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pytssamworld · 9 months

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[ATEEZ] friends with benefits | wooyoung

➳ genre: smut/suggestive, very light angst-ish? (minors dni!) ➳ ficstyle: bulletpoints ➳ pairing: fwb! wooyoung x reader (gn) ➳ warnings: friends with benefits relationship, very slight smut, dirty talk, jealousy, hint of angst pls let me know if there are any missing!

HOW IT STARTED

you knew your bestfriend was an attractive guy

you also became used to the fact that people would stare at wooyoung wherever you'd go out by now

though wooyoung and you hadn't met in a while due to his busy idol life, you still kept up via kakaotalk

and you didn't mind that he didn't even have time to call you most of the time

in fact you were just happy he was living his dream

but as a few months had gone by, you were even more happy that he finally was able to have time for you again

coming back from tour, the first thing he did is spent time with his family

and after returning back to seoul, wooyoung could not wait to meet up with you

just as you were about to leave the door, your friend called you up, asking if you had time to hang out

when you told them that you are getting ready to leave to finally meet up with wooyoung they nearly lost it

"jung wooyoung? i saw a video of him the other day, he went from good looking to straight up hot! he's like stupid hot now, idk how you're so chill around him"

you did what you always did when someone mentioned his good looks: simply just laughed it off

while being reunited with wooyoung felt like heaven

you were also more observant than usual

was it the longer hair?

the more defined arms and collarbones?

why did his throat look so sexy all of a sudden, simply sipping on a drink?

or was it the way he brushed his fingers past his pillow-like lips, small smirk plastered on his lips?

no matter what it was, you came to one major realization:

wooyoung was indeed stupid hot

"hello y/n, are you even listening to me?"

wooyoung had caught you staring a few times, obviously not listening to what came out of his mouth

and surprisingly it didn't bother him that his best friend was basically gobbling him up

no, even more so

he decided to have fun with it

blush crept across your face and you were quick to say that you were listening you just got lost in thoughts

"ah i thought you didn't pay any attention to what i said because you were too busy eye fucking me"

wooyoung was bold, you always knew that, but for some reason you felt the room getting hotter and hotter

you're face must've been completely flushed now, lips parted in shock

"so tell me, what exactly have you been fantasizing about the past few minutes i was talking to you?"

when you were a stuttering mess, trying to put a coherent sentence together, wooyoung let out a chuckle

"you know i can only give you what you want if you talk to me, baby"

you felt yourself getting dizzy the closer he was inching to you, almost like he was intoxicating

and sooner than you could think this through

you hooked up with your bestfriend

HOW IT WENT

there weren't any rules

except for one

he didn't want you to hook up or see someone else while you two were in your friends with benefits situation

he would call you up quite frequently

why do i think he has a high sex drive

he always gave you good after care

but he'd always leave right after

for others nothing much had changed

wooyoung loves physical touch, so nobody thought twice about the way he held you close

what they failed to notice though is where he sometimes would touch

if it was his hand cupping a feel of your butt

or how his hand would slide up your thigh under the table

for everyone else it would be a running joke how he calls you babe in public

and for anyone else it would've been risky how wooyoung was set on hooking up with you in the living room of the dorm, or even the dance practice studio

but for wooyoung it was something more

he loves the risk and thrill of possibly getting caught

secretly he even wanted to get caught

he wanted people to know the dirty things he does to you

HOW IT ENDED

wooyoung was definitely getting a little reckless

stealing kisses every once in a while when no-one was watching just to rile you up

or was it cause he simply couldn't resist you?

anyways, while at a movie night you hosted, your friend turned out to be the first one to catch up on your antics, pulling you aside

when they asked you what's going on with you and wooyoung, you had no other explanation except for the fact that he and your friend themselves got into your head, wooyoung was simply just your best friend

"y/n, i just stated the obvious. he is hot. but best friends don't fuck each other just because, especially with the way he's eyeing you the whole time"

and that was enough to send you into a spiral

fuck, did you have feelings for your best friend?

did he have feelings for you?

just looking at him made your heart do flips

wooyoung was excitedly patting the spot next to him, waiting for you to sit down again

swallowing the lump in your throat you decided it was a good time to get some space between you two, making your way over to sit next to yunho instead

the whole time you could feel wooyoung eyes staring while you tried to keep your eyes on the screen, occasionally laughing at the jokes yunho was telling you

while you didn't care about yunho's friendly nature and close proximity, wooyoung certainly did

you mentally cursed yourself when wooyoung was the one who insisted to stay behind to help you clean up

the two of you were engulfed in an awkward silence while doing the dishes

until his voice finally cut through the silence

"so what was the whole thing with yunho? do you like him or something?"

