onolien

[onolien]

im so.

&TEAM THIGH/PANTY FUCKING

𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁/𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

𝗈𝗍9! 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄. 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂. 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍-𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌/𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1184 𝗆.𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!

KOGA: he’s sick in the head about it. especially when he’s just gotten back from tour or you’ve been too busy to touch him. it’s never just a kiss on the cheek. it’s him groaning into your neck while dry humping your thigh with his whole bodyweight. whispering how you’re gonna let him fuck you stupid when you’re “done being mean.” has a hand on the back of your head and a whimper in his throat by the time he’s rocking his hips into the plush of your thighs, rutting like a man starved. gets off that way more often than he admits, especially when you’re in panties, the damp spot drives him crazy. “fucking look at what you do to me. you think i care if it’s messy? i’ll ruin your whole night, baby.”

FUMA: he’s already between your legs before you can even realize what he wants. eyes low, hands under your thighs, rutting gently into you with a soft hiss under his breath. he doesn’t ask, because he doesn’t need to. you feel how hard he is. he’s obsessed with panty fucking you when he’s worked up, especially after a long night or when he’s too tired to do anything else. loves using your thighs like a pocket to dump his cum. kisses your knees afterward, whispers thank you against your skin, like it was his privilege. you tell him he’s filthy. he tells you you’re warm and perfect and “made for me.” “just let me… yeah. fuck- just like that. you’re always so good to me.”

EUIJOO: he’s slow and mean about it. holds your hips still when you’re straddling his thigh and tells you to ride it properly. doesn’t even pretend he’s not enjoying the view. bites down on his own lip while you grind on the thick muscle of his thigh, watching your soaked panties drag across his jeans like it’s better than porn. the second you start whining that it’s not enough, he’s tensing his thigh beneath you and muttering curses through his teeth. “don’t you dare fucking cum until i say.” gets real possessive when he wants you, like deep, growling possessive. “if you wanna fuck yourself on me that bad, you’re gonna do it right.”

NICO: he gets all shy and giggly when he wants to. pulls you into his lap like it’s innocent, but he’s bouncing his leg under you and pretending it’s not on purpose. if you call him out, he’ll smirk but still say “what? i’m just playing with you.” the second you grind back and feel how hard he is, though? his breath catches and the game’s over. he loves panty fucking you from below, letting you rub against him while he holds your waist and moans into your shoulder. might cum in his pants if you’re too mean about it. he’s just so sensitive. “i- wait, baby- fuck, don’t stop, it feels so good, i promise i’ll clean it up after.”

YUMA: he’s bold about it. he wants you, he shows you. grabs your hips, pulls you onto his thigh, and makes you grind like he’s starving. tells you how warm you feel even with your panties in the way. he’s always panty fucking when he’s needy, like when you’ve been teasing him or he’s had a long day. might start just rutting into your thigh while he’s kissing you, humping you through his boxers until he’s panting into your mouth. obsessed with the way your panties stick to your pussy when you’re wet. loves watching you fuck yourself dumb before he actually fucks you. “you’re dripping all over me. what, you thought i wouldn’t notice? keep going. don’t stop.”

JOJO: pretends like he’s innocent about it, until you see the way his hips twitch when you’re on his lap. he’s the quiet thigh fucker, the type who acts like you’re the one being dirty for noticing. but the second you lean back and tell him he’s hard? he goes still and red and shaky. especially when you tell him to hump your thigh if he wants it that bad. gets super overwhelmed and clingy. panty fucking you is a fantasy for him. one he lives out in his head way too often. the first time it actually happens, he cums in less than 2 minutes. “i-i can’t help it, you feel… too good, please- i need it, please.”

HARUA: he’s all about the anticipation. the aching, slow roll of his hips into you while you're half-asleep and he's burying his face in your neck. loves thigh fucking when he’s too pussy-drunk to think straight. gets this desperate, low whine when he’s rutting into the crease of your thighs. right where your panties cling to your cunt. but it’s not enough. asks permission even when he’s dying. “can i fuck you like this? please?” his tip rubs against your slick-stained fabric until he’s dripping on your skin. he’ll cum from that alone if you let him. he lives to leak all over your thighs. h: “you’re already so wet, baby… please. just let me have you. i need it so bad.”

TAKI: the most eager, most shameless about it. doesn’t even care if you’re on the couch, half dressed, or falling asleep. if he wants it, he’s climbing into your lap and grinding. humping your thigh, drooling into your neck, whispering things like “you’ll let me, right?” even when he’s already rubbing off on you. absolutely loses it over panty fucking. loves when you make him do it. especially if you call him needy and tell him to hump your thigh if he’s that desperate. pants around his thighs, face red, whimpering into your chest until he cums all over your skin. “m-make me cum, please- i’ll be good, i swear, i need it, i’ll do anything-”

MAKI: he doesn’t say it. he doesn’t have to. he gets real still when he wants it, quiet and hot-eyed, watching you with his jaw clenched like he’s trying not to pounce. the type to sit there and let you talk, smile, move around the room… while his cock twitches against his thigh because he can smell your perfume and see the way your panties cut into your hips. his hands flex. he breathes heavier. and then he finally breaks. when he wants to fuck, he shows you. lays back and pulls you onto his lap without saying a word. just slips your panties to the side, lets the fabric rub against his cockhead, and lets out a rough, shaky breath when you rock against him. panty fucking is his favorite way to torture himself. it’s warm and wet and almost enough… but he won’t let himself cum unless he’s buried inside you. will thigh fuck you with teeth clenched and muscles tense, dragging his cock against your softness while whispering about how he’s going to split you open later. “you want it that bad, baby? you’re gonna make me cum just from this? you’re fuckin’ soaked. don’t play with me. take your panties off or i’m tearing ‘em.”

© 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝖾: 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

[onolien]

HOOLDKE MEEE BACK HDOLD ME A=BACK

thinking about loser!skz sneaking into reader’s room while she isn’t there and stealing her panties 🥲

no bc i think about this a lot in such an unhealthy way </3 like imagine loser!skz as ur roommate (cliché trope ik but it fits too well w this dynamic LOL). they don’t rlly talk much and kinda keep to themselves but little do u know they’re actually super gross and the biggest fucking pervs u ever met (can imagine any member since i didn’t say any specific names or wtv :p)

you’d barely been gone a full ten minutes. that’s all it took, really. the second the front door shut and your footsteps faded down the hallway, he moved, quick and quiet, like he’d done it a hundred times before.

maybe, because he had.

your door creaked open, slow enough not to leave a trace. the familiar smell of you hitting him like a punch to the gut— clean linen, the faintest trace of your shampoo still clinging to your pillowcase. but he wasn’t here for that.

no, his hands were already trembling as he crouched beside your laundry hamper. just the thought of your skin, your heat, your cunt pressed against any of those fabrics was enough to make his mouth go dry.

and there, buried near the bottom, was his favorite pair.

pink. tiny. the lace along the waistband frayed just slightly from how often you wore them, and still warm.

he lets out a shaky breath, already hard in his sweats. he shouldn’t. he shouldn’t— but he did, like he always did.

brought them to his face and inhaled as deeply as he could.

“oh fuck,” he whispered, already sounding completely wrecked. “you’re disgusting for this, baby.” as if you were the one to blame.

back in his room, he didn’t even bother with prep, just collapsed onto the bed, cock already in hand, pressing your panties flat against his face like a mask while his other hands wrapped tightly around his shaft.

