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A Hard Day's Night | XH OT6 Reaction

OT6 | non idol!au (kinda? nothing is implied either way) WC: 3.5k (500-600 per member) Genre: FLUFF Summary: OT6 reactions to you coming home crying Warnings: none I think? light angst but nothing bad... lmk if I missed something! partially proofread! A/N: this made me so soft... wahh :<< thank u anonie for the req!

GUNIL

It had been a long day, to put it nicely. You had held it in as much as you could, with small sniffles occasionally leaving you on the drive home, which you could easily pass off as allergies. Still, as you pushed your keys into the knob, you felt your chest tighten with that all-too-familiar feeling. You cleared your throat, trying to push away the feeling, pushing the door open.

“I’m home…” You called out, your voice a bit hoarse and raw.

“Hey babe!” Gunil called back, his voice coming from the kitchen. You took a deep, shaky breath, shutting the door behind you, taking your shoes off, padding softly into the living room, sitting on the couch, and putting your head in your hands. You heard his footsteps get a bit closer, a small kiss being pressed on the top of your head as he made his way around to sit next to you.

“Woah, hey, you okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you, his hand finding its way to your knee. You nod your head, yes, but that doesn’t stop the tears from falling and the sniffles from leaving your nose.

“You don’t sound very okay... What’s going on?” He said, rubbing your knee softly.

"Nothing,” you said, trying to push it down, but he could see right through you.

“Hey, look at me.” He said, tenderly, letting you take your time lifting your head. His heart ached when he saw the tears running down your cheeks, and he reached out, cupping your face with his hands. “Hey, there you are. What’s going on, pretty baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away your tears. His voice was soft, warm, and quiet. You shook your head softly, with more tears falling down your cheeks.

“Long day?” He asked, letting you go through the motions while still trying to assess the situation. You nodded as he wiped a few more tears from your cheek. “Oh, my poor baby. Come here.” He said, pulling you into his chest, leaning back on the couch, shifting so you were lying between his legs. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and his found their way around your shoulders, letting you get it out, his hands occasionally rubbing your back or toying with your hair. After a while, when your soft sobs subsided and you were left with shaky but steady breaths, he patted your back softly.

“Better?” His voice was still warm and soft, soothing your internal turmoil. You nodded, meaning it a little more than the first time he asked. He smiled softly, coaxing you to look up at him by putting his fingers under your chin. “How are you still so beautiful?” he asked, a small chuckle filling the otherwise silent room. You rolled your eyes playfully, adjusting your body so you could look at him properly.

“You’re the beautiful one, you know. Taking care of me like this...” You said, your eyes meeting his with nothing but love and admiration for him.

“Loving you is easier than breathing, sunshine. We can both be beautiful.” He said, his hand petting your hair softly. You smiled at the contact and his words, too exhausted from the day to fight back in your usual playful manner.

“Come on, let’s go be beautiful together and get you something to eat and get you some water.” He said, before pulling you into a small, tender kiss.

JUNGSU

You didn’t mean to slam the door when you got home, honestly. Jungsu was in your shared bedroom, working on something on the computer, and if it hadn’t been for the reverb of the slam against the wall, he wouldn’t have even noticed you were home. Curiously, he took his headphones off and walked out to the living room, where frustrated tears streamed down your cheeks. The last thing you needed after today was the laces of your shoes to be knotted, yet here you were, trying to force them apart.

Without saying anything, he approached you softly, letting you know of his presence with a bit more weight, not wanting to scare you or make anything worse.

“Do you need help?” He asked softly, squatting next to you, noticing the hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Everything in you wanted to say no; you wanted to be independent and have control of the situation. But even you knew when to give up. And so you nodded softly, letting yourself softly fall onto your butt onto the floor. He followed suit, sitting next to you.

“Can I?” He asked, not wanting to overstep. You nodded with a heavy sigh. He nodded back in acknowledgment, his fingers slowly and easily undoing the knot in your shoelaces, pulling your shoes off and putting them by the door next to his. You let out a small scoff, frustrated that you had let yourself get to this point.

“Hey, no, none of that.” He said, hearing your scoff, as he helped you up to your feet. “Bad day, huh?” He asked, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have no idea.” You said into his chest. His lips found their way to your forehead, leaving a small, loving, lingering kiss.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, not pushing either way.

“No, not right now.” You admitted, your arms finally wrapping around him.

“That’s okay. What can I do for you, then, baby? Name it, and I’ll do it.” He said, his voice sincere and full of love. He always offered to do ‘anything’ but he always meant it, good days or bad. You hummed, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt.

“Can we watch that movie I’ve been wanting to see? I saw that they put it on Netflix the other day.” You asked softly.

“Of course we can. Come on.” He said, without hesitating. He interlaced your fingers, dragging you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Get comfy; I’ll be back soon.” He said. Sure enough, no more than 20 minutes later, he came back with his arms full of sweets, popcorn he had popped in the microwave, water, and your favorite drink, just as a little extra treat. He settled in next to you, arranging the snacks in front of you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, and pulling you close to him. “I love you; you know that, right?” He asked, planting a small kiss on your temple.

“I do. I love you too; you know that, right?” You asked, mirroring his words. He laughed softly, kissing your temple again. He did know that, and even on your bad days, he felt it more than anything.

GAON

Gaon, ever the energetic one, never passed up an opportunity to greet you at the door whenever you came home; it didn’t matter where you came from. Be it work, out with friends, or just some time alone, he was always there waiting for you, ready to shower you in love and ask about how it went. So when you came home in tears, shoving past him wordlessly, he knew something was wrong—seriously wrong.

“Wh- hello??” He said, watching you shove past him and walk directly into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. He stood there, bewildered for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. After a moment, he turned on his heels, following in your tracks and knocking on the door. “Babe?” He called through the door, his heart aching as he heard sobs wrack your body.

“Baby? Can I come in?” He asked again after a moment, listening intently.

“It’s open.” You mumbled flatly into the pillow. He pushed the door open slowly, taking in the scene in front of him. God, did it hurt his heart to see you like this. It was a rare sight. His lips curled into a small frown, and he stepped into the room, slowly walking over to you.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his tone more worried than accusatory. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, or rather, not really being able to. Whenever you opened your mouth, another sob fell from your lips into the pillow, which only tugged at his heart strings. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, not wanting to overwhelm you but still wanting to be near you as much as possible. “Shh, it’s okay; take your time.” He said, his hand slowly coming down to rub your back, his thumb occasionally rubbing smaller circles in its trail.

“I’m just so tired.” You managed as your breath steadied, tears still falling from your eyes.

“Emotionally or physically?” He asked while nodding his head in acknowledgment. You hadn’t been sleeping well the last few days, and while he took notice, he didn’t want to make you feel like he was controlling you by telling you to go to sleep at a certain time, the same way he didn’t want you doing the same to him.

“Both, I guess.” You mumbled. He nodded again, his hand rubbing up and down your back with a bit more pressure.

“I get that. Do you wanna talk about it? Or just take a nap, and then we’ll talk about it later?” He offered, giving you the majority of the control in this situation. You didn’t have to answer verbally; your tugs on his arm were more than enough. He chuckled softly, lying next to you, pulling you flush against his body and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. One hand continued to rub up and down your back at a slow pace, the other slowly raking through your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispered as your breathing steadied, his whispers of love and safety lulling you into a much-needed nap.

ODE

If there was one person in the world who made you feel the safest, it was Seungmin. You had texted him before you headed home that today was just the worst; your lack of emojis really punctuated the severity. The drive home was silent save for your occasional sniffles and labored breathing, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the steering wheel. You just wanted to get home.

And home was waiting for you. The second you pushed the door open, there stood Seungmin, arms open, waiting for you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, finally releasing all of the pent-up emotion from the day, clinging to him so hard that you were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. His chin rested on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back and the other carefully nestled in the nape of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He said, walking the two of you over to the couch, taking small steps so you didn’t trip. He laid down carefully, making sure you were comfortable the entire time, his arms cradling you. You were his baby in every sense. He let you go through the motions yourself, laying beneath you as your rock, wiping your tears and whatever snot had come from your nose, his eyes never faltering in their pure adoration of you.

