ryuyejiho

[ryuyejiho]

hi i been loving your content for so long! you write for every group i stan lol love it <3 i was wondering if you were taking requests.

if you are, is it okay to ask for some Jungkook (slightly angsty) smut? let's say that reader and him are strict fwb, both of them being busy with their lives, can't commit or idk whatever you think fits best, but he finds out she's been talking to her ex. can it be him TRYING to be sooo nonchalant, but he can't, he gets sooo jealous. can he also get all cocky mentioning her ex while they are you knowwww... i love me a "composed" (not really) man hehehe

i'm so excited to see what you come up! if you do, thank so much for your attention! lots of love for what you do haha <3

(can her ex be changmin from tbz, just because i love them both!!! if not, that's okay, too!!)

- anon 🫐

"If Not Mine, Then No One's" Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut, Angst Summary: They were just friends — with rules, with boundaries. But he couldn't stand the thought of her with anyone else, even when he swore it didn't mean anything. Possessive, jealous, and too proud to admit the truth, he's breaking every rule just to keep her close. Word Count: ~2.5k

The TV screen endlessly flew the same series, every now and then asking if I should skip the intro of the next episodes. Jungkook sat next to me on the couch with his arms crossed, his leg twitching nervously. Every now and then he would glance at me, out of the corner of his eye.

I, on the other hand, sat with my phone in my hand, texting with my friend. Okay... With my ex. Recently, we started talking again, and things were going well. Just now we were groping one of the girls he was on a failed date with.

Seeing another glimpse of Jungkook, I put the phone down on the couch between us. But the phone vibrated again so I picked it up. I laughed quietly reading the message which didn't escape Jungkook's attention. His gaze shifted slowly to me, then to the phone leaning slightly to the side.

"Changmin?" he asked. Before I had time to react in any way, he had already continued speaking. 

"Of course it's Changmin. And I foolishly thought it was me you were supposed to have a good evening with"

"Stop it. That's not what you're thinking about. We're just gossiping" I raised my eyes, furrowing my brow.

"Sure. Because, after all, I'm only supposed to warm you up and fuck you. You leave the gossiping to your ex" he laughed without a shadow of humor.

"You're exaggerating. After all, it's just texting"

"You know what, after all, it's an awesome deal. You have your ex to chat and gossip and me to fuck whenever you want" he chuckled, getting up abruptly from the couch.

"What the hell do you mean now?" I said raising my voice.

"What I mean is that I'm sitting here like an idiot watching you have more fun writing with your ex"

"Seriously, Jungkook? Are you making a scene out of something like that?"

"No, not a scene" he moved closer, leaning over me and resting his hands on the back of the couch. His voice was calm and quiet but his eyes were angry. "It's just a little funny to me that you've been fucking me for a year as if your life depended on it, and yet you still have the desire and time to reminisce with your ex"

"Not reminiscing, he was just telling me about..." I didn't have time to finish when he brought his face closer to mine so that I could feel his breath on my lips.

"He was telling you. I wonder if you also tell him how you moan my name with your throat torn out from screaming? Or do you keep it just for me? Because if not, I feel a little unappreciated" he said.

I opened my mouth but ran out of words. My heart was pounding like crazy, I didn't expect such a reaction from him.

"What the fuck is this? You have no right to be jealous"

"And you have no right to pretend that this is nothing. That you only need me for sex, and then you can go back to writing with the past"

"You're the one who made these rules!"

"Because I can't have you! And if I can't, no one else can either" he growled but suddenly fell silent. As if because he had said a word too much. As if he had said something he hadn't planned to say.

Suddenly something jumped in his gaze. He grabbed my neck and pulled me into a kiss, wild and aggressive. He laid me down on the couch and positioned himself over me without pulling his lips away.

His whole body pinned me to the couch, his hands caught my wrists immobilizing them. After a moment, his lips were at my ear.

"When was the last time you screamed in pleasure with him, hmm? Did he also make you shake for another hour afterwards?"

His mouth was greedy, his teeth hooked on my lower lip every now and then until I felt the metallic taste of blood. But he didn't interrupt. His hand slid lower —  to my hip and then pressed firmly between my thighs, pushing them apart without asking.

"I'll show you why you don't deserve anyone but me" I moaned, to which he laughed quietly, mischievously. "Exactly. That's how you sounded the first time I comforted you after you two broke up. Do you remember? Did you already tell Changmin that too? Look at me."

He commanded by grabbing my chin and violently, but not painfully, forced me to make eye contact. He began unbuttoning my pants, without taking his eyes off me. He did it slowly. Every move was planned to show me that he had power over me — that he was taking it away piece by piece.

"Tell me... when you were texting with him, were you also this wet?" he whispered right next to my ear while simultaneously pushing his hand into my underwear. I closed my eyes and didn't say anything.

"Answer me" he repeated firmly, pressing on my clit with more force.

"No" I breathed out at which he smiled.

"Exactly"

My hips drifted toward him on their own — as if they wanted more. Jungkook watched me closely. At my twitching hips and knees, at my rapidly sinking chest, at my uncontrollable sighs.

"Yes, just like that..." he whispered with satisfaction as I moved impatiently under his touch. He slid my pants down halfway down my thighs, then completely. He moved confidently, without haste — as if he wanted to show me exactly how much control and dominance he had over me.

"I'm touching you and you don't even try to interrupt me. Because you want me. All of me. You're addicted to me" I nodded, not sure why myself.

"Say it. Admit it to me" he demanded and his fingers stood in motion.

"I want you"

"No. Say I'm the only one" he corrected and his gaze bore into me.

"You're the only one" I whispered.

"Good. So now show me how much you feel it" he said.

He started kissing me lower and lower — on my neck, between my breasts, on my belly. He grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me violently to him, driving his gaze into my eyes.

"You're spreading your legs in front of me faster than you can read the messages from your fucking Changmin" he hissed after he positioned himself between my thighs.

I clenched my teeth but my body betrayed me on every side. He saw it — and it turned him on a lot.

I groaned, trying to catch breath as he crushed me with the weight of his body, one hand holding my wrists above my head, the other pulling his sweatpants down.

"Look at me" he growled, tightening his fingers on my wrists, after a moment adding "At me, not at the fucking phone. I want to see your eyes when you forget who you were before I came along"

He entered me roughly, brutally with a force that forced me to forget everything but him. His every move was punishment and reward at the same time.

"Changmin, right? All he does is talk crap to you on the phone and I have you smashed underneath me, all for me. And you know it well" he chuckled through clenched teeth. My body was writhing under him, begging for more. His movements were fast, hard, full of control.

"I never want to hear his fucking name again. Once you mention him again I will remind you who you belong to. Understood?" he said firmly, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Yes..." I whispered, losing my voice between shaky breaths.

"Louder"

"Yes, understood"

"Good girl" he smiled triumphantly.

His lips reached mine again, kissing me as if he wanted to destroy me and at the same time show how much he wanted me. His hips thrust into mine with great precision. There was no gentleness in it, only strength, need and power.

"You are mine, do you hear? Not his. Not any other. Just. Fucking. Mine" He growled between successive thrusts.

He clamped his hand on my throat, not choking — just holding as if to remind me that I belonged to him at that moment.

"I wonder if he ever caught you like that. Did you lie under him and beg for more. Because with me you can't even close your legs" he whispered with irony in his voice, looking me straight in the eyes.

I trembled, and he felt it. And that only fueled his confidence.

"You don't have to tell me that I'm better. I know it. I can hear it in your every moan, feel it in every twitch of your body" he snorted violently near my ear.

He grabbed my thighs, lifted and spread them even wider. He pounded into me so hard that I cried out until my voice broke, at which he smiled triumphantly.

"Just like that. Loudly. So that I have no doubt that it's my name on the tip of your tongue, not his"

My body shook beneath him. I was all his. And he took it brutally, mercilessly for himself.He didn't slow down. Each of his thrusts drove me deeper into the couch. I had no control - he wouldn't let me have it even for a second. Every muscle in his body tensed as if he was fighting with himself not to go even further.

"Do you know why I'm fucking you like this? Because I want you to sit there later with your phone with your legs spread and feel that I fucked you. Not him. Me" he hissed through clenched teeth, clenching his fingers tightly on my hips

I moaned protractedly, feeling my whole body burn from the inside out. And he only smiled triumphantly.

"I don't need your words. Your body lies worse than you do. But when you scream my name? That's when I know I'm winning" he growled, leaning in and biting my lower lip.

He clamped his fingers on my throat tighter, more secure, giving me no escape with his eyes. I looked only at him — at his face full of tension, lust and fury. And I knew that at that moment he was deciding everything.

"Don't look anywhere else. Only at me. I want you to remember that look when you come" he said quietly, and then he pounded into me even harder, even faster — without any brakes.

My fingers trembled holding on to his shoulders and my heart pounded like crazy. I tried to say something but only let out a squeal when he slammed his palm against my buttock with all his strength.

"You're giving me more than you've given him throughout the relationship. And I don't even have to try. I just take" he snarled mockingly.

And that's when I burst. My whole body shook in delight, so strong that I screamed his name like a plea and a confession at the same time.

He stopped after a while, breathing hard, still above me, looking straight into my eyes he pressed his hips hard against mine cumming deep inside me. He did not move away. He didn't say anything.

Finally, his body settled slightly to the side. He was breathing heavily, leaning with his forehead against my shoulder. I was literally shattered. My every muscle was trembling, my head was humming, and my heart was pounding like crazy.

Without a word, I got up, stood shakily on my feet and began to gather my clothes.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a hoarse, low voice, still not moving from the couch.

"I'm going out"  I replied quietly while putting on my underwear.

"No" he said firmly.

"You're not going to tell me what to do" I said without looking at him. I didn't dare.

"I will. Because I won't let you leave after this as if it means nothing" He sat down, rested his elbows on his knees, looking at me with the same dark look.

"You won't let me? Really? And what have you been doing for a year? You fuck me, then you close in on yourself like a fucking wall and pretend we have nothing in common"

"Because nothing was supposed to be between us" he furrowed his brow.

"And yet you get fucking mad when I write with someone else. When I talk about Changmin. When I look anywhere but at you!"

He stood up abruptly, in two steps he was beside me. He grabbed me firmly by the wrist and pulled me to turn around.

"Because I want you. And I hate that you could want someone else. That someone else could have you. To touch you. To hear you the way I hear you"

I shook my head and wanted to pull my hand out of his grasp but in vain.

"You were the one who made the rules. You were the one who didn't want a relationship. And I was stupid enough to accept it.... and now I don't even know if it hurts me more that I have you this way or that I can't have it any other way" I whispered.

His jaw tightened, as if struck by those words. His eyes fled to the side for a moment.

"Don't say that" he growled, as if that would save him.

"Why? Because it's easier for you to take me like a thing than to admit that you feel something too?"

He grabbed my neck, again, but differently. He held me close, his forehead pressed against mine. His eyes were closed.

"I don't know what it is. I don't know how it happened. But I know that as soon as you look at someone else I feel like killing them. Do you understand that? I'm afraid of losing you. I'm afraid you'll leave.... because I'm fucked up and I don't know how to go about it" his voice was sharp, but he trembled slightly.

Silence hung between us. I felt his breath on my lips, felt his fingers tremble on my neck.

"I wish I could just have you without the fucking insecurity, without all the fucking rules I set myself. But I can't stand it" he said breaking on the last words.

I looked at him and my heart beat faster, as if what was happening was just some weird dream.

"So don't let me go"  I said finally. He stared into my eyes with such a desperate expression on his face that I almost felt as if all the anger, frustration and maybe something more that he had been holding inside all this time exploded in that one moment.

"I don't want to lose you" he whispered again, as if he had finally said something he had been afraid to say all along.I pressed my lips to his. Almost immediately he began to move them — not roughly, not urgently. Just quietly. Slowly. As if that one kiss could make time stand still.

[ryuyejiho]

req for ateez reaction where their crush has never been asked out or anything before so she gets mad at him for asking her out (bc she thinks it’s a prank) thxxxx

Hey! I’m not really into writing full group reactions — I usually go for one-shot type stuff with specific members. Let me know if you'd like something like that instead! 🫶

[ryuyejiho]

I saw you asked what should you write I'm thinking

Stray kids lee know x female ninth member

Like stray members before they debut they found out that bangchan picked a female member and all the members were stunned by her beauty, but also why a female member, and she was 🇹🇭🇰🇷, and they debut all nine, 3 years later some of the members had a crush on her like lee know and hyunjin and they were arguing we will win (leeknow) did, like make it interesting and fun please

"I Hate That I Need You" Lee Know ft. Hyunjin

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader ft. Hyunjin

Genre: Angst/Fluff (?)

Summary: He never said it out loud, but the way she smiles at him makes his blood boil… and his heart ache.

Word Count: 1k

After Stray Kids officially debuted, JYP announced a new experimental project — training a future solo artist who was expected to debut in three years. The girl was personally picked by the group’s leader to shadow them as a trainee. She was meant to learn from their stage experience, join rehearsals, training sessions, studio work, and even occasionally travel with them as support or a backup dancer.

Even though she wasn’t technically part of the group, she quickly became a regular presence in their everyday life. She had charm, talent, and this natural charisma that just drew people in — especially Lee Know and Hyunjin.

Their dynamics with her couldn’t have been more different.

Minho pretended she annoyed him and acted like he didn’t notice her at all, but the second someone else showed interest in her, the jealousy practically oozed out of him.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was open with his affection — he complimented her often, talked and laughed with her, made it very clear he liked her.

Even now, during a simple dance practice for a new routine, the two of them had burst into laughter over the most random thing. Minho, standing by the mirror, watched their reflection as they joked and giggled together. Eventually, he snapped.

“You guys here to flirt or train?” he said coldly, eyes still fixed on the mirror.

“Getting jealous again?” Hyunjin laughed and dropped onto the couch.

“Do you seriously have nothing better to do than laugh with him like an idiot?” Minho muttered a little more quietly, in that calm tone of his that always signaled a storm coming.

“What’s your problem now?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow as she turned to ask.

“You were supposed to be here to train. Not flirt,” he said, finally looking directly at her.

“Are you actually jealous... or do you just really not like me that much?” she asked and that’s when Minho lost it. He walked over to her with heavy steps.

“Don’t like you? No. But I see how you look at him, how you smile at him. And you know what? I hate it,” she froze, surprised, but he kept going. “You can talk to him, dance with him, even laugh with him like a fool. But at the end of the day, it’s me you look for. I’m the one you ask if the dance was good. I’m the one you actually listen to when I tell you you messed up.”

“Why are you saying this?” she asked, and he clenched his jaw like he wanted to swallow his words — but it was too late now.

“I don’t know what this is. And I don’t want to name it. But this isn’t just some passing interest if I’m starting to hate anyone who gets too close to you,” he said, his eyes locking with hers with an intensity that pinned her in place.

Hyunjin had been watching them the entire time, and his expression was getting darker by the second.

“Seriously?” he spoke with a mocking tone.

“Mind your own fucking business” Lee Know hissed, but Hyunjin didn’t stop.

“Why? Maybe I should stay out of it, but I’ve been watching you hurt her for years — and for some reason she still thinks you’re the best,” his voice was calm but laced with sarcasm. “If I had what you have, I’d never pretend I didn’t like her.”

Minho let out a dry laugh, but it wasn’t sarcastic this time.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re an idiot. She deserves more than your two versions — the one that wants her, and the one that pretends she doesn’t exist.”

Her heart was pounding. Minho glanced at Hyunjin with a strange mix of regret… maybe jealousy, maybe fear. Then he looked back at her.

“I know I hurt you. But I don’t know how not to want you. And if you end up liking someone else... it’ll break me,” he said, breathing in sharply.

Hyunjin stared at them for a long, tense moment before something inside him snapped. His eyes filled with anger. Without a word, he grabbed his bag and phone. He walked past Minho, brushing his shoulder, but Minho didn’t move. He was still staring at her.

The door slammed shut, leaving behind a heavy silence.

She stood frozen, still processing what he’d said. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Eventually, she looked at Lee Know — his jaw was still clenched, and he hadn’t looked away once. He didn’t say anything, but the storm in his eyes gave him away — anger, regret, something he was desperately trying to contain.

“You didn’t have to say that in front of him. You have no right to be jealous,” she whispered, trying to stay calm, but her voice trembled.

“I have a right… because every time I watch him take you away, even for a second, and then you come back to me like nothing happened I lose it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” his words were messy, unsure. Neither of them wanted to say it out loud, but they both knew something between them had shifted and couldn’t be stopped now.

He took a deep breath, like he was about to say something more — but instead, he just turned toward the door. Right before touching the handle, he paused.

“Do whatever you want. But next time you dance with someone else… be careful. Because I don’t know what I’ll do,” he said with a low, breaking voice.

The door slammed shut again, leaving her in silence. Her heart was trembling as she stood there, trying to process everything.

