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[ pairing ] seonghwa!top × yeosang!sub

[ sinopsis ] a simple wedding ring wouldn't be enough to stop Seonghwa from forgetting Yeosang

[ wc ] 3,4k

[ genre ] ancient boys love / no plot just pure smut

[ warning ] degradation, humiliation, kinda of bondage, manhandling, edging, a bit of oral (?), rough sex, subspace, seonghwa is a mean dom, yeosang a being a bit bratty, dacryphilia, and I may have forgotten something

[ song reccomendation ] streets — Doja Cat & eyes don't lie — Isabel LaRosa

[ n/a ] It's an old and rewritten work. It's inspired by Painter of the Night. I apologize if something sounded heavy/too mean

[ ! ] everything written here is merely fictional and does not represent the artists mentioned.

Sinuous curves were being projected on the wall, the shadow dancing slowly, grabbing the full attention of its sole spectator who was blowing opium smoke. It was pure pleasure for young Master Kang, to have his Lord's eyes glazed over him, always escaping an amused chuckle. He couldn't ask for more.

一 You look happy tonight, could I know why? — Seonghwa asked, putting his smoke aside.

Kang continued with his smooth and confident movements, he had so much to say, but he didn't need to use words, he knew Seonghwa would understand him. He had been losing nights accompanied only by his thoughts, as if in a breath he would burst into tears, but when he was there, just in silence next to Park, he felt his fear go away, it was bittersweet and dangerous, having his heart in his hands, risking himself for him, but he couldn't ignore the frequency he thought about them.

The atmosphere was so calm, the sound of running water accompanied by the slow sound of a stringed instrument filled his ears, each note seemed to be directed at Yeosang's elegant dance. The fabric of his loose robes dragged slightly on the floor, making him seem to float slowly between silent barefoot steps.

一 Have you noticed how every night we are together you ask me the same thing, and I always give the same answer, my lord? 一 The younger asked, shivering as he felt the other's thin fingers caressing his exposed shoulders 一 You know how I like your presence and everything that surrounds us, because that way I forget what is out there.

No matter how many times he heard that, for Seonghwa it always had different tones, not only that, until now he had not found an answer to such a simple phrase, but impulsive actions.

一 I don't want anything to change, but it doesn't just depend on me. All I have left is to wait for you 一 Park's soft speech became heavy and that was what Kang wanted least, after all, they had some time to enjoy before... well.

He turned to Hwa, taking a breath holding his clothes, his slightly melancholic expression turned into a sarcastic smile, never showing what was inside him.

一 Let's forget about it, our minds are full, I don't want to overflow with confusion, besides...

Park's speech was interrupted by a heated kiss, that conversation shouldn't go on, all of this had already been discussed, every word spoken by Seonghwa had already been absorbed by Yeosang, it was better to ignore it than to let more intrigue bubble between the two, what his words didn't clarify, their bodies expressed. Whenever their lips met, they could feel an enormous heat inside them, that didn't need to be repressed and couldn't be. That act without any harmony was slowly becoming more synchronised, Park sucked his thin lips, smiling every time he pulled back and the younger man sought his mouth again. Their bodies collided more abruptly, his large hands encircled Yeosang's neck, who grunted with each bite he received. He trembled when felt the icy fingers enter his clothes and reach his nipples, which were hard due to the excitement and the cold weather.

He loved how his senses were put to play. Park slowly lowered his kisses, he could feel his uneven breathing, grabbed his shoulder tightly after feeling the other's tongue in his ear, making him shiver. Exploring the body and limits of the little boy was complete fun for Seonghwa, his hands snaked around his waist and hips, reaching his round ass and squeezing it. Yeoseong, who had been acting very well until then, rubbed his knee between the older man's legs, feeling how hard he was.

— See how we managed to understand each other? I'd rather you punish me for not obeying you than when we disagree — Yeosang teased, reaching for Park's ear — The first option is always done with purpose.

Seonghwa laughed breathlessly against the other's skin, remembering all the times he had Kang on his knees in front of him, begging for his kindness after their games.

— You're right. So, that we have some things to resolve — The harsh tone made it clear how spiteful Park was, or how he would never let an opportunity to take advantage of Kang's fragile body pass by.

— Do it, my lord.

He grabbed the younger man's full thighs, having him on his lap, and pushed him to a not very high piece of furniture. Yeo didn't miss the opportunity to rub himself on his member, impatience was consuming him, and Seonghwa knew it. He positioned Yeosang sitting on the wooden piece of furniture, undoing the ties of his hanbok¹, gradually getting rid of the pieces of refined fabric. Park knelt down, the perfect height to begin his torture, the little boy's messy face and shaking hands were a perfect sight, anxiety was overwhelming him.

Park was never one for mercy, he would certainly take advantage of this night to expose how he felt about Yeosang's decisions, ignoring his own actions. The little boy brought one of his hands to his forgotten member in the hope that Park wouldn't see, to no avail, the immediate slap he received on his hand made him even more needy.

— Take your time, Yeosang. I'll do whatever you want, after I get my share — he said, placing his hands on his thin waist — I put up with you acting like a bratty child, always giving you everything you wanted, that must be why you took this attitude towards me.

Their voices stopped for a moment, letting the distant sound of Kayagum² predominate. Yeosang's heartbeat was so fast that he thought it could be heard from any distance, he grumbled irritably when he felt his belly tighten.

Seonghwa carelessly removed the cotton baji³, seeing the cock shining due to pre-cum, he ran his tongue over the boy's entrance and perineum, reaching the length of his member. Slow and steady movements in the moist slit made Yeosang shudder in embarrassment, it made it seem like they had never done anything like this before. Seonghwa's black feline eyes were devoted to the little boy's reactions, watching his limits, after all, he didn't want to end here. In a spasm, Kang mentioned closing his legs, Park stopped him by moving them further apart, having the inexplicable vision of the boy with red cheeks, messy and open for him, and only for him. When his member was grabbed fiercely he sucked in air between his teeth anxiously, he wanted so much to have Hwa fill him completely, to experience his heat, wanting to prolong that for hours, but he would have to be obedient and wait, but seonghwa couldn't make this easy,

— Lord! Please...

