extra-gray - Tumblr blog

extra-gray · 18 days ago

Text

Kinda lowkey teared up a bit at the beginning 🥹☝️

touch you, love you - choi seungcheol

(18+ mdni !!) wc: 1.7k summary: for my svt prompt event, cheol + dry humping saves lives. warnings: very slight somno, subby cheollie, dry humping (durr), body image issues, body worship, nipple play, sleepy cheollie, cumming w clothes on, cheol’s tummy 💕💗💖💞💘💝 an: okiii so i KNOW i shouldn’t turn prompt responses into oneshots.. but i started writing this when cheol posted about his cut.. and i just ran w the idea of smut + appreciating his tummy while we have it 😕 enjoy !!! 1 to 13 masterlist!

you don’t want to be up. your body is still so achy with sleep, but the burn between your legs pulls you further and further from your slumber. with one leg draped over seungcheol’s waist, you squeeze a little closer, sighing at the pressure his hip gives you.

you hum, pushing your hips into him a little further, feeling your cunt pulse at even the slightest movement. you look up at him, and he’s still sound asleep, eyebrows furrowed like they get when he’s frustrated. it sparks your curiosity for a moment, yet the need for him, to have him mend the restless ache in your lower half, runs stronger.

you run a hand over his torso, covered in the thick fabric of a hoodie that you don’t remember him falling asleep with. you pull it up to run a hand over his skin, fingers pressing lightly into the soft skin. you can feel the muscle underneath, hard abs hidden beneath a layer of fat, the healthy kind, proof that he works hard and comes home to be loved and fed well.

just the sight of it makes you even more desperate, dragging yourself the rest of the way over his body, straddling his waist, clothed pussy sitting right above his soft length. you push his hoodie up until it’s bunched up under his chin, hips moving a little more bravely as you lean down to press kisses to his skin.

he’s so.. thick, in every sense of the word. when your tongue glides over his chest, you can feel the weight of all the muscle that lays there, and it twitches when your tongue flicks over his nipple. you grind into him a little harder, whining as your hands slide down to his stomach, scratching at the skin in your dazed state of pleasure.

“baby-“ seungcheol grabs your hip with one hand, the other pulling his hoodie back down. “calm down..” he groans, stretching (yes, even with your weight on top of him).

you pout, leaning forward until you’re face to face. “i’m sorry cheollie, just-” you pause, whining at the feeling of him poking you through layers of clothing, “just want you so bad..”

with his arm over his eyes, he lets one open to look at you, body all tense. after a moment, one where he can feel you pulsating on top of him, and he wants to say no, avoid receiving all your attention, but it just feels so good. he can’t even think about the uncomfy attention you give his body when you’re mewling all cutely in his ear, whining as you grind against him so sweetly.

slowly but surely, he holds you by your shoulder to keep you steady, slipping your hands away from his stomach with the other. “go on..”

you hum, leaning down to kiss him gratefully, before pulling back with a pout. “but i can’t touch you..? why do you have this on?” you ask, referring to the hoodie you know he wasn’t wearing when you fell asleep.

“it’s nothing, i just don’t like how i look right now, okay? don’t worry about it.”

that whole statement has you freezing, completely still. he can’t be serious, can he? his beautiful, perfectly crafted body, the one that put you in this state, is something he doesn’t like? it almost makes you mad. in fact, it does, because you can’t believe someone could ever hate something so beautiful.

you look at him, face blank as you tell him, “don’t you ever say shit like that again.” it’s a statement so demanding, full of order, with zero tolerance for anything else. it’s genuinely offensive that he’d think negatively about himself, and you don’t miss the feeling of him pulsing against you at the direction.

he’s silent, and you’re sure it’s a mix of shame and speechlessness, so you use it as an opportunity to take control. slowly, your hand trails up his body, stopping to caress his cheek when you see his unsure expression, before moving up the rest of the way to reach his crown. you run your fingers through his messy hair, slowly and attentively to express as much of your love as you can.

“okay, cheollie.. y’know what we’re gonna do?” you look at him expectantly and continue when he hums in response, “you’re gonna lay here, and take this off..” the whole time that you’re speaking your hands are all over him, rubbing and massaging his muscles, taking his hoodie off to give better access, “and i’m gonna touch you, love you, until you think of yourself the way i think of you. no arguments.”

you know that inside, he’s shy, and his heart is more than fragile, so you make sure to leave room for him to argue, to tell you to stop, or how he doesn’t want you to be in control, but that never comes. you see his eyebrows furrow, his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, before his chest settles with a sigh.

“okay.” he says, voice breaking as it fights between a whisper and regular volume.

you smile, body relaxing at his acceptance, and lean down to press a kiss to his lips. it’s gentle, loving, a contrast to your firm tone, but it is well needed. the purpose of this may be to show him something, a little forcefully, but the goal is to make him feel loved nonetheless.

“my pretty cheollie,” your hands run over his chest, full of toned muscle, yet still soft and pliable. his hands lay on your hips, his own fighting movement against you. “why wouldn’t you like this body, mm..” you hum, the tip of your nose dragging over his chest as you inhale his scent. he’s so.. him, you can’t describe it any other way. he has an aura that never fails to drag you in, magnetizes you to him, and leaves you craving him, sexually and romantically.

you start moving your hips against him again, watching as his lip gets caught in his teeth. he’s still a little tense, fighting the urge to truly relax due to uncertainty. you just keep doing your thing, leaving wet kisses and marks all over his exposed skin, moaning in satisfaction at the sight of his plush skin, all littered in love bites and teeth marks.

“fuck, baby, i-“ he pauses, a moan slipping out when you get caught on his tip, hips bucking up into you, making you respond with one of your own.

“mm, cheollie baby.. so fucking pretty when you moan like that…” you whimper, pressing your hips against him harder as you lean forward, lips wrapping around his nipple.

“ah-“ his voice catches in his throat, back arching into you. his body burns, flaming hot with self consciousness, fading into something.. different, something that creates an uncomfy wet patch in his boxers, makes him hold your hips steady so he can grind into them.

your tongue swirls around his nipple, flicking back and forth against it as your fingers play with the other. maybe it’s his vulnerability, but he’s never been so reactive before, so vocal, and it genuinely makes your pussy ache, gushing and pulsing at how desperate he looks under you. he’s so sensitive, hips shaking with the force they rut into you at, eyes screwed shut as he moans out into the air, hands squeezing your hips like he’ll die if he lets go.

when he calls your name his voice cracks, shaky breaths escaping his lungs, “please, i wanna, hm- want it inside so bad..” he whines, looking at you with the sweetest pout, eyes watery and brows furrowed.

your lips detach from him with a pop, and you stare down at him as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “no.” you swear he looks like he wants to cry, but you just chuckle, going to pepper kisses all over his frown. “cum like this first, agree with me when i say you’re a pretty boy, and maybe then i’ll let you fuck me.”

“hm- fuck, f- fine..” you can tell he wants to complain, put up a fight, but if you’re anything like him, he knows that would be counterproductive.

you smile coyly, leaning down to give him yet another kiss, this time of approval. “go on then, honey. make us cum.”

he wastes no time in picking up the pace of his hips, the fabric against fabric burning in the best way possible, your legs are burning, spread all the way out around his thick waist. you fucking love it, absolutely obsessed with how big and beefy your boyfriend is. he’s literally moving you, holding your whole weight above him as his clothed cock rubs against you with the feverish desperation of a dog.

it makes your eyes roll back, jaw hanging open as you let your hardness slip, gasps turning more and more desperate. your hands grip at seungcheol’s forearms, leaving cherry red scratch marks on the skin. it blends in perfectly, so pretty against all the other marks on his body. observing your work, you can see his stomach moving with every roll of his hips, and just the sight of his body, thick and beautifully built, brings you right over the edge.

“fuck, seungcheol-“ you let out a long, drawn out moan, body going rigid as your vision turns white. he’s right there with you, strings of white leaking through his boxers as he cums against you with a raspy moan.

you fall limp against him, leaving sweet kisses against his chest as you begin to relax. you roll off of him, falling onto your side, using a finger on his cheek to turn his gaze towards you.

“do you see what i see?” you ask, voice genuinely sweet, not a hint of that condescending, mean tone from before.

he pauses, hesitant, “..i’ll learn to. knowing you love it makes me feel better.” he props himself up on an elbow, leaning over to pull you in for a kiss. he’s too shy to verbalize it, but you can feel his gratefulness in the way his lips move against yours, and you can’t help but smile into it.

when he pulls away your hands reach for your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. “see? it’s that easy, baby. now you can have me.”

thank you so much for reading! please like + reblog to show your love and support ♡ and please give some love to the other prompts from this event !!!! mlist is linked at the top of this page ♡

1 to 13 🏷️ @markkiatocafe @ateez-atiny380

svt 🏷️ @cinnayomiroll @prettymoles @polarisjisung @ikozen @rivercattail @tinkerbell460 @lunaryoongie

1K notes · View notes

extra-gray · 1 month ago

Text

WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, nasty messy sex so—mentions of body fluids (cum), hair pulling, cock riding, really horny reader, hoshi rolling his hips like a slut, it doesnt have an order, it's just a long drabble of how hoshi fucks.

hoshi's hip (sex) game is the topic of the night, and this a post 100% dedicated to it (and how he fucks basically). i swear, there's not a SINGLE fic of mine that doesnt mention hoshi circling his hips or going balls sack deep. DUH. he’s a dancer—body carved by god or whoever tf is up there crafting perfect models for shit like this.

but looks like all of his dancer journey have gone straight into how he fucks. and yeah, you should’ve said something earlier, should’ve prepared your damn soul for the hip game this man is packing. but nah, you were dumb. reckless. thought it’d just be another roll in the sheets.

it was not.

he’s got you laid out like a fucking masterpiece, your legs trembling before he’s even inside. his hands r steady as hell, holding your hips like they’re choreography. “you good?” he asks trying to sound cute, heartly being careful but with that stupidly hot, cocky grin curling his lips, like he already knows the answer. he does.

and when he slides in, it's game over. it’s not just the stretch (which is already enough to have your back arching like you’re tryna touch the ceiling). it’s the way he moves. hoshi doesn’t thrust. he rolls his hips, and i JUST KNOW! that it goes straight to the sweeet spot. he knows will ruin you. you’re done. wiped out.