When you had calmed down enough to talk without hyperventilating, he sat up, sitting you up with him, pulling you into his lap, pressing his chest against your back, and resting his head on your shoulder. “There’s my baby. I’m proud of you.”

“For crying?” You asked, scoffing just a touch.

“For letting me take care of you.” He said, his tone stern but loving. It’s not that you didn’t let him take care of you often—quite the opposite, actually. He was always doting on you, pampering and spoiling you. Still, he loved to remind you that he was thankful for the opportunity, grateful and appreciative that you let him in and let him help you as opposed to shutting him out, which would be much easier to do.

You nodded at his words, acknowledging them. “Of course, I love you.” You said, your fingers tracing small shapes on his arms that had wrapped themselves around your waist.

“I love you too. So much.” He said into your shoulder, inhaling the lingering smell of your shampoo and conditioner on the ends of your hair. “You smell good.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a touch. You chuckled softly, much to his relief.

“Thanks,” you said, leaning onto him again and letting out a long, shaky sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, knowing that there were times you did and times you didn’t. He never pushed when you didn’t, but he would always sit attentively when you did.

You nodded. “I think so.” You said, getting comfortable in his lap. He hummed in response, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, parting it, and then mixing it over and over. He knew you liked it but were too shy to ask for it, but the way you relaxed in his touch made him continue, occasionally pulling your hair into a braid or a ponytail before letting it fall again, all the while listening to you talk about what was bothering you and responding when he felt the need to. And so, the night went on like this until the both of you were too sleepy to keep talking but content enough to know that things were going to be okay as long as you had each other.

JUNHAN

Junhan was never one to pry, always giving you space when you came home from wherever you were, knowing you needed time to unwind from the world in a quiet place before you were ready to be loved on. But when you came home in near hysterics, he knew that he couldn’t sit there and watch. Still, he didn’t push. He watched carefully, assessing the situation and determining the right time to step in.

That came when you dropped to your knees by the door a few moments later. He walked over to you quick enough to get to you but not fast enough to overwhelm you, kneeling by your side.

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Can you do that?” He asked, his voice soft and smooth. Despite your hysterics, you nodded, finding some clarity and light in his presence. “Good, that’s my good baby. I’m here. Just listen. I’m gonna help you stand up, and then we can either sit on the couch, we can go lay down in bed, or we can do whatever works best for you. I’ve got you.” He spoke, his voice still calm and guiding. You nodded, gesturing your head to the couch as best you could. That’s all he needed.

He stood first, offering both his hands to you and helping you stand up. His thumbs traced over your knuckles gingerly, his lips pressing into your forehead softly. “There you go; you’re doing so well. So so good.” He spoke, his voice quiet but firm. He led you to the couch, his hands never leaving yours. Once you were both sitting comfortably, he placed one hand on your back and one on your chest softly.

“Breathe with me.” He said, his words coming out as more of a gentle command than a question. He exaggerated his own breaths, taking large breaths in through his nose and exhaling them out of his mouth, guiding you to do the same. Once you got a steady rhythm, his breathing returned to normal, but he was still keeping a pace for you to follow if you felt yourself getting lost again. While you breathed, working through sobs and whines, his voice never faltered, the room filling with loving, grounding words.

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you. In and out, there you go. So so good.”

His hands both rubbed in small circular motions, the one on your back going in one direction and the one on your chest going in the other direction, a small way for him to bring you back to the present, grounding you and reminding you that whatever had been bothering you was gone now; all that was left was you and him, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Once your breathing had returned to a normal, albeit shaky, state, he let his hand fall into your lap, grabbing your hand.

“Is it a 'talk about it' problem or just a shit day?” He asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Shit day.” You replied, your voice hushed, resigned. He hummed in response, his hand moving up to the back of your neck, applying some soft pressure.

“Do you wanna go to bed and forget about it?” He offered, genuinely. As much as he would love to know what’s going on, knowing wouldn’t make it go away or not happen, and really, all he wanted was to be there for you. You nodded at his question, leaning over and leaving a small kiss on his cheek; it was your wordless way of saying, “I love you.”.

He helped you to the bedroom, taking special care to help you undress and get into your pajamas, his fingers occasionally rubbing out tense spots on your body in passing. He let you sit on the bed, brushing your hair for you and bringing you whatever you needed from anywhere in the house. His whispers were never silencing, full of praise and love.

JOOYEON

It was no secret that Jooyeon was incredibly protective of you. So when you came home with tear stains on your cheeks and fresh tears daring to spill over, his protective side took over immediately.

When you pushed the door open with a heavy sigh, he immediately hopped up from the couch where he had been relaxing, waiting for you. Without a second thought, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms squeezing your shoulders—admittedly a bit too much, but you didn’t care.

“What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to do something? Talk to someone?” He said, his voice full of worry and a bit of anger. Not at you, of course; never at you. Still, the fact that someone or something in the world was out there hurting the love of his life was enough for him to be angry. His actions made you chuckle softly—a welcome new feeling from those that had plagued you throughout the day.

“I’m fine… It’s just been kind of a bad day.” You said, downplaying the situation. Frankly, it was a classic case of Murphy’s Law—everything that could possibly go wrong today did, and then some.

“You don’t sound fine.” He said, sternly, pressing his chin to the top of your head, trying his best to protect you from everything in the world outside of his embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, and you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear was a sweet soundtrack of purpose and love.

“I… I’m not. I will be.” You reassured him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to be taken care of, but you didn’t like worrying him, and you especially hated feeling pitied by him, despite the fact that he has never done that. He was your person, and you didn’t want to lose that. You wouldn’t, obviously, but the way the day had gone, you were preparing for it. “Just... please don’t leave.” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled you away softly, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Why would I ever do that?” He asked, his voice now quiet as well, but serious. There were hints of hurt in his words, but there was a bigger part of him that knew this was just the bad day and anxiety talking, and not that you meant it.

You shook your head softly. “I dunno. I just... everything has gone wrong. It feels like one wrong move, and you’re gone too.” You admitted. His heart ached, and he pulled you into another bone-crushing hug.

“Oh, my silly baby. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. I’m here; I’ve got you; I’m not going anywhere.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head, pushing you into him, trapping you in his warmth and safety.

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small.

“I promise, with everything in me. The only place I’ll ever go without you is the bathroom.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, despite how stupid it was, because you let out a genuine laugh—so much so that you couldn’t even fake a pout about it.

“I guess I can live with that... Thank you for being here.” You said, your tone turning serious toward the end.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Come on, wanna go lay down and blame all the bad things that happened today on things that have nothing to do with them?” He asked, tilting his head toward the bedroom. You nodded. It was hard to resist his playful way of cheering you up, especially when you knew it was genuine love.

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odetosumi · 4 months ago

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something something mutual masturbation over facetime something something mocking you for being too dumb to make yourself feel as good he does WHAAAAT WHO SAID THAT that’s crazy

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odetosumi · 6 months ago

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dom taeyoung who purposefully acts up in front of you in the gym, showing off his body and strength fully knowing that your strength and size kink gets to the best of you. he exaggerates his groans every time he lifts weights and lifts his tank top to wipe his sweat off, showing his near-perfect body. you take revenge on him, arching your back even more than usual, pushing your ass and chest out. the sexual tension in the gym gets suffocatingly intense, both of you not making a move till the other person breaks first. of course its taeyoung who makes the first move despite being extremely competitive (yes he doesn't like to lose even in situations like this) he drags you to the shower room, rough kisses and loud pants filling the room. before you know it, the both of you are completely stripped off of any clothing and desperately touching each other. taeyoung manhandles you into the position he likes - his chest to your back - perfectly towering over you and giving him ample space to pinch your nipples and rub your clit just how you like it. you muffle your noises into your hands, unsure whether there are other people in the shower room or not, and he grunts in disapproval. grabbing your wrists, he holds them tight over your head with one of his hands while he starts to prep you for his cock. taeyoung's long, slender fingers hit so deep inside of you, squeals and moans escaping from your mouth uncontrollably. once he deems you ready for his cock, taeyoung lines himself up against your pussy, teasing you with his tip with an annoying smirk on his face. he bottoms out, his cock reaching so deep inside of you, groaning into your ear about how warm and tight you feel around him. he fucks you deep and slow, relishing the way you arch your back and tremble in his arms whenever he hits your g spot. the pleasure and sexual tension gets to the both of you, orgasming quicker than usual but just as intense.

