iryeoni05

[iryeoni05]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND KEI

please don't repost, requests open!

taglist: @bang-chan-my-man

[iryeoni05]

[iryeoni05]

oh this is genuinely insane… practically begging him to knock me UPPPPP

[iryeoni05]

{Cinema Paradise}

Pairing: bf Sungchan х fem! gf reader х friend! Eunseok

Genre: smut 18+

Warning: unprotected! sex, blowjob

Word count: 4,2k

Synopsis: You really miss Sungchan and you decide to go to the movies together. Completely alone in the cinema... That's what you thought until you saw his friend Eunseok a few rows down. A strange thought popped into your head that you were now the main character of tonight's movie.

‘‘And no one will be there?’’ You ask quietly, following your boyfriend.

‘‘There's no one in the lobby now; everyone's on the second floor in the machine shop, filming or relaxing,’’ Sungchan tugged gently on your arm, closing the door to the small hall.

You're excited to finally be alone with your boyfriend! And in such a place - in the back rows of a movie theater! Yes, that one was small - a dark movie theater, and your last row was practically unlit. Only in the front, at the very bottom, there were, like, three people sitting there. Well, how sat: two of them were lying face down on the food table, obviously having been asleep for a long time. The third person behind them, on the fourth row farther back, on the contrary, leaned back in his chair, dropping his caped head on his chest.

‘‘Who's that, honey?’’

‘‘I don't know, I think it's the organizers of the screening, lying asleep. They came here on purpose, ostensibly to watch the material, but they actually went to sleep.’’

You thought it's really convenient, while the rest of the audience is waiting for the next show, there is time to rest. It seems that even now you can hear the quiet snoring. Sitting back down, you and Sungchan try to stare into what's happening on the screen for a couple minutes. There, the legendary former admiral of the Korean navy, Lee Sunsin, returns to command from imprisonment after the current fleet suffered a catastrophic defeat in a battle with the Japanese.

You stare for a while, and then you feel Sungchan's gaze on you. Oh yes, he's not watching a historical movie-you catch his gaze on your legs in the short skirt and long gaiters. You look meaningfully at his face and can't hold back a smile: Sungchan's cheeks and ears are instantly flushed. Your hand rests on the arm of the chair, and Sungchan suddenly covers your palm with his large, hot palm. Your gazes meet in the semi-darkness. And you can't bear to be the first to reach out and kiss him passionately. You just give yourselves a lingering, slow kiss there, behind the rows against the wall. Sungchan's warm palm rests gently on your knee. Nothing happens at first, but his hand slowly begins to move, stroking your thigh. Sungchan doesn't hold back and is already brushing his hot lips against your ear. You close your eyes from the sensation-it feels so good, and so exciting. A slight wave of excitement spreads throughout your body.

‘‘Are you ever in the movie?’’ suddenly you hear a soft whisper at your ear. Oh my God, is it really Sungchan asking? Your Sungchan? Your sweet, calm, so moral and not violent boyfriend? You instantly feel such a rush of adrenaline and crazy desire that you involuntarily clench your legs as if trying to hide some shame.

‘‘No. You?’’ you answer him softly, quietly.

Sungchan left the question unanswered, smiled faintly, and turned your face to his by the chin. And kissed you like he had never kissed you before. That kiss sent a chill through your body that turned into boiling lava, coming to the bottom of your belly. And you realized that you were just a puddle of sweat, and you couldn't resist. He moved from your lips to your cheeks and neck, covering them with passionate, burning kisses. His hands roam erratically and randomly over your body, as much as the uncomfortable position allowed. When his tongue dangles on your neck, you tilt your head slightly to the side, biting your lips languidly.

Suddenly your gaze freezes, looking forward. One of the three downstairs, as it turned out, was no longer asleep. The one who had been sitting not in the first row, but a little farther back, on the fourth. And now he turned around slightly, frowning at you and Sungchan in the semi-darkness in the very last seats. It was somewhat dark, but you suddenly recognized him easily. That dark slightly shaggy hair from underneath the dark cap. Those intelligent and large eyes. Song Eunseok. One of Sungchan's friends. Sitting there now, staring at the two of you, obviously wondering if his eyesight is failing him. Oh yes, Sungchan had often told me that his friend liked to take this kind of “retreat” under the pretext of watching or working on something, while he was either finishing materials or resting at last with the background noise of something. This was Eunseok's way of relaxing while escaping from prying eyes. Apparently, he had wandered in here by accident to relax. Except that he was clearly embarrassed by someone on top of him. You swallow for a second. Oh, it was because of Eunseok that you agreed to go to the party where you met Sungchan. You fell in love with Eunseok at first sight, but it wasn't until later that you realized it was just sympathy.

You're frankly dumbfounded for a moment, and then you meet Eunseok's gaze. Eye to eye, uninterrupted. And you both hover, silently staring at one another from this distance. Embarrassed? Embarrassed? Quickly stop? No. Something dark and insidious blossoms in your soul. And a huge smile spreads across your face, meant for your newfound audience. Eunseok flinches involuntarily, blinking twice before he's finally convinced that his eyesight isn't failing him. He recognizes you, but he doesn't say anything, just continues to stare at you silently, clearly not understanding why. And that moment, the realization that you and Sungchan are being peeped at in the semi-darkness of the cinema room to a dragging loud movie, turns you on desperately in a second. As Sungchan nibbles on your neck, you reach for his hand to slip his fingers into the slit of your slightly open shirt.

‘‘Please touch me,’’ you whisper softly, so sweetly, over Sungchan's head.

Then you squeeze his palm more insistently, suggesting caresses. Sungchan, engrossed in your kisses, easily complies, and his fingers sneak under your shirt, deftly undoing a couple of buttons until you reach the coveted hemisphere of your bra. You start to squirm oddly, clenching your knees together involuntarily, because the excitement that's building up feels so shameful you want to moan. Especially when Sungchan's fingers squeeze my nipple so tangibly through the thin fabric of my bra.

‘‘My favorite tits,’’ Sungchan whispers in your ear, squeezing, squeezing, touching, teasing.

You cringe when your boyfriend is like this - he loses his shame when he's alone with you, and instead of polite Sungchan, there's this lecherous, slutty, rude man who uses such nasty words. Except... you like it, you really like it. You sigh with that mixture of excitement that you're now being shamelessly groped in a movie theater, and that the man downstairs suddenly sees what's being done to your breasts. You can't quite make out Eunseok's expression, but you could swear that a red blush instantly covers his cheeks. Eunseok turns away abruptly, wincing. He's dumbfounded and definitely at a loss for words. He had clearly planned to sniffle and relax here in the 'silence' of the movie theater sounds, and in no way expected to witness another movie. An adult movie. You're biting your lip now, getting more and more agitated. And Sungchan's on the prowl, putting hickeys on your neck, and his fingers under your shirt crumple and crumple your breast, shamelessly tugging on the nipple. And for a moment, you almost cheer as you see Eunseok slowly and awkwardly turn his head in your direction, staring again. The two of you meet gazes, and you don't hold back, smiling full-mouth. Eunseok's eyes widen in surprise, and he immediately realizes that he's been trivialized by a mocking challenge. Decency and shame demand he turn away, but he silently continues to stare in the semi-darkness behind the indecent action for some reason. He doesn't know, and it's as if he's looking for an answer in the face of the shameless you that involuntarily wriggles there, in the chair, under Sungchan's caresses. And you like everything - the vulgar caresses of your favorite guy, and that your former crush is secretly watching you. There's something forbidden and wrong about it. And you selfishly blame it on the setting, not on your own promiscuity.

‘‘Seemingly, you bad review,’’ not guilty of the same thing, to grab your buster and slowly pull it up, unscrupulously rusty - and your chest jumping around and inertia, is in a gray area of the garment. Eunseok freezes, frozen like a stone statue, seeing this sudden striptease. But he doesn't turn away, but continues to stare quietly. And already at the naked breasts, a white spot visible in the semi-darkness of the hall. You feel strangely exultant. You realize that, deep down, Eunseok is just as much of a lecher as you are, but he's just hiding it under a nice mask. Isn't he? He's very aware of what's going on. And... he's just staring shamelessly down at the bottom of the stairs, watching the caresses on the top of the stairs escalate.

‘‘You're so soft, I missed you so much, baby,’’ Sungchan shamelessly kneads your bare breasts and whispers dirty things to you.

You melt in his arms, ready to confess all your dirty desires to him. You are just terrified of a sharp wave of shameful, criminal excitement. Exactly, because you are sitting with Sungchan, who can say the word “tits” so simply, and the next day lie in bed with a toy bear. And downstairs staring at Eunseok, who tomorrow will be embarrassed and respectful talking to other girls at work.

You shuddered: it felt so sweet between your legs, your muscles clenching hungrily, and you just had to keep from moaning loudly when Sungchan's strong fingers tugged on your nipple again. I wanted to crawl out of my chair and kneel between his legs. To give him a view of my soft breasts from below, and suck him sensuously enough to make him moan for the entire theater. Only, he'd probably notice his friend Eunseok staring, and this lewd movie session would stop. And while Sungchan is distracted by your caresses, you decide to distract him further, taking this selfish pleasure in the secret game of peeping. Your hand reaches down, covering Sungchan's groin, and then your palm presses down insistently, stroking his boner and cupping his balls tightly under the fabric. Sungchan stiffens for a second. Bites her lip and barely whimpers under your ear.

‘‘Please don't stop,’’ you whisper back to him. ‘‘Keep caressing me. And I'll make you feel good.’’ You reach for the fly of his pants, deftly undoing the zipper and then the button. In your mind, you're pleased at how soft the elastic of his underpants is, how easy it is to get his cock out.

Sungchan lets out a heavy sigh, feeling the first sure touch. For a moment, he stiffens, and just drops his face somewhere in your neck and hangs there for a moment. His breath is long, so long that it becomes so cold, and it gives you goosebumps. You shudder involuntarily at the unfamiliar sensation. And then you sigh languidly, biting your lip, unable to hold back a satisfied smile. You know perfectly well that Eunseok sees everything. He sees what your hand is doing right now, the way you're jerking Sungchan's cock with slow, languid movements, keeping the motions as playful as your mood. How Sungchan himself is clearly moaning softly into your neck, and his own hand is clutching at your breast, caressing it chaotically, his thumb crushing an aroused nipple. And you can see Eunseok's lips tighten even from this distance. You can easily guess that his nostrils are flaring wider now. You realize you're finding his hidden sin as well. He enjoys, clearly enjoys watching you now. You look at each other with a mute question, and nod subtly, as if in agreement. No, you're not turned on by Eunseok, you're only turned on by Sungchan. But right now you're spurred on by this forbidden peek. That fierce excitement that comes from the thought of being caught. How filthy! But you can't resist the urge to make this spectacle continue. Your hand keeps moving smoothly over Sungchan's cock, and he kisses your neck with a huff, already stroking your breasts erratically. And jubilation lights up in your eyes as you realize that Eunseok downstairs has fallen for your trick, stepping into this trap of lecherous play. And lost - he's turned on. You can't hide your smile as you see Eunseok's hand slowly move down to your groin, clearly pulling back your loose pants. You stare into each other's face in the semi-darkness. And Eunseok is already pleasuring himself. Slowly, with feeling, without taking his eyes off what's happening upstairs. For a moment, you even squeeze your eyes shut. And when you open your eyes, your unfocused gaze falls on Sungchan's wide-open thighs. Hips! How much you adore his thighs! Not overpumped, but strong, firm, and embossed. You love to look at Sungchan's legs when he's wearing tight pants. You also like to sit on his lap, feeling those manly, strong thighs underneath you.

You always blush involuntarily like a little girl. And Sungchan playfully asks you what happened. And you love to touch his thighs with your hands, squeezing the skin on the inside of his thighs with your fingers until it hurts, or you love to press a gentle kiss on them so that goosebumps bloom all over his body. And now you're looking at those wide-open thighs, and your hand between them with your clenched fist on his cock....

‘‘Oh, yeah, that's it!’’ you exhale softly. ‘‘Honey, I can't stand looking at your legs anymore. I want you now.’’

Sungchan barely pulls away from your neck, his gaze somewhat clouded. ‘‘Do you think we'll be able to... ”

No one lets him finish, and he doesn't ask. You just climb onto his lap, having already pulled your underwear down to the floor. But you don't sit face to face, you turn your back to Sungchan, and your front... to the unwilling spectator below. This is a game you will play to the end.

‘‘Yes, that's it,” you whisper incoherently, settling on Sungchan's thighs, squirming and squirming, finding a comfortable position. He's breathing in heavily himself from behind, trying to wrap his arms around your waist tighter. You smile. You see Eunseok downstairs sighing nervously, realizing what's about to follow. But he can't take his eyes off your naked breasts sticking out of your open shirt. You bite your lip languidly, pampered by Sungchan's strong hands on your body, the way he holds you, the way he breathes deeply, leaning back in anticipation, the way his legs tense under your weight. Not from weakness, but from anticipation. And then you lift your skirt, pulling it up to your waist so you can get a better view. And you shamelessly thrust yourself onto Sungchan's perfect hard-on.

‘‘Ah, yes!’’ You exhale at the same time as your boyfriend.

You can feel the muscles in his thighs tensing, and Sungchan can feel your vaginal walls smoothly contracting.

“It's beautiful,” Sungchan whispers softly, letting out a lewd moan.

You don't know if that blissful sound has reached Eunseok's ear, but you know for sure that he is absorbed, hypnotized by this picture that appears before his eyes. And you begin to move. Purposely bending harder, purposely smooth and ostentatious, purposely moving so that your chest shakes harder. And you know. He likes it. And him. Both of them, no matter who you think you're thinking of - the one you love, or the one you let watch. Eunseok, on the other hand, is as quiet as a little mouse. Paralyzed by what's happening. But he's tired and excited beyond belief. He won't even say what the hell is going on. What he's doing, why he's so turned on by what he's seeing? But he can't resist his lust and obsession - his hand is just cupping his own cock. Is he out of his mind? I mean, he's masturbating right now, watching his friend and his girlfriend have sex. His lecherous girlfriend, who is now lewdly enjoying him peeking in on them. Sungchan obviously doesn't see it. And that's what turns Eunseok on so much. Turns out he has a dark stain on his pure soul. But now Eunseok just watches with a whole new kind of hunger as you ride up there on Sungchan's hips, flexing languidly. How your soft breasts bounce in time with your movements. The way you suddenly lean back against Sungchan's body, spreading your knees wider apart. Eunseok can't see your crotch from this distance, of course, but his imagination quickly paints everything before his eyes in vivid colors. He can't hear it, but he imagines that squelching sound. And then he sees you resting your hands on Sungchan's hips harder, arching out and falling backward against him. How Sungchan puts one hand on your breast, greedily squeezing and playing with your nipple. As his other hand finds itself somewhere in your crotch, obviously finding the right bump. Judging by the way you bite your lip and tilt your head back, Sungchan is doing everything right and well. And Eunseok's doing fine, too - he's clenching himself furiously into a fist, his thumb running over the head of his oozing cock.

He's being quiet, incredibly quiet, playing with himself. But I want so badly to moan. But he can't, otherwise he'll wake up the two organizers snoring in the front row. So he has only one thing left to do: jerk silently, pressing his soft lips together until it hurts.

“That's it. That's it...” you don't hold back, you're already soaking wet. From your bouncing on Sungchan's cock, from his hand on your clit, from his hand on your nipple. From Eunseok's tightened lips down there and his hand moving rapidly in the semi-darkness. It was slutty, shameless, so hot. The movements were getting sharper and sharper, faster. Sungchan breathes desperately against the back of your neck, and then he can't stand it himself. He shifted his posture, leaning toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his whole body pressed against you. And he throws his hips up desperately, thrusting faster and harder into you.

Oh yeah, Sungchan's strong, he's got the stamina for this. He literally presses himself into you. And for a moment, you're scared, realizing that he's going to finish first. But for some reason you squeeze the walls of your vagina harder, giving him even more spicy sensations. And it almost makes you cry out. You can't control your face, obviously your emotions are so vivid, you open your mouth so hard, gulping in the air you're running out of, your breasts bouncing so hard and fast... That you see Eunseok below instantly begin to shake from your efforts, his eyes widening and his hand moving faster and faster. He presses his lips together harder, lest an embarrassed moan inadvertently escape from them. And then he squints sharply, lowering his head and flinching in the seat, clutching himself. And you realize he's cum. From the vulgar picture, you reach the end instantly - the subtlest, barely perceptible sob slides through your clenched teeth, and you shudder, finally getting a monstrous, yet awesome release. Sungchan, on the other hand, pushes into you again and again. Long, heavy breathing, until he suddenly bucked, as if begging for mercy:

“I'm already... I'm about to... ”

You understand him without words. You quickly slide off him, dripping onto the floor, and turn around, kneeling in front of him. Sungchan practically hisses. The heart in your chest beats in time with his throbbing cock. You take it into your mouth, so self-indulgent that his toes tweak. When you caress him with your mouth so greedily, he throws his head back. Ever since you started dating, you've realized that Sungchan is the only one you really enjoy doing this with. It feels so good to pleasure him, and honestly, this duality of what's happening brings out something in you. On your knees, tantalizing and supple - yet it's you who's persistently pulling release from him. And he gets it - Sungchan finally cumming, pressing his lips together to the point of pain. You feel like you're enjoying yourself a second time too, blissfully watching his wide-open thighs quiver with the emotions you're experiencing now.

