lucidwntrr

[lucidwntrr]

ohemgee, thank you guys sm for 1000 :))

양정원 ───〃 BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK

“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right on your cunt, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”

── synopsis: a request !! (Please do a sub jungwon fic, I NEEEEDDDDDD it 🙏🏼)

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!jungwon x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 2k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: needy jungwon, dry humping, sweaty & hot, noona kink (he would definitely have one), he calls you noona excessively, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), missionary position

it’s so hot.

you’re sweating, constricted, almost claustrophobic and blanketed in a layer of heat. you blearily blink your eyes open, adjusting them to the darkness of the room. it's a struggle when only a sliver of light shines through your window from the moon. the window that was also cracked to let in a slight breeze.

you can feel the most heat radiating against your back, it was burning you up like an oven. that’s when you remembered through your drowsy state that your boyfriend slept over tonight. he lay behind you, body tense, sweating copiously, breathing heavily against your neck, making the strands of hair on your nape stick to your skin. he had his arm slung over your waist and was gripping tightly onto your loose shirt, hands shaky.

“wonnie,” you sleepily whisper. you reach up, attempting to unfurl his fist from your clothing and slightly push him over so you can get just a bit of the cool air. he only tightens his hold.

“noona,” he whimpers, tentatively grinding his hips against your ass.

oh.

“relax love,” you say, trying to turn around and give him comfort, but only end up brushing against jungwon’s bulge and he instinctively pushes forward with a groan.

“what’s going on?” you mumble.

“noona,” he whines again, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you closer. he buries his face into your neck, sending a new wave of uncomfortable heat through your body. “w-when i woke up i was already hard and you were pressed against me.”

you sigh, using your hand to instead caress his arm that held you in place. you can’t ignore how aroused jungwon, his dick poking you is a constant reminder of that.

“i need you,” he whispers, slowly grinding against you again with a tiny moan. “i want-“

“junwon, it’s way too hot to do that right now,” you tenderly say, patting his arm, signaling for him to let you go. “you’re literally burning up,” you continue when he holds you even tighter - a protest against you.

“please, i need you,” he tries again, trailing a hand under your shirt and up to cup one of your breasts.

“you don’t need anything,” you reply, a different type of warmth igniting between your legs, but he doesn’t have to know that. “you’re just horny.”

jungwon huffs with a pout. “i can’t help it,” he says, pressing a kiss to your sweaty neck. “you feel so good against me noona.”

“jungwon, i said-“

“please noona,” he breaths, rubbing against your ass intentionally. “let me fuck you.” he finishes, leaning over to bite your ear.

fuck. you try to contain yourself, stopping yourself from flipping him over and using him until he’s begging you to stop, make him regret his words. as much as you want to do it, it’s just too hot and you know he's just trying to egg you on.

“okay,” you reply nonchalantly.

jungwon pauses, “huh?”

“you can fuck me.”

you feel jungwon’s mouth open and close against your ear, struggling to find his words. “really?” he settles on.

before you can speak, he turns you over and parts your legs, putting himself in between them. he leans down, his face so close to yours that you can feel his wet hair strands tickling your forehead. “you’re really going to let me?”

“yes but-“ you feel jungwon snake his way back up your shirt, his damp hands trailing up and down your sides. you thunk him on the forehead softly. “not right now.”

“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right against your heat, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”

it’s clear that he won’t move unless you push him off, but despite how hot and sweaty you both were, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. there was a stronger part of you that wants to play this out. the way jungwon is practically begging, excites you.

“we can do just this,” you offer, rolling your hips against his, making jungwon needily moan. “but that’s it, just grinding.”

jungwon eagerly nods, “please.”

you can’t see his face clearly in the semi-dark, but you can bet that his face was deeply flushed, not only from the heat that fills the room, but in arousal. he’s breathing heavily, each pant fanning across your face.

you reach out to lovingly touch his face, the glow of the moon casting a slight shine against it. you weren't surprised to find it was warm. you caress his cheek, jungwon nuzzling into your touch, before sliding your hand up to push his hair back from his sweaty forehead.

jungwon doesn’t move as you map out his face, just holds onto your waist . traveling over his nose, to his jaw, pressing your thumb against his wet bottom lip. your finger coming back moist from him breathing hotly against it.

you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. jungwon immediately melting into it, all spit and tongue as he hungrily makes out with you. your other hand drags down his bare chest, his abs tensing under your touch as you skim past a nipple.

at the same time, you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him so you were pressed together, no space left between, as you grind up against his throbbing cock. jungwon chokes, hands scrambling to clutch your waist, breaking the kiss to moan into your mouth. “noona,” he whispers, with a breathy voice.

you lean in to kiss him again, taking your time with him this time, despite jungwon’s rising eagerness. he steadily ruts against you as you flick a thumb across his nipple and draw a gasp from him. you circle around the bud, teasing, and jungwon has your hips in an almost bruising hold.

“easy,” you murmur.

jungwon is desperate as he unapologetically whines, his trembling arms, moving from your hips to by your head, barely being able to hold himself up, too wrapped up in pleasure. he’s hot. he’s sweaty. but he can’t stop himself from grinding his aching cock against you.

“noona,” jungwon calls out your name once more, a mantra that he can’t help but repeat.

“yes~” you hum.

“i- i know you said no more than this but-,” he stammers, leaning back and running his hand down your chest to in between your legs. he runs a finger over your underwear, making you shiver, despite it being hot. “you’re clearly turned on too.”

“what are you trying to say,” you ask, raising an eyebrow that jungwon couldn’t see.

“doesn’t that mean you want to fuck me too,” he breaths out. moaning when he slips a hand into your underwear and slides his finger through your wet folds. “hm, noona?”

you chew on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting a moan slip, shocked at how bold jungwon was being.

“you want to fuck me that bad?” you question, voice strained as he takes his thumb and massages your clit.

“please,” he begs, dipping a finger inside you. the moan you were trying to hide, forcing its way out your throat. “i’ll make you feel so good noona.” you don’t say anything at first, silently grabbing jungwon’s wrist and guiding his hand out of your panties to rest them on the waistband.

“take ‘em off,” you instruct him, to which he happily obliges, sliding them off in record speed. he removes his boxers as well before settling comfortably back in his original position.

“can i,” he pants, massaging the flesh of your sweaty thigh and waiting patiently for you to give him permission. you reach between you both, taking ahold of his cock and aligning it with your entrance, teasing him by dragging the tip through your dripping lips.

“please noona,” he breathily whimpers, body trembling and eyes fluttering as he holds back from pushing into you.

“mm, wanna feel yourself inside me,” you purr, sliding your hand to his hip and pulling him forward.

“yes,” he breaths out, gasping as he slowly sinks into you inch by inch, hands finding solace on your waist.

jungwon was by no means small. he was so thick, that you have to take your time when taking him in, often having to remind jungwon of that. it didn’t bother you too much though, as the feeling of him filling you up was breathtaking every time.

“noona,” he moans, not for the first or last time, as he bottoms out. “you’re so tight noona.” his eyes have rolled back into his head, sucking in his bottom lip as he felt you stretch around his cock.

you hum as jungwon starts to rock his hips in and out, taking his time to feel every inch of you. every push in hitting all the right spots inside you, knocking a choked moan out of you. each motion sending tingles down your spine.

it isn’t until you run a hand up his stomach, that his hips buck roughly into you. he leans down to smash his lips against yours, delving his tongue in to lick around your mouth as he frantically slams his cock into you.

you nip at his bottom lip, making him whimper and drive himself impossibly deeper into you, a loud squelching coming from both of your fluids. the way you were gripping onto his cock so firmly was heavenly to him. every inch of being embraced in your wet and warm heat was bringing him to the edge, and fast.

despite how sweltering it was with you guys fucking like animals, you wrap both your arms around jungwon’s torso to pull him down on top of you.

“noona, it’s so good,” he nearly cries in your ear as he thrusts into you. “y-you’re so tight.”

“you said that already,” you tease, causing jungwon to retaliate with a particularly hard thrust that makes you moan loudly and sink you fingernails into his strong back.

"i love being inside you noona," you can feel him tense under your hands, his thrusts getting sloppier, his orgasm surely getting closer. jungwon could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he pumps his cock in you.

“n-noona, im gonna cum,” he announces, as he feverishly fucks you. his hips snap against you, hitting against the deepest part of you over and over again, bringing you to your climax. “i’m gonna cum noona.” he repeats. the sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the room, mixing with jungwon’s loud moans and groans.

you feel him cum before he can say he’s cumming. continuous spurts of hot cum filling you up deep inside, jungwon grunting, his vision going white, as he weakly thrusts as he cums.

the feeling of him cumming inside send waves of pleasure over you and fuels your own orgasm. jungwon brokenly whining as you clench around him and ride out your high.

jungwon, lays his full, sweaty body against you as he catches his breath. you could feel his heart beating out of his chest and the final twitches of his cock as his cum leaks out of you.

you caress his back gently in comfort, even though you were quite uncomfortable with all the sweat, a deep sigh being heard from jungwon as he gets settled.

“wonnie, we are not falling asleep like this,” you deadpan, tickling his side to make him roll over and you could almost scream with happiness when the cool air from the window hits your skin.

“rude,” is all jungwon says, pouting once again, before falling asleep like he didn’t just wake you up to fuck and making you scoff.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[lucidwntrr]

hi, sorry but is your newest fic (the brat one) based off an audio? i feel like ive def heard it before..

yesyes ! i answered this in another ask, but it is inspired (mostly the first part) by an audio that i have liked for a longgg time and finally wanted to write a dom!reader perspective of it.

i'll say what i said in the other one, if it is too similar for your liking i can take it down and revise it no problem >.< !!

[lucidwntrr]

wuld u like to be moots maybe ? 🤧🫣

i love ur writing u inspire me to embrace my switch n write more sub idol

i would love to be moots („• ֊ •„)੭ !!

i really love your theme and i will get around to reading some of your fics when i get the time for sure !!

tysm !! im glad i can be an inspiration for others, especially since i get a lot of inspiration from others and different sources that help me write fics! but, you should definitely write more sub idol PLEASE ! i feel like there is never enough of it out there and i need it 🙏🏼

[lucidwntrr]

hi luna!! hruu ^ - ^

hihi !

i'm good, just been busy with work and trying to make money before the txt concert comes up (◞‸◟,) & also wanting to keep up with my asks ! i apologize to anybody reading this if you put in an ask, i swear i am writing/editing them as much as i can !!

also i love your layout !! have you seen the yeonjun and soobin's mv for their solo songs, i personally am obsessed with both and haven't stopped listening to the album since it came out !

[lucidwntrr]

AHHH THIS FIC REMINDS ME OF AN AUDIO I WAS LISTENING TO ON REDDIT JWOWOAOAKAK ITS SO GOOD

yes yes ! another person messaged me and said the same thing and it is inspired by an audio (iykyk) - i’ve listened to it countless times and figured - at least the beginning part - was sooo good that i had to write it into a fic format !!

if you (or the other person that had the same ask) think it’s too similar though i can take it down !! i just really like that audio and wanted to write the other side (aka the dom!reader) pov since you don’t really get that from the audio !!

but im glad you enjoyed it overall (˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)

[lucidwntrr]

sub bratty beomgyu cant handle edging 😛

i already had a beomgyu fic in the works when i saw this inbox and it fit perfectly with what i was writing, so i incorporated it into this fic:

a brat ? not me !

hope you enjoy it !!

[lucidwntrr]

최범규 ───〃A BRAT ? NOT ME !

“just like that, please… i’m gonna cum,” he whines and that’s when you stop. you pull your hand away and watch as beomgyu’s face contorts into one of pleasure into one of disappointment as his orgasm is ripped away from him. “nooo, why’d you stop… keep going, please?” he pleads.

── synopsis: your partner for an important group project, beomgyu, is being a brat so you put him in his place.

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!beomgyu x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 3k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: edging, bratty beomgyu, hair pulling, begging, handjobs, beomgyu was just jealous, yeonjun mention!!

“basically, i think this slide is lacking some information and we should add more to it. you know, give it more depth…”

beomgyu has always been serious about his work and this time was no different. it was a difficult class with a difficult professor and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the presentation tomorrow.

you and him were in his dorm, sitting on his bed comfortably. he’s been editing and going through the slides for about an hour, constantly adding or deleting things that he deemed was necessary.

“did you get the journal that i sent to the group chat the other day? i think it can really help, especially for your section as it ties in the main point, don’t you think?”

he finishes his rambling, lifting his head to look at you as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

you weren’t even looking at the presentation, face in your hand and elbow resting on your knee as you gazed out his dorm window at nothing. the pen in your hand was unmoving, frozen in the air as you spaced out.

“hey,” beomgyu says, rolling his eyes when he gets no response, just a slow unfocused blink. “hellooo, are you even listening to me?” he waves a hand in front of your face that seems to get your attention.

you rapidly blink and shift your eyes, locking them with beomgyu's. you sit up from your hunched position and mumble out a sorry. while digging your palm into your eyes, trying to rub the sleep out of them, you stifle a yawn and say. “you can continue.”

beomgyu annoyedly replies, “whatever. did you read the- never mind.” he heavily sighs and looks back down at his laptop, continuing his editing to the slides.

you furrow your brows as you peer at the screen, “well, wasn’t yeonjun supposed to be covering this section…”

he pauses, his fingers stopping in place on his keyboard and you could have sworn you heard him suck his teeth. “well, yes but yeonjun hasn’t responded to any of my messages in days and his slides are clearly half-assed so… it’s up to the two of us to finish this.”

with a huff, you drop your pen and cross your arms over your chest, “i don’t want to do extra work…”

“i don’t want to do extra work either, but the project is due next week and unless you can convince yeonjun yourself that it’s more important than his stupid sport event than by all means..” he gestures to the door of his bedroom.

when you don't make a move, he mumbles a 'i thought so' and gets back to work, skimming through an article he found useful.