Park didn't care about the protest, he just snapped up his member, letting some of his own saliva drip onto his hands. Kang bit his own index finger to censor his own soft moans, but every now and then he let one out, pleasing Seonghwa's attentive ears. He was so close, so close to giving heaven to his little boy, but he wanted to take it in another direction, even though he really wanted to see Yeosang's tired expression of pleasure. He stood up, leaving the boy lost and deeply frustrated, stroking his own penis. Park composed himself, getting rid of his jacket, exposing his sweaty chest with delicate lines of definition, however, what caught Yeosang's attention the most was what Seonghwa picked up. A thin piece of bamboo. The older man approached, inserting his fingertips into the hairs on the back of the boy's neck, bringing his face closer, mentioning kissing him, but then he stepped back. He pulled the satin ribbon that held the dark brown strands together, moving away again.

— Think it'll be worth it — he whispered, giving Yeosang a simple kiss on his forehead, trying to reassure him of what was to come.

With the blue ribbon, he tied a tight knot around the boy's cock, giving it a delaying effect. The feeling wasn't bad, quite the opposite, but it didn't negate how much he wanted to cum.

— Young Master Kang, you're so perfect... — He smoothed his white thighs with the bamboo, controlling his own erection.

— Do what you want so much, you don't have to worry about me — he hurried, smiling with difficulty. Those words sounded melodious, however, Seonghwa knew that Yeosang preferred to satisfy him than to care for his own safety. It was a problem many times.

Hwa let out air from his nostrils, preventing his body from taking control instead of his mind. The sound of the rod echoing four times against the milky skin, immediately taking on a reddish colour. Yeosang flinched at the sudden action, his skin burning and then received an immeasurable feeling of relaxation, it was so good. Three more times he felt the rod hit his skin, marking both thighs, this time making him complain with sealed lips. He immediately brought his hands to the marked area to relieve the pain when he was stopped. Park grabbed his hair, pulling him away as if pulling his reins.

— Don't touch unless I allow it, don't you understand? Stupid — Poor Yeosang, hard, angry and immobile — Just hold on a little longer.

Kang nodded silently as a single tear ran down his cheek. Hwa took a strange deep breath, as if he were actually letting go of something that weighed heavily on him, but rationally he took care of the little boy. Without saying a word, he stared at the white thighs that contrasted with crimson marks before damaging them even more with the bamboo. The boy burst into a soft cry as the cum ran down between his thighs, dirtying the furniture he was sitting on. Seonghwa smiled proudly, delighting in Kang's confused expression.

— My angel, it's over — he wrapped his arms around his tired body, caressing the entire length of his back — How do you feel?

The young master's sobs were so cute, he mumbled disjointed things, wiping his tears clumsily.

– Take it off me, my lord. I need you now — He begged, grabbing the older man's torso, digging his short nails into his back.

Those words made a dense fog blind Seonghwa, his little boy begging for him, so vulnerable. However, he wouldn't give in so easily, he knew he could endure much more, and he would put that to the test. He slowly denied it, moistening his lips. He held yeosang's member that slid easily into his hand, massaging the glans with his thumb, noticing his restlessness. Excited after feeling pain, Kang Yeosang was so dirty.

The little boy wanted to scream, that insignificant ribbon became a great nuisance, but any protest was repressed with a strong grip on the sensitive member. Park sped up his movements even more, and with his free hand he snaked his bare chest, causing a damn chill in Kang's stomach, and in a few seconds the warm liquid ran between his fingers, earning an embarrassed look. There was no way to wait any longer.

Urgently, he hugged the defeated body, pressing it closer to his own. He didn't complain about the strong scratches he received, the aspiring masochist was grateful. He leaned Yeosang's body, resting one hand on the wall behind him. He could no longer ignore how much he also wanted to feel him, so warm and tight, so he did it without hesitation. He got rid of the remaining piece of clothing and invaded him, eliciting a muffled scream. He began light movements with his hips, trying not to hurt him.

— Lord Seonghwa, wait a second! — he sighed heavily, pushing him away in a failed attempt — I just came…

Once again he was ignored, he hid his own face in Park's shoulders as a certain desperation took over his mind. For Seonghwa, when their bodies connected, it was as if nothing else mattered other than their pleasure, each being the other's place of peace.

— I just want you to scream my name out loud, there's no one to hear us — He asked, nibbling on the other's earlobe, who agreed to the condition.

He gave just a few sharp thrusts, waiting for him to get used to it, and only then did he continue more arduously, going deeper. He panted loudly, wanting Kang more and more, his insides welcoming him so deliciously as that wet and obscene sound filled the room with the predominant heat.

— Lord... Lord Park — he called, changing the volume of his voice between slow moans — Seonghwa!

He shouted before giving a painful bite to the older man's shoulder, who stopped thrusting for a moment, leaning on the boy. For a second, Yeo thought he had lost control, he feared Park's reaction.

— I like it when you do that — He laughed contentedly, pulling out of him, leaving his little hole contracting around nothing.

He started kissing the Yeosang's jaw, slowly going down, chin, neck, collarbone to his nipples where he gave them shameless sucks. Yeosang felt so immersed, the tiredness became more exciting for both of them. His member returning to hardness needed attention, but he was so focused on Seonghwa's soft lips on his chest that he ignored the tension forming in his belly. Park followed with slower movements of his tongue while he also masturbated, testing his own patience. It was worth seeing Yeosang, irritated, finding his own way to "get his attention".

— Seonghwa, you're playing dirty! — he complained irritably, deciding that he would also irritate him, that he would make him wait.

Kang pushed his lord away with a weak hand, wanting to make him stop playing, however, he should know that he is not the one who makes the rules. Seonghwa grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. Kang's eyes widened in fright, receiving a disapproving look.

— I know I am, you prefer it this way, you don't have to deny it — he whispered between clenched teeth — taking the pain and displaying your grudge. So innocent.

Yeosang laughed knowingly, neither of them were pure.

— Innocence? It's just that you ripped it out of me — calmly, he stared deeply into the other's glassy black eyes — known as a demon, the one who commits sodomy even in broad daylight, never caring about who's around — he said those words without any regret.

— I know, you helped me spread those rumours, have you forgotten? — He smiled wickedly over his full lips, biting them and pulling them slowly.

He felt the pre-cum smear his fingers, unable to wait any longer, he wanted to sink into Yeosang. He attacked his lips again, leaving his own wet member rubbing against the little hole. Park wanted so much to enjoy that moment, among so many others, this one seemed more intense, more unreal for several reasons. Without hesitation, he entered Kang again, who was anxious for that, he needed to have his lord coming undone inside him.

— Yeosang... — the velvety voice was so exciting, so close to his ear amidst drawn-out moans.

