

San brought you in even closer to his body, there was nothing separating you save for the fabric of your clothing. The silence on San’s part made you brace yourself for the worst again. And as he breathed out you could feel the reason why San was ignoring you - there was a warmth and a firmness between his legs that made you blush all over again.

“I want you.” San’s voice was quiet - barely above a whisper. You looked up at him and found his eyes studying your face. The intensity in his gaze made your knees weak and your breath catch in your throat. “If I had allowed myself to touch you more..or even think about you.. I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Here, his hands stopped rubbing small comforting circles and came to rest on your lower back.

It was tough to maintain eye contact with San when you stared at you like that - like you were the only light in his life. You watched as the intensity in his eyes shifted from caring to something darker and more primal. His hands on your lower back continued down your body until both of his palms were firmly on your ass. “I need you.”

“I’m right here,” you breathed out as you leaned in for a kiss. San eagerly returned the kiss with the same passion and intensity you were used to. It was the way he liked to kiss you - with absolutely everything in his body. His grip on your ass tightened, pushing you further into his body. You draped your arms across his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. Eventually, San let go of your ass to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you in place while he kissed you as if it was the first time.

The fiery intensity of the kiss sent your body aflame - every feel of his tongue on yours made you want him more and more, like he was the only thing on the planet that could satisfy you. You had to pull away first, taking a deep breath that sounded something between the lines of a moan and a sigh. San leaned into your ear and whispered, “I missed the way you sound” as he rolled his hips into yours.

You breathed out another moan into the curve of his San’s neck and it sent him over the edge. He picked you up with absolutely no effort and placed you ever so gently onto the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. You pulled your body closer to his, eager to feel him and his hardening dick on your body but he pinned your hips in place.

San pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, “Not yet.”

You pouted as a surge of defiance pumped through your veins. While maintaining eye contact, you reached your hands out to his sweatpants and even managed to get your fingertips on the waistband before San had his hands around your throat, squeezing in all the right places. The pleasure was immediate. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you immediately forgot what to do with your hands and focused all of your attention on San’s sweet grip on your sensitive neck.

“Not yet,” he whispered again. This time more hoarse and strained, almost as if it were a plea and not a command. You fluttered your eyes open and nodded your head as best as you could. San’s grip immediately loosened.

His left hand reaches behind your head and takes a fistful of your hair as his right thumb trails along your bottom lip. You open your mouth just enough to let his thumb in and start sucking on it. You watch as San becomes transfixed on your mouth, unknowingly licking his own lips in his approval. He pulled his thumb out and traced his index and middle finger along your lips until you happily obliged and sucked on those fingers too.

He watched you suck on his fingers until he couldn’t take it anymore and replaced his fingers with his own lips. His kiss was so hungry it made you yearn even more for his body. San quickly pushed up your work dress and slid your panties to the side so he could press his two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. The first time he touched you sent such an intense wave of pleasure through your body.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his body and bring him in closer for another kiss. Your two bodies were almost touching if it weren’t for San’s hand in-between your legs, expertly teasing your clit. You tried to maintain the kiss but San’s fingers felt so good on your pussy, all you could do was brace yourself against San and moan into his neck. He gave you sweet words of encouragement - he wanted to hear how good you were feeling.

As San worked your clit, you could feel your orgasm mounting. Your breathing was getting shallow and irregular and just as you were about to cum, San slipped two fingers into your tight pussy. The sensation of two fingers suddenly inside you while riding your high prolonged your orgasm even more. As you started to come down from your orgasm, San slowly started to pump his fingers inside of you while his thumb played with your clit.

Your pussy was so fucking sensitive but San’s fingers felt so fucking good. You buried your head into his neck and wrapped your arms around him, completely surrendering to his touch. San’s touch was so gentle - he wanted to ease you back into pleasure. His thumb rubbed your clit so very softly while his fingers worked themselves in and out of you at a comfortable pace. Eventually, you could feel your hips rocking forward, eager for more of his touch on your body.

San then started to move his fingers a bit faster and rub your clit a but harder. Soon, you could feel your juices dripping down his hands, completely covering his fingers. San absolutely loved the way your body responded to his touch - his own dick completely rock hard and leaking with precum at the very sight of your ravished body.

Your grip on San tightened as you could feel another orgasm mounting in-between your thighs. You announced how close you were and San only increased his pace and his encouragement, “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.” His breathy words into your neck sent you over the edge as you came once more all over his fingers. Satisfied, San brought his fingers up to his lips and licked every bit off.

San wrapped your arms and legs around him once more before picking you up and making his way toward his bedroom. On the way there, you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing and biting his neck. The sudden feel of your teeth on his skin caused San’s knees to buckle. He had to pin you up against the wall for support. This only encouraged you to continue your actions - kissing and biting all along his neck and shoulder, though very careful not to leave marks.

San’s grip on your body shifted slightly and you could suddenly feel his completely hard cock press against your throbbing pussy. The contact immediately made you cry out in pleasure and eagerly push your hips into his. San intuitively reciprocated the movement, rubbing his fully hardened dick onto you. San then carefully maneuvered his hand so he could simultaneously free his dick from his sweatpants and not drop you.

He securely pinned you against the wall before sliding your panties out of the way and sliding his cock into you. The way San stretched you out was pure heaven. You moaned into his neck while wrapping your arms and legs around him even tighter. Then, you could feel the slow and deliberate push of San’s cock into your tight pussy. You kissed him as he carefully slid all the way into you before pulling out just as slow - his tip dragging along your g-spot like it was always meant to. He pumped his dick back into you and you swear you could see stars.

He continued this slow pace until you were rocking your hips into his, begging with your body to fuck you faster. In response, San grunted and picked you up. He carried you all the way to his room and placed you on the bed. The both of you watched the other strip, your eyes devouring every curve of your partner’s form. Once you were both naked, San wrapped you up in another embrace - your arms and legs naturally wrapping around his body. He buried his face into your neck and repaid all the kisses and bites from before.

You moaned after every nibble and kiss, your hips rocking into his, yearning for his dick inside you once more. Slowly, San pushed his throbbing cock into your pussy. Overwhelmed with pleasure, all you can do is hold onto San and breathe as he pumps his dick in and out of your pussy.

You and San have been together for more than five years - he knows how to fuck you. He knows what to do to your body and how to do it. There were paces he used when he wanted to fuck the shit out of you all day and there were paces he used when he wanted to make you cum. This pace is the latter. The slow and deliberate push of his cock in and out of your pussy with his head hitting your g-spot every single time soon made your breathing grow irregular and shallow.

Slowly, you can feel your orgasm building in-between your legs. The warmth spreads over your body as the first wave of orgasms roll through your body. San continues to pump into your pussy over and over and soon rips a second series of orgasms from you, your pussy convulsing around his thick cock.

But he’s still rock hard. San allows you to come back down from your high with his dick still inside of you. And slowly, he starts pumping his dick into your abused pussy. He just feels so good, you can’t help how wet your pussy gets for him.

At this point, you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum but your body has not forgotten. So tired from the waves of orgasms, all you can do is let your limbs fall to the side and let him fuck your absolutely ravaged body. San throws one of your legs over his shoulder and grips onto your thigh so he could fuck you better. He gently cups the side of your face moments before moving his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes widen slightly as he watches you take his thumb into your mouth once more.

With his thumb in your mouth and his dick so fucking deep in your pussy, San can not control it much longer. His grip on your thigh tightens as he throws his head back, deep grunts replacing his breathing. You watch as his body convulses as the orgasm tears through it, him pulling out just in time to make a mess on your stomach. San collapses on top of your body shortly thereafter, maneuvering his body so he can lay with your head tucked under his chin. In-between San’s deep breathing he whispered,

“I love you.”