“that sport event are the playoffs, aren’t you aware?” you look him up down as he leans into the computer, fingers flying and eyes dashing across the screen.

“yeah, i don’t fucking care. aren’t you aware that this project is worth 50% of our grade?” he mocks you with a sideways glance in your direction. "anyway, as i was saying. for your section, you can use the journal i sent to add more detail, yeah?”

you knew working with beomgyu wasn’t going to be easy, you’ve heard the stories. everyone he’s ever worked with has said he’s difficult, a pain. people only put up with it for a good grade, complaining that he won’t stop until everything is the way bthat he wants it, but this…

“you need to chill…” you say, which would turn out to the wrong thing to say in this moment, it would do nothing but set him off. he looks at you, his eyes a little crazed behind his glasses and teeth gritted.

“i need to chill?” he points to himself and takes a deep breath. “the project is due monday and we’re not even halfway finished…” he scoffs with a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “i feel like i’m the only who has been working on it. i completed my section, have you?”

you don’t say anything. you were a little ashamed since he was right, you haven’t completed your section. plus, with yeonjun being absent, it was more work for him, but it wasn't like you weren't putting in the effort, you were getting there. everyone is not like him and can complete 5 slides in an hour…

he sighs, “god, i can’t believe i got put in a group with two idiots who don’t give a shit about their grades.”

ouch. that hurt.

you start to get a little angry, and annoyed at beomgyu and his cocky attitude. “jeez, i’ve just a had a long day..” you mumbled under your breath.

he starts to rant, his voice raising an octave as he speaks. “a long day? don’t you think i’ve had a long day too… i only slept for three hours because of my loud roommates, i haven’t eaten since this morning, and i’m always in class or cooped in my dorm working on this damn project, and now it’s almost midnight and i’m still here working on it when i should be sleeping!”

he breaths heavily, slamming his laptop shut and hopping off the bed. he starts to pace the floor, his face flushed with anger and his hand balled into a fist. once he’s calmed down a tad, he stops and stands in front of you, “so yeah… it’s been a long day. i just want to finish this, eat, and sleep. so can we please just fucking focus.”

you were taken aback. his whole rant not lost to your ears, but you couldn’t believe that he was taking all his anger out on you when this was group effort. it wasn't your fault that yeonjun wasn't here and now we had a whole project to finish ourselves. “you’re being such a brat…” you sigh.

his eyes flicker up to yours, his jaw tight with irritation. “a brat? really, you’re talking about me like i’m a child!”

“i mean…” you give him a knowing look and gesture to his angry pout and balled hands. he huffs, his face gets redder as he flusters, his eyes diverting around the room.

“i am not acting like a fucking kid…” his foot lightly stomps the ground and you have to stop yourself from laughing, cause he absolutely was being childish right now. “it’s just that i can’t focus. it’s hard when you-”

he stops himself, spinning around to look at his wall. you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled down your body before he did, his ears pink. “forget it. never mind…” he muttered. there was silence as beomgyu processed his feelings. he was annoyed, but not just at the project but at you and he can't help the anger that bubbles up when he thinks about it too long.

“actually,” he starts as he spins back to you. “you’re making it hard to focus when you wear shit like that.” he points at the skirt you were wearing, a tight one that settled a little high on your thighs.

you look down, “what are you talking about?” you blandly say.

he scoffs with a chuckle, “don’t play stupid. why are you even wearing a skirt so short, were you expecting yeonjun to be here, huh? bet you were sad that he didn’t show…”

you cock your head to side in confusion, your lips parting but you couldn’t figure out what to say. you were trying to figure out what the hell beomgyu was spewing at you. where was all this nonsense coming from?

he continues, “bet that’s why you wanted to meet in my dorm, cause you know he’s my roommate. where you hoping to have some time alone with him after this?”

you hop of the bed and get eye-level with him when he says that. who did he think you were? did he think you were slutting yourself out just because you decided to wear a skirt, who was he to question what you wore?

“why are you being such an asshole…”

“i’m an asshole? well you’re just an attention whore-”

you don’t even get a chance to calculate your movement before it happens. you hear the smack before anything, your hand landing sharply across beomgyu’s face and your hand stings where skin met skin.

you didn’t mean to slap him, really. he was just being such a brat and you were getting heated, you just needed to make him be quiet. shut him up and put him back in the line that he was stepping way out of.

beomgyu was … flustered. he wasn’t expecting you to slap him, but he didn’t hate it. in fact, he kind of liked it, not that he would let you know that.

“w-what the fuck,” he says between breaths.

the air is hot and thick as you make eye contact. there’s a swell of something that’s spreading through your body and makes you rush forward, pushing your lips against his. this is just to make him shut up.

wasting no time, you slide your tongue into his mouth and force his lips to part. beomgyu gasps in shock, a tiny moan spilling into your mouth, out as he tries to hide the fact that he was enjoying this.

“you fucking bitch, what are y-” he says between the kiss but gets cut off by you spinning him around and shoving him onto the bed, he lands with a grunt and looks at you with bewildered eyes “what the hell are you doing?”

you join him on the bed, straddling his waist. ignoring him and leaning down to kiss on his neck. you leave wet, sloppy kisses along the skin, licking a strip up to his ear and swirling around it.

“f-fuck, don’t kiss my neck like that…” he breaths, his eyes fluttering as he starts to slip. using your teeth, you nibble and suck on the skin, leaving a small red mark that blossoms on his otherwise unblemished neck.

beomgyu bites back a moan, still having a bit a fight in him to continue being a little brat. “what- is it because yeonjun isn’t here? am i the next be-ngh.” you pull away from him and reach a hand up to pull his hair, tugging his head back before he could finish his sentence.

he moans and his cock twitches in his jeans, “d-don’t… don’t pull my fucking hair,” he mutters with no gusto. you give it another tug, gripping tightly on the strands and forcing a choked whimper from him.

“why should i, hm?” you hum.

“i just- i can’t think when you do that…” he sighs as his brattiness starts to fade, his hips twitching when you pull again, gentle this time around.

when his hips moved, you paused. you could feel him pressing against you, hot against your ass. with a smirk you ask, “are you hard?” beomgyu sputters, lost for words as his face burns.

“no, i’m not hard!” he shouts, trying to turn his head to his face but can’t as you hold him in place. he’s forced to make eye contact you as you reach a hand behind yourself and brush a hand over his bulge and gently squeeze it. “i- fuck, well when you touch me like that… it’s difficult not to get hard!”

you scoot back, sitting on his thighs and unzip his jeans, pulling his cock from his boxers. you lick your lips at the sight, all red and leaking with precum. you’ve barely even done anything to him and yet…

“w-what are you doing?” he nervously laughs. nervous because this all that he has ever wanted and he couldn't believe this is happening right now, maybe he was dreaming. “why are you staring at my d-” he lets out a sweet moan when you start to stroke him, your hand slowly moving up and down his length.

he brings a hand up to bite on his finger, embarrassed and attempting to hide the moans that will give away his enjoyment. but all that is lost when, your thumb slides across his tip, “ah, that feels… good.” he blurts out, he doesn't even intend for it to.

“yeah?” you smile, doing it again and watching how his body shivers under you and his eyes roll back slightly as he nods. he hated how easy it was for you to completely tear him down, but he also loved how it felt.

“yeah… please keep touching me.” he whines. and you do, stroking him slowly and occasionally rubbing on his tip in the way that makes beomgyu's breath hitch and his cock leak some more.

“just like that, please… i’m gonna cum,” and that’s when you stop. you pull your hand away and watch as beomgyu’s face contorts into one of pleasure into one of disappointment as his orgasm is taken away from him. “nooo, why’d you stop… keep going, please?” he pleads.

“why should i, hm?” you ask, tilting your head at him before stroking him really fast and letting his orgasm build up before stopping again. beomgyu gasps, his orgasm so close yet so far… “i’m just a whore right?”

“no-i, i didn’t mean it… i didn’t mean it.” he stuttered, trying to thrust up but can’t as you let go of his hair and instead hold his hip down, pinning him to the bed.

he's not even sure why he's allowing this, well he does, but he won't admit to himself for the sake of his pride. he could easily push you off, you were stronger than him and you had free hands, but...

“so how did you mean it?” you press, jerking him painfully slow. each downward stroke has his body trembling and back arching up into your touch.

“i was just…maybe a little jealous.” he starts off confident and his words trail off into a mumble as the sentence continues. you’re taken aback, your hand stopping its motions as you ask, “what do you mean jealous?”

he nibbles on his bottom lip and squeezes his eyes shut before talking. “it’s just that skirt and the way your thighs look… they look so soft, and i just don’t want anyone else to see you in it.”

you laugh, stroking him quicker again. “someone like yeonjun, right?” he gasps, his hands flying to grip the sheets under him and nodding his head.

“n-not so fast, i’m getting close again,” he practically cries, his eyes a little wet in the corners as his tears threaten to spill. all the edging was catching up to him, his cock aching and pulsing, ready to burst.

you stop once he’s on the edge again, a long whimper comes from beomgyu as his back rests back onto the bed and he heavily breaths.

“so how long have you been paying attention to me, hm?” you ask, teasingly gliding your thumb along his wet tip.

“how couldn’t i when you always look like that and smell so good when you walk by me,” he whines, his eyes glossy and cheeks turning pink as he talks about you. his lips are slick with saliva and red from when he bit them. “i- i can’t think around you…”

with a hum, you let go of his hip as you jerk him in earnest again, letting beomgyu fuck up into your hand as you take your now free hand and caress his skin with your fingertips. his body following your touch, twitching.

“so that’s why you were being such a brat.” you conclude.

“i wasn’t!” he shouts and you give him a look that beomgyu has to look away from, pursing his lips. “okay, y-yeah maybe. i’m sorry…”

your finger reaches far up his chest and brushes past his hard nipple. he gasps with a moan, “i’m really- ngh… i’m really sorry, okay?”

you nod your head, pinching his nipple and letting your hand meet his hips as he fucks himself on your hand, bringing him close to his third edge. “please, can i cum now?”

“already?” you giggle, not stopping your hand just yet as he continues his thrusts.

“don’t laugh, i-it’s not funny…” he says frustratedly, a hint of his brattiness coming back as you humiliate him. “stop being so fucking mean and let m-”

you abandon his nipples to tug at his hair again and stop stroking him, a helpless and almost broken moan slips past his lips as you do. an apology already on the tip of his tongue. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry… you’re just making me such a mess. i just want to cum,”

“good boy,” you praise and beomgyu swears he could’ve cum on the spot, his eyes rolling back. “you’re good at apologizing.” you finish, pumping his leaking cock eagerly.

beomgyu can’t help but ramble as he gets closer, his orgasm right there, he could practically taste it. “god, you’re so pretty, so perfect… i-i’m sorry for being a brat. please just keep touching me, let me cum for you.”

“what are you then, hm?” you ask.

“i-im your good boy…” he moans, feeling his orgasm coming to the surface as he says it. his hips rock against your hand and his body gets tense before he does, loudly moaning.

there was rope after rope that spurted out as he came, his hips jerking and his body trembling as he rides through it. and you help, slowly moving up and down until every drop comes out. until the tears in his finally spilled over and he sniffled as he said, “sensitive…” and then you stopped.

as he catches his breath, he looks at you with what you would consider to be sincere eyes and apologizes. “i actually am really sorry for what i said earlier…” he starts. he continues when you don’t say anything.

“not to excuse it, but it really has been a long day and i’ve been pent up and stressed about this stupid project…” he sighs and rubs the crease in his forehead.

“do you feel any less stressed now?”

“definitely,” he laughs. “and maybe the jealousy also played a part… i genuinely thought you wanted yeonjun, who i strongly dislike right now.” and you can’t help but to laugh at that, making beomgyu smile.

“well, apology accepted… i get it.” you assure him with a ruffle to his already messy and sweaty hair.

“thank you. i-i know you didn’t have to accept my shitty apology, but i am glad that you decided to.”

you look over at beomgyu’s abanonded computer and notes that sat next to it, before turning to look at him as he sat up. you made eye contact and beomgyu slowly shake his head. “it can wait.”

he leans in, his lips brushing against yours as his hand comes around and pushes your face closer to his, your lips pressing together.

“maybe you can teach me another lesson.”

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[lucidwntrr]

휴닝카이 ───〃LOVESICK

“i-i’m serious…” he stutters unseriously, his body already close to giving in as his eyes flutter and his breathing starts to get heavy. just the ghost of your lips moving against his has him weak. maybe it’s the fever that’s clouding his mind, not able to control the rational part that’s telling him this won’t end well.

── synopsis: hueningkai has come down with a cold, he’s just so whiny and cute that you can’t help but want to take care of him (in more ways than one).

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!hueningkai x softdom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 2.5k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: sick hueningkai, handjob, begging, slight overstimulation, biting, lots of sniffling

“baby,”

you turn away from the bathroom, mirror, pausing on your makeup, to acknowledge the small voice that was behind you. you find hueningkai standing there, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“i don’t think i’m going to go out tonight, i-is that okay?” he whispers, looking down at the floor as he speaks. his grip on the blanket tightens as he burrows himself deeper into it and hangs his head down.

“of course that’s okay. why wouldn’t it be,” you put down your lip gloss and walk up to kai who backs away as you get closer, making you falter in your steps and ask, “what’s wrong?”