“you feel that?” smug motherfucker. and yeah, you do. his tip’s got your g'spot on lockdown, like he mapped that shit out beforehand. every roll has his glutes flexing, you didn’t think you’d ever appreciated someone’s ass mid-fuck until hoshi, the power in them driving him deeper, balls-deep and then some. it’s like he’s tryna rewrite your anatomy.

“fuck me—” it’s the only thing you can manage because every other thought in your brain has been evicted.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” he punctuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips. he’s got one hand gripping your thigh, the other tangling in your hair. if it’s long, he’s wrapping it around his wrist, pulling your head back just enough to meet his gaze.

“look at me,” he commands, and his hips don’t. fucking. stooooop, grinding into you like he’s on heat. “c’mon, babe. lemme hear you.”

but all you can manage is this strangled suffocated moan because his pulse is fucking otherworldly. he knows it, too. his smirk deepens, his eyes dark with that predatory gleam of someone who knows he’s completely destroying you.

legs, trembling. breath, nonexistent. moans, choked af, caught in your throat because his tip is right there. massaging your cervix, hitting that spot like it owes him rent. hips circling so smoothly it feels like he’s winding you tighter and tighter, like you’re about to snap.

and when you do—because obviously you do—he doesn’t slow down. no, he leans into it, letting you ride that high while his pace stays maddeningly perfect. every roll, every grind, like he’s got this whole thing down to a science.

hoshi knows exactly what he’s doing. and he loves it. loves the way your body reacts to him, the way your thighs tremble and your back arches, the way your moans break apart like you can’t take it anymore. “told you, didn’t i?” he says, grinning as he watches you unravel. “best fuck in the world.”

you knew you were screwed the moment hoshi smiled at you during that dinner. not the polite kind of smile tho—it was the type that tugged at the corner of his mouth, the one that promised chaos (very hoshi of him). you’d spent the whole night thinking, damn, he’s so sweet, so charming, falling for his jokes and the way his laugh made everything else blur. and then, that same mouth was pressed against your neck not even two hours later, and now you’re realizing that “sweet” is the last fucking word you’d ever use for him.

it’s not even just him, it’s the fact that he drags you down with him. one second, you’re gasping like some innocent disney princess; the next, you’ve got your knees digging into the mattress, heels propped up, grinding down on his cock like you’re trying to carve his name into your pussy.

“ohmygodyouresofuckingbig” you gasp, your voice wild, your hand braced against the headboard so you don’t fucking launch into orbit. his hands resting on your hips, loose as hell, like he’s just chilling, letting you take what you want.

he laughs at the sight, his chest glistening from sweat, abs flexing every time you drop down. his head tips back against the pillow, a hand running through his messy hair as he watches you like you’re putting on the show of a lifetime. “weren’t you just the sweetest little thing at dinner? now you’re grinding on me like you think i’m about to leave.”

your reply isn’t even a word. it’s a throaty, drawn-out moan, one that sounds ripped straight from a porno, because hoshi’s cock feels like it was engineered to ruin you. every time your hips roll down, you feel him, thick and impossibly deep, stretching you making your brain short-circuit. “shit, baby,” he groans when you clench around him, his hands tightening ever so slightly. “you’re so—fuck—tight.”

you’re too far gone to even be embarrassed. filthy sounds of your bodies moving together are louder than any shame you could’ve had, and when his tip drags right against your sweet spot, you lose it.

“fuck, hoshi,” you babble, your voice cracking as you try to form coherent thoughts. “so deep, you’re so—god, you’re—you’re ruining me!”

his laugh rumbles beneath you. “ruining you?” he mocks. “baby, you’re doing all the work. look at you. riding me like you’re afraid my cock’s gonna disappear.”

you barely register his words. but when he takes one hand and tangles it in your hair again, pulling just enough to tilt your head back, you’re done for. absolutely done. “oh my god, oh my fucking god,” you cry out, your thighs burning from the effort, but you don’t stop. can’t stop. he’s too deep, too good, his cock hitting your g-spot with every grind, every roll, and it’s got you unraveling at the seams.

“listen to you,” he keeps talking, even though he's more moaning than saying anything. “such a good girl at dinner, saying please and thank you. now you’re on my cock, moaning like you’re getting paid for it.”

“you—fuck—you’re so—fucking big,” you manage to gasp, your hand sliding down his chest, fingers curling into his slick skin as if that’ll keep you steady. “so deep, hosh, i can’t—i’m gonna—oh my god.”

his hips shifting up just a fraction to meet yours. that tiny movement sends stars shooting across your vision, and agian, he fucking knows it. “yeah?” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. “you gonna cum for me, baby? gonna cream my cock, hm?” his words shouldn’t hit as hard as they do, but your body reacts before your brain can catch up. your thighs tremble, your moans turning into these high-pitched, incoherent whines as you chase that high, grinding down harder, faster.

“that’s it,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to make your screams go silent. “fuck, you’re so good. so fucking good. take it, baby. take everything.”

and when you finally snap, your head tipping back, your moans breaking into sharp, breathless cries, he lets you ride it out. doesn’t rush, doesn’t push, just watches with this half-lidded, satisfied grin as you completely lose your dignity on his cock.

AND.

he loves the mess. thrives in it, even.

it starts when he’s got his fingers buried in you, watching the way your slick coats them with every pump. his other hand’s braced against your thigh, holding you open, keeping you spread so he can watch the way you clench and drip around him.

“listen to that,” grin on his face pure sin as his fingers curl. the wet, obscene sounds of your cum fill the air, and he’s eating it up, moaning slutty like it’s his favorite fucking song. “so messy, baby. you like that, huh? making such a pretty little mess on my hand.” he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, until there’s a wet spot on the sheets beneath you, proof of just how far he went.

“fuck, look at that,” he groans, dragging his coated fingers along your inner thigh, leaving wet trails that make you shudder. when he slides into you, it’s like he’s in a trance. slow just enough to feel the way your walls squeeze around him, wet and hot and perfect. but then he pulls out almost entirely, glancing down to watch the way your cum clings to him, coating every inch of his cock in a slick, glistening sheen.

he does it again. until he’s buried deep, then pulls out just to watch. the slick sound of it drives him insane, makes him groan low in his throat as he watches strings of your sluick stretch between you before dripping down onto the sheets. every thrust is accompanied by the wet, obscene sound of your slick, loud enough to echo in the room, loud enough to make him grin (maybe thats why he likes to roll his hips deep inside you, because makes the sound louder??) “every time i move, i can hear you, baby. you hear that? that’s all you.”

but it’s never enough for him, hoshi’s gotta see it. so he slows down, pulls out entirely, and fuck, the sight alone is enough to make him lose it. your arousal glistens on his cock, dripping in thick, shining lines, pooling onto the bed beneath you. he runs a hand along his length, spreading it, smearing it, just so he can watch how messy you’ve made him.

and then he’s back inside, the glide impossibly smooth, wet and filthy, and he’s groaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt.

2K notes · View notes

extra-gray · 2 months ago

Note

idk if you've written it but can i request cock praise with dino? would like it if his hands were tied up using your panties while he begs you to touch him. him begging you to praise his cock, want you to say how big he is (he thrives for praises like that and he cries when it's too much).

im sorry if it's too much ahhh, just write what you feel like you can from this prompt! i love u and i love reading all ur works!!

Notes: gonna need to do this immediately oh my lord

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.

You straddled Dino's lap, a smirk on your face as you looked down at him. He was already hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You could see the desperation in his eyes, the need for your touch.

"Someone's eager," you teased, running your fingers lightly over his chest. Dino whimpered and tried to buck his hips up, but you held him down. "Please," he begged. "Please touch me, baby."

You chuckled and reached down to unbutton his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. "Look at you," you said, wrapping your hand around his length. "You're so big, Dino. So hard for me." Dino's wrists were bound together by your panties, the silk fabric digging into his skin. He was tied to the headboard of the bed, his arms stretched above his head. The position left him completely vulnerable to your touch, and he loved it.

"Please," he whimpered again, his eyes fixed on your hand as you stroked him slowly. "Please do something ." You smiled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You're such a good boy, Dino," you purred. "So obedient for me, tied up like this. Your cock is so big and perfect, I can't wait to have it inside me." Dino shuddered at your words, a low moan escaping his lips. He loved it when you praised him, it made him feel powerful and desired.

"Please, more," he begged, his voice strained with need. "Tell me how much you want me." You began to kiss and bite his neck, your hand still working his cock at a slow, torturous pace. "I want you so badly, Dino," you murmured against his skin. "I want to ride you until you're a moaning mess, until you're begging me to stop." Dino whimpered again, his body trembling with anticipation. He was already so close to the edge, but he wanted to hold back. He wanted to please you first.

"Please, Y/n," he said to show his submission. "Please use me." You chuckled and moved your hand away from his cock, making him whine in protest. "Patience," you said, your voice stern. "I'll use you when I'm ready." You straddled him again, but this time you didn't lower yourself onto him. Instead, you just sat there, your core rubbing against his hard length.

Dino groaned and bucked his hips up again, desperate for any kind of friction. "Please," he whimpered again. "Please, I need to feel you." You tsked and shook your head, a wicked grin on your face. "Not yet. I want to see you squirm a little more." You began to grind against him,creating a delicious friction that drove him crazy. He tried to buck up into you again, but you held him down with your hands on his hips.

"Stay still," you ordered. "Be a good boy and let me use you however I want." Tears welled up in Dino's eyes as he tried to hold back his moans. He was completely at your mercy, unable to do anything but take whatever you gave him.

"Please, please," he sobbed. "I'll be good, I promise. I'll do anything you want. Just please let me touch you." His cock was throbbing, leaking precum onto his stomach. He was so desperate for release, but he knew he had to wait for your permission.

Dino looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice shaky. "How big do you think I am?" he asked, his face flushed with arousal. You smiled and leaned down to whisper in his ear again. "You're huge, Dino," you purred. "The biggest I've ever had. You fill me up so well, make me feel so full." Dino's eyes widened as he felt himself cum, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. He looked up at you in shock, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry," he gasped, his chest heaving. "I didn't mean to." You chuckled and stroked his hair soothingly. "It's okay," you said. "You couldn't help it. You're so sensitive and desperate for me." You smirked and ran your fingers through the mess on his stomach. "You came just from me talking about how big you are," you teased. "You really do love being praised, don't you?"