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atiny-moon · 9 months

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Will you be my girlfriend?

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: soft fluffy smut because.. y’know (pronounced Yunho)

Pairing: yunho x fem!reader

Tags: light nipple play, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (no se hace!) & so many kisses

Word Count: 4.5K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Your friend set you up on a blind date about six months ago. They didn’t tell you who it was, only that he was just your type, whatever that meant. However, the second you laid your eyes on him you knew your friend was utterly and totally right. Jeong Yunho was tall, handsome, and had the sparkliest brown eyes you’d ever seen. As the night went on and the two of you got to know each other you realized that his looks were the second most attractive thing about him. It was really his heart and his goofy personality that won you over.

Since that initial date, the two of you were only able to see each other two more times. His schedule was so incredibly busy. He was actually in the middle of a comeback which meant that you probably wouldn’t see him for another few months. But that was fine. You enjoyed the time you spent together and even when you were apart, you were always texting and facetiming. Well, to the best of his abilities. Oftentimes the phone calls were either really early in the morning or really late at night but you never seemed to mind. His smile and those sparkly brown eyes of his were enough to melt your heart every time.

Yunho eventually had a break in his schedule and the only thing on his mind was seeing you. He called you the night before to explain the sudden free time and wondered if you wanted to meet up at ‘our spot.’ ‘Our spot’ was the coffee shop by your apartment where you two had your first date. Since then, it’s become the first stop on all of your dates, kind of like a little special routine just for the both of you.

You happily agreed to meet him up.

The following morning you were standing outside the coffee shop a little earlier than scheduled. You were dressed in a light wash denim midi skirt, white tank top, and a thin cardigan draped over your shoulders. Your hair was pulled up with a claw clip and you had on your favorite pair of white sneakers. Super cute. Super casual.

You were scrolling through your phone when out of the corner of your eye you saw a pair of white sneakers stop right in front you. You looked up and were met with none other than Jeong Yunho. He stood in front of you in a pair of light wash jeans and an oversized thin white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A bright shiny smile took over his entire face the second he met your eyes.

“Hey twin,” You said through your smile.

Yunho winked before responding, “You’re too pretty to be my twin.”

You rolled your eyes as you playfully slapped at his arm. He caught your wrist and pulled you into one of the coziest hugs. You tried to resist but his embrace was too comforting and you soon found yourself relaxing into his hug, your arms wrapping around his waist. Being in his arms made all of your worries drift away. Eventually, the two of you separated and entered the coffee shop.

Yunho had his arm draped across your shoulders as the both of you made your way to the cash register. Before you could say anything, Yunho was already ordering.

“Two blueberry muffins, one iced americano, and one iced caramel macchiato,” Yunho said to the barista.

“Actually, two caramel macchiatos, please,” You corrected. The barista nodded, adjusted the order, accepted payment, and then got to work on preparing your order.

“When did you start drinking macchiatos?” Yunho questioned.

“When I started missing you,” You flirted.

It was his turn to roll his eyes and scoff but you could see the little blush tinging the tips of his ears and coloring his cherub cheeks a light shade of pink. You watched as he tried to hide his smile but it was no use - his eyes were already crinkled at the corners. The two of you were so lost in your own world you didn’t notice the barista calling out your order. This made the both of you giggle and hurry along to gather your things before trying to find a place to sit.

You two found a seat at the back of the cafe near the private garden. The whole coffee shop had a nice blend of natural and industrial architecture. Meaning, the floor, walls, and ceiling were made of a poured-in-place concrete with the only other materials in the coffee shop being glass and black steel. It contrasted nicely against the hanging plants that lined the walls and adorned the tables. The garden was lined with large panes of glass so that you could readily enjoy the view while enjoying your meal.

The both of you settled into your seats and into an easy flow of conversation. Bursts of giggles in-between bites of your blueberry muffins kept the atmosphere soft and enjoyable. Being with Yunho was like being in a direct beam of sunshine. It is warm and welcoming and comforting, like your favorite comforter after it’s been washed and the smell of detergent is still fresh. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh while you were around him. You also couldn’t help but open up and share everything with him - he was just so easy to talk to!

Somewhere during your conversation, the muffins finished and caramel macchiatos dripping with condensation, Yunho took one of your hands in his. You didn’t notice. It was something so natural for him to do that it just felt like your hand was always supposed to be in his, it felt like that’s where your hand just naturally belonged. You were very lost in thought - talking about the current project you were working on and where it was going when Yunho suddenly cut you off, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You blinked up at him, unable to form sentences or coherent thoughts or even breathe for that matter.

He continued, “I like you. A lot. I like the way you smile. I like the way you laugh. I like the way your eyes get all big and sparkly when you talk about something you're passionate about. I like the way you take care of yourself. I like the way you take care of others. I like the way I feel when I’m with you. I like how big your heart is and..” his voice grew quieter as he realized the following was the truest part of his statement, “..and I want to take care of you.”

The sting of tears threatening to ruin your mascara was the first step in realizing that you were absolutely crazy about this man. You emphatically nodded your head, still unable to properly get the words out. Yunho responded with the largest smile you had seen on his face yet and soon interlaced his fingers with yours. With his free hand, he took out his phone and snapped a photo of the both of you holding hands.

“Wait! Me too!” You playfully whined as you also took out your phone and took a similar picture. The two of you giggled for what felt like the umpteenth time that morning as you set the photos as your respective new phone backgrounds. It was such a silly, jovial thing to do but it absolutely set your heart ablaze. You then stretched out your legs and threaded them between his so that your hands and legs were now interlaced. Eventually, the butterflies in both of your tummies subsided and you continued your chat.

You didn’t really know how much time had passed and it wasn’t until that first crack of thunder did the two of you break out of your little bubble. The both of you looked on in wonder as the skies darkened and an onslaught of pouring rain immediately began.

“Oh, no..” Yunho sulked, “I had reservations for this new hotpot place but I don’t really want to drive in this rain.”

“We could go back to my place?”

This question hung heavy in the air. Yunho’s normally large sparkly eyes darkened slightly as he considered your words. He wanted to go back to your place, of course, but did you know what that question meant? What if he said the wrong thing? Or did the wrong thing? How could he forgive himself if he upset you?

You watched as the gears turned in Yunho’s head, kicking yourself for even bringing something like that up. You opened your mouth to take it all back but Yunho cut you off, “As long as we can get some snacks? I’m pretty hungry.” His stomach let out a rumble loud enough for the both of you to hear.

After the laughing fit, you responded, “Yeah - there’s a convenience store close by.”

The both of you took your time cleaning up your mess, hoping the rain would subside as you cleaned up but no such luck. The thunderstorm was just as strong as ever. So, while holding hands, the both of you bolted through the downpour, running and laughing the three blocks to the convenience store.

You picked up the essentials - some instant noodles, boiled eggs, gimbap, and a couple of banana milks. The two of you were in and out of the convenience store in under 10 minutes - unable to withstand the air conditioning on your soaked bodies for much longer than that. You ran another block to your apartment complex and just like that, you and Yunho were standing in your apartment.

“Uhm, stay right here.. I’ll be right back.” You took off your shoes and socks and tiptoed your way through your apartment to your bedroom, trying your hardest not to wet everything.

Yunho stood in your doorway for the first time and admired your apartment. It had an open-floor plan with the kitchen to your left that opened up to the living room. The only windows in the apartment were the huge floor-to-ceiling windows along the far side of your living room. As for decorations, everything was a mixture of soft pastels. The couch was a pale blue color while the area rug was a geometric pattern in a soft pink and yellow. The artwork on the walls was a careful blend of movie posters and minimalism artwork. There were bits and baubles that dotted any open surface - revealing your personal taste and personality. Everything was so colorful and made you happy.