"what makes you think that?" you couldn't look at him, the spot on the plate being long gone, but you were still scrubbing it

wooyoung's hand sneaked on yours, making you stop, so he could finally take the clean plate from your hands and putting it down next to the sink

"well maybe cause you ignored me for him" he was starting to grow a little annoyed

there is one thing you learnt about wooyoung from all the time you've been friends

which was that when he got to a certain point, he was like a volcano waiting to bubble over any second now

before you could get a word out, wooyoung raised his voice a little

"wow, are you that desperate that you have to move to the next best person that shows any interest in you? and now you can't even say anything to defend yourself? is it because he's taller than me?"

you knew he was trying to hit where it hurts, and sadly it was working

"wooyoung, are you in love with me?"

when he snickered you could feel your heart break a little

"me in love with you? you're just my best friend, nothing more"

seeing your hurt expression instantly made him regret his harsh words

the way your heart broke made your thoughts race

he didn't love you

but you definitely had some sort of feelings for him

"i think you should leave, we both need some time apart" you saw him role his eyes at your words

for some reason you expected him to put up some sort of fight for you

but he didn't

he only agreed with your words and left, which was the last time you had heard from him in over a month

while you were ready to move on

he was surely not

too engulfed in his little jealousy outburst to realize his feelings from the beginning

just like it did for you when he was gone on tour,

distance truly made his heart grow fonder

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pytssamworld · 9 months

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Complete Relaxation Package | One-Shot (Yunho)

Rating/genre: M18+, strangers to...something; smut 💖, a hint of fluff Pairings: massage therapist!Yunho x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, massage sexy times obviously, praise, sort of like a ‘coaching you through it’ vibe, fingering, Yunho leads but isn’t really dominant exactly, a bit of cuteness Word Count: 4.8k Summary: You've been neglecting your self-care for a while now so you decide to treat yourself to a massage. You deserve it! You didn’t realize the guy you booked would be so attractive though.

A/N: This includes a misunderstanding about services being provided which could be seen as questionable consent by some. But just in case it’s not clear: reader is super into it the whole time. And just suspend your disbelief that a misunderstanding like this could happen so easily in real life lol

It’s dim and quiet in the entrance room, soft relaxing music playing under the trickle of the water. If you hadn’t just come in, you wouldn’t even be able to tell that it’s mid-morning, the sun brightly shining right on the other side of that thick wooden door, that chimed in the most gentle, non-disruptive way as you came through.

Eyes finally adjusted, you rest your forearms on the tall counter as the pretty receptionist types away at the soft-touch keys of her computer and wait patiently for her attention once again.

“Ok, perfect. I’ll show you to the room.” She comes around to you but before leading you further into the spa, she offers you ice-cold cucumber water and has you take off your shoes, slipping on a fresh pair of slippers.

You accept the refreshing glass with a smile. After weeks of running yourself thin, being looked after in any capacity is nice, even if you are paying a pretty penny for it.

“Take your time to get comfortable,” she tells you in her low soothing tone as she guides you into a cozy room with a luxurious wooden massage table in the middle. There’s a cream armchair in one corner and a table with various oils, bowls and towels on the other side. One wall is made of irregular dark grey stone, streams of water flowing down it, while another has small panes of frosted glass, lit from behind, that make the room feel almost candlelit.

She motions a hand to the armchair. “You can place your belongings here. Undress completely and lie facing down, then you can drape this sheet over you. Yunho will knock before he comes in.”

You nod, focusing on the directions closely despite how simple they are. Then she’s gone and you're left in the stillness of the room where it feels like nothing else exists. Perfect.

Quickly, you do as you’re told, taking off absolutely everything – she did say the word completely after all – before situating yourself on the massage table and slipping the ridiculously soft sheet over the middle of you.