Before she could even move, the door opened again and Minho came back inside. This time, there was no anger — just something softer in his eyes.

“Look... what I said... I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry,” he said quietly, walking toward her slowly. She didn’t know what to say, but he kept going. “I just… wanted you to know it’s not that I don’t want you to dance with anyone else. That’s not it. I honestly don’t know what’s happening with me, but watching you smile at him like that? It killed me. I’m stupid, and I can’t hide it. I just…” he trailed off, searching for the right words.

He looked at her for a moment, then simply pulled her into a hug. His arms wrapped around her gently, like he was afraid she might slip away. There was no anger left, no coldness — just this strange kind of tenderness that hung between them in the silence.

“I don’t think I can explain it. But I know I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered into her hair.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling all that tension dissolve into a quiet calm spreading between them.

“I think I get it,” she finally said, hugging him tighter, her heartbeat syncing with his.

Minutes passed in silence. But it wasn’t heavy. It was full of understanding.

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I hope you like it. I really tried my best to understand the topic and write it as well as I could 🩷

[ryuyejiho]

Hi, just wanted to let you know you can send me ideas or requests for imagines anytime! 🫶

[ryuyejiho]

"I won't hurt you, love" - San

Pairing: San X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Masturbation, Oral, Orgasm, Dirty words, Porn, Dominance, Roommate

Summary: The annoying roommate starts masturbating in the next room, instead of going to shut him up you get horny yourself and before you think you're lying under him on the bed.

Word Count: ~2.6K

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I passed him without even deigning to look at him and left the kitchen, behind me I heard only a snort of laughter so I pushed the door so that it closed with a loud crash. San was annoying on his own but when we were arguing it was even worse. He acted mean and arrogant, looking down on me with such confidence as if he were at least a king who was catcalling his enemy.

I was so pissed off at him that I couldn't get to sleep so I turned on a movie which I played quietly hoping that it would make me fall asleep. Unfortunately, the movie turned out to be quite strong erotic so now instead of falling asleep, I tried to calm my mind and... my pussy.

Halfway through the movie I began to hear quiet moans. At first I was sure it was in the movie, but when the scenes turned into a regular meeting of friends and I continued to hear someone's voice I was strongly surprised. I eavesdropped on where it could be coming from, but when I couldn't match from which corner of the room the sounds were coming I stopped the movie and then in a flash I understood.

San.

It was San's moans. My heart literally stopped and I didn't even notice for how long I held my breath until I started to choke. Fucking Choi San had just moaned in the next room where we were literally separated only by the wall by which our beds stood. I didn't know what to do, whether I should say something, hit the wall or go to him.

For a while I tried not to pay attention, but it became increasingly difficult when his moans became louder and louder. Or it was me who began to focus on them when I started to feel a gentle tingling in my pussy.

I hit the headrest of the bed with the back of my head to drive away all my thoughts of him. But honestly, I was damn curious what he looked like now. Was he sitting on the bed or maybe lying down. Whether he was in clothes or all naked. Whether he was doing it with his hand, a toy or maybe rubbing himself against a pillow, for example.

At this thought, my hips began to move of their own accord and my increasingly aching pussy sought some sort of rubbing. My hand traveled along my body, from my breasts to my belly and pussy. I ran two circles over my clit and, horrified, quickly took it away when it occurred to me what I was doing.

I never would have thought that I would be masturbating to moans and imagining San right behind the wall. After a moment's thought, I decided that I was indulging in too much and started slapping my hand against the wall. Unfortunately it was to no avail, I thought maybe he didn't hear so I got up and left the room heading for his door.

For a moment I hesitated between knocking and shouting but decided to hit it. And that was a big mistake. I didn't notice that they were ajar so that when I hit them the door opened wide and in front of me appeared San lying on the bed in just a T-shirt. His hand was on his member which he was pumping at a steady pace, his eyes firmly closed and his mouth wide open. I stood there and looked at him in shock and... excitement. And finally, as if sensing my presence, he looked at the door and, seeing me there, momentarily covered himself with a pillow. But he began to smile.

"Did you have to come?" he asked in a pretentious voice.

"Well I'm sorry but you're drowning out the movie with your moans." How very beautiful....

"So what?" he raised one eyebrow.

"So what? Dude, you're literally jerking off right next to me and moaning like you're alone in this house."

"Next to you? I don't think so," again that arrogant voice with an arrogant look. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, we are only separated by a wall of a few centimeters" he did not answer just looked at me. Serious at first but in time a smirk appeared on his face. I raised my eyebrow in a questioning gesture to which he responded

"You can stay with me. Instead of watching porn you can have fun by yourself."

"Excuse me? I don't watch porn, what the fuck."

"We are separated by a wall of a few centimeters through which you can hear everything. Tell me, don't you feel like doing anything? Don't you feel like having fun?" the truth was that I had a great desire. Especially now that I had an image in my head of him with his hand on my cock and now that I could see him in front of me and could only guess at the way his cock pulsed under the pillow.

"Certainly not with you."

"You thought too long for an answer" he laughed and began to slowly move the pillow aside looking at it and glancing at me. "Come on, nothing will happen to you"

I felt like throwing my fists at him and at the same time throwing myself at him to put his cock in my mouth. I swallowed my saliva hard and glanced at his hardness, he must have noticed it because he smiled.

"Come on. We both know perfectly well that you want this. We know perfectly well that we wanted it a long time ago," he squinted his eyes as was his habit and caught the base in his hand. He licked his lips and looked at my breasts which were clad only in a thin white crop top through which I was sure my nipples were showing through.

For a long moment I stood still like that, wondering what I should do until I forced myself and took a step forward that I immediately regretted. But now it was too late. My legs were leading me to him by themselves.

San grinned and moved a little to the side as I sat shyly on the side of the bed. He moved his other hand over mine and caught the fingers of my hand to draw me closer to him. I sat closer to him crossing my legs and couldn't stop looking at his cock, I really wanted to touch it but was afraid to. He put his hand on my side and moved the other from his cock to my cheek.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you, love" Love - his nickname whenever he became cocky around me or when he specifically wanted to piss me off even more when we argued. But now it sounded different to me, hearing it made me feel butterflies in my stomach. It was something between adorable and sexy "love". I looked at him, unsure of what to do.

"Cutely" he tilted his head gently to the side and smiled. With his index finger, he touched my left nipple, which I thought was showing through from under the white fabric. He gently lifted the crop top so that it hung over my boobs exposing them. He caught my nipple between two fingers and squeezed quite hard, again tilting head to the side. He lifted his gaze to my face, probably wanting to see my reaction, and moved closer to me.

He licked the same nipple also quite hard, lapping his tongue, and straightened his back. He raised his head gently and steamed at me from above, I felt small next to him. Like a cat next to a lion or a puppy next to a wolf. Although he hadn't done anything like that yet I could feel what dominance he had over me. I was a little scared but I would be lying if I said I didn't like it.

I took a deep breath in as he moved closer to me again, this time taking my right nipple in his mouth immediately sucking it quite hard. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back but a second later I felt his hand on the back of my head and he forced my head down.

I looked at him when he moved away from my boobs but then he immediately moved closer to my lips. He didn't kiss me, he just kept his lips close to mine. So close that I could feel his deep but calm breathing and his nose rubbed against my cheek. I had the urge to kiss him and was almost about to do so when he suddenly pulled away from me.

"Take off it" he pointed at me with a nod literally giving the order. I was so excited that without thinking I reached for the end of my T-shirt and pulled it up, but I did it slowly because fear did not allow me to move suddenly. Now I was sitting in front of him half naked in just my shorts.

I looked at him when he straightened his back again and leaned with his hands behind him, sitting down more comfortably. I wanted to see his muscular belly, I had seen it a million times when he went shirtless but now, now was a different situation.

He took my hand in his and directed it to his cock, placing it on it. Instinctively I tightened my hand on it at which he took a deep breath. I looked at his face as I slowly began to move my hand up and down. He brushed my hair away from my cheek and put it behind my ear. As I moved my hand faster and faster he tilted his head back and gasped heavily, every now and then letting out a barely audible moan.

Finally, he looked at me and with a slight, sexy, smile placed his hand on my cheek. He stroked a few times and moved it behind my head, to my neck.

"Put it in your mouth," he muttered while simultaneously pushing down on my head. When I leaned over him he grabbed my hair in a ponytail and, holding it tightly, directed how I should take his cock in my mouth. With his other hand he began to tease my ruddy nipples, which at the moment was so pleasurable that my throat left a single moan.

"You're taking me so well.... Suck harder. Fuck, that's exactly right. So good," he said every now and then, pulling my hair while moving my head up and down. With all my might, I tried not to choke or cough, but it was difficult when in addition to pushing my head down he was pushing his hips up. This was also the case now, he held my head with two hands and entered my mouth. He was fucking my throat and didn't mind how much I was choking on his length.

He looked again as before when I unexpectedly entered his room, head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open as he moaned louder and louder. His moans and dirty words were so arousing to me that I couldn't stand it any longer. I could feel how wet I was and how sore my pussy was.

"Fuck I'm about to come," he said in a low voice and pulled my hair upwards wanting to pull his dick out of me. He was panting loud and fast and kept his hands clenched on the quilt.

"Lie down," he commanded which I immediately did. He sat down between my legs and pulled my shorts off me in one motion. Still breathing quickly, he licked his lips and bent down to my pussy, holding my legs tightly, so tightly that I knew I would have bruise from it.

He spit saliva on my clit and started licking it like a hungry animal. Firmly, hard and fast. He sucked my clit and lips just as hard, pushing his tongue as deep as he could into my hole. He moved his head up, down and side to side, his tongue was so fast I could see stars.

At that moment I was one big mess. I squirmed on the bed, banged my head on the mattress beneath me and moaned so loudly that it wouldn't surprise me if tomorrow the neighbors complained that they couldn't sleep. But believe me, I can't sleep either.

"San, I'm close," I spoke up for the first time since I crossed the threshold of this room. He, unfortunately, at my words moved away from me. His whole chin, lips and nose were wet and he smirked.

Then he knelt between my thighs and applied his tip to my clit, rubbing and hitting it. Leaning over me, so low that our lips were again millimeters from each other, he moved his tip to my entrance. Sucking my lower lip he began to enter me. He entered me confidently and smoothly, firmly but gently enough that nothing hurt me. He didn't waste a second longer and immediately started moving his hips so that he entered me quite quickly. With every movement he made, his strokes got harder and harder until he hit me like this, until I shifted upward on the mattress with a scream.

"Turn around and get on your knees," in half a second I stood up and turned my back to him, sticking my ass out toward him. He gave a firm smack to my buttock and entered me hard, without warning.

I literally screamed, it was amazing in its own way. Something between pain and pleasure. I could safely say that I had never felt so good with anyone before as I did with San at that moment. His domination was so awesome sexy and arousing that my psyche could barely stand it. His firm movements, orders and dirty words were driving me to the edge.

He grabbed my hair and pulling me towards him arched my back, entering me from behind. His hips slammed into my buttocks so much that I felt a burning sensation on my skin. I felt him deep inside me like I had never felt anything before. I was almost certain that if you looked closely you could see a bulge on my belly every time he entered me. His thickness pushed me perfectly apart with each thrust.

We both started moaning louder and louder being in seventh heaven. We were both close to orgasm so San sped up his pace several times, earlier giving three spanks each with all his strength on my buttocks. With my eyes I could see his hand reflected on my buttocks.

With each passing moment his movements became more and more erratic, minimally slower but even more forceful. He pulled my hair so that I had to straighten my back to minimize the pain, but a moment later he pushed me down and, placing his hand on my neck, pressed me against the mattress until I could hardly breathe. He sat on my thighs still entering me, it was something between pushing and jumping on me.

This, however, was not enough for him, he climbed off of me and, in one violent movement, twisted me onto my back. He immediately put his hands on the back of my thighs and, pressing them against my belly, entered me. He now had such perfect access to my pussy that he didn't even need to help himself with his hand.

He moved his hips incredibly fast, I honestly didn't even know it was possible. I also wanted to do something, to touch him or whatever, but I wasn't able to. The only thing I could do was lie there and try not to moan so loudly, but even that didn't work for me. I was literally screaming and crying, tears were pouring down my cheeks, especially when the pleasure was so great that it was unbearable. I wanted him to stop but at the same time I didn't want it to end. Even more so when I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer, I felt my pussy getting even more sensitive and San hitting me harder and faster didn't help at all. On the contrary, it made it worse as I felt my body tighten up and I felt a huge sensation cumulating in my lower abdomen.

San's moans became louder and his pressure on my thighs became stronger. His fingers pounded into me pushing my legs into my torso until my hips ached from such a position. Once he was looking at me with the most intense gaze I had ever seen from him and once he was tilting his head back clenching his eyes tightly. I knew he was close himself but I couldn't stand it, I reached earlier than he did.

I came with a shout of his name, my whole body was shaking incredibly and I could feel even more juices flowing out of my pussy than before. The room was now filled with wet sounds as he slapped his hips against my now wet buttocks and pussy.

He didn't stay like that for long, a minute later he suddenly came out of me and, rubbing his cock with his hand so fast I was surprised it was even possible, leaned more over me. In a moment I felt his semen spreading over my belly, thighs and pussy, running down my buttocks onto the bed mattress. He squeezed his cock tightly while slowly rubs it, slapped it against my pussy a few times and spread more of his thick cum.

We were breathing loudly, fast and hard, San sat on the bed and watched me with a smile.

"Well, was it so scary?" he laughed lightly and rubbed his hand over his face.

"No. It was great," at my words he laughed again and wiped me with my T-shirt which he picked up from the floor. He threw it behind him again and lay down next to me on his back.

"Instead of watching porn you can come to me anytime" I rolled my eyes and punched him in the stomach.

"At least I was just watching and not masturbating and moaning."

"After all, I did it on purpose. So that you would come"

"I guessed as you put your cock in my mouth".

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[ryuyejiho]

"Slow it down, make it bouncy" - Seonghwa

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering, Blowjob, Sex, Dirty words, Dominantion

Summary: Best friend teaches you how to ride the guy you want to go on a date with. Sides change when jealousy wins.

Word Count: ~1.9K

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"You don't understand," I whine when once again my friend consoled me with ditzy texts. "I just won't do it because I can't do it and your super consolations don't help me".

"Then what should I say to make you feel better?" he asked irritably

"I don't know. Help me, give me some advice, teach me. Anything so I don't come off as an idiot later. What if I go like this and..." I was interrupted by his laughter so I looked at him.

"Should I teach you? How? You try all the mommy kinks on me?" he continued laughing and I froze him with my eyes.

"I don't have any mommy kinks. I just want to come off as confident. This will be our first time and I don't want to lie there like a log."

"First time because it's your third date" he rolled his eyes and leaned against the back of the couch " Who's getting laid on the third date" he muttered more to himself.

"Don't complain just help me".

"How? Should I teach you how to ride a cock? If you want it, here you go" he slid down a bit on the couch and stretched out spreading his legs more "Sit down and learn".

I looked at him in shock but knew he was just being sassy at that moment. And wanting to match him I got up and sat right on his crotch. He looked at me surprised but smiled and put his hands on my hips pressing me more against him.

"You skipped a few steps," he said looking at me and stroking my hips.

"Which ones?"

"First you have to start by kissing him" saying this he looked at my lips "Later you have to kiss his neck and make him a few hickeys so that he doesn't leave you and forget you after these three dates."

He licked his lips and looked at my neck and breasts, tightening his fingers on my hips. He pressed me tighter and tighter against his crotch making me start to feel him start to have a boner.

"I think you're experienced at this," he looked back at me and laughed.

"You, on the other hand, are not. You haven't even undressed. Do you want to ride him with your clothes on?" he touched the collar of my shirt and lowered it as low as he could, exposing my shoulder. I took a deep breath which he obviously noticed and smiled.

"He can do something, too. Am I the only one who has to please him?" Seonghwa thought for a moment about something

"Right. I think he would be happy undressing you, exposing piece by piece this body," he said more quietly and touched the buttons of my shirt at breast level.

"I think so, too. Let him get something out of it, too," Seonghwa, as if reading my thoughts, glanced at me and began unbuttoning my shirt. He did it slowly, as if he wanted to gloat over each moment revealing more and more. My breathing became faster, under my pussy I could feel him getting harder and harder.

He pulled off my shirt completely and put it on the floor next to the couch. He watched for a long moment without doing anything, breathing deeply. After a long moment, he suddenly moved closer to me and started kissing my breasts, at the same time unhooking my bra. He pulled it off me and threw it carelessly on the floor. He immediately attacked my nipple by putting it in his mouth.

"I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one," I said with a groan.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to teach you," he muttered, switching my left breast to right. I put my fingers in his hair and lightly pulled directing how he should pleased me.

"Right," I nodded, tilting my head back.