You caught Yunho staring at all of the things when you came out of the bedroom. You handed him a towel and a change of clothes. You had also taken this time to dry yourself and change into a pair of leggings and pale green sweatshirt. Your voice was surprisingly soft when you finally addressed him, “The bathroom’s through there..” You pointed to your bedroom, unable to meet his eyes.

Yunho blushed as he realized he would have to walk through your bedroom for the first time. He started stumbling over his words but it was your turn to interrupt him, “I’ll get started on the noodles.” You avoided his eyes as you made your way to the kitchen and began busying yourself with getting the snacks ready.

Later, just as you were finishing up preparing the snacks, Yunho walked out of your bedroom wearing the only items of clothing that could his fit large frame. He was wearing one of your biggest sleeping shirts - a pastel pink number with kittens wearing bows and a pair of green and white two-toned sweatpants your brother left the last time he visited. Yunho was also wearing the only socks that could fit him which were a pair of Halloween themed fuzzy socks. His hair looked extra puffy and there was a small pout on his lips.

You managed to settle the snacks down on the coffee table in front of the couch before turning to Yunho and simply embracing him in a hug.

“Lookin good honey,” You tried your hardest to keep a straight face but the giggles crept in at the very end of your sentence, completely annihilating any credibility you may have had. Yunho sulked for a little bit longer before hugging you back.

“Joke’s on you, I actually like this shirt,” You could hear the pout in his words which only made you hug him harder. You buried your face in his chest until you were able to completely suppress the giggles.

“Come on, Mr. Kittens, the food’s gonna get cold,” You teased.

At this, Yunho completely pushed you off him and headed over toward the couch. He used his long arms to prevent you from getting any closer to him until you formally apologized. Which you did. After, he gladly brought you in for the warmest cuddles ever. You put on a random Marvel movie and began your convenience store food mukbang.

Somewhere near the middle of the movie, both of you had finished your snacks and were simply cuddling on the couch. You were snuggled up against his side and Yunho had his arm draped over your shoulders. Maybe in an effort to get comfier or an effort to get closer to him, you draped your legs over his lap. Yunho noticed and wasn’t able to concentrate on the movie for the next few minutes while he tried his hardest to keep the blush from creeping up his cheeks. Eventually, he managed to calm his breathing and bring you in even closer to his side.

A few moments later you felt the brush of Yunho’s adept fingers on your chest. Specifically, they were brushing against the sensitive area near your nipple. You could feel his touch even through the sweatshirt and your bralette. His touch made you take a gulp of air as it was now your turn to try and keep your breathing even. His fingers did not let up in their touch, however. Yunho going as far as pinching your hardening nipple between his index and middle finger. You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a moan but you could not control the way your body was starting to shift in your seat. You placed your hand on his thigh to try and brace yourself but it only motivated Yunho even more.

His free hand moved to your face and lifted it up so you were both making eye contact. While he held you like this Yunho’s fingers delivered another pinch to your nipple. He watched as your mouth opened slightly to let out a moan. His hand then cupped the side of your face and held it in place while he kissed you. It was so soft, so tender, so right. You kept your hand on his thigh while the other came up to his face and reciprocated the touch. The kiss deepened and the two of you forgot what you were doing with your hands - choosing instead to lose yourselves in the kiss.

Yunho then moved his hand that was on your tit up to the other side of your face so he was effectively cupping both of your cheeks while kissing you. And instead of mirroring his touches, you pull yourself onto his lap and straddle your legs on either side of him. This caused Yunho to pull away from the kiss and take a big gulp of air as he tried to get used to this new position. His hands were still holding your cheeks as his eyes searched your face for.. Something.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was so small in this moment. His big, sparkly eyes looked into yours for what felt like an eternity and truth be told, you were a little lost in his eyes. His face was so soft and full and pure, you wondered how you got so lucky. Should probably send that friend a fruit basket.

“Yes, Yunho. I want you to fuck me.” The boldness of your words caused not only a bright red flush to color Yunho’s cheek but it also elicited a sound that could only be described as a guttural moan of satisfaction. His hips moved into yours and you could feel his hardening dick underneath you. He brought you in for another kiss, and if possible, this kiss was deeper and more passionate than the previous one. His hand slid into your still damp hair and settled on the back of your head, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging at the root ever so slightly. You moaned into his mouth as his hips rocked into yours once more.

You placed your hands on his chest to hold yourself steady as you feel Yunho get to work. His free hand gripped you by the waist and held you in place as he continued to push his hips up into yours. With each roll of his hips, the excitement in-between your legs grew. You wanted to feel what his dick was like, wanted to see it with your own eyes. Your hands traveled the length of his torso and dipped underneath the pink sleeping shirt. Yunho pulled away from the kiss and watched as your hands freed his cock from the sweatpants.

You were pleasantly surprised. Yunho’s dick was definitely the prettiest you had ever dealt with; it was long and quite girthy with an already leaking tip. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. You wrapped your hands around the base of his dick and began pumping. Yunho threw his head back in ecstasy, soft sighs escaping his lips with every movement of your hands. You were getting into quite a rhythm with the handjob when you felt Yunho’s hands over yours.

“Like this, baby.” His words were dripping with lust. He wrapped his large hands around your smaller ones and adjusted your grip and slowed down your pace. Yunho kept his hand on yours until you were able to jerk his dick off just like he liked it. The result was heavenly. Yunho’s breathing became deeper and more erratic, grunts and moans replacing some of his shallower breaths. The way he reacted to your touch was setting your core on fire.

As you pumped his dick, Yunho cupped the sides of your face and brought you in for another delectably passionate kiss. His moans were turning into whimpers and you could tell that he was close. He pulled away from the kiss and with strain in his voice he whispered, “Show me how you like it.”

Yunho dropped his hands from your face and slipped two fingers underneath the hem of your leggings. He was surprised to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear and he was doubly surprised to find how wet you were already. His index and middle finger pressed into your clit and started rubbing small circles.

The first initial contact of his fingers on your clit caused you to stop pumping his dick altogether and focus instead on the way he was touching you. Your eyes closed as the first wave of euphoria washed over your body. Soon thereafter, your body was able to get used to his touch. That’s when you slid your own hand under the hem of your leggings and over Yunho’s fingers on your pussy. You adjusted the pressure and the pace and guided him until he was able to do it on his own. Considering how quick of a learner he was, it took no time at all for Yunho to pick up your preferred rhythm, and pretty soon he was pleasing you better than you've ever been able to please yourself.

The pleasure was immediate and intense. The only thing you could do was go back to jerking his dick. You recreated the grip and pace that he initially showed you and got to work. The both of you found yourselves watching the other - your eyes intensely watching Yunho’s large hand please your throbbing pussy and Yunho watching your small hand pump his big cock.

“Fuuck..” you breathed out.

“..That’s so hot,” Yunho completed your thought.

It was so satisfying when you both leaned in for a kiss at the same time. With the feeling of your hands pleasing the other and the intensity of your kiss, the both of you felt the rush of an orgasm creep on you quicker than either of you anticipated. But neither of you were ready to cum just yet.

You pulled away first from the kiss this time, “Let’s go the room.” You weren’t quite sure if the sentence made sense but your brain was clouded with thoughts of Yunho’s pretty dick and what it would feel like inside of you. Yunho nodded and let you dismount before standing to join you. He didn’t even tuck his dick back into the sweatpants as the both of you made your way into your bedroom.

It was decorated similarly to the living room with the only exception being all the Squishmallows on your bed. You were feeling pretty embarrassed until Yunho picked up a yellow puppy plushie and said, “Aw, I have the same one.” He looked so at home holding your plushie, you momentarily forgot about his rock hard cock sticking out of his sweatpants. The two of you cleared the plushies off your bed before turning your attention back to each other.