His arms began to tingle, he tried to move them a little to relieve it but it was impossible. Seonghwa, noticing the discomfort, picked him up carefully. He laid his numb body on the mat, pushing away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. Kang amidst the pleasurable chaos that was happening caressed Seonghwa's face and started a deep kiss, pulling the loose strands of his messy bun and closing his eyes tightly again, numb, listening to the hoarse moans and feeling his thighs still pinching.

The thrusts became rougher, his peak was so close, he felt that euphoria take over him, he shivered, staring into the black eyes. Park grabbed the boy's left thigh, lifting it up. Yeosang's flexibility was so admirable. The grip was immediate due to the quick action, causing a little pain for both of them, but that doesn't mean it wasn't pleasurable. He held his cheeks cursing, that irritated expression on Park's face was so erotic to Yeosang.

— I'm going to end up hurting you, Yeosang — the name mentioned between the strong breaths made Kang freeze, that adrenaline was probing him.

He received only a muffled laugh in response, he thought he could make Park wait. He was so wrong. He held Kang's body, changing their positions, letting him on top, Yeosang didn't even have time to understand what had just happened. Slow movements with his hips delayed his orgasm, not just his, so if Kang wanted to cum too, he would have to work a little.

— Are you tired? Come on, we're almost there — He held the well-defined waist with both hands.

Yeosang felt like a complete fool, he hated how Park always got everything he wanted from him. He swallowed his own anger because, at the moment, all he cared about was getting some pleasure using the other's body. Leaning on his knees, which had been hurt from so many times, he slowly projected his body up and down, determined to make it pure entertainment for Seonghwa. He let the moans stuck in his throat come out, choking on his own breath. That position made his sweet spot be massacred in a dizzying way. He ran his hand over his own torso feeling his cold skin, playing with his own hard nipples, staring at him with teary eyes, caught up in the rhythm they were in, his hair messy, sweaty and inert.

— My lord... he moaned weakly — I'm going to cum — the hands that were previously surrounding his waist slid down to his hips, guiding his agile movements while the sound of their bodies colliding filled the closed room. Park's focused on the younger man's desperation, making him go harder and deeper. Yeosang let out a drawn-out moan as his cum splashed onto Seonghwa's abdomen, feeling his own inteiror being filled up, but he continued that repetitive action until his legs shook and couldn't support him. He weighed down on the older man's body, who caressed the back of his neck without saying a single word. They remembered that words were still needed to resolve the friction between them.

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Wrapped in the warm water, Seonghwa hugged Yeosang tenderly, wanting to keep their bodies as close as possible. Yeosang could barely react, his swollen eyes closed and his breathing wheezing low. It was routine for him to fall asleep and Park would end up cleaning him. That was the only time he really wanted to talk, that constant agony stole his thoughts, always reminding him how unhappy he was. He didn't want to get married, especially to young master Kang's older sister, and he knew that he obviously wasn't happy about that either.

The noble lady who spent her days learning to play Kayagum was not made for him. The nobles could not ignore what Yeosang had between his legs and allow a marriage between them, even though it was clear how unhappy all parties in that love triangle were. He wanted to find a way, but he needed the support of the little one who weighed on his body, and to admit that to himself. He ran his wet hand over his thighs, still making careful signs. Yeosang reacted, not bothered, just purring. Seonghwa remained still until he felt the tips of the younger's fingers delicately playing with his strands.

— I've never seen you with your hair down — He mumbled, almost inaudibly, in a drunken voice. He remained silent until he felt comfortable. — My lord, whenever I think of you, my chest tightens, it gets stronger when I think of losing you. It hurts so much. Those words covered in agony were enough to convey exactly what Kang meant for Park. That also disturbed him. He adjusted his soft body over him, clearing his throat, trying to get rid of the knot that had just formed.

— I feel the same way. And if you really let me, I'd rather become the moon, and accompany you wherever you go — I have feelings for you, Kang Yeosang — He explained with a choked voice.

He felt stupid speaking after those words escaped his mouth, even more so because of the silence that hung before them. He didn't know how much that impacted the little boy who barely knew what love was. He shouldn't have heard that, it only weighed on his mind more. He couldn't bear to see Park with his sister, but the same goes for being away from him. Kang slowly managed to move away a little, staring at Seonghwa.

— My lord, I've made up my mind. I...

His statement was interrupted by the other's lips next to his. It seems they had reached a consensus. I cannot say how the story of these two lovers ended, but their love would last forever.

¹. Hanbok. Traditional Korean dress.

². Kayagum. Ancient Korean stringed instrument.

³. Baji. Type of traditional Korean pants that are part of the hanbok.

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lilgaeguli · 8 months ago

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OBSESSED – 최산

⋆ synopsis. just virgin! san eating u out for the first time <3

pairing. boyfriend! san & fem! reader.

wc. 0,5k

warnings. smut (mdni!), virgin & soft dom! san, masturbation (f! receiving), overstimulation, tongue fucking, cum eating, praise, dirty talk, cussing, nicknames (sannie, baby, good girl & more), san’s just utterly in love with reader <3

nic’s notes ⋆ it’s 4am & i’m ovulating y’all, forgive me ('''– ⌓ –)＝３

okay but virgin! san that’s more than ready to please you, eagerly lapping at your wet folds messily. he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, he’s just using the sweet melody of your moans as his guide, a hint that you’re enjoying yourself. his tongue explores places he never knew existed, places that have now become his favorites. his fingers are everywhere, stroking every inch of skin he can, loving phalanges providing sweet touches on your hips as they drew unintelligible scribbles.

the muscles of his tongue feel the way your walls clench around it greedily, which only incites him to keep pushing it down, excited to stretch you fully.

on the other hand, you’re holding on to the messy sheets underneath you for dear life, fingers clamping around the soft fabric as your knuckles turn a pretty shade of white.

because you understand your boyfriend’s eagerness. but fucking hell, this is the fourth time you’ve come.

“g-god, sannie— stop, ’s too much—“

the moment you mutter the word “stop”, he buries the entire length of his skillful tongue inside your tight, gushing walls. and the way you clench around him immediately makes his eyes roll back. he successfully rips a cry out of you, your trembling hands dart towards his messy locks, driven by a single purpose: to grip them tightly whilst you come undone, completely helpless under him. he swirls his tongue around your sensitive, overstimulated clit as he helps you to ride your orgasm.

if he was in love with you before, he’s utterly consumed by you now.