"Then undress us," he said moving away and leaning back. I blinked a few times before it occurred to me exactly what I should do. Finally, I reached the end of his tshirt and pulled upward. I slid down from his lap, purposely rubbing against his erection as much as possible, and kneeling between his legs I unbuckled his belt and zipper. I pulled his pants down right away along with his underwear, I looked at him and he looked at me with a smile.

"Suck it," he nodded to indicate to me what exactly should I do. I was slightly scared but took his cock gently in my hand and brought my lips closer to him. He took a deep breath in through his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment. I put my lips to the tip at which he flinched immediately.

"Lower," he almost whispered and pushed his hips up. I lowered my head and started kissing his entire length, at first I was trying to avoid his sensitive tip. But then I thought that after all, I was supposed to be the dominant one here, so I brought my lips to the very tip and gave a firm kiss, sucking him in.

"Ahh fuck. I said lower," he pulled himself up on the couch as if to escape and squeezed the blanket that lay carelessly beside him. "Take it all, but politely."

"Sure," I muttered and put in as much as I could. I sucked on it and rubbed it with my tongue as I moved my head up and down. Occasionally I'd nibble with my teeth what he clearly liked. All this time he tried to be quiet and when the moans themselves flew out of his mouth he seemed surprised himself.

"I thought you never did that," he spoke up, placing his hand on my cheek, the one I was now thrusting his cock into. I moved a few inches away from him and rubbed my hand holding it tight.

"Because I didn't."

"You're awesome at it" saying this he closed his eyes and tilted his head moaning quietly. I looked at him, rubbing him hard. "Do you want to end it with just a blowjob?"

"Huh?"

"With this guy. Do you want to just blowjob him or ride him?" he looked at me raising one eyebrow.

"No. Of course not."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?" I looked at him not knowing what to do. I took my hand away and waited for him to command me, to tell me what to do now. I was completely no good at dominating, nor was I experienced at all. I had had my way a few times but never initiated them.

Feeling his intense gaze on me, I stood up and began to pull down my pants. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and watched me with a smirk. I pulled down my pants and simply faced him. He laughed and grabbed my thighs pulling me closer to him so that I sat on his thighs.

"Where's that confidence of yours?" he moved closer and kissed my neck. After a while, he did it again and again. With his fingers he gently tickled my sides and hips, belly and breasts until he slid his hand low to my clit. I held my breath when I felt him press a single finger against my clit and move down to my hole. Adding a second finger, he pressed it into me, a little forcefully because I still wasn't stretched properly. Sucking, a little too hard, on the skin on my neck he moved his hand around putting his fingers in and out of me.

I held his shoulders tightly and gasped, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. I moved my hips wanting to feel more, I was intensely aroused. Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of me, entwined his hands around my waist and, sucking on my nipple, moved my hips. My naked pussy rubbed against his thighs, spreading juices on his bare skin.

"Put it in. Sit on me." He said quietly, grabbing my waist with his fingers and lifting me up. I hid my face in the hollow of his neck and lifted my hips to impale myself on his cock. Feeling him at my entrance, I lowered myself on top of him, pushing him into me. It was both painful and pleasurable when he stretched me so much.

"Fuck. You're so tight," he jabbed his fingers into my hips and threw his head back. A moan left my lips at his words. A little too loud than I would have liked. "Lift up and sit down.

As he said so I did. At first I slowly rose and fell on top of him, but over time I tried to do it faster and faster. Faster and harder. Seonghwa was still trying with all his might not to moan, instead he cursed every now and then. I, on the other hand, could not stop moaning. It was something new and incredibly exciting for me that I was the one who could set the pace.

When I felt him start rubbing my clit quickly I felt my orgasm approaching. I accelerated my movements as much as I could, so that now it was more like advancing him rather than jumping on him. Seonghwa suddenly started moaning quite loudly and thrusting his hips upward but after a while he stopped me by catching my hips firmly.

"Not so fast, fuck. Slow it down and make it bouncy," he said breathlessly. I took a deep breath and, correcting my legs, started jumping on him. I held onto his neck and my gaze flickered between his beautiful big eyes and his beautiful big lips. Our bodies bumped against each other making a distinctive sound and we both moaned as if neither of us was ashamed anymore and enjoyed every feeling.

"Like that?" I asked, moving closer to him and biting his collarbone gently.

"Like that. Perfect. You've learned a lot," he flung his arms around my waist tightly and stood up so that he put me on the couch and hovered over me without coming out of me "But now the learning is over. Now I'm going to fuck you so that on this date of yours all you can think about is how good you were with me. How well I brought you to the end."

He started moving his hips fast and hard, not waiting a second for anything. He kept his hands on the sides of my head but reached up and took my leg in his hands, lifting it up. Now it was something different for me again, he was entering me deeply and at such an angle that I could feel myself getting closer to coming.

"Don't stop, I'm about to come," unfortunately at my words he stopped and put my leg down spanking my buttock and thigh.

"Not so fast," he smiled and left me for a moment only to immediately pound into me with all his strength. He repeated this several times and I screamed each time because it was pleasantly painful. He lowered himself and kissed my mouth deeply, immediately putting his tongue in and playing with mine. He started to pound into me again and moaned right into my mouth, into our kiss.

"Fuck, I'm close," he said as he pulled away from me, "You're so sexy and so tight I can't even last long."

His words made me wetter, I arched my back and started rubbing my clit to come as soon as possible. And so I did. Just a few moments later, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over my body and my muscles relax. Seonghwa also came a few thrusts later with a rather loud and long moan. We both tried to normalize our breathing and hearts beating like crazy.

"Did you learn something?" he was the first to speak up, looking at me.

"A lot. But I think I need some more practice" I nodded and he laughed.

"I'll charge you for these tutoring sessions at the end of the study" he kissed my cheek and lay down on top of me, putting his head on my chest. So that his face hugged my boob.

After about half an hour, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"I don't want you to go on this date," I heard behind me so I turned around

"What?" he just shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

Walking into the bathroom I saw in the mirror reflection the hickey that he must have made for me in the beginning. I was slightly annoyed but couldn't stop smiling. When I returned to the living room he was lying covered with a blanket.

"What is this?" I pointed my finger at the hickey on my neck but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I said I don't want you to go on this date," he said without even looking at me.

"So that's why you rudely made a hickey for me?" I laughed because I found it cute "If you make it up to me then I'll stay."

Hwa immediately looked at me surprised but happy. He sat up quickly so that he almost fell off the couch and nodded his head.

"This will be a much better date than with some random guy off the street. I'll give you a lot more than he can."

"I know that perfectly well."

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[ryuyejiho]

"On the line" - Lee Know

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader ft. Han

Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Smut, Sex Summary: A teasing game turns into heated temptation, but a phone call adds a risky twist. As they lose control, one question remains—did Minho ever hang up? Word Count: ~1.2 k

"Oh, come on, don't be such a dick," I grumbled, bumping Minho’s shoulder. We had been sitting on the couch watching movies for three hours. And for three hours, I had been trying to do anything to get Minho to pay attention to me.

"You wish I was. I can see how needy you are," he laughed with his signature smirk and shoved another chip into his mouth.

"Ugh," I only muttered, pouting like an offended cat as I leaned back against the couch. But after a few moments, an idea popped into my head, so I made myself a little more comfortable.

Without looking at Minho, I placed my hand on my chest and began to squeeze it lightly. In my mind, I imagined that he was the one doing it, but I would never admit it. Especially not now.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was grabbing another chip from the bowl and still watching the movie. But seeing his quick blinking and the slight redness in his ears, I knew he had noticed.

I tilted my head back and let out a quiet moan. My other hand wandered across my body until it reached my throat, which I gently wrapped my fingers around. I could feel his gaze on me, which didn’t surprise me at all—I knew how obsessed he was with choking me.

"Come here," I heard his deep voice. I immediately sat up and straddled his thigh.

His hands instantly found my ass, squeezing it tightly. He literally pulled me closer to himself, causing my panties to shift to the side.

Just as he started kissing my neck and I was beginning to lose myself in the sensation, his phone started vibrating, and a goofy picture of Jisung appeared on the screen. He pulled away from me and picked up his phone.

"Show me that you deserve anything from me, and you’ll get your reward. And be quiet unless you want Jisung to change his opinion about you."

Before I could say anything, he answered the call and put the phone to his ear.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there, waiting for him to finish the conversation—but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. After a moment, Minho placed his hand back on my hip and, with a tilt of his head and raised eyebrows, motioned for me to start doing something.

Seeing his smug expression with that signature smirk pissed me off, so I decided to show him what I was capable of.

With one swift motion, I took off my tshirt, leaving me in only my panties as I sat on his thigh. He grinned stupidly, and his hand instinctively moved to my bare breast.

I placed my hands on his still-clothed chest and slowly moved my hips in circles. My hands moved gradually toward his neck.

Within seconds, the bulge in his sweatpants was prominently outlined.

I lifted my gaze from his growing erection and met his eyes. I smirked slightly before shifting my focus back to my hands as they reached his throat. Licking my lips, I wrapped my fingers around it and, just as he was replying to Jisung, I squeezed. Just hard enough to cut off his breath mid-sentence.

Even so, Minho smiled and threw his head back. It seemed incredibly sexy to me. He looked like a madman turned on by a girl choking him. Though usually, I was the one being choked.

It was so sexy that my clit instantly became twice as wet.

Unfortunately for me, due to my movements, his shorts had rolled up—just enough that my barely-covered clit was now rubbing directly against his bare thigh.

I glanced down, and seeing how his dick twitched and the muscles in his thigh tensed, creating a visible outline, I involuntarily let out a moan.

A long, loud moan. So loud that Minho looked at me in shock and pressed the phone to his shoulder to cover the microphone. But after a second, he started laughing quietly.

"I told you something," he whispered before putting the phone back to his ear, trying to explain that I had hit myself, hence the sound.

I felt slightly embarrassed but decided not to stop.

I placed my hand on his bulge, gently stroking the fabric of his sweatpants. Minho pressed his lips together and slightly tilted his head back. I had the feeling that, in one second, he stopped caring about the conversation.

Wanting to tease him, I tightened my grip around his erection and resumed moving my hips. But now, I was so turned on that my movements became stronger and faster.

I could feel myself getting wetter. Minho felt it too because, with his free hand, he pushed my panties completely aside.

I slipped my hand into his sweatpants and wrapped my fingers around his dick. I squeezed lightly and teasingly played with the tip. When I looked at him, he was gazing at me with slightly narrowed eyes and parted lips.

I leaned in to kiss him. But just as our lips touched, Minho lost the battle with himself.

He set his phone aside, grabbed me by my ass and thigh, and pulled me closer, making me sit directly on his crotch. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he pulled his cock out and, with his index finger, pushed my panties aside before thrusting deep inside me.

Pressing his lips back to mine, he wrapped his arms around my waist and moved my body back and forth.

I could feel him deep inside me, stretching me. I pulled off his shirt and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I moaned his name continuously, which turned him on even more.

With one swift move, he flipped us over so that I was now lying on my back on the couch, and he was on top of me. Kissing my neck, he started thrusting so fast and hard that I began seeing stars.

Tears started streaming down my cheeks, and my throat was getting more and more raw.

When Minho is turned on, nothing can stop him. That’s when he turns into a beast capable of things no one would ever expect from him.

The way he moves, the things he says… Sometimes I feel like we’re unintentionally practicing BDSM. Minho is truly capable of anything.

A few minutes later, I felt myself getting close. I was overstimulated. That’s usually how our sex goes. And usually, when that happens, he stops all movement just to tease me.

But this time, it was different. Minho’s movements became even faster and more erratic. He gripped my shoulders tightly and buried his face in my neck. His moans became louder and more audible.

The sight of how aroused he must be pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard, and the way I clenched around him quickly brought him to his own release.

With a loud moan, I felt him cum deep inside me.

He kept moving for a little longer before collapsing onto me, hugging me tightly.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, gently running them through as I felt myself slowly drifting off. But suddenly, a thought hit me.

Did Minho ever hang up on Jisung?

[ryuyejiho]

"Let's keep it a secret" - Lee Know

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering, Sex

Summary: After break up with your boyfriend, Minho finally has the opportunity to get closer to you and you will finally get a taste of his other side.

Word Count: ~3 k

Part 2 - "Understand my own feelings"

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I have always loved movie nights where evenly every month my friends, my boyfriend and I would watch a variety of movies from the evening until the morning.

However, now it was different.

Hyunjin who had been my boyfriend for over three years decided to break up with me and Minho who is his best friend started to take advantage of this and make dirty jokes in my direction. Recently, he even went a step further and started touching me in a way he certainly shouldn't do as just my friend.

And the worst part of it all is that I like it even though I don't want to like it. I just can't stop thinking about him, the way he looks at me, the way his voice changes when he tells me something dirty and the way his hands touch my body.

Every night before bed I even uncontrollably start imagining what it would be like if we got closer to each other. I wish I could feel him closer, his hands on me, his lips on mine. To hear him whisper compliments in my ear, he often does but I want it to be more intimate than it is now.

I want to feel the weight of his body on me, the way his member pushes my insides apart....

My contemplation was interrupted by a feeling as if someone was watching me. I pulled my eyes away from the TV and looked to the side. I immediately saw Minho who was looking at me with squinted eyes and smirking like he always do.

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him but I could still feel him looking at me.

Just as I was about to give him my attention he suddenly stood up and, saying he was going to get more beers, left the living room. I breathed deeply which did not escape the attention of Hyunjin who sitting on the floor, looked at me out of the corner of his eye but I decided to not care about him.

After a while Minho came back with a bunch of beers which he placed on the table in front of the TV and without even looking back sat down next to me.

He was so close that our thighs rubbed against each other at his slightest movement, especially when he began to pull his hoodie off. I wanted to gently move away from him but then he put a blanket over our legs. I looked at him surprised and my eyes widened when I felt his hand on my thigh under the blanket he covered us with. He put his other hand behind his head and watched the movie as if nothing ever happened.

I tried not to pay attention and watch as well, but when he started squeezing my thigh I couldn't stay indifferent. I looked at him warningly but he smilingly started stroking my thigh, each time higher and higher.

I could feel my breathing becoming uneven which he noticed because he brought his face closer to me and blew lightly on my cheek.

"You're blushing honey. Try to act normal then no one will notice," he whispered right into my ear and kissed its lobe. In shock I started to look around at all the people in the room but fortunately no one noticed anything. We sat on the sofa behind everyone who decided to spread out on blankets on the floor.

I bit my lip and turned my head away from Minho when he began to kiss my neck in a barely perceptible way, along with squeezing and stroking my thigh.

I could feel the excitement growing in me, but I became to chase away all the thoughts that were going through my head at that moment. I wanted to move away from him before it was too late and someone saw us. I looked at Hyunjin who was not paying attention to anything around him at all, everyone was focused on the movie. I also became focused but then I felt Minho's fingers teasing my pussy. I grabbed his wrist and wanted to push his hand as far away from me as possible but then he looked at me and shook his head with an angry expression.

"Minho stop, someone will notice it soon," I whispered close to his ear so that no one else would hear. He, however, only smirked and massaged my sensitive spot harder through the material of my pants. I clenched my teeth tightly not wanting to make any sound but then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his thigh.

I had never even hugged him so touching his muscular thigh that I thought about every night made me instantly hot. Willing not to, I started breathing faster and heavier, my thoughts immediately overshadowed by the image of how close my hand was to his penis.

All this time he was looking at me with his characteristic smirk, his gaze going from my eyes to my lips, my breasts which were obscured only by a thin top. I involuntarily began to look at his lips which at that moment seemed even plumper than usual. I had a great desire to kiss him and just as I was about to start moving closer I heard Felix's voice

"everything okay there with you two?" I immediately became stressed and looked at him and when I was about to say something to explain myself Minho quite comfortably said

"I think she may have a fever. She's all lit up and even this morning she said her throat hurts" at his words everyone looked at us. I didn't know what to do so I was just sitting quietly.

"you are indeed all red in the face" spoke up Felix

"maybe go to the bathroom upstairs, there is a thermometer there then measure the temperature and if you want to Y/N you can go to bed now. You can spend the night in my bed" Chan knew perfectly well that parting with Hyunjin equals no room for me in their dorm.

Minho nodded and got up quickly, pulling me up by my hand. I only had time to say short goodbye when we quickly climbed up the stairs to the floor where the guys' rooms were located.

Minho was still holding my hand and pulling me along. We passed the aforementioned bathroom and went to the very end of the hallway where his room was located. We went inside and I was immediately pressed against the door making it close with a loud hit.

Min pressed his hips against mine, locking the door shut and putting his hands on two sides of my head. I could feel his erection perfectly but I didn't pay attention to it, or at least I didn't let it show. I raised my hand placing it on his chest and wanted to push him away but he, as if reading my mind, caught it and pressed it against the door above my head.