Yunho closed the distance first, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you in close. He eagerly pressed his lips into yours and you returned the kiss with a reciprocating passion. The two of you were lost in the heat of the kiss for a long time before Yunho started tugging at your clothing with hungry hands. In a matter of moments you were completely naked before him and were about to start feeling small when he quickly stripped himself of his own clothing. Yunho swifty embraced you once more in another kiss as his hands explored your body for the first time.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and brought him in closer. You could feel his completely hardened dick press into your body and you wanted more. Your hands moved to his dick and were just about to start jerking him off again when you felt Yunho’s hands tighten their grip on your waist just seconds before you were thrown onto the bed.

You land on your back with a squeal of delight and Yunho is quick to jump on top of you, his broad frame easily enveloping your smaller one. He moves his hands under you and adjusts your position on the bed so your head is on the pillows and he is on all fours right above you. Those sparkly brown eyes of his watch your face for any sign of injury or discomfort. The worry in his eyes makes your heart pitter patter and all you could do is grab him by the neck and pull him in for a kiss.

While the two of you kiss, the excitement starts building between your legs and it is your turn to touch him with hungry hands. You run the tips of your nails along his arms and down his back, lightly grazing and scratching at his back. He moans into the kiss and pushes his hips into yours. You could feel his cock slide along the length of your pussy and the feeling alone is enough to dig your nails into his back. Yunho breaks the kiss so he can throw his head back and moan in pure pleasure. You take this opportunity to lavish his neck and shoulders with sweet soft kisses.

Yunho continues the slow, deliberate rock of his hips - encouraging his dick to slide between your pussy lips and encouraging more moans from the both of you. The both of you watch as his dick slides up and down your pussy, his precum making a mess on your lower tummy. You bite your bottom lip and try to match the pace of his hips with your own. You start rocking your own hips in time to his, but it’s not enough. You want to feel his cock inside of you.

You release the hold you had on Yunho’s back so you can slip one hand in-between the both of you and grab his dick. The sudden pleasure makes Yunho release a quiet string of curse words. With this particular sort of encouragement, you take the tip of his dick and press it into your clit, massaging the sensitive area with the head of his cock. The feeling is otherworldly and it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there.

“Let me fuck you, baby.” Yunho’s words were warm in your ear. You tore your gaze away from his pretty dick on your pussy to watch his face as you slid his cock right over to your entrance. He steadied himself then began the slow push of his dick into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered closed at the initial sensation of being stretched out. Yunho buried his face in your neck while he carefully pumped his girthy cock into your pussy.

He managed to make his way fully inside you and the both of you had to pause and breathe in deep as you tried to get used to the new feeling. You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled out for the first time. He pushed in once more and slowly, Yunho started getting into a rhythm - similar to the rhythm you showed him while touching each other. You loved the way he was learning your body.

Yunho adjusted his position so he was kneeling on the bed and your legs were over his shoulders. This allowed him to go even deeper than before, the tip of his cock hitting places you didn't even know you had. Yunho’s large hands held your legs in place by gripping at your thighs. His pace quickened and deepened. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold out.

Just as you were starting to see stars and about to cum, Yunho released the grip of one of your thighs so his fingers could play with your clit. His fingers moved in sync with the pumping of his cock - the pleasure was so overwhelming. Not only was he hitting your g-spot with his thick dick but his fingers were rubbing and playing with your clit like never before. You threw your head back onto your pillows, screams of ecstasy tearing through you.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were announcing that you were near the edge. The both of you gripping onto each other as the wave of orgasms washed over both of your bodies. Yunho pulled out moments before making a mess on the inside of your thigh. He collapsed beside you shortly thereafter. You’re not sure how long the both of you laid there trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you were the first to gather yourself and make your way into the bathroom.

Yunho heard the water running seconds before you popped your head out of the bathroom to ask him, “Care to join me?”

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atiny-moon · 9 months

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Kim H.J.

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: possibly the most self-indulgent smut ever

Pairing: dom!hongjoong x sub!fem!reader

Tags: dom/sub dynamics, hongjoong is a little mean, spanking, light biting, light choking, nipple play, there is one pussy slap, fingering, oral (f receiving), lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 4.4K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Walking with Hongjoong was never boring. Both men and women and everything in-between broke their necks to watch him as he walked by. It made you feel a swirling mixture of emotions - on the one hand, you loved that everyone wanted him, but on the other, people always looked at you as if you didn’t belong with him. Like there was something wrong with you for even daring to stand by his side. The thing is, Hongjoong chose you.

The both of you met using one of those services that help the uber-wealthy find their significant others, except this service had a bit of an alternative flair. Really, the service was used to pair doms with subs but only of a very particular and very high tax-bracket. The doms were presented with a list of subs that met their criteria and the dom had the final say on which sub they were interested in. Erego, Hongjoong chose you. Out of a plethora of other subs he chose you.

That’s why it was so strange to walk beside him and have people shun you for simply being in his presence. You both belonged in the same tax bracket, dammit! And! If you were some sort of hideous creature from the black lagoon, you highly doubted Kim Hongjoong would choose to enter into this agreement with you.

Feeling a little insecure and a little lost in your thoughts, you reached your hand out to hold his hand but stopped yourself just before making contact. Hongjoong had very few rules and his number one rule was No Touching. This broke your heart because physical affection was your favorite form of affection. Not feeling his skin on yours was a special kind of torture, especially when you were feeling so small.

So, you returned your hand to your side and rubbed the palm on the side of your trousers, hoping the friction would alleviate your momentary touch starvation.

Hongjoong noted your subtle movements and let the smallest of smirks crawl up the corner of his lips. He liked that you listened.. He liked that you didn’t push his boundaries. He liked the way you looked and carried yourself. But, most of all, he liked how good you were.

That’s why, a moment later he was placing the softest of touches to the side of your waist. The sudden feeling caused your heart to skip a beat. You swallowed a big gulp of air and tried to act as if nothing was happening. But deep down all you wanted was for him to keep his hand on your body, anywhere on your body, as long as he was the one doing it.

“We’re here,” he breathed into your ear.

The whisper was warm on the shell of your ear and paired with his fingertips on your waist, you could have let him take you right then and there. But instead, you steeled yourself and took a look at where ‘here’ was.

Hongjoong had the door open to a very chic looking clothing boutique. As you stepped through the threshold, Hongjoong immediately dropped his hand from your body. You couldn’t control the small pout that formed on your lips in response. Luckily, he was too busy with the attendant behind the counter to notice. You heard a snippet of a conversation, something along the lines of, “Carlos, get the dressing room ready.” But, by this point you were already inside the store, completely distracted by all the pretty things.

The store itself had high-ceilings with long drippy light fixtures to accentuate the height. White marble ran through the entire length of the store, and even up the farthest wall, blurring the line between floor and ceiling. The wall on the right was lined with racks of clothing while the wall on the left held a display for handbags and shoes. In the center of the store were several free-standing jewelry display cases.

You were currently peering into one of the jewelry cases when a small gold pendant caught your eye - the brand was unfamiliar but you swear you could make out K.H.J in the design. Hm, that was interesting. You examined the surroundings a bit more and found that same brand on several of the handbags, shoes, and even some of the clothing. You picked up one of the bags from the display and read the label - Kim H.J. Wait, did that mean? Is this his store?! But wasn’t he a part of Ateez?!

“Do you like it?”

You whipped around with the purse in your hand to face Hongjoong and were about to barrage him with a series of questions but instead your mouth was left agape. He dropped off his coat somewhere and was just left in a slim fitting black long sleeve button down and slim fitting black slacks. The sleeves of his button down were rolled up to his forearm, exposing the expensive watch on his wrist - the one you got him for your 100th day together. His brown hair was pushed back away from his face exposing his perfectly intense features.