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odetosumi · 7 months ago

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goddd he’s so cutie :(

solace (m.jh) ˚ · .

myung jaehyun x fem!reader, smut (mdni!!!), very soft, did i mention this is soft, slight angst, jaehyun is exhausted :(, (emotional) hurt/comfort (?)

warnings: sub!jaehyun, softdom!reader, slight dumbification, "puppy", handjobs, nipple play, drool, finger sucking (?)

wc: 2.6k+

a/n: i wrote this on autopilot... i love u puppy jaehyun <3 (i tried to edit it but im sleepy so i may have missed some things ^___^)

he doesn’t usually come to you like this. you knew something was wrong from the moment he asked if he could stay at your place after his schedules instead of coming over in the morning like you had discussed. and when he climbs into your bed that night, he doesn’t say a word; instead, he simply cuddles up to your side and rests his forehead on your shoulder with a sigh so heavy, his entire body melts into the sheets afterwards.

you know jaehyun’s been tired lately. you notice everything. his smile seems weaker, his eyelids are drooped, and he spends most of his time spacing out with his gaze focused on nothing and everything all at once.

you notice it all, except, you aren’t sure what you can do for him. when he got home early tonight, he barely looked you in the eyes before falling into your arms with tears brimming at his waterline, his hands shaky as he gripped the back of your sweater; as if you would crumble away and disappear if he ever let go.

“‘m so tired,” he whispered into your ear before he buried his face in your neck, his tears leaving a damp trail against your skin. you held him back even tighter, pressing a soft kiss to his own neck in return. you knew that he didn’t want you to respond. not yet, at least, so you gently shushed him instead, swaying your bodies back and forth in an effort to soothe him.

you had persuaded him to take a shower while you made him something to eat, his face pale from the lack of meals he’s been having recently. and when he emerged from the condensated bathroom, his eyes were dull and empty, any trace of their usual flicker gone. you asked him about his day and he gave you a limp smile and airy puff of laughter, shrugging as he pushed the food around on his plate.

“it was okay. i got a lot done today.” his eyes flickered up to yours, unreadable and cloudy, and you gave him a gentle smile of your own, placing your hand on top of his.

“i’m proud of you. you always work so hard. you’re amazing.” the words tumbled out of your mouth and you hoped they would stick. lately, you feel as if the praise goes straight through him, swallowed up by the abyss of his own thoughts.

you want to pick at his brain and see what he’s thinking—what you can do to make it better—but he always brushes it off with a little “i’ll be fine. i just need to rest, that’s all.”

but when he presses his body further against yours under the sheets, his hand trailing to grasp the end of your shirt in his fist, you know it’s more than that. it's been more than that for a while.

“jaehyun,” you whisper into the dim room, only illuminated by the glow of the moon and your tiny nightlight plugged in on the opposite wall.

he hums in response, his head tilting slightly to gaze at the side of your face. you turn your own head to face him, reaching up to brush the strands of hair out of his vision. in the dim light, he looks even more tired; and now that it’s just the two of you alone, he doesn't hide anything. his eyes are glossy, his bottom lip trembles, and the heights of his cheeks are flushed red. you want nothing more than to take all of his pain away.

“how can i help you, baby?” you ask quietly, your hand moving down to rest on his warm cheek. his eyes flutter shut at your touch, his fingers gripping tighter at the fabric of your shirt. “what can i do to make it better?”

jaehyun is quiet for a while, but you know he isn’t asleep. his breathing is too heavy and his body is too tense, so at his silence, you trail your fingers up into his hair to massage his scalp, subtly tipping his head back a bit. he lets you maneuver, his body sinking into your touch.

“i… i don’t know,” he mumbles before his eyes open again, meeting yours in the limited light. they’re pleading, shiny, desperate. your stomach churns. “i’m so tired, but i can’t stop thinking. i don’t want to think anymore.”

you hum in acknowledgment, moving closer until your mouth is right above his. he watches your every move with a bated breath, his adams apple bobbing when you move your hand to his chin, your thumb brushing across his lower lip slowly.

“then let me do the thinking for you. would you like that?”

jaehyun makes a small sound at your words, something quiet and airy, his lips parting as your thumb continues to trail across his lips. he doesn’t respond other than his tongue peaking out to invite your finger inside, his eyes slipping shut again as his lips close around your finger. his mouth is warm and wet, the sight of his glossy lips around your digit making your skin heat up.

he’s so pretty like this, docile and receiving, his tongue swirling around your thumb as you delicately push it further into his mouth. his hand shakes from where it’s holding onto your shirt, his grip loosening to sneak his fingers under the fabric instead. they splay out against the skin of your hip, grounding and present.

when you pull your finger out of his mouth, he whines softly, his eyes opening ever so slightly to watch what you’re doing. you give him a small smile before pushing at chest so he can roll onto his back. his shirt rides up a little at the motion, exposing his soft belly and faint happy trail, yet his eyes remain completely fixated on you.

“i asked you a question, puppy…” you start slowly as you straddle his waist. “do you need me to think for you? is puppy done using his brain?”

something warm fills your chest when jaehyun’s hips involuntarily jolt at your words, bouncing you a little in his lap. he looks completely ruined already and you haven’t even touched him yet. his chest rises and falls quickly, his bottom lip coated in a layer of drool. he looks so enticing, you can’t resist the urge to lean down and capture his lips in a kiss before he can even speak.

he moans into your mouth when your tongue swipes across his and his hands shoot up to grip at your thighs that cage him against the bed. it’s pathetic, the way he pants as you drag your teeth across his lip, your hands resting over his chest to steady yourself. and when you break away, he chases after you like he’s been deprived of your taste for centuries.

“answer me,” you mumble, and that’s when jaehyun finally nods through his foggy mind, his hair bouncing with the movement.

“yeah. yes, please, don’t wanna think, please,” he whimpers, his nails digging into your skin. he's incredibly hard beneath you, twitching through his thin pants. with mercy, you place one final kiss to his lips before sitting back up.

your fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt, slowly dragging it up until his hard nipples are exposed to the cold bedroom air. you bring a hand down to circle one with your pointer finger and jaehyun’s entire body twitches at the stimulation, his cock fighting against the restraint of his underwear in interest. that’s when you press down even harder before flicking the bud, watching the way blood rushes to his chest the more you play with him.

you do the same to his other nipple simultaneously and it doesn’t take long for jaehyun to be reduced to a squirming, whining mess, his head tipped back against the pillows. you lean down to lick at one of his nipples before blowing cold air on it, a soft ‘ah’ escaping his lips at the action.

he’s trembling already, your fingernails lightly dragging down the expanse of his abdomen until you reach the waistband of his pants. he’s watching you again, his eyelids hooded and heavy, his lips parted as he breathes heavily, bombarded with anticipation. a piece of art.

you pull his waistband and underwear down in one swift move, his leaking cock slapping against his skin with the motion. he’s so wet and so thick, his tip leaving a dripping trail of precum against his lower stomach, shiny and throbbing. it's cute how his cock squirms as soon as it touches air, his flushed tip spurting weak droplets when you gently trail your finger down the vein on the underside of his dick.

“oh baby, your cock is so big. sucks that you don’t know how to use it, hm?” you speak sweetly, picking up his cock with your thumb and pointer finger before letting it drop back down. jaehyun’s hips buck at the impact, whining quietly as he grips your thighs even harder.