“i think i’m a little sick,” he mumbles with a sniffle, finally looking up at you. his nose is red, his eyes are watery, and his face is flushed and sweaty. and now that he said something, his voice did have a nasally tone to it. “probably got it from work or something…”

you hum, slowly walking up to him again and raising your hand to press it against his forehead, he was burning. he doesn’t shy away and embraces the touch, sighing and closing his eyes as he presses his hot skin against your cold hand.

“is there anything i can do to help, want some tea?” you ask, dropping your hand to caress the side of his face and rubbing your thumb against his pink cheek. he timidly nods his head and smiles.

“’mkay, well you lie back down and i’ll make that for you.” you pat his face gently and press a small kiss to his forehead before sending him off. he hums before making his way to bed, coughing as he walks down the hall.

you remove the little makeup you had on your face before making the tea, deciding on staying home with kai instead of leaving him alone. once the hot drink is made, you walk into the bedroom and see kai sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, legs crossed.

his head was tilted back and he turns to look at you when you walk in, perking up at the promise of something to soothe his sore throat. he takes the mug into his hands as you murmur a, “careful, hot.” before taking a sip with a moan.

“that’s good,” he breaths, taking another sip. you smile, plopping in front of him on the bed and running your fingers through his hair. “i still don’t know how i got sick, i think it might be a cold.”

“could be but it doesn’t matter,” you shrug, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. thinking back, it should have been obvious that he wasn’t feeling well. he kept complaining that is was freezing, despite the ac being off and he slept the whole day away. how could you have missed it? “i’ll take care of you.”

“i appreciate it.” he smiles, but it quickly drops when you reach behind you and present the cough syrup that you also brought from the kitchen. kai’s least favorite thing to consume.

“wait-“ he says as you crack it open and pour some of the syrup into the cap, his eyes of pure disgust watching as you fill it to the top. “can’t i take medicine later, you know … much later?” he tries to negotiate.

“too late,” you quip and shove the cap at him. he takes it with a sideways glance when you give him a stern look, bringing it to his lips and pausing and shaking his head rapidly.

“but it tastes so bad,” he complains with a pout, his whiny and congested voice so adorable to you. he looks at you pleadingly, sniffling as he does which makes you laugh.

“but it’ll help,” you rebutted while nudging the cap and kai just huffs knowing that he won’t win this argument. “come on, for me~” you coo, sliding a hand up and down the skin of his thigh.

kai bristles before he plugs his nose, shakily bringing the liquid to his lips and downing it in one go. his eyes scrunch up in disgusts and he shivers when he gets a hint of the aftertaste. grape. he smacks his lips before hurriedly drinking some tea to wash down and replace the horrid flavor.

“good job,” you praise him, taking the empty cups and placing them on the beside. you don’t miss the way hueningkai blushes and drops his gaze down to his lap.

you take ahold of his chin and lift his head back up, hueningkai looks at you with big, watery eyes. you peer at his lips that were wet with tea and lean in to kiss him, just to get a taste.

“hey i-“ hueningkai starts, leaning back and flushing in embarrassment when you raise an eyebrow at him. “i don’t think you should kiss me right now.” he finishes, moving his head to release a tiny cough after, his body making a point.

there was a risk of you getting sick of course, but you already kissed him twice earlier, so what’s the harm in another? and you voice that to kai who sensibly says,

“it’s not the same, kissing on mouth means swapping saliva and that’s where all the actual germs are.” you sigh, knowing you can’t fight science and cross your arms in faux anger, turning your head away from him. hueningkai laughs while shaking your shoulder, “i just don’t want to get you sick.”

you shrug him off and turn back to look at a smiling kai. his pink face and plump lips, mussed hair and pretty eyes were pulling you in. he teases you further, “i can give you an air kiss?” bringing a hand to his pursed lips.

you climb into his lap and straddle him, leaning in close enough to where your lips brush when you whisper, “i don’t want an air kiss.”

“i-i’m serious…” he stutters unseriously, his body already close to giving in as his eyes flutter and his breathing starts to get heavy. just the ghost of your lips moving against his has him weak. maybe it’s the fever that’s clouding his mind, not able to control the rational part that’s telling him this won’t end well.

“just one, hm?” you bargain, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your fingers behind him, his head automatically tilting back. his lips parting and his tongue peaks out to lick your bottom lip.

he nods, dumbly repeating your words as your lips touch. he softly moans, leaning forward and letting the blanket slip down his shoulders as he wraps his warm arms around your waist.

you could’ve gotten away with more, leaning in for another after taking a breath, before getting interrupted by kai sneezing. a contained sneeze that brings him out it and he leans back as far as he can while being trapped in your hold.

“you only said one,” he accuses and dodges any attempt you make to kiss him again. “why are you still trying to kiss me?” he laughs.

“come on, i don’t care if i get sick.” you frustratedly huff.

“well, i do.” he responds with a sniffle, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and turning his head in defiance.

“we’re already this close though,” you murmur, pressing closer against his heated body and letting your breasts push against his chest. “i’m probably already sick.” hueningkai swallows, squeezing his eyes shut, his fingers drumming against your waist. he wants to resist the temptation, but he’s not exactly sure if he can. he just wants to protect you from his sickness, why were doing this to him?

you take the chance and lean in and kiss his neck, being sure to make it wet and slide your tongue up the length. he groans in response, a rush of heat spreading through him despite it being cold. you leave another one, closer to his ear where he’s pretty sensitive.

at the same time you take your hands that were around him and drag them down to massage his shoulders that were tense, caressing the achy muscles under his white t-shirt.

“mmph,” he quietly moans, his hands gripping your sides. “feels good…” he whispers, his bottom lip popping from between his teeth.

“yeah?” you coo into his ear, licking around it and moving your hands down to his chest. gently gliding your hands along his body as he trembles under your touch.

“yeah…” he repeats, something he does often when he’s slipping. his brain too fogged to form words himself, feeding off whatever you give say and regurgitating it back.

“let me make it feel even better,” you offer, running one of your hands down lower and lower, leaning back to reach the spot you wanted.

“h-how do you plan to… ngh-“ his voice trails off as you place your hand over his hard-on that hueningkai wasn’t even sure when he got. he leans his head back and shuts his eyes, his lips parted as he pants.

you unbutton the front of his pajama pants, and pull out his throbbing cock. you tease him, slapping the wet tip against his exposed tummy. “you’re so hard baby, already leaking too” swirling a finger around the wet tip.

“s-so hard, so hard for you…” he breathily moans with a sniffle, his eyebrows screwing together and hips twitching with each hit to his stomach. he gasps with a whimper when you start to stroke him, licking a strip on your hand before doing so.

one of his hands drop from your waist and fumbles to find your free one, taking it and squeezing them together. his fingers twitching against you on every upstroke, his moans getting progressively louder.

“mmph, b-baby…” he whines when you brush against the tip.

“yes,” you respond as you lean in close to him, he lowers his head, his sweaty strands brushing against your forehead.

“it feels so good,” he breaths against your mouth. peering his eyes open and looking at you, stars shining in his pupils. “please don’t stop.” he desperately pleads. you weren’t planning on it, but even if you were, how could you deny that?

he leans in to kiss you, eagerly sliding his mouth in place with yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. moaning as they twirl around each other, a fresh stream of precum running down your hand while doing so. you take it and use it to rub just the tip of kai’s sensitive cock. just small circles around it and causing him to inhale sharply, breaking the kiss, and drop his head to your shoulder.

“pleasepleaseplease - not just the tip,” he begs, his hips wanting to jerk away but unable to as you were sat on his legs. his hand on your waist gripping onto you tightly. “s-sensitive, please…” he shakily whines, fresh tears springing to his eyes.

you decide to be easy on him, not wanting to push him too much since he was sick, despite how delicious his begging sounded. you stroke him normally and he heavily sighs, bringing his head from your shoulder.

“thank you, thank you,” he whimpers, licking his bottom lip and flickering his eyes to yours. “kiss me again, please?”

“so much kissing for being so worried about me getting sick,” you mock him, kissing him before he can respond. his argument gets lost as he melts into the kiss, his body going lax at the feeling of your lips on his.

he whimpers and mewls into the kiss, little praises directed at you between each one. “i love it, i love your lips, i love you…” and you appreciate them, but each one got louder to point he was shouting as you twist your hand on his cock and you had to shush him.

“so loud baby,” you admonish, biting on his bottom lip and he keens. his eyes rolling back as you speed up, choking on a moan. his hips kick up, wanting to thrust into your hand from where he sat. “i know, i’m sorry,” his hushed moans pour into your mouth.

“it’s just so good,” he brokenly moans, his voice cracking as he sniffles. you hum, and press kisses around his mouth, purposely avoiding his lips. moving down his neck and biting him rather hard.

he shouts, his hand trembles against your waist and his body tenses, “i-i think i’m gonna cum.”

“gonna cum all over my hand?” you murmur as you swirl your tongue around the bite, sucking on the skin and leaving behind a tiny mark, just one so he can remember this.

“yes please let me cum all over, please don’t stop-” he wantonly moans, he doesn’t care that you just told him he was being too loud. he couldn’t stop the constant sounds that slipped past his slick lips.

you briefly let go of his hand, skimming your hand to his shirt and lifting it up to his mouth. he takes it, slipping the clothe between his teeth with a muffled moan, his glistening eyes needily staring at you.

taking hold of his hand, you lean down and press a simple kiss to his perked nipples, barely grazing your tongue against it. hueningkai’s grip on your hand instantly tightens, his cock widely twitching in your hand as he stiffens.

you can’t perfectly make out what he says behind the shirt, but it sounds like a mixture of moans and “ohmygodohmygodohmygod-” as he cums over your hand. continuous strings of hot cum shoot out as hueningkai’s back arches into it, completely blissed out.

you stroke him through it, getting every last drop until he starts to convulse under you, dropping the wet, drool-stained shirt from his mouth to breath out, “no more please, s-sensitive…” that’s when you stop and he showers you in thank you’s.

“how do you feel,” you ask once his breathing is steady, squeezing his hand gently that was still holding yours tightly. he lets go and apologizes, opening his teary eyes.

“so much better,” he dopily says as his eyes start to slip back shut. “’m so sleepy now…” he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder with a content sigh.

you laugh, pushing him back and moving to wipe your hand and hand him the lukewarm tea for him to take sip. he gives it back and lays down, huddling back into his blanket.

he sniffles, rubbing his nose before saying, “if you get sick, you can’t blame me.” he shuts his eyes after saying that, blocking you out before you could get a word in and going to sleep.

you shake your head, combing your fingers through his hair as he rests, and ignore the way your throat starts to tickle when you lie down next to him.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[lucidwntrr]

심재윤 ───〃 UNRAVEL ME

"jake’s eyes blink open, making eye contact with you through the mirror before his eyes find himself, taking the sight in. his hair tousled, face painted a lovely shade of pink, glistening from the sweat, and his cock that was leaking all over your hand and onto the bedsheets. he almost can’t believe his eyes, can’t believe that he can look so pornographic."

── synopsis: your puppy boyfriend just wants you touch him, is that too much to ask?

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!jake x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 2.3k ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: porn without plot (i’ll write plot one day), light choking, handjobs, teasing, marking, there’s a mirror, multiple orgasms, praise, begging, light nipple play, puppy!jake ˚꩜｡ notes: first enha fic and yes, it is of my bias. hopefully everyone enjoys reading as much as i enjoyed writing (˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)

“shit…” jake breaths, his head tilting back to rest against your shoulder.

you had him sat on the bed, legs spread, with his t-shirt hanging loosely around his sweaty neck. you watch as a tiny bead rolls down it, almost tempted to lick it up.

“mmph, p-please.” jake gasps, jerking his hips up into nothing. you’re positioned behind him, also on your knees, massaging every part of his body you could reach.

jake being pretty much sensitive everywhere is an advantage to you, a single caress from you could have him melting and pleading in seconds. you weren’t even anywhere close to touching his cock, touching anywhere but, yet there’s already a pool of precum on the sheets below him.

“please, what?” you whisper into his ear, gently biting on it. jake’s breath hitches at hearing your voice, so seductive and close to him, almost tickling him. his hands are fisted into the sheets, arms feeling like jelly and hardly holding him up.

“more, please touch me more,” he begs, looking up at you with his beautiful eyes. “i’ll do anything if you just give me more.”

you oblige, only to an extent, a sucker for when he looks at you like that. you slowly run your fingertips over his shoulders and down his arms. moving across his chest and briefly brushing past a nipple, jake arching into the touch with a tingle down his spine.

you attach your lips to his sensitive neck, lightly sucking on the skin so it leaves behind a hickey. jake starts panting out breaths, his eyes squeezing shut as he squirms in his spot, his cock bobbing uncontrollably. his moans are almost nonstop, raising in pitch the longer you suck.

“fuck me.” he huffs, becoming impatient with your teasing. he drops his head and reaches a hand down to between his legs, wanting relief from his aching hard-on.

you watch him and right before he could wrap his fingers around himself, you gently tug on the shirt around his neck. jake’s hand pauses in mid air and he gasps at the slight, sudden pressure on his throat.

you pull his head back, his brown eyes wide and blinking up at you, an apology already on the tip of his tongue. you speak before he can get his words out,

“did you ask if you could touch yourself?” you question, letting go of the shirt and opting to brush the wet strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. jake sighs at the touch, shaking his head no and resting his hand on his thigh.

“‘m sorry, i wasn’t thinking. i just want to feel good…” he whispers.

“needy puppy just couldn’t help himself, hm?” you tease instead. jake rapidly nods his head with a moan at being called his favorite pet-name. it draws your attention to his lips, wet from all the licking and damn near drooling he’s been doing and you can’t help but want to kiss them.