Suddenly your mouth was dry. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t form any words. You blinked back your initial dumbfoundedness and tried to string together a sentence. How could someone look so incredibly handsome wearing such a simple outfit?

“I asked you a question,” his voice stern. The sudden change in attitude brought you back down to earth and you were quick to nod your head. To save yourself from any further mental reboots, you tore your gaze away from his and focused on the bag at hand.

“It’s beautiful..” You managed to mutter. And you really meant it! The handle was a beautiful gold color and the bag itself felt rich and luxurious.

“Good. It’s yours.” Hongjoong stated flatly.

You looked at him again with wonder and confusion but he was turned away, facing toward the same attendant as before. “Carlos, get her one in every color.”

While you were both in the same tax bracket, a bag in every color seemed a bit ridiculous, even for your standards. Your hands were already in the process of putting the bag back while your mouth stumbled over which words to use, “What? I.. I can’t.. That’s tha-”

Hongjoong closed the distance between you while you were still hemming and hawing about whether you were worthy enough to deserve a handbag in every color. He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up and forcing you to look at him. “It’s my store,” his voice low enough that only you two could hear, “and you’re my girl.”

The last sentence made you swoon and if he weren’t holding you in place you were sure to have fallen to your knees. His eyes lingered on yours for what felt like an eternity before he let your chin go. Your face burned where his fingers just were - oh, how you wanted him to keep touching you.

“Come, I have something to show you,” He removed the handbag from your hand and placed it back on the display.

Again, your hand reached out to hold his but he was already turning from you and heading to a pair of double doors near the register. You followed closely behind, holding your breath for whatever was to follow.

To your relief, there wasn’t some big bad monster behind the double doors, just a fitting room. The same white marble from the store was carried into the dressing room with pretty black and gold accents highlighting key features. To the right was a series of low cabinetry (presumably with general household items inside) while to the left and to the back of the room were racks of clothing.

Your eyes immediately darted from this to that while trying to take it all in. Everything was so carefully decorated and curated you wondered how he had time to run a clothing store while being an idol. Your fine manicured nails tapped along the black cabinetry as you made your way around the room. You found yourself standing in front of a free-standing rack of clothing filled with an assortment of elegant garments.

“I want you to try those on,” Hongjoong said.

You turned to face him only to find him seated right in front of the wall of mirrors in a low black chair. His arms relaxed onto the sides of the seat as he made himself comfortable. Those ever-piercing brown eyes intently watching your every move.

The intensity from his gaze made your face flush. He was only sitting there, how could he have such a strong grip on your very core? You swallowed a big gulp of air and nodded.

“Use your words… you have such a pretty voice.” The way he intonated his words made you want to crawl right in-between his legs and lavish him with all of your attention. But instead you mustered up the courage to turn and face him directly and nod. “Yes, sir.”

He cocked a brow at your response while running his tongue along his bottom lip. The visual sent an even deeper blush to crawl up your cheeks and even reach your ears. Not wanting to keep him waiting, your fingers began to make quick work of removing your clothing. You were in the process of unbuttoning your blouse when you heard Hongjoong chuckle dryly.

“You’re wearing the set I gave you.. Good.”

Suddenly your fingers felt like lead. How could he tell you were wearing the black mesh lingerie set he gifted you? You were only on your third button! Did he just expect you to have it on? Was he hoping you were wearing it? Or did he just have super vision and could actually see through clothes? You licked your lips while trying to gather your thoughts and continued undoing your blouse. As you bent down to pull off your trousers, Hongjoong sighed something deep and heavy.

“You look so good like that, sweetness.”

The pet name caught you off guard and it took everything in you not to pounce on him. He was so devilishly good with his words that you almost forgot about the No Touching rule. You cleared your throat and faced him before bringing yourself to your full height. You watched as his dark eyes took their time traveling the length of your body, admiring every curve before finally coming up to look you in the eye.

“Which one do I try on first, sir?” Your voice barely above a whisper. But you were determined not to let him down. He liked your voice, right? So you were going to let him hear it.

Hongjoong’s finger traced along his bottom lip, aware of the effect it had on you. He liked tormenting you, making you beg for even the slightest crumb of affection. The thing is, you were just so darned good he could never bring himself to hold out for too long. He crossed one leg over the other before saying, “The blue one.”

He continued to watch you with that intense gaze of his as you turned back to the rack of clothes to find ‘the blue one.’ With your back to him you could still feel the weight of his eyes on your body. The slow and careful trail they blazed along your backside caused an eruption of goosebumps to wash over your body. You busied yourself with finding the garment and were rewarded with a pale blue silky number. Removing it from the rack, you could see it was a floor-length silk dress with delicately thin spaghetti straps.

You undid the invisible zipper and stepped into the dress. You pulled the straps over your shoulders and were just about to pull up the zipper when you realized you couldn’t quite reach. “Can you please zip me up, sir?”

You heard the slow shuffle of heeled loafers on marble moments before the warmth of Hongjoong’s fingers found your back. Every time he touched you it was like a shock of electricity. His touches were so far and few between you couldn’t get used to the way his hands felt on your body. You held your breath as he closed the zipper, running his finger nails along the length of your spine excruciatingly slow. Without a word, he grabbed you by the hips and spun you around so you were facing the mirror and he was standing behind you.

Truth be told, you were never really fond of looking at yourself in mirrors - it always felt like someone else. But with Hongjoong behind you and his hands on your body, you were able to take in the full vision. Your head tilted to the side as you appreciated your form in this dress. The silk hung on your body as if it were made for you.

“I sent the factory a photo of your eyes and had them color match the silk,” Hongjoong breathed into your neck, the warmth of his words causing your knees to buckle slightly. Wait, so this dress was actually made for you?! The understanding of his words dawned on you and you were about to protest when you felt the familiar nip of his teeth on your shoulder. You moaned immediately in response and could feel Hongjoong’s grin spread on his lips. You wanted to reach your hands behind you and touch him but you restrained yourself, only tilting your head further to allow him more access.

You looked at the mirror and caught his gaze in it. He was standing behind you with his hands firmly on your hips, his lips pressing against your shoulder, and those deep dark eyes of his intently staring back at you. You watched as he sprinkled butterfly kisses on your right shoulder before moving to your left shoulder. The feeling of his lips on your skin paired with his grip on your hips had you absolutely frozen in place. He nipped at your shoulder again which elicited another moan to fall from your lips, his eyes never tearing away from yours.

The intensity of the moment was too much - you wanted so badly to turn and face him, to devour him with kisses but instead you broke eye contact first and closed your eyes. Focusing on regulating your breathing. Hongjoong respected this small respite and after a moment he began to unzip your dress. The pout was immediate and uncontrolled - did you do something to upset him? Should you not have broken eye contact?

You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize that Hongjoong had also slipped the dress off you and had resumed his position behind you, with his hands on your hips. It wasn’t until the first slap on your bare ass did you come back to him.

“Stay here with me,” he whispered. One hand was holding you in place while the other was softly rubbing the freshly spanked ass cheek. The stinging sensation was slow to form but when it did, it felt like it took over your entire body. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch.” His voice was low and stern but it made you go absolutely feral. You brought your gaze back to the mirror. The hand that was rubbing soft circles on your ass cheek lifted momentarily before delivering another slap. The pain was so sharp it tore a moan from your lips. You threw your head back in pure ecstasy but tried your best to keep watching Hongjoong in the mirror. The intensity that was normally in his eyes deepened and it was then that a familiar smile spread on his lips.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Pretty.” Every word was accentuated with a slap to your bare ass. And every time he delivered a smack, you reciprocated with a moan. The excitement between your legs was quickly growing. He was so good at making you feel good.