“dunno how…” he mumbles, tears brimming his glossy eyes. he tries to buck his hips up again, but you seat yourself further on him, holding him down. you glide your fingers through his precum before spreading it over his head curiously. his breath hitches at the feeling, his cock jumping ever so slightly, but it’s too heavy to off of his stomach all the way, twitching pathetically.

“that’s okay. i’ll help you cum, okay?” your voice is soft as you lean in to his ear, kissing right below it before trailing your lips to his cheek, placing a tiny kiss there too. “doing so well for me, puppy. you’re always so good for me, aren’t you?”

“good… ‘m good…” he repeats mindlessly, his voice sounding far off and light. you smile a little, tapping his cheek right over the kiss you just left against his skin.

“open up.”

he parts his lips automatically and you bring two of your wet fingers up to his mouth so he can taste himself. his eyes slip shut when you press down on his tongue, his moans quiet and muffled. one of his hands leaves your thigh to grab onto your wrist, his tongue desperately swirling around your fingers, trying to push them further into his mouth. drool escapes the corners of his mouth when he closes his lips round your digits, his cock twitching in between your bodies.

“you like your mouth being stuffed, hm?” you mutter as you slip another finger into his mouth, slightly in awe as he meets your eyes with a small nod, practically gagging around your fingers. you're sure you’ve soaked through your panties by now, the sight in front of you gathering butterflies in your stomach.

you finally bring your other hand down to his neglected cock, wrapping your fingers around the base. they can barely circle all the way around; he’s hot and heavy in your palm, his pre dripping onto your fingers like a faucet.

he’s already a moaning mess when you squeeze his dick as you stroke him slowly, the vibrations of the sound shooting up your arm. his hair falls into his eyes, but he never breaks eye contact, his gaze spacey and yet full of so much devotion, it goes straight to your core. his chest is red, the flush shooting up his neck and face, the tip of his nose blushed and his eyelashes clumped together with tears.

you keep your fingers in his mouth as you pump his cock, running your knuckles over his head slowly. he tries to fuck himself up into your fist, but eventually gives up, succumbing to whatever you decide to give him. he’s completely at your mercy, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the inside of your wrist as he continues to hold onto your arm, his other hand leaving fingernail indents on the soft skin of your thigh.

you can tell he’ll cum fast; he’s usually sensitive on nights like these, pent up from all the stress he accumulates during the day. you can’t help but to coo at the sight of his eyes squeezing shut, trying his best to hold out for you. but tonight is about him. it’s all for him.

“want you to cum for me, puppy. can you do that? can you make a mess for me?”

jaehyun moans loudly at that, his back slightly arching off of the bed when you speed up the pace, wet sounds echoing off the walls, his dick slippery and bright red at the tip. you take your fingers out of his mouth to cup the side of his face, gazing down at him with so much adoration, you think you could burst from it all. he’s gorgeous, taking it all as his body writhes against the sheets, his cock begging for a release.

“close…,” he gasps, placing his hand on top of yours before burying his face in your palm, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. “can i cum? please, please, i’ll make a mess for you… puppy will…”

you smile down at him, circling your palm against the tip of his cock in a way that makes him literally sob, tears rolling his cheeks at the action. his body racks with shivers as his hips messily thrust up into your hand. you mentally savor the image before giving him mercy, brushing your thumb over his cheek soothingly.

“you can cum, puppy.”

as soon as you utter those words, jaehyun breaks, his entire body tensing up as he reaches his high. he’s mumbling all kinds of words, whining and whimpering as streams of cum paint his stomach and chest, thick and white as it rolls down his body.

“love you, love you, love you so much,” he rambles, trembling as his cock continues to spurt tiny bits of cum until it goes limp, twitching against his stomach, worn and wrung out.

when you pull your hand away from his cock, he’s still crying into your palm, gasping and clutching onto your wrist tightly. you gently shush him as you lean in to kiss the tears away from his cheeks. you don’t even care that your clothes and sheets are now covered in cum. he’s completely worked up, his eyes squeezed shut as he quietly sobs.

“oh, jaehyunnie,” you coo, trying your best to brush his tears away. “i’m right here, baby. it's okay. let it all out.”

you lean down to hug him, wrapping your arms around him, chest to chest. you feel his rapid heartbeat through your shirt, his body still slightly shaking and twitching with aftershocks of his orgasm.

“i love you. i love you,” he hiccups through his tears, burying his face in your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. you smile, squeezing him even tighter.

“i love you. i’m so proud of you,” you say, reaching up to pet his hair.

you hold him until his tears finally simmer down into sniffles, pulling back to cup his face. his eyes are red and watery, his cheeks stained with salty tears, but to you, he's the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“i love you,” you repeat—just to make sure it really sticks this time—before pressing a long kiss to his lips. he melts into you at that, a lopsided smile on his face when you break apart.

“thank you. for everything,” he whispers. you shake your head with a smile of your own, kissing the tip of his nose.

“thank you for coming to me. i’m always here. i’ll always be here.”

you both bask in silence for a bit, taking in the quiet stillness. and then, after a while, jaehyun taps the small of your back, searching for your eyes in the limited lighting of the room.

“can i eat you out now…? please?”

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BABY BLUE — PARK SUNGHO

WC: 7.7k(woah?)

PAIRING: Sungho x fem!reader

WARNINGS: bestfriend!virgin!sub!sungho. Hint at dom!Sungho at the end. POCKET PUSSY (^-^). Unprotected sex. Guided masturbation(You help him/kinda take over?helped masturbation?). Watched masturbation(?). Oral(F receiving). CREAMPIE(^-^). Virginity loss(M). Cum eating(M). Never proofread/edited(who’s surprised). nicknames(Yeppi, Sung, Sungie), F2L type beat towards the end.

A/N: think of that ^ Sungho when you read this🙂‍↕️. Y’all already know idk what half the shit I write about is ACTUALLY called you guys get the gist tho… need him so bad…WE NEED MORE SUNGHO SMUT

You groaned for what felt like the millionth time, shutting your laptop closed, leaning back, and letting your head plop on the pillow behind you. Sungho lets out an annoyed scoff, nudging your knee once again to pay attention.

“Seriously Sungho,” You whine out, kicking his knee with your foot. “Can’t we just take a break? My brain is fried. I can't even comprehend what you’re saying!”

“We’ve only been studying for thirty minutes.” Sungho deadpans, pulling you up by your arm. “How to do expect

To pass Bio if you can’t even look at the book for ten minutes and your computer for twenty.”

You look at him with a blank expression, his eyes quivering behind his round frames at the stare.

He finally lets out a laugh and softly shoves your shoulder, “If this is your way of distracting me it’s not working.”

You let out a loud groan, slightly pouting as you open back up your computer pressing on the space bar to wake it up. You wait a couple of seconds, tapping against it when it doesn’t. Then you press the power button, holding it for a few seconds before letting it go. You grow frustrated with the blank screen, your face turning into a scowl as you tap on the bar multiple times. The noise annoys Sungho, rolling his eyes and glancing over to see your face upset and your fingers tapping.

“Are you serious right now?”

“W-What?” You sputter out, in disbelief that he’s blaming this on you. “How is it my fault it won’t turn on?”

“Maybe if you charged it last night like I reminded you? Over text. The text you saw!” He scolds tapping his pencil on his book impatiently.

“Whatever,” You mumble, looking around the room for your bag only to see it near his door, across the room. “Do you have a charger? My bag’s too far.”

He scoffs loudly, now it’s his turn to look at you in disbelief, “You have to be joking… it’s in the last drawer.” He motions to the small bedside drawer he has.

You lean over his bed, peeking over the edge and pulling the drawer open slightly, shoving your hand in to feel for a cord. You grumble to yourself at the large amount of cords you feel, opting to pull it open all the way to pull out the one you need.

What you expected to see was a pile of cords, yes. What you didn’t expect to see was a pocket pussy hidden in the back.

“Damn Sungho!” You look back at him with a large smile, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly. “Didn’t know you were a freak!”

He looks up at you confused, finger coming up to push the frames that were threatening to fall off of his nose. You turn back to the item, grabbing it from the base and taking it out to show you.