"Do you think you'll escape from me?" He asked grabbing my other hand and placing it in the same place. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a smirk. I involuntarily started looking at his lips again which he noticed and moved closer so that our lips were almost touching.

We were both breathing fast, looking into each other's eyes. I was busy thinking about how beautiful his eyes were when I didn't even feel his one hand let go of mine and began to rub it along my side and hip.

I took a deep breath at which he tilted his head slightly to the side as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he kissed my neck in the sexiest way, alternately kissing, biting and licking my skin. He went lower and lower and when he reached the material of my top he looked into my eyes and gently pulled it down with his finger. Without breaking eye contact he went back to kissing my skin and when he went to my breasts, the lowest my top allowed him to go, he went back up and gently licked the skin behind my ear.

"I want you. I want you so much. But can I have you?" he whispered into my ear between kisses. In response to his question, I began to move my hips from side to side wanting to let him know that I wanted him too.

Feeling me rub my hips against his penis he groaned and looked at me. For a long moment we looked into each other's eyes gently rubbing against each other, but when my gaze landed on his lips again in the blink of an eye he started kissing me.

Finally I could feel his beautiful full lips on mine, he kissed so wonderfully that I momentarily forgot about the whole world. I forgot that our friends were sitting below us, that my ex-boyfriend whom I still loved was there.

The only thing that mattered at that moment was Minho and how wonderfully he kissed me. His two hands were already stroking my entire body, getting bolder and more intense with each passing moment. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and played with his lengthy hair weaving my fingers into it and pulling it.

We both whimpered between our kisses which also became more and more passionate by the moment. When Minho moved away a little to get some air I looked into his eyes

"You can have me Minho" was all I whispered and within a second he picked me up and walked to his bed laying me on it.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, it was the first time I had seen his naked torso. I tried to remember as much as possible. His muscular chest, his slight belly on which there was a barely visible scar that he had talked about several times.

He knelt between my legs and bent over me smiling. However, it was not his smirkly smile that I always got from him but a beautiful wide and charming smile. He put his hips on mine, placed his hands on the sides of my head and raised himself up on his elbows. Before a while he just looked at my whole face and started kissing it all over.

I started chuckles and raised my legs so that I could wrap them around his waist. Saying nothing he positioned himself more comfortably between my legs, pressing his member against my pussy and started kissing my neck again this time lifting my top up and exposing my breasts which he also started kissing.

"As soon as you came I saw you weren't wearing a bra," he said satisfied at which I wanted to hit him but then he caught my nipple between his two fingers and gently teased it while still looking at my face.

"it's movie night so I came dressed comfortably as if I were going to sleep" I said breathing harder and harder

"too bad you don't sleep naked" I shook my head and bumped his hip with my thigh which wasn't a good idea because by the movement he rubbed against my clit quite hard at which I uncontrollably let out a rather loud moan.

Minho was surprised but after a moment he smiled broadly and did it again. I covered my face with my hands out of embarrassment and not wanting to make any more sounds. However, he pulled my hands off my face and kissed my lips.

"You don't even know how much I want to hear you moaning so beautifully longer and louder beneath me," he kissed me again this time more passionately and lifted himself off my body. Pulling away from my mouth he pulled off my top and grabbed my pants earlier looking at me waiting for permission.

I nodded my head at which he immediately quickly pulled down my pants without even waiting for me to lift my hips to make it easier for him.

Smiling, he lay flat on the bed between my legs and began kissing my thighs at a fairly rapid pace. For a long moment he just looked at my pussy and when I slightly clenched my thighs embarrassed he spread them back and kissed my clit. I threw my head back as a wave of pleasure went through my body, feeling his single finger moving up and down between my down lips made my body tense up which he must have seen because with his other hand he began to massage my belly.

I looked down at him, just at the time when he brought his lips closer to me and licked me from the entrance to my clit. He looked into my eyes as he took my clit between his lips and began to suck gently. I couldn't help myself and began to moan quietly as we kept looking into each other's eyes and the way he sucked my pussy.

When he pulled away from me he spread my juices all over my pussy and putting his finger inside, at the same time starting to suck again. I stuck my head into the pillow behind me and clenched my fingers tightly on the quilt as his movements became more intense and faster. I moaned louder and louder, and although I had my friends in my head who could hear me I couldn't help myself.

Minho added his second finger, bent it inside my pussy and massaged my most sensitive spot faster and faster, alternately sucking and licking my clit.

When I was close to orgasm I started moaning his name. At that moment I had only him in my head, him and what he was doing to me. As if he guessed that I was already close he increased the pace of his fingers and raised himself so that he was flush with my face.

I looked at him with squinted eyes of pleasure at which he smiled slightly and kissed me deeply wanting to drown out my moans as the orgasm shook my body. Although I had already come he continued to slowly play with my pussy and kissed me passionately.

When he pulled away from me he pulled his fingers out of me and put them in my mouth. He raised one eyebrow letting me know I was about to do something so I started sucking on his fingers, savoring the taste of my own juices.

He was looking at me so intensely that it made me even hotter and I felt like I was about to reach orgasm once again from just him looking at me. When he pulled his fingers out of my mouth he moved closer to me at the height of my face

"Can I have you?" he whispered into my mouth to which I only nodded. I wanted to feel him, I wanted him to do anything he wanted with me. I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted everything I dreamed of to become a reality.

Minho, seeing the lack of hesitation in me, got up from the bed and quickly pulled down his pants along with his underwear. He reached into the cabinet next to him from which he pulled out one condom and returned to me. I, by this time, was looking in another direction being embarrassed by his nakedness which he noticed and caught my chin in his two fingers directing my gaze to him.

"Don't be ashamed," he laughed lightly and kissed my cheek. I took a deep breath as he pulled away again and started rubbing his penis a few times to put a condom on it after a while. Embarrassed I still tried not to look at him but it was stronger than me.

He leaned over me and grabbed my leg lifting it and placing it on his waist, directed his penis at my entrance and pressed lightly so that a few millimeters went inside.

"May I?" I answered him with a nod, stressing about what was coming in a moment. I wanted it very much but I was afraid.

Minho seeing my nervousness began to massage my thigh which was on his waist and kissing my lips passionately began to slowly enter me.

I arched my back slightly in delight at which he smiled between kisses. When he entered all the way in, he waited a while for me to get used to the spreading sensation that was caused by his size. He may not have been one of the biggest, but he certainly wasn't small either. He was medium in length but made up for it with his thickness. It felt like it was perfect for me.

After a moment when he started to move I momentarily squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. It was such a very pleasant feeling that it felt like it was the first time I had experienced something like this.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't my first time but with Minho it was quite different. I didn't know why I felt that way but I didn't think about it now. Not now that Minho's movements were getting faster and more confident.

Minho is a principal dancer so his hips never fail, even now when his torso was lying all over me and he continued to enter me faster and faster moving only his hips. I put my arms around him tightly as the pleasure became more and more intense. Finally I dared to do more than moan and spoke to him

"You're so good Minho, you do it so well," I said between moans which was totally enough to make his ego rise to a high level. Suddenly he got up from me and lifting my legs up he started pounding into me even faster and harder.

"Do you like it? Do you feel good? Huh?" I was only able to answer with a short "yes". I put one hand over my mouth to drown out my increasingly loud moans, but Minho took it.

"I want to hear you, your lovely moans. Ah, you are so beautiful" he said without changing the pace of his movements. I had never heard such words from him in my direction. We always argued and challenged each other, we were like Tom and Jerry.

I looked at him all the time and couldn't stop thinking about how handsome he was. I had always thought of him that way but now it was even more so when his hair was wet with sweat on his forehead which was the result of how well he fucked me. His beautiful big eyes, perfect nose and facial profile. Muscular arms that held my legs up solidly and a muscular chest that was going up and down at an incredibly fast pace. He was simply perfect.

I started stroking his torso and shoulders still moaning with pleasure but when I heard his moans I momentarily felt that I was close to orgasm. They were at the same time soft, hot and so awesome sexy that I myself tried to be quiet just to hear him.

"Minho..." I started to whine his name at which he looked at me and licked his lips "I'm close now, I'm about to come."

"are you close? me too baby, just a moment more and you will feel blissful" he said at which I clenched my eyes. In addition to his sexy moans, suddenly his voice became just as sexy and low, that my pussy tightened on him at which he let out the most erotic and sexy moan I have ever heard.

Suddenly I felt my body spread a wave of pleasure, my pussy becoming even wetter than it was before. I almost squealed at the sensation, I had never felt anything like this before especially since it was only triggered by his moan.

I non-stop moaned his name as I felt like I was in heaven and after a while I felt him himself tighten his whole body and bury his face in my breasts wanting to drown out his cries moans of pleasure

We both tried for a long time to calm our breathing and hearts beating like crazy. Minho lay on top of me still being inside me, not having the strength to move at all but I didn't mind. I didn't want the moment to pass, I felt very comfortable in his arms.

However, as if out of spite, just then he got up and looked at me

"I hope you won't regret this," I looked at him surprised.

"why should I regret it? It was amazing" Lee smiled but added

"you still seem to be in love with Hyunjin" after these words I began to wonder

Is the person I love is actually Hyunjin?

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[ryuyejiho]

"Friend with benefits or just idol?" - Sunwoo

Pairing: Sunwoo x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering, Sex, Swearing, Sex with a stranger/idol, Dirty words

Summary: The usual winning ticket to meet the biggest idol turned into a meeting at the hotel in the middle of the night...

Word Count: ~4.9 k

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The day I read the e-mail that I had won my biggest idol's birthday raffle was by far the happiest day of my life.

I took part with the attitude that I would lose nothing from it and probably gain nothing as well. But how big was my surprise when I, along with five other people, won a fansing, a one-on-one meeting with Kim Sunwoo from The Boyz himself.

So I was currently sitting on the plane that would take me straight to the South Korean capital. I was currently recalling grammar and vocabulary from the Korean language in case I forgot everything I knew due to stress.

I'm half Korean but I've lived in the U.S. all my life so I only started learning the language about five years ago.

But it wasn't even half an hour when I got bored, took my headphones and listening to my favorite songs, mostly The Boyz, I fell asleep.

As soon as we landed I went to catch taxi and went to the hotel to freshen up as quickly as possible and get ready to leave. After 15 minutes I was in the hotel room where I took a quick shower, dried and straightened my hair and did a quick but expressive makeup with eyeliner.

Opening my suitcase, I prayed that the dress I had prepared would not be crumpled and ready to go. Fortunately, it was, and as soon as I put it on and zipped up the back I put on my Converse platform shoes and grabbing my bag I left the room.

After about 40 minutes I was already there, the meeting was to take place in one of the halls of the label building so I went there. Before entering I was greeted by a nice girl from the staff who gave me an entrance pass to the label area and directed me where to go.

Along the way I passed a lot of doors and hallways, some places I recognized from The Boyz' various vlogs on YouTube. When I entered the hall I saw one girl who was dressed in shorts, a cute pink top and had pink makeup. I looked at myself in the big mirror that was all along the wall and thought how different we were.

She dressed in pink, with small heeled shoes and cute pink makeup and me who was dressed in a tight black dress, black platform Converse and wearing strong makeup with equally strong and long lines on my eyes.

Still, I liked how I looked, I wanted to make the best impression on Sunwoo. Maybe it's not that I damn well like him.... well, okay, I like him so fucking much. More than once I dreamed of getting to know him closer, much closer, to be able to touch him and feel his beautiful plump lips on me.

I sat down next to the pink girl and greeted her quietly when three others entered the room. They all looked alike, adorably dressed in short skirts and pastel-colored shirts. One had a fringe flipped every which way, another had a straight cut in front of her eyebrows. Their makeup was hardly any different, bright glossy eye shadow and faintly painted eyelashes.

However, when the last girl entered the room I felt a drip of envy. She was the only one wearing pants which, combined with a short top, created the perfect look. She sat down next to me and smiled, but when the door opened we all looked in their direction.

The first to enter was the man from the staff and Sunwoo followed him in. He looked so appealing and sexy that I panicked. I knew it would be difficult for me to express myself in front of him, but seeing him like this I knew it would be a hundred times worse.

He was wearing a black shirt in which the top buttons were undone. Jeans of the same color were wide but matched the shirt perfectly. His also black hair was straightened and arranged so that his forehead was visible.

When he walked into the room his gaze stopped on me and at first I got hot, but when I realized that I was the only one sitting and the girls threw themselves in his direction I felt embarrassed. However, I quickly passed when one of the girls started hysterically crying and trying to hug him, making Staff have to forcefully pull her away from him. The girl in the pants looked at me amused and stood next to me as a line formed.

I was the last but I didn't mind. I had time to mentally set myself up to talk to him plus I knew that if I was last I had a good chance that he would remember me the most.

Staff told us to sit on the sofa against the wall and wait our turn. I was glad because I was sitting in such a place where I had a perfect view of him but when I noticed that he glanced in my direction every now and then I felt embarrassed.

In addition to the fact that he intimidated me just by looking at me, all what I constantly had in my mind was the situation where everyone was greeting him and I was sitting like a fool.

For over an hour while he was talking to other girls, grabbing their hands, stroking their hair, etc. he kept glancing at me. It got more and more intesive as he looked at me longer and longer each time, licked his lips and took deep breaths.

Finally when it was my turn I was stressing like never before in my life. When I walked toward him and pushed back my chair to sit down he didn't look at me once being busy looking for the right page and signing it in the album. But once he raised his head and looked at me I momentarily became hot.

I didn't know whether to look, at his large eyes which were now slightly squinted, his lips which he was now licking, his sharply defined jawline or his neck with his collarbones sticking out from his shirt.

Suddenly I was speechless and just sat there looking at him. He started laughing when I still didn't speak for a long moment and caught my one hand in two of his own.

"So you've been very lucky since you're here," he riddled, to which I nodded and thought about what I was supposed to answer. I found him completely dazzling, so much so that I forgot my tongue.

"ah yes, haha..." I laughed nervously and looked at our hands as he began to squeeze it and stroke the top with his thumb.

He watched me for a long time with a smile and a slight tilt of his head. His eyes were so intense that when I tried to look into them I gave up after a few seconds.

"You look very pretty. In general you are very pretty," it was that moment I was about to exploding. Such words combined with his voice that suddenly became even lower than usual. I didn't know what to answer so I burped a stupid "you too". I immediately mentally hit my head, even more so when he laughed.

"Thank you. Hey look, we fit in with styles and colors" with his hand he pointed at himself and me.

"indeed. The black color suits you very well, you look very sexy in that shirt" I looked at him and seeing his surprised face I realized what I had said.

But he, instead of being angry or anything, smirked and nodded. He let go of my hand and took back the album that was lying on the corner of the table. He opened it to a random page, just where Eric was, and grabbing as if to snatch it he looked at me waiting for permission.

Surprised, I nodded slightly at which he pulled a piece of paper down at the same time coughing so as to drown out the sound. He quickly grabbed a pen and wrote something on the torn piece then forcibly put it in my hand so that no one could see. He closed the album and put it back in place discreetly looking around to make sure no one saw his actions.

Before I could say anything one man from the staff went over to us and informed us that the meeting was over and we were to say goodbye.

I was damn sorry that I didn't even dare to say anything, but when I heard Sunwoo say "see you later" as I were leaving, I started to think about it. His voice sounded like he wanted to convey something more to me with it, and I couldn't wait to get out of here and see to was on the card he gave me.

On the way out he said goodbye to all of us thanking us for coming and a moment later we were ushered out of the room. Earlier each girl was searched along with looking through the album after which we were allowed to leave the hall.

As soon as I stepped outside the building I hid the album in my bag and looked at the piece of paper I still held tightly in my hand.

There was a phone number unneatly written on it, under which it only said 'call me'.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, the fact that I had just received Sunwoo's phone number.

I walked all the way to the hotel in shock and spent the whole evening wondering why I had gotten the number. I didn't know if it was definitely his number, if I should call or write. I didn't know what was going on.

However, when I spent another hour trying to fall asleep and not think about what had happened, I gave up. I got up and grabbed my phone, typed in the number that was lying on the cabinet next to the bed and after a moment's thought, I called.

Hearing the signals on the phone, my heart was beating like crazy. But once I heard his my heart stopped. I didn't know what to say, I hadn't even thought it through.

"Hello?" I heard again so I decided to speak up.

"hey, I got your number today and decided to call you".

"finally. I thought you wouldn't call." he laughed at which I smiled but my face immediately turned serious when he continued "we didn't talk much before so I thought we could get together. I liked you a lot so.... I was hoping we could get to know each other more"

My heart was about to leap out of my chest

"sure... I mean.. I'm in Korea for 6 more days but if need be I'll even stay longer" I laughed to which he responded with the same thing

"okey then... do you have time today?" he asked enthusiastically to which I looked surprised at the clock which hung opposite the bed and showed 2 am.

"i mean yeah, i have time. I couldn't fall asleep anyway."