“mhm, just a dumb puppy when you touch me.” he agrees. you hum in agreement, guiding his head further back, his back curving to follow your movement. you lean down and press a quick kiss to his lips, jake eagerly chasing after you with a whine when you pull away. with a smirk, you kiss him again deeper this time, forcing his mouth open with your tongue.

he leans into the kiss, moaning into your mouth the angle making it slightly messy and wet. only parting ways to allow yourself to remove jake’s shirt fully, now bothersome to you as you want to reveal more of him. his whines from having your lips on his anymore quickly turn into whimpers as you latch yourself there, leaving more reddish-purple marks along the freshly exposed skin.

no matter how much the pleasure got though, jake refused to even attempt to touch himself again. instead he’d just buck into the air with a sweet cry, or the occasional shout when you bit just a little harder than he’s used to.

“please… can you please touch me there now?” jake whispers once he can’t stand it anymore, his cock red and hot from being denied for so long. the puddle larger than when you started from where he still leaks.

“touch you where love?” you ask just to wind him up more, peaking over his shoulder and watching as another bead of precum rolls down the tip when you softly pinch his nipple between your fingers.

“please, you know where. just touch me.” he frustratedly whines, thrusting his cock up into nothing, his way of saying what he wants. you smile and wrap an arm around his waist and run your fingers down it, softly grazing your fingernails up and down them. you feel as he tenses and shake every time you get closer to his cock and his breathing deepens, watching as your hands tease him.

“you mean here?” you ask, catching him off guard by suddenly grabbing his cock. using your thumb to rub over the wet and sensitive frenulum, causing jake’s breath to hitch and uncontrollably thrust his hips into the touch.

“yes, f-fuck yes!” jake practically cries. you laugh and stroke once just to watch jake’s face turn into one of pure bliss at finally getting what he wants, his brows furrowing before dropping his head from the intensity, loud moans pouring out.

you slowly stroke him, smoothly gliding over his cock with the copious amounts of precum that drip down it. you are sure to rub the sensitive tip with each stroke down, jake shuddering every time to your amusement. each stroke leaving behind obscene wet sounds that fill the room along with jakes’ filthy noises.

“is this what you wanted, hm? what you were begging me for?” you purr, already knowing the answer but just want to watch jake struggle to find his words. purposely stroking faster each time jake tries to speak, choking on his words.

“god yes, feels s-so good..” he manages to moan out, voice cracking towards the end of his sentence. you can only smirk at the broken reply, basking in the way that his body reacts to every little thing you do to him, the control you have over him.

his head cocks back towards you, landing on your shoulder once again on a particularly rough stroke, his eyes pressed shut in absolute bliss. “feels so good, please don’t stop..” he mindlessly chants, almost faint if he wasn’t right by your ear.

you look up and do a double-take at the mirror you recently bought, sitting in front of the bed. you look back at jake with an idea. gently, you take jake’s chin into your unoccupied hand and drop his head towards said mirror. the image is lewd, way his face looks, the way his lips are parted spilling out all kinds of sounds just for you. the sight leaves a throbbing feeling down below.

“look at yourself love. i’ve hardly done anything to you, yet you’re so ruined.” you murmur, watching him through the mirror.

jake’s eyes blink open, making eye contact with you through the mirror before his eyes find himself, taking the sight in. his hair tousled, face painted a lovely shade of pink, glistening from the sweat, and his cock that was leaking all over your hand and onto the bedsheets. he almost can’t believe his eyes, can’t believe that he can look so disheveled.

“’s too embarrassing…” he whines, shutting his eyes and shoving his face into the crook of your neck and hiding from himself. he can’t get the image of how he looked out of his head though, cock twitching in slight interest.

however, as soon as his eyes close, you stop touching him. he immediately whines against your skin, moving his hips in attempt to feel good again. to his dismay, you use your other hand to hold his hip in place in which jake huffs, “why’d you stop, please keep going.”

“i said look at yourself.” was your only reply, stern enough that it was all that needed to be said. jake whimpers before turning back towards the mirror, his breathing comes quick as looks at himself again.

“you’re so pretty jake… so good for me,” you whisper in his ear while making eye contact with him through the mirror. he shivers and his cock pulses at the praise. slowly, you wrap a hand around him and start stroking him again, keeping a teasing pace that you know will drive him mad. “don’t you agree, aren’t you pretty?” you question.

there was no fight when he nodded in agreement, “yes, so pretty for you,” he whines and his eyes start to flutter shut as the pleasure starts to build again from the compliment. you squeeze his cock in disapproval, earning a choked breath from jake.

“ah ah, keep those pretty eyes open for me,” you purr. his eyes fly open, immediately locking eyes with you in the reflection. “unless you want me to stop?” you finish quirking a brow, pausing your hand where it rests on the base of his cock and squeezing it.

“no, no please keep going. i won’t close my eyes, promise.” he pleads, eyes watery and hips trying to chase the pleasure he was feeling. you hum and hold him to his word and also keeping your word and stopping if his eyes start to flutter.

“good boy, you’re doing great.” you praise, bringing your other hand up from his waist, up his stomach, to his chest where you fondle his perked nipples.

jake loudly gasp, the touch bringing him to the edge and he immediately starts sighing out a string of apologies. you didn’t understand what for until you feel his body tense up and warmth as he cums all over your hand.

“’m sorry, ‘m s-sorry, i didn’t mean to cum…” he babbles after he starts to come down, his head to fuzzy after such a strong orgasm. you examine his face in the mirror where you find his eyes closed, lashes wet from the tears that lined them.

“cumming without permission and closing your eyes…” you tsk. jake jumps coming, his head clearing enough for him to realize his eyes were in fact closed and opening them to the displeased look on your face. before he can begin apologizing clearly, you stroke his sensitive cock with no remorse. jake yelps, twisting his body in an attempt an escape the intense overstimulation.

“wait- p-please ‘m sorry… please.” he chokes out between moans, moans that settle between pain and pleasure and he’s not sure which to fall into. the sensitivity is almost too much, fresh tears spring to his eyes and falling against his flush cheeks.

“you just couldn’t help yourself? is that what you’re going to say?” you mock, bringing both hands onto him and ruthlessly bringing him towards another orgasm. as much as jake wanted his body to run away it, he was chasing it, wanting to keep feeling good. so good.

“i- i couldn’t. it felt too good, you’re too good…” he cries. the pain turning to desire as he starts to move his hips. desperately, he fucks into your hands and you don’t even have move them, using your fists to his hearts content.

“’s too much, too much … fuck.” he whimpers aimlessly, words slurring together. he’s so far gone in arousal, he doesn’t even realize he’s the one moving, movements getting sloppier as he gets closer to cumming. his eyes glued shut and his fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh, lips slick with saliva and red as he keeps biting down on them.

you can’t help but to take it all in, how good he looks completely ruined from your hands. how noisy he gets whenever he feels too good. you shift into a more comfortable position as your shorts have gotten progressively wetter as you watch jake wreck himself.

“i-i think ‘m gonna cum..” jake pants, looking at you for approval. he just looks so pretty, a complete mess from a little handjob that you can’t bring yourself to deny him. he’s trembling, using everything he has to hold back his orgasm until you give him permission, how cute.

“cum for me,” you whisper. jake preens and whispers small thank you’s, driving his cock into your grip. his breathing is almost erratic as his orgasm builds to the peak. drawling out praises in his ear, leading him on.

“fuck, i’m gonna - i’m cummi-” he announces, before hiccuping on his words. his whole body quivering as he cums for the second time, more intense than the first. he thrusts his hips roughly into your hands, spraying hot cum everywhere. endless moans streaming out as he rides out his orgasm.

he eventually comes back down, hissing when he pulls his cock from your fists, his breathing slow but heavy and his hands finally releases his clutch on his thigh. he left behind little fingernail imprints from how hard he held on. he swallows, mouth dry from the nonstop noises and opens his eyes to look at you with a dopey smile on his face.

“i don’t know how you always manage to fuck me up like that…” he says with so much admiration in his puppy eyes.

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple. jake contentedly hums, pressing his weight against your chest, getting comfortable and you know that you’re going to be here a while.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[lucidwntrr]

송민기 ───〃 TAKE IT SLOW (PART 1)

mingi’s spins towards you, face burning brighter and a deeper shade of red. his voice is small when he responds. “i-i mean i’ve kissed before, but nothing beyond that…” he drops his head, whispering the last part. “like….like sexual things."

── synopsis: your shy, virgin bf mingi finally decides to let you give him a handjob!

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: inexperiencedbf!mingi x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 1.6k ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: kind of sub!mingi, virgin!mingi, praise, begging, lots of kissing and sucking, handjob teasing, premature cumming (he doesn’t last long), partial facial mingi is huge, lowkey corruption kink ⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: thinking of making this a series where mingi learns all the ways of feeling pleasure, leading up to sex.

you don’t often bring up sex or doing anything sexual with your boyfriend. you knew he was a virgin and things like that make him shy, often clearing his throat and changing the topic when brought up or even running away.

the most you would do together is make out, his fidgety hands never knowing where to rest. often taking it upon yourself to grab them and place them around your waist, on your hips.

even while kissing, he gets nervous and often asks, “am i doing good?” with the most pure look on his face. his eyes wide, lips red and slick with saliva, heavily breathing.

you remember the day you found out he was virgin, during an intense make-out session. while swirling your tongue against his, you drag a hand down his chest to his shorts and mingi jumped, eyes flying open as he gently nudges your hand away.

“what’s wrong baby?” you ask, looking at mingi who wasn’t looking at you and chewing on his bottom lip. his hands were twitching in his lap, and you wondered what was making him anxious.

“why are you fidgeting so much?” you teasingly ask when he doesn’t say anything. you drop your hand to his thigh, softly rubbing the expanse of exposed skin.

mingi gasps, startling you when he suddenly hops up from the couch. he turns away from you, mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch and kindly ask him to repeat himself.

he takes a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before stuttering out, “i-i’ve never done … that,”

“that being …?”

mingi spins towards you, face burning bright and a deep shade of red. his voice is small when he responds, “i-i mean i’ve kissed before, but nothing beyond that." he drops his head, whispering the last part “like….like sexual things.”

“so, you’re a virgin.” you bluntly state, making mingi sputter and look at you with wide eyes. you had the slightest inkling that maybe mingi wasn’t the most experienced, but him being a complete virgin honestly shocked you.

“y-yeah…” he admits shamefully, nodding his head and darting his eyes around to avoid eye contact with you.

you didn’t force him to do anything after his admission, instead comforting and reassuring him that being virgin was okay, which it was.

but, it was from that day on that you would nonstop think about fucking your boyfriend.

his innocence is such a turn on to you.

sweet, innocent mingi, who you can’t help but to constantly think about playing with. how cute he would look begging for you, his eyes shining with tears.

he could hardly handle a compliment from you or when you call him ‘baby’ in a tone that he claims is “troubling” to him. he would start stuttering over his words, shutting himself up by nibbling on his lip, face painted pink with embarrassment.

and of course you want him to take his time, do it whenever he’s ready to…but fuck- imagine how he would react to you doing what you fantasize about.

you hadn’t realize you were staring at him, deep in thought, from where he sat on the couch. he was engrossed in some tv show that you didn’t know the name of, but he would often talk to you about it.

his fluffy dark hair unkempt, strands sticking up in every direction. he squinted at the screen even though his glasses were resting on tip of his nose, and he just looks so soft in his pajamas.

you walk over to the couch and take a seat next to him. mingi briskly looking at you with a smile, an arm coming around to wrap around your shoulders, before tuning back into the show.

“mingi…” you uttered, sliding a hand to his thigh and gently squeezing it. you turn to watch his profile, looking for any signs of discomfort. slowly, you sling a leg over him and shuffle to sit on his thighs.

mingi stiffens under you his breath hitching, before he locks eyes with you. he must have found something in your gaze, his throat bobbing with a swallow.

“y-yes?” he feebly responds, dipping his head to avoid looking into your intense eyes.

“baby,” you coo, leaning closer towards him, placing a finger under his chin to lift his gaze back up to you, your mouths inches away from eachother.

his hand that was on your shoulder was now gripping onto the couch below. mingi’s breath catches when you close the gap between you, eyes instinctively closing when your lips touch and melting into the kiss.

you wrap an arm around his neck, knotting your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck making mingi quietly moan into your mouth. you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in, mingi squirming in response.

he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, like always they hover in the air, torn between keeping them to himself or placing them on you. he settles for your waist and tentatively runs his fingers along the curves. he can feel his face burning, his pulse quickening when his hands slip under your loose shirt.

you grab a fistful of his mussed hair, tugging it to deepen the kiss as your other hand rests on his chest. he whimpers, and you shiver at the sound that you were responsible for.

the sound must have scared mingi though, as he pulls away, panting and face flushed. you go to ask if he was alright, but pause when you take notice of mingi looking down at his hands that rested in his lap.

you smirk, gently prying his hands away to reveal his hard-on that strained against the fabric. mingi turns his head away, flustered.

“it’s okay,” you reassure him, taking ahold of his glasses that were slipping down his nose and resting them aside. mingi nods with a small pout. “may i?” you ask, hovering your own hand over his pants.

mingi bites his lip to fight the moan that almost slipped out. hips almost wanting to twitch up into the warmth radiating from you, his pants feeling tighter as his erection grew.

“don’t worry,” you assure him, your voice low and smooth with comfort. “i’ll take it slow, hm?”

mingi nods, his hands finding their way to your hips and holding them tightly. his body was thrumming with excitement, but also fear for what was to come.

he peeks to look as you rub his dick, embarrassed every time it would twitch at even the slightest graze. pressing his mouth closed, not wanting to sound like loser for moaning so loudly from a little teasing.

you frown at that, capturing him into a kiss to stop him from gatekeeping any noises from you. you wanted to hear everything, no matter how quiet or loud. everything mingi was trying to hold back being forced out.