“Pocket pussy huh?” You tease sitting back up with it still in your hand, you look at the opening seeing specks of dried cum still on it.

His eyes widen and his face turns red, he frantically shakes his head ‘no’, before he lunges over to snatch it out of your hand while you’re looking at it. He shoves in under the blue knitted sweater he had on, his face redder than before spreading the pink color to his neck and under the sweater.

“It’s not what it looks like!” He says quickly watching as you lean back on your elbows. “I swear it’s not what it looks like!”

“What? Used?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. “Looks pretty busted to me! Must be an avid user huh?”

He trips over his words, speaking so quickly that you can’t even understand what he’s saying while you watch as his eyes water slightly. Though you’re not sure if he does either.

You let out a loud laugh, sitting up again and smacking his knee, “Sungho I’m joking! I don’t care what you do with your fake pussy.”

He goes quiet as you laugh, eyes still watering and threatening to spill tears as he looks at you with a pout, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping a finger on your chin as you lean closer to him. You cause panic in him with the way you’re taking too long to agree. “I won’t!”

He sighs in relief, closing his eyes, “Thank you so much ohmygod thank y-“

“IF!” You interrupt, forcing his eyes to widen again and snapping his head towards you. “If we take a break.”

“We can take as many breaks as you want just please don’t-“

“And show me how you use it.”

His mouth falls open, a confused sound falling out as he watches you shut the books and laptops before gathering them, and placing them on the bedside drawers out of the way.

“Oh come on, Yeppi!” You take his hand in yours, pulling him towards his pillow. He feels tingles running down his spine at the nickname you called him, a nickname that became commonly used in your friend group because of Jaehyun. “We have a deal, right? I won’t tell anyone and you show me? You won’t even notice I’m there!”

You snapped him out of his thoughts when you lay on your side, one arm resting on your hip while your other props your head up. His eyes rake over your body, as much as he doesn’t want to admit, you were so damn attractive in his eyes. A girl he’d always thought of at night was suddenly asking him to show her how he uses a sex toy.

God he could already feel his blood rushing south.

“Promise?” He whispers, sticking out his pinky towards you.

You wrap your pinky around his tightly, eyes lightening up before saying, “I swear on everything, my Yeppi.”

It’s silent between you two as he gulps, letting out a sigh before crawling over to where you were. The toy was still under his shirt as he allowed his back to plop against the mattress, head hitting the pillow before gulping again.

He can feel your eager eyes on him as you wait for him to make a move, not wanting to pressure him. He glances towards your direction making eye contact with you as you let out a giggle.

“You won’t judge right?” He asks softly, tilting his head to the side with a pout.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, unable to handle how cute he looks despite the situation you put him in. Not realizing your mouth blurted out all of those words until now. His head was turning to the side to look directly at you, his soft pink bottom lip jutting out, and his eyes glossy and sparkling. His hair messily sprawled out around his head, yet he looked so perfect. The soft blue sweater against his pale skin made him look heavenly with everything else. The round frames are still resting on his nose but going slightly crooked from the pressure on one side.

“Y/n?” You're pulled out of your admiration for him with his whisper.

You nod, “I won’t judge you Sungie.”

He smiles softly before giving you a soft nod, a small gasp falling from his lips as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. It’s a normal occurrence that happens between you and everyone in the friend group, all feeling comfortable enough to give hugs and kisses on the cheeks or foreheads. But yet he still felt sparks of electricity running through him, it should've been expected, but it still made his body jolt.

He nods again, turning his head away to look down at his pants, seeing an obvious tent that you don’t dare to comment on but he knows you saw with the small laugh you let out.

His shaky hands pull the toy out from underneath his knitted sweater and place it next to him. Pulling up the sweater softly to expose just his stomach before they go down to undo the button on his jeans. He unzips his pants, pushing them down all the way and kicking them off to the side of the bed. Sungho lets out a small sigh at the relief of some pressure. He takes note of how his hard-on is even more obvious but doesn’t want to acknowledge how he’s harder than usual, veins pulsing with want.

His eyes flutter shut when he wraps his hand around himself over his briefs, hand softly squeezing himself as he gives himself a few pumps before digging his palm against his tip.

A small whine comes out from him but he quickly shuts up and mutters, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, make all the noises you want Sungie, be as loud as you want.”

He nods his head, “U-usually I’m still getting myself hard b-but you know…” He clears his throat. “After this I u-uh, take it out.”

He glances over at you in time to see you biting your lip, eager to see him bare. He closes his eyes as he pushes them down, dragging his dick along with them and hissing at the material rubbing against his leaking tip. His eyes are still closed as his cock springs up and lets out a lewd noise when it slaps against his stomach, but despite that, he doesn’t miss the gasp that comes out of you. Sungho pushes them down all the way, muttering something about how he doesn’t like having clothes on when he does it.

Pretty was the one word you could use to describe his dick, long with the perfect amount of girth, a vein running up from the base and ending under his mushroom tip. His shaft is a couple of tones darker than his skin. His tip is a pretty shade of pink, matching his lips while it dribbles precum onto his pale stomach.

His hands go to take off the sweater that’s now sticking to his skin, his eyes flinching open when he feels your hand hold onto his.

“Can I-“ you pause to swallow your spit that’s threatening to drool out. “Can I help you take it off?”

He looks at you in shock. He doesn’t realize how long he is staring until you slowly retract your hand, a soft blush creeping onto your face thinking you went too far.

“No! Please!” He quickly says holding onto your hand, startling you with his sudden outburst. He clears his throat softly, “I-I meant, uh… please. Help me.”

You give him a small smile as you sit up, your hands going to his sides, your hand sneaking under the sweater while the fabric stays put between your thumbs and index fingers. You feel his body shiver, goosebumps leaving behind a trail as you slowly glide your hands up his body and push the fabric along with them. He looks at you with round eyes, staring into your eyes as you slowly run your hands up his body only looking away to help you take it completely off of him.

“You look really good in baby blue.” You whisper tossing the sweater where the rest of his clothes are.

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly before you lay back down on your side.

He looks back down and sees a puddle of precum pooling on his stomach. A blush creeps up his face, embarrassed at the large amount. He’s thankful you don’t comment on it as he brings his hand down, scooping some up and using it as lube. His hand wraps around his length, pumping himself slowly and letting out soft moans. He’s not usually this…wet… he doesn’t know why squelching noises are coming from his hand this early. He doesn’t know why there’s an actual puddle on his stomach. He doesn’t know why his cock is aching so badly to get inside the fake pussy he has, or why the veins on his dick are bulging out and pulsing with need. Usually, he’s not this eager, and you’re the one to blame. The sudden urge to prove he’s good at it takes over his body, to prove he can make a fucking toy feel good and it’s all your fault.

“So pretty,” he hears you whisper, and he can’t help the loud whiny moan he lets out, instantly biting the back of his other hand to shut himself up.

You push his hand away, “Let me hear you.”

Sungho nods softly, obeying instantly and letting his jaw drop as he continues to pump himself. He’s not usually noisy, he can’t help but let out soft moans and whines with you around. His hand speeds up in pace, his breathing gets heavier and his noises get louder. The vein in his hand becomes more prominent as he strokes his dick. His hips lift off of the bed, slightly thrusting up into his hand before they fall back down. He can feel his stomach tighten, getting so close to the edge already with your eyes on him. You can tell he’s close too; his hand getting sloppier with its pumps, his stomach caving in, and his hips stuttering up.

Then suddenly he stops. Sungho’s eyes open, looking at the ceiling with hooded lids as his hand squeezes the base of his member to stop himself from cumming. You can see his eyes water from refusing to give himself a release. You can see the blush rising back to his cheeks, his eyes darting to your face, down your body, then back to his dick that’s begging with each twitch. Suddenly he’s also aware he’s the only one fully naked here.

“Uh, I’m a bit embarrassed.” His voice is raspy as he speaks, moving his face to the other side to hide from you.

