squishyo-o

[squishyo-o]

I REREAD THIS LIKE 3 TIMES ONG ZOO WEE MAMAAAAA

emiiii can i req brother's bsf!won with a big dihh and he fucks u raw while your brother's sleeping right next to ur room 🥀

this lowk made me giggle but hello how have i not written for brother's bsf!won before.. ㅠㅠ

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), risky + unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink

everything about what you're doing feels so wrong, yet so good.

jungwon's hand is clasped over your mouth, muffling the cries you can't hold back as his cock stretches you, dragging deliciously against your tight walls.

"fuck," he whispers, the sound barely audible over your breathy pants. "you’re taking me so well, baby. always so tight for me."

every thrust has you sliding up the sheets, your breasts recoiling with every movement. the second you try to squirm or make more sound than you should, his palm presses harder over your mouth.

"don’t even think about it. you wanted this, right?" he whispers.

you nod helplessly, eyes fluttering, lips parted under his palm as his cock nudges deep inside your pussy. it all feels too much—the size of him, the pace, the growing pressure in your stomach, and the fact that your brother's just down the hall, not having a clue what you two are doing.

"you like knowing he could wake up and find you stuffed full of his best friend’s cock?"

you whimper, and he chuckles low, pulling his cock out just enough to shove his hips forward again, watching the way your eyes roll back.

"you’re fucking filthy, pretty thing," he murmurs. "it’s okay.. i like you like this. all mine, yeah?"

his hand slides from your mouth down to your throat, his other one gripping your thigh to keep it spread, fucking into your core harder, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, dangerously loud.

"gonna make a mess on you, baby.. wanna see you all covered in it."

all you can do is nod, take it, grip his arm for support as your release builds fast and heavy in your stomach.

"don’t hold back," he says. "cum for me, baby. be a good girl and soak my cock while your brother sleeps next door."

your pussy clenches tight around him as you cum a few more thrusts later, coating his length with your warm fluid before he pulls out just in time, groaning as he spills thick spurts all over your stomach.

he leans in to kiss your cheek after, whispering, "still think i should sleep on the couch?"

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[squishyo-o]

so what the fuck it’s literally all over my screen 🫠🫠🫠🫠

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one thing you and jake have never tried was cockwarming. but when you heard about the concept somewhere online, it sounded hot and you knew you wanted to try it.

what you didn't take into account, however, was how much your boyfriend would struggle with it.

he's sitting at his desk, manspreading as his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, his slim and veiny fingers typing away at his keyboard as he's trying to finish up his assignment before the deadline.

you quietly creep into his room, trying to think of how you can bring it up to him without sounding too awkward or timid. "baby," you call, and jake's eyes that were once glued to his screen immediately dart toward you.

"hi, love," he smiles at you, turning his chair to face you as you slowly walk over. when you're standing in front of him, his hands interlock with yours as he stares up at you with his hazy, puppy eyes.

"what's wrong, baby?" he asks, noticing your awfully shy state. "uhm, i just.. wanna try something different with you," you admit. his thumbs caress your hands as the rest of his fingers stay intertwined with yours. "oh yeah? what is it?" he says, exhilaration and anxiety washing over him.

"i wanna try, uhm.. cockwarming." the words finally slip from your lips, your cheeks flushing as you break eye contact with him, instead staring at the floor. "hm? what's cockwarming, princess?" he asks, genuinely confused like he's never heard of the term before.

oh gosh. you seriously have to explain what it is to him? the word 'cockwarming' alone was even too much for you to say. "well, we just sit there.. while, y'know.. your cock is inside me." you say, trying to maintain eye contact with him but it's far too embarrassing.

"so i just stay inside you? that's it?" he says, delight laced in his voice. a wave of relief washes over you as you're glad he didn’t ridicule your idea, but instead wanted to go through with it. "yeah, no moving.. just sit still and feel me." you say, feeling a little more at ease now.

jake's eyes flick at his laptop screen for a moment, scanning the report he hasn't yet finished, and looks back at you, his hands slipping away from yours. "yeah, let's try it. i have to finish this by 12pm.. think you can cockwarm me while i try to get it done?" he asks, saying the term you just taught him like he knew all about it.

you softly nod, watching him open his legs a little more and tug his sweatpants down, cock springing up. you slip your panties to the side that were covered by his oversized tee that you were wearing, before positioning yourself to sit in front of him. you sit, lowering yourself down more until his entire cock slides inside.

you gasp at the deliberate stretch, feeling it brush right before your cervix. "fuck, baby.." he softly groans, relishing the way your warm walls clamp around his length, before he remembers he can't move at all. he lets you take a moment to adjust before his hands move past your waist to type again, resting his head on your shoulder.

his breathing is slightly heavy, the tension in the room thick as he occasionally looks down at his lap just to see his oversized tee tied back so it wouldn’t get in the way, your plush ass pressed against his pelvis while his cock is buried deep in your pussy.

his typing becomes slower now, less focused, constantly hitting the backspace button and pausing as he begins to write nonsense, not at all relating to what his report is about.

he’s trying so hard to distract himself from the building pressure in his cock, but it’s nearly impossible. your pussy feels just too good wrapped around him, even without any movement.

"baby.. this is torture," he says, voice breathy as his focus is completely taken off his assignment, eyes darting to the back of your head as he waits for you to respond or even give in and do something. "jakey, just wanna try.. please," you softly say, turning your head back to look at him with slightly furrowed brows.

sure, his cock felt so good inside you at the moment, hitting your deepest spot and just burying itself inside you, big and warm. and yes, you were tempted and a good fuck right then and there would've been nice, but you wanted to go through with the idea.

at this very moment, you realized just how hard this was for him, just how impatient he was, just how desperate he was.

he sighs, fighting the urge to jerk his hips up, and diverts his attention back to his laptop screen.

he stares at the words he has previously written, trying to read over them, trying to see if they make sense—anything to distract him from moving. but it’s impossible.

unintentionally, his hips jolt up to readjust his position, and the minute he does, a soft moan escapes your lips and a groan leaves his.

his cock hits even deeper inside you, bumping at your cervix. "j-jake!" you scold, the temptation to move yourself now becoming harder to resist. "fuck, princess, m'sorry.. i can't." he says, voice shaky and laced with desperation.

he squirms under you, the urge of despair killing him as he just wants to fuck you, so bad. you give up, grinding your hips against his pelvis as you feel his cock brush against your sweet spot.

"nghh.. shit," you whimper, feeling his hands move to your hips to guide your movements back and forth. your walls tighten around his length with each roll, making his head throw back and mouth part.

"fuck—baby, ride me please.. i'll be good." he begs, voice laced with need as he can’t handle it anymore. the friction isn't enough.

you oblige, now beginning to bounce up and down, your hands clawing at the desk in front of him, back arching as he gets the best view possible.

he watches the way your flesh bounces against his pelvis, your slick that came from your failed cockwarming attempt stringing with each thrust. "that’s it.. use me, princess. fuck yourself on my cock."