It took a couple long minutes for you and your boyfriend to catch your breath. You didn't even realize as you were pulled upstairs and then raked into his arms. You sprawled over Sungchan's body like a doll. He was so warm, so strong, so all yours... You wanted to purr, which you did softly, resting your nose somewhere on his sweaty neck, and then smiled as you felt his fingers lazily stroking your back under the unbuttoned shirt. Sungchan was breathing heavily, regaining his breath. It was as if it was slowly dawning on him what they had just done.

“What did we do?” he said with a low chuckle, leaning his head back in his chair. “They'll find me on the video cameras and tear me apart for this.”

“No one would believe it,” you chuckle faintly back at him. “Who would say that this good guy, Sungchan, would be capable of such reckless behavior? They'll think you're being bullied,” you laugh, trying hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, and if they see it, they'll think it's just a visual hallucination, won't they?” he rolls his eyes ironically. Then suddenly he decides to look behind you, as if he's just realized you weren't alone.

Luckily, the first couple is still sleeping with their faces on the table at the bottom. And the third one is slumped over the back of the chair with his head on his side. Half lying there and not moving. He's wearing a cap, but the back of his head looks so familiar.

“I hope we didn't wake anyone down there,” Sungchan murmurs in your ear.

You smile and bite your lip, averting your gaze. Looking at you lazily from under your half-closed eyelids, Sungchan asked suspiciously:

“Why are you so happy?”

“Of course! I'm delighted!” you wrapped your arms around his neck, biting his neck in an attempt to hold back some of the moans that were coming out.

“We must have missed each other too much, or I can't explain it,” Sungchan grinned cheerfully. “Now let's go outside and clear our heads.”

You and Sungchan are trying to sneak away so quietly. Or rather, Sungchan is trying not to disturb anyone. You're laughing. You sneak a glance down, but the figure in the fourth row doesn't move. Someone's strenuously pretending to be sleeping off their ass. It amuses you.

Outside in the parking lot, you are not outside for long. The cold air is a little sobering, but it makes you freeze.

“Let's go back inside and warm up,” Sungchan pulls you back into the building, and like ninjas you try to sneak through people without anyone noticing you. You hurry to the bathroom... because already in the parking lot, you've pelted each other with dirty jokes and agreed to the point where you realize you need a second run. Right now and somewhere in the wrong place. Except that at the entrance to the farthest, uninhabited restroom, you're confronted at the door by the suddenly exiting... Eunseok. Everyone freezes up.

“Hyung, what a surprise!” Sungchan's voice breaks out involuntarily.

Eunseok puts his arm around Sungchan and then casts a strange look at you. You turned your head slightly, looking down at the floor, pretending to be so interested in your shoes. You're sure you can't bear to meet Eunseok's gaze so closely. Both from embarrassment and from just laughing merrily. Sungchan sees this awkward situation, as Eunseok eyeballs you suspiciously.

“Y/N is having trouble with the clasp on his back, we need to help,” Sungchan tells him, smiling cutely.

“Mmm...” there's a strange emotion on Eunseok's face, and you don't immediately realize that he's desperately trying to suppress a tearing grin. - Then... help the lady, and I'll pretend I haven't met you.

“We're not hiding,” Sungchan joked back.

A smile actually spread across Eunseok's face this time.

“I've already realized that,” he said cryptically, before walking around you and waving goodbye. “I dare not delay you. I'm in a hurry. And thank you for a lovely evening.”

“You're welcome”, Sungchan nods at him, and then frowns as he considers the last sentence. “What? What's he talking about?”

“Who cares!” you snicker and shove his chest with the palms of your hands. “Come on in, we don't have much time. I've missed you a lot today!”

“You did?“ he smiles at you, letting himself be led - walking easily inside the restroom under her onslaught. “Really, really, really?”

“Really, really, really, and I'm about to prove it,” you smile slyly, quickly locking the door.

[iryeoni05]

[iryeoni05]

random icon requests are open!

[iryeoni05]

{Professional Massage Love}

Pairing: doctor! Sohee х patient fem! reader

Genre: angst, smut 18+

Warning: protected! sex

Word count: 7,6 k~

Synopsis: You don't even know how things came to be, sweet massage therapist doctor Lee Sohee will change your life completely.

“Open up, open up!” you shouted pitifully, banging on the door to the basement of the clinic where you used to get massages. You knocked many times, but no one opened the door. Then you lazily banged your fist on the partition a couple times and sat down on the steps. You scratched your head and hiccupped. There were some helicopters in your head, and a strange mood enslaved you - you wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. You stared at the correspondence on your phone, the screen in front of your eyes somewhat double. No, you weren't glitching - you asked your masseur where the hell he was, they had an appointment, but he wasn't there!

And you urgently needed a massage! And not a health massage, as usual, but a relaxing one, by God! I can't bear to go through all this. You felt so lonely you wanted to whimper. You wanted human warmth and some kind of affection to calm you down. But friends and family are in another city, on the other side of the country. And only Lee Sohee came to mind - your masseur, chiropractor, reflexologist... And who else is he? It doesn't matter! What's important is that you can't find hands like this anywhere else in the universe. Big, strong, with thin fingers... that glide so smoothly on your back, working all the muscles, warming up and making you feel good... And you will die now if you don't feel them on you. And the universe heard your pleas, because above your head came that slightly muffled angelic voice:

“Y/N?”

You raised your head, sniffing your red nose. Standing over the top of the stairs was a medium-sized cute guy looking down at you wide-eyed. The lantern light cast long shadows behind you, and it looked like a halo was shining over Sohee's hair.

“You came!” you sobbed. “At last!”

God, this Sohee was so handsome - so statuesque, so cute, with a nice face, with those neat little lips almost bowed, those little slanted eyes looking at you so vividly. You were smiling so much that you were completely oblivious to the nervously twitching eyebrow on your massage doctor's face.

“Geez, were you really expecting me?” he took a quick step downstairs, hastily pulling his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door to the office space that was on the bottom floor below the clinic, roughly speaking, the basement. And you stared at him even more closely. It was the first time you saw your masseur in ordinary “street” clothes. Before that, he appeared before you in a classic white doctor's suit with shortened sleeves when he conducted sessions. Now he was wearing a gray coat over a wide hoodie, blue straight jeans, and perfect white sneakers.

“You're so handsome!” you hiccupped, almost grabbing your heart.

Sohee's eyebrows rose as he opened the door at last. He turned around, looking point-blank at the stupidly smiling you with flushed cheeks and nose.

“Don't tell me you've been sitting under the clinic door since you started stringing me all those messages,” he seemed to grimace slightly.

“Why is that? You kept not coming, doctor-o-or!” you stretched out. “Why haven't you been coming when I need you to?!”

You seemed to hear a sigh, but you weren't sure. You aghast, though, when a firm hand wrapped around your elbow and led you inside, covering the door.

“Y/N, you need to warm up. Have a seat,” Dr. Lee quickly sat you down on a couch in the hallway, having first turned on the lights in the room.

You awkwardly plopped down on your buttocks, folding your hands innocently in your lap, and stretched your mouth in a huge smile. Especially when Sohee suddenly sat down next to you and stared at you intently. God, he was so cute! Even looking at you frowning and staring at you. It seemed like an eternity, even though it was only three seconds.

“And how much have you had to drink, Y/N?” he asked businesslike.

“Я? What?!” you almost choked with indignation. “Actually, I don't drink, what are you talking about! I'm sober!”

“Oh, you mean I'm imagining things right now, aren't I?” a slight irony slipped into his voice, but you didn't notice it, drunk as you were.

“What are you talking about, doctor? Why would you say something like that?” you wouldn't on pain of death admit that you'd had a good, nervous booze binge at the bar tonight. But your beautiful masseur didn't need to know that. You don't want to be seen as a drunk. “You're saying something strange, Dr. Lee! Where do you get off saying shit like that?”

“I don't even know,” he shrugged his shoulders deftly, mimicking a thoughtful expression on his face. “Why would I say that? It's a day off, Saturday night. But my new patient texts me to say she's expecting me right now for a massage. Although we have no appointment, especially on a Saturday night. I politely tell her she's confused. But immediately I get a stream of messages, an endless, it must be said, a stream of messages that she is already in place and waiting for me. And “I'd better get my scrawny, unspanked ass over here or she's gonna bust this fucking door down.” That's a verbatim quote, by the way.”

“Yeah...brrrr...come on!” - you exclaimed, swaying slightly, Sohee in front of you oddly doubled over. “I couldn't have written that! I wrote one post in the first place. Okay, two!”

“To be more specific...” Sohee stared at his phone, scrolling through the messenger dialog with his thumb. “Uh-huh, then thirty-two messages. With content along the lines of 'massage me all over... turn me into a waterfall... want to know what else your hands can do'.” Well, that was the most relatively understandable and normal. At first I thought you'd been hacked or some guy was messing with you, but then you sent me back three voicemails with your hysterical laughter. And I realized it was my drunken patient standing underneath the clinic. It's exactly twelve o'clock at night already, by the way,” Dr. Lee looked at his watch skeptically, then shifted his gaze to the swaying you. “So? Are you going to argue that you're not wasted?”

“Well,” you frowned, pursing your lips, and then stuck out your lower lip ridiculously. “Well... maybe a little. Just the tiniest bit, huh?” you chuckled stupidly, clapping Sohee foolishly on the shoulder.

He didn't laugh back, continuing to calmly stare at you with his intense piercing gaze.

“Y/N,” he said, and his voice gave you goosebumps, it was so soft and sensual, ”who does that? Who drinks themselves into such a state and then walks down the street at night? It's fucking dangerous.”

“Why did you come anyway?” you got upset at his tone, like you were being seriously scolded. It made you feel sad for a moment. “You could have left the nasty drunk, security would have picked him up in the morning. And so you came to work with that disgusting drunk!” you wanted to say menacingly, but you hiccupped.

“I didn't say you were disgusting,” he shook his head. “You've always given the impression of a lively and sweet girl. That's why I write off what happened as some kind of nervous breakdown. Something happened, didn't it? How could I leave you alone outside the clinic, even at night? And I have a feeling you would have kicked the door down,” he grinned.

God, when he smiled softly like that, he became an incredibly adorable, sweet hippo, and your heart sank, admiring that lively face with the warm gaze.

“No one will take offense at you for snapping at some patient so late at night?” you clarified businesslike, raising an eyebrow ridiculously high. “The girl won't make a scene?”

“No,” Sohee shook his head slightly. “I live alone, I'm not in a relationship,” he blurted out, then hesitated, clearly wondering why he had decided to clarify that. Wrinkling his nose, Dr. Lee looked at you drunkenly negligent patient. “I still have to give you a good scolding after all! What if something happened to you in the middle of the night? Do you realize that in that state of mind, anything could be done to you by bad... ahem... boys, shall we say? If I hadn't come for you, you'd be freezing out here! It's freezing outside!”

“But you came,” you smiled drunkenly, tilting your head slightly to the side. “So many things you've suggested that I'm at a loss!”

“What did I offer?” he didn't immediately realize.

“Well...” you chuckled back, not noticing how long ago you had switched from polite to informal address, though you had never allowed yourself to do so before. “Ah, Dr. Lee! First of all, scold me! Scold me in a way I'll remember! You can spank me or whatever you want, huh? “Second, you said a bad boy can do anything to me, right? So be my bad boy! Do that 'anything' to me!”

Sohee's eyes bulged and they looked like big drops of water. He confusedly blinked twice, thinking he had misheard. He kept his arms crossed over his chest in a sort of closed posture, and his mouth slightly ajar. Dr. Lee literally hovered, confused, not knowing what to say. But then he flinched involuntarily when your head dropped to his shoulder. By some miracle, you were careful to lie down on top of him instead of drunkenly slumping over. You tried to be nice, but you came out being unintentionally vulgar.

“I'm so tired, Dr. Lee!” you stretched sadly, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder. Oddly enough, no one was throwing you off. “I've been in this new huge city for two years now, but I still haven't gotten into the new life... I think I'm living my best years empty, I feel like a weed among the roses... I'm so far away from my childhood friends, from my relatives... And here I still haven't found a real friend, a kindred soul... There's no time for everything... Life is all routine, all deja vu. The same thing: wake up, go to work, come back, go to bed. It's like I'm not living, I'm existing. And I begin to think that here I will stay alone, and I will grow old alone, without knowing the colors and joys of life...”.

“Don't be silly,” Sohee sighed, listening to all this drunken standup. “You are a young beautiful girl, your life is just ahead of you. Yes, routine exhausting work is the burden of many people all over the world. You do sit at the computer a lot that I now have to work hard on your muscles. But that's okay, I'll get you back together good as new,” he joked offhandedly, flicking you lightly on the nose before crossing his arms over his chest again.

“You're so sweet, Dr. Lee,” you smiled, strangely elated at his innocent touch. “You've been a ray of light in my depressingly boring life for the past two weeks, haven't you?”

“Me?” he wondered sincerely. And for some reason he couldn't hold back a smile.

“Yep,” you smiled at him. “I embarrassed you so much at the beginning...”

“Me?”

“Yes! You're so good-looking, so handsome, immediately put me at ease, easy to talk to, finding common ground right away. And your humor is funny, very funny, though you don't strain with conversations, generally an unobtrusive person...” with every word you said, Sohee couldn't help himself, and his smile grew wider and wider, though he didn't open his lips.

And you didn't stop and continued your verbal flow:

“And the specialist is so good! Everything clearly corrected, broke the stagnation, I really began to flutter like a butterfly after your hands... Well, and then and floated from your strong hands... Lately I only think about when you touch my bare skin, how sweetly and excitingly everything in my lower abdomen clenches.”

At those words, Sohee froze abruptly, slamming his eyes shut, and the smile slowly slid off his face as he tried to realize if he had understood the completely straightforward implication correctly. But then your palm rested gently on his thigh, and he flinched involuntarily, staring down.

“You're too good, Dr. Lee,” you stretched languorously, raising your head slightly, and your breath touched his neck, making him squeeze strangely. But Sohee's eyes were fixed on your hand, which was now sliding smoothly and slowly down the inside of his thigh between his widely spread legs, a typical male pose. Your palm wandered back and forth over his jeans, stealthily getting higher and higher to his groin.

“Y/N, what are you doing...”

“I like you, Dr. Lee,” you stretched out, interrupting him abruptly, and he bowed his head dazedly, staring into your flushed face. But it was as if you didn't notice him, and your drunken tongue went into overdrive. “Has anyone ever told you that your hands are a work of art? You could paint pictures with them! And those long, nervous fingers? When you run them down my legs, and then down my back... my mind immediately conjures up the dirtiest fantasies... Oh, doctor, if you knew how many times I've imagined you taking me on that massage table.... how sometimes your palm would dangerously go under the towel on my buttocks, and then those fingers would penetrate inside, making me sob loudly from such a sudden sweet invasion... I was already lying wet on the couch, and you didn't notice how I was making a good decent girl out of my last effort. ”

“Y/N, you seem quite drunk,” Sohee tensed up, blushing for some reason, which was rare for him in general. But it wasn't from disgust that hovered, but rather a sudden feeling of excitement.

Your hand wandered lewdly between his spread legs, moving dangerously close to his genitals, and you were still whispering some incoherent naughty nonsense under his ear. But still... his cock reacted instantly, becoming aroused by your sweet voice and measured movements.

“I think you're good so drunk,” Sohee tried to easily remove your palm from his thigh, but it didn't work.

“Oh, Dr. Lee!” - You moaned, almost nuzzling your neck with your nose.

Sohee's nostrils flared heavily, he felt out of place, mentally realizing how unhealthy, wrong this all was, but... but he already had a huge boner. His body responded instantly to the unpretentious caress, becoming aroused by the chaotic touch, bordering on the vulgarity end of the spectrum. Then your hand moved swiftly from his thigh, covering his groin, and your palm felt the distinct bump of arousal. A second, and you breathlessly slid your fingers over his cock beneath his jeans, and then you grasped it tighter.

“Fuck... oh!”, involuntarily burst out Sohee, totally not expecting this.

He exhaled deeply, getting nervous, but didn't stop you as you settled on him. Sohee went crazy when you rubbed against him like a cat, and it brought out certain emotions in him.

“Y/N, you...” Sohee didn't get a chance to finish because you literally fell into him with a wild kiss.