“fuck baby i know ‘s too much—” he pulls away to speak, his raspy and growly voice sending the most delicious chills down your spine.

and shit. the way he’s staring at you is immaculate. brown intoxicated eyes, dilated from lust pierce into your soul like daggers as messy locks of hair fall gracefully over his lashes; all while a soft red blush strikes his cheekbones, belying the sinful scene. a clear, viscous string of your creamy fluids clings to the corner of his swollen lips.

the divine sight of him like this is going to be stuck in your head for a long time: between your legs, just done eating your pussy to the bone.

“but you’re taking it like such a good girl.” he deposits the gentlest kiss on your inner thigh, the feathery stroke of his lips over your sensitive skin tickling you a bit. “please just let me give ya another one. pretty please, baby.”

he begs. he fucking begs, with a tilted head and those undeniably beautiful doe eyes staring into your soul, only releasing the most primitive side of you.

and how can you ever deny him a treat?

“o-okay.” you whisper, almost embarrassed of your words; as if this whole situation wasn’t shameless enough. you aren’t sure how much more of what he was dishing out you could take, but san’s already set in his mind; he’s going to push you to your goddamn limits. because eating your pussy is now his addiction and obsession. and if that means doing it until the only sound escaping your lips are silent cries and his name, then he’s more than happy to comply.

“that’s my princess.”

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thanks so much everyone for enjoying my work!!! I'll give my best to write better n better <33

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lilgaeguli · 9 months ago

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I've been thinking about how hot San would look with a wedding ring

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[ pairing ] childhood best friend × f!reader;

[ sinopsis ] childhood friends with a mutual feeling that blossomed on a sunny summer vacation;

[ wc ] 3,4k

[ genre ] fluffy smut

[ warning ] unprotected sex (don't do this), fingering (f receiving), tons of rough sex, cute nicknames, Hongjoong is a certified lover boy, kitty slapping (once), nipple play, and some comedy at some point (???)

[ song reccomendation ] we can't be friends — Ariana Grande, sweater wheater — The Neighborhood, Friends — Chase Atlantic & Wild Thoughts — Rihanna;

[ n/a ] I really liked to write this cause I loved the vibe. I hope you get it 𖹭

[ ! ] everything written here is merely fictional and does not represent the artists mentioned.

It was supposed to be just a trip between old friends, but it turned out that spring found them, blossoming a forgotten passion.

Everyone ran from one side to the other shouting and singing while you felt your stomach churn as you laying down on the couch waiting for that damn nausea to pass, staring at the old, turned off television. The sun was slowly hiding behind the horizon beginning the night, but for you it only reminds you of the early morning you spent awake. With your eyes closed, you felt like a burden in that state. Through the reflection of the television, with half-open eyes you saw Hongjoong approaching.

— Are you better? — He said, leaning on the couch.

Your head throbbed just from hearing his voice a little louder. You grimaced, bringing a hand to your temple, almost begging him not to open his mouth anymore. Maybe it was a little rude of you.

— Uh, sorry — Then he noticed — I'll speak more softly.

— No problem, it's not your fault — You reassured him, closing your eyes to avoid the light — What time is it, Joong?

Your stomach growled, begging you to eat something, but you were sure you would throw it all up. Damn anxiety, it should have passed by now.

— It's 4:30 pm — he whispered thoughtfully.

Silence hung for a moment, but this time it caused you immediate loneliness. You felt something on your forehead, making you open your eyes with difficulty. It was just Hongjoong checking your temperature with his cold hand. His bright eyes were full of concern despite his expressionless face.

— You need to eat something.

Anxiety. Even the idea of swallowing something repulsed you. You always felt like this on long trips, it took a little less time for the nausea and anxiety to pass. Probably because this time you were traveling with just your friends for the first time, even though it was only a few days in your parents' old summer house, your intuition indicated that something was different.

— I don't want to. It'll pass soon. Besides, I don't want to throw up.

Let's just say that Seonghwa's car almost got a new decoration on the trip. However, not even this infamous reminder made Hongjoong give up.

— You're as white as a sheet, you need to eat – he said more imposingly — I'm going to make some tea and think of something decent, you're going to eat even if I have to feed you. Your mother will kill me if she finds out that I left you on the verge of anemia — That's an exaggeration.

It was strange how he always found a way to take care of you. Not strange, in fact very adorable, almost brotherly to say the least. Knowing that it would be smarter not to argue, you just nodded.

— Aren't you going to see the lake?

Almost as a reflex, Hongjoong picked up a pillow, hitting Mingi, who came into the room excitedly. Poor thing. You laughed softly, avoiding moving, causing a possible dramatic stab.

— Is she still sick?

— Shut up, Mingi! — he scolded once more, coming out louder than he would have liked. Realizing it, Hongjoong looked at you, pleading for mercy on his face.

Your lips twisted chuckling. The headache was going away. Mentally thanking yourself, you sat down and looked through the door that pointed to the huge lawn surrounded by the forest. You felt foolish for being in that state instead of reliving your childhood memories in that place.

— She’s fine, look — Mingi pointed out, regretting it in the same second due to the storm in his eyes threatening them — Ah… Hongjoong, we were thinking about playing marcopolo¹, maybe going into the forest once more. What do you think?

— Here’s what you do, Mingi — From the beginning of the sentence and Kim’s tone, you already knew what was coming — Why don’t you go ahead and whenever I shout “Marco” you shout “Polo”, we’ll run, I’ll find out where you are. It’ll be super fun — he said ironically, gesturing, that sharp smile was the cherry on the cake.

Giving you a discouraged look, Mingi left cursing softly. You let the laziness melt away from your body and stood up, your shoulders feeling lighter. You didn’t feel the slightest bit like running after butterflies or jumping in the lake with the boys, but it was a start.

— Joon, I’m going up to my old room. I want to take a shower but I promise I’ll come down to help with dinner.

Your feet touched the floor more firmly, a relief.

— No problem, just rest. I’ll be right up to get you something to eat, princess.

Just like the warm sun of that afternoon, that lovely nickname warmed your chest. You went upstairs, walking through the hallways lit only by the rays of sunlight through the windows. It was like reliving a perfect memory, you could smell the cookies your mother baked, perfuming the house, while you and Hongjoong played hide and seek.

You've always been together since you can remember. You grew up together, two children who used to fight over Pokémon cards now barely spent time together due to their busy lives. Seeing the man Kim Hongjoong become filled you with pride. Distant but so familiar, and even from a distance he found a way to take care of you. Maybe it's true that a girl's first crush is the purest.