“Don’t be Sungho,” You coo, softly grabbing his chin to bring his face back to you. “You look really pretty right now.”

You don’t miss the way his cock visibly twitches at your words, his tip leaking a small beat of precum that follows the trail of his vein. A shy smile grows on his face as he mutters, “Thank you.”

He sits up on his elbows, letting go of his dick that falls against his stomach with a small smack, falling into the drying puddle on his stomach. He brings his hand up to his mouth, letting a wad of spit fall onto his middle and ring finger before bringing it up to the toy. You bite your lip to prevent the small moan that bubbles in your throat as he slowly pushes his fingers into the toy. His fingers go knuckles deep before he pulls them out and smears what’s left on the rubber folds. Your thighs squeeze together subconsciously, feeling a gush of arousal seep out of you, wetting your underwear even more. He lays back down, glancing at your thighs rubbing against each other, as he holds onto his length, guiding the toy down.

He lets out a whine at the feeling of the toy sinking down on him, pushing and pushing until the rubber touches his pubic area. Sungho can’t help but tip his head back, back arching off of the bed ever so slightly as his face scrunches up into what seems like a pained expression. His eyebrows are furrowed together, eyes shut tight as he lets a hiss escape from his gritted teeth. You can’t decide where to look; at his face or where the toy sits on him. His hips rolled into the toy, trying to shove himself deeper inside.

Sungho can’t even be embarrassed now, he could never get over how good the toy felt, always left wondering if the real thing felt better or the same. He hears a small whimper come from you, his hips automatically thrusting up into the toy at the sound. His eyes open immediately after, hooded eyes behind his thin frames looking into yours as he lifts the toy, stopping when it’s halfway off of him before thrusting up into it. Sungho’s mouth falls out as he does so, letting out the most gorgeous moan you’ve ever heard from a man as he stares deep into your eyes. Your eyes dart everywhere on his face, stopping when you spot a strand of hair near his opened mouth. You can’t help but reach over, moving the strand of hair from his face. Your touch makes his eyes flutter shut only to shoot open again, not being able to keep them fully open for long before they droop back down.

It hurts how badly your pussy aches to be touched by him, or worse to be fucked by him. As messily as he’s fucking up into the toy, it makes you wonder if he’s even had real sex. His thrusts are uncoordinated and sloppy, with no rhythm in his hips as he rolls and thrusts up. Disgustingly hot squelching noises coming from it. His hand is pulling the toy up and down, sometimes going too high that his length almost slips out. You notice Sungho’s impatient at times, not being able to wait until he sinks the toy down on himself. instead, he meets the toy either less or more than halfway and sometimes halfway. His actions are desperate, too excited to have the toy suck him in you can’t even tell if it's pleasurable or not with the inconsistency that you can't seem to let go of.

“Yeppi,” You whisper out, eyes focused on where his cock disappears into the pink toy. “Are…”

You gulp at the sound of a whine leaving his mouth, face still turned to you, giving you a view of his expressions.

“Are you a virgin?”

His eyes widen at the question, his hips stuttering at the question and he lets out a confused moan. His cheeks are already pink from the heat and horniess, but they turn a brighter shade of pink because of embarrassment.

“Is it- hah- t-that obvious?” He whimpers out, looking at you with a pout before they part again to let out a groan.

You nod your head, biting your lip to hold back your smile, “You’re kinda sloppy.”

His hips thrust up flush against the toy, a whine coming out of his mouth again getting turned on even more as you speak despite the topic being about him being a virgin.

“Do you… want me to help you, Sung?” you ask, placing your hand on his chest, slowly trailing down until it reaches his stomach, your nail grazing his skin and drawing shapes on it.

He nods quickly, hips falling back onto the sheets. Your hand goes further down, passing the puddle on the dip of his stomach and reaching up for the base of the toy where’s he holding, all while looking into his eyes. He’s impatient again, thrusting up into the toy when you begin to pull it off.

“Sungho,” You say, a warning tone in your voice before you watch his hips fall again.

Your eyes flicker back down, pulling it off slowly until only

His tip was in before sliding it back down drawing a moan out from him.

“Kiss me.” He whimpers out quickly. “Please.”

You don’t have to be told twice. you bend down over him placing your lips on his pink plump ones, his moving desperately against yours as if he’s been craving you. The hand that’s not wet goes into your hair, tangling his fingers in them as he presses you deeper into him. You’re not sure if he’s done anything with a girl or if he is just too gone; the pace he has for kissing is as sloppy as his masturbating.

“Gosh Singho,” you breathe out. Pulling away from the kiss to speak, ignoring how wet you feel yourself getting solely from the far string of saliva connecting you both. “You’d never be able to make a girl cum if you fuck like this.”

“Y-yes I can!” He complains between whines.

“Too sloppy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “Uncoordinated. Yeppi would be the only one cumming that night.”

He whines out in protest, shutting up when you let out a small chuckle against his skin, teeth digging into his jawbone before you crash your lips on his. He’s sloppy again, his mouth opening wide as if he was trying to eat yours, his tongue peeking out to lick all of you. Your lips, your teeth, the inside of your cheeks, and your tongue as you pump the toy up and down him.

His moans are louder now that you took over. They’re whinier and broken up as he kisses you. You pull away looking down at him and seeing a fat string of saliva connecting you both again, breaking when he bites his lip to quiet his moans. His mouth and chin are covered in spit and you can only imagine you’re in the same boat. His glasses have gone crooked now and they’re slightly foggy, prints of your face are on the lens before they disappear with each rough breath he takes. Sungho reaches up for more, shoving his whole tongue into your mouth as he sits up on his elbows to be able to meet you. You can feel his hips twitching up into the toy, this time a little more coordinated as he's finally able to get a pattern down now that you’re controlling the toy. The drool is leaking out onto his chest, a trail going down his chin then dripping straight down. Your lips wrap around his tongue, sucking on it as he lets out a groan that vibrates your whole body. His body is weak now, and suddenly he’s falling back down onto the pillow.

His other hand darts to your thigh, gripping it tightly as his chest heaves up and down, “Fuckkk- ah- i‘m gonna-“

Sungho doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before his hips thrust up to meet the toy halfway, falling open into a silent moan as his fingers grope your jean-clad thigh. He’s cumming into the toy, harder than he has on his own. His cock pulses with each spurt of cum that escapes him. His thoughts go wild as you coo at him, instead, he’s imagining he’s cumming inside of you as you praise him.

His hips fall back down onto the bed as he pants. Your hand makes the toy give him a few more pumps before you pull it off, watching as he cum begins to seep out of it.

“So messy Yeppi,” You tease, watching as the cum drops onto his skin. “You wouldn’t leave a girl just like this, would you? You’d make her clean herself, wouldn’t you?”

His head is spinning at your words, shaking his head as he looks at you with wide eyes again, still coming down from his orgasm.

“No, right?” You hum at him bringing the toy closer to his mouth. “Then you should clean it up right?”

He looks at the entrance of the rubber toy and then back at you, your eyebrows raising in expectation as he slowly sticks his tongue out before he pulls it back in.

“I’ve never…” His words trail off as tries his best to see you through the slight fog of his glasses. “Eaten… it.”

“The toy?” You question, laughing when he nods. “Why don’t you try it out first, hm? Then I’ll help you.”

He nods, sticking his tongue out, licking the dripping cum coming from it. The sight is so lewd; your best friend eating his cum and eating out a toy for the first time in front of you with hooded eyes staring directly at you for reassurance. You can’t stop the moan that falls from your mouth as he wiggles his tongue inside. The sound alone is enough to make him hard again, his dick immediately growing again despite just cumming. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion, not knowing what to do as he licks inside the walls of the toys.

“H-how about…” You start, pulling the toy off of his tongue and placing it on the side. “You try with the real thing?”

His eyes are blown out as he sees you reach for the button on your jeans, popping it open before unzipping your pants.

“Please.” He whispers, nodding rapidly as he sees you wiggle off your jeans.

You toss them onto the floor, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Revealing your matching set of plain black to him, but despite it being simple it was his turn to not be able to hold back the choked moan escaping his mouth at the sight of your body half naked in front of him.