“don’t hold back,” you whisper when you pull back. unbuttoning his pants, you pull his dick out of them. mingi moans at being released and you almost moan at the sigh in front of you.

he was huge. his dick at full attention, throbbing and leaking precum was bigger than you thought. you couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips, a familiar throb was forming between your legs.

you take him into your hand, feeling how hot and thick he was, barely covering even half the length of it. unintentionally driving mingi crazy as you you stroke upwards teasingly, spreading the precum from his tip down his length to make the glide easier.

“how does that feel,” you breathe.

mingi loudly moans, his head flying back and his eyes squeeze shut. he couldn't stop his hips from grinding up into your grip and he doesn’t think he will last long, already feeling like he could cum if you keep going like that.

“’so good, it’s so good…”

your mouth makes its way to his exposed neck, licking and kissing along it as you stroke him. moving up to his ear, nibbling and licking along the shell of it. mingi’s needy moans spurring you on, adding your other hand and twisting with every jerk.

“w-wait,” he gasps, eyes flying open and hands flying to push your hands off him, not wanting it to end, but his orgasm was building up too quickly.

you pull back with furrowed brows, but before you could say anything…

“fuck,” mingi brokenly moans as his hips buck up with a rough thrust as he cums. you feel the heat from his cum spilling onto your fists, some shooting far and landing on your cheek, as his dick pulses in your hand and his body convulsing.

“i-’im sorry,” he stutters, his face a deep red and eyes wide and glistening with tears. “i tried to warn you… i was gonna…”

there wasn’t anything you could do but giggle a little, making mingi whine. you can't help but to find it adorable at how fast he came from a little handjob. you press a kiss to his cheek, your cum-free hand brushing his arm arm lovingly.

“it’s okay baby, you don’t have to apologize,” you reassure with another kiss, this time to his nose. “besides it was pretty hot.”

mingi doesn’t know what to say to that, his face on fire, he simply nods. your eyes meet again and he leans in to press your lips together.

“we should do it again sometime, yeah?”

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[lucidwntrr]

최산 ───〃LET"S MAKE TONIGHT YOUR BIRTHDAY

“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel."

── synopsis : it’s your birthday and your tipsy, jealous boyfriend san has been patiently (impatiently) waiting to give you your gift all night … your touchy best friend breaks that patience.

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!san x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 3k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: sub!san, oral (f.receiving), begging, unprotected sex (wrap up.ᐟ), praise, tipsy san, breeding kink, needy san, kind of possessive san, jealous, wooyoung cameo!!, he just wants to please you ⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: not even sure if i like this plus i didn't proofread it, but fuck it we ball !! hopefully atleast one person like it though :b

san was not jealous.

i mean sure his skin was pretty hot and prickly, and his muscles were tense. he was clenching his jaw and his fingers gripped tight around the cup of alcohol he’s sipping on. but he wasn't jealous, far from it actually.

he currently resided in the kitchen, where he was leaned up against the counter at your birthday party, attempting and failing to not send daggers in your direction. or, more to the people around you.

not like you would notice anyway … too distracted by said people. engaging in multiple conversations and accepting countless gifts from where you sat on the couch.

he was enamored by how good you looked, smiling brightly, eyes crinkling in the corners, your laugh echoing sweetly in his ears. it just wasn’t fair that everyone else got to see and hear it. he wanted that part of you all to himself. wanted you to be smiling at him like how you were smiling at them.

he’s been trying all night to get just a minute with you, brushed aside by your friends before he could even get the chance to speak. you would mumble a quick “sorry” with a grimace every time someone new whisked you away from him.

that’s when san decided to stumble his way into the kitchen with a frustrated huff and pour himself a drink…or two, who’s counting? is it a crime to want to spend time with your girlfriend on her birthday?

at the same time there was nothing more san wanted then for you to be happy. alongside the growing envy, he was genuinely pleased that you were enjoying the event he partook in planning. maybe he was just being a little selfish…

“ahh, what am i thinking?” he mumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose and earning a sideways glance from someone who walked into the kitchen for a drink. he clears his throat before chugging down the rest of the alcohol in his cup.

he can feel the effects of the alcoholic drink, his skin getting warmer, his limbs feel tingly, his balance is off as he stumbles from where he stands. he crosses his arms over his chest and leans his head back, closing his eyes to rest them a bit, just to collect himself.

“woo? holy shit, you’re here!” san hears you shriek from the other room. his eyes peek open and he turns his head to see you jump into some guys arms, presumably the one you called woo.

san’s eyebrows raise at that, his eyes gravitating towards the arms that were wrapped tightly around your waist and the hands that were gently caressing your back in small circles. he can't fight the way that his teeth grind together at that, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“a little late, but yes i’m here,” he replies when he pulls back with a bright smile and shifts his hands on your shoulders as you launch into a conversation with him.

san looks away with a pout and stares blankly at the floor in front of him, his foot tapping restlessly against it. woo? you never mentioned an woo to him, not to his knowledge atleast. he wracks through his muddled brain, pouring himself another cup and tries to recall a conversation where you mentioned anybody with that name, finding none.

sucking his teeth, he pushes himself off the counter, drinking sloshing and some droplets spilling onto his hand. he’s ready to walk over to you and ask about this guy that suddenly showed up to your party, but he freezes when he makes it to the living room.

you and wooyoung weren’t standing anymore, instead you were both sat on the couch, laughing about something he couldn’t hear over the music. san can feel his eye twitch and his fingers flex around the cup in his hand.

wooyoung was practically in your lap, well not really, but that’s what san’s drunken mind made it out to be. one leg draped over you and his arms wrapped around your shoulders, grinning and whispering into your ear and making you laugh loudly.

it was getting on his nerves watching the way you and him were interacting. he doesn’t like it. it should be him there instead. how come he gets to be so close to you, when he hasn’t even gotten a second with you all night?

he was frozen in place, tense and taking a swig every time he would get a little too close, a distraction, the alcohol starting to catch up to him. but the lingering touches were ticking him off. wooyoung’s hand landing on your thigh and running it along the smooth skin was his last straw.

he couldn’t take it anymore, downing the rest of his drink before making his way over to you. and if he almost tripped twice on the way there, what about it?

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you were startled when your boyfriend suddenly appeared in front of you. having not seeing him the whole night, you were kind of glad that he was here now. you couldn’t get a good look at his face in the dimly-lit living room, but you knew it was san by his voice.

“can i talk to you,” he huffed, his body was swaying as he clumsily thrusted a hand out for you take. you lean back, his hand way too close to your face.

you take his hand, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, “yes, but there’s someone i want you to meet.” you smile and look over to wooyoung. san hasn’t meet woo, your best-friend that was always busy with his career, always traveling. this is the first time you’ve seen him in months and you were excited to introduce the two, you figured they would get along well.

“san, this is wooyoung my be-” you start, gesturing between the two. san's eyes travel over to him, your sentence lost to deaf ears as he watches wooyoung rub your shoulder, cheesing, and his jaw tightens in frustration.

“i just-” san breathes with a hiccup, tilting his head back to contain himself before continuing. “i just want to talk to you, please.” he whispers the last word and squeezes your hand.

“o-okay,” cocking your head in confusion. was something wrong? is he feeling sick? you part from wooyoung and stand to go with your boyfriend. and san doesn’t miss the way wooyoung’s hands drop from your shoulder and drags down your waist as you go. “be right back woo.” you say with a smile and allow your boyfriend to take you away.

san brings you upstairs and down the hall to your shared room, closing and locking the door behind you both. he leans his back and head against the door, dizzy from the drinks and fast movements. he’s not sure how he even made it here without completely falling, he only tripped once.

“san, you alright…” you question, taking a tentative step towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. he’s skin is warm, hot almost, you could feel it through the shirt he was wearing. maybe he was feeling sick...

he slowly nods, a mistake as the alcohol is setting in and even that made him a little unstable. you rush forward to catch san before he could trip over himself, his hands landing on your waist and head dropping to rest against your chest.

you gently lift his head up by his chin, taking in his disheveled state. in the lamp light you notice that his cheeks are tinged pink, a slight shine to his forehead from sweat, and the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath as he pants, his breath fanning across your face.

“are you drunk?” you ask, resting your hand against his cheek. he immediately nuzzles into, sighing at the cool touch. he looks up at you, eyes glossy and unfocused.

he ignores your question, his gaze dropping to your lips. he leans in, presumably to kiss you. but before your mouths could touch, you lean your head back and earn a little groan from san who starts to pout.

“i asked if you are drunk.”

“only a little bit tipsy,” he hurriedly mumbles as he hiccups, leaning in to kiss you again only to be denied. this time by you placing a finger against his wet mouth. “fuck, why~” he whines impatiently, fingers drumming against your waist.

“you said you wanted to talk to me, not kiss me,” you remind him of the reason why we’re here, with a giggle. san puffs in annoyance. he didn’t actually have anything to say, just wanted to finally be alone with you. “you dragged me away from my conversation with woo-“

you’re cut off by san rushing in to press his lips against yours. nibbling and licking at your bottom lip, taking control of the kiss. he doesn’t want to hear that name right now. doesn’t care about what you and him were talking about, he just wants you to focus on him.

you part your mouth, deepening it as you lick into san’s mouth. he moans into it and his knees buckle a bit, his grip on you tight to keep himself upright.

“this is what i wanted to talk about,” he breaths out when he pulls back for air, a string of saliva connecting you two. “your birthday gift.”

it’s true. san did have a gift for you, he’s been waiting all night for everyone to leave so he can give it to you. quite literally. but if this is what it took for you to forget about everyone else, forget about woo, and just give him all your attention then…

“i’m confused…” you slowly say, furrowing your brows and searching san’s face for some kind of answer. there was a lot of physical activity going on for him to be talking about a gift.

“can i show you it,” he leads you to the bed, and instructs you to get on it and you follow his instruction, curious. “i was going to wait until after the party, but i’m a bit impatient now…” he says, a whiny tone in his voice.

“san- what exactly is this ‘gift’?”

he once again ignores you, climbing on the bed and crawling towards you, hovering over you. it forces you to lean back, your head gently hitting the mattress as san looks down at you with his flushed face. his hand instantly roaming your body, up your thighs, to your waist, and under your shirt to cup a breast.

your eyes can’t help but to flutter at that, your breathing picking up slightly as you watch san’s movements. he moves in to kiss you, not holding back this time and shoves his tongue into your mouth. he whines as your tongues swirl together.

“san,” you whisper into his mouth. he pays you no mind, trying to get as much of you as he can, hoping to distract you enough. “sannie, as much as i’m enjoying this… there is a party going on downstairs and wooyoung-”

san grumbles at that, that name that you just can’t seem to stop saying. he sucks his teeth and leans back to sit up, a little too fast, his hands landing on your thighs as he wobbles.

“woo, woo, woo,” he mumbles, dropping his head down and shaking it from side to side. you rise up on your elbows to look at your boyfriend. “when are you going to pay attention to me, huh?”

“i’ve been wanting to talk to you all night. been waiting to have just a second with you. just a little conversation, a kiss, a hug, a smile, a laugh. anything, but you’ve been giving it all to everyone else. i want that too. i’m your boyfriend.” he rambles, shakily pointing a finger at himself.

you have to press a hand to your mouth to keep from laughing. he was just too cute, all pouty and angry, his cheeks dusted red. you’ve never seen this side of him before. sure, you’ve gotten drunk with him, he usually gets all quiet, often staying to himself. but this was different…

“then someone else comes in, woo, and you’re all over him. what about me? laugh with me, talk to me, let me cling to you like that, i can-” he continues and you shut him up before he can rant on for hours, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“sounds like your jealous,” you giggle as san lifts his head to look at you. his eyes flitter around your face, avoiding eye-contact with you, his face burning hotter.

“j-jealous, why would i be jealous?” he defensively says.

“you already answered your own question when you were rambling,” you whisper, wrapping a hand around his neck and fisting your hand into the hair on his nape, pulling him in for another kiss.

the make-out is all saliva and messy as san gasps, caught by surprise at the sudden attack on his lips. he lets you take the lead, losing himself in you. he wraps his arms around your waist from where he sat in your lap, drawing his body closer to yours.

his hips twitch against you when you bite his bottom lip, his hard cock dragging against your stomach and making san draw out a whimper.

“uhn,” he breathily moans when he grinds himself against you again. his head tilting back as he gets lost in the pleasure of the friction on his cock. you take advantage and leave little nibbles and pecks on his warm neck.

“can- can i still give you your gift, please?” he sighs, his hands skimming along your arms. the way he pleads, sends a trail of goosebumps along your skin where he touches.

you nod your head, your party forgotten about as the man in front of you starts to trail kisses down your body. he thumbs at your shirt, peeking at you, a silent ask. you take it upon yourself, stripping off your shirt.

san heavily breaths before leaning in and taking a tit into his mouth, whirling around his tongue on your nipple, making your back arch into him. he attends to both, switching between the two and leaving a few hickeys behind.

he moves down, kissing along your stomach and waist. he looks up at you when he makes it to the band of your skirt and with a playful smirk, dips his head under it and drags your underwear down your legs with his teeth.

he goes back down, burying his face into your cunt. it’s wet and messy and exactly what san wanted. he whimpers as he licks, lapping up at your juices, his nose pressing against your clit.