Entering your room, you caught a glimpse of the wallpaper on the walls with some war marks, that is, chalk scribbles, and your clean bed with a stuffed rabbit on top. Everything was as it always was, as if you had never even left that place.

Stopping for a second you noticed that finally that anxiety and nausea had passed, relieved you looked for your suitcase that Seonghwa had left next to your old dressing table. Out of the corner of your eye you captured your image in the axed mirror. You were a woman now.

After a relaxing bath, you put on a white dress with yellow flowers, like when your mother would bathe you and tidy you up after playing all afternoon completing your memories. You sat in front of the dressing table, fixing your hair with a smile on your face. Just to see if it was just a daydream, you opened the drawers and proved to yourself that that room had stopped in time.

You found things that you didn't even suspect existed anymore, like an unfinished sketchbook full of folds and a photo album. You opened the small album, a little dust tickling your nose indicating the time the object had been forgotten. Each frozen image made a movie run through your head. Until you found a photo of Hongjoong and you together, his knee was scraped, next to the bicycle revealing the reason for the injury. You laughed to yourself as you remembered the story behind the photo. You decided that you were going to teach Kim how to ride a bike without training wheels, helped him, but only for the first 5 seconds before he took his body and the bike to the ground. In an attempt to help, you did as your mother did and showered him with kisses.

— Knock knock — speaking of him — what are you laughing at? I could hear it as I walked up the stairs — he said, entering the room, balancing a cup in his hand and closing the door behind him with his foot.

Was the house too quiet or were you really excited? Probably both.

—Try drinking a little, it might help ease the… anxiety — he got lost in his own words, but his proud face said what was necessary.

Hongjoong quickly admired you from head to toe, not wanting to be caught doing such an act. You nodded in thanks, grabbing the hot cup and leaving it on the dresser.

— I found some interesting things here. Want to see? — you asked, sipping his tea.

He quickly nodded and you made room for him to sit next to you. You put the cup aside and opened the photo album showing that funny photo, to say the least. When he saw the photo, his face lit up and his previously rigid shoulders took on a relaxed posture, but once again all you could pay attention to was that sweet and funny laugh.

— I didn't know that photo existed. My knee hurt just looking at it — he scratched his head

— Do you want a little kiss to make it better?

Adorable! Both of your cheeks turned a peachy shade. Every joke has a grain of truth. You wanted that, didn't you? — I mean, maybe it wasn't obvious, but you couldn't argue — Your fear was that you wanted that but it could be platonic, or worse, being rejected. Why would he, who watched you grow up and protected you so much, see you as anything more than a friend? But there was a small chance that he was thinking the same thing and that's what you clung to.

— There's one more thing I wanted you to see.

You rummaged through the drawer, fully aware of what you would find. Feeling the objects, you turned to him and placed them in his hands.

— Wait a second, I remember these rings — Holding the rings at his fingertips, he shook his head in disbelief — I bought us lollipops after school and they came as a gift. Later, we played wedding games.

He remembered, even more vividly than you. Hongjoong had a lot to say, questions to ask, it was clear but a lump in his throat held back his words. Suddenly he felt 13 again, looking at you still wondering if it was the right thing to do. A breeze hit the back of the man's neck, that silence creating the perfect environment just for the two of you as if the universe had finally aligned.

— I promised I would take care of you. Even if you left my side I would still be waiting for you — he laughed breathlessly, his eyes were aimless — After all these years... are you still mine?

Millions of fireworks exploded, clearing your mind, finally opening the horizon. It took a few seconds for you to formulate a cohesive sentence, if you knew how torturous those milliseconds were for him. You looked at each other calmly, looking like two fools. Finally, the two of you met again. You brought your faces closer, waiting for his reaction. He left the boy he used to be behind, without hesitation he started a warm kiss. It was sweeter than you could ever imagine, his soft lips against yours gave you goosebumps all over. Taking a liberty, he brought a hand to the back of your neck, deepening the slow kiss that like gunpowder ran through your body, warming you completely. It gradually took a needier turn, as if your bodies were now acting on their own, searching for a perfect connection.

— Joon… wait a minute — you separated, taking a breath. His lips shone, calling you once more, but you knew that from then on it would be dangerous territory.

— What happened? Did I do something wrong? — You wanted to pinch yourself. It was impossible for someone as kind as him to exist. Fool, that’s how you should feel for not having opened your eyes sooner.

— No, no, no. I just… — you didn’t want to say it, it felt wrong to say such a thing to someone who until a few seconds ago was nothing more than your best friend. But your mistake was forgetting that he knows you, from your tantrums to your silliest quirks.

— I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything. It’s okay — you said, making your lips form a line that was still cheerful.

That wasn’t exactly what you wanted to say.

You placed a hand on his chest, pushing him weakly out of the seat and standing up with him gently. You looked deep into his brown eyes and gave him two short kisses that had an innocent undertone.

— I’m tired of waiting for your love, Hongjoong.

Your hands ran over his shoulders, stopping around his neck, caressing the area. In perfect connection, he moved his hands, adorned with silver rings, to your waist, further limiting the distance between your bodies.

—Me too — he murmured — No more games.

Your lips met once more without any secondary thought making you question, in order to explore hidden parts of each other. He sought your warmth in someone who only offered him cold. After so long wanting more than the title “friend,” Hongjoong tried to remain calm, always aware of which part of you he could touch, controlling his growing urgency. You knew what you wanted, it was no longer a surprise. Given that, you helped him take off his shirt, throwing it anywhere in the room. That unknown sensation enveloped you more intensely to the point of being irreversible.

You guided him to the bed and laid him down, untying his belt, as passive-aggressive as he was. You seemed like completely different people at that moment, leaving any modesty aside. Your mesmerizing eyes enchanted him as you crawled towards him, that perfect vision at the same time angelic, promiscuous and seductive. You distributed kisses along his neck, going up his jaw to his ear, moaning softly just so he could have a taste of how much you wanted him. He grabbed your hips, adjusting you on his lap, desperately trying to have some kind of friction, that's when you felt how hard he was.

— I've been craving you for so long…

He whispered hoarsely, bringing you the taste of all the nights you fantasized about his hands running over the curves of your body, saying how good you're for him.

— So don't be shy, taste me.

You took off your dress, revealing your bare breasts. At that moment Hongjoong observed you like the most delicate piece of art, but he wanted to mark you, claiming you as his. He changed positions, attacking your breasts with kisses and hickeys. His tongue working on one of your nipples while he played with the other, pinching it, caused a mixture of sensations of sensitivity, pain and pleasure.