He had to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from collapsing to the floor, wriggling madly on his hips. Sohee's lips tasted even sweeter than you'd imagined. You literally moaned into his mouth, kissing him like a madwoman, not letting yourself or him take a full breath. Your fingers burrowed into his hair, pulling it back. Suddenly you heard a divine sound - a low moan escaped Dr. Lee's lips, and it blew your mind completely away.

“Take me...take me...right here! Please, Dr. Lee, please! You don't like me, do you?” you almost cried, drunkenly hanging onto him as he gently climbed up with you.

“I like you, I mean... you're very nice. When in an adequate state. And right now, you're completely drunk, my lovely patient,” with those words, Sohee suddenly threw you on his back in one fell swoop. “It's time for you to go home, Y/N, I'll drive you, we'll call a cab now. Do you even remember your address?”

“Shall we continue at my place?” you stretched out happily, chuckling and already having little understanding of what was happening, just stretching out contentedly on his powerful body. “Will you give me an erotic massage at my house, my sweet doctor?”

“I'll put you to bed, sweetie,” here he laughed softly already.

...

“No, God, please, no!” you wanted to yell at the whole universe, but you only muffled a muffled moan, covering your face with your hands, and then covering yourself tightly with a pillow.

Okay, it was stupid, but no dumber than what you'd done last night. The hungover morning was met with a stiff hangover, followed a short while later by a flood of memories. You'd never been drawn to drinking, getting drunk wasn't really your thing at all. You wanted to howl in horror, remembering everything that had happened. Rolling over onto your stomach and falling face first into the pillow, you howled, childishly kicking your arms and legs on the mattress, trying to keep away the unreal shame. After you calmed down a little, you thought about writing an apology to Dr. Lee. But when you opened your correspondence with him, you almost howled with renewed vigor when you saw that you'd been writing to him for half an hour before he came running to the clinic late at night to pick you up. God, it was a real shame! In the beginning it was just drunken ramblings, and then some horny phrases, wild words, vulgar undercurrents and vulgar sentences. “Turn me into a waterfall with your fingers!” Oh, for fuck's sake! That's the most vile and vulgar thing your drunken mind could think of! You threw the phone away in hysterics, burning with shame. It took you an icy shower and three cups of coffee to calm down a bit. But while you were suffering over the phone, thinking how to apologize nicely, Sohee texted first. With trembling hands, you opened the correspondence, reading his message. He asked how you were feeling, if you needed help with pills after a hard hangover. He also reminded you that you had one last session left. You almost sobbed in embarrassment. Well... at least he knew you were wasted.

Y/N: “Oh, Dr. Lee, this is so embarrassing! Let's just say you don't owe me anything more! I called you in, so to speak, on an off day in the middle of the night! Let's just say that was the last session. It was all paid for in advance. Can this at least be compensation for my terrible behavior? I'm willing to pay extra for what happened so that you won't complain...”

Dr. Lee Sohee: “Don't be silly. I won't complain anywhere. I'm not offended. We will have one last session with you, work out your back, don't worry. I don't like not doing my job. Pardon the tautology.

Y/N: “No, no! Let's just call it a day! I'm so embarrassed! Let's just consider this our last session!”

Of course, you were eager to meet this charming doctor again, to listen to his calm, measured voice, his uncomplicated jokes, to feel his soft yet powerful touch... Oh! What are you thinking? You'll never be able to look at him again without getting embarrassed. All week you ignored him. But everything changed one Saturday afternoon when you got a sudden message from Sohee.

Dr. Lee Sohee: “Good afternoon, Y/N. I still insist that we finish therapy. The clinic is going on a little vacation from the middle of the month, for major renovations, so we need to make it in time. Today is Saturday, of course, but I am free at 7:30pm, you will be the last patient. Come, don't forget a towel and a good attitude. No objections will be accepted.”

Y/N: “Good afternoon, Dr. Lee! We've discussed that I can't bother you anymore, so we're done.”

Dr. Lee Sohee: “I did not agree to this. We have one outstanding but paid procedure left. Either email me your bill and I'll refund your money.”

Y/N: “What? No! No, no! What are you, doctor? Don't! Besides, I'm busy today. I have recycling!”

Dr. Lee Sohee: “I met your colleague who recommended me to you yesterday. According to her, you are free, you don't have any overwork on your Saturday off. So don't make up an excuse. And I have a free night for an appointment. I'll be waiting for you anyway. If you don't show up, I'll ask for your card number. I don't want other people's money.”

Y/N: “Okay, Dr. Lee, I'll be there. Saturday, 7:30 p.m.”

...

You showed up like a bayonet at the appointed time. Even though you were nervous as hell. Sohee, on the other hand, greeted you as usual - calmly, with a duty smile.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he looked like he was somewhat engrossed in filling out some sort of log, and wasn't really paying much attention to you. “Give me a couple minutes while I finish this paperwork. You two get undressed and lie down in the meantime. Well, business as usual, you know.”

In a way you were glad he wasn't paying attention to you yet, and you were able to quickly get ready and lay down quietly on the massage table. You even lowered your eyes down shamefully when the doctor finally approached you, quickly kneading and warming up your hands.

Damn hands! Just looking at those fingers made you want to whimper with anticipation. You hoped no one heard your nervous sigh.

“How are you feeling?” smiled Sohee softly, appearing above you. “It's been a while. Feeling any improvement from our massage sessions?”

“Yeah... I feel much better. I'm really thrilled,” you stretched awkwardly, trying not to look at his thigh looming in front of your gaze.

Even though it was in standard medical pants, you felt like you even remembered to the touch what it was like. It made your cheeks blush strangely.

“That's good, good to hear,” Sohee nodded contentedly, gently touching your exposed shoulders. “Well, let's get started. I won't torture you so much today for the last time, just give you a good workout.”

Dr. Lee began to knead you so thoroughly that you were unable to hold back a prolonged groan as the masseur worked the muscle on your shin particularly tightly.

“It used to be all clogged up here, but now you're responding easily and not as tight as you were in the beginning.” Sohee said, stroking the muscle.

“Must have gotten used to your hands,” you blurted out before you thought, then grimaced in embarrassment at yourself.

Thankfully, he somehow reacted softly to what you said:

“That's good to hear, too,” he mumbled, running his thumbs from top to bottom along your sides, kneading the muscles. You wanted to purr with pleasure, but you miraculously restrained yourself and just lay there. At least you didn't drool, soaking in the physical pleasure.

At one point, you even felt as if Dr. Lee's movements had changed. Like they were gentler and more sensual? No, that's crazy! Still, you were quickly lost in the pleasurable sensations as the man's hands slid down your back so sweetly and confidently.

“Are you comfortable with my strength? I can do both stronger and weaker,” it suddenly sounded above your head.

“Can you do stronger on my neck, please?” you replied.

And immediately you wanted to whimper as those divine hands slid down your shoulder blades, wrapping around your neck, kneading it. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, long fingers sliding in and out of your neck, wrapping strangely around it, sometimes going forward, up to your throat, weightlessly squeezing and pulling. You tensed. But not from tension, but from the dubious pleasure spilling through you. Those hands felt as if they were caressing you, subduing you, bending you beneath them. You couldn't see Dr. Lee's face, but you imagined him sliding his gaze over your vertebrae, examining the back of your head, tensing his arms with a deliberate strain that made the veins on his forearms faintly visible. You swallowed nervously, for some reason suddenly imagining those longer, more divine fingers closing harder around your neck and pulling you to him. The thought instantly made something sweet twist in the bottom of your stomach, and you fearfully clenched your thighs together.

“Relax, don't clench,” Sohee reached out softly, smoothly going over your shoulders and rubbing them so well that you suddenly couldn't stand it and let out some sort of slight moan. It was a little obscene, even.

“I'm sorry,” you blurted out embarrassedly, glad he couldn't see your instantly flushed face.

“It's okay,” a chuckle echoed above your head. But her thoughts left the chat room as he began to gently squeeze her sides and make a semblance of a vibration.

You almost whimpered as you felt warm, strong fingers once again dangerously on the sides of your breasts, and then actually began to slightly graze the hemispheres at your armpits. Gently so, gently massaging. I wish he'd flip her over now, and those palms would come down smoothly on her breasts, rotating them in different directions...

“Everything okay?” Sohee, as he sensed your thoughts, immediately raised his voice.

“Yeah... I just twitched unintentionally.”

“Did I hurt too much?”

“No, you did too nice.”

“I'll stretch your legs,” Sohee's voice was clear and steady, no questionable innuendo. And for some reason, that was whetting your appetite even more. But then suddenly you realized that nothing had happened for a couple of seconds. You turned your head sideways, and you were immediately touched by his hands as Sohee began to gently knead the first shin. But for a moment, you thought he jerked his head, as if warding off a strange obsession of his own, and quickly pretended to continue working. With wide strokes, Dr. Lee stroked and then rubbed your legs. It seemed that his movements were more powerful than usual, but you liked it even much better. You were already so relaxed, completely supple, enjoying the way Dr. Lee began to knead your shins and calf muscles, kicking out all the fatigue and tension. But then his fingers began to move dangerously higher and higher, and you ducked your eyes as you began to feel the unfortunate towel on your ass from his vibrations begin to tug treacherously.

“Ouch!” you smiled awkwardly, and your hand yanked downward on its own, pulling the towel lower by machine.

“Y/N, you mustn't move during my massage,” Sohee said naively sternly, gently removing your hand and placing it by your wrist along your torso.

That sudden touch of his made you feel like something shot through your entire body.

“I'm sorry, I thought it was embarrassing,” you blurted out thoughtlessly.

“I'm not embarrassed by anything. I'm fine with everything. You weren't so modest on that particular Saturday close to bedtime.”

You almost forgot how to breathe, choking on air. You'd never expected a reminder like that. Especially now that he had completely put your guard down.

“Jesus!” you exhaled. “Why did you remind me, I just stepped away!”

A chuckle. An amused chuckle echoed above your head.

“Are you laughing, Dr. Lee?!” you exclaimed indignantly and tried to turn around.

“No, lie down,” it suddenly sounded so commanding that you immediately obeyed. “You will stand up and turn around when I tell you to.”

You slammed your eyes shut, trying to comprehend this abrupt change. Dr. Lee had never spoken like that. Right now, though, his deliberately lowered voice made something strange, something languid tighten in your chest... Or between your legs?

“Y/N...” his voice became even quieter, even more ingratiating, as his long fingers gently began to stroke the inside of your thigh. “Be a good girl if you still want to know what these hands can do. That's what you were so interested in, wasn't it?”

Your heart skipped a frantic beat and your mouth dropped open, but the words sank into your parched throat. What was that now?

“Are you mocking me now, doctor?” you stretched out resentfully, coping with a second of confusion. “I did apologize, didn't I? I'm truly sorry. I'm sorry that something like that happened.”

“You know, I'm not sorry,” followed the ironic reply. “I've been thinking about it all these days afterward... And I'm awfully anxious to believe that you like me after all.”

You were shocked, moving your lips soundlessly and trying to digest what you'd heard. It was as if the air had left your lungs.

“Relax, don't tense up so much, it's not like I'm going to hurt you,” Sohee continued calmly, massaging your thighs in smooth circular motions, somehow dangerously going under the towel and touching the beginnings of your buttocks with the pads of his fingers. “I'd love it if you'd do it again, I made sure of it. Because I really like you right here.”

“W-what...” was all you managed to blurt out, completely confused. But then you let out a nervous sob of sharp emotion as those long fingers suddenly pulled the towel away from your body, exposing your ass to his full view. “Dr. Lee!” you squeaked softly, but you froze like a statue, unable to move.

And when his big hands touched your buttocks, almost completely covering them, but began to massage the hemispheres gently, absolutely gently, all the air seemed to rush out of your chest. And seeing that you didn't resist in any way, continuing to lie dazedly on the table, Sohee hummed oddly, quite so, and practically rumbled.

“Oh, my darling,” he said softly, caressing the hollow beneath your buttocks, pulling the firm flesh upward, and the first sobbing moan suddenly escaped your throat at the shameful, sudden sensation. Sohee, on the other hand, smiled contentedly. “I won't lie, but I liked you right away. And at some point I caught myself thinking that the feeling wouldn't go away, and I wanted to get to know you better.”

You listened to him in a kind of stupor. And it seemed to you that all this was not happening to you. Especially when Sohee's fingers, gently massaging your buttocks, suddenly began to touch your crotch dangerously and casually. He even seemed to hesitate for a moment, but sensing no negative reaction, he began to tease further with strange caresses while continuing his monologue at the same time:

“Our conversations during the session could hardly be called deep,” he grinned, ”but I'm a pretty good judge of character, and you seemed very nice. At one point I even realized I was charmed. But asking out a patient seemed too unprofessional. I was afraid you'd think I wasn't serious or even perverted. But I guess I wasn't the only one. Right, Y/N?”

You let out a strange squeak as the intensity of Sohee's touch between your buttocks became visible and insistent, and... you were fucking loving it, despite the absurdity and vulgarity of what was happening. Who are you lying to - you were already wet and damp down there. He'd soaked you, relaxed you, made you sweat under his beautiful strong hands.

“And while I was a good boy,” Sohee smiled, one hand caressing your crotch and the other kneading the raised buttock with tenacious fingers, ”someone turned out to be a very, very bad girl, awakening shameful fantasies in me with their drunken delirium. So base but hot that I couldn't rest for a week, still remembering your hand on my thigh.”

“But you didn't do anything then...” you stretched out, wriggling under his increasingly insistent caresses, almost whimpering as you felt the fabric already soaked under his fingers. You didn't even notice as you both shifted into informal conversations. “Didn't even try...”

“Are you serious?” snorted Sohee, and for the first time there was a disgruntled note in his voice. “You were drunk off your ass, Y/N! Only the last brute would take advantage of a girl in that state. And I don't seem to be one of those. I prefer things to be consensual, like a normal person. And at least I don't feel any resistance right now.” he slapped your ass lightly, making the firm flesh shake with the slam of his palm. And you exhaled heavily. And finally gave up.

You were so floating under him by now that she just craved this hot, not at all chaste adventure.

“Roll over onto your back’’ the calm, somehow commanding tone with which he said it made your hamstrings tense strangely and sweetly in excited anticipation. You rolled over slowly, kicking the crumpled roll away from under you and onto the floor. It was only when you were on your back that you almost lost all the air in your lungs again, because you finally met Sohee's eyes for the first time. No, good boys don't look like that, definitely not. Like this, languidly, greedily, languidly looking at your naked body. At that, a slight half-smile flickered across his deceptively calm face. Just that kind of scrutinizing stare made you cum in a flash. Sohee's hands slowly reached for your legs, sliding down your feet, then your ankles, reaching your knees, while his torso slid lower and lower toward you. But then he straightened up sharply, and you cried out involuntarily when you were suddenly grabbed by his legs and pulled to you, on the edge of the massage table. And your crotch slammed into Dr. Lee's groin.

“Hold on, don't fall,” Sohee said slyly, all playing that deliberate politeness. “Put your feet together.”

You did just that, bending your legs fully at the knees so your feet rested on the edge of the table, dangling slightly. Sohee pressed himself tighter into you, settling between your legs, and you saw his distinct arousal, which the thin fabric of his white pants no longer concealed. And then Dr. Lee leaned over deliberately slowly, and his delightfully large hands with long fingers covered your naked breasts, literally beginning to knead and play with them quite a bit.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” he informed you with the most nonchalant look, gently kneading and massaging the firm flesh.

You bit your lip, trying not to make some embarrassed sound as Sohee shamelessly touched your breasts, gently massaging them, caressing them with his thumbs, making your nipples swell more and more clearly. At one point, you couldn't help it: your own hands flew up, gently resting on Dr. Lee's exposed forearms, the short sleeves of the medical top covering only the shoulder just above the elbow. You couldn't resist touching those magical hands that had thrilled your blood for so long. Your fingers slid over his skin, gently stroking, probing, writhing. And then your palms covered his, guiding the movement of his hands on your chest.

Then Dr. Lee leaned in sharply, causing you to wriggle beneath him in surprise, and then the subsequent piquant, so intimate feelings. Because his lips gently nipped the first nipple, taking to licking and sucking it lustfully.

“Oh, Dr. Lee!” you awkwardly moaned, lost in both embarrassment and shameless bliss at the same time.

Your fingers surged upward again, this time burrowing into his thick hair, which was so silky and soft to the touch that you experienced a strange sweet pleasure, tugging at the strands, playing, savoring this strange feeling. But a moan suddenly escaped your lips as Sohee pulled your nipple away slightly, his other hand gently squeezing your other breast with his other hand, his strong body literally pressing yours into the table. A moment and one of his hands, slowly stroking your body, went down, penetrating under your panties. And already a distinct sob escaped your lips as those long fingers reached down again, starting to massage your clit so sharply and pleasantly, while simultaneously and periodically caressing your crotch between your labia.

“Sohee... Oh, yes,” you whispered quite quietly, barely audible, arching up nervously beneath him.