He pulled your body flush to his, so there was nothing separating you but the thin fabric of his fancy attire and your skimpy lingerie. One hand firmly on your hips, holding you in place while the other was slow to come up and wrap around the base of your neck. Again, you wanted to reach for him, to touch him in any way but you restrained yourself. Hongjoong was so incredibly deliberate with his kisses - small, soft, barely there touches along the sensitive skin of your neck all the way up to your ear. It was a divine contradiction to the stinging hand print on your ass.

His fingers tightened their grip on your neck and you could feel his dick starting to harden as it pressed against your back. Daringly, you pressed your body further into his, hoping to accelerate the process. But instead, Hongjoong stopped his kisses to lock eyes with you once more in the mirror. The sternness in his gaze made your breath catch in your throat and you were quick to move away from his body. Pleased with your reaction, Hongjoong continued to his slow and deliberate torture of barely touching your skin with his lips. He was going to take his time and you were going to enjoy it.

Releasing both the hold on your hip and the hold on your neck, Hongjoong let his hands draw light, feathery touches on the exposed skin of your arms, your belly, even the tops of your thighs.. His fingers grazed dangerously close to the hem of your black mesh thong and you could feel the excitement between your legs deepen at all of the soft touches. His hands found their way to your bra and undid the clasp. The sudden cold air on your tits made your nipples harden immediately. Hongjoong reveled in the sight of your exposed breasts and couldn’t resist the temptation to slap them and pinch at your nipples.

You let out another series of ungodly moans while writhing in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Hongjoong continued to pinch and play with your nipples until you could barely form coherent thoughts. You wanted him to stop but you didn’t at the same time. The combination of pain and pleasure was bringing you to an edge you didn’t even know you had. And just as it was getting too overwhelming, Hongjoong stopped. You struggled to manage your breathing while he moved to stand in front of you. You blinked up at him, still whirling from the near over-stimulation.

“Say the word and I’ll stop, sweetness.” His finger tilting your chin up to look at him. Genuine concern and worry were starting to creep into his eyes.

It took you a moment before you could nod and respond, “Yes sir.”

“Good fucking girl.”

The grin that spread across his lips was pure sex. His hand quickly wrapped around the base of your throat once more and forcefully brought you into a kiss. Finally. You eagerly pressed your lips against his and returned the kiss. The grip on your neck loosened and that same hand began to explore your body with its feather light touches yet again.

The kiss was a deep, passionate thing that set your entire core on fire. Just his lips had this effect on you and it made you crazy for the rest of him. His hand worked its way quicker down your body this time, only stopping to give your tits a light squeeze before making its way to the hem of your thong. You wanted to focus on his touches but kissing Hoongjoong was such a delight that you couldn’t bear to tear yourself away from it. That is, until his hand slipped underneath the fabric of your panties and his fingers pressed into your clit. The resulting touch sent a shock of electricity through your body causing you to moan into the kiss.

“I love how wet you get for me.” Hoongjoong smiled. You didn’t care what he had to say, you just wanted his lips on yours again. But when you leaned in for another kiss, he smacked your clit. You yelped in response and he only shook his head. “You’re doing so good, don’t fuck it up.”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

Fuck. It was hard for Hongjoong not to immediately cave in and give you what you wanted when you pouted at him like that. His gaze softened just a touch as his fingers started rubbing small circles on your clit. You dared not break eye contact with him but you did allow a shaky breath to pass through your lips. Hongjoong rewarded you by pressing a little bit harder into your clit, giving you the friction that you so dearly desired. Your bodies were so close together, you could feel his completely hardened dick press on the inside of your thigh, right next to where his fingers were pleasing you.

As the pace of his fingers increased, your breathing became irregular and shallow. You were about to ask for permission to cum when all of a sudden, Honjoong pulled away completely. He moved a foot back from you and you dared not to breach that distance. Instead you stood there, knees wobbling and breathing haggard staring up at him with wide doe eyes. You looked absolutely ravished and you hadn’t even started yet. While the both of you tried to calm your breathing, Hongjoong demanded you take off your panties.

You pulled off the black mesh thong and used that time to finally calm your breathing, the arousal in between your thighs subsiding momentarily. But from the corner of your eye you saw Hongjoong with his hand over his bulge, his palm rubbing the full length of his hardened dick through his pants. The sight alone was enough to make your heart race.

He stood there admiring your naked form for what felt like an eternity. Then, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his face eye level with your tormented pussy. He looked up at you and you swore this is what heaven must look like.

“Tell me what you want, sweetness.”

You could feel his breath on your sensitive clit and that alone was enough to send a shiver through your body. You tried to speak but nothing came out at first so you cleared your throat and tried again. This time it was far more hoarse and ragged than you meant it to be but how could you focus when Hongjoong was on his knees in front of you, staring up at you as if you were his north star.

“I want you to eat my pussy, sir.” Even as you heard yourself say the words, you couldn’t believe you were able to actually say them.

Hongjoong responded with that devilish grin once more and maintained eye contact with you as he flicked his tongue across your clit. Your pussy was earth-shatteringly sensitive at this point and that initial contact sent another shock of electricity through your body. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, hold his head in place and not let him leave until he made you cum a thousand times over but you held back. You watched as his tongue expertly massaged your sensitive folds, moan after moan falling from your lips. He loved hearing you respond to his touches.

His hands gripped at your hips and held you in place as his tongue continued its exploration of your clit. He buried his face into your core, lapping up your juices as if it were nectar from the gods. Using his fingers, Hongjoong started to play with your entrance, teasing the delicate spot for a moment before slowly inserting his index finger. He began to pump his finger in and out ever so slowly, allowing you to get used to the feeling before inserting a second finger. All the while his tongue continued to devour your soaking wet pussy.

At this point you couldn’t hold back, you looked down at him and begged, “Please, sir, can I touch you?” Your breath was something between a whisper and a moan but all Hongjoong did was smile, the crinkles around his eyes forming slightly. Taking this as a yes, you finally let your hands fall into the mess of his brown hair. You rake your hands through his hair before taking a handful and grabbing it, effectively holding him in place. You could feel Hongjoong moan in response as the echoes of his moan reverberated against your throbbing pussy.

With the feel of his fingers pumping inside you, expertly hitting that g-spot and his tongue swirling around on your clit you could feel the orgasm building between your thighs. You didn’t want this moment to end but you also wanted the sweet release. You tried to hold out as long as you could but it was to no avail. Hongjoong watched as your face contorted into his favorite expression which only prompted him to pump his fingers faster.

Your breathing was shallow and irregular and you could feel the familiar warmth of an orgasm creeping up inside you. You wanted so badly to prolong this moment but Hongjoong was just too damned good.

“Can I please.. Sir.. Can I cum?” It was hard for you to speak but it was even harder for you to hold back your orgasm. Hongjoong pulled his face away from your pussy, his lips and chin covered in your juices.

“Yes.” It was barely a whisper but it was enough for you to release the high that you had been building. The orgasm ripped through your body in several waves, causing your knees to buckle and the grip in Hongjoong’s hair tightened. He eagerly watched as you rode the high, eventually slowing down the pace of his fingers to allow you to come back down gradually. When you did, you locked eyes with him and released the hold you had on his hair.

Hongjoong rose to his feet and embraced you in a deep hug, his lips pressing against yours with the same intensity as before. And while you wanted to return the favor, all you could do was barely wrap your arms around him as you tried to gather yourself. You could taste yourself on his lips and that made your throbbing pussy twitch at the possibility of another round. Hongjoong pulled himself away with a content smile on his lips.

“You’re so fucking good, sweetness.”