"f-uck, jakey!" you cry out, head falling down as your arms on the table support you up. his cock twitches inside you, your pussy sucking him in so perfectly.

"mmhh, shit, gonna cum.." he softly groans, more whimpers leaving his lips as he pulls out just in time to let out his warm spurts on your ass, your bouncing slowing to a stop as your cum seeps out onto his sweatpants, creating a wet and sticky patch on the light grey fabric.

after you both take a moment to breathe and calm down from your highs, you look back to meet eyes with him as you both giggle at your horribly failed attempt at 'trying something different.' "next time, let’s see if you can stay still, yeah?" he mocks, smiling at you as you look away from him, cheeks flushing.

his assignment was long forgotten all because of you, but it was so worth it.

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[squishyo-o]

𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷' 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼❤️‍🔥

Yes this is a brain rot. Is there anything I’m thinking about? No.

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CW!: Reader and Soobin are horny as shitballs, bigdick!soobin x fem!reader, soobin has a size kink (HHHHUUUUUUUGGGEEEE), both of them are desperate as fuck, soobin luuuuuvvvsss your boobs <3, pet names (good girl, bunny, baby, probably others), oral (f receive), marking (scratches)

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What was in the air that Saturday night? Only god knows because you and Soobin were just UNBEARABLY horny. Normally Soobin can get horny fast if you do literally anything but this? This is on a different level. You? Well, with a tall glass of water like that, who wouldn’t get turned on? You don’t get that wound up like soobin does but today.. today you wanted him to fuck you until you were absolutely bedridden. Which in turn he delivered, the dummy he is. Speaking of dumb, that might be you sooner or later with the way he has your longly aching cunt on his face. Cock was already hard just waiting to be inside you, having stripped the two of you down already.

"Soobin- ah.. S-Soobin- lovely slow down— Soobin!" All you hear is a deliciously sounding (despite extremely muffled) groan from him and he just kept eating you out like he didn’t hear you. Seeing as he probably wasn’t gonna stop you just rut your hips into his face as you got closer to orgasm, squeezing your thighs around his face. "Fuck—mnnhgghffuucking hell I’m close soobin I’m g-gonna cum!- fuck!" Your hips stuttered on his face and your back arched as you released all your juices on his face. You kept riding his face as your clit throbbed from your orgasm. Soobin had licked you clean and that’s when you hopped off of him.

"Taste so f’kn good baby.." he said as he panted, licking your arousal off of his plump lips. "Soobin.." "I know.. I know pretty.. lay down f’me.." you quickly obliged, laying down for him. "Good girl.." he spread your legs, throbbing tip at your entrance. "Y’ready?" You nodded with a pout, soon wiped away by Soobin’s cock intruding your pussy. You gasped and held onto his shoulders as he pushed into you. "S-saah.. so fucking tight every time.." he whined a little. "s’big.." you moaned. He bottomed out inside you, looking at the small tummy bulge he made. He began thrusting inside you and watched as the little lump would disappear and reappear.

"F-feel me pretty?.. m’so big inside you.." Soobin moaned. You couldn’t even begin to reply, choking on your own words with every thrust Soobin did. "Fuck you’re so.. fucking—mnnhh bunny.." he moaned. "Soobin.. big.. so big inside. Ah!-" you whined, clawing at his shoulders and trying to hold on to him for dear life. As he picked up the pace, the bed creeks got more aggressive as he was just pounding into you relentlessly into the mattress. Weirdly enough, he got whinier as you guys continued. "Fuck you feel so good.. so good f’me on my cock.. my god you were m-made for me bunnyyy.." he whimpered.

"S-Soobin— Soobin I-I’m- I’m close- I’m fucking close- oh fuck.. please don’t sto-" "m’not.. not gonna.. n-not… any….time—fuck.. oh god.. g-go ahead and cum for me.." I think both of you guys were in tears by how horny you guys were. On top of that, you were already fucking each other. You came first, scratching his back, surely leaving marks for the next morning which just made him moan more. "God! Soobin!" You arched your back and sobbed while Soobin, about to cum, pulled out of you and suddenly came on your tits with a groan. "S-s’pretty.. s’pretty bunny.." the stickiness coated your plump and plush skin and mounds on your chest. He looked at the mess he made on your boobs and picked some of it up, putting it on your lips.

"Open.." you obliged and stuck your tongue out on his fingers and started sucking. "don even need to tell you to suck.. such a good girl.." My god. Soobin could’ve came again just from how you were taking his fingers in his mouth. After you licked his cum off of his fingers, soobin just immersed himself in your boobs. Oh but you weren’t done. You gently pushed him down and got on top of him, beginning to straddle his waist. "B-bunny-.. baby hold on.." "Soobie please.. m-m’not done.." you then sank down on his cock and he gave out an overwhelming whine. "Pretty-.. o-ohhnmmy god.." he moaned, hands naturally sliding to your waist as you bounced on him.

Soft plush boobs bouncing as you rode him and soobin can’t help but stare. Poor baby.. whining and drooling over your slightly sticky tits jiggling while you were pleasuring yourself on him. "F-fuck.. Soobin so big.." you cried. "I know.." fuck. He’ll never get over that bulge he puts in your tummy n’so full. Full of his cock. Your legs couldn’t keep going anymore and you gave out on his chest. "Can’t.. go anymo—!" Soobin started thrusting inside you, knowing you were close by how you sounded. "S’okay cmon.. let go f’me.." he groaned. As he fucked you, your hands clung to his shoulders, most likely leaving marks while you got penetrated in the best way possible.

"G-gonna cum- please don’ sto—ah!" Your pussy throbbed as you came on his cock and he slowed his thrusts down as you came down from your high, messily kissing your sweaty forehead. But even then. That still. Wasn’t enough. And I guess soobin took that hint also. "Guess we’re gonna be fuckin’ like rabbits today, yea bunny? Get on the floor and show me how good my cock was for you."

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𝓐𝓝: hi. i died. and you’ll never guess who’s still working on the taehyun fic 💔 sorry there’s been literally nothing new posted. school’s up my ass (wish it was soobin 😔) and i only have roughly 2-3 weeks left. oh this? there’s no reason behind this. im just horny. remember to drink water and take care of yourself <3

[squishyo-o]

it’s all over the screen.

just the tip! txt

nsfw mdni, listen to love language :)

to yeonjun, it’s a challenge, who’s gonna break first? you or him, who will beg for more, give in to raw desperation, the glint in his foxy eyes ‘cause even if you feel so good, he’s competitive, teasing you in a rasping voice, admit it, you want me to fuck you good, the type to draw out your begging, see how long you last before you break as he’s biting pretty hickeys into your neck, barely giving you 1% of the stimulation when you know he can fuck you senseless, gonna beg yet, baby? make you all teary cause you need it so bad, pussy drooling all over the sheets and sucking in the flushed tip of his cock with a lewd squelch,, hands restrained over your head so you can’t cheat by playing with yourself, it’s torture, isn’t it?