It felt so good, so damn good, you didn't care how wrong it felt. His magical touch was taking you to the peak. And he was so gentle and careful, caressing your breasts with his mouth and your crotch with his fingers, that your body finally relaxed, surrendering to the man's caresses. You moaned shamefully as you began to move, wiggling your hips in time with his fingers and arching your back on the table, exposing your breasts to his bold, confident lips.

“How does it feel?” Sohee broke away for a moment to ask a joking question, but his lips quickly found their way to your neck, gently biting the soft skin of your throat. But his fingers only intensified the caress, making your knees bent at the knees with your legs spread wide apart twitch nervously. “Are you enjoying everything? Any complaints?”

“Just one,” you muffled. “That you didn't do it sooner.”

Sohee chuckled softly, biting down a little harder on the thin skin on your neck. His own fingers slid confidently into your panties, agonizingly mocking you. He smiled, feeling the wet muscles twitch and ripple as he caressed your already completely wet crotch. The pace of his movements seemed almost greedy, awakening some shameful sensation in you.

“You're very beautiful. Especially under me like this,” he whispered in your ear, and the whisper seemed unrealistically erotic.

Your head immediately spun as Sohee sweetly dug his beautiful, pink lips into your open mouth. You gave into the kiss at once, clutching your man's shoulders, pulling him tighter against you. And Sohee kept kissing and kissing, and it was akin to a fire. His lips were soft and hot, so insistent. You closed your eyes, dissolving into a kind of blissful tenderness. He sucked on your lips, and you moaned in pleasure. Sohee took them deep into his mouth and nibbled on each one in turn, licking them with his tongue at the same time. Then he broke away, passing quick pecking-kisses down to your chin, biting the wet skin at your throat just once, and looked into the eyes that opened for him.

“You okay?” asked Sohee. His fingers slowly slid down your thighs, then stroked your knees. “I'm not badly prepared for a new kind of massage? Sorry, first time giving one to a patient like this” he said with the most nonchalant look.

You only exhaled with a chuckle, still struggling to calm your breathing.

“It wasn't bad,” you stretched out. “It was normal.”

“Normal?” Sohee's eyebrow went up ironically. “That hurts to hear.”

“Oh, come on, Dr. Lee! It's not like you're done! What about the basic massage? The internal one?” you couldn't help yourself, chuckling at the low joke yourself. “You set that up on purpose, didn't you? I hope you took care of the protection?”

“Insult to injury, I'm a seasoned professional,” Sohee grinned, and then in one fell swoop pulled his top off over his head.

It took your breath away, staring at his abs, at the bare belly that pressed in with the movement as his body flexed. Sohee had just enough time to remove the top before you sat up on your buttocks and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a demanding kiss to his lips. He smiled against your mouth and then deepened the kiss himself, tossing your top off of him and onto the floor. His large palms found themselves on your bare shoulder blades, pulling your body tighter against his. Sohee's hand slid down, reaching into his own pants pocket and pulling out a square condom packet.

“Prepared after all,” you grinned, dropping your head to his shoulder and stroking his collarbones with your fingers.

He pulled back a little, and then in one fell swoop, as if you weighed nothing, he flipped you over, forcing you onto your stomach. You barely cried out, feeling your legs fluttering in the air, but you were immediately pulled up, keeping you from falling off, and your feet hit the floor. Now you were lying with your body against the massage table, your feet on the hard surface and your ass lusciously jutting out toward your masseur. Warm fingers touched your buttocks, gently running their pads over them, and then gently pulled down your panties, exposing your trembling legs. You turned around and watched Sohee, rising back up from his squatting position, pulling off his pants and then his socks, stretching out completely naked. Your breath caught, and your eyes fairly looked over his shoulder at his nakedly beautiful body, so slender but with outlined muscles. You couldn't help but admire Sohee's long fingers smoothly tearing open the packet and then confidently rolling the rubber over his cock, involuntarily moving your fist back and forth for a taste. His gaze from his hard-on quickly shifted to you.

“You say you want an internal massage?” he asked in his most casual tone, coming in close.

“Yes, Dr. Lee,” you nodded, cradling your breasts and belly on the massage table and resting your head more comfortably. “Massage everything inside well, please.”

“That's the most vulgar and cheapest thing I've ever heard about my profession,” he said with a smirk, stepping up close and positioning his cock between two luscious buttocks.

Sohee entered you slowly, very slowly. First to the middle of his cock, then pulled out, and then painfully smoothly began to enter again, teasing both you and himself. Your toes tucked on the floor, your feet almost toe-to-toe as you automatically arched your ass toward him. Your hands gripped the edge of the massage table tighter, and you bit your lower lip in anticipatory pleasure as you were slowly pushed onto his hard-on.

Dr. Lee himself let out a long exhale, finally entering your hot, wet gut. He took his time so far, giving the frankly moaning you beneath him a chance to get used to him. You were already so relaxed - both with your whole body after the massage, and inside from the copious lubrication after your orgasm. And Sohee gradually began to move faster, already entering fully at full length. The sounds of the two bodies slapping against each other, the barely audible squelching sound of the cock in your crotch made him get hotter and hotter, gradually losing control. Sohee thrust more and more greedily, especially when you responded to his gasping, sweet moans on the table beneath him, submitting to his every move. And when he sped up even more, unable to hold back, you moaned languidly and openly into his voice.

“Fuck, yeah...” was all Sohee exhaled. For as soon as you arched up harder under him and moaned so sweetly pitifully and shrilly, he finally snapped.

He wrapped his arms around you just below your waist, tightly and confidently, and moved actively, thrusting in and out, enjoying the delightful sight of your buttocks swaying with each slap against his groin. And the sight of his own cock - coming in and out of the tight, so wet crotch - penetrating into you so beautifully... it made him hot, and he began to breathe languidly, occasionally emitting a barely audible sigh or moan. And when the pleasure began to overtake him, Sohee leaned over, grasping the edges of the table with his hands, his palms near your palms, his lips touching the back of your head, kissing gently, his nose burrowing into your disheveled hair. You moaned even more clearly-the touch of his head and his somewhat soaked chest against your back made everything feel like it was much sharper. He slowed down a few times to turn your face to his and sink an almost rough kiss-bite into your ajar lips, which were desperately grasping for air and responding to his wild kisses.

“Ahhh... ahh... please...” you moaned something, already lost in the sensations as Dr. Lee enthusiastically fucked you, seemingly deeper and deeper.

Sohee pressed his forehead sharply against the back of your head and pounded at a frantic pace, fucking desperately, animalistic, seeing how much you were enjoying it. He moaned, enjoying your long moans, and... and cum instantly, awash in his own sensations. He cum violently, pouring out after a few moments, hot and sweet, and his own buttocks trembled so palpably. You smiled blissfully, spread out on the table. There was some inexplicable pleasure in knowing and feeling that this amazing guy had taken the strongest pleasure in you. That strange emotion was intoxicating. And you smiled even wider, feeling his hitched breath at your ear - Sohee had gone soft on you, though he was still in control of his weight. He was breathing heavily, covering his eyelids and savoring this moment of their togetherness and the spilling bliss of exhaustion. You opened your eyes, looking sideways: your hands were lying side by side on the table. And you instantly intertwined your fingers, squeezing them in a gentle vise.

“I think I'm a fan of your hands,” you whispered quietly, unable to suppress the broad smile tearing outward. “They're delightful. They've tamed me.”

“I think I'm a fan of all of you,” Sohee whispered back. He lifted his head slightly, rubbing his nose against your cheek a couple times, trying to kiss you gently and possessively.

[iryeoni05]

{With You I’m Never Tired}

Pairing: bf! Wonbin х gf fem! reader

Genre: smut 18+

Warning: unprotected! sex, blowjob

Synopsis: You like to take baths. But one night everything changed - Wonbin came home tired, and you wanted to cheer him up. You definitely did it!

As you plunged into the hot water, you couldn't help but sigh contentedly. Taking a bath can be more than just a hygienic procedure, it can be a real session of relaxation and pleasure. You had already added strawberry-scented pink salt, put many candles instead of the usual lighting and turned on soft music: it was especially magical to soak to your favorite relaxing tracks. But you can't be alone - you hear the sound of the door opening in the corridor. The person who came for a while rummages around in the corridor, hangs out in the room, obviously arranging things, and after something long time no sounds are heard.

‘‘You didn't fall asleep in there?” you jokingly raise your voice so she can definitely be heard. ‘‘I keep waiting for you to remember me.’’

‘‘And you're home after all, baby’’ you hear a tired voice from the room.

Your boyfriend moves almost silently - you only hear him already when he opens the door, yanking the squeaky bathroom knob. Wonbin appears on the doorstep and surveys the room with interest: his eyes quickly run over the burning candles, the playing speaker, and then your naked body in the tub. Something contented flashes in his gaze, even though he seems so tired. Even so, you can still feel your heart pounding with vivid feelings of joy and delight. How bloody handsome he is!

“You look so tired, Bin-a...”

“Oh, it was eight hours without a break. Practicing a new performance for the upcoming awards,” Wonbin sighed. “I can't feel my legs, arms, or back. I feel like I'm going to fall and nothing's going to move me.”

“So come to me,” you answer him, and you can barely hide the slight guile in your voice. “The hot water will relax a tired body.”

Wonbin raises an eyebrow faintly, smiling slyly himself:

“Sounds like fun, baby. And at another time, I'd take it with great enthusiasm. But right now, I'm really very tired. I'm afraid I can't give you something more that you obviously want.”

“Come on! Why are you getting so intimate? I'm just going to help you relax. Lie down with me. When was the last time we did that?” you roll your eyes theatrically, chuckling.

“We only had a shower in the last apartment,” your boyfriend hums. “But well... I can't say no to you, especially since I don't mind lying here with you.”

“So get undressed,” you simply command, not taking your calm studying gaze off him. “Or are you so tired that I have to help you?”

“You'll flood the floor,” Wonbin grins. “I'll try to handle that one myself.”

You barely hold back an impenetrable face. You know you're both playing around, puffing up in front of each other. Truth be told, you were expecting him tonight just for a hot night, pining for him. Of course you wouldn't be so selfish, seeing how tired your poor boy is. But you suddenly realize just how hard you're going to have it for the next couple of minutes - all the calm and contrived composure pales before the way Wonbin is undressing now. Slowly, but not slowly, with a clear realization of why he's getting rid of his clothes. It's as if he's mocking you, showing himself in all his glory. The sweet anticipation makes you squirm against your will on the bottom of the tub.

“Are you teasing me on purpose with your striptease?” you pretend to be completely unfazed.

“It would be something to behold,” he snickers back.

“Liar. I'd bet you are. You know very well yourself that there's plenty to see.”

Wonbin smiles that soft, enigmatic smile of his and gracefully pulls his black hoodie down over his head. Then picks up the edge of her white sleeveless t-shirt and pulls it off following, showing off to you embossed belly, and shakes head with a sort of blissful sigh. The sight of your boyfriend makes you bite your lip, still admiring him. Wonbin's skin was covered in a light sweat from today's training. His thick black hair fell beautifully over his face as he tilted his head forward and fiddled with the belt of his pants, and the veins in his arms were showing from the exertion, driving you crazy just looking at him. You can't sit idly by anymore-so eager to touch him everywhere. You shift your posture, slowly making your way to him in the uncomfortable tub. Wonbin, on the other hand, is not without pleasure as he glides his eyes over your naked body, the racy picture that appears before him. He is so tired, but his hand reaches for your breasts, swaying in front of him. It squeezes gently, lazily stroking as you sit on top of him in the water, comfortably settled, revealing your slender, athletic body.

“You're beautiful,” you whisper to Wonbin, knowing how those pathetic words please him so much.

He loves compliments and blooms at any of them. Your wet fingers slowly dipped into his thick hair, and your nails gently massaged his scalp, relaxing and pleasurable. Wonbin's eyes immediately closed, and he let the pleasure manifest itself with a quiet, womb-like growl.

“I'd give anything in the world for this caress,” he whispers in your ear, and his palms end up on your back, gently stroking the wet skin.

“I love your hair so much,” you whisper, leaning into his face. “Especially when it grows back like that.”

You squeezed it harder in your grip a couple times, giving it a rough caress, then replaced it with a gentle one, still going over his scalp as gently as before. Then your nimble fingers moved from the black mop to the tips of his ears. Wonbin's body tensed as you teasingly traced your pads gently around his ear lobe, pulling the lobe gently away, playing and massaging. Then you pressed lips to the cartilage:

“I like your ears so much. It makes me want to whisper the sweetest things into them.”

Wonbin opened his eyes widely, marveling at the sight of your breasts in front of his nose. His palms slid down your back, caressing your buttocks, his fingers digging harder into your flesh in response to the sudden surge of desire. And he thought he was dead tired. He was still too lazy to move, though, wanting to sink blissfully beneath your caresses, so staying still seemed the best answer to this game. Your lips, meanwhile, slipped from his ear to trace a barely perceptible path down his cheek, kissing softly. Then you covered his eyes with a barely perceptible touch of your lips. Wonbin covered his eyelids, and you savored that magical tickling sensation from his fluttering lashes. Your palms gently reached up to his cheeks to lift up his gently smiling face.

“I love your magical eyes. They're too magical not to drown in them.”

Your gaze and fingers moved to his lips, and Wonbin realized he was captivated by your attentive, focused expression on his bottom lip. His mouth readily opened and he bit down on your finger with his teeth, unable to resist, teasing the pad with the tip of his tongue and gentle sucking. Your breath caught in your throat and your hips gripped him harder.

“Oh...I love your plump lips so much. They're impossible not to kiss.”

The next second your own lips were on his, your fingers reluctantly giving way to teeth and tongue. You groaned shamefully and exhaled as tense nipples teasingly touched his chest at the water's edge. Wonbin's wet hot mouth was all yours, and he slowly slid his tongue over your soft lips, teeth, palate, and hot tongue. His kissing was superb. Wonbin's hands were suddenly around your hips, his fingers painfully close to where he wanted to plunge in, but somehow managed to hold back. You pushed him away, breaking the kiss abruptly and leaving them both panting and unsatisfied. You sucked in air deeply, calming down, your hands gently stroked his beautiful shoulders, running your fingers over the soft skin, leaving behind reddish marks, and he arched his back towards you with a groan. You sighed intermittently, rubbing yourself against him, your own back arching in pleasure.

“I love that you're strong, years of training have made you so hardy.”

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms tightly around him, pressing yourself against his chest. You wanted to wriggle and squirm on him, taking a strange pleasure from just the friction. But the tired Wonbin was in control and put two palms down on your thighs to hold you back.

“And I like all of you.”

His voice is so deep and commanding, and you freeze, covering your eyes for a second in an attempt to control yourself. And when Wonbin gently begins to trace circles around your lips with his tongue, you fight the sharp urge to wrap your head around his, making him swallow you whole.

“And I like you all, whole,” you smile back at him, hugging him tighter.

Your hand reaches down somewhere, finding the drain under his buttocks and pulling out the plug, the water slowly beginning to drain.

“Shouldn't we be leaving?” asks Wonbin frustratedly, looking down somewhere.

“No, I just want to drain some water...for convenience.”

“What are you up to?”

Instead of answering, you smile slyly, nibbling on his chin. The water went away, exposing your skin, and he could feel the heat of your being, much hotter than the cooling water, lightly touching and teasing the aching erection.

“You're a liar, you said you were tired, but I see otherwise,” you hum, watching the blood rush to his cock.

“I'm still wildly tired, he's on his own,” he chuckles lazily and embarrasses himself a little.

“Well, we'll talk to him ourselves then, and you stay out of the way,” you state seriously, closing the plug on the tub.

There's not much water left to cover his buttocks, and it wasn't cold to sit in. You stroke his wet thighs, pressing your fingernails gently into them, and Wonbin bends his legs slightly at the pleasurable sensation. But then, as if regaining his senses, he spreads them as wide as the tub will allow. He's already anticipating what's coming next. Your breathing becomes short and frequent, and you assume a very lewd pose, bending beautifully on all fours, bowing your head, tucking your beautiful buttocks upward. You sway a little, lewdly watching, and then you take his cock in your hand, squeeze it and begin to move slowly, caressing it so demandingly. Wonbin sighs heavily from the sensations. Tilts his head back, arching his back, and breathes so noisily and frequently, like he's ready to cum right now.

“And how can I relax, baby?” he hisses, not realizing himself whether he's going to relax or die of pleasure. “Oh... Y/N...”

“I don't know, honey... I'll try,” you smile at him.

Wonbin lifts his head and watches unfocused as your fist slides smoothly over his aroused organ.

“Baby...slow down a little...” he whispers warningly. His knees jerk, he wriggles painfully and sweetly at the same time. Of course, you don't listen, caressing harder, squeezing harder, making him catch air with noisy breaths. “Fuck, Y/N...” on an exhale, Wonbin whispers, closing his eyes.