It’s only then, as you lay there completely naked and slightly on edge still – despite the spa’s impressive attempts to ward your stress away – that you start to question whether you should’ve requested a woman instead. When the lady on the phone had listed off the massage packages and told you that Yunho was available to do your ‘complete relaxation package’ at the requested time, you hadn’t thought much of it. Good, hopefully, he'll have strong hands, had been your thought.

But now you are hyper-aware of your nakedness and the way your breasts are squished between your body and the massage table. At least your arms are somewhat covering that. Plus, he’s a professional – this is literally an everyday thing for him.

A double knock brings you out of your thoughts and then a kind voice is confirming that you’re ready before you hear him enter and the door clicks shut behind him. Should you look at him? Or is that weird?

Damn, you really need to just chill out. That’s the whole reason you’re here anyway.

“Y/N, right? It’s nice to meet you,” he says softly as he comes around the table. He doesn’t hesitate to place a hand on your lower back, light pressure over the sheet. “I’m Yunho, and I’ll be taking care of you today.”

“Nice to meet you,” you offer, keeping your voice at a low volume like his. As you speak, you lift and turn your head automatically, catching his eye when he glances over. Shyly, you smile and lower your head back into the cushioned hole of the table, immediately feeling your neck run hot because he’s really fucking cute and you so weren’t expecting that!

His other hand joins on your back, both warm palms pressing firmly over the fabric and inching outward before pressing once more. “This is your first time having this treatment, right?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Well… I really hope you enjoy it.” His voice is so warm, so welcoming, as if he’s smiling comfortingly as he speaks even though he knows you can’t see him. He continues the motions moving up your back onto bare skin, slow and deliberate presses getting you used to his touch.

Already, you feel yourself relaxing into it, the slight weight on your back, guiding your muscles to release and allow you to fully slump against the very comfortable cushioning of the massage bed.

You can already tell that his hands are as nice as his face. They’re so soft as they slide up further, pressing onto your shoulders and giving them a squeeze before he moves onto your upper arms and repeats.

“Please tell me at any point if anything is uncomfortable, if I’m going too hard or if you’d like to stop,” he recites, and you give him a contented hum in return. “Otherwise, just relax, breathe, let go of all this tension…” With that, he runs his fingers lightly down your back and legs, raising the hairs all over your body. “Can you do that for me?”

You weren’t expecting the question but something about it makes you gulp. “Uh-huh,” you sound out, trying not to wiggle in place as his hands carefully take the edge of the sheet and fold it to where he wants it – right above and below your ass so that the rest of your skin is exposed.

Relax… that’s what you have to do. Forget that your masseur is cute. Forget about all the stressors that have been plaguing you and just enjoy the freaking massage.

He starts on your back and very quickly you’re letting little sounds slip out. Normally, you wouldn’t think twice about it. But – again – Yunho is Cute. Also, you are literally one giant knot at this point so every press has you wincing and groaning in the best way. He asks about pressure but mostly stays quiet, letting his hands do the talking as they work your tightness out.

Eventually, he moves on to your arms and your hands. Then your legs and feet. Pretty soon, you’re buttery head to toe and have finally gotten the thought of your pretty masseur out of your mind, able to properly zone out to the sounds of a babbling brook.

Then, he works his way back up your legs. He focuses on one hamstring, circling your thigh with both hands and massaging up, only bringing his hands together and off you just short of… the sheet. Repeat. He does the other hamstring – the exact same movement. Repeat.

Each time, you swear he’s about to go too far. But he doesn’t and you let out a quiet little breath that had gotten stuck.

Then, he removes the sheet.

You can literally feel air against your bare cheeks as he moves, coming up by your torso once again. Now you’re really not breathing. Did he mean to remove it? Should you… say something?

Was he just looking at your ass right now? His warm hands find you again, distractingly soothing as they span across your lower back in an alternating fashion, sliding over the muscles. He’s added a bit more massage oil and now he lets his hands slide farther, over your buttocks and down the backs of your legs once more before coming all the way back up.