“bet you don’t even know,” he panted, “that your sweet little pussy’s the only thing that makes me cum now.”

he fucked his fist into oblivion, the panties soaking up the heat of his breath, his spit, the filth that poured from his mouth in broken gasps, his hips lifting off the mattress with every thrust. he wraps the fabric around his cock, milky streaks of precum leaking messily through his fingers, smearing onto the cotton that had once hugged your perfect cunt.

his thumb dragged over the damp patch in the center. the texture of the lace against his cock adding more friction to the sensation, he almost cums on the spot.

“fucking ruined me, y’know that?” he groaned. “can’t even look at you without getting hard. can’t sleep without jerking off to the thought of you spread out in these, rubbing your tight little clit while you moan into your pillow like i’m not listening through the wall—” his voice slightly cracks as he’s reaching his own high.

“slut. fucking tease. walking around in nothing but these and pretending you don’t notice me staring.” his rhythm only gets faster, more desperate, taking another deep breath as he slides the underwear down his length, wanting you more than anything.

when he finally came, it was violent. hot, thick ropes spilling out of him with a choked moan, shooting straight into his fist, all over his stomach, and your panties that were now used as a cum towel.

but he doesn’t stop right away. just lays there, cock twitching in his palm, lips parted, catching his breath, looking down at the soiled fabric in his hand. staring at the mess he’d made in the same place your body once had.

and like he always does, he gets up, tucks the panties into the back of his drawer behind an old hoodie, and calmly washed his hands in the sink.

you’d never know.

but he did.

then tomorrow? when you came into the kitchen wearing that other pair, the white ones with the bow?

those will fall victim next.

[onolien]

now we impatiently wait.

‎ AFTER HOURS ˎˊ˗ teaser

✶ SYNOPSIS ── your coworker, jake, is the shameless office slut. he’s cocky, lazy, and infamous for fucking every girl in the office until they’re obsessed. you’re the opposite: organized, driven, and sick of his shit. your best friend heeseung keeps teasing you about the “sexual tension,” but you deny it every time.. until one night, you and jake end up staying after hours at the office.

✶ STARRING ── office fuckboy!jake, fem!reader, bsf!heeseung

✶ CAUTION! ── sexual content, enemies to lovers, lots of cursing, office au, y/n overhears boss and jake getting freaky, eventual smut scenes, teasing, heavy tension, mentions of gossip, jake is an absolute menace. warnings will update in the final fic.

✶ DURATION ── teaser is 1.1k words. oneshot is currently at 4.2k, estimated to finish at 8k-10k.

EMI ✉️ rahhh first long fic in the making !! i've been pretty consistent with writing this so far.. hopefully i don’t lose the motivation /j there’s no deadline for this tbh, but i predict it’ll be out nearing the end of this month, or earlier, but we’ll see! if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this fic, comment on this post or send me an ask.

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Jake’s the type of guy everyone loves, even though there’s not a single good trait about him. Except for the fact that he shows up to work looking hot with zero effort. In the bathroom, girls constantly gossip about him. There’s never a time you can pee, let alone wash your hands, without overhearing some girl rave about how good he made her feel.

“He made me cum in under five minutes.”

“He secretly edged me at my desk.”

“I still dream about how his fingers felt inside me.”

“He fucked me in the lounge room.”

These are just a few of the things you hear about him on the daily. And it’s usually a different girl every time. That’s what made him such a whore in your eyes. And sure, everyone knew about it, but no one cared. A guy as good-looking, probably big, and charming as Sim Jaeyun could get away with just about anything.

To say it pissed you off was an understatement. He showed up late almost every day—today being a rare exception. He flirted with HR and practically skated by with minimal effort, all because he was hot and somehow everyone’s type.

Yes, he does actually do his work on rare occasions just to avoid getting fired, but most of the time he coasts on charm. It’s the only fucking thing he knows how to do with that pretty face.

What everyone knows best about him, though, is his reputation for fucking his female coworkers and leaving them obsessed. The thought made you partially disgusted. But at most, all he is to you is just a guy with an insane face card who’s using it to his advantage and getting exactly what he wants in return: pussy.

And as if that didn’t already paint the perfect picture of him being an asshole, he always made it a point to specifically tease, flirt, and annoy you. The one person in the office he hadn’t gotten the chance to fuck. If you gave him that chance, he would absolutely take it. But since he’s your arch-nemesis, you promised yourself you’d never let him touch you, let alone lay a finger on you.

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You didn’t know why it was still lingering in your head—like you didn’t already know that he’s done this to nearly every girl in the office. It doesn’t matter. It’s just Jake. He’s a sleaze, a whore, and the very reason your days feel ten times longer than they should.

And yet, you can’t stop thinking about what you heard. The way she moaned, the way he groaned and talked so dirty to her, the infamously cocky tone in his voice like he knew he was ruining her.

You squeeze your thighs together under your pencil skirt, looking away from the screen, utterly disgusted with yourself for letting your thoughts wander.

You keep clicking away at your mouse, moving tabs around, trying to look productive—like you’re doing something—but you can’t focus on anything. You type random words that float around in your noggin that don’t relate at all to what you have to write about, delete them, type again, until you eventually give up and roll your chair away from your desk, now facing the entrance and trying to take a breather.

Your thoughts still creep in your head. They’re almost impossible to push out.

“He fucks like that just for a raise?”

“She sounded so dumb for him.. Was it that good?”

“Is he that big?”

“Why the fuck do I care?”

Fuck it, you need another cup of coffee.

You step out of your cubicle, running a hand through your hair as you notice Jake walking out of the office. His hair is messier, shirt untucked, sleeves still rolled to the elbow—he looks even more disheveled now. But he still looked so good, even post-fuck.

You really didn’t want to cross paths with him again, not after hearing him railing your boss in real time, when he didn’t think anyone could hear.

The minute he walks by you, your eyes meet, and he winks. “Slut,” you mutter under your breath, heart skipping in frustration. You blink, your heels clinking against the floor louder as you walk faster toward the lounge room, desperate to get away from everything and anything, even if that meant through another dose of caffeine.

You and Heeseung planned to meet at a small café in the lobby of your office building during a quick break. Since the workday had already started, the café was pretty quiet—soft music played in the background and just a few coworkers were scattered around. It was the perfect spot to catch your breath before heading back.. and to tell your friend what you had just heard not long ago.

“You look like you saw something you weren’t supposed to,” Heeseung says, noticing how you look down in your lap and stay oddly silent. Normally, if you were going to complain about Jake or your never-ending workload, it would’ve spilled out by now.

“Close enough..” You look up from your lap and at your friend’s bambi-like expression, and reluctantly tell him what you overheard just an hour ago.

“You heard it? Like.. full-on?” His eyes slightly widen—not that he was surprised or anything. He was only shocked that you had finally got a taste of it yourself, meaning you heard everything.

You nod, lips pressed together. “Gosh, she sounded like a pornstar..” you say, before cringing at your own words.

“Was he all like ‘who’s your boss now’?” Heeseung smirks, about to laugh at his own dirty comment.

“You’re disgusting,” you say, before realizing that’s one of the many insults you threw at Jake today.

“I’m just saying.. guess the real promotion was inside her all along.” He cracks another stupid joke.

“Heeseung!” Your tone goes higher.

“Jeez, sorry,” he says, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Bet you couldn’t even focus on your work after hearing that.”

You can’t even make eye contact with him anymore. Because it’s true—you couldn’t. The sole thought and memory of it was consuming you, and you hated it.

Jake’s high-pitched groans, his breathy filthy talk, the way she was moaning like it was the best sex she’s ever had—all lingered in your brain more than they should. It’s almost as if the second you heard it go down, the sound stuck with you for the rest of the day, clinging onto you like a reminder that the man who teases you every day, the man you despise, is willing to go as far as fucking his boss for a raise.

He doesn't even deserve one. Never did. But again, who says no to a face like his?