— shit, you're so amazing — you whined

— Oh, you like that? I can do this all night long, princess.

He grunted, smirking. Your nipple between his teeth caused you a strangely pleasurable agony. However, a lack grows inside you.

— I had a very nice dream that started like this — He said, looking at you, smiling sweetly.

— And how did it end? — you asked, feeling your skin boil.

— you teaching me how to make you feel good while I ruin my little princess.

His calm voice saying something so obscene was a reward for all the waiting during these years. You caressed his face, the warmth of his cheeks brought back memories, now being replaced by new ones.

— Let's end what you started — you whispered, pulling your silver necklace to get his attention.

He gave you a few short kisses, smiling sweetly at each small distance. From now on, words alone would not be enough to express his desires and feelings. While one of his hands supported you on the bed, the other slid down your body. After a light squeeze on your waist, he entered your panties. The silver of his rings made your stomach turn. Circular movements began on your pussy. He observed the smallest of your reactions, always returning to the most torturous points that were indicated to him, sliding his fingers over your slippery folds. He kissed your forehead lovingly even as you grumbled about his fingers searching for more.

— Please, Joon... I need you inside — You sighed a little frustrated.

— We waited so long, what are a few more seconds? — he teased, laughing — I just need to make sure I won't hurt you.

He didn't just want to try to take care of you, but to make sure that only he could hurt you the way he wanted. Slowly you felt your insides stretch and the cold silver once again made itself present, making you gasp heavily. Two of his fingers invaded you while his thumb continued its work tirelessly. Your low moans incited him even more, if you kept up this pace you wouldn't be able to last much longer, but it was far from enough. You grabbed his hand when you felt your sensitivity slowly increase, that didn't stop him from giving your swollen pussy a few taps, making you choke on your own breath.

— Hongjoong... — his sparkling eyes, so pure, begged for mercy.

He wanted to make sure that your first time together was the best possible for you, unfortunately they would have to avoid drawing attention. Next time he'll make sure to make you scream his name to whoever wants to hear, but right now he needed to remember what it's like to have fun with you.

— I want to see you cumming on my cock so badly

Hongjoong was making a great effort to contain himself just to worship you, but he couldn't ignore his own desire any longer. He got on top of you and pulled down his jeans, showing his covered hardness. He pulled you by the waist easily, already showing his need. The wet base of his cock slid over your wet pussy before invading you completely, making a wet sound, you swallowed every inch of him perfectly, your cervix was pressed, causing you ecstasy making you ignore any discomfort, feeling only him pulsating inside you. He moved his hips slowly, sliding into your warm interior, increasing the speed as your moans escaped.

— Fuck, you feel so good — he said, running his tongue over his teeth with a wicked smile, completely different from the Kim Hongjoong you always kept your eyes on — my babydoll is taking me so well…

The weakly afternoon sun hit his face and made him even more attractive, his concentrated expression and his hoarse moans made you lose yourself for a second, inert in pleasure in all forms, that's when you were surprised by voices outside the house, it seems the boys came back from the lake.

— Shit — he cursed, pushing the strands of sweat-damp hair back — Chill, baby. Don't hold back.

He stood above you, resting one hand on the headboard of the bed, now making full eye contact, which was a complete mess. It didn't take long for him to return to his work and thrust into you more aggressively this time, making it difficult not to make a sound. That's when he grabbed your hips, reaching your deepest point. Your insides contracted and euphoria took over you, you moaned slowly but were interrupted by him covering your mouth.

— Look at me — he couldn't be enjoying himself more — We need to be quiet. No one but me should hear you like this, right? — he asked rhetorically, going slower but rougher.

You nod with teary eyes, and he slowly takes his hand away, allowing you to breathe in relief.

— I don't care about who's outside — you whispered — Fill me up, please.

He was as surprised as you were to hear those words spoken by your sweet lips. Your wish was his command. Hearing you begging like that, he thrust into you again, hard, in contrast to a soft kiss that he started in an attempt to mask his own moans. You reached your limit, leaving his lips, and he just watched you so vulnerable, cumming on his dick, your liquids mixed and leaking through your pussy, sensitive to the touch. He lay down next to you, cradling you in his arms, caressing your hair, distributing simple kisses over every inch of your skin, showing how proud he was.

— You know we’re not just friends anymore, right? — You turned to him, snuggling into his chest, wondering if maybe you hadn’t sounded too oppressive.

— We’re already married. Have you forgotten? — He joked, easing the tension in your mind —Honestly, I don’t care about the title, but I’ll keep trying until you’re mine alone.

You kissed, leaving any doubts behind, staying there enjoying each other’s presence for a few seconds until you noticed the unusual silence for a full house. A few grumbles revealed the reason for the tranquility. Hongjoong snorted, rolling his eyes.

— Marco! — He called loudly, looking at the closed door.

And outside the room he heard someone answering “polo!”.

— Damn…

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lilgaeguli · 10 months ago

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[ pairing ] childhood best friend × f!reader;

[ sinopsis ] childhood friends with a mutual feeling that blossomed on a sunny summer vacation;

[ wc ] 3,4k

[ genre ] fluffy smut

[ song reccomendation ] we can't be friends — Ariana Grande, sweater wheater — The Neighborhood, Friends — Chase Atlantic & Wild Thoughts — Rihanna;

[ n/a ] I really liked to write this cause I loved the vibe. I hope you get it 𖹭

[ ! ] everything written here is merely fictional and does not represent the artists mentioned.

It was supposed to be just a trip between old friends, but it turned out that spring found them, blossoming a forgotten passion.

— Are you better? — He said, leaning on the couch.

Your head throbbed just from hearing his voice a little louder. You grimaced, bringing a hand to your temple, almost begging him not to open his mouth anymore. Maybe it was a little rude of you.

— Uh, sorry — Then he noticed — I'll speak more softly.

— No problem, it's not your fault — You reassured him, closing your eyes to avoid the light — What time is it, Joong?

Your stomach growled, begging you to eat something, but you were sure you would throw it all up. Damn anxiety, it should have passed by now.

— It's 4:30 pm — he whispered thoughtfully.

— You need to eat something.

— I don't want to. It'll pass soon. Besides, I don't want to throw up.

Let's just say that Seonghwa's car almost got a new decoration on the trip. However, not even this infamous reminder made Hongjoong give up.

It was strange how he always found a way to take care of you. Not strange, in fact very adorable, almost brotherly to say the least. Knowing that it would be smarter not to argue, you just nodded.