You have to resist the urge to squeeze your legs together. Not only because you’re not totally sure how much he can see right now but… you’re – seriously? – a bit turned on. You can feel something in your core anyways. Just the idea of this good-looking guy rubbing oil all over you…

He repeats the motion but this time, he lingers on your ass, beginning to rub circles into the muscles at the top before slowly gliding down and letting his motions get a little harder as he reaches the roundest part. With each motion, your cheeks are pulled apart a little, stimulating you in the literal tiniest way possible, but even that has you gulping, burying your head farther into the bed in embarrassment.

Surely, he can’t, like, tell, right?

To be honest, the firm touch feels really good. When was the last time you had someone digging their palms into your glutes, working over the muscles again and again until you can’t help but–

“Ahh,” you moan quietly but not as quietly as you would’ve liked to. You shut your mouth tight, cringing where he can’t see you and praying that he didn’t hear how borderline erotic that sounded.

His hands find the backs of your thighs, gripping each one and sliding up, until he’s right under your ass, his thumbs just barely ghosting the crease between what is safely leg and what is definitely not leg. Then his hands slip up, just as quickly, over your ass once more, up over your back, to your shoulders, then they’re gone.

The next thing you feel is a warm towel. Unhurriedly, he wipes off some of the excess oil from your back side then he clears his throat. “If you could roll over onto your back,” he suggests, gentle and calm, “Then I’ll do your front.”

Do your front?

You freeze for a moment before your social cues kick in and you’re lifting your head. “Oh, um… ok,” you whisper, purposely avoiding looking at him at all as you slowly flip onto your back, leaving the entire front of your body exposed to him.

It’s been a while since you’ve had a massage but you don’t remember being quite this naked. But then again, you’d only had basic back massages in the past. Not the ‘complete relaxation' whatever.

You let your eyes flutter open for just a second. He’s facing away from you, putting away the towel, getting some more oil. In the very short moment, you notice he’s tall. Very tall. Broad shoulders. Swoopy hair. Dressed in the simple black top and bottom that all the employees seemed to be wearing.

He starts to turn and you close your eyes again, doing your absolute best to appear normal.

Totally relaxed. That’s what you’re supposed to be. A little hard when your friend, the sheet, has disappeared. But then again, a giddy insane part of you kind of hopes he at least likes what he sees. Because you certainly like what you see.

He positions himself above your head, large hands coming down over your collarbones, thumbs brushing the junction of your neck and shoulders, starting to work the area out from a different angle. You’re always so tight here and right away, you can feel yourself wincing.

“Too hard?”

“Mm-mh,” you squeak out with a little shake of your head. “Just sensitive.”

He hums in response, a low warm sound, but just continues, taking your permission and going with it. “You’re very tense,” he whispers after another moment, the quiet tone feeling weirdly intimate since he’s hovering right above you.

“Just… been very busy lately,” you get out with the little breath you have because he’s massaging a little wider now, across the top of your chest, out and up over the front of your shoulders, then again, expanding his coverage until he’s brushing lightly over your breasts as well, each pass spreading a little bit more lubrication.

You feel yourself gulp again and pray once more that he doesn’t notice. But one more caress over them and your nipples are getting hard so, fuck, he’s definitely going to notice that.

“All the more reason to treat yourself.” Is this man capable of sounding anything other than soothing? Well, you suppose he’s had a lot of practice.

“You’re probably right.” It’s even quieter but you can tell he hears you by the quiet active listening hum he emits.

His hands slide down over your tummy and outwards, coming back up along your ribcage, then back around your breasts. When he circles them, you’re once again a little surprised after being lulled for a short moment back into a peaceful state. But he simply massages them delicately for a few seconds before moving on, and repeating the whole flowing motion again.

He moves down to your legs, spending only a short while on your calves before focusing on the fronts of your thighs, using firm sweeping motions over the large muscle and making it twitch at the sensitivity when he digs in a little harder on a tight spot. “Take some deep breaths.”

“I’m fine,” you say softly.

“Still,” he encourages, the words coming out so naturally. “You're tense. Too in your head.” Once again, he sounds so kind. Like he’s smiling a little as he talks.

Surely, he could understand why you might be in your head.

Feeling like you should listen, and also kind of wanting to please him, you draw air deep into your lungs, attempting to fill them for the first time in the whole session.

“Good,” he praises quietly, switching with controlled movements to the other thigh.