Your hand moves so mind-blowingly greedy, Wonbin rolls his eyes and moans softly, letting his voice trail off. It makes you so turned on, and you suddenly lose your pace to reach up and grab his neck, pulling him to you, and then kiss him especially greedily, tongues wetly entwining, licking his lips, slowing your caresses. Finally, taking a second to catch your breath, you push Wonbin back onto his back against the side of the tub and slide back down to his hips again. You want to pamper him today, because there's a reason he's complaining about being tired. You lift his cock with your hand and gently tickle the head with your tongue, then take it into your mouth, wrapping it wetly around your kissed lips. He looks at you with a hazy gaze and doesn't try to control the process-he's already in agreement. You're driven crazy by his wandering languid gaze, which is so full of desire and a kind of gratitude. Wonbin feels well the first wet touches, the playful touches of tongue and fingers. The sensations are amazing. Only you know how to squeeze with your lips in such a way that every movement takes the breath out of you. Swallowing all the way down, you also stroke the shaft with your tongue. Wonbin's just moaning. He can't help but moan because he never feels this good. Only at times like this, when your hot smooth lips are on his cock, when the head rests against your wet throat. You caress him long enough so that your cheekbones have time to tire. His taut, embossed belly quivers in the first spasms, but there's still no way he's cumming, having overworked himself for the day.

“Y/N...” one hand of his is suddenly at your back, the other sinking into your hair, clasping those in his fist, pulling on you, making you drop your cock from your mouth with a peculiar squelching sound. “Come here.”

Wonbin just pulled you into a kiss, feeling the brackish taste of his lube on your lips.

“You're not done yet,” you mumbled into his mouth in a businesslike manner.

“Yeah. But I can feel that you're tired too, I'm not being selfish,” he reaches his lips to your neck, leaving a wet kiss there, running his tongue along the twitching vein, and then he lifts his head, meeting you with a feverish gaze. “You know, I don't think I'm that tired. Turn around.”

“But... Wonbin, honey, you...”

“I said turn around.”

When he commands you like that, lowering his velvet voice, you feel your knees shake blissfully. You struggle to lift yourself up on your badly bent legs. But your boyfriend helps you, there is a lot of strength in his trained body, he easily turns you around by the waist, putting you on your knees, leaning you lower against the opposite side of the bathtub. He himself becomes businesslike from behind, settling down at your buttocks.

‘‘Are you sure? You're tired,’’ you ask him with a slight slyness.

‘‘You've given me strength and given me a second wind’’ he calmly objects.

Wonbin reaches his hand down, checking your pussy. You're wet. Not from the water, but from arousal. You're turned on by your own actions for him. He smiles victoriously, but he still caresses you between your legs, making you arch your back and let out an ear-splitting moan. Thin sobs filled the bathroom. Your voice trembled not only from passion and desire, but also from excitement, from the unguarded feeling. In pleasure, you nudge your toes in the water, covering only your feet and knees. And Wonbin only blurred in strange emotion, savoring your sounds. He had no idea how he deserved this amazing, unfathomable creature, but he would give anything for you, for one more moment with you. A tender feeling blurred somewhere in his chest along with the raging arousal, and Wonbin was lost in the rush of lust, and the realization of his love. You are now not only a part of his world, but a home, an outlet; and he couldn't find the words to let her know it.

The feelings overwhelm you completely, making you lose control-he grips your hips tighter and enters you from behind, smoothly, full length, as if demanding your rights. You only have time to grip the side of the tub with your fingers and cry out, not in protest, but in pleasure, throwing your head back languidly, feeling so full. You're just rapturously savoring the feeling - every thrust, every touch of your cock inside the walls. The pressure is maddening, making you moan more and more.

“God... Yes...,” Wonbin whispers incoherently, smoothly and steadily penetrating inside. “My babygirl, I love you so fucking much...”

The pleasure is already so intense and divine that you feel like you're suffocating. But you love it, and you give in to his movements.

“Take your time, sweetie. It's best to take your time,” he places one hand on your back and strokes gently. But he realizes he's talking nonsense - he'd rather be able to hold back and not go wild himself. But still he tries to build up the pace gradually.

All thoughts leave your head. Your legs are shaking and your knees are buckling. If it weren't for his strong arms, you'd be a puddle on the side of the tub. But you just grit your teeth. Your vaginal walls shudder around his cock, your abdominal muscles tense, and you lean your forehead against the tile of the tub's trim, hoping to cope with the sensations. Wonbin, however, is relentless - moving greedily and jaggedly, and he himself is at his limit, drowning in tenderness and desperate for release. And then he sees you pull one of your hands down, helping yourself between your legs, making your pleasure grow more and more. That side makes him go crazy. You both gasp, shuddering with anticipation, bringing each other to the end again.

And as if on cue, the walls of your vagina contract. Pleasure spreads through your veins. You arch your back, squirming harder, and you squirm in wild pleasure, a black haze obscuring your vision. Wonbin quickens his pace, intensifying your sensations, and grips your buttock tighter as you incoherently beg him to continue. Your knees buckle and your body shakes. The orgasm arches both of you, and a hoarse, not at all erotic moan rips from your mouth. Wonbin growls softly, presses his belly against your back, and thrusts one last time like a madman. Sperm stains your thighs, but neither of you pays any attention to it, shuddering in orgasm together, you bite your lip to the point of pain. The disobedient body finally made one last slow thrust before the strength left him completely.

Wonbin had no idea how long you lay in the cooling water, trying to catch your breath and calm the beating of your hearts. When you finally moved, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him into a slow, gentle kiss, he realized you were whispering meaningless compliments into his lips.

“You know, you're too good for someone who swore he'd fall to the floor and not be able to move,” you joked at him.

‘‘And that's exactly how I feel right now, I'm finally tired,’’ he sighs heavily, lazily running his fingers through your wet hair. ‘‘We need to try and get out or I'm going to fall asleep in this already cold uncomfortable bath.’’

‘‘And I didn't give you all the compliments’’ you sigh lusciously. ‘‘My plan was to compliment your beautiful arms, stomach, I didn't even get to your shoulders!’’

‘‘I think you can continue already on the bed when I'm lying plastically under your warm side, baby.’’

A smile spreads on the faces of both of them. It feels so good to lie in each other's lazy embrace at the end of the day. Wonbin thinks he should thank their dance coach sometime, who dragged him to another run-through today without letting him rest.

[iryeoni05]

{Look At Me, Girl}

Pairing: soft dom! Sungchan х fem! reader

Genre: angst, smut 18+

Warning: unprotected! sex, eating up, jealous Sungchan

Synopsis: Gym. Y/N and Sungchan can't figure out feelings, but coach Dogyun will help you with his presence.

One day you arrived at the gym early in the morning, full of energy and determination. Morally, you had prepared yourself: you knew that today you were scheduled to have an intensive training session with coach Dogyun. From the start of the class, you focused on your exercises, ignoring the noise around you. Dogyun was a strict but fair trainer, and you really appreciated his support. He kept a close eye on your technique, correcting your every move. You also liked to discuss those you had a soft spot for.

“What's the deal with that tight-ass police officer? The cop that you solved the case with all last month. Have you ever go on a date with him?!” asked Dogyun as you squatted with the barbell. You could feel your coach holding you by your shoulders and back, giving you a secure footing. It gave you confidence and helped you focus on proper technique rather than your object of adoration in the same gym. You tried not to notice Sungchan standing in the corner of the hall, watching you.

Sungchan always admired you, but didn't speak openly. You often came to the gym to keep fit, but just today something was wrong. Sungchan felt extra when he saw Dogyun helping you, holding your shoulders and saying something with a smile. Sungchan couldn't help but notice how you were glowing from his praise. At that moment, he started to add more weight to the barbell's fingerboard and started to lift it from a lying down position.

Every time you laughed or joyfully discussed something about your progress with Dogyun, a feeling of jealousy arose in Sungchan's heart. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling. Despite that, he tried not to show his emotions and continued to watch you from a distance, his anger could be seen in how much effort he was giving in today's training.

You felt tired after the training session, but you were happy with your progress. Suddenly you noticed Sungchan in the corner of the gym and decided to approach him to have a little chat. But at that moment, Dogyun approached you again to discuss your training results. You found yourself in a quandary: you wanted to talk to Sungchan, but at the same time you were absorbed in talking to your coach.

Sungchan looked at you with slight disappointment and decided it was best to leave you alone. He turned and walked out of the hall, leaving only a shadow of his presence. You didn't notice his departure, as you were fully immersed in your conversation with Dogyun. However, there was a vague sense of loss inside you - you realized that you couldn't ignore Sungchan forever.

Despite the fact that the entrance to the men's locker room wasn't meant for you, you still entered it, daring to shed your tiredness and unnecessary thoughts after your workout. You were glad, but you didn't let on when you noticed Sungchan sitting on the bench in just shorts and a tank top, wiping the sweat from his glasses. He heard someone enter the locker room, but he didn't know it was you. He just stared at the floor, and his expression gave away that he was deep in thought about something. You felt that now was the right moment to talk.

“Sungchan,” you began, trying to keep your voice as casual as possible. “Why are you acting so strange? I noticed that you seemed a little... tense during practice. I'm sorry to barge in like this, but I feel like we need to talk. Here and now!’’

Sungchan raised his head and met your gaze. His eyes were a mixture of emotions, ranging from embarrassment to displeasure:

‘‘I just don't understand why you ignore me so much at work,” he said, trying to sound calm. ‘‘I've tried to talk to you several times, but you always turn away or walk away.’’

You hesitated, not knowing how to answer. Of course, you were embarrassed to admit that you really had been avoiding talking to him. Just because you liked him.

‘‘I'm sorry, I... I just don't know how to explain it. I'm more comfortable discussing personal things outside of work. We have our own responsibilities at work, and I don't want to mix that with personal matters,” you admitted, feeling the tension building inside.

Sungchan nodded, but his face remained serious. He took a deep breath, put on his glasses, and continued:

‘‘I understand, but it's hard for me to see you with this Dogyun. I'm having thoughts that I can't control. I just... I just don't want him touching you in front of me. I don't want to lose you, understand already....’’

You felt your heart beat faster. Then you realized that his words were sincere and full of emotion:

‘‘Hey, you won't lose me,” you said softly. ‘‘I promise. I want you to see that.’’

At that moment, Sungchan took the step he had been putting off for a long time. He slowly walked over to you and hugged you. It was unexpected and pleasant for both of you. You felt the warmth of his embrace and realized that there was definitely more than friendship between you.

‘‘I just wanted to tell you that I like you,” he whispered in her ear. ‘‘And it's important to me to know that you feel it too.’’

You pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. You can't help but smile and answer:

‘‘Mr. Jung, I've been wanting to do this for a month.’’

***

You started to get nervous when you realized that you've been kissing with Sungchan for the last ten minutes without getting off each other.

“Sungchan, we have to hurry up or Dogyun will close the hall and we won't be able to leave,” you try to speak in as even a tone as possible, looking closely at the beautiful wreaths on the back of his palms.

“It's that Dogyun again,” Sungchan frowned, and without even thinking about stopping, he affectionately began stroking the top of your chest with the pads of his fingers. “Forget about him at least for now, or I'll do anything for it.”

Long fingers slid into the cup of your sports top, capturing a hardened nipple and pulling it away slightly. The sensitive skin responded treacherously to his touch, making you internally bite your cheek and mentally berate yourself for letting Sungchan get this far.

“Hey, wait...” you started to say, but Sungchan moved lower and kissed the hollow between your breasts, making you wince at the tickling touch of mussed hair.

His dark head flashed in front of your eyes, his warm neck against your own, giving you goosebumps that made the closeness even more exciting. You couldn't quite get your head around it, and thinking became doubly problematic when Sungchan began to undress, unceremoniously tossing his black tank top onto the bench.

“What are you doing?!” you stared at the sweat-wet T-shirt and, losing all confidence, shamefully backed away, resting your feet on the bench that stood in the way of the exit. “Decided to intimidate me with your muscles?”

“You're hot,” he retorted, as if it were no big deal that he was walking around almost naked, shining a moderately toned body that you'd otherwise see in detail, but at home, not in the men's locker room of a gym.

You didn't have time to say anything, and gasped with unspoken indignation when he pressed against you, pinning you to the wall with such force that you breathed out a moan of pain into his mouth before you could save your lips. You moaned as Sungchan began to kiss you hard, punishing you for interactions with Dogyun. He genuinely wanted to be gentle and affectionate with you, but now he realized he wasn't going to give in to you and prove you wrong by not taking your affection for him seriously and putting off the conversation for another time. The air was catastrophically lacking. It was getting hot and heavy for your constricted lungs, making him regretfully pull away from your swollen lips, no longer finding the strength to resist.

Sungchan deftly picked you up on the fly. You tucked your toes in timidly, feeling surprisingly defenseless and small, and gave in very trustingly as Sungchan picked you up like a feather and sat you down on the bench, right on the clean towel. You were slightly distracted, and you felt Sungchan press insistently on your shoulders, forcing you to stretch fully on the towel-soft bench and squint against the bright light of the locker room lamp. You lifted awkwardly on your elbows and collapsed back as he pulled your thighs apart, opening them fully for him. His hot palms stroked the sensitive inside of your thighs, moving closer and closer to the fabric of your panties. You simultaneously wanted to rush him, to stop torturing him, but biting your lip painfully, you endured.

“I'll take off my glasses, I guess,” Sungchan said so that you could hear him.

You felt an electric shock as you felt the touch of wet lips on your crotch and fingers sliding the wet underwear aside. A sharp tongue circled the head of your clit, bringing with it so much unimaginable pleasure that you let out a long breath, arching against it, feeling it move in, sliding along the delicate folds, mixing saliva with your own juices, breathing hotly inside. You clutched demandingly at his dark hair, not letting him pull away for a moment, wishing this lingering torture would continue, unaware that with his free hand he had undone his shorts, releasing his erect cock from the tight shackles of his underwear. Pushing his flexible tongue inside you, assisted by long fingers, he prepared himself, his other hand guiding the hot shaft of his cock. He didn't have time to follow the movements of both hands, too caught up in his fantasies, but he felt you shudder unnaturally, lifting your hips high as he brought you to the first peak. Pulling his fingers out of you, glistening because of the moisture, he swallowed excitedly, straightening up convulsively.

Wrapping his arms around you under your knees, he pulled you closer to him, making you ride the bench for a bit. Sungchan entered you smoothly, gently pushing all the way in, biting his lip at the delight that came over him. No, this isn't like the fantasy. It was different to feel your body beneath him and see how it responded to every touch and measured thrust, each time becoming more insistent and sharper to the accompaniment of the disapprovingly wobbling bench. Sungchan lay right on top of you, letting you wrap your arms around him and pull him tighter against his heaving chest.

''Fuck, that feels so good,'' you stroked him affectionately over his protruding shoulder blades and back muscles.

It felt so monstrously good that Sungchan didn't even feel how hard you pulled back the hair on the back of his neck, because the impending release was coming too fast. Mentally begging himself not to end so soon that you would be satisfied with him, he raised himself up on his tense arms, which were clearly showing bloody veins, and grabbing both your legs, brought them together and turned you on your side, changing the angle of penetration. It was so pleasantly tight that sparks flashed in his eyes, and Sungchan moaned in his own voice as he squeezed his fingers on your rounded buttock, leaving red marks:

“My babygirl... fuck.”

You bit yourself on the phalanx of your finger at first, but then you pulled your hand away and moaned a little louder, completely forgetting where you were and what was going on. You were all focused only on Sungchan and what he was doing to your body. The feeling of that hard, hot cock inside you was so acute that you didn't want to think about anything else, letting him do whatever he wanted. Until Sungchan himself collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily as he came out of you, cumming copiously on your buttocks. You stroked his sweaty shoulders with your fingertips, feeling his body shiver as it cooled from the heat of love. And smiled softly when he lifted his heavy head and looked at you tiredly but very happily.

''How beautiful you are, Y/N,'' Sunghan exhaled, reaching out to touch your cheek and the edge of your lips, as if trying to make sure you were real and belonged only to him. “From next practice, your boyfriend, Jung Sungchan, will be your coach instead of Dogyun. And that's out of the question.”

[iryeoni05]

{Angel numbers}

Pairing: best friend! Shotaro х best friend! fem reader

Genre: smut 18+

Warning: unprotected! sex in the car, riding, overstimulation, fingering

Word count: ~2k

Synopsis: You loved the attention, especially when your best friend was jealous of you gently behave with other guys. It was all revenge for the time Shotaro had cheerfully gossiped with his ex girlfriend from the dance and stroked her hands. It's strange that it hurts you. Are you jealous of him too?

One New Year's Eve at the university, you went up to your classmate Wonbin to talk about your plans for New Year's Holidays. You liked the way he gently touched your arm and stroked it. You immediately look to the opposite side of the hall. Even in the dim light, Shotaro looks stunning. You realize you've hit a snag when your gaze shifts to him again: there's nothing on Shotaro under the black jacket. That piece of clothing somehow makes him look bigger, and it drives you crazy. But now he's looking at you like a predator, and it makes you succumb to his charms. Quickly walking up to you, his hand pulls you towards him and takes you a little to the side. You feel his hand never leave your back. He leans closer, making sure you hear his words loud and clear in your ear:

“Is that your type?”