"you couldn't fall asleep so you called me" was more of a statement than a question. Suddenly his voice became sexier, at least that's what it seemed to me.

"something like that" I replied to which I heard a quiet snort.

"Since you're not from Korea you must be at the hotel now, right? I can come to you if you want. It's better if you don't walk alone at night in a city you don't know," he offered, to which I had no choice but to agree.

He was supposed to come in half an hour so I quickly got up and cleaned up what I had messed up during the time I had been here.

Just as I finished fixing my hair I heard the sound of the phone to which I almost ran.

"I'm already at the entrance" was all I heard before he hung up so putting on my slippers I quickly left the room and took the elevator downstairs to go out to get him.

He was dressed in a plain black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, he had a baseball cap on his head and on his face there was not a trace of the makeup he had on at the earlier meeting. In his hand he held a white net with the logo of a store that was nearby.

I tried to act normal so with a smile I walked up to him and said hello. After a while we went inside the hotel and walked towards the elevator. This one immediately opened so we went inside where I dialed the floor number.

Since my room was all the way up on the 21st floor it took us a long while to get there. All this time we didn't say anything but I still felt his gaze on me, when we were about to leave I looked at him but he didn't even look away from me for a moment.

When we finally got out of the elevator we went to my room, I told him to get comfortable which he immediately did by putting the net on the floor and literally throwing himself on the bed. I started laughing at him when he sprawled all over the bed, closed his eyes and theatrically started snoring.

"Tired?" I asked again not knowing what to say. He nodded at that and got up to sit on the edge of the bed.

"very, comeback soon and we are still busy" he said at which I opened my eyes wide "oops... I just said something I shouldn't have said".

We laughed about it, after a while he got up and took a net from which he took out two bottles of soju, two beers, chips, chocolate and two packets of ramen. He put everything on the bed and asking if I had Netflix he took my laptop in his hand.

I was surprised at how comfortable he felt, but the longer I stayed with him the more comfortable I also felt, as if we had known each other a lot longer.

"and what do you want to watch?" I asked, sitting down on the bed and leaning against a pile of pillows. He seeing this also changed his seat and, handing me a bottle of soju, sat down next to me. Too close for a first meeting but I didn't mind.

"You know. Netflix and chill, those things" he looked at me amused but then looked at my breasts. That's when I noticed I was wearing an sleep shirt that barely covered what it should cover. He turned his head while licking his lips and turned on one of the movies.

The whole time I tried to focus on the movie but I was distracted by everything. From the sound of the mini-fridge being turned on to his proximity. Every movement he made was equivalent to rubbing his body against mine. I tried not to move but it didn't help when he couldn't sit still and every now and then reached for a packet of chips.

Lying on my side on the pillows I started looking at his face. He had such a beautiful and handsome face profile that I could look at his photos for hours and now that I had him so close in person he was incomparably more handsome.

When he once again bent down to the packet of chips he felt that I was watching him and with a smile he asked without even looking at me

"You like what you see" he again stated more than asked at which I became very abashed but I did not want to be quiet again and show from such a side

"yes, very much" I said quiet at which he turned around. He licked his fingers off the spices from chips in a way as if they were dirty from something else, I looked at his long slender fingers between his lips and took a deep breath which did not escape his notice because he smiled immediately afterwards.

"Very?" he moved a little closer to me and tilted his head to the side. I nodded and squinted my eyes when his gaze again went to my cleavage. He looked back into my eyes and smiled in the sexiest way I had ever seen in him.

I couldn't help myself and smiled back licking and biting my lip. He looked at my lips and moved so close that our noses were in contact with each other, he put his hand on my waist as he moved my body closer to him

"don't bite your lip when you're around me, remember this or else it will end up being more than the usual going to sleep" he muttered directly into my mouth and kissed it gently. When he moved away to sit back down I bit my lip again wanting to see what will he do.

He saw it immediately and in a flash he moved closer to me and pressed himself to my lips. A million thoughts and questions ran through my head, but feeling how well he kissed me I gave myself over to the moment. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him even closer to me then he came top of me and resting the whole weight of his body on mine, roamed his hands all over my body.

At that moment I forgot that I was kissing my idol, at that moment I thought of him as a deadly handsome boy whom I know very well.

"you have such an awesome beautiful body, I wanted to touch you as soon as I saw you" he said in between kisses "you are so fucking gorgeous"

He moved his kisses to my neck, kissing every one of my most sensitive points as if he knew my body and my needs perfectly. I couldn't help myself and began to moan quietly feeling good under him. Hearing my moans he raised himself up on his hands and started kissing my lips again, this time much more passionately than before.

"I've wanted to hear it ever since you first spoke," his voice grew lower and sexier by the minute.

I often thought about what he was like in bed. More than once in the night I imagined how I lay beneath him while he works on me with his rapper's tongue. How he thrusts into me with his hips that perfectly perform choreographed dances.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked while kissing my cheek and massaging my thigh.

"About you. About how long I've been dreaming of this moment."

"Have you been dreaming about it? You dreamed of fucking with me?" I nodded, closing my eyes as I felt his hip press against the tender spot between my legs. "Are you still dreaming about it?"

"and do you fulfill the dreams of others?"

"Yours I will fulfill every one. Just tell me what you want," he said in a seductive voice kissing my cleavage.

"I want you Sunwoo, but I don't think it's right for you to sleep with your fan" I played with his hair while breathing deeply. At my words he raised his head and looked into my eyes.

"Do you consider me and like me only as a band member or like a boy you met before?

"I've always wanted to get to know you and become friends with you," I confessed slightly embarrassed

"Make friends? How about friends with benefits?" he asked seriously

"so you fulfill the dreams of others, though?" I laughed

"as I said, only yours" he suddenly knelt down in front of me and quickly pulled off his T-shirt. My gaze immediately flew to his tattoo which was on the side of his waist. He moved closer to me and grabbing the material of my T-shirt, pulled it upward. He did the same with my shorts making me stay in only my underwear.

He lay on top of me again and, stroking my belly, went higher and higher to my breasts. He put his hand under the material of my bra but it was clearly disturbed so he quickly pulled it off me.

His actions were so fast that I didn't even have time to think about anything, I just lay there and quietly moaned. When he threw my bra behind him he was momentarily at my breasts, licked the skin between them and, looking into my eyes, took one nipple between his lips.

I put my fingers in his fluffy hair, put my other hand over my mouth in an attempt to drown out my increasingly loud moans. It was of no use to me when he started sucking on my nipple, at the same time massaging both of my breasts. I scratched his bare back, wanting to leave any sign of me on his body. I wanted him to remember me for as long as possible.

When he got tired of playing with my boobs, he began to go lower and lower, kissing every millimeter of my belly until he reached my panties. However, he didn't pull them down, he went lower to my thighs and placing my legs on his back, kissed the inner parts of my thighs. I could feel how wet I was getting, my pussy was starting to get sore craving for any kind of attentions.

And after a while it got it. Sunwoo kissed the top of my pussy and began to slide his finger up and down it. My thighs involuntarily clenched around his head, especially when he pressed his tongue against my clit through the material of my panties. Hearing my rather loud moan he looked at me, moved my panties aside and licked my naked clit.

I let out an even louder moan at which he screeched

"I haven't done anything like that yet and you're already moaning so much. Are you that turned on by what I'm doing?" asking, he inserted his finger deep into my pussy and after a moment placed his lips on my clit. He began to insert his finger at a slow pace at the same time starting to suck on my clit.

I grabbed the pillow behind my head and moaned louder and louder. I looked down at him and seeing him between my legs working on my pussy made me even wetter.

He was doing it so magnificently that within a few minutes I was on the verge of coming. He, as if reading my mind, stopped his activities and lifted himself up along with my legs which were still on his shoulders. In this way I gave him perfect access to me at which he himself smiled and started kissing me passionately, I could feel my juices on his tongue which was even more exciting.

"I want to feel you Sunwoo," I said between kisses. At my words he immediately sat up and pulled down my panties throwing them behind.

"Won't you regret it?" he asked looking down at me. I immediately shook my head and wanted to pull him with my leg but he moved away. He smiled and got up from the bed walking over to the net he came with earlier. From it he took out a small box which he threw on the bed next to me and pulled down his pants, staying in his boxers. He knelt beside me on the bed putting his hands on his hips and raised one eyebrow. I couldn't help but start to look at his whole body, every now and then suspending my gaze on his primate.

"Now you do something," he said slightly amused at which I quickly sat up and moved closer to him. I put my hand on his penis and looked up at him. He was looking down at me and breathing heavier and heavier. I smiled and brought my lips closer to his and kissed gently the tip of his dick, at which he bit his lip hard.

I decided not to play with him anymore and pulled his boxers down, releasing his length. I tried to act normal, reasonably sexy, but when I saw him I involuntarily smiled. I caught him in my hand and brought it to my lips, at which Sunwoo put his hand in my hair. I put the tip between my lips and lightly started sucking. I heard a loud hiss so I looked at him, his eyes were closed and his lips parted as he breathed hard and fast. I wanted to please him even more so I took him as much as I could and sucked a little harder.

Then I heard him moan. A loud, low moan through which I felt myself getting incredibly wet again. I purposely started sucking him harder, just to hear him. He started moaning more often, grabbing my hair solidly and forcing me to move my head.

I wanted to see us from a different perspective. Him kneeling on the bed and me sitting in front of him holding his long cock in my mouth. Him pulling my hair with his head tilted back as he moaned in pleasure and me touching myself as my pussy began to get sore.

Then he lowered his head and, seeing my hand between my thighs, began to play with my right breast. His intense eyes and fingers teasing my sensitive nipple drove me to such horny that I began to moan still holding him in my mouth. Suddenly the vibrations that went to his penis caused him to jerk his hips back making his penis fall out of my mouth.

I thought it was the perfect time to move on so I took the package he had thrown on the bed earlier, pulled out a single condom and opened it. Looking at him I grabbed him in my hand and put the condom to the tip, he smiled and gestured with his head to let me continue so I stretched the condom all the way around him. As soon as I let him go he was quickly between my legs and pushed me onto the bed so that I was lying down.

He smiled sexily and directed his cock at my entrance but before he entered me he rubbed his tip against my pussy a few times. He leaned down so that he put his head in the hollow of my neck and kissing my neck, began slowly entering me.

"oh fuck. I didn't expect you to be so tight," he muttered against the skin of my neck and cursing several times, entered me fully.

The feeling was so amazing that I had a complete blank in my head, all I could think about was how deep he was in me now and how wonderful the stretching sensation was. I moaned his name every now and then as he began to move his hips, I could feel him smiling against my neck and when after a while he raised himself so that he was level with my face I could see his smirk.

I didn't know Sunwoo personally, except for today, but it wasn't hard to guess what he was like. I knew it was easy to boost his ego by picking on him, etc., and I knew how flirtatious he was just by looking at his attitude toward his fans on fancalls or bubble conversations. Following him on social media or watching performances, mv's etc you can clearly see he is a dominator type.

This was awesome to me especially when just now I was lying underneath him as he entered me painfully slowly with a smile that suggested he was the one in control of the pace, he was in control of me. With his hands resting on my chest pressing my body against the bed, he looked at me non-stop every now and then glancing at the place where our bodies came together.

Suddenly his movements became faster and faster making me reflexively moan more. I put my legs around his waist and pressed my thighs against him feeling more and more pleasure, I clenched my eyes but he immediately caught my cheek

"Look at me baby, I want to see your beautiful eyes" I immediately looked at him and at his nickname my heart beat harder. I tried not to break eye contact but when he increased his speed again I clenched them tightly again. He perfectly hit my most sensitive points and rubbed perfectly against my insides.

"You're not looking again" he laughed quietly and kissed my lips in a sensual way "you are so tight, so perfect.... so hot" saying this he began to enter me harder without changing his pace. I was breathing harder and harder as I heard all his dirty words

"you're such a good doll.... so cute and sexy at the same time" he pounded into me several times much harder than before and came out of me. Hiting my thigh he gave me a sign to turn around which I immediately did. I knelt with my back to him supporting myself on my forearms, he slapped my buttock with all his strength and I felt him attach his cock to my pussy

"your ass is so fucking perfect" again slapping my buttock he pounded into me, rested his whole body weight on my back supporting himself with his hands and started to enter me incredibly fast and hard

"fuck Sunwoo... you are so good, ahh fuck" I started moaning much louder not caring that anyone could hear it. His quiet moans, dirty words and the sound of our bodies hitting each other was so sexy.

"You are so fucking hot when you are under me. I can do anything to you. I want you to be mine, only mine. Tell me you're mine" with these words he fucked me even more, so that I could barely get any words out of myself

"I am yours Sunwoo, only yours" I muttered between loud moans. I felt his hands move from my ass to my shoulders and resting his torso against my back, he began to enter me slowly and sensually. He put one of his hands under me and massaged my breast, kissing my shoulder. I tried to calm my breathing at least a little when he slowed his movements for a moment.

"I love the way you moans my name" he whispered and kissing my shoulder one last time then get up "I want to hear more of this".

Again he began to move his hips quickly at which I immediately literally screamed his name, I felt I couldn't stand it any longer like this and like an orgasm was coming to me.

"Look at you, writhing beneath me and screaming my name even though you only know me as an idol. Isn't it great happiness to win such an encounter?" he strokes my body from my thighs to my shoulders, I didn't know where to focus, on the incredible feeling in my lower abdomen, on his low voice that said such dirty things that turned me on even more or on his hands.

I was in total mess, I knew my hair was tumbled, there was a pillow on my face due to the fact that Sunwoo kept pressing me against the mattress. But I totally didn't care, I had just experienced my best sex with the hottest guy who walked the planet.

"You feel so good, I'm about to come," I managed to say at which he stopped his actions and came out of me. But not for long because he forcibly pushed me aside so that I was lying on my back, drew me closer to him and placing my leg on his shoulder, entered me again. He didn't wait a second and started moving so fast that I was beginning to see stars.

I grabbed onto his shoulders and driving my nails into his skin, I arched my back and moaned as much as I'd ever moaned before. I tried to look at him, he had his eyebrows pulled together and a focused expression but seeing that I was looking at him he smiled.

"you have no idea what you're doing to me, from the moment I saw you until now... ahh fuck" he rested his forehead against mine and clenched his eyes as my pussy involuntarily clamped down on him. I felt that an orgasm could hit me at any moment

"I'm so close now" I howled and closed my eyes tightly.

"Come on baby, feel as good as you've ever felt before" as soon as he said this as if on cue a wave of pleasure hit me, so strong that my whole body began to shake intensely. I knew that Sunwoo would also come any minute because he hid his face in the hollow of my neck and moaned louder and louder. My nails left lots of scratches and marks as my hands caresses his back.

Not even a minute passed when Sunwoo cummed all over, stopped his movements pressing into me as deeply as he could

"Fuck I came" his voice was much higher than before, his moans also became several tones higher and much louder. His body began to shake uncontrollably, just like mine before. After a while he again began to slowly move his hips entering me slowly wanting to prolong my and his own orgasm.

Finally he stopped moving and sank down on top of me with all his weight, we were panting hard and fast, when I put my hand in his hair and stroked it to calm him down he began to purr satisfied like a cat.

"You did the best," I spoke up quietly after a long moment, he sat up to pull off and throw away the condom and then lay down next to me pulling me close to him

"I recommend myself for the future," he replied as I snuggled into his torso and he put his arms around me.

"then when is your next free date?" I joked in a relatively serious voice. He looked down at me and replied

"tomorrow at the same time? maybe I'll put you into my schedule later this morning" I laughed lightly and closed my eyes. I don't even know when I fell asleep, cuddled up with Kim Sunwoo himself.

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[ryuyejiho]

"Yours again" Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut Summary: Once lovers, then strangers. Now — even with someone else by her side — they're finding their way back. Word Count: 1.7k

I was lounging on a sunbed by the pool, lazily sipping on my drink. Soft chillout music played somewhere in the background while the warm breeze toyed with my hair.

Without thinking too much, I snapped a photo — my legs stretched out against the backdrop of the turquoise water, a sliver of the pool... and completely by accident, part of Jungkook's tattooed arm as he stepped forward in the water.

I didn't even notice. Honestly.

I posted the picture on Instagram and tossed my phone aside. It was supposed to be innocent. Just another vacation snapshot.

Minutes later, my phone started vibrating like crazy. The calm was shattered by an endless flood of notifications.

I picked it up.

"Who is that?!"

"Whose arm is that?!"

"ANSWER ME NOW."

Texts from my boyfriend blew up my screen, one after another, getting angrier by the second.

"Are you hiding something from me?!"

"Who the hell are you with?!"

"You think I'm stupid?!"

The phone kept ringing, notifications popping up nonstop. I let out an annoyed sigh.

Jungkook, leaning against the edge of the pool with his drink almost empty, raised an eyebrow at me.