soobin’s obsessed with a slow morning fuck, he gets morning wood so easily and honestly, he might be the only one who really enjoys it, all sleepy and a bit turned on, burying his face in your hair and not wanting to leave the warm sheets, tip of his cock pushed into your pussy, he could sleep like this ‘cause it just feels so heavenly. the type to be so sensitive, though,, if you move a little he moans easily, caging you in with his arms so you’ll stay still, can’t leave at all… probably cockwarms with just the tip to make sure all his cum stays inside you from the night before. wake him up by riding him, god, soobin’s so obsessed with that, watching you sink down on his massive cock, so cute with a pout as you try to take all of him at once, hmm?

beomgyu’s a brat, he doesn’t even try. he’ll say it, ‘just the tip,’ but never means it, balls deep and full you the brim with his dick ‘cause he’s so impatient, sucker for quickies and sloppy fucks. come on, honey, just the tip, beomgyu groans, his head tilted to the side, hands already tugging at your shorts, what, you’re gonna interrupt his league game, get him all hard by humping his dick, and not let him fuck around a little? cock drooling precum when he pulls down his sweats, manspreading in his gaming chair, his chocolate brown eyes giving you that bratty stare. playfully thrusting up, dick rubbing against your pussy as you hover over him, just barely sinking down on the tip and beomgyu’s hands grab at your hips, pushing you down roughly, the sudden stretch making you whine. bulge in your tummy, barely a second before beomgyu’s dragging you over his cock like a warm n soft fleshlight, impatient as ever. think you can keep up?

taehyun thinks you could learn a lesson about patience, hmm? you told him you could handle it, needed his cock so badly, pleasepleaseplease just the tip? and now you’re whining and begging for more, trying to fuck yourself on his dick ‘cause he won’t give you more, thought you could make this quick, didn’t you beg for just the tip? soaked pussy wrapped ‘round the tip of his veiny cock and he won’t move, taehyun revels in watching you make a desperate mess of yourself, your fingernails digging into his forearms, giving him frustrated, needy eyes because you’re just dying to be fucked properly… learned the lesson yet?

huening kai’s the worst, lasts like 2 seconds ans he’s whining. please, just the tip, his broad chest pressed to your back and his heavy bulge pushing into the back of your thighs and ass, please, poor boy just gets so hard every time you cuddle he can’t help it. wants to “cockwarm,” but the second he pushes the tip in, kai’s so needy for more, big hands accidentally manhandling you to and thrusting in all the way, whimpering sorry ‘cause he couldn’t help himself, such a clumsy, big, sweet boy who’s obsessed with your pussy n the way it feels, but you love it, don’t you? sloppy, messy thrusts that fill you up so full, the heavy drag of his cock stretching your folds open, oh, kai’s gonna cum so quickly, isn’t he?

[squishyo-o]

I LOVE MY MOOT BESTIE SM

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙

Warnings: smut, Arguing, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of an argument, established relationship

Yoongi x FEM! reader

Authors note: This randomly hit my head and I thought I would take the time to write this out because I've been thinking about this for a while now, but lmk if y'all would like more like this and I hope you like this.

More after the cut

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭:

It's been a few days since the fight you had with your boyfriend, your blood is still boiling from the things that he said to you without thinking. He had stormed out of your shared apartment and hasn't talked to you since because he knew if he tried to talk things out it would end in world War III. He's been staying with Hobi trying to get advice how to calm the hell down because he's still pissed off and he's been isolating himself in joongs spare room in his apartment.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅:

I've been laying here staring at the ceiling trying not the think of the other night but it's nearly impossible to replay in my head of her screaming at me telling me she hates me and all this other bullshit. The anger that is still in my bones isnt going away and the urge to break everything is unbearable. The thousands of hateful and heinous thoughts are running through my head and they were suddenly stopped when I heard a knock on the closed door.

I slowly come back to reality to realize the knocks so I get up to open the door to find Hoseok coming to check on me.

"Hey I haven't seen you for awhile are you alright He asked".

"I- um yeah I guess" I say as I sit back down on the bed trying to hide my anger.

"You still look just as pissed off when you showed up 2 days ago" he continued looking a bit worried.

"Yeah I'm trying to think about how I'm gonna try to calm down" I say blankly.

"Well I mean the only think I have to say about that is try to go talk to her and work things out, or at least try because I know you guys love the absolute hell out of each other". He suggests while he's leaning on the wall.

I don't say anything but I look at the floor for a moment and think how I should try to salvage what we have.

"Ok" I eventually say gathering my phone, charger and other belongings and I head towards the door.

"If I don't come back that means she either killed me or we worked things out" I say looking over my shoulder as I walk out the door.

"Ok, good luck! " he says standing in the living room of his home facing the front door.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙿𝙾𝚅:

I'm sitting on the couch with my cup of tea just replaying the moment over and over again. I can't seem to get the fact out of my head that he said he wished he would have stayed in bed the day we met. I've been sitting here for about 20 minutes thing about the argument and how it still made my blood boil. I then look over at the hole in the wall from where he put his fist through. He never laid a hand on me and I don't ever think he will because he's not that type of person. I was then stopped dead in my thoughts to the sound of knocking on the front door. For a good second I thought it was the mail but then remembered the mail dosent run today, so I get up to see who it is. I open the door to my boyfriend standing there looking at me like he's still mad. My reflexes got the best of me and tried to shut the door in his face all for the door to stop before it shut, I then realize he stopped the door with his foot.

"I know we are still mad at each other but I want to work this out y/n". He says opening the door and stepping in the house.

"No I don't want to fucking talk to you right now, especially since you practically said you wished you never met me". You argue turning around and walking away from him

"I really wish you would go back to where ever you came from" you say to him in a irritated voice.

He turned me around faster than lightning and I try to resist but then he pins me to the wall and looks me in my eyes. It scares me but I don't show it

"Look, I came here to try to work things out with you, not to continue this damn argument". He says with an agitated voice.

"I don't even wanna look at you, I don't even wanna hear your bullshit" I say in a nearly yelling voice.

He looks into my eyes with a stare I've only seen him give the men that try to look at me when we are out on a date. Its scary but it doesn't affect me much

"You talking to me like that just makes me want to fuck those words out of you so the only thing you'll be screaming is my name babygirl" he says in a low voice.

Fuck you, I spit out with a smile on my face.

With lust in his eyes he picks me up from the wall and walks back to the room and throws me on the bed "damn in like when your rough with me" I say with a smirk.

"Shut up" he says pinning my hands above my head

𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚜

He starts trailing marks down your neck while he's undressing you. He breaks away and let's go of your hands and looks at you for a moment as he's undressing you. You start undressing him as he gets your top and bra off with in a second. With his now messy hair he starts trailing kisses down your body until he reaches the hem of your sweatpants and he starts to slowly take them off of you.

He looks up at you as he pulls you to the edge of the bed. He smirks and eyes you down as he teases your clothed cunt.