You try your best to hide the way he's affecting you - ignoring the heat building up between your thighs.

Your fingers play with the silk fabric of his jacket as he leans in and waits for your answer. He smells so damn good.

You shrug, and that only further fuels his irritation. His grip on your waist loosens slightly.

“Answer me, baby,” he presses, moving his palm lower.

“Maybe. We were having a nice conversation before you barged in.” you throw him answer and Shotaro frowns his eyebrows.

“What if he's not a good guy? Does that mean any guy who makes nice conversation with you is nice one?”

His other arm is wrapped around your neck, and he can definitely feel your goosebumps. He makes you look up at him.

“Shotaro,” you snicker, mentally restraining yourself from succumbing to his charms again. “And on what basis are you saying all this?”

“As your best friend?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. It hurts to tear yourself away from his chiseled body, which is begging to come out.

Shotaro can't figure out what's wrong... For some reason, your interactions with Wonbin hurt him so much. But why? You've always fooled around with him, leaving your feelings aside so as not to “complicate the relationship”. But apparently after tonight, something clicked, and Shotaro is sure he doesn't like it when you're around other men and not him.

“I'm leaving. It's hard to hear you with so many people around,” you excuse yourself, shoving his hand away with great reluctance, but he brings you back to your seat again. Leaning in close to your ears, Shotaro makes sure you hear him loud and clear.

“We should go somewhere private then.”

***

Your moan during the kiss excites him. Your hands slide down his naked body, and his hands end up on your thighs. The damn song “Angel Numbers” by Chris Brown, which played softly in the background, added to the atmosphere.

Fucking you in his car wasn’t Shotaro’s preference—he prefers a little more space— but he’s not complaining when he has you slowly unravel right before him, forced to press yourself against him even with the seat reclined and his thick erection is just shameless pressing against your body con dress.

His fingers go under your dress, and he groans when he feels your bare pussy—wet, puffy and just ready. And for some reason, it pisses him off when thought of your eye candy being the one to discover this instead of him. You rest your head on his lap, your mind slowly fainting as his thick fingers touch your clit and pass over your wet hole.

“You were just begging to be fucked, weren't you?” asks Shotaro, circling his fingers so close to your pussy.

“Taro!”

“Then tell me: who were you hoping to fuck tonight?”

Your pleas turn to quiet whimpers, and as he plunges two thick fingers into you, filling you to capacity, a sob erupts out of you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His fingers fucking your cunt doesn't help you think. You know you can't do without it. As much as you hate to admit it, Shotaro always seems to have the upper hand. However, your unintentional plan has awakened a side of him that you've never seen before.

“I'm waiting.”

It takes almost all of your energy to answer him, and it frustrates you because he's intentionally missing the one spot, he knows can send you to the stars.

“You,” you reply meekly.

“I can't hear you, Y/N.” His fingers press against your point and you reflexively lean closer to his body, your hands gripping his silk jacket. You might have just brushed off Shotaro's smug look if he hadn't stuck two fingers inside you.

“You! Oh, fuck-” You cry out when he moving fingers faster.

“Right answer, sweetie. You deserve a reward for being a good girl?”

You can’t even answer. His thumb is rubbing on your clit, it sends electricity all over in the best way possible on top of his fingers hitting your sweet spots over and over again. The wet sounds of your pussy squelching only bring up the thick tension.

“Look at you, tightening up like this. Are you gonna cum for me?” His voice drops an octave, lulling you closer to your impending orgasm. You hate the way he knows every nook and cranny of your body as if it’s his. You just really cannot escape him.

His words continue to push you closer and closer.

“Oh, that's a good girl. Keep squeezing my fingers like that. I'm the only one who makes you feel so fucking tight, right?”

You fucking love him. Your juice flow down his fingers from your pussy. Your moans fill the machine as he ravages your body in waves, your nerves slammed with pleasure over and over again. And Shotaro won't let you get out of the damn car until you scream his name. He doesn't feel any better himself, and he can enjoy just watching you cum on him like that. His fingers leave your soaking cunt, slightly pruning with strings of your cum in between his fingers. While you catch your breath, Shotaro forces you to watch him lick his sticky fingers clean while his free hand shifts your fingers to his bulging erection that’s just begging to be let out. He’s grown so fucking hard that you wonder if it hurts.

You unbutton and unzip his trousers, then push yourself to the side towards the car door to give him enough space so he’s able to fully remove his trousers. You can’t help but worry if the both of you would be caught, even though Shotaro assured you that he parked at a secluded spot. Your eyes dart to the windows, noticing how it’s beginning to grow foggy. Shotaro’s touch pulls you out of your thoughts. Although you’ve fucked many times, the sheer fucking size of his cock never fails to make you swallow hard. Your hands wander up his tits as you settle back down onto his thighs.

He catches your gaze and smiles back.

“Why? Does the thought of being fucked by your favorite man in nothing but a jacket turn you on?”

You narrow your eyes and run your palm over his bare, thick and sticky cock, making Shotaro groan in response.

“Favorite? What makes you think you're my favorite?”

He chuckles, making your heart flutter.

“A lot of things, baby. Just like you're mine.”

You lift your hips instead, lining up to his cockhead, and then letting Shotaro guide your hips down his fat cock, making you take him inch by inch. You bite your lip at the feeling of his cock filling you up so disgustingly good, and Shotaro has his eyes screwed shut, a strained groan leaving his lips when your warmth envelops him so fucking good.

“That’s it. You’re so fucking warm and tight for me”, Shotaro mutters in pleasure through half-lidded eyes.

Riding Shotaro sometimes feels too much for you, in the best fucking ways possible because he’s all the way in, and he knows that very well—how easily you get sensitive and squirmy just from sitting on his cock. You slowly bounce off his cock, grabbing his shoulders for leverage. He likes that you have to lean into him while he fucks you from below so he can whisper the most dirty things into your ear just to make you clench around him. His palms slide down your ass, following the momentum of you bouncing off his cock, then landing a tight slap against your skin to hear your gasp and feel you tighten on his cock. The sting feels so fucking good that another slap has your pussy leaking cream all over his cock once more.

“S-shotaro, please! If you keep doing that-“ you cry, another slap to your ass making you jolt, sinking even deeper into his cock.

“That’s your punishment for flirting with another man in front of me like that”, his voice buzzing in your ear.

Another spanking. Your hips quiver with overexcitement. Another spanking. Your mind is about to shut down. Shotaro's cock presses against your pussy with even more pressure than his fingers. The windows are completely fogged up.

“Taro, please… Oh my fucking God! I'm going to cum,” you whimper as you wrap your arms around his neck, intoxicated by the smell of his musk mixed with his cologne.

Shotaro's grunts fill your ears as your second orgasm drowns you again, your cunt throbbing uncontrollably around him and your cream just pooling at the base of his cock. He moans and buries his nose in your neck, his mind clouded with how close his orgasm is.

“I’m gonna cum in you. Wanna plug your pussy full of my cum. And you’re gonna take all of it like a good girl.”

“Yes, please”, you reply, much to his pleasant surprise. His large hands hold your legs down, listening to you whine while his cock fills you up endlessly with warm and thick cum with moans escaping his lips every few seconds from how fucking good he feels.

He pushes you off his body gently, his eyes reflecting the hearts in your glazed-out eyes. His thumb brushes against the corner of your lips and he pushes his thumb past your lips.

“Such a good fucking girl, letting me fill you up with my load. Does it feel good?”

You nod, twitching slightly from the overstimulation since he still has you stuffed full of both dick and cum. Shotaro wants to keep this sight of you in his brain forever—sucking on his finger, sweating with him post-orgasm, staring down at him with watery eyes while his cum just leaks past your puffy pussy hole even though his cock is plugging your cunt.

Shotaro pulls you in for a deep kiss, and you reciprocate in between gasping sighs.

“Damn, Y/N… I think I'm in love,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear.

You don't know what to say to that, but you feel your face redden. He grabs the tissues hidden in the compartment and quickly wipes you both down after he removes you from his softening cock.

You instinctively shift into the passenger seat, and Shotaro removes his jacket to cover you. You see him grab a black tank top from the back seat and then pull his pants over his hips. He rolls down the windows, despite the air conditioning running, to get rid of the smell of sex. You snuggle his coat against you as the night breeze kisses your cheeks.

“So you'll send me home?” You have a strange hope that he'll say no.

Shotaro looks at you with an expression on his face that leaves you confused - so much so that you wonder if you've said something strange. Then he smiles.

“You're coming home with me, sweetheart,” Shotaro tells you, slipping a tank top over his head before starting the car.

[iryeoni05]

{I wanna be your first}

Pairing: bf! Anton х gf! reader

Genre: Fluff, smut 18+

Warning: the first experience with Anton, overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word count: 1,5k~

Synopsis: One day after romantic date Y/N and Anton suggest to stay at his house for a night. His parents were in some business trip, that’s why it feels comfort. In the moment, you didn’t realize how you and Anton were watching porn, kissing hard and finally gotta do it. You both didn’t understand how fucking good was this night.

Today is the 1st Anniversary of your relationships with Anton. Your sweet and very kind boyfriend for one year has made the happiest version of you. You have never been a fan of something, which relates with water, but Anton did. Professionally he still has been taught you how to keep the balance in the swimming pool, how to work your hands while swimming on the back and many other things. He always treats you for every step you are succussed in. He knows that you are the happiest girl, when you run into his hugs. And then he also the happiest boy in the world.

You remember how shy he was, when you firstly said that you like him so much. The face was burning in blush and his speech was clumsy and quick. To tell the truth, Anton was scared and didn’t know anything about relationships with girls. That’s why for a week you had been ignored by him and became kind of pessimistic about your confession. Neither you nor he paid attention on what happened around both. Just going to the university, talking with buddies at lunch, reading some materials of lectures and nothing else. But you couldn’t stand this shit and suggest not to fight for Anton. Didn’t disturb this big and cute guy.

***

It was The Christmas Eve, when you had been caught by Anton at university. He grabs your hand and asked to go with him outdoors. You both missed other lectures, but there was only one reason for it. Anton bought you a big cup of sweet creamy coffee, you were so shy and couldn’t even pronounce a word, just smiling and often close your eyes. The weather was calm – no wind, no sun, but everything around both was amazing. A little snowing, but it wasn’t cold. The only one thing you felt the warmth of his hand, and that’s enough to be alive. You’ve been thinking about what Anton had decided to do with you both. Surprisingly, he stopped fast walk and turn to you.

“Y/N, listen”, a bit nervous was Anton and you could feel how shaking his arm in yours. “I’m not a good one of making confession, but… Girl, you’ve stolen mine first and I want you to know this”.

You wanted to cry. Is this for real? How it could be the truth? Huh.

“A-anton, wait”, you were nervous too and just a little bit forgot how to breath. “If it is so, why don’t you talk to me earlier? I felt myself foolish and…”

He laughed quiet and smiled. You saw the angel behind.

“Babe, it was really difficult to realize that I cannot look at other girls, only at you, Y/N”, softly said Anton and hug you. “I’m really sorry, you should know from the beginning of the semester that I like you”.

Finally, the tears are fallen on his black coat’s material. You held and strongly hug his waist, feeling his heart fast beating.

***

The date was really fantastic. Anton knew how to treat his little girl and invited you to the winter zoo. After this you both were hungry and eat some donuts with different tastes. So sweet and tasty like your boyfriend was, hehe. You weren’t tired even while you walking for hours without stops. Nature, Christmas atmosphere, Anton and you – what else you are needy? Guess, nothing.

But give a minute… You both are still virgin? No, no, no, Anton and you did something like prelude, but no more? God, what should happen then? There was no answer until today.

***

You had both arguing and talking about first sex, but unfortunately it wasn’t still happened. Then, at Anton’s apartments after date you both agreed to start with kind of a simple step. As a joke and something to laugh about later you just want to watching porn together. But for now, it was a hell, the urge to touch yourself was nearly impossible to ignore. The wet and hot plots of porn made you both burning and sweat, moans from the speakers filling the silence. Anton was struggling, his coke straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, chest rising and falling as he tried to keep control.

“Y/N, I want you fucking like that-” says your boyfriend and shy very much.

When your eyes finally met, the air between you and Anton heavy with tension.

Anton pulling you into an intoxicating kiss, his lips urgent and needy against yours. Your hands moved instinctively, tugging at each other’s clothes with desperation, until your bottoms were discarded, leaving both of you bare. Your hand wrapped around his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him, while his fingers found your clit, and skillfully for the first time circling and teasing the sensitive nub.

“Just like that, babygirl… Fuck”

“Yes, please…”

Both of you moaned in relief, the tension between you finally breaking as you worked to pleasure each other. Anton’s fingers go lower before slipping inside you, his thumb never leaving your clit as he teased it with gentle pressure. Meanwhile, your hand stroked his cock, alternating between his sensitive tip and his length, your touch making his breath hitch with every movement.

The room was filled with nothing but heavy breaths and the wet sounds of your mutual need. The noises from the laptop faded into the background, drowned out by the wet, squelching sounds of your bodies and the breathy moans filling the room. Both of you worked frantically, hands moving in sync, desperate to bring each other to the edge.

It didn’t take long. The heat built quickly, tension coiling tighter with every touch, every stroke.

“You’re close, baby?” Anton panted, sweat glistening on his flushed skin as his eyes locked onto yours. ‘’Am I do it right?’’

You could only nod and hum in response, stroking him faster, your thighs trembling as the pressure inside you finally snapped. A wave of pleasure overtook you, your release spilling onto the sheets as your moans filled the air.

‘’Fuck, yeah… You doing very well! Omg, Anton!’’

At the same time, Anton groaned deeply, his cum spurting into your hand, his body shuddering from the intensity.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his breathing heavy as he pulled his fingers away from your soaked cunt, only to bring them to his lips, tasting you with a satisfied hum. You were shocked and exited. His dark eyes met yours, filled with hunger.

“Fuck it. I need more of you, baby. Let me fuck you tonight?”

You could only nod, your body still trembling with aftershocks, already aching for him again. You are pulling him into a desperate kiss. There was no hesitation, just raw desire and the overwhelming need to feel him, to lose yourselves in each other all over again.

Lying on the bed, he groaned near your ear, slowly beginning to thrust his erection in a lazy, slow pace.

“You’re so good for me, baby… If it’ll be hurt, tell me” he whispered out.

He thrusted into you so, so slowly, but oh, so deeply. Each moan he earned from you was like a sign that he was making you feel so good. Your eyes rolled back to your skull when you felt how you squeezed yourself around him in such a way that made him drop to the belief that he wouldn’t last very long. You were so loud, when felt Anton’s hand began rubbing your clit.

“Ugh…Fuck, Anton! Yes, yes…” your high-pitched moan surprised him and he was happy. He let out a small chuckle between his own grunts, now beginning to pound into you at a faster yet just as sensual pace, rubbing against your clit to further stimulate you. It’s not a porn, it’s in reality, because his touches and thrusts making your knees go weak.

“Oh, Anton... i-if you keep doing that.. i-i’m gonna..” you whispered out between mewls. Now Anton knows and feel how to do it. He began rubbing your clit harder, his cock throbbing inside you due to his own approaching orgasm.

“Fuck…me too... Look at me, babygirl” he whispered, ushering you to hold eye contact as his thrusts grew sloppy and just a little faster. You clenched around him uncontrollably, moaning out his name like a mantra. “I want you cum with me...Fuck” Anton grunted, slamming his cock deep into you and filling your pussy with his warm seed.

And now, with a cry of pleasure you too came onto his length, your release forming rings of substances around it. You panted and caught your breath, and Anton took the sight of your parted lips as an opportunity to capture them into a kiss, his still erect cock remaining inside you.

***

The next morning you sit in the kitchen with a hot cup of green tea near Anton. From the early hours he asked you about any pain in the body. But it doesn’t hurt. You feel yourself strange and happy, but your boyfriend always hugs you and gives more kisses.

‘’Y/N, sorry that I didn’t think about some protection’’, his voice changes and it scared you. ‘’Next time I bough it and maybe you want special lube? With strawberry or peach taste...’’

It makes you feel shy and once again virgin. Hugging Anton’s waist, you look at him strictly.

“Honey, that’s okay. Thank you for being gentle and fucking hot yesterday”

“Oh, no, I’m shy, Y/N…” he groans and quietly laugh. ‘’It’s because of you. And I love it”

[iryeoni05]

[iryeoni05]

{The Boy Is Mine}

Pairing: Lee Sohee × fem!reader, best friend! Park Wonbin

Synopsis: You always thought of Wonbin as your best friend and at the same time your ideal. You knew each other since high school and shared all your joys and sorrows. Wonbin was the person who always supported you when you were having a hard time and cheered you up when you were sad. He was the friend who was feared by all the guys who tried to win your attention. At some point, you started to think you liked him. One time you even agreed to pretend to be a couple to blow off some asshole. Those memories were sweet to you, but for a completely different reason...