"Someone's losing it," he said with a smirk, but there was a darkness behind his eyes that hadn't been there a moment ago.

I scrolled through a few more messages, each more frantic than the last.

"Where are you?"

"Why aren't you picking up?"

"If you don't answer, I swear I'll fly there and find you myself."

I scoffed under my breath.

"I can't believe I ever let him treat me like this," I muttered, tossing my phone down onto the pool tiles like it was nothing.

"He doesn't even deserve to know your name," Jungkook said, his voice low and rough. "Let alone have any claim on you. Why the hell are you still with him?"

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes for a second. Jungkook didn't push, just watched me with that intense, half-lidded gaze.

Jeon was my ex. Someone I shouldn't have been anywhere near. And yet — here we were. No promises, no grand declarations. Just stolen glances and small touches that said more than words ever could.

No one knew about us. And honestly? That was fine.

My "current boyfriend" — if I could even call him that anymore — was just a ghost in my life. All that was left between us was fights and his sick jealousy. He treated me like property. Like something to control, even when he knew he couldn't keep me.

I heard Jungkook climb out of the pool, the sound of dripping water hitting the hot tiles.

Then I felt his fingers ghost over my bare shoulder, slow and deliberate.

I didn't look at him — I didn't need to. His touch told me everything. Anger. Lust. The desperate need to remind me who I belonged to.

"Maybe I should remind you who really sees you... who actually treats you like you deserve," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine. Not from fear — never from fear.

I turned my head, meeting his gaze.

"Show me," I said, voice steady.

He didn't hesitate. He grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.

The sunlight danced across the water, but all I could feel was the heat radiating off Jungkook's body standing so close to mine.

"You already have everything you need," he murmured, his hand sliding down to my hip, gripping it firmly enough to make me gasp.

"You're not his anymore," he added, like it was a simple, undeniable truth.

I didn't answer. I didn't have to.

My heart was racing, and my body — my body had already chosen long before my mind could catch up.

Jungkook's fingers tightened on my hips, pulling me flush against him, closing the last sliver of distance between us.

"You have nothing left to lose," he growled, his breath hot against my skin.

And instead of replying, I kissed him.

Our bodies crashed together like waves under a burning sun, the heat between us making the world blur at the edges.

There was something in his eyes — not just dominance, but a flicker of something softer, something raw. Like he wasn't just claiming me. He was begging me to let him.

Our breakup had never been clean.

It wasn't a final conversation or a huge fight — just silence stretching longer and longer until the space between us became impossible to cross. His career took off, he was gone more than he was home, and then he left for the military.

he birthday party of our mutual friend was the moment when we started talking again.

We were supposed to be rebuilding a friendship.

Instead, we ended up rebuilding something very, very different — in his bed.

Now, his lips crashed into mine, rough and desperate, like all those buried feelings were too much to hold back anymore.

"Don't go," he snarled against my mouth, hands anchoring me in place like he was afraid I'd vanish.

He kissed me harder, messier, rawer, like we had wasted too much time pretending we didn't still belong to each other.

"Fuck this," he growled. "Fuck your boyfriend. Fuck pretending. Fuck hiding."

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the hotel.

We didn't care who saw. Not anymore.

My heart thundered against my ribs, adrenaline and desire sparking electric under my skin.

As soon as the elevator door slammed shut behind us, Jungkook pushed me against the wall and kissed me like a man starved.

His hands roamed down my body, yanking at the strings of my swimsuit like they were nothing more than annoyances in his way.

"You were never his," he hissed against my skin. "You were always mine."

I didn't answer. I didn't need to. He already knew.

The door clicked shut behind us with a heavy sound.

And then he spun me around, pinning me to the wall with a force that stole my breath.

His hands slid possessively down my hips, tearing at the fragile ties of my swimsuit like they offended him by even existing.

I felt his hot breath against my neck, ragged and shaky.

"I've had you before," he growled, freeing himself with one hand while still holding me captive against the wall. "But now? I need you even more."

I braced my forehead against the cool wall, trying to steady my breathing — but then he thrust into me in one hard, brutal move.

A helpless moan tore from my throat.

Jungkook cursed under his breath, gripping my hips even tighter.

He moved fast, rough, relentless — but there was something new in the way he touched me.

Something raw. Something desperate.

"My girl... mine," he whispered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving behind marks, proof, branding me.

My hands scraped against the wall, searching for something to hold onto as his pace became merciless.

His hand slid up to my throat, holding me there, a soft but undeniable reminder of exactly who I belonged to.

"No one else will touch you," he growled, voice dark and low. "No one else will even fucking look at you."

I felt him bite down on my neck, a fierce mark blooming under his teeth. A mark everyone would see. A mark that would scream to the world that I was his.

"I want everyone to know you're mine. I don't care about hiding. I don't care about anything but you," he hissed, every sharp thrust of his hips driving the words deeper into my bones.

Then, without warning, he spun me around to face him.

I sagged against the wall, legs trembling, heart hammering against my ribs.

Jungkook stared at me — wild, intense, something dark and something tender swirling in those deep, dark eyes.

Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me up, forcing my legs around his waist.

He carried me to the bed, throwing me down onto the soft sheets.

He didn't give me time to think.

He was on top of me instantly, his hands mapping every inch of my body like he was trying to memorize me, claim me all over again.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," he murmured, voice low and ragged.

Before I could even form a reply, he was inside me again — deeper, rougher, more desperate.

Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that was frantic, messy, real — like all the time we lost had finally caught up to us.

His forehead pressed against mine, sweat mingling between us, and in his eyes I saw everything.

Not just lust.

Love. Longing. Regret. Hope.

Everything we had lost and everything we were still too scared to name.

He cupped my face with one hand, kissed me so fiercely it felt like the world might end — and I didn't care if it did.

Because right now, there was only him.

Only us.

When we finally shattered together, it felt like the world tilted off its axis.

We stayed there, tangled up, breathing in the same rhythm.

He didn't move. Just held me tighter, like he was afraid if he let go, I'd disappear.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered against my temple, his voice sure and steady.

He rolled us onto our sides, pulling me close against his chest.

His hands roamed my body, never staying still, like he needed the constant reassurance that I was really there.

But it was his gaze that seared into me most of all.

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, his hand slid up to cup the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his eyes.

They burned into mine, raw, aching, desperate.

"Fuck pretending," he growled. "Fuck acting like I don't love you."

My heart stopped for a beat.

Jungkook didn't look away. Didn't flinch.

He just held my gaze, waiting.

I didn't say it back.

I didn't need to.

He already knew.

[ryuyejiho]

"Drinks and Desires" Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering, Sex Summary: A bartender and regular customer, Jungkook, share a playful flirtation that turns into an intense, passionate night, changing their relationship forever. Word Count: ~2.7k

Working at the bar on night shifts was not one of the best. But it always became survivable thanks to that one regular customer.

He came here almost every day. He would have either one drink or countless drinks getting drunk. He would always sit at the bar and watch me work. At first I found it annoying and uncomfortable, but since the first time he spoke we liked each other, and every time I'm glad when I see him at the doorstep.

We may not have been best friends, we knew each other as much as a late-night conversation and never saw each other outside the bar, but I could safely say we were drawn to each other by something. We got along well, and even though we didn't know anything about each other, we always had a multitude of topics to talk about.

I knew Jungkook was a singer but I had never heard his songs or heard him sing. I wasn't from around here and my life only revolved around work and studying at a Korean university.

I was just wiping the glasses dry when a man walked in. He had a huge black jacket, a black hat and a black mask over his face. I immediately knew who it was, it was his standard look. He walked up to the bar, sat down on a stool at the bar across from me and pulled off the mask which he put in his jacket pocket before unzipping it. He looked at me and smiled such a forced smile and when I burst into laughter he laughed lightly himself. I handed him the drink he always drank and leaned on the countertop behind me watching him drink it in one gulp.

"What's so late today?" I asked, taking the glass from him.

"I had to stay longer at training today. And I had singing lessons. But I came to see you," he smiled stupidly.

"Do you want something else?"

"Make me something good. Something I haven't drunk yet" he leaned forward and made such puppy eyes. I shook my head with amusement and reached for new glass.

"Give a review if it's good," I said, hoping he'd like it. Sometimes I caught myself making myself weak for him. That I do everything he wants and do everything to make him happy.

"I think it's a little too sweet for me," he stated, holding his glass up and eyeing the pink color of the drink.

"Why?" I asked slightly disappointed.

"Because it's nothing compared to how sweet you look today," I took a moment to digest what he said. I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him at which I heard him laugh out loud.

For the next hour he threw around such texts and had a great laugh about it. I was fed up with him, at the same time I looked at my watch with pain and how time was passing quickly. Jungkook sat quietly for a while until I handed him the same drink again.

"You're good at this.... But you know what would make it even better?" he asked raising his eyebrows .

"What?"

"If you served me you on the side" I took a deep breath to cool down at which he laughed. I looked at him, leaned forward against the bar and replied in a quieter tone.

"Careful, that might be a little too much for you," at my words, he parried a gentle laugh with a smirk.

"You'd be surprised at what I can handle" he put the glass to his lips and drank the rest of the drink to the end in one gulp. Saying nothing, I walked away from the bar and went to the last three guests to inform them of the closing.

While they were gathering to leave I started wiping down the tables and setting up the chairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jungkook take one of the bottles of wisky by himself and pour himself a glass. I was lucky that there were no cameras around. Then he suddenly appeared next to me looking at what I was doing.

"I'm not sure if you're cleaning .... or teasing me," I looked at him surprised and laughed.

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" I replied jokingly to which he leaned against the table and sighed.

"Trust me, I really would," I shook my head and walked away.

I went to the door to close it and then headed to the storage room to grab a mop to clean the floor. I started from the bar and moved closer towards him. All this time he stood in the same position and watched me without saying a word.

"You're doing a good job with that mop."

"Thanks?"

"It's not the only thing I'd like to see you handle.... properly," he said in a flirty tone, coming up to me. Half the night I heard such texts from him, but I began to notice that they had ceased to be one hundred percent just jokes.

"Do you want to stay and help me?" I asked to which he immediately shook his head in denial.

"Tell me to go," I looked at him surprised.

"Why would I?"

"Because if I stay any longer, I'm not helping you clean. I'm helping you make a mess" I lowered my hands in helplessness and walked back to the bar to put everything in its place and clean up there. After that I would be free and could go home.

But before I could get behind the bar the boy grabbed my hand and leaned me against the counter. He stood facing me, a little too close, and rested his hands on either side behind my back. He lowered his face so that it was at my height.

"Last chance. Say it now... or don't say it at all," he said quietly, in such a sexy tone, alternately looking into my eyes and peering at my lips. Now for him to go was the last thing I wanted. Thinking nothing of it, I joined our lips in a kiss, and before I realized what I had done, Jungkook reciprocated it without hesitation. 

In a split second, everything became several times more passionate, appealing. His hands wandered over my bare skin under the shirt I was wearing, our tongues fought a battle for dominance over each other. But as I mentioned earlier, I was very weak to him. Even, apparently, in this regard.

In one nimble movement, he lifted me up and planted me on the counter next to some empty bottles that had fallen over creating a loud clang. He stood between my thighs and pulled me closer so that our bodies pressed against each other.

"I warned you," he said between kisses.

"And did I say anything to make you go," I replied sarcastically, breathing deeply. He smiled cocky and started kissing me again. After a moment, he straightened up slightly pulling away from me, looking straight into my eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but held back. Instead, he moved his fingers down my thigh to my knee and sighed with a slight smile.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been thinking about this?" I tilted my head, feigning innocence at his words.

He clamped his fingers quite firmly on my thigh, close to my intimacy, and there was a spark in his eyes. He moved his hand down and up again, on the inside of my thigh, without taking his eyes off me. I felt my breathing quicken and my body tighten under his touch. His lips returned to mine, more greedily, more confidently this time.

He didn't kiss like someone who asks permission - just like someone who finally got what he wanted.

I felt his fingers weave into my hair pulling on it to make my head tilt back, and he began to move his lips along my neck. The warm breath on my skin made me shiver and the tip of his tongue left a wet, steamy trail.

I slid my hands under his T-shirt, mussing his belly with my fingers as I felt his hard muscles tighten under my touch. His hips moved closer until there was nothing left between us. He sucked, nibbling at the skin on my neck until a quiet moan escaped my lips, barely audible, but he reacted immediately - he raised his head and looked at me as if that very sound was all he wanted to hear.

His breathing was hot and uneven, and his eyes were dark with desire.

With one hand he embraced me tighter, and with the other he slid down to my neck, kissing me deeply - no longer sensually, but desperately. At that moment we stopped caring about anything. We moaned into each other's mouths, my hands roaming all over his torso.

He unbuttoned my shirt but halfway through he aggressively ripped the buttons which fell to the floor, then, almost immediately, his lips moved to my breasts. I pulled my shirt off completely and weaved my fingers in his thick hair, tilting my head back and sighing in pleasure.

At one point he straightened up and his fingers tightened on my waist. Harder. More securely.

And then, kissing me again briefly and greedily, in one motion he slid me off the counter and pressed my front against the cool surface of the bar. His lips were on my neck and his hands on my hips, which he lifted slightly and pressed me even closer to him. I felt his body pushing against mine, felt his bulge on my buttock.

He moved his fingers upward along my waist until his full hands caught my breasts. I entwined my fingers around his wrists tilting my head back and resting it on his collarbone. Jungkook let out a satisfied purr and moved one hand to my neck tightening his fingers on it. With the other he moved down to my pussy pressing his hand against it.

"The way you let yourself be led makes me unable to stop wanting you," he whispered in a low tone of voice and bit the lobe of my ear. I smiled cocky, as if showing how much I liked it.

"Shameless submissive" after those words he pushed me onto the bar to lean over, put his hands on my hips and pressed his hips against my buttocks. I moved my ass from side to side at which he quietly moaned and slapped my buttock with his full palm.

At one point he grabbed the hem of my skirt and in one motion pulled it upward so that it was now rolled down over my waist. He moved my panties to the side and without hesitation, without warning, slipped a finger inside me. Not for long because he immediately pulled it out, but the movement made me shiver. I involuntarily let out a loud moan, bending my head down.

Jungkook grabbed me by the hair and pulled hard, so that I was now holding my head high. Then, again without any warning, he slipped two fingers into me this time and began to move them at once, quickly and sharply. The whole room was filled with my desperate moans and the sounds of my already quite wet pussy.

Suddenly he stopped any actions, let go of my hair and pulled his fingers out of me. For a moment there was silence, only my loud breathing could be heard, and after a moment the sound of rustling clothes falling to the floor. Before I could turn my head, Jungkook moved closer to me so that I could gently feel his bare skin rubbing against mine.

He stroked my buttocks for a while, taking turns giving them fairly firm spanks, until after a long while he moved closer and placed several kisses on my back. Then I felt his hand on the center of my buttocks and slipping between his penis. At the thought, I took a deep breath.

He moved back and forth rubbing against me, breathing deeply. I reached back with my hand wanting to touch him but he pushed it away. Instead, he moved away for a moment and then I felt his tip at my entrance. I closed my eyes and let out a long, loud moan as he entered me with his entire length, slowly as if he wanted to feel every millimeter. When he entered fully he remained like that for a while without doing anything. We both breathed faster and faster, and I could feel my heart pounding hard.

I wanted more, I couldn't wait for him to start doing more so I started to move my ass myself but he put his torso on top of mine, pressing me against the tabletop and restraining my movements.

"Slowly... I want you to feel how much I want you," he said and put his hand on my neck, pressing his hips against mine even more.

"Do it, I can't wait, please..." I said in the most desperate voice in my entire life. At my words, he laughed softly and moved his hips away coming out of me halfway. Then he slid back into me, slapping hard so that the edge of the bar poked my ribs.

After a short while he did the same, doing it continuously. Faster and faster, once harder and once lighter. We both moaned like desperados, we were so good with each other that I didn't want it to ever end.

"You will be for me," 'Only mine,' 'You are so obedient,' 'You will do what I let you do,' 'You will not leave me until I let you,' he repeated all the time between moans, curses and kisses.

I could only afford to moan and scream. I wanted to tell him how well he was fucking me, I wanted to scream his name but I couldn't even do that. Tears were dripping down my cheeks, my legs were like cotton wool.

Then, he came out of me, turned my front around, and kissed me. He kissed hard, passionately, all the time he was the one in control. He lifted me up to which I wrapped my legs around him, walked a few steps and sat down on the nearest sofa. I could have started jumping on him but no. He held me firmly slightly raised and, leaning against the backrest, began to enter me hard and fast. I caught his shoulders and leaned back resting my forehead against his shoulder.

"I beg you, don't stop," I said and he pressed his lips to my cheek.

"Please..." I said again, this time in an almost crying voice.

"It's almost there, baby.... let me give it to you," he replied and put his arms around me tightly.