"Yoongi" you whine as he fingers you through your panties. "Please, fuck me" you squirm as he holds your hips down to stop you from moving. "I'm getting there baby, be patient" he says in a low voice.

He teases you a bit more before he hooks his finger around the waist band of your panties and pulls them down to expose your soaking wet pussy to him. " your soaked baby" he says looking at you while a grin

He spreads your legs a bit more before he kneels down on the floor. He brings your spread legs over his shoulders and begins to suck and lick your soaked pussy. "Ohh Yoongi" you moan out and grind against his face. He picks up his pace with his tongue attacking your clit, your hand finds it place in his hair as he eats you out like its his last meal.

He pulls away for a second to run his thumb over your clit and sticks his tongue in your tight hole making you moan out as he smirks against you. Knowing your neighbors are gonna hate you later. You feep a knot start to form in your lower abdomen

"Y-yoongi" you pant as he's now licking up and down your pussy making you jerk your hips into his face "i-im gonna cum" you say as he picks up his pace. "Cum for me baby, let it out" with that being said it only takes a few seconds for you to cum all over him, coating his face with your arousal.

You loudly moan out as he lifts himself up coming in to kiss you. He kisses you slow and deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He slides his boxers off slowly as his large member hits your belly with a slight smack. He starts to Stoke himself but before he can actually start to go faster you replace his hand with your own.

You signal him to lay against the headboard so you can return the favor of fucking him with your mouth. He brings himself to prop up against the headboard as you crawl up to lay between his legs, gently grabbing his thick hard cock and sticking the tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around it. He groans at the sudden feeling of your mouth around him.

You slowly start bobbing your head up and down a few times before sinking down to press your nose against his pelvis. "Fuck y/n" he curses as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. You begin to pick up speed and you feel his hand slide into your hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length. "Oh fuck baby" He groans out as you feel him twitch in your mouth.

"Oh shit - ah fuck im coming" he groans out before releasing his seed down your throat. You swallow as much as you can before crawling up his body to align your pussy against his cock. You grind on him a bit before he lifts you up to align himself to your entrance. As you sink down on him you both moan in unison. You place your hands on his shoulders as he puts his hands on your hips.

You begin to slowly bounce on him as he kisses your neck. He begins sucking in the crook of your neck eventually leaving a mark. You moan as you grip his shoulders.

He positions himself so he can get more balance before moving his hips into you, fucking you like he will never get to again. You scream out due to the sudden pace change. "Oh god,Yoongi please" you scream out as he continues his pace. Skin slapping against each other can be heard from the living room but you don't care because within this moment you just wanted to be with him.

As you two continue to fuck each other, you eventually feel that familiar knot begin to form in your belly. "Y-yoongi I think I'm gonna c-cum" you moan in his ear. "I a-am too baby, cum with m-me" he says in a raspy voice. He feels you tighten around him as you cum all over him as he releases with a sharp moan.

You flop on him as he praises you for doing so good. You place you your head in the crook of his neck giving him a quick kiss as he wraps his arms around your bare waist. "I love you so much babygirl, and I'm sorry for what I said the other day" he says in a soft relaxed voice.

"I forgive you Yoongi, I'm also sorry" you say to him while picking your head up to look at him. He kisses you before getting an idea in his head. "Do you want to continue this in the shower" he says smirking and you get up and drag him to the bathroom with a smirk.

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A/n: ugh so I've been postponing this for awhile but here it is. It was supposed to be posted on Valentines but oh well. This is my first actual Story so I hope you like it! I am taking requests so just ask and I will try to write it out for you!

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IM FOAMINF AT THE MOUTH

can you write something for soft turned hard dom san? i don't have a full idea yet but he asks reader if he'll let her do whatever he wants to her and when she responds yes he says aww thank you baby and then proceeds to ruin her

I'm very, very picky when fulfilling requests, but this one caught my eye immediately. You should be very proud of yourself, sweetheart.

Plug In, Baby

genre/au: soft!Sannie, he's too soft tbh, very respectful (we love a man who respects boundaries), established relationship, falling in love rating/warning: PG-18+ so MDNI!!! (you know how it is), this is pure smut without any sort of plot or whatnot, really just pure filth with a side of creampie, scratching, degradation, dacryphilia, bruises, biting, dom!San, no protection (do NOT do this!) word count: 8.2K words (genuinely enjoyed writing this)

Today marked three months of being with San and you were getting ready for the special dinner he said he'd take you. You already felt giddy thinking about it as you paced in front of the mirror to check your outfit. You met San through a mutual friend of yours, Wooyoung, and the connection was undeniable. You two formed a relationship within the week, and the first time he held your hand, you didn't even notice. He was so hesitant, so careful.

In fact, he still is. Granted, you two weren't together for long, still learning each other day by day, but sometimes, San was a little too careful for your liking. Like right now.

"My goodness, you scared me," you giggled, savouring the way San's arms wrapped at you from behind.

He smiled tenderly at you, giving you a quick kiss on your temple. You couldn't but frown slightly when the hug didn't last. "You look beautiful, baby," he murmured. "How did I get so lucky?" You hummed, tilting your head when he leaned in, kissing you softly on the lips, that air of hesitancy still there like this was the first time you had kissed. He treated you like fine glass, but that was fine. You heard him yelp behind his throat when you licked his lips open.

"O-Oh, uhm, wow," he pulled away, blushing beet red from his neck all the way up to the tips of his ears.

"What, you didn't like it?" You teased.

His eyes widened comically. "N-No! I mean, I d-did," San stammered.

You laughed out loud at his predicament. Cute, you thought. Every time you smiled at him, he looked away, cheeks pink, like he wasn’t sure how to handle the attention. All San could do was stare at you as your laughter filled the air, smiling as well.

He loved you a lot, though he hasn't said it before. He just gets extremely nervous around you. You might give him a heart attack one day, that's how much he feels about you.

And it wasn't like you didn't know this. San was naturally shy and meek, something you found extremely endearing on him.

"You sure you don't regret being with me yet?" San mumbled, refusing to look at you, pretending to fix his collar as he cleared his throat.

You frowned, confused. "Now, why would you say that?"

San sighed. "Baby, I don't know if you noticed, but you're way out of my league. I'm still surprised to this day when you said you liked me back. I probably had a mini attack."

It was always like this, and so, you reassured your boyfriend once more that he was fine the way he was, that you genuinely liked him for him despite his reservations about himself. You would never get tired of doing it because you were telling the truth.

He made another small, flustered noise, but this time, after a moment of hesitation, he did something that made your heart stutter.

He leaned in—just slightly, just enough for his shoulder to press against yours. And even if he didn’t say anything, you knew what it meant.

“Uhm,” he cleared his throat again. “Can I ask you something?”

��You know you can, Sannie,” you smiled, tilting your head curiously at him.

He opened his mouth, then shut it again, visibly struggling. His nervous energy was practically vibrating off him. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling widely at how cute your boyfriend was.

You smiled softly. “Hey,” you murmured, lifting your free hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He practically melted at the touch, eyes fluttering shut for half a second. “Take your time.”