Genre: angst (a little bit), smut 18+

Warning: fingering!, Wonbin has a male!boyfriend

Word count: 3,4k~

Author's note: for my darling who loves Sohee so much ㅎㅎㅎ

When you first started university, some guy from 4-year group tried to hit on you. Cute, tall, well-mannered, good sense of humor. But the biggest downside is he's a fucking womanizer. I can't count the number of girls he's been with on the fingers of hand. Who knows, maybe his feet, too. You knew it right away, but you wanted to make sure you didn't.

‘’Are you seriously go on a date with him?” asked Wonbin, sitting at lunch in the dining room. ‘’What a load of crap.’’

Sipping your strong coffee, you grinned and shook your head.

‘’There needs to be a plan. And you're going to help me with it, agreed?” you uttered a little quieter.

Wonbin squinted his eyes and looked at you in disbelief. But suddenly his eyes brightened and he waved his hand.

‘’Sohee, come to us,’’ he shouted into the crowd.

Turning back, your eyes met with Wonbin's friend. The cutest creature from junior year, always shaggy-haired and scowling. Funny guy - that's what you told all your friends about him.

‘’Hi,’’ he said to Wonbin, sitting down next to you for some reason. ‘’Y/N, hi.’’

You wave your hand at him, smiling and blushing when Sohee calls you that and immediately look away.

‘’Remember that jerk who was hitting on Ms. Park?” Wonbin asked Sohee. He just stared at him and nodded, pretending to remember who he was talking about. ‘’He called Y/N for a date.’’

The wands immediately fell out of Sohee's hands, and he himself frowned even more. A cute frowning hippo. You immediately shushed Wonbin, who was smiling contentedly as he watched his friend. Sohee's behavior seemed perfectly appropriate to you. What would a nice guy do when he finds out that some womanizer is trying to finger a nice girl?

‘’Come on, Wonbin. Nothing's going to happen,’’ you assured your friend. ‘’I just want you to help me get rid of him. I'm sick of his persuasion.’’

While your friend pondered over your suggestion, Sohee stared down at his plate of unfinished lunch and finally picked up his chopsticks from the floor. You immediately hold out your wand set to him. Sohee only wanted to refuse, but your hand covering his palm made him finally shut up and agree.

‘’Take mine, please, Sohee,’’ you said affectionately. ‘’I'm not hungry at all, and you should eat. There's more than one lecture today after all.’’

The guy smiled embarrassedly and nodded to you. The quiet ‘’Thank you’’ made your heart skip a beat for some reason. A real nice boy.

‘’I can just walk over to the cafe where you agreed to meet him. Call me as your boyfriend and take away from this cunt,’’ Wonbin voiced his idea, conducting his chopsticks in the air.

‘’Deal,’’ you immediately agree. ‘’Tomorrow at 7 p.m. at Sonsudong.’’

***

Back home, you take a quick shower and plop into bed. Not five minutes later, Wonbin texted you.

Wonbin: ‘’Not sleeping, babygirl?’’

You smile and quickly reply to him, wiggling your feet.

Y/N: ‘’Not yet, but I think I'll definitely go to bed in an hour. I feel weird, maybe tired.’’

Wonbin: ‘’You need to get some rest. Don't worry about tomorrow, I won't be alone. Sohee said he'll come to support XD’’

The mere mention of Sohee made you crouch down in bed. The strange pounding of your heart deafened your thoughts and you wondered.

Y/N: ‘’That's so nice ㅜㅜ It'll be nice to see you both. Just no nonsense, I beg you.’’

Wonbin: ‘’No promises, but I'll try my best! By the way, maybe Sohee will be much more helpful than me, she's trying her best right now”

Y/N: “What do you mean.....”

Wonbin: *video*.

Fucking Wonbin. Fuckin' Park fuckin' Wonbin. Opening the chat photo, you opened your mouth slightly. At first you thought it was just another prank from a friend, but it was the actual video. Putting your phone away on the other end of the bed, you took a deep breath. Shit! In the next second, you reached for your phone again, opening your correspondence with Wonbin and turning on the video to take another look at what your friend had just sent.

Gym. Wonbin sits in a white T-shirt on an exercise machine wearing gloves and sweatpants, waving his palm and zooming into the background, where a shirtless Sohee stands in just shorts, pumping his arms. You were ready to believe that cute little hippos could talk like humans and walk on two legs, but not that Sohee always hid SUCH a body under his clothes. Shit!

Y/N: “What the fuck are you doin’? How am I supposed to react to this?”

Rude because you can feel your face blushing and your panties getting wetter than ever. What has happened in the last week to make Sohee seem attractive to you? Without realizing it, you put your phone away and ignore the messages from Wonbin.

***

It's been three hours and you still can't sleep. You're having wild fantasies with Sohee. Tomorrow, you'll definitely kill Wonbin for such a prank. You don't want to miss your classes at the university because of lack of sleep and the excitement that came at the wrong time. You close your eyes, but then you feel your phone vibrate. Several notifications in a row from someone. Definitely not Wonbin, because notifications were already turned off for him. You turn the phone over, and there he is. In black letters in a white frame, it's Lee Sohee 1st year.

Fuck, not him!

You're embarrassed and worried that you won't be able to sleep now.

Sohee: “Y/N, I'm sorry for writing to you so late, but I wanted to know something.”

Sohee: “Can I ask?”

His hands are shaking pleasantly, you don't even know what to expect from him.

Y/N: “It's okay 😊 I'm still awake and ready to talk.”

You fall back on the bed and sigh. Your cheeks, your head, your body, everything burns with fire when you think about that video. A strange excitement that suddenly came on and wasn't going to leave you.

A minute has passed, but all Sohee does is typing the text message. You feel slightly anxious. You bite your lips and start thinking something absurd, but you don't voice it out loud.

Sohee: “Make sure you answer Wonbin. He's worried about you and wants you to get a good night's sleep. I hope you don't mind if I come tomorrow too. I want to face that asshole. I don't want anything to happen to you... This is going to sound weird, but I want to protect you!”

You hold your breath as you read his text, then smile. It's hard to suppress the emotion when you imagine him saying it.

Y/N: “Oh, Sohee... Of course I don't mind. Thanks for helping out!”

You send it and wonder if you should write him something else. You don't think with your head anymore and write what you think.

Y/N: “I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, my hero. Sweet dreams 😊”

Stupid, stupid! You scold yourself in your head and go to bed. You cover yourself with a blanket and close your eyes.

Once again the notification bothers you, but you open your eyes and squint at the screen. A smile reappears on your face and a quiet beeping sounds out of your mouth.

Sohee: “Good night, princess. I'll guard your sleep.”

Fucking Sohee. Fucking Lee Sohee. Who knew he could write such things? It's going to be a gentle night.

***

It was a sunny day. You didn't sleep very well, but when you thought back to the events of the late night, you couldn't help but feel glad that the date would finally break. Because Wonbin was coming. And of course Sohee, who you wanted to see the most.

The date with Jihoon, the handsome guy that all the girls at the university were pining for, was ordinary at first. At first you met, enjoying the nature in the park, talking and laughing, discussing ordinary things. When you walked into the coffee shop, you immediately saw Wonbin sipping a large mug of cappuccino. Sitting lurking in his hat and nice black-rimmed glasses, he peered over at you. Jihoon didn't notice anything suspicious and was in a good mood, ordered his coffee and went back to his seat, continuing to make jokes and making you laugh.

The only thing that kept you from concentrating on the 'date' was Sohee's lack of being around. He promised to come to your rescue, but somehow things turned out differently. Behavior got ahead of your thoughts, and you already had time to feel sad.

“Is something wrong?” asked Jihoon, stirring his coffee and sliding the mug towards you.

You get distracted from your own thoughts and grin, denying it.

“It's fine, it's just that I...”

You hear the bell ringing as you enter the establishment, and you hold back as hard as you can from turning around. You hear a familiar voice and deep down, you're glad. From the side, you notice Sohee sitting down next to Wonbin and quietly discussing something with him.

“ ...I'm just tired after yesterday's exams and today's lectures, I can't wait for the end of the year.”

Jihoon nods and smiles at you.

“Do you want to come over to my place after the cafe? We'll watch a movie together, relax...”

You hum and want to laugh like a wicked witch, but instead you sigh in boredom. You're annoyed by this kind of behavior in guys and want to teach him a lesson.

“How many girls have fallen for this already? I'm curious, I'm just doing research on the topic of 'Probability of meeting a jerk on the first date.'”

This clearly hurt Jihoon's feelings. But instead of answering you in the same tone, he abruptly grabbed your hand under the table.

“You think I'd let a bitch like you refuse me now? I get rejected by everyone.”

Pissing you off was easy. You stand up abruptly, almost knocking over the table, and immediately feel yourself being dragged by the hand outside. Not Sohee like you wanted, but fucking Jihoon. You resist as hard as you can, trying to break free, but you feel someone else's hands on your waist close to your chest. It gets nasty, and you start to fight, but the guy is stronger.

Where the fuck is Wonbin? Where the fuck is Sohee? You want to sob, but you're strong enough to pull away from the ugly dude and squint, and then you hear a thud. You're afraid to open your eyes, but when you do, you see Jihoon lying on the floor. Sohee is standing next to him, rubbing the knuckles of his right hand. You've never seen a guy look so tough in your eyes. A man! Meanwhile, Jihoon's nose is bleeding, he swears under his breath and immediately jumps up. You get scared that a guy like him is about to punch you back. A moment later, Sohee hides you behind his back and misses a punch. You feel Wonbin pull you back and pull you against him. You hug your friend and watch Sohee skillfully deal with Jihoon in man-to-man. You start to feel really bad that things didn't go according to plan.

***

It's already dark and cold, and you and your boys are sitting on a bench in the park sipping water. Wonbin reprimanded Sohee for failing to stop and making things worse. On one hand, you're glad, but on the other... Now you're sitting next to Sohee and putting a glass of ice on his lip and nose. In the back of your mind you are cursing yourself for what has already happened. Thankfully Jihoon was taken to the police station for disorderly conduct, and Sohee managed to get off by telling the kind policeman that YOUR boyfriend stood up for you in an altercation with a customer who started harassing you.

“Honestly, I thought you wouldn't let him live,” Wonbin muttered irritably and folded his arms across his chest, standing in front of Sohee and scrutinizing his face. “Good thing that got around this...”

Sohee tried to relax and calm down, but every cold touch on his abrasions made him feel uncomfortable and he frowned. The only thing that surprised you was that he held your hand and wouldn't let go. Or you were holding him and not letting go - it didn't matter.

“What could I do when he was already in the middle of hitting on Y/N?” fretted Sohee and raised his voice at Wonbin. “You got lost in your messages altogether, all you kept showing me was your correspondence with your Shotaro. Your boyfriend is nice, of course, but a little more and that fucker would have taken Y/N far away... “

Only you tried to interject into the conversation, but the words got stuck in throat. You didn't know how to react to what just heard.

“What other guy? Wonbin????”

But he just only blushed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Let me tell you later, please. Well, I happen to like him. Yeah” blurted out Wonbin, driving his sneakers on the ground from side to side. ‘’God, give me a break!’’

Sohee grinned and immediately hissed, squinting. You immediately put a clean handkerchief to his lip and stroke your thumb on his palm, which he also continues to hold. You meet your gaze and both of you blush.

“Okay, that's it, Shotaro's here to pick me up. I'll run” muttered Wonbin and slowly started to step in the opposite direction. “Don't forget to walk Y/N home or they'll steal it.”

Looking at your friend strangely and barely holding back laughter. Left alone, it has become difficult to utter anything. You feel Sohee turn to you and put his arm around your shoulders. It became so warm inside.

“Come on, I'll walk you out.”

***

The drive home was interminable, especially when you didn't say a word. Sohee held your hand and smiled every time you looked in his direction. You didn't have the courage to say anything to him, but it was clear enough. Stopping near your house, he finally let go of you and looked into your eyes.

“Sorry again about today,” he said timidly and pouted his lips. “If I had known this Jihoon was such a jerk, I would have confessed as early as tonight.”

Not really understanding at first what the guy is talking about, you suddenly look at him in surprise. The embarrassment builds up gradually.

“Confess?...” is the only thing you can repeat.

You felt your heart beat faster as Sohee took a step closer and leaned towards you.

“Been meaning to tell you this for a long time,” he touched your forearm. “I really like you.”

A moment and Sohee's lips covered yours. The kiss was tender and reverent, as if he wanted to capture this moment forever. You respond to his kiss by closing your eyes and savoring the warmth of his lips. Sweet Sohee. Oh my god, your sweet Sohee made you completely lose your mind.

“You to me too,” breaking away for a second, you uttered. “Recently, yeah...”

Sohee was slightly embarrassed and smiled. For a moment, you even thought he was scared, but the joy in his eyes was obvious.

“I didn't want to rush, but... I just couldn't help myself when I heard from Wonbin yesterday about that guy and...” he admitted, blushing slightly. “You're very important to me.”

You felt your heart filled with warmth again.

“I don't want to share you with anyone else,” Sohee added, and in his voice you could hear the sincerity you appreciated most.

It's still awkward, but you take a step closer to him and put your arms around his neck. You look at his face and notice the dried wound on his lip. You stroke your finger gently over the bruise and lead it up to his nose. Still trying to fight the guilt, you want to protect this guy as much as he protects you. Feeling like the last fool if you don't invite him over to your place. Although you're worried that it's late and it turns out there's nothing left to do but stay the night... Isn't it early? But you didn't give a fuck when he's around you.

“Sohee, I'm insanely embarrassed, but do you want to stay the night at my place?” you suggested, hoping that he would share this crazy idea. “I don't want you to leave.”

Sohee blurted out a smile and nodded many times, his eyes shining with happiness. “Alright, we can watch something together for the night.”

***

When Sohee walked around and looked at your room, you thought you were going to go crazy. He looked insanely cute and masculine in just your father's gym shorts and T-shirt. It was a blessing to have clothes for him at all. For a moment, you thought Sohee would wander around the apartment just like in the very video Wonbin had sent you.

“I like the picture of you as a child,” Sohee scrutinized the gold-framed photo. “Beautiful, sweet and little princess in an enchanting dress... And why would I get such a precious gift?”

You exchanged glances full of tenderness and joy. You decided to take a step forward and put your arms around Sohee's waist and pressed yourself against him. He also hugged you tightly and securely.

“Thank you for what you are,” you said quietly, causing a blush to appear on his face. “You're my prince now, Sohee.”

“How sweet you are, my girl,” he murmured embarrassedly, wrapping his arms around your hips and lifting you into his arms.

In that moment, you realized that not only was he the most beautiful man on the planet, but he was strong. Really strong. In his arms, you felt like a lightweight flake, and you were afraid to feel the strength of his muscles when you touched his shoulders. They really were rock hard. Just the thought of him all yours slowly made you go crazy. Oh, no. But it was okay. That's what you thought.

Everything was fine, you got comfortable on the bed. Not the first time, for Sohee insisted he would sleep on the floor so as not to disturb you. But you insisted that you were unlikely to fall asleep without his embrace. You turned on a common as it turned out favorite YouTube blog and started laughing at the jokes of the bloggers.

Time flew by, and soon they were both oblivious to the fact that something was happening on the screen. Kissing, snuggling up against each other. As his fingers run down your waist line, dipping behind the elastic band of your pajama pants, noticing the lack of underwear. His face immediately turns red and he burrows into your hair with indignation, the vanilla scented shampoo completely clouding his senses as his hand makes its way to your groin.

Sohee takes his time, gently and sweetly kissing the back of your neck, hugging your body as his fingers finally make contact with your already wet pussy. His fingers glide lightly over your folds, a hiss escapes Sohee's lips at the feel of your pussy needing his fingers. Feeling your ass pressing against his aroused cock, Sohee moans softly into your ear as his fingers finally penetrate where you need them most.

As Sohee gently massages your clit, the quiet call of his name makes him feel as if he's being driven mad - lust has completely clouded his judgment, and the only thought skittering through the hollow corners of his mind is you.

His deep voice whispers in your ear, his breath blowing against your soft skin. You can't believe what's happening, gasping with happiness. Your quiet whimpering turns into gasping moans and sighs. You don't notice when your hips slip carelessly onto Sohee's fingers.

Your body shudders at his touch, and your lips press together as his finger begins to move inside your pussy, curving to instantly touch the sweet spot deep inside you.

“I got you, honey, I'm here,” Sohee whispers hoarsely in your ear, and your eyes widen to look away and meet your boyfriend's gaze.

“Is this what you were dreaming about yesterday?” he teases, knowing exactly what the answer will be. You already want to resent him, shaking your head from side to side and whimpering. One of his eyebrows quirks up before he plunges another finger deep into your pussy, making your body quiver and arch in his hands.

“Answer me, Y/N” he bites your neck gently, making you speak.