He sped up even more, his movements became chaotic. He hid his face in my hair, in the hollow of my neck. A few moments later we came together, simultaneously.

We sat like this for several minutes, trying to normalize our hearts. With one hand, he lifted my head for me to look at him after which he kissed me. But this time gently, still passionately but gently.

"Remember when I said you should serve me you on the side? Gotta say, tasted even better than I expected" I looked at him amused and punched him in the arm at which he laughed himself.

"Well, I did warn you it might be too much to handle" I shrugged my shoulders confidently.

"You didn't even do anything like that this time" he laughed.

"Then maybe next time"

[ryuyejiho]

"When Our Paths Crossed" Han

Pairing: Han x Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff Warnings: 18+, Smut, Dry humping Summary: Two people, who are casually acquainted, meet by chance at a café on a rainy day. As they talk and share personal stories, their bond deepens, leading to a surprising and intimate moment. Word Count: ~1.9k

It had been pouring rain since early morning, and there was absolutely nothing to do, so I decided to head to the nearby café. It wasn't far, but I took an umbrella with me because the rain was really heavy. The joys of summer in Korea.

I walked quickly because just as I stepped outside, the wind picked up, making the umbrella nearly useless. I barely managed to open the café door and squeeze through the narrow gap as the wind pressed against it. I folded the umbrella and placed it in the stand. Looking around the room, I searched for the best spot—there was only one other person inside, so I had plenty of options.

A guy was sitting in the corner, opposite the windows. He was hunched over with his head down, holding his phone, but his gaze was fixed on the floor in front of him like he was deep in thought.

I decided to sit by the window, on the opposite side from him, but as I got closer, I realized it was Jisung. We didn't really know each other—just exchanged a few words here and there at gatherings with mutual friends.

I thought I'd go say hi and headed in his direction. As I got closer, he looked up and met my eyes. For a second, he stared like he was trying to remember if he knew me, and then he gave me a wide, surprised smile. He immediately moved his things off the chair next to him and invited me to sit down.

We had coffee together, chatting about all sorts of things until the café closed. We shared so much about ourselves and realized we had so much in common—similar interests, tastes, even life experiences.

When we left the café, it was still raining, but in a gentle, calming way. Jisung had a longer walk home, so I offered to lend him my umbrella. But as a compromise, we agreed that I'd walk him to his dorm, since I had planned to stop by the store anyway.

On the way, our conversation turned to deep, emotional topics. I found out how sensitive he was, just like me. We opened up to each other about our fears and comforted one another. The closer we got to his dorm, the more we started giggling and joking around. It felt like we'd known each other forever—like we were soulmates.

"And when he poured the mix of juice and alcohol, he wanted to shake it hard. But he didn't close the lid properly, and it spilled all over him—his clothes, his face—everywhere," Jisung said, bursting into laughter as he told a story about one of his friend's beach party mishaps.

We reached the entrance of the apartment complex where he lived with the friend he'd just mentioned. Both of us were wiping tears from laughter.

"And now what? You're gonna walk home alone?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"I'll survive," I shrugged. He stepped closer and jokingly cupped my cheeks in his hands.

"Go straight home. Don't talk to strangers. Don't take candy from them. Got it?" he said in a mock-serious tone. I nodded with my eyes closed. And when I opened them...

His face was much closer. Only a few centimeters separated us. My heart started racing when I noticed his eyes lingering on my lips. He glanced briefly into my eyes, and then his face inched even closer. Once more, he looked into my eyes, though it seemed like he couldn't tear his gaze away from my mouth.

Then it all happened so fast. I felt his lips on mine, our noses brushing. We kissed like that for a brief moment. He stood there with his hands in his hoodie pockets; I was holding the umbrella with one hand. We pulled away slightly. He took a step back, and we looked at each other in silence. After a few seconds, he suddenly stepped toward me again, quickly pulled his hands out of his hoodie, and wrapped them around my lower back, holding me close by the waist. At the same time, he kissed me again, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

He held me tightly, like he didn't want me to leave. His kiss was both gentle and intense. I completely melted into it. I stood there, getting lost in the moment as the kiss grew more and more heated. When we finally needed to breathe, he pulled back just a bit but stayed close.

"I don't know if you'll even want to see me again after this, but... maybe you'd like to come upstairs?" he asked, his voice a bit hesitant, a little desperate, but still confident. I struggled between trusting him and my heart or listening to my brain.

My heart won. And so we stood inside the building, waiting for the elevator under the suspicious gaze of the security guard. Our hands were intertwined, our breathing still fast and uneven.

When the elevator doors closed behind us, Jisung practically launched himself at me. He started kissing me again, like it was already his favorite thing to do. He pushed me gently against the wall of the elevator, his hands placed beside my head, never breaking the kiss.

When we reached the right floor, he pulled away and, acting like nothing had happened, we stepped out into the hallway, discreetly holding hands. I knew he was doing it to avoid trouble if someone found out, but I found it funny.

We walked up to his door. He punched in the code and motioned for me to go in first. The apartment was completely dark, only moonlight from the large windows casting a soft glow inside. He gestured for me to be quiet and pulled me deeper into the apartment toward a door. We entered, and he switched on some LED lights. Still holding my hand, he walked backward toward the bed, pulling me along. He sat on the edge of the mattress and tugged gently, so I stood between his legs.

He looked up at me, smiling wide. Looking at him made me smile too. I wanted to squish his cheeks. At the same time, I had the urge to kneel between his legs.

There was something about his smile—hot, sexy, and irresistible. I can't even explain it.

I wanted more. More kissing. More of him. But I was too unsure to make a move. He seemed to sense my hesitation and moved his hands to my waist, his pinky barely brushing the hem of my shirt.

"And now what?" he laughed, and somehow, even that sounded sexy as hell.

"I don't know. You decide. I'm all yours," I said playfully. Even though it was a joke, he raised his brows at my words, still smiling. He laughed and pulled me even closer. Resting his chin on my stomach, he looked up at me, chuckled, and shook his head.

"Where were you when I needed you earlier?" he muttered, maybe more to himself. He leaned back a little and slid his hands down my waist. His eyes locked onto my stomach as he slowly lifted my shirt, trailing his hands upward, touching my skin. He leaned in closer and blew softly on my bare stomach. Then he looked up again, more serious now, with an intense gaze I'd never seen from him before.

After a long moment of silence and eye contact, he suddenly stood up, cupped my face in his hands, and started kissing me again—passionately, fiercely, yet with care. I didn't even notice when our kisses turned into soft moans and breaths of pleasure.

He turned us around and breaking away from my lips, he gently pushed me down onto the mattress. As soon as my back hit the bed, he hovered over me, resting on his fists. He didn't wait long before our lips met again—first gentle brushes that quickly escalated into a passionate game.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, but he quickly sat up on the bed, knelt over me, and pulled off his hoodie in one swift motion. Then he was back above me. This time, his lips moved to my collarbone, and my hands slid to his bare back. I tried not to make any noise, but it was almost impossible. Han practically found all my sensitive spots right away, and with every moan of mine, he either sighed or let out a quiet chuckle

"This is in the way," he said and sat me up to take off my shirt. He smiled again, like earlier. "You seem a lot shier than before. Am I really making you that nervous?"

"Not true. If I wanted to, you would've been the one under me already," I replied, to which he just nodded and giggled. We were back in the same position, but this time, his face was even closer to mine. He pecked my lips, then started leaving kisses down my neck.

In response to his teasing, I lifted my knee and lightly pressed it against his crotch. His hips instinctively lowered, wanting more. I pushed my knee a bit harder, along with a loud moan when he suddenly pressed his finger to my clit—completely catching me off guard. Jisung quickly pulled back, laughed in surprise, and placed a finger on my lips.

"Shhh, do you want hyung to hear us?" he said, shaking his head with a grin before burying his face in my neck again, continuing to leave hickeys. His right hand rested low on my stomach, pressing down and slowly sliding lower. I matched his rhythm, raising my knee again and grinding in circles. He let out quiet moans that mixed with mine.

But that still wasn't enough for him. He sat up, positioning himself between my thighs so our crotches pressed together perfectly. He kissed me again, and the kiss quickly turned deeper, with our tongues joining the rhythm.

He moved his hips gently, but it was enough to bring us immense pleasure. Though it didn't last long—Han wanted more. He knelt again, keeping our crotches pressed, holding my legs against his waist, and moved faster. I couldn't help the sounds coming out of me. I came quickly.

Jisung didn't stop—watching me, feeling what I felt, drove him over the edge too.

Even though it wasn't full-on sex, we both felt completely satisfied.

We lay there in silence, lost in our thoughts. I knew I barely knew him and probably shouldn't be doing this... but I felt safe with him. Even now, with him lying on top of me, in total silence.

"Maybe you should stay the night. I'll give you some clean clothes," he said sweetly. I mumbled in agreement, and he reached up to brush hair from my face and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Smiling just as warmly, he got up and pulled me with him, handing me the first clean shirt he found in the laundry pile.

"Can I take a shower?" I asked. He immediately turned around, smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bathroom and closing the door behind us.

[ryuyejiho]

"Let him hear" San **

Pairing: San x Reader ft. Yunho Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering Summary: She's his, and Sanmakes sure Yunho hears every second of it. Word Count: ~2.7 k

I was lying in bed in one of Ateez's dorm rooms. They had convinced me to stay over, but as always, I had trouble falling asleep afterward.

The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of three boys breathing and occasionally snoring. I simply lay there, staring at the mattress above me in the bunk bed.

Yeosang was sleeping above me, Yunho was on a single bed across the room, and Jongho was on the floor— a consequence of our argument when he tried to give me his bed, and I refused.

I picked up my phone when I heard a notification and saw that San was online on KakaoTalk. I hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to message him, but before I could open our chat, he texted me first.

"Why aren’t you sleeping?"

"I can’t fall asleep🙁"

"Want to meet in the kitchen?😏"

"No, thanks" I chuckled softly and put my phone down. But another message came through.

"Told you, you should’ve stayed in my room. You can still come"

"I’m fine here. I just have trouble sleeping"

"Come over"

"No."

"Then I’ll come to you."

I shook my head at the thought.

"No need"

I replied, but then San suddenly went offline.

I set my phone down next to my pillow and turned onto my side, closing my eyes. But then I heard someone carefully press down the handle and quietly step into the room.

Lifting my head, I saw San grinning like an idiot as he carefully shut the door behind him.

His hair was messy, and he was wearing only shorts and a black tank top. Seeing him like that, I couldn’t help but smile.

He climbed onto my bed on his knees and hovered over me, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of my head. I laughed, trying to push him off, but he pressed a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet.

Our relationship was complicated. We weren’t a couple—at least not officially—but we acted like we almost were. We had made out more than once, and a few times we had sex. But we still remained on friendly terms.

I was friends with almost every member of Ateez. Almost, because there was one person I barely spoke to—Yunho.

About a year and a half ago, he told me he liked me. It wasn’t exactly a confession, but when I didn’t give him a special response, he got upset and started avoiding me.

San was well aware of this and never missed a chance to use it to his advantage. Normally, he and San were close—like family—but when it involved me, San took pleasure in showing off, making sure Yunho knew that I chose him instead.

"I told you I’d come," he whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling my scent, then turned his head so that his lips were mere millimeters from my cheek.

I couldn’t resist any longer. After a moment, I turned my head toward him, and the instant I did, his lips were on mine.

At first, it was a soft kiss, but with each passing second, San deepened it. He shifted on top of me, supporting himself on one arm while his other hand slid down my side until it reached my ass, gripping it firmly.

He squeezed and kneaded my butt while trailing his lips down to my neck. But the rather loud sound of our lips parting woke one of the guys, who started shifting and rustling his blanket. It was too dark for me to see who it was, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as San sucked on the sensitive spot on my neck.

San didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, he seemed pleased because he could clearly hear that the rustling was coming from where Yunho was sleeping. He knew Yunho must have woken up, and he didn’t mind one bit.

I tried to keep my breathing steady, to stay quiet, but San wasn’t making it easy for me. His full lips trailed lower, pulling down my tshirt, but that wasn’t enough for him. He sits on my thighs, pulled me up slightly, and lifted my shirt over my head.

He immediately leaned down, his lips attacking my breasts. I knew he was being too loud, but I couldn’t resist him.

My hands instinctively gripped his bare shoulders, and before I realized it, my nails were digging into his skin. But I knew San liked that.

He loved when I clawed at his shoulders, his back, his thighs—especially when I was kneeling in front of him on the floor.

Suddenly, another rustling sound filled the room, and I froze, pressing my lips together in an attempt to stay quiet.

"You better keep quiet. Unless you want your beloved to hear you coming on my fingers," he said as he slid his hand between my thighs, gripping one of them just enough for his palm to press against my clit.

I held my breath as he spread my legs apart, pushing my shorts and panties to the side, exposing my dripping core.

"San, not here. Not now," I whispered, shaking my head.

But he only smirked, running his fingers along my slit before pushing one inside me. A choked sound escaped my throat, and he grinned, signaling me to be quiet with his free hand.

He started moving his finger in and out at a slow, teasing pace, watching me intently. The moment he sensed I was adjusting, he picked up speed, and my eyes squeezed shut.

My shorts kept slipping back into place, frustrating him. With a sudden burst of impatience, he yanked them down so forcefully that the fabric ripped.

He looked momentarily shocked but then saw the way my expression changed—how I found it incredibly hot.

Noticing this, his gaze darkened. He gripped the fabric tighter and tore it apart completely.

Hovering over me again, he slipped two fingers inside me in one swift motion, moving them at an unrelenting pace.

Desperate to muffle my moans, I pulled a pillow over my face, but he grabbed it and tossed it behind him.

Even though I was trying so hard to stay silent, the room was now filled with obscene, wet sounds—my arousal coating his fingers as he plunged them in and out of me at an almost brutal speed.

And he was doing it on purpose.

He wanted Yunho to hear how good he was making me feel.

To hear how just his fingers could drive me insane.

In the dim moonlight, San could see that Yunho had been watching us this whole time.

At first, it amused him. But then, a wave of jealousy hit. So now, his only goal was to push me to the edge.

He wanted Yunho to hear me moan his name when I cum beneath him.

He picked up the pace, his movements almost aggressive. The pleasure was so intense it nearly hurt. My body trembled, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, yet craving more.

Then, he pulled my bra down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and lightly biting.

It was too much.

My orgasm crashed over me suddenly and violently. I whimpered his name—thankfully quiet enough to not wake the others, but loud enough for Yunho to hear.

San gazed down at me with a smug, satisfied smirk, his fingers still buried inside me. After a moment, he pulled them out, locked eyes with me, and licked them clean.

Smiling, he pressed a kiss to my lips before pulling me into his arms.

Just then, Yunho abruptly stood up from his bed and stormed out, shutting the door harshly behind him.

I was surprised, but San just let out a sly laugh and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I’ll get you some clothes," he whispered, starting to get up but I grabbed his hand.

"I’ll go to your room," I said softly. His lips curled into a cute smile.

[ryuyejiho]

"A Night of Truth" Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff Warnings: 18+, Smut Summary: "A night filled with laughter, unspoken feelings, and a confession that changes everything between two best friends."

Word Count: ~1.5 k

For the past hour, Hyunjin and I had been playing Xbox, having the time of our lives. We were sitting on a pile of pillows and a blanket on the floor, surrounded by empty pizza boxes, snack wrappers, and two half-full bottles of wine.

We had known each other since high school—that’s where we met and became best friends. There was never anything more between us, though I’ll admit that, at one point, I had a crush on him. But since he never showed any real interest in me, I eventually got over it. Or maybe… not entirely.

After another hour, when we got tired of playing, we put on a random movie and sat in silence, leaning against the bed.

"Say something," he nudged me with his shoulder, laughing.

"Something," I replied, making him roll his eyes and chuckle again.

"Let’s play Truth or Dare—but without the dares," he said, shifting to sit facing me.

We asked each other the most ridiculous and absurd questions we could think of. Then, he asked one that made him laugh—but for some reason, it stung a little for me.

"Why don’t you have a boyfriend yet?" He looked at me, slightly amused.

"Maybe because you never really see me" I thought.

"Maybe because I’m boring, hopeless, and unattractive?" I shrugged, bringing my wine glass to my lips.

"What?" His expression suddenly turned serious, and he furrowed his brows.

"What, what?"

"You’re beautiful," he said without hesitation, his voice quieter now as he looked at me.

I had never heard those words from him before. We had always been the besties who gossiped, made fun of people, and kept no secrets from each other—just friends.

"Don’t say that. You’re just trying to be nice, but we both know that if that were true, someone would have liked me by now." I hid my hands in the sleeves of my hoodie and lowered my head.

"You’re beautiful," he repeated, reaching out his hand. He gently lifted my chin, making me look at him. "Why do you say things like that?"