Dino nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. "Yes," he admitted. "I love it when you praise me. It makes me feel good, and I can't help but get excited." You leaned in and kissed his forehead. "That's good to know," you said. "Because I plan on praising you a lot more tonight."

125 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 2 months ago

Note

hii i love your works SO MUCH and been scrolling on your page for longgg

can you please do the domestic dino when he sick but very needy at the same time?? thxx 🌟

Ahhh anon thank you so much honestly that’s so sweet of you I really do try my best <3 enjoy!!

Chan is lying in bed, feeling absolutely miserable with his illness. His body aches, his head is pounding, and his fever has left him feeling both hot and cold at the same time. But amidst all the discomfort, there's another feeling that he can't seem to shake - a deep, burning need for you.

He tries to push the feeling aside, telling himself that he's too sick to be thinking about such things. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't stop the way his body responds to your touch. As you fuss over him, tending to his needs and trying to make him comfortable, Chan can't help but watch you with a mix of adoration and desire. He wants to pull you into bed with him, to feel your skin against his and lose himself in the pleasure of your touch.

But he's too weak and tired to act on his desires, and the frustration is driving him crazy. As the day wears on, Chan's need for you only grows stronger. He finds himself reaching for you every chance he gets, craving the comfort of your touch. But every time he tries to pull you closer, his body betrays him with another coughing fit or a bout of shivers.

He lets out a frustrated groan, burying his face in his pillow. "Why can't I just touch you?" he mutters, his voice muffled by the fabric.

You hear his frustrated words and can't help but smile sympathetically. You sit down on the edge of the bed, gently running your fingers through his messy hair.

"You're sick, Chan," you remind him gently. "We can't do anything until you're feeling better."

Chan lets out another frustrated huff, but he leans into your touch, seeking comfort in your presence.

"I know, I know," he mutters, his voice filled with disappointment. "But it's so hard to resist you. You have no idea how badly I want you right now."

You chuckle softly, continuing to stroke his hair in a soothing manner.

"I can imagine," you say, a hint of amusement in your voice. "But trust me, the last thing we need is for you to get even more sick by pushing yourself too hard."

Chan lets out a low groan, clearly not happy with your response.

"But I feel like I'm going to explode if I can't have you," he complains, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Chan's sudden action catches you off guard, and you freeze for a moment as you feel the heat of his body through his pants. He looks up at you with a mix of desperation and lust in his eyes, his breath coming in short, ragged pants.

"Please," he whispers, his voice thick with need. "I need you to touch me."

You swallow hard, your heart racing as you feel the hardness beneath your hand. Chan's eyes are locked on yours, his gaze burning with desire as he silently begs you to give him what he wants. You can feel your own body responding to his need, your own desire flaring to life as you realize how badly he wants you.

"Chan, we can't," you say, though your voice is a bit shaky now.

You try to pull your hand away, but Chan's grip tightens, holding you in place.

"Please," he repeats, his voice a desperate whisper. "Just for a little while. I promise I'll stop if I feel too bad."

He's pleading with you now, his body trembling with need as he looks up at you with those big, puppy dog eyes. You hesitate for a moment, torn between your desire to take care of Chan and your desire to give in to his request. But the look on his face is too tempting, and the way his body responds to your touch is impossible to ignore.

"Fine," you relent, your voice barely above a whisper. "But just for a little while, okay?"

Chan lets out a sigh of relief as he frees himself from his pants, his cock hard and already leaking precum. He looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation, his eyes filled with a needy hunger.

"Thank you," he breathes, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how badly I need this."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you wrap your hand around his shaft. Chan's body jerks in response, a low moan escaping his lips as you begin to stroke him.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes fluttering closed as he loses himself in the sensation. "That feels so good."

You continue to stroke him slowly, savoring the feel of his hot, silky skin beneath your fingers. Chan's body is trembling with need, his hips bucking upwards as he desperately seeks more friction.

"Faster," he pleads, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, I need more."

You oblige, increasing the pace of your strokes as you watch Chan's face contort with pleasure. His breathing is ragged now, his chest heaving with each gasp as he writhes beneath your touch.

"God, yes," he groans, his eyes still closed as he loses himself in the sensation. "Just like that, baby. Don't stop."

You can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching in your hand as his moans become more frequent and urgent. His hips are moving frantically now, his body straining towards release as he chases the pleasure you're giving him.

"I'm so close," he gasps, his voice strained with need. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

You can see the desperation in his eyes as he reaches the edge, his body taut with tension.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, his voice hoarse and strained. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard."

You increase the pace even more, determined to push him over the edge. Chan's back arches off the bed as he reaches his peak, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

He lets out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he spills over your hand, his cum hot and sticky on your skin. Chan collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

L He looks completely spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release.

"Holy shit," he gasps, his voice shaky. "That was... that was amazing."

You withdraw your hand, wiping it clean on a nearby towel. Chan is still panting, his eyes glazed over with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. He looks up at you with a dazed expression, a soft smile spreading across his face.

"Thank you," he murmurs, his voice still hoarse. "I needed that so badly."

204 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 2 months ago

Note

HII love your works very very mucchhh!! and congrats on your 600+++ follss 🎉🎉

can i ask about the sub!dino begging for cockwarming while youre busy doing your task? thanks a lot 💗

Thank you so much anon I’m nearly 700 now which is crazyyy hope you enjoy!!

Stop working so hard

Dino kneels in front of you, his eyes pleading as he begs for your attention. "Please," he says, his voice soft and needy. "Please let me cockwarm you while you work." You look up from your task, taking in his desperate expression. You can see the bulge in his pants, a clear indication of how much he wants you.

"I'm a little busy right now, Dino," you say, trying to sound firm. But deep down, you know you can't resist him when he looks at you like that.

Dino pouts, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can't resist. "Please, baby," he whines. "I need to feel you around me. I need to be close to you."

He shuffles closer, his hands resting on your thighs as he looks up at you with an expression of pure need. "I'll be good," he promises. "I'll be so good for you, I swear." You can feel your resolve weakening as Dino continues to plead with you. The way he looks up at you, so desperate and submissive, is driving you wild.

"Fine," you say, trying to sound stern. "But only for a little while, okay? I really do need to finish this."

Dino's face lights up with excitement, and he immediately begins unzipping his pants. "Thank you, baby," he says, his voice filled with gratitude. "You won't regret this."

Dino quickly sits down in your vacated chair, his eyes never leaving you as you move to straddle him. He groans softly as you settle onto his lap, his hands immediately coming to rest on your hips.

"God, you feel so good," he murmurs, his fingers digging into your skin. "I've been wanting this all day."

As you continue working, Dino nuzzles his face into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. He's clearly enjoying having you on his lap, and he can't resist the temptation to tease you a little.

"You look so focused," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I love watching you work. It's so sexy."

As you work, Dino can't help but squirm beneath you. The feeling of your body surrounding him is driving him crazy, and he's struggling to keep still.

"Baby," he whines, his voice filled with need. "You're making it hard to behave."

You can feel Dino's cock twitching inside you, and you know he's struggling to hold back. He's doing his best to be good for you, but it's clear that he's on the edge.

"You're doing so well," you say, trying to soothe him. "Just a little longer, okay? I promise I'll make it worth your while later."

Dino nods, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He tightens his grip on your hips, holding you close to him as he forces himself to stay still.

"Okay," he says, his voice strained. "I'll be good. I'll be good for you, I promise."

The minutes tick by slowly, and Dino's self-control is slowly fraying. He's panting softly against your neck, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Please let me move. I can't take it anymore."

Dino's hands slide up your back, pulling you closer to him as he slowly starts to move his hips. He's trying to be discreet, but the small, involuntary movements give away his need.

"Baby," he moans softly, his face buried in your neck. "I can't help it. You feel so good."

You can feel Dino's body tensing beneath you, his movements becoming more desperate as he tries to control himself. He's losing the battle, and it's clear that he's aching for more.

"Please," he whispers again, his voice filled with desperation. "Please let me take over. I need to move, I need to feel you."

You finally give in, unable to resist Dino's pleading any longer. You set your work aside and turn your attention to him, a sly smile on your face.

"Okay, Dino," you say, your voice sultry. "You can take over now."

Dino's eyes light up with excitement, and he immediately starts to move beneath you, his hips thrusting upwards as he claims you. Dino stands up, lifting you up with him as he positions you over your desk. He bends you over, his hands on your hips as he presses himself against you from behind.

"God, I've been wanting to do this all day," he growls, his voice filled with desire. "You have no idea how much I need you."

Dino thrusts into you with a desperate, frenzied energy, his need taking over completely. He's lost all control, his hips snapping against yours as he claims you with abandon.

"You feel so good," he groans, his hands digging into your hips. "You're mine. You're all mine."

Dino is a mess, his moans and whines filling the room as he continues to pound into you. He's so loud that you're worried someone might hear, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"Fuck," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm not gonna last much longer. You feel too good."

Dino is a complete wreck, tears streaming down his face as he continues to thrust into you. He's completely lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure and the need to be as close to you as possible.

"Please," he sobs, his voice hoarse from moaning. "Please let me come. I need to come so badly."

You reach back to run your fingers through Dino's hair, trying to soothe him as he continues to pound into you.

"Go ahead, baby," you say, your voice gentle but firm. "Come for me. Let go."

Dino's whimpers become more and more desperate, his hips stuttering as he nears his release.

"I'm so close," he gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Please, baby, I need to feel you come too."

You reach down to rub your clit, the added stimulation driving you closer to the edge. Dino watches you, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and awe.

"Yes," he groans, his voice rough. "Just like that. Come for me, baby. I need to feel you come around me."

Dino's whines become even more high-pitched and desperate as he feels you clench around him. He's so close, teetering on the edge of orgasm, but he's holding back, waiting for you to come first.

"Please," he begs, his voice breaking. "Please, I can't hold on much longer. Come for me, baby. Please."

Dino moans loudly as he feels you come, the sensation sending him over the edge as well. He buries himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he releases himself with a guttural cry.