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

[onolien]

I NEDNDEDDDD TO WRITE A CAMGIRL SCENARIO LIKE THIS SHARIAH MY GOAT OH FUCKCKCKCKCKCKCK

𝓢y𝑏𝐞r 𝓒e𝑥 ──── when he off work he callin' me on skype .ᐟ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

sim jaeyun 𝓧 female reader

sh4r1n0t3 ᪄ thisss has been in my drafts for ages! it's kinda choppy, but I thought she deserved to be let out and breathe (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ၃ ִ

snyp: or... when jake misses his favorite (and only) cam-girl's stream and decides to make it up to her. | wc: less than 1k | cw: spelling errors (I’m too lazy to correct uhoh) • phone sex • masturbation (m & f) • pet names • let me know what i missed .ᐟ

wiplist. masterlist. requests.

he doesn’t even bother signing out of anything. he simply saves his files and clocks out… rushing down the stairs—too impatient to wait on the elevator. as soon as he hits the ground floor he’s jogging steadily towards his car. jake had left his coat in the office along with his bag.

had he even remembered to lock his office? who cares.

those were things he’d deal with tomorrow. right now, you were the most important thing on his mind. every day, without fail, at 6’o’clock it would start.

you'd log onto the glowing website, sitting prettily and adjusting your webcam searching for his username in your overflooded chat. every, day. and if this 'piece' of your… schedule, were to fall out of place... you’d call him, just because you could.

jake knew that. hell, he'd prayed for it... the first time he'd missed a stream of yours, when he'd solemnly sat back in his chair, only to be surprised by the notification as the top of his screen. it was you. he felt like the luckiest bastard alive.

he has to be home to take that call.

he doesn’t bother hitting the lights—just quickly kicks the door shut as he toes off his shoes before darting towards his bedroom. his fingers tremble as he presses the keys of his laptop—starting it up and logging on like it’s the only way to ease the aching feeling that tugs at his chest. 7’o’clock—and you’re still on. though, he’s sure you’re done by now.

regardless you’re there, bathed in pink LED lights, grinning softly in your chair. “look who’s finally here.” you hummed. “my favorite subscriber. hi, jakey.” your bottom lip snagged between your teeth as you leaned into the camera. “you missed a lot.” it comes out playfully. you smile sweetly with a soft giggle as you sit back. jake can feel his stomach drop as he takes you in—hair stuck against you flushed skin. your tank top is sliding off your shoulders. your panties—they’re damp, even from this view. he’d had missed a lot.

he scrambles to shoot a reply into the chat.

s_jyn69: how much is a lot? :(

a soft laygh rushes past your swollen lips. it’s an intoxicating sound, one that always sends heat rushing to his face and all over his body. “i ‘dunno… the entire stream?” you pout. “i couldn’t keep everyone waiting, i promised...” more chats flood in. hundreds... near thousands. however, you don’t pay them any mind, waiting on jake’s response as your eyes sort through the never ending comments. behind the screen jake curses. he takes a deep breath before harshly exhaling whilst dragging a hand through his hair—disappointment bubbling inside of his stomach.

he clocked out early, skipped overtime and ran home just to watch you. his favorite girl. his only girl. “hm… are you upset?” your voice came sweetly through the monitor again. you adjusted the camera once more locking eyes with the viewers as you shifted even closer, finger absentmindedly twirling in your hair.

user19864537: i think he is… 👀

hs02sh: yikes. shouldn’t have kept her waiting jakey.

ynlvr366: How’d he manage to miss the ENTIRE stream??? LOL

your bottom lip juts out again. “don’t tease him.” you whine playfully… you feign disappointment. that faux sadness laces your tongue as you stare into the camera with wide, glossy eyes. “you’ll call me after this won’t you, jakey? it’s the least you can do.” his chest tightens—heart thumping against his ribcage as he types yet another response.

s_jyn69: of course i will baby.

you hum, pleased, cocking your head with a softened expression. “see everyone? he’s going to make it up to me.” god, yes he will. jake's pulse eases.

you promise the audience you’ll be good until next time… ending the livestream with lots of soft laughs and teasing remarks, and the second your screen finally goes black jake’s hands move on their own. your 'offline' status lights up his computer screen as he fumbles with his phone. his thumb hovers over the call button of your contact. he swallows thickly, pressing before hesitance can consume him.

it rings once.

then twice.

three times—and that’s when your voice blares through his speaker. “hello?” he takes a deep breath admiring you for a moment. he just saw you but somehow this is different. you'd quickly changed into the zip-up hoodie that he'd bought you, sending it as a surprise after a late night call where you'd mentioned how cute you thought it was. “h-hey.” his voice cracks, caught in his throat. “you look pretty.” jake sets his phone up so that you can see him clearly. you do the same a gentle smile etched on to your lips as you stare back at him. “you say that every night, jakey.”

“cause i mean it.”

there’s a beat of silence before you reposition yourself eyes never leaving the soft glow of your screen. “did you really try to make it on time?” your hand cups your jaw as you rest your head. “to the stream… i mean.” you finish chewing on your lip. “i left work early, skipped dinner... i nearly tripped on the way into my bedroom.”

rubbing a hand over his face he laughs—one that causes you to erupt in soft chuckles yourself. “you’re ridiculous.” you sigh. “i know.” he grins that charmingly boyish grin... the one that makes your heart sink... the one that began all these long calls months ago. “I’m glad… glad that you rushed to see me. it makes me feel special.” your words cause his ears to flush—the man can feel his pants grow more suffocating by the minute. you’re softness riles him up as you confess. “i always do, pretty girl.” he scoots closer to the camera as though he’s trying to reach you through the pixels of the screen. “i missed you.”

“c’mere jakey.” you mutter, begging him to do something you know is impossible.

yet for you, jake brings himself impossibly closer towards the camera. “tell me what you missed.” you whisper. “please,” your breath catches as your fingers dip below the waistband of your underwear. he does the same—palming his bulge through the rough material of his slacks. “i missed your voice.” he grunted. “you’re so soft spoken baby… especially when you’re getting all worked up. ‘start gasping all crazy like you’re trying to catch your breath. I love it.”

“what else?” you whine grinding against your hand as your fingers collect the arousal along your slit. “fuck.” jake swears. “p-pull it out. show me jakey.”

and he does.

he makes quick work of his belt. carefully, he unbuttons his pants, teasingly yanking down his zipper before shuffling out of them. jake’s shirt is already messily unbuttoned—he tugs at the fabric breaking loose before finally removing his boxers, cock springing free and hitting against his stomach. you swear you could’ve cum right then. simply from admiring the expression across his face.. eyebrows knit, plump lips swollen as his cock flushed. the man in the other line continues. “‘missed how you play with your tits… ‘always so sensitive.”

“jake…” you gasp, just how he likes. hands moving to unzip the hoodie and lower you top so that your tits spill free. once they’re out, you carefully shuffle out of your ruined panties—fully bare before him as he thumbs at his leaky tip. his jaw goes slack hung open as his head falls back... he stares at your cunt in awe via his squinted eyes.

“just like that…” you giggle, fingers circling your clit before descending to prod at your fluttering hole. you slip one finger in after the other, steadily fucking yourself. “fa…faster… mpf! wish you could wrap around yourself f’me.” his eyes snap open nodding fervently as he squeezes his hand around the base of his cock, gritting his teeth as his strokes himself at the same pace you curl your fingers.

“i w-wish… agh! fuck… ‘wish you were here…” the words pry themselves from his throat before he can stop it. more incoherent nonsense follows as he allows his hips to buck into the palm of his hand. “m-me too…” you nuzzle your fingertips against the spongy spot buried inside of your cunt, fingers stretching to scissor open your pussy as you look at him with blown out eyes... such a pretty boy falling apart just for you, and you alone.