— Aren't you going to see the lake?

Almost as a reflex, Hongjoong picked up a pillow, hitting Mingi, who came into the room excitedly. Poor thing. You laughed softly, avoiding moving, causing a possible dramatic stab.

— Is she still sick?

— Shut up, Mingi! — he scolded once more, coming out louder than he would have liked. Realizing it, Hongjoong looked at you, pleading for mercy on his face.

— Joon, I’m going up to my old room. I want to take a shower but I promise I’ll come down to help with dinner.

Your feet touched the floor more firmly, a relief.

— No problem, just rest. I’ll be right up to get you something to eat, princess.

Was the house too quiet or were you really excited? Probably both.

—Try drinking a little, it might help ease the… anxiety — he got lost in his own words, but his proud face said what was necessary.

Hongjoong quickly admired you from head to toe, not wanting to be caught doing such an act. You nodded in thanks, grabbing the hot cup and leaving it on the dresser.

— I found some interesting things here. Want to see? — you asked, sipping his tea.

— I didn't know that photo existed. My knee hurt just looking at it — he scratched his head

— Do you want a little kiss to make it better?

— There's one more thing I wanted you to see.

You rummaged through the drawer, fully aware of what you would find. Feeling the objects, you turned to him and placed them in his hands.

— I promised I would take care of you. Even if you left my side I would still be waiting for you — he laughed breathlessly, his eyes were aimless — After all these years... are you still mine?

— Joon… wait a minute — you separated, taking a breath. His lips shone, calling you once more, but you knew that from then on it would be dangerous territory.

— I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything. It’s okay — you said, making your lips form a line that was still cheerful.

That wasn’t exactly what you wanted to say.

You placed a hand on his chest, pushing him weakly out of the seat and standing up with him gently. You looked deep into his brown eyes and gave him two short kisses that had an innocent undertone.

— I’m tired of waiting for your love, Hongjoong.

—Me too — he murmured — No more games.

— I've been craving you for so long…

He whispered hoarsely, bringing you the taste of all the nights you fantasized about his hands running over the curves of your body, saying how good you're for him.

— So don't be shy, taste me.

— shit, you're so amazing — you whined

— Oh, you like that? I can do this all night long, princess.

He grunted, smirking. Your nipple between his teeth caused you a strangely pleasurable agony. However, a lack grows inside you.

— I had a very nice dream that started like this — He said, looking at you, smiling sweetly.

— And how did it end? — you asked, feeling your skin boil.

— you teaching me how to make you feel good while I ruin my little princess.

His calm voice saying something so obscene was a reward for all the waiting during these years. You caressed his face, the warmth of his cheeks brought back memories, now being replaced by new ones.

— Let's end what you started — you whispered, pulling your silver necklace to get his attention.

— Please, Joon... I need you inside — You sighed a little frustrated.

— We waited so long, what are a few more seconds? — he teased, laughing — I just need to make sure I won't hurt you.

— Hongjoong... — his sparkling eyes, so pure, begged for mercy.

— I want to see you cumming on my cock so badly

— Shit — he cursed, pushing the strands of sweat-damp hair back — Chill, baby. Don't hold back.

— Look at me — he couldn't be enjoying himself more — We need to be quiet. No one but me should hear you like this, right? — he asked rhetorically, going slower but rougher.

You nod with teary eyes, and he slowly takes his hand away, allowing you to breathe in relief.

— I don't care about who's outside — you whispered — Fill me up, please.

— You know we’re not just friends anymore, right? — You turned to him, snuggling into his chest, wondering if maybe you hadn’t sounded too oppressive.

— We’re already married. Have you forgotten? — He joked, easing the tension in your mind —Honestly, I don’t care about the title, but I’ll keep trying until you’re mine alone.

— Marco! — He called loudly, looking at the closed door.

And outside the room he heard someone answering “polo!”.

— Damn…

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two player game

pairing: gamer boy! yunho x gf! reader

genre: smut with zero plot

summary: you find something worthwhile to occupy your attention while your boyfriend is wrapped up in his current save file.

w.c: 1.7k

warnings: nasty dom! yuyu , tiny bit bratty mostly good girl! reader, pet names + name calling, praise + degradation, SIZE KINK 🗣️🗣️🗣️, monster cock yunho agenda, implied throat/hole training, manhandling, edging, cockwarming w throat, messy oral + deep-throating, finger sucking, a (rough) quick fuck bc yunho cums in 0.5 seconds, breeding + bulge kink, creampie <3

a/n: as a certified yunwhore i simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about gamer boy yuyu ~~ honestly i have no excuse for this tbh i just need him so baddddd and this is what i have to do to keep the voices at bay 😔✊🏼 anygays, enjoy lovelies! and if you liked, please consider sharing your thots with me :3 <3

“You said you would stop playing after you finished that level, Yun, come on,” you whined to your boyfriend, who was currently balls deep in the newest video game he just bought. It should’ve been you he was balls deep in, yet here you were, third wheeling to an inanimate object.

Yunho ducked and weaved around your waving hands that were currently trying to block his view from the flatscreen tv he was locked in on, sitting up from the slouched position he had on the sofa you both were lounging on.

“Ugh,” you huffed, throwing yourself back into the couch, your arms crossing over your chest. “Whatever.”

He turned his head for a moment to look at you apologetically, reminiscent of a golden retriever that just got scolded. “I’m sorry, baby, I swear, I’ll get off soon. I’m just…at a really good part right now.”

“You said that twenty minutes agoooo.” You leaned against Yunho, your cheek squishing into his large shoulder, pawing at his nearest thigh. “Why can’t you play with me, instead of your stupid game?”

“Oh, I see.” Yunho raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at you through his peripheral vision. “Someone’s in heat, huh?”

You let out a whimper, kneading at his upper thigh. “I want you, Yun…Please, pay attention to me~”

Yunho simply spread his thighs apart, your gaze shifting from his mischievous eyes to his poorly concealed cock still trapped inside his black sweatpants. He grunted, reaching down to adjust it, moving his thick length over so that it laid comfortably across the thigh closest to you. “You can have me, princess. I’m right here.”

Just as you were about to pounce on him, Yunho grasped the bottom of your face in between his slender fingers. “Ahh, ahh, ahh.” Chuckling at the sight of your squished cheeks and confused face, he leaned in, whispering, “Go ahead and cockwarm me, baby, with that pretty little mouth of yours. You can do that for me while I finish this part, mm?”