"Fuck," he gasps, collapsing on top of you as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. "That was...incredible."

118 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 2 months ago

Text

wet tshirt bc i squirted on him

62 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 2 months ago

Note

Hii~ i’ve read most of ur writings and this is my first time sending a request. Can you write something similar like Vernon one but instead with Woozi cuz i just know behind that shy image, he just a hunk that loves the thrill to get his fat c-ck blown

Totally agreeing with anon🙌🏻 he might look cute, but that man is a freak in the sheets (I’m ready to blow him off anytime he wants). Enjoy! MDNI

Right here? - l.jh

The concert started in approximately 25 minutes. Everyone seemed to go through their usual pre-concert routine. Everyone, but Woozi.

He quietly sat in a corner, shaking his leg up and down. Obviously, something bothered him, but you couldn’t figure out what.

You tapped his shaking leg. “Stop, that’s a bad habit” you gently scolded, not wanting to add more pressure onto him. His eyes fixed on you, starring with a dark lust.

His hips slightly bucked up, as the things he wanted to do with you took over his mind. “Y/n” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal “I need your help”. You looked at him with concern. His eyes wandered over your body, imagining you naked beneath him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Wordlessly, he took one of your hands and pulled you with him into the empty dressing room, locking the door behind you.

His lips collapsed with yours. “Suck me off, please baby. I really need to feel you right now” he whined. Something inside you shifted. Your eyes turned dark and a playful grin creeped up on your lips.

You pushed him onto the couch, straddling his lap. Woozi already panted with need. “If I blow you off right here, you have to be very quiet for me, okay?” you teased, palming his growing errection through the fabric. He squeezed his eyes, concentrating on not busting right this moment.

“Yes, yes. I will be very quiet” he gasped. You started to undo his belt, pulling his pants down just enough for him to be freed. A big hard cock catching your eyes, already covered with pre-cum.

You wrapped your hand around his length, giving him a few slow strokes. Woozi couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your hands. You suddenly stopped. “What? No, don’t stop. Please” he pouted.

“I told you to be quiet. Or do you want everyone to know how needy you are right now?” you asked him with a warning look. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he quickly apologized.

You nodded as an acceptance and slowly made your way down to him. With one last lick over his tip, you took him in your mouth. Woozis eyes shut close, as the warmth of your mouth surrounded him. He tried to shut himself up with biting his arm, but you could still hear the muffled whispers from him.

It kinda made you smirk, knowing how much he’s struggling right now. “You feel so good baby, please go faster” he breathed hardly. You quickened your pace, sloppily sucking him off, while he became a trembling mess beneath you.

“Yes, just like that” he moaned quietly. But it wasn’t enough for him. His hips bucked up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every bop. His dick already stretched your mouth out perfectly, now it got even harder to breathe.

You gulped and whimpered around him, getting him closer to the edge. His dick twitched in your mouth and his hips stuttered the more pleasure build up.

Woozi grabbed your head, pushing himself balls-deep in your mouth. Tears started to form at the corner of your eyes. “Fuuuckkk” he groaned, using your mouth as his own sex toy.

He thrusted into your mouth a few more times till he buried himself in your mouth again. His dick shooting cum down your throat, while it took everything inside of him to remain as silent as possible. But there’s no way no one heard his pathetic whimpers.

You pulled back from his dick, your saliva and his cum running down your chin. “Do you feel better now?” you teasingly asked. He nodded, his body still shaking from the pleasure.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door. “Concert begins in 10 minutes” staff called out. He quickly fixed his clothes, while you cleaned your faces, making sure everything looks like before.

He kissed you one last time for support. “Make sure you’re ready for me later” he winked at you, before leaving through the door and gathering up with the other members.

129 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 2 months ago

Text

pairing: woozi x fem!reader

warnings: smut, not proofread at all.

[2:25am]

“Wooz… its 2am..” you mumbled sleepily from your spot on the small couch in his home studio. Woozi was often up late, writing, recording and rewriting. “Jihoon, i’m going to bed.” You stood up from your spot wrapping the blanket around your frame as you walked to him. A small kiss on the cheek before you turned away, “come to bed soon.” A whisper of a request as you went across the hall to your shared bedroom.

10 minutes later Woozi had decided to call it a night, standing from his seat he stretched his body and let out a small groan. He’d hoped you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. When he entered your shared room, he smiled at the sight of you, curled up in his clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head, his sweatpants following as he crawled into bed with you, scooping you into his arms. Opening one eye you looked up at him innocently, “welcome to bed.” you smiled softly as you nested into his chest, your fingers tips stroking his bare side gently. Woozi wasn’t the type for PDA, but this, he loved this. Holding you in his arms, your skin against his, it was perfect. “How was the recording? Finished?” You smiled up at you, your hand moving to his stomach, playing with the waistband of his boxers innocently, not thinking too hard.

“Mmm it was good, we’re almost done with it.” He spoke, his fingers stroking your cheek gently, “are you trying to provoke me?” He questioned looking at your hand that was begging to dip beneath his boxers, you shrugged at him slipping your leg over his thigh, your head on his chest as you continued, mindless hands roaming. “baby, don’t wanna beg…” he whispered to you embarrassed, Woozi wasn’t vulnerable with many people, and you loved it when he begged for you to touch him, your hands moved, palming his hardened cock through his boxers, a small gasp into your hair as you blushed. Knowing what you do to him always did something worse to you.

“Do you want me to make you feel good Wooz?” You looked up at him, batting your eyelashes, his hips bucking slightly into your hand, “needy baby..” you smirked at him kissing down his chest slowly, your hand dipping under his boxers to pull him out, his hips lifted and he slid his boxers off. “Mmm..” you hummed kissing down his chest slowly making your way down to his cock.

“Please—“ he whined softly as your tongue wrapped around his tip catching him off guard, “god.” If it was possible for him to see stars he would have. Your lips wrapping around him as you slid your mouth down his length, his fingers tangling in your hair, his hips bucking to meet your mouth, “so fucking good princess..” he moaned, his had thrown against the pillow, hooded eyes watching you. “i— fuck— oh my—“ his words stopped short before you stopped, soft whines left his lips as you snaked your way up kissing him, your legs straddling his waist.

You were a beautiful sight above him, his hands holding your hips as you guided yourself onto him, a moan leaving your lips as he stretched your core, you were dripping, as your pussy wrapped around his cock. “Fuck Wooz..” you moaned your nickname for him as you slid all the way down, your boyfriend speechless at how you looked above him, the shirt you wore hid the sight of him sinking into you as you rode him. Frantically he pushed the fabric up moaning as he watched himself disappear into you over and over again. Your moans filled the room as you rocked your hips against him, slowly at first gradually speeding up,

Woozi pushed your shirt up, moving up to kiss you pulling your now bare chest to his, “gonna fuck you now.” He growled into your mouth as he kissed you, his hands holding you steady as he thrusted up into you, moaning into his mouth your lips catching his before you moved to his neck. “So tight for me.” You clenched around his as his thrusts became sloppy.

“Woozi- wooz- fuck.” You moaned into his neck as you came undone for him, your orgasm crashing into you, he helped you ride out your orgasm before coming undone himself, spilling into you as he came.

“Fuck..” he groaned softly, your chests heaved together as you laid on top of him. “God you’re beautiful…” he spoke softly pressing a kiss to your temple, you went to move slowly but his hands stopped you. “Stay like this… for a while..” he spoke quietly, carefully. “Please?” He looked at you, doe eyed and all. You nodded, “okay” you watched his eyes flutter closed as he held you close to him.

595 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 3 months ago

Text

To the singular person who sent in an ask!!! (Lol) It’s almost done dw! I’ve just been busy as it’s nearing the end of this semester 🥲

0 notes

extra-gray · 3 months ago

Note

Dino and the reader forget the condom and start panicking but reader says it’s ok and that she’d rather feel Chan without one, which awakens something in Chan. Something primal.

Fuck,I forgot…|| Lee Chan x Reader

Notes: gawd damn sometimes I’m so impressed with my writing LMAO

Chan kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as he presses you against the wall. The heat between you two is palpable, and he's getting more and more worked up with each passing moment.

"I need you," he whispers against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips. "I need to feel you." He starts to undress you, his movements quick and urgent. His eyes are dark with desire, and he can barely contain himself as he strips you naked.

"I want to feel every inch of you," he says, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. "I don't want anything between us." He positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with need. But just as he's about to thrust in, he freezes, a look of panic crossing his face.

"Wait... I don't have a condom," he says, pulling back slightly. "I forgot to bring one."

"It's okay," you say, pulling him closer. "I want to feel you raw. I'm on the pill, I'm safe." Chan looks uncertain, his eyes flicking between your face and his cock. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly.

You nod, cupping his face in your hands. "I trust you, Chan. I want this." He takes a deep breath and slowly starts to push inside you again, his eyes locked on yours. "God, you feel so good," he moans, as he buries himself to the hilt.

He starts to thrust, the sensation of being bare inside you overwhelming him. He's never felt this close to you before, and it's driving him wild. Chan becomes completely consumed by the feeling of being inside you, his thrusts becoming faster and harder with each passing moment. He's never experienced this level of intimacy before, and it's pushing him to the edge.

"You're so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you up. "I can feel everything. It's amazing." He buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting at your skin as he pounds into you relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your moans and his deep growls.

"I'm not going to last long like this," he warns, his breathing ragged. "You feel too good."

"I'm close too," you manage to say between gasps. "Don't hold back, Chan. Let go." Chan nods, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He thrusts deep inside you one last time, his body tensing up as he cums hard.

"Fuck, Y-N," he moans, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot seed. "I'm cumming... oh god..." He collapses against you, holding you tightly as he rides out his orgasm. His body is shaking and he's breathing heavily, but he looks completely satisfied.

"That was... incredible," he whispers, kissing your neck. "I never want to use a condom again." You giggle, the sound sending a shiver down Chan's spine. He pulls back to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face.

"You're amazing," he says, nuzzling your nose with his. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before." He gently sets you down on your feet, still keeping you close to him. "But... I should probably pull out," he says, looking down at where he's still buried inside you. "Just in case."

He slowly pulls out, watching as his cum starts to leak out of you. "That's so hot," he mutters, his eyes fixed on the sight.