“wish i could feel you… ‘bet you’d hah..! you’d fuck me so sweetly... wouldn't you, j-jakey?” you clench imaging how well he’d fill you up—how tenderly he’d hold you every night, fucking you like his life depended on it cumming inside of you until you leaked his seed. “fuck,” he pants tongue lolling out as drool pools at the corner of his mouth. “you’d let me, hm?” still fisting his cock, he can feel his stomach flex and his gut tighten. “‘let me fuck you all nice and slow? you’d let me make you fall apart on my cock right?” you nod. "let me cum in your sweet, little pussy?"

“p-please cum with me.” you cry, fingers pumping faster as your hips roll against your hand—palm grinding against your bruised clit. he nods desperately with stuttering hips. moans spill from the both of you hips stuttering as the knot coiling in your stomachs winds itself up. “oh fuck! I’m close pleasepleaseplease… ah!”

ropes of cum shoot out onto his desk and splatter across his stomach, cock twitching in his hand as he breathes heavy watching as you fuck yourself through your orgasm with slick creamed and lathering around your fingers as your eyes roll back. “unggh! ssshit!”

“holy shit.” a lazy smile paints his face as he catches his breath. “you’re amazing.” he compliments, a genuine grin playing at his lips. “me? maybe you should become a camboy yourself…” you giggle exhausted knowing jake is apart of the highlight of your day.

[onolien]

me reading this

⠀⠀／⠀soft haechan ♥︎ ﹙ 18+ ﹚- smut !

“you’re being quite again sunshine.”

haechan’s voice was low, barely above a whisper, as he stood between your legs, fingers tracing lazy shapes over your bare thighs. the bedroom was quiet expect for the rustle of the sheets and your soft breathing. your silence you always fall into when your aching for him but too shy to ask.

“you’re all over me” he murmured, smiling softly as he dipped his fingers under the hem of your sleep shorts. “but you won’t say what you want.”

you whined, your eyes looking up at him, hips lifting towards his touch, but he only pulled his hand back and held your waist still.

“nope, not the time..” he said gently. “use your words for me baby.”

you looked up at him with a pout, pulling at his shirt, trying to drag him closer. he leaned in and kissed you, his tongue brushing against yours in a teasing way that made your stomach flip. but he pulled back before it could go any deeper.

“tell me baby” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek. “you’ve been acting like a brat all day just to get me here. you gonna be quiet now?”

“want you…” you said barely.

he raised a brow. “want me how?”

you could feel your face heat up. your thighs squeezed together. still, his hands stayed where they were, warm and waiting.

“i.. want you to touch me.”

“where sunshine?” he asked, and his tone made you shiver. he wasn’t being mean, he was being gentle and patient, making you feel it:

you reached for his wrist and guided his hand between your legs, over the thin fabric. “here..”

his smile turned even softer as he kissed your lips again, slower this time. “good girl.”

then he slipped his hands down, pushed your shorts aside, his fingers brushing over how wet you already were. his breath caught against your cheek.

“god..” he whispered, “you’ve been like this all day?”

you nodded, and he kissed your jaw as his fingers moved, slow and gentle as he soft circles on your clit before sliding two fingers in. you gasped, clinging onto his shoulders, your legs falling open for him.

“feels good doesn’t it baby?” he muttered.

you could barely breathe. “y-yeah”

his fingers were curling into you just right, his mouth placing kisses on your neck. “that’s it baby, just let me take care of you.”

your moans came out softer, and he swallowed each one with kisses, licking into your mouth between each thrust of his fingers.

“your doing so good” he whispered. “can you say it one more time sunshine?, say what you want.”

“i want you” you breathed, clutching him closer, hips grinding into his hand. “inside .. please haechan..”

that broke him.

“yeah baby?” he exhaled, already pushing his sweats down. “i got you..”

as he finally sank into you, slow and warm and so deep that you could cry, he held you close, forehead against yours, body pressed against yours.

“so. good for me.. been needing me like this all day huh?”

you just nodded, voice caught in your throat, finally full and exactly where you wanted to be.

©. 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗜 2025

[onolien]

i only recently mooted starry but i am convinced that this was for me the nichojoo pill is getting to me BYADDDDDD

comfort | w.y & b.e

in which your best friends find a way to make you feel better after your breakup.

pairing: best friend!nicholas x fem!reader x best friend!euijoo

includes: threesome obviously, MXM CONTENT SO DONT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE (they just make out), oral sex ( f and m receiving), cum eating, unprotected intercourse, nipple play, cumming inside, (lmk if i forgot anything!).

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“i’m really worried about her,” ej said to nicholas, the two of them standing outside your apartment.

ej was carrying a bouquet of flowers and nicholas had a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. they’d knocked on your door a minute ago, but you still haven’t come to answer it.

“she doesn’t see it now, but it’s for the better,” nicholas said. “that guy was an asshole.”

“i know,” ej agreed. “i don’t understand how anyone could cheat on her. she’s so—”

the lock clicked on the other side of the door, so ej shut himself up before you could open it to find them talking about you.

“there she is,” nicholas said warmly. “how are you?”

“never better,” you lied, stepping to the side so they could come in. “you guys didn’t have to do all this.”

“we wanted to,” ej responded, handing the flowers to you as he walked in.

“this is really sweet,” you said with a sigh, bringing the floral arrangement up to your nose and inhaling their fresh scent.

“i brought wine,” nicholas said from the kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets for glasses. “figured that could come in handy.”

“that sounds perfect,” you said.

within a few minutes, the three of you were gathered in your living room, each holding a glass of wine. ej and nicholas graciously sat there and listened to you rant.

“i just can’t believe he would do this to me,” you gushed, your eyes watering. you stared down into your glass of wine, continuing. “was our entire relationship a joke to him? was i just a joke?”

“of course not,” nicholas said.

“he’s an idiot for doing that to you,” ej insisted, scooting over to sit closer to you. he placed a hand on your thigh and said, “no one in there right mind would cheat on you if they had you. he was crazy.”

his words meant a lot to you. for weeks now, you had been heartbroken thinking about your failed relationship. you’d cancelled on all your friends, not just nicholas and ej, unable to find it in you to hang out with anyone. but now that they were there, you were beyond glad.

“it just sucks,” you mumbled, quickly dabbing at your watery eyes.

nicholas came and sat on the other side of you, taking the liberty to brush some of your hair out of your face. he then rubbed your back soothingly.

“i know,” he cooed. “is there anything we can do to make it better? anything at all?”

you sniffled, pondering the question.

“you could beat him up,” you joked. nicholas and ej exchanged serious glances with each other. “guys, i was kidding.”

“we’d do it, though,” ej said, his thumb gliding back and forth on your thigh. “anything you need, y/n, you name it and we’ve got you.”

you smiled softly, grateful that you had friends as good as them. friends who were willing to beat up the guy who’d put you through hell, just to make you feel better.

“thank you guys,” you said, your voice soft.

both of them were right there beside you, both their hands on your body in some way, both staring at you like they could see your soul. you were intimidated, despite having known them both for years and trusting them with your life.

you looked over at ej, finding comfort in the way his big brown eyes looked you over protectively. then over at nicholas, who’s sharp eyes were dark and serious, ready to make things right for you however he had to.

you suddenly had a weird feeling in your stomach. heat was spreading throughout your body, and you had to push your thighs together to ease some of the tension that was building.

why the hell were you feeling…turned on? over your two best friends of all people?

you sighed, then said, “i must’ve had too much wine.”

they both glanced over at your glass. you’d only really had about two sips. you couldn’t blame the way you were feeling on the alcohol.

“why do you say that?” nicholas wondered.