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Let’s Party

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: excuse me, you have some plot in your smut

Tags: wooyoung x fem!reader, dry humping, choking, public sex? (but not really), lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 3.5k

This is my first fic, positive feedback is greatly appreciated ^-^

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

It was a friend of a friend’s party and while you were more comfortable sitting at home, binging K-Dramas, it was fun to get dressed up and get out of the house. It was fun to have the girls over and go through your closet, them complaining about the absolute LACK of clothes and making a fuss over your ability to pull off absolutely anything. Your group of friends had been together for as long as you could remember and it was always a good time when the five of you were together. Three of the girls were rifling through your closet while the fourth was in the kitchen preparing drinks for everyone. A bit of a pre-game, if you will.

Everyone agreed that this was the best outfit they could come up with given the choices they had - you found yourself in a skimpy little black mini skirt and a matching black silk cami. One of your girlfriends lent you a pair of strappy heels, the kind that tie all the way up your calf while another girlfriend did your makeup and hair. All in all, the five of you looked dressed to kill.

The girl group arrived at the party while it was already in full swing with nothing but smiles and alcohol racing through your veins. The party was in a huge, luxury mansion - the likes of which you had never seen. People were pouring in through the front door, the side entrance and there were even some people spilling into the backyard. In honesty, you hadn’t seen a party like this since college.

The five of you walked into the house party with linked arms. One of your friends led the group through the house, introducing you to this person and that person while the rest of you put on your best faces and tried your hardest not to seem out of place. Because, the more you looked around, the more you realized that these party goers were wearing very expensive outfits. Was that a Fendi bag just hanging out in the middle of the coffee table? Wait.. were those a pair of Louboutins walking by?! You swallowed a big gulp of air and tried to keep your head together, though the effects of the pre-game drinks were already affecting your system.

Eventually, the five of you end up in one of the many living spaces. Each of you took a seat on the luxurious black sectional.

“Holy shit, Chels.. Where the hell are we?!”

“I know right, isn’t this place crazy?” replied Chelsea, the friend of a friend that managed to get you five invited into this party. “Brandon is a real estate agent and this is one of his houses!” Chelsea continued, as if that simple sentence provided enough explanation.

The four of you looked at each other then back at Chelsea. But before you could ask any follow up questions, a dashing black man with a shiny bald head walked into the living room with arms wide open.

“Chelsea!” He bellowed, his English accent hanging thick on your friend’s name. Chelsea immediately stood and leapt into his arms, wrapping her thin tanned arms around his neck.

“Brandon! I’m so happy to see you!” Brandon smiled and returned the hug with one hand, his other held a martini glass that was already half-empty.

“These are my friends,” Chelsea continued, partially removing herself from Brandon to do a general sweep to the four of you on the couch.

“They are indeed gorgeous, love!” All five girls giggle at the sudden compliments causing Brandon to widen his already beautiful smile. “Now..” Brandon’s attention fully on Chelsea, his large hand ever present on the small of her back, “You’ve showed them around, yes?” Chelsea nodded, to which Brandon pulled her in close and leaned down to whisper something into her ear. The four of you couldn’t hear what was being said but Chelsea was quick to giggle and slap Brandon’s arm flirtatiously. And without another word, the two were off.

The four of you watched as Chelsea and Brandon disappeared to an unexplored part of the mansion while the rest of you just sat there in silent confusion.

“Wait.. what the fuck?” Nayda was the first to remark. “Did she.. Did she just leave us?!” Nayda’s voice raised an octave as the rest of you were just left with your mouths slightly open.

“I guess so..” Retorted Michelle.

“Okay.. well.. What do we do now?” Asked Rebecca. You were about to suggest getting another round of drinks when a parade of eight incredibly attractive men walked into the living room. The four of you couldn’t help but watch as each one passed by. It was something out of a fever dream. And maybe it was the alcohol in your system but you could not suppress a catcall whistle as the eight of them walked by. Most of them bowed their heads in embarrassment while another one with long black bangs obscuring his vision met your eyes and raised his eyebrows. His mouth formed a little surprised ‘o’ while he pointed at himself. You responded by nodding your head and winking. The boldness of your actions affected him and you could see his cheeks taking on a rosy hue.

Your girlfriends waited until the men exited the living room and into another part of the house before they all turned to you and started ganging up on you.

“Girl! What is your problem?! This isn’t a construction site!” Exclaimed Nayda

“You don’t even know those men!” said Michelle in a barely audible angry whisper.

“Thank god you said something because I was about to!” Cackled Rebecca.

You couldn’t help but double over in laughter before trying your best to calm them down, “I just thought they were hot!”

“Yeah, but now they’re not gonna wanna talk to us! They probably think we can’t even keep it in our pants!” whined Michelle.

You scoff and wave off your friend’s concern. “Who cares?” you continue, “Let’s go get some more drinks.”

You’re the first to peel yourself off the couch and adjust your daringly short mini skirt before the rest of your girlfriends join you. You’re still adjusting your skirt when you feel the heaviness of someone’s eyes on you and when you look, the man with the bangs was staring at you. He was outside in the expansive garden, staring at you through the large window panes, the little shocked expression still on his face. Feeling brazen, you bite your lip and make a show of adjusting your attire, even pulling up your mini skirt just a hair more. From here, you could swear you saw him lick his lips.

Satisfied with the attention, you turn back to your girlfriends and begin leading them through the house. The four of you easily fall into the comfort of chit chat while slowly making your way through the house. Eventually you find the.. Bar? Most house parties you were familiar with had the drinks located in the kitchen. But apparently this mansion came equipped with its own bar and several bartenders.

The four of you line up and offer the bartenders your sweetest smiles; immediately, four pretty looking drinks are lined up on the bar waiting for your consumption. Before you could make your exit, there was a sudden voice to your left, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was a jolt of reality, but you were slow to acknowledge the individual to your left. You started with the hand on the bar, it was so incredibly thick.. But you continue to trail your vision up his arm and to his face. There must have been less than a foot of space between you two and with this proximity you could examine every inch of his profile.. The way his black bangs obscured his vision but left his chiseled jaw on display. The veins in his neck throbbing with every word he spoke. You hurriedly took a sip of your drink before gathering yourself.

“Sorry, doll.. I don’t think you could handle this.” You whisper, glossy lips still resting on the rim of your glass. He was a lot taller than you were expecting, considering you were wearing four inch heels and still only eye-level with his jaw.. His perfect jaw. Your eyes were on his neck as he turned to face you, his own eyes heavily obscured by both bang and lid. It was a struggle to lift your eyes and meet his gaze but when you did, you held it as if your entire life depended on it.

“I can handle a lot of things..” he replied. His hand on the bar moved to your forearm and without waiting for confirmation, his thumb started to rub small circles on your skin. The touch sent a shiver through your body.

You cocked your head to the side while lowering your glass. Daringly, you returned the touch by simply booping his nose, “Mm. Aren’t you a big boy?” Coy smile spreading to the corners of your glossed lips.

He actually scoffed at your response, giving you just enough time to slither out of his hold. You walked away to find your girlfriends with an extra sway to your hips. You thought about looking over your shoulder but decided against it. This game was fun and you did not want him to know you were enjoying it.

You found your girlfriends in yet another living room, this one with a fireplace and an even more luxurious sofa. You sat on the arm of the sofa while Nayda and Rebecca sat in the center and Michelle on the other arm. The three of them looked up with expectant eyes but before you could relish them with the details, four of the eight insanely attractive men from earlier joined you in this new living room.

All of them were immaculately dressed: there was one with bright blue hair and an insane sense of style with a sinister smile to match, there was another whose face was so angular and his build so broad you thought he was a fighter, the third man had faded bleached hair and eyes so piercing it was difficult to make eye contact with him, and the fourth man was tall and a mixture of elegance, beauty, and a fierce edginess. They were all so breathtaking.