“Yeah...I've only dreamed of you.... please...” you reply, your eyes closing quickly at the feel of his fingers working their magic in your velvety walls. Sohee hums, his chest vibrating. Everything around you is hot and wet. You feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the bedding below, making your cheeks heat up in beautiful shades of pink and red.

“Really? What do you want me to do now, sweetheart?” asks Sohee, making you need him. His fingers move faster inside you, and your hands come up to grasp his bicep, which tenses under your fingers.

“Anything you want... I feel so good,” your eyes squeeze shut and moans come off your lips.

“Good girl... so beautiful to me, do you like it when I touch you with my fingers, baby? Do you?” you frantically nod your head, causing a deep chuckle to escape from his mouth.

You feel consciousness slipping from your body, and you try your hardest to hold on to him for as long as possible, and Sohee realizes from the look on your face how close you are to falling apart in his arms. He changes his position so that he's still lying on your side, but he lifts himself up slightly, holding himself over your trembling body on his forearm above your head.

Sohee looks down at you, watching your expression as he splits you in half with just his fingers. He enjoys watching the volume of your voice change.

“Fuck, Y/N... Cum for me, baby,” you blush and try to look into his deep brown irises. Sohee kisses you softly on your cheeks and neck.

You don't notice as you whimper at the top of your voice, your hands gripping his biceps so roughly that your nails dig into the skin. Oh, that Sohee!

His fingertips caress your sweet spot now and then, making tears come to your eyes, you squeeze your eyes shut and feel yourself crying. With happiness. Your hands slide from his abs to his biceps to his shoulder, clutching at him like he's a work of art.

“Sohee, honey... yes, fuck,” you beg, your whole body shaking.

“I'm here, love,” you bite your lower lip sharply, cumming loudly.

A moment and you feel sleep cover you both like a warm blanket, but before it does, you hear Sohee speak weakly in your ear:

“Y/N, you're incredible, I love you so much...love you so much,'' a deep blush has appeared on your cheeks, and your body goes soft in his arms.

[iryeoni05]

{The Simulator of Lies}

Pairing: fem!reader × dom!Wonbin

Synopsis: You've been taught to tell the truth since you were a child. The most sincere person is you, it is very appreciated, of course... But once you decided to lie, as you thought, for good. And you received kind of punishment from Wonbin.

Genre: smut, 18+

Warning: unprotected! sex, smoking!Wonbin

Word count: 1,1k~

Author's note: Hi!~ Thinking about this situation with y/n, I've imagined it only with Wonbin🫣🥰

''Y/N, have you ever faked an orgasm with Wonbin?”, your friend asks you, clapping her hands.

This game is something you like more and more. Everyone suddenly fell silent and could barely contain their laughter. You look at the neck of the bottle stopped on the table and remember how nasty your boyfriend has been lately. These stupid jokes he makes, his constant lack of attitude and disinterest in anything are all unacceptable in your opinion. You plant your foot on your leg, and your and Wonbin's gazes cross.

''Yes,'' you nod confidently as your lips spread into a wide smile. ''Many times.''

You can see Wonbin's jaw tense even from here. His friends clap him on the shoulder while the others start whispering amongst themselves. You just shake your head, fixing your hair and waiting for some sort of response from Wonbin. You don't wait long. He smugly declares your lie, raises his eyebrows, and walks away for a smoke to get rid of the judgmental stares he doesn't need. You even feel guilty for a moment. But only for a moment.

Soon, you too leave the stuffy room and head to the balcony for some fresh air. You don't even notice Wonbin walking in front of you. He grabs your arm, grins, and looks you in the eye. You just cluck your tongue, trying to get rid of the strong grip.

“I know you lied,” Wonbin whispered somewhere near your right ear, and you cringed, feeling your shoulder blades touch the wall behind you.

''Did I hit a nerve?” you chuckle, biting your lip as the guy's palms start stroking your waist through the fabric of your t-shirt. ''Maybe I didn't tell you, so as not to hurt your fragile male ego.''

Your words are followed by a kiss. So rough, so wet, it makes your whole body shiver. You take a step forward, trying to take control, but two slender wrists are caught in the grip of one man's hand, and you smile through the kiss, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. Your unfamiliar bedroom becomes the room Wonbin takes you into without breaking the kiss. While his hands explore the skin under your t-shirt in a masterful way, you try to kick your slippers off your feet. You reluctantly break the kiss to help Wonbin unbutton his shirt. A flame of desire lights up in the brown eyes across from you, and you both forget about your foolish prank.

Wonbin pulls you off the floor, holding you by the buttocks as you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. The couch becomes the spot where he sits down, keeping his eyes on your slightly flushed cheeks. Your legs shake, your arms begin to shake, and you whimper because your lower abdomen is already pulling unpleasantly for the second minute. You push lightly into the guy's chest, and he leans back against the back of the couch. You slide off him briefly to unzip his jeans, then hastily pull them off. Wonbin breathes noisily, trying to touch you wherever he wants while you try to kiss him again. You love kissing Wonbin, it's like a little fetish you can't give up, and you don't want to. His hand slides down the inside of your thigh to your arousal-damp crotch, and you shudder. You want to say that your line about faking it was made up, but instead you make only unintelligible sounds, and Wonbin growls as his belt buckle jingles.

Wonbin slides his finger lightly over your folds, massaging your clit and effortlessly penetrating you. One finger, another, and you shudder, shivering, and rest your hands on the back of the couch behind Wonbin. Your arousal leaves you with nowhere to put yourself and all you can do is nibble your lips, keeping your gaze fixed on him.

''Still think you're faking it?''

At some point, your legs start to shake, and you stifle a groan, resting your face against Wonbin's shoulder. He only laughs. All three fingers enter through the second phalanx, and you exhale nervously, unconsciously closing your eyes.

''I hate you.''

After a while, you help Wonbin pull down his pants and underwear while he commands, sprawled out on the couch as if he were at home. Exhaling loudly, you lower yourself sharply onto his cock, thrusting almost all the way in, and moan loudly, tentatively biting your bottom lip. You rise up slowly a couple times, almost letting go of Wonbin's cock as if getting used to it, and he helps you by holding your hips and whispering something in your ear. He sets the pace, and you hear a squelching sound from the abundance of natural lubrication with each thrust, and it makes you roll your eyes.

No, you can't fake an orgasm with him. He knows that. He knows that your body shivers with every new thrust, knows that your legs shake. He knows that your skin is covered in large goosebumps. And he knows that every moan that escapes your lips is proof that you lied about faking an orgasm. He's flattered beyond belief.

You've always loved the way Wonbin touches you. The way he weightlessly grazes your clit with his fingers and makes you tremble in his hands. You respond to every touch as Wonbin squeezes your breasts. You press your whole body against him, sinking down onto his cock, exhaling somehow raggedly into his neck, feeling your release approaching with each new thrust. When you both reach orgasm, you cover your mouth with your hand to keep from screaming too loudly as he bites the skin on your neck, squeezing your thighs hard. You collapse onto the couch, trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart. Wonbin lies down next to you, and you snuggle against his body to keep from falling off the couch onto the floor.

“If I hear that kind of shit again, I'll fuck you to death,” you smile weakly when you hear him say it, rolling your eyes and kissing his jaw line.

“Sounds like a challenge.”

[iryeoni05]

love your rockstar 🎸

anton as snoopy 🛟

[iryeoni05]

{The Best Choice Ever}

Pairing: fem!reader (y/n) × crush!Sungchan, fem! reader (y/n) × goodguy!Eunseok

Synopsis: Party is not always a place where you can be in danger. One event that has not happened may be the beginning of a new phase of life.

Genre: smut, a little bit fluff

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2,1k

It's late at night, in the middle of a party, you're drunk and not quite dressed. You're lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for Sungchan to come back. He kissed you so unrestrainedly a few minutes earlier, undressing you with such fervor until his phone vibrated. He got off you with, “Sorry, baby, I'll be right back,” and you've been lying there boredly waiting for a volunteer to fuck you ever since. You're drunk off your ass, so you don't care at all, everyone at this party was handsome, especially Sungchan's friends. No, you're not a slut, you're just a girl who came here to get fucked.

You're waiting for your prince, scrolling through your Instagram feed, boring as always. Tomorrow you will be ashamed of your behavior and drunken stories, because in reality you are far from such, well, today you just drank a lot, so you are forgiven. Little by little you start to sober up, you don't like it, you need to fix it, and don't care about Sungchan, who probably just forgot about you. You get to your feet, dizzy and everything is floating somewhere, but you spit on it and bravely walk out of the room and downstairs, where the party is still going on. There he is, Sungchan, licking with some girl, much to your relief. In truth, you don't even care, though you're a little offended. He sees you and shamefully lowers his eyes, but for you everything is fine, in fact, long ago disappointed in men, and, in fact, you just got drunk and went to the bedroom, nothing serious, but somehow do not want to drink anymore, the mood is gone. A small thing, of course, but the ego is hurt, and because of the fact that a little sobered up, and a sense of dignity suddenly awakened.

You notice a pair of interested eyes - a tall dark-haired guy standing near the wall with a red plastic cup in his hands. He's not like everyone else here, you hadn't even noticed him before, too calm and seemingly sober. You swallow nervously because you don't want any more casual hookups, you just want to call a cab and go home. Noisy music presses on you, as well as the whole party environment in general, you feel like you can't breathe, nausea comes to your throat, no, you won't vomit at this celebration of life. You go outside, and you feel better almost immediately, the cool evening wind tickling the bare parts of your skin, you feel a little cold, but you're glad you're finally out in the fresh air. Now it's absolutely certain that you're not going back there. You dial the number for a cab, but suddenly realize that you don't seem to have any money in your account to make the call.

“Shit,” you hiss under your breath, wanting to howl with frustration, hating yourself for your carelessness and thoughtlessness. You grab your head, still cursing like a cobbler, quietly to yourself. You think you're alone here, but you weren't. “Can't you call a cab?”, you shudder in surprise, turn around, and see the same guy staring at you minutes earlier.

“Uh, no, I-- I—‘’

‘’No, you're not going anywhere with a guy you don't know’’

‘’Thank you, but I'm—‘’

‘’I'm Eunseok,” he holds out his hand to you, but you don't react. ” Don’t be afraid of me, God. What's your name?’’

‘’Y/N,” you still don't know if you should talk to him, he's kind of weird.

‘’I saw you and Sungchan on the stairs, you must be hurting right now’’

‘’Not really’’, you're lying, you had special feelings for him, that's why you came here.

You didn't even hope he'd fall for you, you just freaked out, put on your most revealing dress, drank more than normal to get rid of your inner stiffness, and went out and hit on the first guy you saw. You kissed so many guys until Sungchan came up to you, he grabbed you by the waist, kissed you, whispered sweetly the compliments you had prepared beforehand, and then you went upstairs... and then nothing happened.

‘’I texted him,” your new acquaintance suddenly says.

‘’What?’’

‘’I didn't want you to do anything stupid drunk’’

In a second you're seething with anger, that damn Eunseok has ruined your one chance to sleep with the with a guy you've liked for a long time. And I don't care if he's a womanizer, like you didn't know that, and even if you were used, you just wanted to touch him, to be the one he fucked, and I don't care about pride, I don't care about anything, you just wanted it so badly.

‘’What do you care? You don't even know me,” you were about to explode and scratch that do-gooder's face.

‘’I do, actually’’

‘’Come on, you didn't even know my name,” you were getting really pissed off, holding yourself back as best you could.

‘’So? I've been watching you all night, I've seen you gulp down vodka, you're not like that, Y/N’’.

‘’How do you know what I'm like?’’, one more word and you're sure to lash out at him in a fit of aggression.

“I'm very perceptive about these things. You'd just be used and discarded.’’

‘’So what?! Maybe I wanted this,’’ okay, you're off the hook.

‘’Think about what you're saying.’’

‘’Fuck you! Who are you to lecture me?! I didn't ask you to do this, and-” you're suddenly covered in a kiss, and someone else's hands are on your waist, squeezing it lightly. Eunseok's kisses are gentle, not as demanding as Sungchan's, and he soothes you, making the storm inside you subside.

‘’Is that better?’’, he whispered, pulling away, looking into your eyes and fixing your hair.

‘’Better,” you answer him quietly, not realizing what you just said.

Eunseok kisses again, more sensual and drawn out this time.

‘’I liked you, to be honest, even before you drank. I saw how you squirmed, how uncomfortable you were, you don't need to drink to pick up a guy, you know? You need to be yourself.’’

You didn't understand why this guy was saying those words or where he was coming from, but for some reason you were very attracted to him, you wanted to give yourself to him, even if you didn't know Eunseok at all, you didn't care, for some reason you trusted him even though you shouldn't have.

‘’You wanted to give me a ride?’’, you still said quietly, a little uncertain because you were sober and sex with the first guy you saw didn't seem like such a good idea.

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’But you've been drinking.’’

‘’I didn't drink. I had a Coke in my glass.’’

Indeed, he was a little too reasonable.

‘’Then let's go.’’

You're silent most of the way to your house, you don't know what to say to each other. He has too many thoughts, wants to compliment you, but realizes he can't stop if he starts, and you... and you sit there and just smile stupidly.

‘’Here we are,” and indeed, you were already there.

‘’Thank you,” you thank him sincerely for everything.

Eunseok smiles sadly, because he doesn't want to say goodbye, but he realizes that he has to.

‘’Do you want to come in?’’, you don't know why you're saying that.

‘’Y/N, I don't want to take advantage of your condition,' his words make you even more firmly convinced of your decision.’’

‘’It's okay, Eunseok, I'm not drunk anymore. I want it.’’

Eunseok swallows nervously and finally replies:

‘’Okay.’’

And then you're in your bedroom, kissing in the dark, pressing against each other, him undressing you and you undressing him, and somehow, it's not like it was with Sungchan. Eunseok doesn't grope you, he respects every millimeter of your body, kissing your soft skin, laying you gently on the bed, hovering over you, trailing a trail of kisses lower and lower. He kisses the hollow of your belly, and you shudder for some reason, burning with desire, really wanting him, wanting it to be like this all night, to melt from his caresses as it is now. You remain naked in front of him, embarrassed, covering your breasts and looking away. Eunseok gently removes your hands and begins to kiss your heaving breasts. Your heart beats faster, your palms sweat, this guy is so gentle it makes you want to cry. Finally, he enters you, and you gasp quietly, clutching the sheet beneath you. Eunseok moves slowly, pulls your face to his, touching your cheek with his long fingers, and kisses you too sweetly, like none of the guys at that stupid party ever did. You can feel the heat of his body, his heart racing, his breathing heavy, but Eunseok isn't like that, he doesn't sleep with the first girl he meets, but something about you attracted him. It's true, he didn't know you at all, but he saw your essence in a couple of hours and seemed to fall in love, he's just an observer who suddenly got “the girl” even for himself. No, Eunseok wasn't even hoping, to tell you the truth. And you're happier than ever because you found “the one” even in the stupidest situation of all.

He kisses you like you're the most desirable thing in the world, deftly penetrating your mouth with his tongue, gradually building up the pace. You've been moaning for a long time, but you're only now noticing it, it feels too good and pleasurable, the pleasure of being loved by this strange guy instead of having you. It's not just physical pleasure, it's more than that. Eunseok is already pounding you into bed, kissing your neck frantically, gently squeezing your firm breasts in his palms, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. Your loud moans fill the room, caressing his ears, and Eunseok is pleased that you are enjoying yourself, that he was able to give you what you deserved. You reach for him, pulling him in for another kiss, your tongues intertwining, hugging him as tightly as you can, caressing him because you felt your soul mate in him. Of course, what did you know about him? But, for some reason, you frantically wanted to believe that he wouldn't leave for the morning.

You cum exhaustedly, and Eunseok collapses tiredly on your chest. Almost instantly you fall asleep, him sleeping on your chest, making it a little hard for you to breathe, but you tolerate it because you want him to sleep so peacefully until morning. And he's handsome, you notice, scrutinizing his face. You hug him and sleep, glad that you're not in Sungchan's bed right now. You're grateful to Eunseok for what he's done, because if you'd slept with Sungchan, you'd hate yourself.

You wake up, but he's not there, and you... and you're not disappointed, it was obvious, just smiling sadly, once again cursing yourself for being stupid and trusting too much.

‘’You're awake already?’’, Eunseok enters the bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand.

The whole world turned upside down for you; you couldn't believe it was really him.

He puts the coffee on the nightstand and kisses you, still sleepy.

‘’Did you think I was gone?’’, he smirks, teasing you, but you blush and look down, “I'm not going anywhere, silly. Don't get your hopes up,” he kisses your forehead and hugs you, ‘and also,’ his voice turned serious, “don’t drink anymore, okay? Your boyfriend doesn't approve.”

You blush like a tomato, slowly realizing what you've said. Sleep enjoys your reaction and pulls you to him again for a demanding kiss. You don't need to be too slutty with him, you just need to be yourself, just as you are, because this guy seems to be in love, and you, too, for that matter.

[iryeoni05]