253 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 3 months ago

Note

Sulky Cheol… I’m going insane

RIDING SEUNCHEOL'S FACE LIKE FULL-BLOWN SITTING AND GRINDING ON IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH

YUUUUUUUP PREACH IT GURLLL YOU COULDNT TELL ME CHEOL ISNT A CERTIFIED MUNCH OHMYLORD THE NASTINESS THAT IM ABOUT TO WRITE OOOF-

Sit On It

Pairing: bf! scoups x f!reader

Genre: the nastiest smut i will probably ever write (MDNI), face sitting, praise, power play (slight), cunnulingus

Description: you make cheol’s terrible day so so much better by finally fulfilling his biggest fantasy-you sitting on his face.

Note: hyperventilating just by thinking about sitting on his beautiful face, eyebrows furrowed, big arms wrapped around my thighs- UNHOLY THOUGHTS BEGONE XJAJAKANNSOQJAIA (also, not proofread, as per usual💔)

••••••••••••••••��•••••••••••

here’s the thing-a lot of things that you and cheol did in the bedroom was relatively new to you, considering that your previous lovers (if you can even call them that by the lack of effort they put) were selfish and conceded. so when you two started dating, and eventually sleeping together, it was surprising to experience being with someone who was so…giving, almost catering to all of your needs.

that man, if he could, he would spend every waking moment of his between your legs, either lapping and licking and sucking on your sweet pussy, or pounding into it with the force that makes the whole bed move, never mind your body.

still, there was one thing you two still have yet to try. something he has expressed he would love to do-or, well, for you to do to him.

or rather to his face.

naturally, he respected your wishes and you saying ‘no’ to his proposal. but you could see how pouty he turns every time he tries to ask if maybe you have changed your mind yet, only for you to vigorously shake your head.

it’s not that you don’t want to, it’s just…

it’s one thing to have him lay between your legs, lapping on your juices and make you soak both his face and his sheets.

it’s an entirely different thing to have that control over him-over the situation- and just grind on his face, to make yourself cum all over it, when usually he’s the one to usually make you cream all over his face.

and you thought your answer wouldn’t change. not for a while at least.

…well. about that.

you just felt so bad. he came back from work visibly under stress, his thick eyebrows set in a frown so deep they were almost touching.

he barely said anything to you, a clear sign that one wrong word could set him off, hence why he’s avoiding any conversation that could leas up to that.

he immediately locked himself up in the shower for a while, before he came back and went directly to your room, laying flatly on his back. his naked chest rose up and down in shallow and stressed sighs, face hidden in the elbow of his arm that he threw over his gorgeous face.

he just looked so…tense, you felt like you had to do something.

and so, before you knew it, you let your shorts and panties hit the floor, your (actually, cheol’s) shirt following next.

he was just laying there, deep in thought, that he didn’t ever hear you walk across the room, didn’t even pay too much attention to the mattress dipping under your weight as you crawled towards him.

it was only when you forcefully removed his arm from his face that he was ready to say something, mean things to snap at you just on the tip of his tongue immediately dying the moment he registered your nakedness.

at first, he was ready to decline your offer, ready to say that he wouldn’t be too gentle on you right now if you two decided to have sex, that he would use you rather than love you. and that is something he wouldn’t allow to happen, not with you.

but then.

instead of straddling his hips, you went ahead and put your other leg.

on the other side of his shoulder.

cheol just stares up at you, at your gorgeous body, an angle making him both salivate and his lips completely dry, your sweet pussy that he loved more than almost anything in this world hovering over his chin, so close yet so far away.

cheol followed the trail that is your body-your wetness right in front of his eyes, followed by your soft tummy, the curves of your waist connecting right into your chest where your soft and bouncy tits stood proudly, and lastly your visibly shy and nervous face.

he could feel himself panting already, ready to actually suffocate under your weight if you would so kindly let him. but despite his urges and needs, he waited. waited for you to make the first move.

waited for you to take control.

gulping one last time, in low and raspy voice you asked him one final question.

“still want me to sit on it, baby?”

and so here you were, head thrown back as the moans flew freely out of your mouth. almost like an instinct, like an animal, you were unconsciously grinding all over his face, your juices smeared all over his mouth, cheeks, and even nose. and yet, cheol just continued to lap on your pussy like a good boy that he was.

he was so so loud as well, you can’t honestly remember if you have ever heard him be so vocal, maybe even more vocal than you. his groans were bordering on animalistic ones, vibrations coming from his mouth traveling through your pussy, through your quivering tummy and shaky chest, all the way to your ears.

his big and strong arms were strongly wrapped around your thighs, locking them in place, so even if you wanted to move, cheol wouldn’t allow you to.

your hands were so indecisive, going from strongly holding onto the headboard, to leaning back on one, hand pressed into his chest that was tight from the lack of the air, while the other was holding onto his hair, pulling on it as you were grinding all over his beautiful face.

you peaked over your tits to look at his face, only to see his eyes closed in pleasure, eyebrows now furrowed in pure ecstasy instead of anger. you notice his eyes trying to open for a second, only for them to roll back into his head the moment you circle your hips again.

and the noises-god, it was so loud and nasty, it was all the more turn on.

you were just moving your hips, sometimes back and forth, properly grinding on his hungry lips, sometimes just making circular motions, smearing your precum all over his face.

which he seems to like so much, as every time you did it, you could feel his hips buckle upwards into the air and his moans travel through your pussy.

his tongue was splitting your lips apart before dipping inside your hole, collecting your sweetness on his tongue before swallowing it, the tip of his tongue then lapping at your clit for a second before doing it all over again. you swore, it almost looked like he was passionately making out, except it was with your pussy and not with you.

you were worried that you might be too heavy, that you were suffocating him, but that seems to be exactly what he wanted, as any time you tried to raise your hips a bit and let him breathe, he would just harshly pull you back down, a sound somewhere between disapproval and warning leaving him before he goes back to being a moaning mess.

it actually came so naturally to you- being in control. you weren’t even aware just how much control you had over him right at this moment. you were the one that set the pace, the one that used your hold on his hair to move his face in the direction that you wanted him to, the one who was a babbling mess, words like “such a good boy for me” and “fuck, just like that, baby, you do it so good” involuntarily leaving your mouth.

and cheol, just like a good boy you claimed he was, took whatever you gave him.

he was so lost in the pleasure, that he didn’t even notice just how close he was to cumming untouched until your hips started buckling out of control as well, moans getting breathier the closer you were getting to creaming all over his face.

before you knew it, you harshly pulled on his hair to push his face further into your pussy as you threw your head back, a loud scream escaping you as you reached your orgasm and came all over his face, your cum smearing all over his lips and chin as he tried to clean it all up, to swallow it, to lose himself in the pleasure for just a bit longer.

after you became sensitive, you recoiled away from his touch, finally being able to lift your hips away from his face and let him breathe again.

upon you lifting yourself up, cheol uses his newfound to take one deep breath, shakily filling his lungs with fresh air. he wasn’t even aware of just how oxygen deprived he was until he tried looking up at you only for everything to become very very blurry for him.

you two just stayed like that for a minute or so, both looking at each other as your chests were heaving.

and as you were looking at each other, a clear agreement was concluded between you two as you two were trying to come back to your sanities.

fuck, we are going back from this.

877 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 3 months ago

Note

YES MA’AM ABSOLUTELY THANK YOU GOODNIGHT

Reader making woozi fuck their hand, instead of them while teasing him making him more flustered. 🤭

Desperate boy|| Lee Jihoon x Reader

Notes: god guys I just love music so much I literally listen to it every second

You're lying on the bed, watching as Woozi struggles to find release. "I need more," he whines, his hand moving rapidly over his cock. He's been at it for a while now, but nothing seems to satisfy him. "It's not enough," he pants, looking at you with desperate eyes. "Touch me, please."

You shake your head, enjoying the power you have over him in this moment. "No, you're going to do it yourself," you say firmly, crossing your arms. Woozi whimpers at your denial, his hand moving even faster. "But I want your hands on me," he begs, his hips bucking up into his own touch.

Despite his pleading, you maintain your position. "You can use both hands if you want," you suggest with a smirk. "But I'm not touching you until you make yourself cum." Woozi lets out a frustrated groan but does as you say, bringing his other hand to his balls to increase his pleasure. His body writhes on the bed as he tries desperately to reach his peak, but it's still not enough.

"Look at you, so desperate for release," you taunt, watching as Woozi's hands work furiously. "But you can't seem to get there, can you?" He shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead as he pants heavily. "I need your help," he whimpers again, his eyes pleading with you. You lean closer to him, close enough that he can feel your breath but still keeping your hands to yourself. "Maybe if you beg nicely," you whisper, enjoying the way his face flushes with embarrassment.

"Please, please touch me," Woozi begs, his voice breaking as he continues to pleasure himself. "I'll do anything you want, just please let me feel your hands on me." His body is trembling now, the need for release becoming almost painful. He looks completely wrecked, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving with each labored breath.

"Anything?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Even if I tell you to stop touching yourself right now?" Woozi groans but nods eagerly, his hands slowing to a stop despite his body's protests. "Yes, anything," he gasps, his cock twitching as he forces himself to obey.

"Good boy," you purr, watching as Woozi struggles to maintain control. "You're being so obedient for me." He whimpers at the praise, his hands clenching into fists at his sides to keep from touching himself. "I need you," he whines, his voice filled with need.

You crawl closer to him, letting your fingers trail lightly over his thighs. "You're so hard for me," you whisper, tracing the outline of his cock. "But you're not allowed to cum yet." Woozi's hips jerk involuntarily at your touch, a desperate moan escaping his lips. "Please, I can't take it anymore," he begs, his eyes locked on yours with a mixture of desire and submission.

"I want you to keep stroking yourself," you command, moving even closer. "But slower this time. Make it last." Woozi groans in frustration but obeys, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock and starting a torturously slow pace. His breath hitches with each stroke, his body trembling with the effort to go slow.

"That's it," you encourage, watching him intently. "You look so beautiful like this, all desperate and needy for me." He bites his lip, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to maintain his composure. "Please, I need more," he whispers, his hand moving agonizingly slow up and down his length.