He sees you about to lie down, his hand reaching for your waist to stop you, asking shyly, “Can you sit? On my face?”

Your eyes widen at his question, body freezing as you feel your cunt clench around nothing. You can see him getting nervous, snapping out of it you nod your head.

You crawl towards his head, swinging on legs around his body before scooting up until you're hovering over his mouth.

“Are you-“ You're cut off by Sungho shoving his face forward into your mound, inhaling deeply, and letting out a deep groan while your hand immediately goes to grip his hair. His glasses go crooked as he presses his nose against your clit, your body jolting as he slowly rubs it up and down.

“Sungho-“ You gasp, feeling his hands come to grip your ass tightly, pulling you further down onto his face. You can feel the cotton material of your underwear dampen, unsure if it was because of you or Sungho pressing his tongue against it. “Let me move them first.”

He allows you to pull up from his face, watching intensely as your hand comes down to move your underwear to the side. Sungho can’t stop the moan coming from his throat as you expose your soaking cunt to him, your folds are glossy in the light from how wet you were.

“Do you want to try it on your own first?” You ask, looking down at him as you run your fingers through his hair, stopping to fix his glasses as he nods rapidly.

He rushes to pull you down, hands gripping your hips as he sticks his tongue out, flattening it out against you as he licks a long stripe up. He looks up at you through his lenses, watching as your eyes flutter shut as he begins to repeat the action.

“T-try, ngh, focusing here.” You tell him as you reach down to tap your clit.

Sungho immediately listens, his tongue poking your numb before wrapping his lips around it. Pride swells in his chest at the loud moan you let out once he begins to suck on it, his tongue flicking it quickly as your hand grips his hair tightly.

“Sungho- hah- shit just like that.” You praise as you grind down on his face, hips twitching as you do so. “Fuck so good Yeppi.”

The vibrations from his moan shoot up your body, and moans fall out of your mouth as you grind down against his mouth. Sungho pulls away from your clit, and flattens his tongue against you again to lick everything up. His mouth opens, his lips pressing against all of you as he begins to slurp your juices dripping out onto his face. His glasses are completely foggy by now, the lenses covered with thick fog ruining his ability to see you, but he doesn’t want to stop touching you. His hands are running up and down your body blindly; moving down to your ass to squeeze it before running up to squeeze at your tits and coming back down to your waist.

“Can I stick-“ He cuts his mumbling off by slurping up your juices again. “My tongue inside?”

You nod your head rapidly, unable to speak as he continues to flick his tongue over your clit, “Y-yes fuck please.”

Sungho immediately listens, prodding his tongue inside of your hole, his tongue wiggling its way in like he did with the toy. He moans, his tongue surrounded by your tight warm walls, the taste of you coating everything single bud on his tongue before dripping down to the back of his throat.

“Oh, my g-god Sungho!” You whimper out, his tongue darting in and out of you rapidly as your hand tightens in his hair, drawing a pained moan from him. Your hips grind down to meet his thrusts, desperately trying to shove it further inside of you as he forces your hips onto his face.

Sungho is so desperate for the taste of you, moaning and whining against your cunt each time you grind on his face. He can’t help but shove his face further into you while forcing you further onto him, trying to reach deep inside of you only to be restricted by the length of his tongue. He was practically suffocating himself into you, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Instead, he let out big huffs of air against you before inhaling all the air he could between you guys, not daring to pull away despite the lack of air burning his lungs. You couldn’t seem to notice either; and if you did, you simply didn’t care with the way you could only grind further into him and bring him closer to you. His nose is bumping against your clit with every movement of your hips, making you cry out each time it does.

Your other hand desperately reaches for his hand, helping him bring his thumb to your clit as you show him how to rub the way you want it. You let go when he gets the hang of it, your eyes rolling back and noises getting louder.

“Ah- ah, Sungho fuck you’re doing s-so good!” You practically shout, tears prickling in the corner of your shut eyes as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. “Don’t stop- please- don’t stop.”

Sungho wished that his glasses would somehow clear up so he could see how godly you looked on top of him right now. You on the other hand were grateful for it, thanking the universe for not letting him see how pathetic you looked right now. A small part of you was embarrassed; embarrassed how nothing but squelching could be heard coming from your wet pussy, slurping coming from Sungho, annoyingly loud moans and whines from you, pathetic hips grinding into his face and your pathetic hands only forcing his face further up into you. The scene must look disgusting from another person's view, it sounded disgusting, but it felt so good you wished you could see it from another view.

“Oh my god- Sungho oh fuck- I’m close!” You cry out, mouth dropping open as you throw your head back. “Don't stop oh god- please.”

Sungho can feel his stomach tighten, your pleas going directly to his cock as it leaks all over his stomach again. His heart is swelling from hearing you becoming such a mess all because of him. Sungho doesn’t stop though, he continues eagerly wanting you to come undone on his tongue. Wanting the taste of you to fill his mouth and silently begs it’s be the only thing he tastes for the next few days. He notices the stutter in your hips, twitching each time you bounce on his face as if it was a cock; and all he can do is hope you do that on his next.

“Cumming- shit- ‘m cumming!” You warn, your body shaking violently seconds after as you release all over his tongue.

Your moan drops open as a squeak leaves your mouth, followed by a loud cry. Sungho drinks you all up as you release, jaws unhinging wide open to make sure he catches every drop of you while your thighs squeeze around his head. His tongue continued thrusting into you, moaning as you tightened around the muscle. Your walls spasm around him as you cum, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit as you come down from your high. Harsh gasps come from you, your chest heaving up and down as you try to come down from your release, hips messily rutting into his face.

A tug on his hand pulls his fingers away from your clit, your hands releasing their grip on his hair as you slide your body away from his face wetting his body in the process but he couldn’t seem to care. You push his glasses up to his head as you pant for air, resting on his abs as you watch him blink to adjust to the light.

Your eyes shut for a couple of seconds at the sight of him; hair sticking in every direction, eyes hooded and filled with lust and want, his mouth and chin completely soaked in your arousal as his tongue darts out to lick what we can.

“You did-“ You gulp, mouth dry as ever. “Really good.”

A grin breaks out on his face, pride evident on his face from your praise. But he still can’t ignore the throbbing feeling coming from his cock again, desperate for a release — throbbing harder now that he got a taste of you(something he’s always dreamed of).

As if you could read his mind, you get off of his abs, and he can’t help but fixate on the wet spot your pussy leaves on his skin. You wrap your hand around him, sharp gasps coming from him at the feeling of your soft palm around him.

“Please-“ He begs, hips softly thrusting up into your hand as you softly pump him. “Please- let me be inside you.”

You nod your head quickly, pulling your hand away as you move to slide off your panties, tossing them somewhere in the room before doing the same with your bra. Sungho practically comes on the spot as he watches the way your tits bounce out of the bra, staring intensely as your nipples begin to stiffen in the cold air.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him. “It’s fine if you don’t, I’m clean. And I’m assuming you are too.”

“I don’t,” he confirms with a soft pout. “Please, let me be inside you.”

You coo at him, bending down to kiss him as you climb onto his lap, pressing his cock against your pussy and his stomach. He lets out a loud moan against your lips, the feeling of your tits pressing against him and the feeling of your bare pussy touching his makes his cock jump against you. He watches as you pull away, your figure becoming blurry as he quickly rushes to clean his glasses on his pillowcase before shoving them into his face. You still have him sandwiched between you two, grinding on his member to get him nice and slippery. The sight alone could’ve made him cum. He watches as you hover, gripping the base of his cock with one hand while the other plants itself onto his chest. You both look as you begin to sink on him, moans coming from the both of you as you do.

A gasp comes from Sungho when you bottom out, a noise similar to someone getting punched in the stomach, as his hands fly to painfully grip your waist. Your other hand comes to his chest, balancing yourself on him as you whine. Sungho feels like he’s in heaven, eyes rolling back as he sees white at the feeling of your tight pussy stretching around him. Your wet, warm, spongy walls flutter around him and clench as they adjust to his size.