“‘cause i feel…”you trailed off, unsure if you should be telling them that you suddenly felt turned on. “weird.”

“weird how?” ej asked.

“i don’t know, i…”

you trailed off again, overcome with embarrassment. they both knew how you were feeling. it wasn’t hard to tell based on the way you were so obviously squeezing your thighs together. but they wanted to hear you say it.

“what is it?” nicholas urged. “do you feel okay?”

“yeah, i feel okay,” you assured. “i don’t know. you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it.”

“hey, we’re here for you,” ej cooed, squeezing your thigh slightly. “we’re your best friends. you can tell us anything.”

you looked over at nicholas, and he smiled reassuringly, which gave you the strength to admit your current predicament.

“i just kinda got…turned on,” you finally admitted.

a silence dwelled in your living room.

you immediately brought your knees up to your chest, knocking both their hands off of you, and hid your face in your hands.

“sorry,” you groaned, hiding from them as best as you could. “i don’t know. i’m a mess. i shouldn’t have said that.”

“hey,” ej said, his hand coming firmly to your back. “look at me.”

you shook your head, too mortified to let them see your face. still, ej pushed your hands out of the way, revealing your blushing face to both him and nicholas.

what you weren’t expecting was ej to smile sweetly at you before leaning in and kissing you. his hands came up to cradle your face, and you immediately melted into the kiss, sighing into his mouth.

you were already starting to sweat from how turned on you were. you brought your hands up to his neck and brought one of them into his hair, tugging softly on the dark strands.

you both mutually pulled away from each other a moment later, staring at each other in shock. that was when you remembered nicholas was still sitting right there next to you.

his face was serious as ever, but you could see the hint of a smirk creeping up. you could also see an evident erection in his sweatpants from watching you and ej make out.

“do you wanna do this?” he asked.

“do what?” you wondered.

“do you want us to make you feel better?” ej intervened.

you gulped. you barely hesitated before nodding your head.

“use your words, baby,” nicholas instructed.

“yes,” you answered confidently. “i want to feel better.”

nicholas and ej smirked to each other, then started to stand up.

“let’s go to your room,” ej suggested.

so, the three of you ditched the wine and the pizza and made your way to your bedroom. it was a short walk to get there, just down the hall, but the entire time you were in your head, questioning if you were really about to have a threesome with your two best friends.

the answer, though, was yes. you sure were.

once the three of you were in your bedroom, clothing started flying off. first was nicholas’ shirt, then yours, then ej’s.

you got on your bed and lay on your back, waiting for the men to join you on either side.

“c’mere, baby,” nicholas said, kneeling by your side.

you sat up on your knees to be more level with him and he pushed his lips against yours. his kiss was harder than ej’s, rougher and messier. you could practically feel yourself dripping in your shorts.

you entangled your fingers in his hair, trying to match his pace.

behind you, ej joined the two of you on the bed. he took the liberty to unhook your bra for you, sliding it down your arms and off your body. nicholas had to pull back then to get a good look at you.

“fuck,” he grunted. “you’re so pretty, baby.”

you blushed, crossing your arms over your chest as a wave of embarrassment washed over you. you were completely shirtless in front of ej and nicholas, and that was terrifying.

“don’t be embarrassed,” ej cooed, softly guiding your hands away from your chest. “you’re perfect.”

he kissed you again, bringing his hand up to one of your tits and squeezing it. you gasped into his mouth as he rubbed his fingers over your erect nipple expertly.

while you were kissing him, nicholas stripped himself of his pants and underwear, leaving him completely bare. his cock was so hard that it stood completely straight up, hitting his lower abdomen.

he wrapped his hand around his thick length and watched you and ej make out for a moment, staring shamelessly.

when you finally pulled away and noticed what nicholas was doing, you wanted to help. you crawled over to him, slowly pushing his hand out of the way and replacing it with your own.

nicholas leaned back on his palms and watched you stroke his length, biting his lip to hold back any noises.

ej took that moment to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, then helped you fully undress the rest of the way while you stroked nicholas.

once all three of you were fully naked, nicholas stopped your hand from jerking him off any further. he guided you to lay flat on your back, and all you could do was watch and see what they were going to do next.

both of them moving at the same time was overwhelming. you didn’t know who to focus on. you had to focus on both of them at the same time somehow.

ej positioned himself with his face between your legs while nicholas kneeled at the side of your head. he rubbed his leaking tip on your lips, guiding his cock into your mouth.

meanwhile, ej leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your clit, stroking your thigh. he licked a stripe up your pussy, tasting your arousal and moaning. you were perfect, he thought. you tasted perfect and your pussy felt so good against the tip of his tongue.

he tilted his head to the side, flicking his tongue up and down your folds. you writhed, gasping and huffing while jutting your hips up against his face.

at the same time, you had to manage sucking nicholas off. he wasn’t being too difficult about it. he let you just lick along his length and suck on his tip. the night was about you after all. he didn’t expect you to deep throat him, not right away anyway.

you could feel ej’s finger as it slid inside your fluttering hole, and you took it with ease. you gasped at the sensation, clenching around the finger and tilting your head back.

“does it feel good?” nicholas asked you, his voice deeper than normal. “is he eating your pussy good?

“yes,” you cried out, looking up at him with glistening eyes. “feels so fucking good.”

ej hummed against your pussy, which made you look down to watch him. he seemed like he was truly content there between your legs, licking and fingering you like it was his job.

he looked so pretty down there too. strands of hair were falling into his face, his cheeks a soft shade of pink and his lips were swollen and glistening with your wetness.

it was hard to concentrate on getting eaten out at the same time as sucking off nicholas. you tried, but ultimately, he had to do most of the work, thrusting his thick length in and out of your throat.

“that’s it, baby,” he cooed, pushing some hair out of your face. “doing so good.”

you were moaning around his cock, vibrating it and making nicholas want to thrust into your mouth even harder. he’d always thought you were pretty, but he thought you might’ve been even prettier when his dick was down your throat.

the way ej was licking you up and down in long, fluid strokes, and back and forth, and in circles was all too much. he was too good, and you were so sensitive. you just couldn’t last.

“euijoo,” you practically whimpered. “i’m gonna cum.”

he moaned into your pussy, squeezing your thighs, like he was wordlessly giving you permission to let go. and let go you did.

you had to pull off nicholas’s length as it hit you, too overwhelmed to focus on anything but the orgasm washing over you. you gripped ej’s hair, nearly sobbing as you came all over his tongue.

“fuck,” ej nearly growled. “so hot, baby. she tastes so good.”

nicholas raised his eyebrow.

“yeah?” he said.

a silence fell upon the three of you then. nicholas and ej blinked at each other. it seemed as though you were all thinking something.

you, personally, were slightly nervous to speak your mind. you didn’t want to make them uncomfortable or ruin anything, but you decided to speak up anyway.

“you wanna taste me?” you asked nicholas, who directed his attention back to you then. “you guys should make out. you’ll be able to taste me on him.”

ej and nicholas briefly met each others gaze. you couldn’t read their expressions, so you were unsure whether they were on board with the idea or not. you just hoped you didn’t make them uncomfortable.

“you want us to make out?” ej asked, slowly sitting up on his knees.

“well,” you stammered, nervous. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to. it was just an idea.”

ej smiled down at you before looking back over at nicholas. the corners of nicholas’ lips raised ever so slightly, and you just knew that he was into it.

with both of them on either side of you, they attached their lips together, clearly putting on a show just for you. you sat yourself up slightly, watching in awe without sparing a single blink.

the way they were kissing, so fluidly and in sync, made you question if they’d done it before. the way their hands found their way into each other’s hair felt rehearsed.

the idea turned you on. them kissing right in front of you turned you on. all you could do was watch your two best friends as their kiss turned messier by the second, their tongues both coming into play.