He nodded quickly, swallowing hard, before finally forcing the words out.

“Do you...wanna do it tonight?”

Oh, God. He was so painfully endearing.

“You really want to?” You asked gently, running your thumbs over the heat of his cheeks.

His breath hitched, and after a long moment of hesitation, he nodded. “Y-Yeah,” he whispered, voice barely there. “Sorry, baby. I just want to make sure. You know I love the way your body feels with mine.”

It was your turn to blush. “Me too. I want everything with you...”

You were pretty sure you were falling slowly for this man, if you haven't yet. You had never met a man who was such a gentleman, someone who respected you and your boundaries but never failed to make you happy. You just hoped you made San happy, too.

Sex with him was what you'd describe as making love. Slow, soft love making. It was filled with gentle touches and passionate, deep, long kisses that always set your insides on fire. San had the body of a Greek god and it always fascinated you that he was just a sweetheart.

Everything about him was soft, and you loved it.

As you both walked in the restaurant towards the entrance, the way he opened the car door for you and the way he offered his arms for you to link with his made your heart flutter. "I'll give you a good time, yeah?" San smiled.

"I believe it," you giggled.

He shook his head at you with a small chuckle, like he couldn't believe you were real to begin with.

He directed his smile at the receptionist ahead, albeit more respectful and polite this time. "Hi," he began, keeping his voice quiet like he didn’t want to impose. "Reservation for Choi San, please?"

True to his words, he took you to a really nice place, a seaside nighttime restaurant. You were a bit surprised, you mentioned in passing a couple of weeks back while all your mutual friends were over that you've never been to one and you would love to experience it at least once in your life.

"Wow," you grinned, leaning on the railing that overlooked the sunset that reflected over the sea. "Sannie, this place is gorgeous."

He leaned towards the railing as well, a small smile plastered on his face as he stared at your face. "Yeah," he said, not looking away. "Gorgeous."

The way he snaked his arms around you as he guided you to your seat was gentle, like he was always second-guessing himself. The way he moved, careful and deliberate, never the type to rush. These were the things that made you want to be with him, you just hoped San understood that.

You gave the waiter a small 'thank you' as they walked away after handing you your dinner. The night went on better than you imagined, not that you doubted it in the first place. Anywhere with San was a guaranteed enjoyment for you, not because of where he would bring you, definitely not because of what he can offer you, but because you wanted to spend time with San.

You couldn't help but stare at him from across the table as he peacefully ate his food. You wanted to shake your head, how could this man think that he was out of your league? He had poise and grace that you didn't have, and he was genuinely the kindest man you've ever been with.

Your cheeks reddened when his eyes fleeted up and met yours. "You're staring, baby," he smirked, not breaking eye contact as he put the fork in his mouth and chewed on his steak slowly.

You bit your lip subconsciously. It doesn't escape San's attention. Something passes in his eyes that you couldn't really read before it goes away. As shy as San can be, sometimes he didn't know how deadly he could act. What makes it worse is that you know that he's not doing it on purpose.

You chuckled, then winked. "Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?"

That seemed to bring him down to Earth and you can physically see his mind short-circuit. Without thinking, you held his delicate hands to press a quick kiss to his knuckles.

You could swear that you could feel the heat radiating off his face. He made a tiny, helpless sound - something between a squeak and a whimper - then hid his face in his sleeve.

“Baby,” San whined, grabbing onto your hand and caressing his thumb over it despite his flustered state. “Y-You can’t just do that.”

“Do you want me to do it again?” You teased, watching his ears turn an even deeper shade of red.

He pouted, and it took you everything not to combust where you were seated, nodding his head slightly before looking around hesitantly. "Here?"

You shrugged, grinning widely at him while you got up from your seat to lean across the table and give San a sweet peck on the tip of the nose. When you sat back down, he blinked owlishly at you as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. His face was effectively the reddest you've ever seen.

Oh my God, you thought. Did you finally break your boyfriend?

Dinner ended without any hijinks. He got up before you and shyly offered his hand. "Walk with me, precious?" San smiled, his dimples convincing you like you ever even needed it. "The night is young. I wanted to spend more time with you before I take you home."

San and you lived separately. It was too soon to live together for the both of you, but as you walked side by side by the sea shore, maybe you could bring it up to him. You liked him enough to do so.

The moonlight illuminated his facial features as he stared on. San was beautiful, that you couldn't deny, but he wasn't the only shy one. Sometimes, you wish you could just tell him how much he meant to you.

Then, just as you were about to say something, you felt the lightest touch against your hands. When you glanced at San, he still wasn't looking at you, but you couldn't miss the nervousness in his gait.

His head was tilted down, hair falling over his eyes, as if he was bracing himself for rejection before he’d even really tried. Your heart clenched.

Slowly, carefully, you turned your palm outward, offering an unspoken invitation. "Baby," you whispered. "I appreciate you being careful with me since we're both basically new to this relationship, but I'd like it if you can hold my hand whenever you want next time."

His fingers curled around yours, and you smiled, giving his warm hand the smallest squeeze. “Okay,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

A beat of silence. Then, slowly, so slowly, his grip tightened, just a little. His face was still turned away, but you could see the way he pressed his lips together like he was trying to fight back a smile.

God, he was cute.

And somehow, the simple weight of his hand in yours felt more important than anything else in the world.

The drive home was tense, though. At least, on your end. San wanted to have sex with you the moment you stepped inside your house. You pressed your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the burning arousal that crept up your wettened core.

It was definitely an unspoken spark, the anticipation of what you both knew was going to happen later. The tension was delicious, and you couldn't wait.

"Did you want to stay the night?" You asked, trying to break the sparked silence in the car.

He hummed, it was deep and it vibrated down to your core, not responding with words. He side-eyed you once, one hand leaning against the car window, covering his mouth while his other hand held the steering wheel, before he turned back to the road.

It would have been odd behaviour from him if it didn't turn you on.

It didn't really escape your attention at how rigid San sat. You could see the way his chest rose and fell too quickly, his breath uneven. He looked like he was currently struggling to hold back as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down every single time he swallowed.

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, jaw tense as his eyes flicked to you again. "Did you want me to stay the night?" San exhaled, the sound low, controlled.

Oh?

That was interesting. You turned your head to the side, opting to stare at the window so San couldn't see the pleased expression on your face. He was a lot more turned on than you thought he was. You preened, happy that you had this effect on him.

By the time we pulled into your apartment, he was practically out of breath as he turned off the engine. When you looked at you, you wanted nothing but to jump at him, barely holding yourself back.

You smirked, reaching for his hand, letting your fingers lace through his, slow and deliberate. Teasing him was your favourite thing to do, you loved seeing his reactions. “Everything okay?" You asked innocently.

He nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked.

You smiled, tilting your head. "Shall we go inside?"

His lips parted slightly like he was about to talk, his fingers twitched against his thigh like he was debating something. You smirked when he wordlessly got out of the car and started walking inside your apartment, his hand subtly adjusting his pants. Oh, you were going to have fun teasing him.