You continue to do so, partly because you kind of like the way he says the word, but also because it does actually feel nice, the new rhythm of breathing seemingly allowing your heart to finally slow properly.

With a hand flat on each thigh, he runs them up and over your hips to your tummy and back down. His thumbs come close enough for you to feel it between your legs. The muscles low in your tummy react. Just enough for you to realize that you’re actually getting wet from this, despite trying to keep your mind on everything other than the fact that his big strong hands are all over you.

You have to stop. He’s a professional, and frankly, clearly very good at what he does. You need to get it together–

His hands graze over the same path but this time his thumbs do brush between your legs, ghosting along your lips, so quick and light that you're almost not sure it happened. But then he does it again and – yep, you definitely didn’t imagine it.

Did he… mean to do that? You feel yourself getting hot from embarrassment but you’re not sure if it’s for him or for yourself.

As he slips his hands upwards once again, you can feel his presence move, coming to stand by your torso. He trails up to your tummy, over your breasts for a gentle squeeze before they go all the way back down. This time, as he pulls back up your legs, his hands dip inwards, slipping easily along your skin and into the creases of your thighs before continuing up over your hips. It’s enough to have your breath hitching. You can feel it in your clit.

“Uh,” you breathe out so quietly.

He doesn’t stop, slowly repeating the motion, and making you nearly twitch in pleasure.

Your eyes flutter open. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Mmh, this is part of the complete relaxation package,” he explains simply, finishing with the slightest questioning tone.

Before you have a chance to comprehend his words, one hand slips up your inner thigh again and comes to rest right next to your pussy. It feels like so much despite the total lack of contact in any place that you actually need it.

It’s silent for a moment, just the sounds of rainfall, a flute instrumental, and your heart beat. Then he catches your eyes, gives you a soft earnest look, and innocently asks: “May I continue?”

You blink a few times before nodding, your eyes squeezing shut when his hand moves, slipping up over your core, brushing so minimally over your sensitive bud before he’s once again flowing up over your tummy, your breasts, back down to your thighs. If you weren’t so turned on, you could see the flowing repetition becoming hypnotizing.

Like it’s nothing, he carefully maneuvers your legs, bending them slightly at the knees and letting them fall to the sides; you follow without resistance though you're not really breathing any more. Your tummy is doing flips as his hands slide up your inner thighs again, lightly squeezing in circular motions, closer and closer to your centre, until he’s delicately caressing his thumbs over your lips, switching out his firm pressure for a softer touch.

You finally suck in a breath then a little mewl falls out of you. He’s really touching you right now – pretty fingers brushing over your pussy teasingly, slipping up and down, completely avoiding your clit and your entrance which you’re sure is embarrassingly wet.

Bravely, you peek at him where he stands over you. He’s so calm, focused on what he’s doing, but after a few seconds, he notices you, meeting your gaze with a subtle look.

Shy, you tilt your head back, escaping his gaze and letting out a shaky breath that’s a sore excuse for the moan that’s wanting to come out instead.

“Feel ok?” he asks, and you can only whimper out a little affirmation as he starts to graze between your folds with each push of his hand between your legs, fingertips teasing at your hole each time and subsequently spreading your arousal around.

Your mind is a mess. You don’t understand. How does it feel so good?

Why are you even letting this happen?

But also, fuck, please don’t let him stop.

“You’re not breathing,” he scolds playfully.

“I just–” His fingertip skims over your clit. “Fuck–”

One grounding hand slides up your tummy to rest at the centre of your chest while the other cups you, still rubbing circles over your core with the flats of his fingers but with barely any pressure. “Relax for me. … Please?”

The way he speaks isn’t objectively seductive but the way it’s so gentle but confident is still doing so much for you. It makes you want to listen. So you take in a deep breath, shaky on the exhale but, hey, you’re trying.

“Good. Again?” he offers softly just as he dips two fingers between your folds and drags them up over your clit and back down.

Your breath is audible, turning into a weak sob that you try to stifle, but the room is so damn quiet that it sounds like it practically echoes. The room is so quiet that you can even hear how ridiculously soaked you are when he repeats the stroking motion, starting up a slow rhythm that has you quickly losing your mind.

“Oh, shit,” you whine under your breath, your hands gripping at the sheets at your sides.