“mmm,” nicholas moaned against ej’s mouth. “she does taste good.”

they pulled back from each other after another minute, looking down at you to see your reaction. you were still just staring at them in awe, wishing you could get between them even more so than you already were.

“c’mere,” ej commanded.

you sat up on your knees like them. ej grabbed your waist and held you flush against his chest before kissing you. nicholas, from behind you, brought his hand down to your pussy and started rubbing you.

you were still sensitive from cumming, your knees buckling slightly. nicholas held you up with his arm around your waist, kissing the back of your neck.

you dug your fingers through ej’s fluffy hair and tugged on it, moaning into his mouth as nicholas massaged your pussy, your pussy that was just aching to be filled by one of them, or better yet, both.

eventually, nicholas grabbed you by the waist and pulled you from ej, laying you down on your back. the two men, both so much taller than you, knelt by your side. you were intimidated and even nervous, but way more excited for finding out what their next plan with you was.

“there’s so much i wanna do with you,” nicholas said, his eyes dark as he scanned your body. “i don’t even know where to start.”

“i’ll give you an idea,” you responded, looking up at him with big eyes. “i need one of you inside me.”

nicholas and ej met each others eyes again, like they were able to communicate telepathically. you want to be let in, to know what they were thinking.

suddenly, nicholas was spreading your legs wide enough to make room to fit himself between them.

“want my dick, baby? is that what you want?” he asked you, stroking your inner thigh, which was shaking ever so slightly. “want me to fuck you?”

“god, nicho,” you cried. “please, i need it so bad. it hurts.”

“it hurts?” said ej, who was at your side. he caressed your face, pushing strands of your hair out of the way. “we’re gonna make it feel better for you, baby. don’t worry.”

you looked up at ej with big eyes. he brought his hand down to your chin, then slid his thumb into your mouth. you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around it.

it was then that nicholas lined the tip of his swollen cock up with your pussy, and started pushing in.

you clenched your eyes shut, moaning around ej’s finger. ej watched nicholas enter you, pushing himself further and further into your pussy until he couldn’t go anymore.

“fuck,” nicholas shuddered. “oh my god. you’re so warm, baby. so fucking wet and tight.”

ej twitched, wishing he was inside you instead. but he knew his chance would come. he just had to be patient.

he pulled his thumb out of your mouth, letting your moans freely come tumbling past your lips.

“nicho,” you moaned.

“what is it?” he asked. “what do you need, sweet girl?”

“need you to move,” you told him. “please.”

he was quick to listen, pulling his hips back until half of his cock was out of you. then, he pushed back in, feeling you convulse and grip him like your life depended on it.

his pace fastened with each thrust. ej, who could only sit there and watch, brought a hand down to his clothed bulge. he gave himself a squeeze, sighing at the sensation. it wasn’t enough, not even close.

“come here,” you urged, reaching out for him.

he leaned down and you brought your lips together. he sighed into your mouth, bringing his hand up to tweak your nipple and rub it in circles with the tip of his finger.

you couldn’t believe how good you were feeling. you had two of your best friends right next to you, making you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. making you forget all about your shitty ex-boyfriend.

nicholas gripped your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, giving himself more room to thrust harder, and putting you at an angle where his cock hit the deepest part of you, making you see stars.

“fuck!” you yelled out, forced to detach from ej’s lips. “oh my—fuck, it feels so good.”

ej opted to occupy his lips around your nipple instead, sucking on the hard bud and massaging the other one. all you could do was lay there and take it, letting your best friends pleasure you.

“so good,” nicholas growled, losing his mind every time you clenched around him. “can’t believe how good you are, baby.”

you could feel your high approaching in the base of your stomach, like a wave at its peak. then, it all came crashing down.

you couldn’t even warn him as you started to cum around his cock. you just threw your head back and choked out a sob, tugging ej’s hair as nicholas fucked you through it.

“that’s it, baby,” ej cooed, watching you cum closely. “so fucking pretty when you cum.”

nicholas was staring: at your face, at your tits, at your pussy squeezing desperately around his cock. before he knew it, he was pulling out and jerking himself off to completion.

his load drenched your stomach, but you loved it. it was warm and sticky and all over you.

before you knew it, ej was dragging his fingers through his best friend’s puddle, and bringing his release up to your lips. you happily wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking nicholas’s cum off ej’s fingers.

“holy shit,” nicholas muttered in awe at the sight in front of him.

once you’d gotten every last drop, ej pulled his fingers from your mouth. the three of you took a second to rest, to catch your breath and calm down.

but it didn’t last long. ej was still bursting through his pants, utterly desperate to get a feel of you.

but of course, he was too sweet and too shy to say anything. all he could do was lay there and watch you, hoping you’d take the hint.

luckily for him, you did.

you moved to straddle ej’s bare lap. he instinctively brought his hands to your waist, watching without a blink as you gripped his cock and lined the tip up with your soaked entrance.

his cock was thinner than nicholas’s, but longer, whereas nicholas was shorter, but the girth filled you up with everything you’d ever needed.

having already been stretched out by nicholas, it was easy to sink down on ej’s cock. but it just kept going. he was so long that he kept filling you, so deep that it felt like he was in your stomach.

“oh my god,” you whispered, planting your hands on his abs. “it’s so deep.”

“yeah?” nicholas joined. “you feel him nice and deep in there?”

“yeah,” you whispered, looking down at ej underneath you.

he was looking back up at your in awe, his nails digging into your hips.

“fuck,” he moaned. “you’re so perfect.”

you couldn’t go any longer without moving, so you raised yourself up slightly on your knees before sinking back down on him, feeling every inch of him fill you up.

you couldn’t go as fast and hard as you would’ve liked, too tired from having cum twice already, but it was a nice change of pace. it was nice to get to fuck ej slow and deep, to really feel all of him.

eventually, he started raising his hips, fucking up into you to help you. it was perfect, and you couldn’t stop yourself from dragging out long moans and whimpers of ej’s name.

he found your hand and held it, squeezing it every now and then again when he hit that spot inside of you.

your bodies lazily melded together, a fluid motion. ej looked utterly delicious under you, red cheeks and swollen lips and messy hair.

and it seemed that nicholas had been thinking the same thing, as he suddenly leaned down and connected his lips to ej’s once again.

“fuck,” you whispered, watching ej’s eyes close and immediately melt into the kiss.

their kiss was hungrier than the first one, more urgent. nicholas held the side of ej’s face, digging his painted fingernails into his hair. ej moaned into his mouth, parting his lips slightly to allow nicholas’s tongue.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer watching them make out, heat pooling in your stomach.

nicholas trailed his hand to ej’s neck and down his abdomen, scraping his nails along his abs, which caused ej to shudder. he gripped nicholas’s hair, their tongue intertwined.

at that point, you were fully convinced that they’d done this before today.

nicholas pulled apart first, turning his neck to look over around his shoulder at you. he smirked at the shock and desperation on your face.

“look at her,” he snickered. “you close, baby?”

all you could do was nod your head rapidly, too far gone to even think about speaking.

“what about you?” nicholas asked, turning his attention back to ej. “are you gonna cum?”

“y-yeah,” ej sputtered. “fuck, i’m so close. oh my god.”

nicholas watched with eagerness. both of you were about to cum and he was going to get to witness it.

you were barely moving anymore, but just sitting on top of ej while he humped his hips up into you. somehow, that was just enough to push you over the edge.