“sannie,” you breath, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at some of the strands, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

san’s hip twitch against the bed, grinding down against the sheets. just him being able to taste you, turns him on. being able to please you, make you feel good, better than anyone else.

“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded eyes, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel.

“so good, you’re doing so good,” you sigh, tossing your head back when san licks a strip from your entrance up to your clit.

he moans at your approval, his cock twitching where it was trapped between his pants and the bed, his body trembling as he gets close to cumming. he just wants to stay here, burying his tongue in you, he doesn’t care how messy it gets.

“fuck,” you gasp, grinding your hips against san’s face as you cum.

san whimpers, cumming untouched in his pants. he spills all over the bed, pushing his hips against the mattress as he licks up your mess, drinking you up like he did the alcohol.

once you come down, you let go of his hair and pull him up towards you. licking into his mouth to taste yourself on his tongue. you reach a hand down to his pants, hoping to return the favor and get met with a huge sticky spot there instead.

“did you…” you start, looking at san who had a sheepish look on his face. turning his to the side and clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“i-i can go again,” he whispers, removing his bottoms and stroking himself to hardness again. record speed. “i want to be inside you, please…”

he spreads your legs apart, placing himself there. he grabs onto your hips and slides his hot cock between your folds. he moans, his body shivering at the intense pleasure from just cumming.

“please, please let me put it in,” he pleads, stuttering out a moan when his tip catches on your entrance. he’s tempted to push in, but he won’t not until you say he can. “i’ll make you feel good, i- i promise.”

you don’t respond, wrapping your legs around him, you push him forward and into your wet heat.

“mm, fuck,” he loudly moans. it would’ve been too loud if not for the music blaring downstairs. even then, with how tipsy he was, he wouldn’t care if anyone heard.

he deeply rocks his hips into you, each thrust hitting just the right spot. punching short ‘ah’s’ from you.

“so good, only i can have this…” he babbles. his thrusts getting rougher, slamming his cock into you as he recalls the events from earlier.

“nobody else can see you like this, n-no one else can make you feel good…” he whines, his hold on your hips almost bruising as he pounds into you.

he feels drunk off of this. him feeling how you clench around him, how wet and warm it is. he needs more, he wants more, wants you to know that only he can do this to you.

“s-sannie,” you stutter as you can’t keep up with his pace. “s-slow down…” you moan, bringing your arms up to wrap around waist and bringing him closer to you.

of course he doesn’t slow down, it almost feels like he speeds up.

“so pretty, so tight…” he moans into your ear, his pace unrelenting as he fucks you. “wanna cum inside - i’ve been wanting it all night, i just - fuck. please let me.”

you pull him back to be face to face, his eyes closed and he doesn’t open them until you coo, “you want it that bad?”

he almost looks ravenous, his was so gone, drunk off you.

“yes, wanna cum inside,” he babbles, his voice raspy from all the moaning. “wanna fill you up, make you mine, please-“

“yeah?”

he nods his head wildly, “fuck yes, please~ i’ll be good, so good. i promise, if you just let me cum inside - let me own it.”

you lean in to whisper in his ear, “show me that you do,”

san’s breath hitches, a strangled moan stuck in his throat as his eyes roll back. one last thrust is all he had before he came deep inside.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” he whiningly chants, as he fills you with rope after rope of cum. his breath hot against your neck that he was buried in.

you caress his back with one hand and his sweat-soaked hair with the other as he rides out his orgasm. weakly thrusting into you until he can’t from the sensitivity.

he pulls out with a hiss, rolling onto his back, feeling a different kind of heat and tingle in his body, one not from the alcohol.

you roll over to rest on his chest, tracing circles along his stomach.

“that was quite the birthday gift,” you laugh, with an exaggerated sigh. “you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.”

“‘m not jea-“ he starts before getting interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door.

“hey um, i just wanted to say happy birthday again before heading out,” i voice shouts from the other side. “and it was nice to briefly meet you san, i hope we can talk more next time.” then there were footsteps.

san rolls his eyes after the second sentence, becoming aware of who was outside the door. his chest heaving and a tiny pout was on his lips.

you look at him with raised eyebrows and a knowing smile.

“i’m not jealous!” he shouts, a blush blooming on his face.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[lucidwntrr]

never doubt your writing skills! posting should be fun!!

also if u do read stuff from me I must know ur favorites LOLLL (i also need to up my sub!idol af)

you're so right about that, i'm working on breaking that habit and posting freely !!

i can't lie i have been obsessed with your recent yunho fic about his hands, it's so delicious, i've read it about 5 times already and been meaning to reblog it on my other blog (which i will cause it's SO good) and the childhood friends san fic, i LOVEEEEE - but you should know it's good based on how popular it is (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) & i will definitely be reading more from you !!

i love your writing and would be the first person at the door if you end up posting more sub!idol like PUH-LEASEEEEEE consider it !!

[lucidwntrr]

can you imagine subby yunho with subby reader

like yunho already suffer from oral fixation and it certainly didnt help when his gf comes home tipsy and get a little handsy with him, yk like small kisses here and there and sucking his finger begging him to do something to her

another fic that is long overdue (i apologize again) . this one is pretty short since i didn't know where to take it, BUT i would love to make it a full fic if anyone else would like or if you would like a continuation.

── tags: smut, oral fixation, teasing, praise, begging, subxsub, yunho loves your mouth and wants to use his mouth, wc: 600+

“yuyu?” you call out into the dark, empty living room as you enter your apartment. you were just coming back from an outing with your friends, and there might have been some drinking involved.

you didn’t feel that drunk, you were tipsy at most. maybe your face a little warm, you were swaying and stumbling over your feet, and your body was buzzing. but, you weren’t drunk…

“in the room,” he shouts in response as you shuck your shoes off and peer down the hallway at the door that was cracked open. you make your way down and enter the bedroom where you find yunho sitting cross-legged on the bed with a book in hand.

he looked good. all messy hair, glasses perched on his nose, chewing on his bottom lip as he immersed himself into the book he was reading. you can feel your breathing getting heavier as you stare, heat simmering in your lower belly.

you decide to climb into his lap, yunho stretching his legs out so you can straddle him. it wasn’t the smoothest move, hitting the bed on the way onto it with an ‘oof’, but it makes yunho laugh and you pout at him.

he peeks over his book, a fond smile playing on his lips. a hand coming to softly rest on your waist that makes the skin under his touch tingle. he takes in your appearance. your face a shade darker and a layer of sweat over you that makes your skin shine.

“had a good time i presume,” he clears his throat and shifts his gaze. his deep and raspy voice vibrates through you. you curl your fingers into the hem of his shirt upon hearing it. his hand gently glides along the curve of your waist and you have to stifle a moan from coming out.

“mhmm,” you hum with a nod of your head, dopily smiling back at him. he mumbles a ‘cute’ before taking away his touch and putting his attention back to his book.

you get annoyed that you didn’t have his full attention, huffing a breath of air that yunho doesn’t seem to notice. so you take your hands a trail them up his stomach.

he tenses under you, raising an eyebrow in your direction as you feel the ridges of his abs under your fingertips. he exhales shakily, lowering his book as his arms feel a little weak and his eyes flutter.

taking notice of his pink, parted lips, you get the sudden urge to kiss him. and you do, surging towards him and placing a tiny one on his cheek.

and another on his other cheek.

and another on his lips. yunho breathily moans, chasing after the feeling of your plush lips against his.

and just one more.

the last one being placed onto yunho’s slender finger. taking one of his hands from his book and putting it to your mouth. you were well aware of yunho's fixation on your mouth and using his mouth and you couldn't help but to rile him up a bit.

“w-what are you doing,” he gasps, a flush creeping up his neck. he places his book next to him on the sheets and looks at you with a slight glisten to his eyes, following where you were taking his hand.

you look him in the eyes as you slide his finger into your mouth, sliding and twirling your tongue around it. your free hand running under his t-shirt and across his stomach, brushing past a nipple as you explore.

“fuck,” he whines as his eyes flutter, his hips raising a bit as he watches you defile his finger. his eyes were solely trained on your mouth, how they looked parted around him. his growing boner was making his pants uncomfortably tight.

you take in another finger, sucking on the two digits as yunho loudly moans and grinds his hips up against you, which makes you whimper.

“yuyu,” you moan, muffled as you circle your tongue around him. you grab his hand and drag them down to between where your bodies meet, pressing his hand against your heat. “yunho, please…”

with a heavy breath, he shoves his fingers into your mouth and groaning as they slide against your wet tongue. his dick twitches against your hand while does it, taking his time to gently fuck your mouth with his hand.

it should bother you how he's hardly paying attention to how need you are for him right now, but it's so hot how he uses your mouth that you don't mind. ignoring your many pleas and cries about how you want him to do something, anything. you hook a finger into the waistband of his pajama pants, and look at him with begging eyes.

once he looks at you, his eyes are glossed over and his face is tinged pink. his bottom lip is red and wet from him biting and sliding his tongue along it.

"please," you whisper around his fingers, a string of drool sliding down your chin.

yunho's eyes follows it before he pops his fingers from your mouth and surges into to kiss you, lapping up the saliva on the way to your lips. nibbling on your bottom lip before he slips his tongue inside when you moan.

"can i taste you," he moans, breaking the kiss by pressing a thumb against your lip. you flick your tongue out against his thumb. yunho shivers as he presses his thumb into your mouth for you suck on, his other hand pressing against your clit.

"please yunho," you needily while.

yunho flips you onto your back, hungrily stripping you out of clothes before diving between your legs and putting his mouth to work.

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[lucidwntrr]

hiiiii! i was just wondering if you could write something with virgin sub beomgyu where hes lowkey kind of a gooner and reader (who is his roommate) catches him jerking off and moaning her name and then like as the days go by she starts teasing him because he doesnt know she heard him and then finally she snaps and they fuck and yay wow and hes like a mess and whiny and pathetic and yeah…!

anyways! love your mingi fic it was so good❤️

this is so long overdue, i sincerely apologize for the wait- but i'm glad you enjoyed the mingi fic !! i hope you enjoy this one too ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

── tags: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), riding, gooner beomgyu, he's noisy, masturbation, teasing, praise, begging, crying, reader is kind of a pervert, multiple orgasms, he just wants to be used, wc: 3.2k

“mmph, fuck…”

it started on a friday night. you came home from a late class and that’s when you first heard it. you took your shoes off and tossed your bag onto the nearby couch.

“please,” it was a soft sound, a whisper almost, if it not had been dead-silent in the apartment. it was coming from down the hallway, from the room that belonged to roommate, beomgyu.

you walk up to the door, it was cracked open and there was a tiny light peeking through the slit. peering in, you find your roommate jerking off. he was sat in bed, the screen of his laptop being the source of illumination in the otherwise dark room.

his head was tossed back, eyes squeezed shut, and his fist was vigorously working his cock that was leaking all over. the squelching sound almost obscene.

“fuck, so pretty-“ he breathily whines, followed by a whine of your name. he opened his eyes to look at his screen, his hips stuttering up into his hand. you squint, trying to get a glimpse at what he was touching himself to.

the laptop sat at an awkward angle, but once beomgyu's foot kicked it on a particularly hard thrust, you had to suppress a gasp when you noticed was on the screen. it was split in two, on one half there was an image on it that looked eerily like you (it was). the other half played a porn video that if you strained enough, could hear over beomgyu’s moaning.

is he watching that and imagining it’s me … you think to yourself, feeling heat pool below as you squeeze your legs together.

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beomgyu knew he wouldn’t last. he’s watched this video countless times, three times tonight. it’s the only one that resembled you enough for him to get off to. he's tried others, but this one is what really got him going.

he could feel his orgasm bubbling up as the video reached the three minute mark, his cock twitching as the boy in the video gets used, his cock getting relentlessly ridden as he squirms beneath her. he wants that to be him.

“you gonna be a good boy~” the lady in the video purrs and beomgyu immediately moans, nodding his head. "gonna cum for me," his fist speeds up, matching the pace of the video.

“yes, i’ll be a good boy,” he whimpers. if he imagined hard enough, the voice even sounded like yours. god, he needed that. you in his ear telling him how to please you, use him like a little toy, praise him when he’s doing something right. “fucking please-“ he gasps. he just wants you to take control of him.

he can’t count how many times he’s envisioned you walking in on him. laid out on the bed, legs spread, his cock pulled through his boxers as he fucks up into his hand unapologetically. tsking and shaking your head at him for being so shameless.

just as the video hit the four minute mark, beomgyu's favorite part, the lady whispers “you take it so well,” as she bounces on the lucky boys cock, tugging on his hair. he shivers, cock twitching, as his orgasm runs at him.

beomgyu moans at the same time he moans, spilling all over his hand, his third orgasm of the night hitting him full force, cum flying up to hit him in his face and land over his chest.

“mmph-!” he moans behind his hand, not wanting to be too loud. he wasn’t sure when you would be home from class (or if you already were) and he didn’t want to embarrass himself, despite his fantasies.

his hips weakly thrust into his hand, driving him to oversensitivity as he tries to make it last. it just felt so good, the rush so addicting. he feels like he could go again if he really wanted to, but he was pretty tired from cumming three times already.

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the next day, you walked out into the kitchen to find beomgyu sitting at the island. he had his glasses on and was writing something in his journal. his face was in his hand, brows cutely furrowed and he was chewing on his bottom lip.

he looked completely different from the beomgyu you saw last night whose glasses were tossed aside on the floor, hair sticking up in different directions like he was pulling on the strands, bottom lip slick with saliva.

you want to see that look on him again, but first you wanted to toy with him...

“hey,” you greet him, slowly walking to the fridge to grab something to drink. intentionally bending over a little too far, pajama shorts riding up your ass. you can hear beomgyu's pen drop against the counter and he clears his throat behind you.