He doesn’t react, not as far as you can tell anyway, from the way you're arching, head pressing back. He just continues, letting the bundle of nerves slide between his slippery fingers, unwavering as he moves just a touch faster. It’s languid and toe-curling and you can’t believe a stranger is sending ripples of pleasure through you. And so easily too.

On one hand, it feels wrong but on the other...

You let out another stifled moan, something along the lines of “so good” coming out with it as well, making your hands spring up to cover your face.

He responds with a contented: “Good. But I’m not going to move on until you fully relax your body.”

Move on? Hell, you didn’t want him to move on.

“How am I supposed to…?” you whisper, sounding even whinier than you intended too. But it’s just because he’s rubbing harder now, focusing a finger directly on your clit to swirl over it in consistent circles. “Fuck.”

“Just relax into it,” he whispers, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. His hand moves from your chest and wraps around your wrist, gently moving it. You quickly take the cue, lowering both your arms back to your sides and taking in a deep breath in an attempt to follow instruction.

The pleasure washes over you, emanating out from your pussy in waves. You’re worried you might come. Right here, right now.

His free hand finds its way back to your chest but instead of the light pressure on your sternum, he takes hold of one of your breasts and starts to softly knead it, lightly pinching the nipple every time his fingers slide over it.

Your breath catches but you quickly try and even it, letting your jaw stay dropped open as more and more humiliating little moans come out of you.

“I–... I’m–” You couldn’t say it. “Yunho, I–”

“It’s ok. Just relax. … Give into it,” he coos, voice completely steady.

“Oh, god,” you whine under your breath, because now there’s really no going back. You’re towering over the edge and his talented fingers are nudging you closer and closer at the speed of light. Your head tilts all the way back, body arching into his touch. You don’t even realize you’re saying it until you hear your own choked voice saying “please”.

He pinches your nipple harder and you go hurtling into your orgasm, panting as you try to hold in your moans, sounding even more pathetic because you’re trying to hide them to no avail. Your legs shake and after a few seconds, they’re jerking closed around his arm, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation he’s feeding you to pull you through your climax. It’s only then that he slows dramatically, letting out a little groan himself though he keeps it very quiet.

“Good… There you go,” he says softly, moving the hand on your chest to rub over your torso, over your hip, onto the tops of your thighs as he helps them fall back open. Despite the occasional twitch, you find yourself relaxing from the firm touch, his hand between your legs having now switched to palming over your pussy, letting you fully come down.

You let out a long breath, keeping your eyes closed because now you definitely can’t look at him. It’s easier to stay un-panicked this way, just enjoying the way he’s touching you and ignoring the reality of the fact that you just came. And hard too.

“You’re doing really well.” Something about the way he says it feels different, less professional or practiced than other things he’s said. Like maybe he doesn’t say that all the time. You can’t believe the way it makes you a little bit happy, but then again nothing that you’re feeling right now makes a lot of sense.

“Th-thanks,” you breathe out, unsure if that even makes sense to say.

He cups you a little more firmly for a few moments before lifting his hand away. You don’t know what happens now. Is it done? Does he just… go and leave you to re-dress? You don’t have the guts to ask, or even to open your eyes to see what he’s doing.

“You’re so much more relaxed now,” he observes, his voice still sounding close to you.

As you nod, you feel his hand again but this time it’s just a few fingers – maybe two? – slipping between your folds, prodding at your abundant wetness. You try not to tense but your breath still catches, not having expected the feeling. Then he’s pushing slowly into your hole and somehow you really weren’t expecting that feeling.

“Oh my–” you choke.

“Don’t tense,” he reminds you.

Immediately, you try your best to let go of your muscles, especially your pelvic floor that you’d instinctively tightened around him as he sunk in to the first knuckle.

Holy shit. You didn’t realize how much you were needing something inside you until now.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan as he presses in a little more, stretching you on his big fingers. “Mmh– you feel so good, fuck. Please.” It comes out of you quicker than you can stop it.

“I’m gonna take it slow, Y/N,” he reassures, and you can’t decide whether that’s what you want to hear or not but you let out a little whine anyway. His fingers slide in and out so easily as you succumb to it more and more.