“ej!” you yelped. “‘m cumming.”

ej watched you fall onto his chest, clenching around him so tight he could barely move. he held you close, quickening his pace until he, too, finally was pushed over the edge.

his entire body tensed as he dumped his load deep inside you, balls tightening as he let go. his grip on you was tight, and you only knew he was finished when he finally loosened his arms around you.

you rolled off of him, the three of you laying side by side in your bed. you were all drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

then as you looked to your left, then your right, the realization caught up to you. you just slept with your two best friends. at the same time.

what the hell were you supposed to do now?

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a/n: ok so what if i wrote this to help myself cope with a breakup im going through??? SO WHAT!!!!

[onolien]

the concept of ceo hoon is so yum.

Req are open, right? >< reader goes to visit ceo Sunghoon during work to drop him off lunch, turns out he’s been having a stressful day and uses u as a stress reliever 🫦

oh yummm

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), unprotected + office sex, spanking, praise

sunghoon was oddly quiet when you came in his office to drop off his lunch.

he let you in, locked the door, sat down in his big leather chair, and pulled you into his lap.

"bad day?" you asked softly, setting the lunch bag on his desk as you straddled him.

he doesn't answer, letting out all his pent-up frustration into kissing you messily and wet. his hands already slipped under your skirt, pushing your lace panties to the side like he didn’t care if they tore.

"need you to ride me, baby," he mumbled against your lips before pulling away to unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants down so his leaking cock springs free, hitting his abdomen. "don’t stop 'til i say so."

he lines himself up with your core, guiding your hips down, groaning as you sink onto him. your pussy wraps around him perfectly—the stretch exactly what he needed after the day he had.

he makes you turn around, back against his chest as he leans back to watch, just letting you take over and ride him like that.

"that’s it," he breathed, hands behind his head, abdomen flexing, cock already twitching from the way you suck him in. "just like that, yeah?"

your mouth parted, head falling back as you bounced on him, ass slapping down against his thighs with each drop, the sound echoing through the office.

his palm landed a sharp slap to your ass when your pace slowed, making you clench tight around him.

"keep going," he groaned, hand coming down again. "don’t make me tell you twice."

you obeyed, resuming your bouncing, back pressed to his chest, his breath hot against your shoulder.

"so good for me," he whispered, voice wrecked and breathy. "always such a good fuckin' girl."

he came a few bounces later, arms wrapped around your waist, hips jerking up as he spilled warm and deep inside you.

once he caught his breath, he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

"thanks for lunch, love."

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

[onolien]

ok its lit so irritating that i wish my works got more traction bc i work so hard on them when in reality ik im either a) shadowbanned or b) people straight up dont like me but enough abt moping lets GOON

[onolien]

i love this meal so bad

𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 (hard thought/hours)

𝖻𝖿!𝗒𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾-𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾!𝗒𝗎𝗆𝖺, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 & 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌), 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍/𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍), 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒/𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽), 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾 (𝗑2), 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝗅!)

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𝗆.𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!

you’ve been hiding again. yuma notices.

the pale pink skirt he loves. the one that flutters around your thighs and clings to the curve of your ass. is gone. hasn’t seen it in weeks. instead, it’s all oversized hoodies and thick grey sweats, nothing cute, nothing clingy. nothing for him.

and he tries. he really tries not to take it personally. but it only gets worse. you’ve stopped letting him between your legs. no sleepy thigh kisses, no hips grinding into his lap when you wake him up. you flinch when he slips a hand under your hoodie. you turn your face when he kisses too deep.

and the final straw. when he hears you whisper under your breath, eyes on your reflection:

you: “it’s disgusting… i’ve gotten bigger…”

something in him snaps. you don’t notice it at first, not until he corners you in the bedroom that night, voice low and ragged, arms braced on either side of your body like he’s trying to contain it.

y: “take it off.”

you blink, confused.

you: “what…?”

his eyes are sharp. desperate.

y: “the hoodie. take it the fuck off.”

you hesitate. it’s instinct. not because you don’t want him, but because you’re scared of what he’ll see. how your body’s changed. the parts of you you’ve learned to cover.

his jaw ticks when you don’t move. hands curl into fists.

y: “you really think i haven’t noticed? you think i haven’t seen you hiding from me? pulling away? you think i give a fuck about a little weight?”

you look down. shame pools in your stomach like lead.

you: “i didn’t want you to see me like this…”

he steps in. crowding you until your back hits the bed and you have nowhere to go. his hands are on your waist before you can breathe, gripping hard, pulling the hoodie up until your stomach’s exposed. he leans down, lips brushing just above your navel.

y: “this- is mine.”

a kiss.

he sinks to his knees. you try to protest, but he’s already tugging your sweats down, already shoving your thighs apart.

you: “wait- yuma, i-”

y: “shut up.”

he sounds angry. not at you, but at the way you’ve been denying him this. at the way you’ve let some bullshit idea of beauty steal what’s his.

y: “you’ve been hiding my pussy. walking around in those fucking ugly sweats like i don’t wanna see what’s under them.”

you’re already wet. it’s embarrassing how fast he gets you like this, just from being mad.

y: “and the worst part?”

he drags his tongue over your inner thigh, slow and rough.

y: “you think you’re doing me a favor. you think i don’t want this, don’t want you like this.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to speak before he’s eating you like it’s his last meal. loud, messy, sucking greedily at your clit while his fingers dig into your thighs like he needs to keep you open.

you cry out, hand flying to his hair.

you: “yuma- fuck-”

he groans against you, rutting his hips into the mattress like he can’t help it, like getting to taste you finally is more than enough to make him cum untouched.

y: “you hear that?”

his voice is wrecked. 

y: “hear how wet you are? this pussy’s starving. and you’re acting like you don’t wanna give it to me.”

he works you up fast. you’re shaking in minutes, thighs twitching and body arching as your orgasm hits you hard, fast, overwhelming. you try to close your legs, he won’t let you.

he holds you open with his palms, licks you clean while you whimper from the sensitivity.

you: “please- too much-”

y: “nah. you don’t get to tell me when to stop. you owe me.”

he crawls up your body. kisses your lips so you taste yourself on his tongue, fingers already sliding his sweats down. his cock’s hard, angry hard. flushed, leaking, twitching like it’s been aching for this all fucking week.

y: “i should’ve done this the second you started hiding from me.” 

he grinds against your soaked folds, and you gasp, still trembling. he doesn’t prep you.

you’re already dripping. he knows your body, knows you can take it. so he pushes in deep, slow but rough, until he’s fully buried and you’re sobbing into his shoulder.

you: “yuma- oh my god-”

y: “yeah. mine.”

he fucks you like he’s claiming you all over again. every thrust pushes you deeper into the mattress, every moan from him like a prayer.

y: “look at you. fucked dumb over my cock.”

he grabs your hand, presses it to your lower belly.

y: “feel me, baby? feel how deep i am?”

you nod helplessly, mouth open and eyes glassy.

y: “don’t ever hide from me again.”

and when you cum around him, sobbing his name and clinging to his back—he does too, groaning against your neck as he fills you up, voice breaking with how much he missed you like this.

y: “this body’s mine. this pussy’s mine. and i’ll ruin anyone who makes you think otherwise. even if it’s you.”

your thighs are still shaking.

your body’s spent. used, wet, stuffed so full you can feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs the second he pulls out. it’s hot and sticky and filthy, and you should be too tired to move. but yuma doesn’t let you go far.

you whimper when he rolls over and pulls you with him, strong hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you: “yuma… ‘m tired…”

he kisses your jaw, soft, too soft for the way his cock is already hard again against your thigh.

y: “i know, baby. just one more. just wanna see you ride me.”

his voice is hoarse. low and pleading, but not gentle. he needs it. needs to be in you again like he can’t stand even a few minutes without your pussy wrapped around him.

he guides you up, pulling your hips over his lap. you try to sit, but your legs are wobbly, useless.