Nayda was the one to speak up this time, the alcohol emboldening her every move. But, to her defense, Nayda was always really good at making people feel welcome - it must have been her winning smile and sweet words. Soon, the conversation began flowing with all eight of you laughing and conversing as if you were the oldest of friends.

Somewhere between starting your drink and finishing it, you felt the warmth of a hand on your lower back. It was a gentle but firm touch, the kind of touch a favorite lover would use. You enjoyed it and thus were a little slow to identify the hand’s owner. When you finally did look up, eyes half-lidded from alcohol and merriment you were surprised to find the same man from before - the one with black bangs.

“Wooyoung!” The man with blue hair exclaimed. “There you are! We were wondering where you went.”

It took a moment for Wooyoung to break his eye contact with you before looking over to his friends. “Sorry, Brandon was showing me the theater.”

“Theater?!” All eight of you reacted at once. This caused Wooyoung to laugh and boy, what a sight it was. The cold expression of his softened and the laugh lines around his mouth deepened. He was still standing right behind you with his hand on your lower back but you were enamored by his face the moment it lit up with laughter.

“Yeahhh, come on. I’ll show you, he’s playing FIFA on the big screen.”

This caused all of his friends to bolt up and exclaim with enthusiasm. Meanwhile, your girlfriends were too busy watching them enjoy themselves to really respond. So you turned to them, “C’mon, let’s go watch the boys play FIFA.”

Wooyoung led the group of eight towards a floating staircase, "It's right upstairs, last room on the left.” He stood to the side and let his friends go first while your friends followed behind, leaving you and Wooyoung at the foot of the stairs. With drink in hand, you placed a hand on the balustrade and began your careful climb up the stairs.

You only managed to go up two steps before you felt a hand on your wrist and in a blink of an eye, your wrist was pinned up above your head, Wooyoung only a few centimeters away from your face. The sudden movement made your breath catch in your throat, and your eyes go wide. It was a surprise, but a welcome surprise. The momentary bewilderment on your face made Wooyoung smile something so smug and coy, it made you want to slap it off his face. So, you did the next best thing.

You took a deep breath and lowered your head ever so slightly so you were peering at him through your lashes. With one hand above your head and another holding your drink, your only option was to slowly slip your leg between his, pressing the top of your thigh to his crotch. His hold on your wrist loosened as he took another gulp of air.

“What are you waiting for, big boy?” The flush was quick to creep on his cheeks and tinge his ears a bright pink. With his grip on your wrist loose, it was easy for you to wriggle it free and drape it behind his neck, fingernails dragging ever so lightly along the sensitive skin of neck.

This caused him to full-on giggle and retreat, his hands rubbing at the place you were just touching, leaving you leaning on the wall with a small smile of bewilderment creeping up your cheeks. “You started it, why so shyyy?” You teased. Wooyoung simply shook his head.

He returned a hand to the small of your back to encourage you up the stairs. Though, as you were going up, you could feel your mini skirt going up ever so slightly and Wooyoung’s hand dipping further down the small of your back until his thick hand was resting on the top of your ass. You took another sip of your drink.

The two of you found the theater and found your friends engaged in a healthy FIFA competition; the blue-haired boy was concentrating on the screen trying his best to beat… Michelle? The sight made both you and Wooyoung laugh wholeheartedly and immediately forget about the interaction on the staircase. The two of you joined your respective friend groups and began cheering them on. But even though there was a room full of people, the only person you could keep your eyes on was Wooyoung.

The theater had three rows with six seats in each row. Your friend groups were hanging out in the front row, all very excitedly cheering on their respective FIFA champion. At one point you caught Wooyoung’s gaze and nodded toward the third row of seats. Again, he was so flustered that someone was flirting so openly and aggressively with him that his face turned another shade of bright pink.

You set your drink down somewhere and made your way up the third row, finding a seat in the middle. Wooyoung quickly followed and sat in the chair next to you. At this point, you were starting to feel a little guilty about the way you were treating him so when he sat down you placed your hand on his thigh and whispered the quickest, “I’m sorry.”

Instead of flustered, Wooyoung was simply confused, “Huh?” He managed to mumble.

“I’m not usually like this..” You squeak out, unable to meet his gaze. For the first time that evening, it was your turn to blush.

Then, you felt the warmth of his hand on the back of yours, causing you to look him in the eyes. And you continued to watch his face as his hand brought yours to the center of his pants, where a small tent was beginning to form. “I like it.. A lot.” His breath was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I’m usually the one being forward but it’s really hot to be wanted.”

The admission made your face flush.

“Why are you so shy? You started it.” The smug smile crept back on his face, deepening the blush in your cheeks. You wanted to quip back, to say something just as smug but all you could do was press your hand onto the burgeoning bulge in his pants. The smile on Wooyoung’s face slipped and he let out a shaky breath. This reaction brought your confidence back up and it was your turn to return the smug smile.

There was a sudden eruption of cheers behind you.

“Way to go Michelle!” cried out Rebecca.

“Let’s fucking GOOOOO!” Nayda roared.

You wanted to join in on the fun behind you but there was so much fun to be had right in front of you. Your grip on Wooyoung’s hardening dick tightened. And as the celebration behind you began to die down to cries of, “another round!” “Best out of 3!” “Move over, Joong, lemme try!” Wooyoung took this opportunity to wrap his large hands around your tiny waist and pull you into his lap. With legs on either side of him, his hands found their way underneath the mini skirt to take full handfuls of your ass.

You let out a shaky breath and try to settle into the new position. His hands were so big and so firm on your ass cheeks. He gave them a hearty squeeze and you could already feel the excitement building between your legs.

You placed both hands on his chest while arching your back, eager to feel his bulge press against the sensitive spot between your legs. That smug smile spread on his lips as he let go of one of your ass cheeks to grab the back of your neck, forcefully pulling your face close to his.

Your foreheads pressed together as his hips began moving against your form. His deep dark eyes watching yours as your bodies started synchronizing. With every roll of your hips, his hips were there to meet and reciprocate the feeling. It was slow, and deep. You could feel the complete length of his dick on your pussy every time you rolled your hips. You wanted more, you wanted to feel him inside of you. The fact that your friends were only a few feet away from you made you more excited - the promise of being watched or even caught made you press down harder on his crotch.

Wooyoung’s breathing was becoming irregular and shallow, grunts replacing some of his deeper breaths. You bit your cheek to quiet a moan. Wooyoung saw this and leaned in to kiss you but you pulled back, mischievous little grin on your pink lips. He scoffed at the action and retaliated by moving his hand from the back of your neck to the front, his fingers gripping at just the right spot.

Stars started to dot the corners of your vision from his grip and this time, you could not suppress the moan that fell from your lips. Luckily, it went unnoticed as the rest of the gang was still caught up in their friendly competition.

The lack of attention was a double-edged sword - you wanted your friends to see you like this, you wanted his friends to see you like this, but all you could focus on was the firm feel of his hard cock on your pussy. You began to dig your nails into his chest as the roar of another celebration erupted behind you.

With the possibility of being caught on the forefront of your mind, you press your hips further into his cock, the friction of his pants and your panties pushing you to the very edge. Wooyoung leaned in close to your ear, breath warm on the sensitive skin and whispered “Cum for me.”

You happily obliged, letting the warmth of the orgasm spread from the inside of your thighs throughout your entire body. The hand on your neck never loosened however, as Wooyoung was still chasing his high. In a final effort to absolutely destroy him, you bit your bottom lip and rolled off his body back onto the seat next to him, just as he finally came.

Without the feel of your pussy on his dick, the orgasm felt empty and ruined. In confusion, anger, and frustration, Wooyoung released your neck and simply sat there with his mouth open. You tried to get your breathing under control as you glanced over at the mess on his pants. You let out a lazy laugh and said, “You should get that cleaned up.”

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