"Go faster," you say, your voice low and commanding. "I want to see you fall apart for me." Woozi immediately speeds up his strokes, his hips bucking as he chases his orgasm. His moans grow louder and more desperate, his free hand clutching at the sheets.

"I'm close," he gasps, his whole body tensing with impending release. "So close, please let me cum." You lean in even closer, your breath hot against his ear. "Cum for me, Woozi," you whisper, and that's all it takes.

Woozi lets out a strangled cry as he finally reaches his peak, his body arching off the bed as thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock. His hand continues to move, milking every last drop of his release. His chest heaves with exertion, his eyes still closed as he rides out the waves of pleasure. "Fuck," he pants, finally collapsing back onto the bed.

You watch him with a satisfied smile, admiring the way his body glistens with sweat and his cock slowly softens. "You did so well," you praise, running a gentle hand through his hair. He turns to look at you, a dazed expression on his face. "Thank you," he whispers, pulling you close to him despite the mess on his stomach.

128 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 3 months ago

Note

Please write for hoshi smut like him fucking you after a concert, giving in all of his stress lol heheheh

Quick and Stress-Free|| Kwon Hoshi

Notes: love a good quick fuck

Hoshi enters the bedroom, still dressed in his concert outfit. He looks tired and a bit worn out, but his eyes light up when he sees you in bed watching TV.

"Hey, baby," he says, walking over to the bed and climbing in next to you. "I missed you." He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, burying his face in your neck. "The concert was crazy," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin. "I'm so glad to be home." You can feel his body tense up as he talks, and you know he's still stressed from the performance. "You did great, I saw the videos," you say, running your fingers through his hair.

Hoshi looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "I need to unwind," he says, his hands roaming over your body. "And I need you." Without warning, he pulls you on top of him, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss. His hands grip your hips tightly as he grinds up against you, his cock already hardening in his pants.

"You're so needy tonight," you say, breaking the kiss to look at him. Hoshi smirks up at you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Can you blame me?" he replies, his hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breasts. "I've been thinking about you all night. Seeing you here, in bed... it's driving me crazy." He sits up and pulls your shirt off, tossing it aside. His lips latch onto one of your nipples, sucking and biting gently as his hands roam over your body.

"I need to feel you," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "I need to forget everything except for you." Hoshi flips you onto your back and starts to undress, his movements hurried and urgent. He's too impatient to fully undress, so he just unbuttons his pants and pushes them down along with his underwear.

"I want you now," he says, positioning himself between your legs. "No more waiting." He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, his cock pressing against your entrance. Without any warning, he thrusts into you, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"Oh god," he moans, his head falling forward as he starts to move. "You feel so good." His pace is rough and fast, driven by his need to release all the tension from the concert. His fingers dig into your hips as he pounds into you, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. Hoshi slows down his pace, his thrusts becoming slower and deeper. He leans down to kiss you, his lips moving against yours with a newfound gentleness.

"Sorry," he whispers between kisses. "I just needed to get that out of my system." He takes his time now, savoring the feeling of being inside you. His hands roam over your body, caressing your skin with a tenderness that contrasts with his earlier urgency.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes drinking in the sight of you beneath him. "So perfect." He angles his hips just right, hitting your g-spot with each deep thrust. His breathing becomes more ragged as he feels you clenching around him, but he doesn't speed up again. Hoshi continues to fuck you slowly, his movements growing more and more deliberate as he empties his mind of all thoughts except for you.

"I'm so close," he groans, his forehead resting against yours. "But I don't want to cum yet." He reaches down and rubs your clit in small circles, wanting to bring you to the edge with him. "Cum with me," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. The slow buildup has been driving you crazy, and the combination of his cock filling you up and his fingers on your clit finally pushes you over the edge. You cry out his name as you cum, your pussy clenching around him tightly.

Hoshi grits his teeth and follows you, spilling his hot seed deep inside you as he moans your name. "Fuck... that was amazing," he says, collapsing on top of you. Hoshi pulls out of you and rolls onto his back, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, burying his face in your hair.

"I needed that," he says, his voice muffled. "You always know how to make me feel better." He holds you tight, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of his orgasm. The tension from the concert has completely melted away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment.

"Thank you," he murmurs, kissing your forehead. "For being here for me."

138 notes · View notes

extra-gray · 3 months ago

Text

Bro I mean… a literal masterpiece… like wtf

Houdini

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader

Genre: smut, hint of fluff at the end

warnings: drinking, allusion to drug use, sub hoshi likes when reader is mean to him, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex, reader calls hoshi a furry more than once, cumshot, hair pulling, reader wears bunny ears

Length: ~5.3k

Note: this started as a prologue to a different fic but i wanted it to become its own fic. danke @gyuswhore for being my torture subject as always as well as @onlyhuis @temptaetions @cheolism

Summary: The guy wearing a tiger onesie and ripping a bong in the corner might not be the most promising prospect of the night. But you've got a point to prove and a bet to win. series m.list: Green Light [s], Yuck [f], Talk [a, s, f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]

m.list

This blog is intended for 18+ only! Minors/blank blogs will be blocked.

The cramped living room is hazy with the smell of pot, cut by cheap led strip lights painting everything in violets and blues. Butt numb from the stiff armrest of the couch, you adjust the bunny ears on your head for the fifth time in the twenty minutes you’ve sat there.

Everyone else skitters around, dressed as different animals. More bunnies, a few cats, a guy dressed like a dinosaur hogging a joint. It’s someone’s birthday; a friend of a friend you’ve never met, but the promise of free alcohol before heading downtown isn’t even close to the worst way to spend your time. It’s why you fished out the dumb satin bunny ears from your closet; a relic from Halloweens past when you needed a cheap excuse to wear something scandalous in public with little judgment.

June disappeared thirty minutes ago to find the birthday boy, leaving your entire group to mingle until she returns.

You intently listen as Lily vents about her work crush for the nth time. His name is of no relevance, but she’s convinced herself it's love despite the fact he possesses fewer brain cells than a rock. A proven fact since he didn’t know the difference between consonants and vowels despite being well into his twenties.

“Why all the talk about relationships?” you interrupt. “Can we please have one night where we don’t talk about guys.”

“Some of us want boyfriends.” Anna rolls her eyes.

“And yet, you can find one hundred percent of the benefits of one with zero effort. At least without all the mind games you two go through every week.”

“Easy for you to say.” Anna argues. “You’re like the poster girl for no-commitment sex.”

“I like what I like,” you shrug. “Not guys that say they want a relationship and then claim you're moving too fast when you ask him to treat you like a person.”

Lily gives an exasperated groan to the ceiling. “We get it. You hate romance.”

“I don’t hate it. I just like to be realistic. Most guys are good for one thing and I happen to admire them for that.”

“Do you realistically think you can get any guy here to sleep with you?” Anna asks.

Any guy is a stretch. You’re easy but not without standards. Taken men are strictly off the menu. Along with weirdos or guys that look like they’ve never seen the inside of a shower. Anyone looking for a relationship typically removes themself from the running after figuring out you aren’t looking to be saved or changed, just a warm body that’s easy on the eyes.

“Pick anyone and if I pull him you owe me breakfast tomorrow.” You challenge them with a smirk. It’s slim pickings so early in the night, but nothing you can’t work with.

“Okay, then.” Lily agrees. “What about him?”

It takes you a moment to decipher who her manicured finger is pointing at. There's a small crowd in the corner of the room, guys too scared to mingle or uninterested in anything beyond their circle jerk. But he’s easy to spot; a tiger onesie and a dark crop of hair are all the details you get from this far away.

He seems to be the main entertainer of the bubble. Hands fly in different directions, chaotic but graceful. Now that you’re locked onto him, the boom of his voice floats under the heavy music. Tiger guy isn't your usual type. He’s lithe and lean; maybe a dancer or something athletic. You like them tall and domineering. It makes it that much sweeter when they try to dominate you, only to be beaten at their own game. Mingyu wasn’t your A-list fuck buddy for no reason. A damn shame he moved away at the end of last year.

But the man Lily’s picked will do what you need him to; prove a point and grant you a free meal. If you get at least one orgasm out of it then that’ll be a bonus. Chugging the last of your drink (which smells like nail polish remover and paint thinner had a very toxic baby), you drop the empty cup into Anna’s hand.

“And we want proof!” Anna calls as you stalk toward the far wall.

One of the other guys he’s talking to sees you approach, and you watch the way his eyes convey your presence, nearly bugging out of his skull. A gentle tap on tiger guy’s shoulder has him turning to greet you.

Confusion clouds his face. He’s cuter than you expected, with furrowed eyebrows and a pout that draws your eyes to his mouth with curiosity. You’ll find out their talents soon enough.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi?” he parrots.

“I’m Y/N.” Eyes round with faux innocence, you make a point to take a few seconds staring at his mouth before meeting his curious gaze.

“Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung. The name rolls along your tongue easily. You light up at the way his eyes follow the curve of your mouth around the sound. It’s too easy.

Pushing forward, chest to chest; raising on your toes. You relish in another shiver at the brush of your mouth against his ear. “Is this your party?”

“Yeah, it’s my roommate’s birthday,” he says.

So that’s who June knows.

“Cool. Wanna show me your room?”

“What?” You can hear the record scratch in Soonyoung’s brain; see the disbelief in his eyes.

Stepping into his space, your gaze burns a path from his lips to his eyes before you repeat, “your room?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can…definitely do that. This way!”

His own friends, still circled in the corner, gape in their own disbelief. Soonyoung has you charging through the crowded living room and down the hallway. Good. Even more bodies fill the narrow space but he nearly pushes them aside, waving off any grunts of discontent at his roughness.

You pass several doors on each side, all closed from prying eyes but you don’t have an interest anyway. His room is at the end of the long passage. A whiteboard with a crude image of a tiger and a rainbow hangs at eye level, coupled with ‘TamTam + Hoshi 5ever’ but you don’t have time to admire the art before you’re inside.

“So, this is it,” Soonyoung announces, hands wringing in front of his chest nervously.

The tiger thing isn’t so much a coincidence and more of a theme. A poster of a tiger hangs on the wall above the dresser. But it’s not the worst of it. His bed hosts several plushies, all different sizes and shapes but certainly tigers.