you: “i can’t- don’t think i c-”

he hushes you, thumbs stroking over your hips, voice warm even as his eyes darken again.

y: “yes you can. i’ve got you. you’re gonna let me feel this pretty pussy again. gonna sit down nice and slow, yeah?”

you nod, dazed, letting him position you. the head of his cock presses against your entrance and you gasp. it’s almost too much. you’re still wet, but oversensitive, stretched, leaking from the last round.

he groans when you sink down. slow, inch by inch, your pussy struggling to take him again.

y: “fuck- you feel that, baby? still so full. still messy from me.”

you whine when your thighs settle in his lap. he’s deep again, buried to the hilt, and your body twitches from the stretch. he doesn’t move. just holds you there, his hands gripping the softness at your hips like he loves the way it spills under his palms.

y: “look at you.”

he stares, breath caught in his throat. 

y: “stuffed full of my cum, riding me like this. tell me you know how fucking pretty you are.”

you try to hide your face, embarrassed. but he doesn’t let you. one hand tilts your chin back up, makes you meet his eyes.

y: “say it.”

you whimper.

you: “i’m… i’m pretty.”

y: “you’re fucking gorgeous.”

he leans up, kisses between the softness of your breasts, your belly, your throat. y: “all of you. all this?” he squeezes your thighs, then your waist, then your ass. 

y: “mine. i want all of it.”

you move, finally. and he groans, head falling back as you roll your hips experimentally.

y: “that’s it. fuck- ride me, baby. show me what i’ve been missing.”

you start slow, unsure, still shaky. but the slick stretch of his cock inside you, the way he moans for you like he can’t handle it. it makes you brave.

you grind down, roll your hips a little harder. your thighs ache, your walls pulse with overstimulation, but it feels good. he fills you so well, his hands helping you move, holding your hips steady as you ride him sloppy and slow.

y: “god, i love this pussy. love it when you let me see you like this.”

you bury your face in his neck, crying out each time his cock hits that same deep spot. over and over and over again.

you: “f-feels so good- c-can’t take it-”

y: “yes you can.”

he slaps your ass, not hard. just enough to make you jump and clench around him. 

y: “gonna keep going until you fall apart on me. keep going until you believe me.”

your body rocks forward as he thrusts up into you suddenly, taking control. your moan is raw, ragged.

he sets the pace now. hips slamming up into yours while you bounce helplessly in his lap, thighs burning and chest slick with sweat. every thrust squelches loud between your soaked folds. you’re drooling against his neck, tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

y: “that’s it. take it. take it like the pretty little thing you are. don’t hide from me again, you hear me? i want this body. i want you.”

you cum again, without warning. your whole body locks up, pulsing and spasming around him, and he chokes out a curse when your walls clamp down.

y: “fuck- just like that, baby, fuck- gonna fill you again, yeah? want me to keep you full all fucking day?”

you nod frantically, crying out his name as he finishes deep inside you. his arms wrapped tight around your waist, holding you down on his cock as he pumps you full again, cum leaking out the sides with nowhere else to go. the room spins.

your body trembles in his arms.

and yuma. sweaty, flushed, voice barely above a whisper. kisses your jaw and holds you through the aftershocks like you’re the most sacred thing in the world.

y: “you’re not allowed to hate yourself. not when i love every single inch of you.”

© 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝖾: 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

[onolien]

just been thinking about yuma edging you with a dildo… WHO SAID THAT WTF ⁉️😦

i feel like most people will agree yuma would deffo be the freakiest in &team, i imagine he would be sooo down to make use of toys in the bedroom probably even being the one to suggest it in the first place

go wild with this i trust your big juicy brain to do this justice, the only specific thing i would love you to include would be some cutesy aftercare :] (i’m a sucker for mean dom suddenly going all soft once the deed is over oh my god)

-> no I agree yuma is def one of the freakiest members! Like he’s so possessive and controlling but in the best way

-> Here’s a link to my other masterlists!

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He definitely caught you pleasuring yourself after explicitly telling you not to and now he has to punish you because you didn’t listen to him. He would degrade you, “I told you to wait just a couple more hours for me but you couldn’t even do that, huh? You needy slut.” And you would get even hornier because fuck does he sound so sexy talking like that.

He would have you continue using your fingers at first, since you would’ve kept using them anyways if he hadn’t been there despite how much you beg to have him. He would continue to tease you, kissing and biting your neck and trialing down to your hardened nipples, flicking them with his tongue and biting if he feels that you’re close.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum when they’ve been so disobedient.”

And he’d shove your hand away the second you started showing any hint of cumming, slapping your pussy. He’d hold your hands together so you can’t do anything to yourself, opening the bedside drawer and pulling out a dildo. You whine and squirm, knowing that whenever he pulled out the dildo it meant torture for you.

“You’re smart enough to figure out what happens next, right? Or are you already fucked out on the thought of me that I need to remind you?”

Either way, he doesn’t let you answer, inching the dildo painfully slow into you. You’re writhing, the feeling of being stretched by something other than your fingers comparable to heaven. He keeps a slow pace, knowing it’s torture for you before continuing his kisses on your chest and neck. Any attempt you get at trying to kiss his lips falls flat.

“Disobedient sluts don’t get to kiss me until they understand not to touch themselves while I’m gone.”

You try to take it, nails piercing through the thick skin of his arms, as he picks up the pace, relentlessly bullying the dildo into you. The pleasure is building too quick for you to process it, his name falling off your lips like a mantra. He’s flattered, really, but that doesn’t stop him from moving his fingers down now to tease your clit. Back arching off the bed, Yuma can tell you’re close, removing any sort of contact from you.

Tears stream down your face at this point, having been denied your orgasm twice now. You weakly mutter a “please Yuma…” which results in another slap to your pussy. He scoffs, “you knew what would happen if you touched yourself when I told you not to. Not my fault you’re too stupid to understand simple commands.” He wipes your tears away with his thumb, kissing up the trail left by them, but still refusing your lips.

It’s almost like a blessing and a curse when he decides to put the dildo back in you, seemingly going harder than he was before. You can’t wrap your head around it, the feeling of being so full but so restricted all at once, all while he seems to be lovingly leaving kisses all over you.

You can feel your orgasm approaching even more, harder and faster than the last time. You cry even more, almost screaming when he rips the dildo out for a second time. “You’re understanding now, aren’t you baby? Can you be good for me?” You nod frantically, “yes Yuma… please…” he reinserts the dildo, continuing the rough pace he set before, fingers pinching your clit to further send you off the edge. It doesn’t take long before your body is shaking, one loud scream of his name ripping through your throat as he kisses you softly.

He works the dildo in you for a bit longer, helping you through your orgasm as you slowly come down. Your breathing is labored as you slowly kiss him back, sweat dripping down the side of your forehead.

“You did so well baby, I’m impressed.”

He got up quickly to get you a bottle of water, pushing your hair out of the way and helping you sit up through the shocks of your post orgasm.

“Did I go too hard?”

You shake your head no, smiling up at him. “But are you okay? You’re straining in your pants right now.” You giggle, running a hand along the clear bulge in his sweats. He laughs, caressing your face and kissing you gently.

“I’m running us a warm bath right now. You could help me out afterwards but I just wanna cuddle you.”

“Wait, I have an idea, take your clothes off.”

Yuma looks at you confused but just smiles, taking his clothes off anyways. You make him lay down, sitting in front of him, pulling his aching cock between your still wet folds.

“At least we can sit like this while the bath runs.”

“I don’t know if I can wait like this. You’re driving me insane.”

He says, slowly rocking himself back and forth between your legs. He grips your waist slightly, other hand snaking along your body to squeeze your boobs.

“Fuck baby, maybe the bath can wait…”

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[onolien]

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