“hi…” he dreamily sighs out. when you turn around, his cheeks were a light pink and he quickly diverted his eyes back to his journal when you were about to make eye contact, swallowing hard.

with a fresh bottle of juice in hand, you place it in front of him. beomgyu looks at you confused, cocking his head to the side. you feign weakness as you try to pry open the lid to the drink, faux sensual grunts making beomgyu fidget.

“open it for me, please?” you ask with sickeningly sweet smile, leaning over the counter so your chest was in view. beomgyu's eyes flitting between staring at them and at the juice in front of him.

beomgyu hesitantly takes the drink, your hands brushing past each other as you grabs it by the top. he chokes on a gasp, hurriedly opening the bottle with ease and pushing it back your way.

with a whispered 'thank you', you take a swig from the bottle. beomgyu watches the way your lips wrap around it and his dick twitches in his pants. he has to shove his face back into his journal to stop himself from gawking.

but what you say next has him short circuiting,

“good boy~” you cooed, before walking away, ruffling beomgyu's hair as you pass him. you take the drink with you and leave a dumbfounded beomgyu in the kitchen. “you’re so strong.” you add while going to your room.

he doesn't move. he keeps his head down as you go back to your room and shut the door. his face is red and his dick is throbbing, he shoves a hand into his lap to stop the aching. his hands were to shaky for him to continue writing, not like he could remember what he was writing anyway.

that night would mark the second time you would hear beomgyu masturbate. his muffled cries were loud from behind his closed door. frequent chants of your name and pleads as he fucks himself to the two simple words you uttered to him.

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achoo!

beomgyu sneezes again, laying across the couch and his head was tilted back against the arm. it was the only comfortable position he could rest and still be able to breath. his nose red and raw from the constant rubbing.

he had just come back from class, the pollen that hung in the spring air was whooping his ass. he hasn’t stopped sneezing since he’s been home. it was only a five minute walk yet...

you entered the living room just as beomgyu lets out another full-body sneeze with a groan, rubbing under his nostrils. you flinch at how loud it was and he mumbles an apology.

“don't apologize, i was just startled. would you like some allergy meds?” you ask, opening the cabinet filled with different antibiotics. you rummage around until you find the one you were looking for.

beomgyu, not being the fondest of taking pills shakes his head no. “not really, i’ll be okay… just need a nap.” he reassures, crossing his arms over his chest and slipping his eyes shut. and right after he sneezes again, painfully.

you sigh, “come here.” a simple statement, only slightly serious in tone.

but something in your voice must have had some affect on beomgyu as he stilled, his eyes opening before getting up and timidly shuffling towards you, pouting.

you pop two pills from the package and hand it to him, along with a glass of water that you poured for him.

you look him in the eyes as you say, “take it.”

and beomgyu could almost moan at how commanding you sounded, so in control. even if this wasn’t the right scenario, his mind faintly thinks back to that video… and tries not to get turned on.

he turns his head, wanting to avoid the heat of your gaze, pressing the pill to his lips. before he could slip in his mouth, you reach a hand up to gently cup his face, turning him back towards you.

beomgyu's eyes widen, his legs feel like jelly, and he has to shove the whimper that threatened to escape down his throat. he can feel his neck heating up and he prays that his face hasn't changed color.

quickly, he brings the pill to his mouth and places it on his tongue before taking in gulps of water to wash it down with along with his moans. all the while making eye contact with you, as you nod in encouragement.

“god, you took that so well…” you praise, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb and beomgyu almost chokes on his water. he sputters, trying to find the right words and pretend like his dick didn't just twitch, he didn't just leak a bit.

“h-huh?” he breathes

“im just saying, you take it well…” you repeat, and you could’ve sworn beomgyu’s eyes glazed a little at that. “the pills.” you finish, dropping your eyes to his lips that were parted and pink.

“oh r-right, the pills…” he says, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck that likely red. “i-im gonna go take that nap, let the pills do it’s job.” he mumbles, speeding off to his room and slamming the door.

it wasn’t long after that you could faintly hear the same porn video playing and beomgyu failing to contain his moans as you pressed your ear to his door with a smirk.

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you crack exactly a week after the first time you heard him. everyday until now you would hear him jacking off when you walked past his room. and it was driving you crazy... in a good way. you just wanted to hear them up close, see him lose himself like that in front of you.

you were back from your same late night class, it ran a little later than usual, but that was fine. the first thing you heard was beomgyu masturbating...this time he was super loud, not holding back as he pumps himself unapologetically. desperate cries of your name and ‘please’ tumbling past his bitten lips.

“fuck me!” he unabashedly moans.

you walk up to his room, and just like the first time, peer your head into the cracked door. he was laying down, legs bent and he was fucking up into his hand. he was sweating, it was staining the front of his shirt and his pants were tugged down just enough for his cock to be free.

his cock that was leaking copiously like he's already came, a pool of pre-cum puddling around the base of his cock and covering his hand.

"please, please, please..." he whines before loudly moaning your name. his clean hand running through his hair and tugging on them roughly.

he doesn't notice you come into the warm room, his eyes rolled shut, glasses crooked on his face, just when you walked in. you take soft steps, coming up to his bed and climb on top of him, straddling his hips.

"w-what the f..." he starts, jumping but getting nowhere as he was trapped beneath you. he opens his eyes and gasps, blinking rapidly to be sure he wasn't dreaming. he gapes like a fish, trying to find words but they have all escaped him.

"i-i-..." is all he manages.

"thinking about me," you whisper in his ear, placing your arms on either side of his head and cage him, leaning down. beomgyu wriggles under you, panting into your ear heavily.

when he doesn't respond, you continue, "to be honest with you beomie, i've been listening to you touch yourself to the thought of me all week."

"r-really...?" he stutters, his cock that was still is his sticky hand twitches. his face flushes as his skin tingles, getting impossibly more turned-on knowing that you were watching him.

you hum, leaning back to look at beomgyu. you scan his face, his pupils were blown-wide and glossy, and his parted lips were plump and you wanted to close the gape between the two of you and kiss him, not yet though...

you sit back on your lap, beomgyu still looks like he can't believe you're here right now. his eyes just follow you as you move.

"well, don't let me stop you..." you gesture to his fist that was tightly wrapped around himself and fixing his glasses so they sit on the bridge of his nose. beomgyu doesn't quite understand what you mean, eyes still concentrated on the fact that you were here and sitting on his lap.

"you want me to keep touching myself...?" he whispers. his voice small. he looks down at his red cock and then back at you.

"while i watch, yes..." you nod.

beomgyu can't contain the moan that he lets out, one of his biggest fantasies coming to be. you walking in on him and basically bossing him around. he could cum right now if he wasn't so dazed.

"o-okay," he starts moving his hand on his throbbing cock again, a long and shuddering moan comes out.

"good boy," you purr, pushing back his hair that rested on his forehead. beomgyu whimpers, his hips stuttering under you.

he immediately falls, slipping under your dominance. "yes, mmph- yes i'm your good boy." you hum in approval, dragging your hand down his chest, using your fingertips to trace his body and beomgyu arches into your touch.

you continue down, until your hands reach his cock. you pry his hands off and wrap your own hand around him. not stroking, just holding it in your hands.

"please-please do something," he cries. weakly pushing his hands up into your hand. not finding much pleasure as your grip was too tight for him to move.

"again," you coo.

"please, i'm begging you..."

you squeeze him before you start moving your fist up and down his length at a steady pace, his cock jumping in your hold.

beomgyu traps his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it as you take control of his cock. pumping him however you wanted, switching from too fast and too slow. he was almost overwhelmed, the feeling so much more than he imagined.

"w-wait-" he gasps, his orgasm approaching too quickly. too fast for him to catch and stop it. spilling over your hand, when your fingers brush his sensitive tip. "fuck,"

you watch as strings of hot cum cover your hand, tsking at how quick he came just from having your hand on him for no more than a minute.

"that was pretty quick..." you giggle. beomgyu's hands fly to cover his face that was burning, he doesn't care if there was dried cum on one of them. he was embarrassed.

truth was, beomgyu was virgin. he's never had anyone besides himself touch his cock, only imagined that you would. and now that he had it, he couldn't contain himself and ended up cumming too fast. he groans, aggressively rubbing circles into his eyes.

"t-that was my first time..." he mumbles.

"you're first time," you question before catching on and then asking, "like your first time ever?"

he nods his head from behind his hands.

"oh, that's okay..." you reassure, removing his hands from his face. and smiling at him. "we can keep going if you'd like?" you suggest, to which beomgyu shyly nods.

you shift to slip of your bottoms before getting comfortable back on beomgyu's lap. you press your hips down, grinding along the length of beomgyu, his cock slipping between your wet folds.

"f-fuck," beomgyu breaths out, his hands coming to land on your waist.

you lean closer to him, your faces inches apart. beomgyu lifts his head, wanting your lips to touch and you accept, capturing him into a heated kiss. biting his bottom lip softly and pushing your tongue in when he gasps.

you pull back, beomgyu crying at the loss, and reach behind to align his cock with your entrance. finally letting him press his cock into you.

beomgyu's eyes roll back as his mouth fall opens on a moan. it was nothing like he imagined, but so much more. it was so warm and wet and tight. he breathlessly moans your name as he pushes in until he was completely inside.

"yes beomie," you kiss him again, just a quick press for comfort.

"i-it's so good, feels so good," he needily whines, tears wetting his lashes.

you moan, sitting up and resting your hands against his chest as you slam your hips down onto him. your fingers curling and digging into the skin as you use his cock. you were dripping all over him, the sound when your hips met, loud combined with beomgyu's broken moans.

you stare down at him, his debauched look spurring you on. he looked so pretty like this, losing himself over you. completely absorbed in pleasure as his cock reaches deep into you.

"so wet, you're s-so wet," he moans, his eyes slipping shut.

"yeah?"

"mhm,"

"but you're taking it so well beomie, making me feel so good..." you moan. it was those words, always those words that brings him to his orgasm. his brain was mush, so desperate to cum, moaning wantonly, the tears that threatened to fall slide down his face and onto the sheets.

something about him knowing that he can make you feel good. that he can take whatever you give him, like a good boy... his head presses into the pillow below him, his sweaty hair spreading around him.

"i-i'm gonna fucking cum," he cries, more as a warning than anything. he could try to wait for permission, but he wasn't sure if he could honestly. his eyebrows knit together and he holds onto your waist tightly, thrusting up his hips to meet yours, the squelching of both your fluids edging him closer.

"g-god," he shakily moans as he cums for the third time, hard. more tears falling down his flushed face as he spurts hot cum deep inside of you. his body trembles as his orgasm wracks through him, a string of saliva slipping through his part lips as his continuously moans.

"so messy beomie..." you hum, licking up the saliva and kiss him deeply. catching all of his moans in your mouth as he dances his tongue with yours. "such a good boy."

beomgyu shivers, keeping his eyes closed and trying to control his ragged breathing, choking on gasps. when he cracks them open to look at you through his tears he finds you fondly smiling.

god, he hopes we can do this again.

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[lucidwntrr]

최산 ───〃LET"S MAKE TONIGHT YOUR BIRTHDAY

“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel."

── synopsis : it’s your birthday and your tipsy, jealous boyfriend san has been patiently (impatiently) waiting to give you your gift all night … your touchy best friend breaks that patience.

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!san x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 3k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: sub!san, oral (f.receiving), begging, unprotected sex (wrap up.ᐟ), praise, tipsy san, breeding kink, needy san, kind of possessive san, jealous, wooyoung cameo!!, he just wants to please you ⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: not even sure if i like this plus i didn't proofread it, but fuck it we ball !! hopefully atleast one person like it though :b

san was not jealous.

i mean sure his skin was pretty hot and prickly, and his muscles were tense. he was clenching his jaw and his fingers gripped tight around the cup of alcohol he’s sipping on. but he wasn't jealous, far from it actually.

he currently resided in the kitchen, where he was leaned up against the counter at your birthday party, attempting and failing to not send daggers in your direction. or, more to the people around you.

not like you would notice anyway … too distracted by said people. engaging in multiple conversations and accepting countless gifts from where you sat on the couch.

he was enamored by how good you looked, smiling brightly, eyes crinkling in the corners, your laugh echoing sweetly in his ears. it just wasn’t fair that everyone else got to see and hear it. he wanted that part of you all to himself. wanted you to be smiling at him like how you were smiling at them.

he’s been trying all night to get just a minute with you, brushed aside by your friends before he could even get the chance to speak. you would mumble a quick “sorry” with a grimace every time someone new whisked you away from him.

that’s when san decided to stumble his way into the kitchen with a frustrated huff and pour himself a drink…or two, who’s counting? is it a crime to want to spend time with your girlfriend on her birthday?

at the same time there was nothing more san wanted then for you to be happy. alongside the growing envy, he was genuinely pleased that you were enjoying the event he partook in planning. maybe he was just being a little selfish…

“ahh, what am i thinking?” he mumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose and earning a sideways glance from someone who walked into the kitchen for a drink. he clears his throat before chugging down the rest of the alcohol in his cup.

he can feel the effects of the alcoholic drink, his skin getting warmer, his limbs feel tingly, his balance is off as he stumbles from where he stands. he crosses his arms over his chest and leans his head back, closing his eyes to rest them a bit, just to collect himself.