“Good,” he says again too quietly, pushing his fingers in as deep as they go until you're whimpering and tilting your hips towards his hand, begging for more. “Don’t think about anything other than my hands. Nothing else exists. Let yourself sink into the feeling.”

He bends his fingers as he drags them back out and pushes in again, massaging just as he’d massaged every other part of you, applying pressure to the sensitive front wall.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, hips canting with each thrust because that feeling is already simmering inside of you, driving you crazy with need.

You’re just really starting to find your rhythm, your little movements with your intentional breaths, when he pulls out, brushes over your clit a few times then starts to press back in with an additional finger. “Ahh,” you moan brokenly. The fullness is incredible and you tighten without meaning to at delicious stretch.

“You can take it. Relax for me? Good… Just like that,” he coaxes, sinking in the rest of the way until you’re completely full. “You can take so much when you just let go.”

Fuck, you want him to keep talking, keep walking you through it in his calming voice. Tell you how good you are. And you really want to hear him groan again, pleased with how you’re listening and how your body is cooperating.

He starts fucking three fingers into you, a slower drag out paired with a harder press back in, making you let out a tiny little whimper each time. After just a few seconds, you know you won’t be lasting long. The pull inside of you is so much more intense now, his fingers much bigger than three of your own.

“Shit.” You squirm where you lay, fingers tugging at the sheet, little flustered sounds falling from your lips as you try to say something but all that’s in your mind are more curse words. You want to tell him not to stop, that you can take it, that you need it. But it feels so good that you can’t even think.

Maybe it’s not necessary; maybe he can just read you ridiculously well because he’s picking up speed, making the wet lewd sound of your arousal ring out in the room. His other hand presses to your lower stomach, putting slight pressure right above your pubic bone and suddenly everything is even more intense, your abdomen flooding with a pulsing pressure each time he pumps into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is falling from your mouth and then every muscle in your body is contracting as you come with inconceivable force, a cry ripped from your throat.

“Fuck,” he curses between the breaths of his own exertion, almost too low for you to hear. But you do and it just makes you clench around him harder as the waves of your high rush over and drown you.

You gasp as the feeling breaks and your limbs release, dropping limp to the massage table.

Following your cues, he lets his free hand slide down to place pressure over your swollen clit as the hand inside you slowly comes to a stop.

“Holy shit, I…” you breathe out awkwardly, not sure where you are even trying to go with it as your arms tiredly come up to cover your face. You’re overwhelmed with embarrassment – you can’t believe you came that hard – to the point that nothing even feels real.

Gently, he pulls out but continues the warm pressure against you. After a few more moments, he asks, “How do you feel?”

“Good,” you sigh from behind your arm barrier. Because that really is the overpowering sensation still flitting through your body.

He removes his touch. Then, a second later, a larger sheet is being placed over you as you straighten your legs back out. “You might be a little shaky or cold,” he explains as he covers the length of you, then rests a hand on your thigh over top. “Our time is up so I’ll go and you can get dressed. Unless… you want me to stay another minute?”

“Oh,” drops quietly from you, the fact that the service is over clicking into place abruptly. “Right. Um… can you stay a moment?” you ask shyly, bringing your arms down so you can see him glancing up at you. You aren't ready for him to disappear.

“‘Course,” he responds with a tiny nod, giving your thigh a squeeze. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

You take in a deeper breath, trying not to think too hard about how handsome he is (and the fact that he just had his fingers inside you). “Me too.”

For a moment, the eye contact is intense, neither of you able to look away, and you can’t help the flutter in your stomach. This whole thing feels very backwards.

It takes you a second to muster up the courage before you ask: “Did you… um, enjoy yourself as well?”

He breaks into a little chuckle as he lets his head drop forward into a bashful nod. “I did.” It’s the first time in the whole hour that he’s seemed shy or nervous. It actually makes you feel better. It’s fucking cute honestly.

He looks even cuter when he smiles wide at you, and you feel the fluttering in your tummy again. “Maybe I’ll come back then,” you offer, emboldened by what you’re hoping is a blush on his ears.

He’s quiet for a moment, smiling down at the floor before he meets your eyes with his pretty brown ones. “Please do.”

A/N: ayyy more ATZ! and finally it's not an orgy lol. who would you want to see next? thank you for reading my friends!! :D

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