But you frowned, confused, when San didn't make a move on you like you thought he would when you both walked in. Instead, he stared at you, shifting his weight from foot to foot, before he walked to your room to presumably change his clothes.

"San, wait," you stopped him, your heart beating fast, as you walked towards him slowly.

He freezes in his steps, looking back at you with vulnerable eyes. You stepped closer, using your free hand to cup his cheek, tilting his face.

“We don't have to do anything tonight,” you said softly. “I know you’re nervous. We don’t have to do anything tonight. Just being with you is enough. We have all the time in the world.”

And you meant it. Your heart broke when his eyes shone with sadness. He turned his head to kiss your palms. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't know why I'm like this."

You giggled, opting to pinch his cheeks, much to his chagrin, to break the tension and change the scenario. "Let's watch a movie. You can pick."

His eyes lightened up significantly. If there was something better than the sex you thought would happen tonight, it was cuddles with San. Your fluffy boyfriend was the perfect cuddle material, his arms always felt perfect whenever they would wrap around you.

"Comfy?" he murmured, said arms tightening their hold on you as you both curled up on your bed with the laptop placed in front of you.

Your smiled, eyes still on the screen. "Mhm. You’re warm."

San chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "Human heater, at your service."

The movie was good, but the warmth of San’s arms, the way his heartbeat was a steady rhythm, made it all the better. Yeah, you could stay like this forever.

However, you couldn't concentrate on the movie. Occasionally, San would shift, pressing his body against yours, his body heat transferring to you. His head leaned down, and at first, you thought that he was just going to lean on your shoulders.

Imagine your surprise when he pressed a hot kiss to the crook of your neck. He pulled away like nothing happened. You froze, not thinking anything of it. San loved skinship, this was nothing new to him.

But when his fingers started tracing slow, absentminded circles against your bare shoulders, shivers traveled down your spine. The first time, you passed it as a passing thought on his end. The second, you started to doubt it, but by the third, you couldn't help but surrender to his little touches.

You swallowed audibly when his nimble fingers held the thin strap of your top, lifting it slightly before letting go and letting it snap against your skin. You couldn't move, not even bothering to concentrate on the movie. Certainly not bothering to turn around to look at his face. For all you know, he could just be fidgeting like he always did when he was nervous.

It was difficult to even breathe. You held back a squeak when San snaked his arm around your waist, slightly lifting your top up, his fingers barely brushing against your bare skin as if he had all the time in the world to explore you.

You sucked in a breath, but he didn’t stop. His fingertips trailed along the dip of your waist, tracing the curve with agonizing patience. It was your turn to be nervous now. This has never happened before.

"You okay, baby?" San's husky voice asked from behind you. He sounded strained, though you knew that he knew what he was doing.

You swallowed, but before you could answer, his other hand moved, but this time, it landed on your thigh. He squeezed ever so slightly while his thumb brushed slow, hypnotic circles against your waist, slipping a little higher with each pass.

His fingers pinch a part of your skin that you didn't even know was sensitive and you jerked, your thighs subconsciously spreading wider. Your cheeks burned for two reasons - the position was almost lewd, and San's low groan sent wetness pooling down there.

"Tilt your head up, baby," he commanded softly. There was no hesitation on your end. "Hmm. A little bit sideways---good."

A small, breathy moan escapes from your lips when his lips automatically latch on your neck, barely just touching you, but enough for you to feel everything, especially when he nipped your teeth before sucking the sensitive skin.

"Sannie," you whined, your eyes fluttering close.

"Shh," his voice was deeper now, rougher. His grip tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The desire was slowly clouding your mind, though at the back of your mind, you were thoroughly confused at what was currently happening. Not that you were complaining - your body did all the work for you. And so did San's lips.

You mewled when you felt him smile against your skin as his hand started to lift your shirt a bit above your tummy. To say you were surprised would be an understatement, the San you knew would be too shy to even make a move. It was one of his best qualities and you can't help but fall for him for it.

But this? You didn't even know what to do.

Your hand moves by itself, placing it on top of San's hand that was making abstract shapes on your tummy while he gives your neck little kitten kisses.

"You’re so soft," he murmured, lifting your leg slightly to shift you closer.

"S-San, what are you d-doing," your breathy voice couldn't even properly formulate a question.

His movements slow down, but not completely stop. He lifted his lips from your neck, and you had to stop the urge to pout at the sudden loss of contact. You let out a little gasp when you looked at him - his eyes were so dark, that the intensity of it had you reeling.

This wasn't the San you, but you'd be damned if you didn't admit to yourself that you didn't mind knowing who this was.

His grip on your waist tightened, his thumb pressing firmly into your skin as he studied you, his breathing heavy, controlled, but barely.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, voice rough, almost strained.

It sent a shiver down your spine, an ache pooling low in your stomach. "And what exactly do I do to you?"

For a second, a hint of hesitation flashes into his eyes, but when you darted your tongue slowly across your lips, it disappears entirely. You could tell that he was still nervous, that he was testing the waters here to see how far he'd go and how far you'd let him.

You held your breath when he gently held your shoulders to guide you down your couch, effectively splaying your body for him to crawl on top of. He tenderly tucks the strays hairs that made their way in front of your face, ignoring the way your eyes slightly widened and the way your mouth opened to say something, though no words ever did come out.

For a moment, all you did was stare at each other. If only San knew how nervous you were. Initiation was lost on San most of the time, if not all the time, so this was new - a totally uncharted territory.

"You look so pretty, baby," he whispered, eyes raking all over your form, rounded with such innocence that you couldn't help but sputter at the unexpected statement.

"Uh, thank you?" You questioned rather than answered.

He giggled, and your heart almost burst out of your chest. It was the type where his eyes disappeared as they crinkled upwards, where his dimples deepened impossibly so. Truly, you knew you were drowning then and there.

"You want this, right?" San leaned down, his face mere inches away from yours, his huge arms trapping your head in between. "Would you let me do what I want to you if I asked?"

"Y-Yeah," you stammered.

Your head grew weary with dizzy. A subtle nod from you was enough for his lips to twitch with anticipation. San's brow quirked upwards.

"Anything?"

Between you and San, you would consider yourself to be the more outgoing one; the type who was always sure of themself, the one who would usually take the lead because you had no problem getting the things you wanted for yourself.

So, why were you getting wet at the prospect of San just taking whatever the hell he wanted from you?

This was your sweet, sweet Sannie. It would be criminal of you to deny him anything. When you nodded again, your heart fluttered dangerously when those dimples of his showed up again.

"Aww," he cooed, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Thank you, baby."

Your brows furrowed a bit. The way he said it, it settled heavily down your stomach. You couldn't help the sharp hiss that escaped your mouth when you realized how mocking it sounded.

It was too late, though. San leaned away, his wide, dark eyes were hazy with something you couldn’t quite place - not just nervousness, but something darker. You knew you were in for a wild ride when he yanked your hair, almost painfully, upwards to crash your lips onto his.