God, he thinks he might cum. He can feel it brewing in his stomach. All he can think to himself is, ‘God please let him last a little longer.’

“Y-you can,” Sungho gulps, letting out a shaky breath as he opens his eyes, lifting his head to look at you. Regretting it immediately as he gets a look at your fucked out face, tits pressed against each other tightly in between your arms, and the sight of your cunt stretched around him was enough. He shuts his eyes immediately, letting it drop back into the pillow as he tries his best to focus on something else. “Please move.”

You listen to him, your shaking thighs helping you move up until his mushroom tip is about to pop out, before slowly sinking back down. A deep groan comes from him, as if he is in pain as you repeat the action, this time slamming down onto him. You let out your noises, whines fall from you as you feel his fingers digging into your skin.

“Fuck Sungho,” You gasps out hips bouncing onto his. “A-are you okay?”

He nods quickly, “So good. So good. Feel so good.” He blabbers out as his face scrunches up.

His senses betray him, making it harder to hold back the never-ending feeling to fill you up. His hearing solely focuses on the even louder squelching noises coming from your cunt, the sound of your ass bouncing against his thighs, and the cries of pleasure coming from you. His touch focuses on the feeling of your soft skin underneath his fingers, wanting to dig them impossibly deep into you. The feeling of your wetness drenching his balls completely, adding even more wet sounds each time you bounced down. His smell still focuses on the smell of your cunt from when you were desperately grinding on his face for a release, never wanting to get rid of the scent of your pussy. His taste was the worst, each time he swallowed he felt as if he was swallowing your release all over again.

But he knows if he opens his eyes he’d be screwed for life. He’d know it’s100x worse at the sight of your even more fucked out face, mouth open wide as you whine and moan, eyes either hooded or shut tightly in pleasure, the sight of your pussy gliding up and down his length, tits bouncing with each movement, the faces you might be making.

Fuck, he wants to see it so badly.

“Sungho,” you whine loudly, nails softly scratching his chest to get his attention. “Look at me. P-please.”

He’s fucked. So badly. But can’t help but listen as you plea for him. He regrets it so badly though.

His eyes fluttered open and hung low as he looked at you, and he was right. Your eyes were hooded as your face scrunched in pleasure. mouth hanging open while drool threatens to drip out. tits bouncing at the same pace you’ve set, slowing down when you slow your bounces to grind on him roughly. God, he’s screwed.

You felt the same, not being able to handle how he looked. Your pussy clenched around him as he opens his eyes, hooded with lust immediately. His plump lips are swollen from kissing and hanging open as he lets out the most beautiful noises. His chest rapidly rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath in between moans. Face, neck, and chest pink from heat. Hair wild, and the same round frames adoring his face, going crooked but not enough to need fixing.

Your cut out of your thoughts with his words, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He all but shouts, face scrunching up, “Gonna cum ‘m gonna cum oh god-“

“Sungie- ah-,” You whine loudly, eyes growing wide in disappointment. “Already?”

He nods rapidly, planting his feet onto the bed. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he watched enough porn to know this was one of the best ways to fuck into something.

“Y/n ‘m so sorry,” He quickly whimpers, leaving you confused.

You're about to question him, but the air gets knocked out of you when he grips your hips impossibly tight before he fucks up into you. Hips desperately thrust up as he chases his release. It's so close — he can taste it on the tip of his tongue, or maybe it was still you. Regardless he feels it all over his body, tingling every inch of him, something like he’s never felt before.

“Holy fuck- ah- hah- Sungho,” You cry out, nails digging into his chest as you balance yourself. “s-slow down!”

“Can’t!” He practically sobs. “Can’t! ‘M sorry I can’t!”

Sunghos hips move at an insane speed, nothing you’ve ever felt before. He’s so close, he can feel his balls tighten as they slap against your ass with every thrust.

“Fuck! G-gonna cum!” He warns his hips stuttering as he continues his pace.

“Inside!” You gasp out, eyes rolling back. “Please- inside please Sung!”

“So good! Fuck, yes! So warm, so tight, so good!”

Sungho delivers one more harsh thrust into you, practically lurching your body forward, almost falling if it wasn’t for him forcing your body onto him. He cums with a loud moan of your name, his whole body shaking as he spurts loads of his cum into you. Orgasm so intense, that he loses his hearing, ringing being the only thing he could hear as his eyes roll back. Revealing nothing but whites to you as he throws his head back, mouth wide open releasing silent squeaky moans, before returning to loud shout-like groans as he comes back to his senses. His body is still shaking when he lets his hips fall back down onto the mattress, pressing your hips flush against his while doing so.

His fingers quickly come to rub your clit as he continues spurting cum inside of you, more than he’s ever released before. His eyes water, pain shooting through his whole body as you begin to slowly bounce on top of him while his thumb continues rubbing circles. Sungho doesn’t mind, instead loving how you continue to use him despite milking him for all that he’s worth.

He continues shooting small amounts, body jolting up into each of your bounces. A small sob wreaking through his body.

“Sungho,” You whimper out, reaching for the nape of his hair to pull him up.

He quickly sits up, adjusting to rest against the headboard. Fingers still rubbing circles against your twitching clit, as you begin to reach your high. His hips still softly thrusting into you with each of your bounces. You pull him in for a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated, similar to what you told him he was, was now you because of him and he loved it. Your noises are higher in volume, and before you know it, you're cumming around his cock. Pulling away from the kiss as your head falls back, face scrunching in pleasure as your walls clench and twitch around his length. Sungho leans forward, leaving kisses on your neck, softly sucking on the skin here and there and he helps you grind against him throughout your high.

You’re panting as you come down, vision full of fuzzy black dots from the intensity. Sungho’s lips send shivers down your spine, his thumb slowing down before you push it away from you. Instead, he opts for wrapping them around your waist bringing you impossibly closer as your grinds against him come to a complete stop.

You giggle when Sungho softly bites your shoulder, pulling away with a dopey smile. You both can’t stop smiling and letting out soft laughs as you stare into each other's eyes before you pull him in for a kiss. This time, full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings that you both feel. You pull away, resting your forehead against his as he jokingly rubs his scrunched nose against yours.

“I know this might be bad timing,” He whispers against your lips. “But, I really like you.”

You can’t stop the blush from spreading across your face, “I really like you too.”

Sungho breaks into another smile, pressing his lips against yours again, the smile not fading even as you both move your lips against each other. He pulls away this time staring lovingly into your eyes before you break the silence again.

“You look really good in baby blue by the way.” You compliment, nodding your head in the direction of his discarded sweater.

He laughs at the random completely, muttering, “Thank you.”

He looks down to where you both meet and lets out another groan at the sight of his cum leaking out messily of your hole and dirtying your puffy lips along with his skin.

“I seriously think you need to get off, so we can clean you up before I get hard again.” He says, eyes shutting as he looks away.

You let out a loud laugh, pulling off with a loud whine as he helps you move slowly. A loud groan comes from deep within his chest as he sees his cock pop out of you, base covered in a thick white ring of yours and his cum combined. His length is covered in the same substances, while his cum drops out of you and onto the sheets and your thighs.

Fuck. He feels the blood rushing to his cock again. He watches as your eyes fill with horror at the sight of him getting hard again despite basically emptying his balls right now. Before you can say anything you're flipped into your back, head hitting the pillow and body hitting the mattress with a soft ‘oof’.

“One more round wouldn’t hurt, right baby?” Sungho asks with a sweet unconvincing smile on his lips as he rests between your legs. “It may not be amazing — since this is my first time.”

His hand comes down to align his head with your twitching hole like you had done earlier. You let out a shocked whine as he pushes himself halfway in with no warning, babbling for him to go slow and to stop. His glasses sliding down his nose before he grabs them and gently places them onto your face to not lose them, giving you a small peck before pulling away.

The same sickeningly sweet smile is on his face as he speaks again, “But one more won’t hurt. I swear it’ll be quick baby.”

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