“woo? holy shit, you’re here!” san hears you shriek from the other room. his eyes peek open and he turns his head to see you jump into some guys arms, presumably the one you called woo.

san’s eyebrows raise at that, his eyes gravitating towards the arms that were wrapped tightly around your waist and the hands that were gently caressing your back in small circles. he can't fight the way that his teeth grind together at that, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“a little late, but yes i’m here,” he replies when he pulls back with a bright smile and shifts his hands on your shoulders as you launch into a conversation with him.

san looks away with a pout and stares blankly at the floor in front of him, his foot tapping restlessly against it. woo? you never mentioned an woo to him, not to his knowledge atleast. he wracks through his muddled brain, pouring himself another cup and tries to recall a conversation where you mentioned anybody with that name, finding none.

sucking his teeth, he pushes himself off the counter, drinking sloshing and some droplets spilling onto his hand. he’s ready to walk over to you and ask about this guy that suddenly showed up to your party, but he freezes when he makes it to the living room.

you and wooyoung weren’t standing anymore, instead you were both sat on the couch, laughing about something he couldn’t hear over the music. san can feel his eye twitch and his fingers flex around the cup in his hand.

wooyoung was practically in your lap, well not really, but that’s what san’s drunken mind made it out to be. one leg draped over you and his arms wrapped around your shoulders, grinning and whispering into your ear and making you laugh loudly.

it was getting on his nerves watching the way you and him were interacting. he doesn’t like it. it should be him there instead. how come he gets to be so close to you, when he hasn’t even gotten a second with you all night?

he was frozen in place, tense and taking a swig every time he would get a little too close, a distraction, the alcohol starting to catch up to him. but the lingering touches were ticking him off. wooyoung’s hand landing on your thigh and running it along the smooth skin was his last straw.

he couldn’t take it anymore, downing the rest of his drink before making his way over to you. and if he almost tripped twice on the way there, what about it?

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you were startled when your boyfriend suddenly appeared in front of you. having not seeing him the whole night, you were kind of glad that he was here now. you couldn’t get a good look at his face in the dimly-lit living room, but you knew it was san by his voice.

“can i talk to you,” he huffed, his body was swaying as he clumsily thrusted a hand out for you take. you lean back, his hand way too close to your face.

you take his hand, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, “yes, but there’s someone i want you to meet.” you smile and look over to wooyoung. san hasn’t meet woo, your best-friend that was always busy with his career, always traveling. this is the first time you’ve seen him in months and you were excited to introduce the two, you figured they would get along well.

“san, this is wooyoung my be-” you start, gesturing between the two. san's eyes travel over to him, your sentence lost to deaf ears as he watches wooyoung rub your shoulder, cheesing, and his jaw tightens in frustration.

“i just-” san breathes with a hiccup, tilting his head back to contain himself before continuing. “i just want to talk to you, please.” he whispers the last word and squeezes your hand.

“o-okay,” cocking your head in confusion. was something wrong? is he feeling sick? you part from wooyoung and stand to go with your boyfriend. and san doesn’t miss the way wooyoung’s hands drop from your shoulder and drags down your waist as you go. “be right back woo.” you say with a smile and allow your boyfriend to take you away.

san brings you upstairs and down the hall to your shared room, closing and locking the door behind you both. he leans his back and head against the door, dizzy from the drinks and fast movements. he’s not sure how he even made it here without completely falling, he only tripped once.

“san, you alright…” you question, taking a tentative step towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. he’s skin is warm, hot almost, you could feel it through the shirt he was wearing. maybe he was feeling sick...

he slowly nods, a mistake as the alcohol is setting in and even that made him a little unstable. you rush forward to catch san before he could trip over himself, his hands landing on your waist and head dropping to rest against your chest.

you gently lift his head up by his chin, taking in his disheveled state. in the lamp light you notice that his cheeks are tinged pink, a slight shine to his forehead from sweat, and the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath as he pants, his breath fanning across your face.

“are you drunk?” you ask, resting your hand against his cheek. he immediately nuzzles into, sighing at the cool touch. he looks up at you, eyes glossy and unfocused.

he ignores your question, his gaze dropping to your lips. he leans in, presumably to kiss you. but before your mouths could touch, you lean your head back and earn a little groan from san who starts to pout.

“i asked if you are drunk.”

“only a little bit tipsy,” he hurriedly mumbles as he hiccups, leaning in to kiss you again only to be denied. this time by you placing a finger against his wet mouth. “fuck, why~” he whines impatiently, fingers drumming against your waist.

“you said you wanted to talk to me, not kiss me,” you remind him of the reason why we’re here, with a giggle. san puffs in annoyance. he didn’t actually have anything to say, just wanted to finally be alone with you. “you dragged me away from my conversation with woo-“

you’re cut off by san rushing in to press his lips against yours. nibbling and licking at your bottom lip, taking control of the kiss. he doesn’t want to hear that name right now. doesn’t care about what you and him were talking about, he just wants you to focus on him.

you part your mouth, deepening it as you lick into san’s mouth. he moans into it and his knees buckle a bit, his grip on you tight to keep himself upright.

“this is what i wanted to talk about,” he breaths out when he pulls back for air, a string of saliva connecting you two. “your birthday gift.”

it’s true. san did have a gift for you, he’s been waiting all night for everyone to leave so he can give it to you. quite literally. but if this is what it took for you to forget about everyone else, forget about woo, and just give him all your attention then…

“i’m confused…” you slowly say, furrowing your brows and searching san’s face for some kind of answer. there was a lot of physical activity going on for him to be talking about a gift.

“can i show you it,” he leads you to the bed, and instructs you to get on it and you follow his instruction, curious. “i was going to wait until after the party, but i’m a bit impatient now…” he says, a whiny tone in his voice.

“san- what exactly is this ‘gift’?”

he once again ignores you, climbing on the bed and crawling towards you, hovering over you. it forces you to lean back, your head gently hitting the mattress as san looks down at you with his flushed face. his hand instantly roaming your body, up your thighs, to your waist, and under your shirt to cup a breast.

your eyes can’t help but to flutter at that, your breathing picking up slightly as you watch san’s movements. he moves in to kiss you, not holding back this time and shoves his tongue into your mouth. he whines as your tongues swirl together.

“san,” you whisper into his mouth. he pays you no mind, trying to get as much of you as he can, hoping to distract you enough. “sannie, as much as i’m enjoying this… there is a party going on downstairs and wooyoung-”

san grumbles at that, that name that you just can’t seem to stop saying. he sucks his teeth and leans back to sit up, a little too fast, his hands landing on your thighs as he wobbles.

“woo, woo, woo,” he mumbles, dropping his head down and shaking it from side to side. you rise up on your elbows to look at your boyfriend. “when are you going to pay attention to me, huh?”

“i’ve been wanting to talk to you all night. been waiting to have just a second with you. just a little conversation, a kiss, a hug, a smile, a laugh. anything, but you’ve been giving it all to everyone else. i want that too. i’m your boyfriend.” he rambles, shakily pointing a finger at himself.

you have to press a hand to your mouth to keep from laughing. he was just too cute, all pouty and angry, his cheeks dusted red. you’ve never seen this side of him before. sure, you’ve gotten drunk with him, he usually gets all quiet, often staying to himself. but this was different…

“then someone else comes in, woo, and you’re all over him. what about me? laugh with me, talk to me, let me cling to you like that, i can-” he continues and you shut him up before he can rant on for hours, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“sounds like your jealous,” you giggle as san lifts his head to look at you. his eyes flitter around your face, avoiding eye-contact with you, his face burning hotter.

“j-jealous, why would i be jealous?” he defensively says.

“you already answered your own question when you were rambling,” you whisper, wrapping a hand around his neck and fisting your hand into the hair on his nape, pulling him in for another kiss.

the make-out is all saliva and messy as san gasps, caught by surprise at the sudden attack on his lips. he lets you take the lead, losing himself in you. he wraps his arms around your waist from where he sat in your lap, drawing his body closer to yours.

his hips twitch against you when you bite his bottom lip, his hard cock dragging against your stomach and making san draw out a whimper.

“uhn,” he breathily moans when he grinds himself against you again. his head tilting back as he gets lost in the pleasure of the friction on his cock. you take advantage and leave little nibbles and pecks on his warm neck.

“can- can i still give you your gift, please?” he sighs, his hands skimming along your arms. the way he pleads, sends a trail of goosebumps along your skin where he touches.

you nod your head, your party forgotten about as the man in front of you starts to trail kisses down your body. he thumbs at your shirt, peeking at you, a silent ask. you take it upon yourself, stripping off your shirt.

san heavily breaths before leaning in and taking a tit into his mouth, whirling around his tongue on your nipple, making your back arch into him. he attends to both, switching between the two and leaving a few hickeys behind.

he moves down, kissing along your stomach and waist. he looks up at you when he makes it to the band of your skirt and with a playful smirk, dips his head under it and drags your underwear down your legs with his teeth.

he goes back down, burying his face into your cunt. it’s wet and messy and exactly what san wanted. he whimpers as he licks, lapping up at your juices, his nose pressing against your clit.

“sannie,” you breath, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at some of the strands, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

san’s hip twitch against the bed, grinding down against the sheets. just him being able to taste you, turns him on. being able to please you, make you feel good, better than anyone else.

“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded eyes, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel.

“so good, you’re doing so good,” you sigh, tossing your head back when san licks a strip from your entrance up to your clit.

he moans at your approval, his cock twitching where it was trapped between his pants and the bed, his body trembling as he gets close to cumming. he just wants to stay here, burying his tongue in you, he doesn’t care how messy it gets.

“fuck,” you gasp, grinding your hips against san’s face as you cum.

san whimpers, cumming untouched in his pants. he spills all over the bed, pushing his hips against the mattress as he licks up your mess, drinking you up like he did the alcohol.

once you come down, you let go of his hair and pull him up towards you. licking into his mouth to taste yourself on his tongue. you reach a hand down to his pants, hoping to return the favor and get met with a huge sticky spot there instead.

“did you…” you start, looking at san who had a sheepish look on his face. turning his to the side and clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“i-i can go again,” he whispers, removing his bottoms and stroking himself to hardness again. record speed. “i want to be inside you, please…”

he spreads your legs apart, placing himself there. he grabs onto your hips and slides his hot cock between your folds. he moans, his body shivering at the intense pleasure from just cumming.

“please, please let me put it in,” he pleads, stuttering out a moan when his tip catches on your entrance. he’s tempted to push in, but he won’t not until you say he can. “i’ll make you feel good, i- i promise.”

you don’t respond, wrapping your legs around him, you push him forward and into your wet heat.

“mm, fuck,” he loudly moans. it would’ve been too loud if not for the music blaring downstairs. even then, with how tipsy he was, he wouldn’t care if anyone heard.

he deeply rocks his hips into you, each thrust hitting just the right spot. punching short ‘ah’s’ from you.

“so good, only i can have this…” he babbles. his thrusts getting rougher, slamming his cock into you as he recalls the events from earlier.

“nobody else can see you like this, n-no one else can make you feel good…” he whines, his hold on your hips almost bruising as he pounds into you.

he feels drunk off of this. him feeling how you clench around him, how wet and warm it is. he needs more, he wants more, wants you to know that only he can do this to you.

“s-sannie,” you stutter as you can’t keep up with his pace. “s-slow down…” you moan, bringing your arms up to wrap around waist and bringing him closer to you.

of course he doesn’t slow down, it almost feels like he speeds up.

“so pretty, so tight…” he moans into your ear, his pace unrelenting as he fucks you. “wanna cum inside - i’ve been wanting it all night, i just - fuck. please let me.”

you pull him back to be face to face, his eyes closed and he doesn’t open them until you coo, “you want it that bad?”

he almost looks ravenous, his was so gone, drunk off you.

“yes, wanna cum inside,” he babbles, his voice raspy from all the moaning. “wanna fill you up, make you mine, please-“

“yeah?”

he nods his head wildly, “fuck yes, please~ i’ll be good, so good. i promise, if you just let me cum inside - let me own it.”

you lean in to whisper in his ear, “show me that you do,”

san’s breath hitches, a strangled moan stuck in his throat as his eyes roll back. one last thrust is all he had before he came deep inside.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” he whiningly chants, as he fills you with rope after rope of cum. his breath hot against your neck that he was buried in.

you caress his back with one hand and his sweat-soaked hair with the other as he rides out his orgasm. weakly thrusting into you until he can’t from the sensitivity.

he pulls out with a hiss, rolling onto his back, feeling a different kind of heat and tingle in his body, one not from the alcohol.

you roll over to rest on his chest, tracing circles along his stomach.

“that was quite the birthday gift,” you laugh, with an exaggerated sigh. “you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.”

“‘m not jea-“ he starts before getting interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door.

“hey um, i just wanted to say happy birthday again before heading out,” i voice shouts from the other side. “and it was nice to briefly meet you san, i hope we can talk more next time.” then there were footsteps.

san rolls his eyes after the second sentence, becoming aware of who was outside the door. his chest heaving and a tiny pout was on his lips.

you look at him with raised eyebrows and a knowing smile.

“i’m not jealous!” he shouts, a blush blooming on his face.

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[lucidwntrr]

i just found ur blog and ur deadass one of my fav writers rn

I LIVE FOR THE SUBBY MEN AGENDA OMFG

ohemgee, thank you so much !! it means a lot to me that you said that since i am always scared that my writings are bad & overthink every fic that i post (despite the notes). but i appreciate it sm, more than you know !!

i took a look at your blog and you have some fics that i am interested in, so i'll have to take a read at them ...

SUBBY MEN AGENDA IS MY LIFE !!

[lucidwntrr]

luna is seeing txt... !!

i bought my txt tickets yesterday and i am so excited !! being a debut MOA and finally getting to see my ult group in concert has me feeling the happiest i have been a while!!

anyone else seeing txt in concert (specifically in chicago) ? or any other location ? also if you are a moa/like txt, who is your bias?