Your stifled moans get swallowed by San's rough claim on your lips, his primal growls echoing your arousal. The kiss was no less than filthy, the wet sounds of lips smacking with each other were all you could hear in the wide expanse of your living room.

You've never felt like this before. There was fire coiling in your tummy at San's roughness. You had half the mind to wonder where your sweet San went, but if you were being honest with yourself, this was a long time coming, anyway.

And as if he read your mind, he leaned away, an evil smirk plastered on his face as he pressed your swollen lips with his thumb while his other hand tightened its hold on your hair, the pain making you groan lewdly. "S-San---"

"I'm going to ruin you," he said flatly, something borderline demonic passing through his face as he spoke further. "All you have to do is say yes, darling."

Darling. That was new. Shivers made their way up your spine, and San had the gall to chuckle darkly when he felt the way you spasmed in his hold. "Y-Yes," you whined.

You were fully shaking at this point, resembling a wet, trembling kitten in front of a waiting predator. And that San was - a predator. A ravening grin slowly stretches his mouth. It honestly terrifies you, you've never seen such expression on him.

Shame creeps all over you - you were a hypocrite because you were getting so turned on from how different San was acting. You weren't privy to all the times you did imagine how it would be like if San snapped one day and just manhandled you. Not that you didn't like your lovemaking session, because you genuinely did, but there was something about how animalistic he was slowly becoming right in front of you.

"Fuck," he huffed an ominous laugh, his eyes completely shrouded with lust as he peered down at you. More rounds of shivers went through you.

This might sound unbelievable to other people, but to those who knew San, he was never one to curse. Even when you had sex with him, he never really did.

You yelped when he pushed your head down as his free hand cupped your clothed breast brutally. Your hands automatically flew to his muscular arm, hoping to ease the pressure he used to pin your forehead down the couch, but all that did was make him pinch your nipple through your lace bra.

"Aww, does that hurt, darling?" San chuckled maliciously.

"A l-little," you mewled, the pain traveling straight down there.

"Nah," he drawled out, a sinister grin still displayed on his face. Your instincts told you to scoot away when he started to lean down your face with fake, mocking concern. "You know what does hurt, though?"

Before you could answer, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, lapping and biting the sensitive parts of your flesh. White, searing pain commands your mouth open with a silent scream. He bit hard enough to draw blood, but not enough to pierce your skin.

A diabolical cackle sounds through the air as you thrash from his hold. All San did was to push his hips down, his hardening cock pulsing against your core to keep you down. Soon enough, the pain becomes pleasure. A soft moan involuntarily slips from your mouth, letting San know that you were enjoying this.

You felt him smile against your skin when he let your skin go from his teeth and planted a loving kiss on the bite mark, letting you know this time that he'd actually never hurt you.

That didn't mean he wouldn't inflict a little bit of it, though.

"So," he began, his hands finding their place on either side of your hips, holding you flush underneath him as he rolled his hips teasingly against you. "How does being my dirty little slut for tonight sound to you?"

You blinked owlishly at him, your mouth opening and closing repeatedly as your brain malfunctioned then and there. Behind the predatory look was amusement that danced in his eyes as he watched you practically melt at the indication.

"Ow, Sannie, h-hurts," you gasped as you felt his nails digging on your hips, but if that didn't turn you on, you didn't know what.

"Good," he barked, his nails now dragging up your sides deeply until they reached your chest. You yelped in response. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

You almost whined when he got off of you, but not for long. He grabbed your trembling body and made his way to your bedroom, unceremoniously slamming you onto your bed, where he tore your clothes off of you, haphazardly throwing them in random spots of your room without care.

"Come here," he growled, pulling on your feet until you were at the edge of the bed, your ass plush against his thighs.

He was about to dive down to explore your body but you panicked mildly, quickly jutting your hand out to push his head away gently from you. You swallowed and, oh, he did not like that at all. San's eyes narrowed dangerously, one brow raised, giving you a pointed look.

"I-I haven't showered yet," you stammered pathetically. "I'm g-gross and yucky---"

"Shut up," he hissed fiercely, effectively stopping you before you even continued that line of thought.

A whine escaped you when he spread your legs wide before he started kissing and biting everywhere his lips touched. You couldn't help but pull his hair every single time he would bite a sensitive part, something you didn't even think possible since you had no idea those parts were sensitive to begin with.

"God, you taste so fucking sweet, darling," he bit the soft expanse of your breasts, back and forth to make them even, before squeezing them painfully hard. "I've always wanted to do this, you know? Watch you writhe like this against my hold, scared to death waiting and anticipating at how hard I'd fuck you."

"S-San, t-that h-hurts---"

"I don't care," he snapped, sucking a brand new bruise in your inner thighs, holding you down harshly as he swirled his tongue on the sensitive flesh. "Besides," he chuckled. "You love this. Don't be a lying whore."

"Oh, fuck," you whined involuntarily, thoroughly turned on at being degraded. Your eyes widened as you quickly covered your mouth. You hadn't meant for that to come out the way it did.

Your skin was marked with multiple scratches, bite marks, and love bites. You knew you would regret it the next day since you had to go to work, but frankly, you didn't give a fuck. You'd wear them proudly for the world to see. It wasn't difficult to see that San was marking his territory with you, and by God, you loved it.

You felt his hand caress your inner thigh, waiting no more as his finger lightly grazed your sopping wetness. You couldn't help but whine at the delicious sensation.

"Such a dirty, little whore you are, my darling," he laughed. He wasted no time dipping two fingers inside you. "You like that, beautiful?"

You almost blacked out at the pleasure that automatically rendered your body into jelly. "Oh, God, San, shit," you rambled, bucking your hips unintentionally.

San wasn't your first, but you sincerely hoped that he was your last. He was the only one to genuinely care for you like he did. He was the only one to make you shudder and moan like this, the only you let in and gave yourself fully.

And he was the only one you'd ever let rough you up like this.

"Yes, just like that, darling, give it to me," he said through gritted teeth as his fingers drove into you roughly, the wet, squelching sounds from your pussy lewdly filling up the room.

"S-San, please," you practically cried, fisting the blankets around you until your knuckles were white. "I-I wanna come on your c-cock--"

"No," he snarled, flicking his wrist in an angle that had you screaming loudly. "You're going to come right now. Come on, love, give it to me."

His fingers demanded an orgasm, forcing pleasure out of your body that enticed you to surrender. And that, he'll get.

You've never really come from just fingering, alone, and San knew that, so when you started to scream and thrash around from the force of your orgasm, you didn't want to come down from your high. But San had different plans.

You hadn't noticed him taking all of his clothes off. You certainly hadn't noticed him hike your legs up to prop them on his wide shoulders before sliding inside you in one go.

"Oh, fucking hell," he hissed through gritted teeth. He thrust once, groaning lowly from within his chest at the feel of you.