Whipping around, you eye him with incredulity. “Are you a fucking furry?”

“No!” He shakes like a bobblehead. Like he’s had to explain it dozens of times before. “It’s a joke! From college, with my friends.”

“A joke where you collect tiger memorabilia as a grown man?” You shoot back.

“It’s not that bad.”

Eyebrows flying to your hair line, you make a sweep of the room. “You have a framed picture of a tiger, are wearing a tiger suit, and have a miniature army of stuffed animals.”

“Okay, maybe it is that bad, but I’m not a furry.”

If he was hiding more of the garish pattern out of sight you wouldn’t be surprised. For good measure, you fold over the blanket of his bed and sigh relief to find navy sheets instead of orange. You’ve slept with weirder guys for less but it’s nice to know he isn’t that weird.

“Whatever you say. But if you ask me to wear a tail, I’ll walk back out there and tell everyone.”

You peel your shirt off without another word. Once your vision is free of the fabric, you’re met with a starstruck man — mouth open, eyes skimming your chest, and what seems to be a half-chub tenting his pants. You revel in the silent awe rolling off him, preening at the attention. So easy.

But Soonyoung seems to come to his senses when you start working on the zipper holding together the back of your skirt shut.

“Woah, okay. We don’t have to go so fast,” he says, taking a step in your direction.

“So I should put my shirt back on?” You make for it like the threat is real.

“Let’s not be too hasty! I’m just saying, maybe we should, like, talk a bit first?”

Your feet carry you until there’s barely a breath between his body and your own. Soonyoung’s shirt brushes against your naked stomach with each stuttered breath as you eye his lips. “Well, do you wanna talk or do you want your dick sucked? Because I can only do one at a time.”

“Definitely the second one,” Soonyoung starts, dipping his hands to your ass for a harsh squeeze while shepherding you to his bed.

His mouth tastes like smoke and need. A disgusting combination if not for your tipsy brain easily ignoring it in favor of focusing on the roughness of his touch.

Soonyoung is eager, to say the least. He can’t touch you fast enough; hands darting from your ass, to your sides, to your breasts, and back down again. If this was happening at your apartment you’d tie him down and refuse to let him feel anything at all just to watch him squirm.

You manage to flip him under you, pinning him in place with your thighs to rest across his lap like a throne. Taking the change in stride, he uses the new angle to mouth over your bra; sucking harshly at your covered nipples till they stiffen for his fingers to pinch at.

“Condoms?”

Soonyoung shakes his head.

Digging the heel of your hand into his forehead successfully unlatches the suction around your nipple. He pouts at the interruption.

“You don’t have condoms?”

“I do, but I’m not about to fuck you after two seconds of making out,” Soonyoung argues. “I‘m not even hard yet.”

Shocked by the sudden attitude, you huff before rolling your hips down. You're met with a familiar lump pressing into the crotch of your pants, and Soonyoung has the nerve to simply return to his previous task as you rock against him again.

“Liar,” you pant after a delicious drag of his teeth on your collarbone and his cock against your ass.

You stay locked like that for a while, writhing against one another as clothes come off without abandon. Your bra first, then the damn tiger onesie. Soonyoung gets you on your back before flipping up your skirt and pulling your panties to the side, revealing your drenched center.

He sucks a bruise on your nipple, tongue messy as he explores what’s between your legs with a gentle stroke of his fingers.

“Can I go down on you? Please say yes.” Soonyoung traces the request across your chest with more nips of his teeth.

“You have to ask?”

“Consent is sexy.”

“You sound like a PSA,” you comment. “But, yeah go ahead.”

Your hips lift to aid in removing the last scraps of clothing. There’s no shyness as you spread your legs wide, flashing the aftermath of a good make-out session for Soonyoung eyes only.

“Oh my god,” he moans.

The heat of his breath fans across your folds, sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn’t even blink as you clench from the aching need to be filled with whatever he’s ready to offer,

“What?”

“This is gonna make me sound weird again, but you have a really pretty pussy.”

Not something any previous partners have chosen to comment on, but you preen under the compliment. “Thanks.”

“No. Thank you,” Soonyoung says before looking at the ceiling. “God, thank you so much for blessing me like this.”

“Stop being lame or I'll leave.”

“Sorry, you’re hot.” He says it like an accusation. “Just wanted to let the universe know I recognize that and appreciate it.”

“How about you recognize the fact I’m drying up as we speak?”

“No you aren’t,” Soonyoung argues. “You’re dripping on my sheets.”

Your hand skates across your front, falling between your thighs. Like hypnosis, he watches with rapt attention as you frame your clit between two fingers, giving a clear target for his attention.

“Then do something about it.”

With a hand fisted in his hair, he does. An aggressive suck against your clit without warm-up sends a tremor through your core. Your fingers knot in his hair, twisting until he’s forced away from your cunt with a petulant frown.

“If you keep licking my clit like a scratch off I will make you cry.” A jostle of the bed tells how effective your words are. “Oh my god. Did you just?”

“I’ve never been threatened in bed before, okay? I'm just as shocked as you.”

He hides the embarrassment by wedging back between your thighs, gentler than before, lapping away the new flood of arousal from his responsiveness. A thrill hums down your spine and settles where Soonyoung’s mouth returns to work. His shoulders burn hot against the underside of your thighs, every surge of muscle rocking you back into the slick of his tongue.

“Fuck.”

“Better?” he asks around a mouth full of pussy.

There might very well be a crowd at the door listening to every lewd squelch and pathetic whine, but you don’t care. A little direction, a grind of your hips when he does well and the sting of your nails when he gets ahead of himself does wonders. Soonyoung is eager to please and impress. You could probably lay here for an hour without a complaint for him; if anything, he’d actively encourage such indulgence if it meant your approval.

It makes the temptation to overwhelm him too sweet to ignore.

One of the hands flat against your stomach falls away easily, knotting his fingers through yours because of course he’d be the type to hold hands during sex. It’s cute, but that fondness is stomped down for something safer.

Like sucking two fingers between your lips like it's his cock.

Soonyoung grunts frustration straight into your core, refusing to watch you wet his hand even when you moan at the prod against the back of your throat. Another hump against the mattress as an edge of teeth drags over his knuckles.

You can’t help but laugh as he scrambles to stretch you across them. He curls one slowly, like you’ll object. When you don't, Soonyoung adds the other and resettles your thigh so he can watch them disappear inside. His knuckles return even more soaked and even you can’t pretend it isn’t a turn-on.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Before you can respond, he’s licking away the fresh wave of wetness from his praise. It isn’t new information, but Soonyoung is impossibly earnest and you’re pretty sure if he came from eating you out he’d be just as satisfied as if you fucked him.

“Gimme a third.”

Soonyoung moans like he’s the one getting off as he does what you ask.

Your legs lock, sore at the hips from being dragged to the edge so quickly. It bubbles just under the surface. Too far away where you can’t reach it but know Soonyoung can. He knows it too by the way you whisper his name.

“If you touch yourself right now will you cum?”

“Probably.”

“Good.” You're overeager, just like the man between your legs, but the idea he can get off from eating you out can’t be ignored. “Show me.”

“If you make me cum twice tonight I will talk to my therapist about you, so no.”

You whine a protest. Something that would sound far more responsible falling from his lips in the established dynamic, but you don’t care. One of your feet wedges between the bed and his crotch, toeing along the bulge still hidden behind a pair of thin boxers.

“Is it not enough that I might cum from you insulting me, you have to see it happen?” He asks.

The picture behind your eyelids is nothing short of demonic; pulling Soonyoung’s boxers down and the inside sticky with cum, but his cock still hard because once is definitely not enough. Or streaks of white coating his chest and thighs, the perfect trail to trace your tongue over.

You don’t even have a chance to share the fantasy before he splits you on his tongue again. Firmer this time, with a hard press to your knees that has you vulnerable and exposed. He keeps his tongue flat and heavy on your clit. Perfect to grind up against until you shudder.

Since you can’t get Soonyoung to give in, you settle for ruining any future encounter he might have by making a show.

Your fingers tickle up your stomach, nails raising goosebumps at the soft touch. Back and forth and back and forth, a little higher each time until you catch the hill of your chests and circle the hard peaks. There's no reason to ease into it, not when you sneak a glance down and find a pair of brown eyes framed between your legs.

The way he watches makes you feel dirty. Nipples pebbled between your fingers, you arch into his next move. His tongue stays flat for you to use. You curl into it, humping Soonyoung’s face like he’s nothing more than a toy to get off on.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

He’s definitely slipped a fourth finger inside. The stretch borders just on the edge of pain but you take it in stride. Soonyoung looks like he might cum before you do.

“I’m – oh. Just like that.” You groan deep from your core.

Your clit is throbbing with sensitivity as he continues to coax pleased sounds from your tongue. Heating from the inside out, your hands abandoned the torture on your chest in favor of keeping Soonyoung in place so you can rut against him.

A switch flips with your next moan. Hands on your stomach, your breasts, shoving your thighs out of the way as he digs into your cunt like the best meal the world will know.

“Cum for me. Please let me see you come,” Soonyoung begs.

Fizzling out, you do what he asks. Your stomach tenses for a second and then you fly off the mattress from locked muscles.

Soonyoung doesn’t stop as you twitch, nor when you kick an ankle into his side. Maybe you go a little wet at the eyes as he forces you straight into a second orgasm without an ounce of reprieve but it's probably coincidence.

Soonyoung finally moves away at an inhuman whine. His mouth is stained with the taste of you, but he wears it well. It almost makes you want to push him back down and see if you can survive a third orgasm.

To stop from blindly following temptation, you roll until you’re sat in his lap. You must look as disheveled as you feel; sweaty and strung out. Ready for more.

“Wait,” he sighs with the pain of a man delaying his own gratification. “Wear these.”

The wrinkled satin bunny ears knocked from your head earlier come back into view. Soonyoung doesn’t even pretend to be ashamed as he plants them back on your head before finding the dip of your waist again.

You hate the idea of giving in so easily, but Soonyoung’s need rolls off him in thick waves feeding straight to your ego. “Oh, but you’re not a furry?”