The sick bastard was toying with you. Well, two could play at the game. Licking your lips, you got down onto your knees in front Yunho, fitting yourself in between his open thighs. Without saying a word, you began to run your fingers along his soft length over the material of his pants, tracing the outline of it, feeling it harden underneath your fingertips, making sure to rub your thumb over his pronounced tip, knowing it was sensitive.

As if on cue, a small whimper escaped Yunho’s straining throat, his eyebrows screwing together as if to concentrate harder, refusing to look down at you.

Filled with determination to interrupt his gaming, you tugged the waistline of his sweatpants down, your thighs squeezing together from the way it smacked heavily up into his lower abdomen. You wrapped your hand around it, humming at how warm it felt within your grasp, lowering yourself down to slowly drag your tongue from the base up to the tip, licking around the tip until it shined. Lightly sucking it into your mouth, you palmed his balls one at a time, squeezing them suddenly, earning another whimper from your boyfriend.

“You’re playing dirty, princess,” Yunho grunted, pressing his back into the couch, glancing down at you just in time to watch a good majority of his pulsing cock disappear down your throat. “Fuck, what a good slut…” He stroked the top of your head like he would with a cat, nodding approvingly. “I trained your throat well, haven’t I? Now, stay just like that while I play, okay?”

Your cheeks grew warm from hearing your boyfriend’s polarizing praise, unable to keep yourself from letting his thick length push even deeper down into your throat, breathing shallowly through your nose, your lips already stinging at the corners. “Mmmrfff….” You stayed still for as long as you could with his oversized cock sitting heavily against your tongue, beads of saliva dripping past your mouth and down along his slick skin, using your hand to lube up what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth in the meantime.

Yunho shuddered from underneath your touch, his half-closed eyes shifting downwards to burn the image of his tiny girlfriend, who was currently being swallowed by one of his many hoodies, trying her absolute best to fit his big cock inside her mouth. Your stark size differences always made him throb, made him want to take advantage of them in every way he could. “Look at you, taking all of me like that, baby…Take some more, okay?” he exhaled, sliding his slender fingers into your hair and bucking his hips up, fucking himself into your tight, warm throat.

“Mmnn…!” you moaned back, squeezing your hands into his large thighs, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath your fingertips. You were so wet already, you had no choice but to squeeze your bare thighs together as a poor attempt to keep from soaking the carpet underneath you. Being enveloped in your boyfriend’s warm cologne and clothes while he ruthlessly shoved his cock down your throat was simply too much for a sensitive girl like you to handle without creaming yourself.

“So tight, princess, just like your wet little cunt, huh?” he groaned out, opting to wrap his fingers around the back of your neck and continue shoving himself into your throat, rolling his hips up in a quick, sloppy fashion, with clear desperation, and a need to give his pretty cum dump a load to gulp down. He audibly hummed at the choked moans and gasps you were letting out, pulling out just to slap his cock heavily onto your lolled out tongue, grunting and groaning as he shot thick spurts of cum down your throat. He tried to control his panting, wanting to hear your answer to his next question. “You sounded so hot, choking and moaning on my cock like that. You soaked your panties from getting throat-fucked like a good slut, didnt you, baby?”

“Uh-huhhh,” you purred, your voice a bit gravelly from the abuse your throat took, swallowing down most of his load, only sticking your tongue back out when he reached down to push two fingers over it and into the back of your throat.

Yunho watched with awe as you didn’t seem to gag, humming at the feeling of you sucking the rest of his pre-cum and other mixed fluids from his slender digits. “That’s my good little girl…so well trained, aren’t you?”

You moaned onto his fingers that continued to lazily slide over your tongue and occasionally down into your throat, slowly pulling away to purr, “My cunt’s trained too, Yuyu. Don’t you wanna fill up my other hole too?”

Not caring that he had been missing out on the important lore that was playing out in the current cutscene the entire time, Yunho tossed his controller out of the way and lifted you up from the floor, taking a second to push your soaked panties out of the way before he sat you down onto his cock. He let out a small growl, watching your cunt swallow the thick tip of his cock and slowly take the rest of him inch by inch. “God, you’re still so fucking tight, princess…” Yunho pressed his lips onto your ear, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, the borrowed hoodie you wore bunching up near your tummy. “…but you can’t help having such a tiny pussy, can you? So small and cute…perfect for my big cock to fuck full…”

“Perfect for you, Yun, just for you–nnngh…!” you gasped sharply, just as your boyfriend began ramming himself up into you, his hands tightening the grip they had around your soft waist, using you like you were his own perfectly crafted cocksleeve. “So big, so biggg, fuck–”

“And you’ll fit it all inside your perfect cunt, just like you always do, won’t you, baby? Yeah, just like that,” he groaned out, lowering one hand down to your tummy to rub circles over it, feeling his own cock as it slammed into your cunt each and every time. It never failed to make him feel so dizzy, knowing you were this small, yet you could always take his cock like a champ. “That’s my girl, look at you go, baby, letting me breed you like this…so good for me…”

“So good, so good for you, Yuyu…” You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into them through his hoodie, unable to keep yourself from moving your hips down whenever he fucked up into you, growing more and more desperate now that you were on the edge of ecstasy. “Gonna cum…oh my god, breed me, please…!”

“Gonna fuck you so full of my load, princess…” Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, his deep groans gradually turning into a staccato of whiny, higher-pitched moans, still able to forcefully drive you down onto his cock, but his thrusts growing increasingly sloppy and desperate. All Yunho had to do was lift his head back up to look at your pretty fucked out face and how effortlessly tiny you looked wearing his hoodie to reach his limit, immediately pumping his hot load into you as soon as it began spurting out of his aching cock. “You feel that, baby? All the cum I’m fucking into you…?”

“Mmhmm…!” It felt so good, you started to cry. “I love it, Yuyu…”

Just as his cockhead roughly kissed your cervix for the last time, Yunho felt your cunt lock around him like a vice, something warm and wet coating his cock and lap. “Fuck, you just came all over my cock, didn’t you?” He chuckled, rubbing your back in small circles. “Always making such a mess, aren’t you, babygirl?”

“It’s all your fault, Yun,” you whined softly into Yunho’s shoulder, hugging onto him for dear life, your vision fading in and out. If you had came any harder, you would’ve passed out, though it was always like this whenever you were around your irresistible boyfriend.

“Mm, why don’t you remind me of who it was that interrupted my gaming session?” He sent a playful smile your way, booping your nose when you pouted. “Oh baby, next time, just ask me if we can switch to a two player game~”

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