I simply shrugged, avoiding his gaze. Hyunjin moved closer, still holding my face, and softly ran his fingers over my cheek. He was unbelievably gentle. When I finally looked at him, his eyes were roaming my face.

"Because no one has ever complimented me. No one has ever been interested in me," I whispered.

Without a word, he placed his whole palm against my cheek, just holding it while staring deep into my eyes. I tried to maintain eye contact, but I couldn’t.

Seeing me struggle, he leaned in even closer. Our knees were touching, and his face was just inches from mine.

"I’m interested in you. I always have been," he murmured.

I shook my head in disbelief. "But not in that way."

At my words, he simply smiled and moved even closer, his lips now near mine as he gazed into my eyes.

"I’m interested in you in ways you can’t even imagine," he said, placing both hands on my face, holding me so carefully, so intimately.

"You are the most beautiful, fascinating person I know," he whispered, lowering his voice, his eyes flickering to my lips.

"Hyunjin, what are you saying? Are you drunk?" I asked, to which he smirked mischievously and did something I never expected.

He pressed his lips against mine.

He didn’t kiss me. He just held his lips there, as if waiting for me to react. I sat frozen, and he must have taken that as a bad sign because he started pulling away. But the moment he did, my heart ached.

I wanted him to do it.

"Please, don’t," I whispered quickly, grabbing his wrists before he could move his hands away.

Without hesitation, he leaned back in and kissed me.

It was slow, deep, and full of something I couldn’t quite describe. His hands slid down to my neck, holding me there for a moment before pulling away.

"I’ll show you how beautiful you are. You just have to let me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.

I hummed softly in agreement, and in response, he placed his hands on my waist, guiding me onto his lap.

His hands immediately slipped under my hoodie, where I had nothing underneath. One hand traced my side while the other held me firmly, as if he didn’t want me to run away.

Tilting his head, he looked at me, licking his lips.

"Your eyes are stunning. Like a galaxy filled with a million stars. Your lips… so full, so beautiful," he murmured, brushing our mouths together.

"Your cheeks… I always want to squeeze them, touch them whenever I see you."

"Thank you," I whispered barely loud enough to hear.

"And your body…" His voice dropped lower. "You always hide it under oversized clothes. You don’t even realize what you do to me when you wear something more fitted. Can I?" He grabbed the hem of my hoodie, tugging it up slightly as he looked at me for permission.

"Mhm," was all I could manage.

"I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this so many times," he admitted, his voice almost dreamy as I sat in front of him, completely bare from the waist up.

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I thought he was just being kind. But as I looked at his dark, hungry gaze, I started to believe that maybe… maybe he meant it.

He placed his hands on my chest, rolling my nipple between his slender fingers, holding me so intensely that I suddenly felt small, vulnerable.

No one had ever seen me like this. No one had ever touched me like this. It was a little overwhelming—but I knew I could trust him.

After playing with my nipple for a moment, he glanced up and tucked my hair behind my shoulders.

"Your hair is so beautiful and shiny," he whispered before pressing his lips to my neck. He kissed me softly, inch by inch, moving lower and lower. I closed my eyes, giving in to the pleasure—but my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.

"Why are you doing this?" I murmured, barely audible.

Hyunjin didn’t answer at first. His lips kept moving downward—from my ear to my chest. Finally, he looked up at me, smirking before quickly flicking his tongue over my nipple.

I gasped, feeling a shiver rush through my entire body. He chuckled.

"Because I want to," he whispered against my skin. "I want to show you how beautiful and precious you are. How much you mean to me."

He kissed me again—deeper, hungrier. I melted into it, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulled me even closer, his hands gripping my waist.

We kissed like that for minutes until a small, unintentional moan escaped my lips. My face heated up with embarrassment.

Hyunjin, however, only smiled. With a pleased hum, he gently pushed me down onto the floor. I tensed slightly, and he noticed.

"Don’t be scared. I won’t do anything you don’t want," he reassured me softly, his fingers delicately tracing my arm.

"I know I can trust you," I whispered.

His smile widened as he pressed soft kisses along my shoulder, slowly working his way downward. He trailed kisses over my chest, my stomach, leaving a warm, tingling path in their wake.

I could feel the heat building between us, the undeniable desire. I wanted more.

I sucked in a breath as he moved lower. I lifted my head to look at him—just as he looked up at me. Holding my gaze, he took the waistband of my panties between his teeth and snapped it back against my skin.

I gasped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending a shiver down my spine.

"I can’t resist you," he whispered, his lips hovering over my skin. But then, suddenly, he pulled away and moved up to my face.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"I don’t want to do this while we’re drunk," he admitted. "I want you to remember it. I want you to understand how much I want this. How much I want you."

I felt a pang of disappointment—but I knew he was right.

"I promise I'll finish this. And I promise you—I am very much interested in you. I always have been," he said with a soft smile before getting up and helping me to my feet.

He grabbed the pillows and blanket from the floor, spread them out on the bed, and immediately threw himself onto it. Then, he patted the spot beside him and opened his arms, silently inviting me to cuddle up with him. Without hesitation, I did just that.

I buried my face in his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With a smile on my lips, I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift to us.

I hope that tomorrow will be the right day.

[ryuyejiho]

Please give me suggestions on what stories I should write and with whom 😩🫶

[ryuyejiho]

"Let him hear" Sunwoo **

Pairing: Sunwoo x Reader ft. Hyunjae Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering Summary: She’s his, and Sunwoo makes sure Hyunjae hears every second of it. Word Count: ~2.7 k

I was lying in bed in one of The Boyz's dorm rooms. They had convinced me to stay over, but as always, I had trouble falling asleep afterward.

The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of three boys breathing and occasionally snoring. I simply lay there, staring at the mattress above me in the bunk bed.

Eric was sleeping above me, Hyunjae was on a single bed across the room, and Younghoon was on the floor— a consequence of our argument when he tried to give me his bed, and I refused.

I picked up my phone when I heard a notification and saw that Sunwoo was online on KakaoTalk. I hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to message him, but before I could open our chat, he texted me first.

"Why aren’t you sleeping?"

"I can’t fall asleep🙁"

"Want to meet in the kitchen?😏"

"No, thanks" I chuckled softly and put my phone down. But another message came through.

"Told you, you should’ve stayed in my room. You can still come"

"I’m fine here. I just have trouble sleeping"

"Come over"

"No."

"Then I’ll come to you."

I shook my head at the thought.

"No need"

I replied, but then Sunwoo suddenly went offline.

I set my phone down next to my pillow and turned onto my side, closing my eyes. But then I heard someone carefully press down the handle and quietly step into the room.

Lifting my head, I saw Sunwoo grinning like an idiot as he carefully shut the door behind him.

His hair was messy, and he was wearing only shorts and a black tank top. Seeing him like that, I couldn’t help but smile.

He climbed onto my bed on his knees and hovered over me, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of my head. I laughed, trying to push him off, but he pressed a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet.

Our relationship was complicated. We weren’t a couple—at least not officially—but we acted like we almost were. We had made out more than once, and a few times we had sex. But we still remained on friendly terms.

I was friends with almost every member of The Boyz. Almost, because there was one person I barely spoke to—Hyunjae.

About a year and a half ago, he told me he liked me. It wasn’t exactly a confession, but when I didn’t give him a special response, he got upset and started avoiding me.

Sunwoo was well aware of this and never missed a chance to use it to his advantage. Normally, he and Hyunjae were close—like family—but when it involved me, Sunwoo took pleasure in showing off, making sure Hyunjae knew that I chose him instead.

"I told you I’d come," he whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling my scent, then turned his head so that his lips were mere millimeters from my cheek.

I couldn’t resist any longer. After a moment, I turned my head toward him, and the instant I did, his lips were on mine.

At first, it was a soft kiss, but with each passing second, Sunwoo deepened it. He shifted on top of me, supporting himself on one arm while his other hand slid down my side until it reached my ass, gripping it firmly.

He squeezed and kneaded my butt while trailing his lips down to my neck. But the rather loud sound of our lips parting woke one of the guys, who started shifting and rustling his blanket. It was too dark for me to see who it was, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as Sunwoo sucked on the sensitive spot on my neck.

Sunwoo didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, he seemed pleased because he could clearly hear that the rustling was coming from where Hyunjae was sleeping. He knew Hyunjae must have woken up, and he didn’t mind one bit.

I tried to keep my breathing steady, to stay quiet, but Sunwoo wasn’t making it easy for me. His full lips trailed lower, pulling down my tshirt, but that wasn’t enough for him. He sits on my thighs, pulled me up slightly, and lifted my shirt over my head.

He immediately leaned down, his lips attacking my breasts. I knew he was being too loud, but I couldn’t resist him.

My hands instinctively gripped his bare shoulders, and before I realized it, my nails were digging into his skin. But I knew Sunwoo liked that.

He loved when I clawed at his shoulders, his back, his thighs—especially when I was kneeling in front of him on the floor.

Suddenly, another rustling sound filled the room, and I froze, pressing my lips together in an attempt to stay quiet.

"You better keep quiet. Unless you want your beloved to hear you coming on my fingers," he said as he slid his hand between my thighs, gripping one of them just enough for his palm to press against my clit.

I held my breath as he spread my legs apart, pushing my shorts and panties to the side, exposing my dripping core.

"Sunwoo, not here. Not now," I whispered, shaking my head.

But he only smirked, running his fingers along my slit before pushing one inside me. A choked sound escaped my throat, and he grinned, signaling me to be quiet with his free hand.

He started moving his finger in and out at a slow, teasing pace, watching me intently. The moment he sensed I was adjusting, he picked up speed, and my eyes squeezed shut.

My shorts kept slipping back into place, frustrating him. With a sudden burst of impatience, he yanked them down so forcefully that the fabric ripped.

He looked momentarily shocked but then saw the way my expression changed—how I found it incredibly hot.

Noticing this, his gaze darkened. He gripped the fabric tighter and tore it apart completely.

Hovering over me again, he slipped two fingers inside me in one swift motion, moving them at an unrelenting pace.

Desperate to muffle my moans, I pulled a pillow over my face, but he grabbed it and tossed it behind him.

Even though I was trying so hard to stay silent, the room was now filled with obscene, wet sounds—my arousal coating his fingers as he plunged them in and out of me at an almost brutal speed.

And he was doing it on purpose.

He wanted Hyunjae to hear how good he was making me feel.

To hear how just his fingers could drive me insane.

In the dim moonlight, Sunwoo could see that Hyunjae had been watching us this whole time.

At first, it amused him. But then, a wave of jealousy hit. So now, his only goal was to push me to the edge.

He wanted Hyunjae to hear me moan his name when I cum beneath him.

He picked up the pace, his movements almost aggressive. The pleasure was so intense it nearly hurt. My body trembled, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, yet craving more.

Then, he pulled my bra down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and lightly biting.

It was too much.

My orgasm crashed over me suddenly and violently. I whimpered his name—thankfully quiet enough to not wake the others, but loud enough for Hyunjae to hear.

Sunwoo gazed down at me with a smug, satisfied smirk, his fingers still buried inside me. After a moment, he pulled them out, locked eyes with me, and licked them clean.

Smiling, he pressed a kiss to my lips before pulling me into his arms.

Just then, Hyunjae abruptly stood up from his bed and stormed out, shutting the door harshly behind him.

I was surprised, but Sunwoo just let out a sly laugh and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I’ll get you some clothes," he whispered, starting to get up but I grabbed his hand.

"I’ll go to your room," I said softly.

His lips curled into a cute smile.

[ryuyejiho]

"On the line" - Lee Know

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader ft. Han

Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Smut, Sex Summary: A teasing game turns into heated temptation, but a phone call adds a risky twist. As they lose control, one question remains—did Minho ever hang up? Word Count: ~1.2 k

"Oh, come on, don't be such a dick," I grumbled, bumping Minho’s shoulder. We had been sitting on the couch watching movies for three hours. And for three hours, I had been trying to do anything to get Minho to pay attention to me.

"You wish I was. I can see how needy you are," he laughed with his signature smirk and shoved another chip into his mouth.

"Ugh," I only muttered, pouting like an offended cat as I leaned back against the couch. But after a few moments, an idea popped into my head, so I made myself a little more comfortable.

Without looking at Minho, I placed my hand on my chest and began to squeeze it lightly. In my mind, I imagined that he was the one doing it, but I would never admit it. Especially not now.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was grabbing another chip from the bowl and still watching the movie. But seeing his quick blinking and the slight redness in his ears, I knew he had noticed.

I tilted my head back and let out a quiet moan. My other hand wandered across my body until it reached my throat, which I gently wrapped my fingers around. I could feel his gaze on me, which didn’t surprise me at all—I knew how obsessed he was with choking me.

"Come here," I heard his deep voice. I immediately sat up and straddled his thigh.

His hands instantly found my ass, squeezing it tightly. He literally pulled me closer to himself, causing my panties to shift to the side.

Just as he started kissing my neck and I was beginning to lose myself in the sensation, his phone started vibrating, and a goofy picture of Jisung appeared on the screen. He pulled away from me and picked up his phone.

"Show me that you deserve anything from me, and you’ll get your reward. And be quiet unless you want Jisung to change his opinion about you."

Before I could say anything, he answered the call and put the phone to his ear.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there, waiting for him to finish the conversation—but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. After a moment, Minho placed his hand back on my hip and, with a tilt of his head and raised eyebrows, motioned for me to start doing something.

Seeing his smug expression with that signature smirk pissed me off, so I decided to show him what I was capable of.

With one swift motion, I took off my tshirt, leaving me in only my panties as I sat on his thigh. He grinned stupidly, and his hand instinctively moved to my bare breast.

I placed my hands on his still-clothed chest and slowly moved my hips in circles. My hands moved gradually toward his neck.

Within seconds, the bulge in his sweatpants was prominently outlined.

I lifted my gaze from his growing erection and met his eyes. I smirked slightly before shifting my focus back to my hands as they reached his throat. Licking my lips, I wrapped my fingers around it and, just as he was replying to Jisung, I squeezed. Just hard enough to cut off his breath mid-sentence.

Even so, Minho smiled and threw his head back. It seemed incredibly sexy to me. He looked like a madman turned on by a girl choking him. Though usually, I was the one being choked.

It was so sexy that my clit instantly became twice as wet.

Unfortunately for me, due to my movements, his shorts had rolled up—just enough that my barely-covered clit was now rubbing directly against his bare thigh.

I glanced down, and seeing how his dick twitched and the muscles in his thigh tensed, creating a visible outline, I involuntarily let out a moan.

A long, loud moan. So loud that Minho looked at me in shock and pressed the phone to his shoulder to cover the microphone. But after a second, he started laughing quietly.

"I told you something," he whispered before putting the phone back to his ear, trying to explain that I had hit myself, hence the sound.

I felt slightly embarrassed but decided not to stop.

I placed my hand on his bulge, gently stroking the fabric of his sweatpants. Minho pressed his lips together and slightly tilted his head back. I had the feeling that, in one second, he stopped caring about the conversation.

Wanting to tease him, I tightened my grip around his erection and resumed moving my hips. But now, I was so turned on that my movements became stronger and faster.

I could feel myself getting wetter. Minho felt it too because, with his free hand, he pushed my panties completely aside.

I slipped my hand into his sweatpants and wrapped my fingers around his dick. I squeezed lightly and teasingly played with the tip. When I looked at him, he was gazing at me with slightly narrowed eyes and parted lips.

I leaned in to kiss him. But just as our lips touched, Minho lost the battle with himself.

He set his phone aside, grabbed me by my ass and thigh, and pulled me closer, making me sit directly on his crotch. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he pulled his cock out and, with his index finger, pushed my panties aside before thrusting deep inside me.

Pressing his lips back to mine, he wrapped his arms around my waist and moved my body back and forth.

I could feel him deep inside me, stretching me. I pulled off his shirt and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I moaned his name continuously, which turned him on even more.

With one swift move, he flipped us over so that I was now lying on my back on the couch, and he was on top of me. Kissing my neck, he started thrusting so fast and hard that I began seeing stars.

Tears started streaming down my cheeks, and my throat was getting more and more raw.

When Minho is turned on, nothing can stop him. That’s when he turns into a beast capable of things no one would ever expect from him.

The way he moves, the things he says… Sometimes I feel like we’re unintentionally practicing BDSM. Minho is truly capable of anything.

A few minutes later, I felt myself getting close. I was overstimulated. That’s usually how our sex goes. And usually, when that happens, he stops all movement just to tease me.

But this time, it was different. Minho’s movements became even faster and more erratic. He gripped my shoulders tightly and buried his face in my neck. His moans became louder and more audible.

The sight of how aroused he must be pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard, and the way I clenched around him quickly brought him to his own release.

With a loud moan, I felt him cum deep inside me.

He kept moving for a little longer before collapsing onto me, hugging me tightly.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, gently running them through as I felt myself slowly drifting off. But suddenly, a thought hit me.

Did Minho ever hang up on Jisung?