His cock fits well against the curl of your fingers as you stroke him, standing tall and proud from his lap. Oddly enough, you get his earlier sentiment. You’ve never thought of a dick as pretty but Soonyoung’s is nice. Red and leaking at the tip, you’re tempted to duck your chin and get a taste, but Soonyoung drags you up to his mouth before you can even make a good faith try.

“Stop being mean to me or I’ll bust a nut,” he whines.

“Can’t have that,” you snicker. “Condoms?”

“Drawer.”

The door slams open in your haste. It’s a mess of lube, sex toys, and random chargers. Who keeps a phone charger where their lube is? Too eager for the promise of such a pliable partner doesn’t leave with an interest in asking, and the way he continues to suck at your throat isn’t helping. Until you find something that stokes your curiosity even more.

“Soonyoung. What are these?”

A set of fuzzy tiger print cuffs dangle from your fingers. The jokes write themselves. But you ignore the re-occurrence of orange and black because you really want to know if he likes bondage. (Hopefully it’s a yes. Even more hopeful is he likes to be on the receiving end.)

“Birthday present.”

“Your friends are weird,” you say. “Have you used them?”

He looks shy, like he hasn’t just asked you to don animal ears and ride him into the mattress. Handcuffs are nothing in comparison but you wait out the nerves flashing on his face. “Maybe.”

“On who?”

“Umm…”

“Have you been handcuffed?”

Do you want to be? The idea is just another fantasy you’ll think about later in the dark of your room when you need a quick way to get off.

“No.”

“Lame,” you tease before tossing them to the floor and shoving a foil packet into his chest.

Soonyoung’s ability to multitask is nonexistent. Not when your nipping his ear lobe and whispering how bad you want him to fuck you; how you can’t wait to feel him inside you; how big his dick is. Perfect flattery that makes him whine and fumble the condom over and over again until you grant clemency and do it yourself.

His hands are rough against your ass as you slip him inside, slow because you want him to suffer just a little bit. Your thighs scream in protest at the angle but Soonyoung looks at you like he’s watching a miracle unfold and the discomfort is more than worth it.

If there was time, you’d let him fuck you from behind just to see how he’d fair with such a visual, but this is already dragging out too long. Soonyoung looks like he needs more time to adjust to the way he’s digging in your walls than you do. So you keep theme and start bouncing on his cock just to watch him go insane.

“God,” he grunts, neck strained and a vein rising on his forehead. “You’re fucking tight. Shit.”

Your eyelids flutter shut in focus. “Keep talking. Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels amazing, oh my god. You’re so wet.”

Your pelvis tilts so he can meet each stroke from below. The slap of skin on skin drowns out any other noise; the music, the screaming partygoers just outside. If someone walks by his door they’ll figure out what's happening in a second. Makes you want Soonyoung to be louder.

“You’re so hard for me.”

You sink flat until your ass is cradled against the firmness of his thighs. You use the leverage to sit up and give an uninterrupted view of your front; how your breasts bounce with each movement, where his cock sinks deep into your guts without any resistance.

“All for you,” he nods, eyes wild and unfocused. There’s sweat on his neck and you can’t fight the sick urge to suck against the muscle laying underneath. “Fuck you make me so hard.”

“Should’ve let me suck your dick.”

“I know,” he whines. An arm loops around your waist, crowding you into the sheets from a smooth flip. An open mouth kiss, really just panted breath and tongue, distracts you further. A thumb at your chin keeps you pliant to whatever he wants.

He rocks deeper, as if it's possible. Surges right into that spot that curls your chest tight with rough fluidity. Your thighs fold wide to give him room.

One of your hands rubs at your clit to catch up.

“God, yeah, touch yourself for me.” Soonyoung whines. “Can you come again?”

He’s not just a sub, he’s a sadist.

“I—”

“Please,” he begs with a hard rush.

“Yeah, okay,” you mumble. “Fuck me harder. Make me cum on your cock.”

You dig your free hand in his hair, tugging until it stings at the roots just the way he likes. The reward is another harsh rut of his hips that leaves you gasping for air.

“Fuck. Right there, baby,” you moan along with the sloppy noise echoing between your thighs. “Don’t stop.”

You scramble to grab his ass, pulling him flush against you for the perfect angle to batter your insides. Your skins on fire as you tumble closer and closer to that point of no return.

“Soonyoung!” you gasp. It’s right there. That blissful ending is just a hairwidth away.

“God, you’re so hot,” he folds in half as he says it, crushing you underneath his body until you're bent in half in his lap with the wet of his tongue at your jaw. “Cum for me, cum on my cock.”

You twist tighter under his insistence, shrinking and shrinking, and then — finally — it splinters. The waves rock through you, head forced back into the pillows from the force of moans wrecking your throat. “Oh— fuck, that—god. Oh.”

Vision black against the inside of your eyelids, you melt into nothing. Only Soonyoung’s grip keeps you from shaking apart into a million pieces as you whine into his mouth.

“Holy shit, that was so hot,” he’s rambling the way to his own end, hips shaky from the way you’ve wetted his cock. “You’re so hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You want to watch him cum. Even if the temptation to lay there and take it is sweet you won’t give in.

Bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, Soonyoung is a mess in his own right. Pink at the ears, lips bruised. You can’t get enough. His eyes darken as you suck along his thumb, tongue lashing against the sensitive pad. Soonyoung isn’t the only one that wishes you got to suck his dick.

“Cum on me,” you whine.

He pulls out, quickly tossing the condom aside. Your hand is already waiting to jerk him off over your body, the grease of the latex making the strokes smooth as Soonyoung fucks your fist with the same desperation as your pussy. It takes only a few thrusts before you feel the heat of his spend drip across your chest and stomach. You’re careful to stay still, body spread flat as he coats you in pale streaks.

“Fuck,” he gasps. He twitches when you don’t stop, biting his tongue through the sting of overstimulation until he has to pull away.

Soonyoung collapses to the side. Shoulder to shoulder, you catch your breaths in the dull thump of music.

“That was fun.” You pat his stomach before standing. The floor is a mess of clothes needing to be plucked through. His shirt becomes a cum rag as you wipe away the mess staining your body.

“You aren’t gonna stay?” He calls from the bed.

“No?”

Why would I? you think while pulling on your underwear.

Soonyoung watches, splayed across the bed with his dick still wet in his lap. “Then, can I, like, call you sometime?”

“No thanks.”

“If you keep being mean to me I’m going to fall in love with you.”

“Quoting New Girl isn’t giving me much incentive to be nicer,” you snort, untangling your bra.

“It’s a great fucking show.”

“Here’s a tip: if you want to fuck me again, stop being such a loser.”

“You still let me hit so I think you like losers.”

He’s smiling. You really need to find your underwear so you can get away from it.

“I like hot guys with big dicks,” you shrug. “You happen to be that.”

“I know you want me,” he sings

“Dead, maybe.”

“You’d miss my stroke game.”

“I’d love to stroke you.” You coo. “With a bat. To the head.”

“I love when you talk dirty to me, baby.” He groans with dramatic flair. “By the way, you have cum on your skirt.”

You do, on the hem somehow. A mystery to be solved when you’re safely back in the crowded expanse of a party and not alone with the guy with a tiger fetish you might want to fuck again. “Not the first time.”

“God…. Please give me your number.”

You can’t swallow the smile blooming at his request. Instead, you turn to leer over him. He’s watching your mouth, licking his lips like he wants to drag you down for another tumble. “Keep begging.”

He’s got enough humor to get on his knees and clutch his hands to his chest pathetically. You’re still close, watching him down the slope of your nose while hiding a smirk.

“Queen of my dick, please bestow a crumb of kindness and allow me the pleasure of hitting you up at 3 AM.”

“That time I almost caved.” You back away just in time for him to stumble over himself. “Too bad I don’t fuck guys into furry shit at 3 AM.”

“One, not a furry. Two, who do you fuck then?”

“One, you're not fooling anybody.” You take extra time straightening out your hair in the mirror just so he can stare at your ass. You feel him do it. “Two, myself.”

“I will pay real money to see that.”

“I know you would. So you’re never gonna.”

He’s watching you like some lovesick fool, glowing in the light with ignorance of what comes next. Part of you doesn’t want to crush someone as earnest as he is but staying the night is out of the question when you can still hear the party rattling through the walls.

“If I give you my number,” you start. “You have to give me this.”

It’s one of the smaller plushies. Soft to the touch and attached to his keys hanging by the door. It’s cute and perfect enough to satisfy your friends’ demands. Also, an excuse to see him again if you really want.

Maybe you do.

“TamTam?” Soonyoung asks from your side. You didn’t even hear him approach but he’s got boxers on so it took him a minute.

“You name your stuffed animals?”

“TamTam is special.”

“Oh, he is?” you ask. “Well, how bad do you want my number?”

“I don’t know…” Soonyoung starts.

Your face stings at the rejection but you bury it before giving it a chance to fester into something that needs thinking about. Looking back in the mirror to correct the smudges in your make is the only cover you’ve got.

“Okay,” he nods. “But if you do anything to him I will actually cry.”

TamTam is thrust into your hands and you can’t help but smile. It’s cute. Soonyoung is cute. And it actually might make you explode.

You hate it.

“I pinky promise I will throw myself in front of a bullet for TamTam.”

He locks his pinky around your extended one, “Good.”

And then he’s kissing you again. Every thought melts away under his lips, soft against your own with a new sweetness. The edge of the dresser digs into your spine as he crowds you against it for more leverage but it’s merely an afterthought.

Soonyoung (not a furry): btw i lied [12:15 AM] Soonyoung (not a furry): im not hitting you up at 3am [12:15 AM] Soonyoung (not a furry): what are you doing tomorrow night (pls say me) [12:16 AM] You: tamtam and i are busy [12:33 AM]

Maybe you smile at the string of intelligible letters you receive after sending the picture of you kissing TamTam’s cheek. It’s no one's business if you do anyway.

Taglist: @tomodachiii @cvpidyunho @miniseokminnies @ddaengpotate @arycutie

@gaebestie @primoppang @gyuguys @mine-gyu @doremifasire

@missminhoe @toplinehyunjin @crvs4vldtn @prettygyuuu @sliceofwoozi @writingbarnes

@dokyeomkyeom @christinewithluv @minwonfairy @idkjustlovingbts @wobblewobble822 @futuristicenemychaos

1K notes · View notes