Goosebumps formed on your skin and you couldn't help the small scream that erupted from you. "Fuck---"

You couldn't even finish it, not when San began pounding away at you like never before. "Oh, Sannie---"

He chuckled at how your eyes rolled behind your head at the unrelenting pace of his thrusts, and by God, you loved every second of how animalistic and how uncaring San seemed even though you knew he wouldn't hurt you.

"I should've done this from the very beginning," he trapped his tongue between his teeth cockily before grabbing your chin and squeezing it tight. "You like this, slut?"

You whined when he squeezed your face even tighter, the pain blooming in your brain, mixing with the heady pleasure San offered you. "You're going to let me use this slutty pussy," he sneered, diving down to claim your lips.

You wrapped your arms around him, parting your lips naturally to receive his sinful tongue. You weren't going to last long at all. Whenever San's cock entered you, he usually took it slow and sensual as he loved the look on your face whenever your bodies would connect as one.

"Ngh, you feel so b-big," you groaned, not even thinking about it.

Blush crept up your cheeks. Just because you were more outgoing, doesn't mean you didn't have your shy moments. You've always wanted to tell San that fact, but you were too afraid that he wouldn't receive it well because of how reserved he was.

He raised a mocking brow at you as he chuckled lowly - maliciously, even. "I know," he said.

His callous way of saying it made you squeeze around his cock on reflex, your hips bucking up in response. San hissed, and for a split second, his hips stuttered at how impossibly tight you felt around him.

"Do that again," he barked out, bending down to suck the sensitive flesh of your shoulder, your legs getting folded in half as he went in deeper on you, hitting you in places you didn't think possible.

"Like this?" You squeezed on command, a surge of pride going through you when San shuddered, his body shaking with ecstasy . It was a physical manifestation of what you do to him.

He didn't let up, his hips drove into you over and over again without rest or fail, the sound of skin slapping against skin prevalent, the lewdness of it turning the both of you on even more. Every time San's hips hit your behind, you couldn't help your moans that turned into a staccato mess.

You gasped when he suddenly yanked your arms away from his shoulders, growling under his breath as he roughly pinned your hands on top of your head as he took your deep and hard, cursing over and over again and making you scream.

"S-San, fuck, s-so good," you panted heavily, not expecting the restraint to make you feel this good.

"You're mine," he growled, pushing into your body viciously. "Mine."

"Yours, yours, f-fuck, ah, y-yours," you cried out.

Oh, he loved that. He took a small moment to stare at your panting form, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as your glossy eyes stared into nothing. Fuck, he thought. You were a vision like this. He digs his fingers into your wrists.

"Tell me," he began. "Is that too tight?"

You shook your head vigorously, stray tears landing on the sheets, your red-rimmed eyes widened. "N-No," you stuttered. "L-Love it."

"Of course, you do," he scoffed, pushing down on your hands more, enough to temporarily cut blood off. There would be bruises tomorrow, and they would haunt him badly, but right now, he couldn't find any fucks about it. You were completely his tonight, both body and soul.

Even when you whined because your legs were starting to get numb, he still didn't lift the pressure from your wrists as you changed position. It was the psychological aspect of it; you trusted San not to exert too much power on you and he dominated you just enough for him to show you how much he cared about your pleasure even though every drag of his cock against your velvety walls defined how much he also used you for his pleasure as if you were a ragdoll only made for his cum.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he ordered. You wasted no time doing so with San pulling you to him at the same time as he held deep within you. He pauses, composing himself. "Kiss me."

His free hand frames your face, angling his head to immediately slip his tongue inside your mouth, coaxing yours to dance with his in a filthy battle for dominance. San pulls away, kissing the corner of your mouth to resume fucking into you, but he gets caught off guard when he makes eye contact with you.

You looked deeply into his eyes. For a moment, all was forgotten - your nakedness, the bruises forming on your wrists, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his panting breaths, everything. It was just the two of you conveying everything you both couldn't say at the moment with just your eyes.

You swallowed audibly, mustering the courage to keep staring into San's eyes despite you wanting to do nothing but hide away. It was intense, it burned through you, it made you feel special.

"Fuck me, San," you whined - begged - buckling your hips to meet his.

Darkness covered his entire features. He didn't need to be told twice. He gave you a quick kiss before pounding back into you with so much force, your bed began squeaking obnoxiously, the headboards knocking over the walls repeatedly.

He lets your wrists go to grabs the sides of your hips, pulling you to meet his cock with a loud, prolonged growl. "Not gonna last long, baby, fuck," he slams your hips over and over again so roughly, your hipbones began to hurt, but you could care less.

His fingers makes their way to your clit, rubbing it fast in tandem with his maddening thrusts. Electricity made their way through your spine, your body thrashing. "N-No, Sannie, baby, I-I can't," your hips bucked higher. "San!"

You were shaking violently against his hold, overstimulation messing with your brain at all the different onslaughts San was doing to your body. "It's too much, please," you begged, voice wavering

"I don't give a fuck," San roared, the brashness of his voice surprising you, the fire in his eyes as he glared at you spurring your pleasure to different heights. "You told me you'd do anything," he kept rubbing your clit, pinching it for effect. "Well, you better take what I fucking give you. Even if I force it out of you."

"San, please, please!" You screamed pitifully, sobbing with full force at the domineering pain that overtook your entire core.

"You're mine, Y/N. End of story. Shut up and take my cock."

He was stretching you to your limits, and it was almost unbearable, but you couldn't find it in you to tell him to stop. This was different, there was no easing into it like he usually did before he even started, and there were absolutely no words of affirmation from him to let your orgasm take over you. This was pure fucking on his end, a mission to ruin you like he promised, and you'd welcome it with open arms.

"A-Ah, ngh, S-San! I really c-can't, please," you sobbed, the overstimulation alternating between unbearable pain and toe-curling pleasure.

Fresh tears made their way down your face all the way down to your sweaty neck as your body shook violently. You were close, that much you can tell. San could tell. You gasped when he pressed his muscular arm on your neck with little pressure, enough to just keep you in place, but the dominant gesture literally made your vision go black.

He leaned down to lick a stripe from your neck to your ear, collecting your tears lewdly. You cried when he bit your earlobe. "You will," he whispered vehemently. "You fucking will. You're going to come hard on my fucking cock, and you're going to scream my name."

You gurgled on your spit when he pressed his arms on your windpipe, the cutoff of the blood elevating your pleasure. He bared his teeth at the erotic sight. "You hear me, darling? My fucking name. Come for me, right fucking," he lets out a primal scream as he pummels his cock with bruising effort like his life depended on it. "Now."

He releases your neck to bury his face on the crook of your neck, and with a loud gasp, you completely let go as you screamed San's name so hard, your voice started cracking towards the end. The aftershocks of your orgasm shook you underneath his body. It was enough for San to let himself go.

He rammed into you a couple of times before he sank into you one last time, his release devastatingly strong that his legs almost gave out on him. It took a bit of effort on his end to not collapse on top of you and crush you with his weight.

Heavy pants filled your ears as you gasped to catch your own breath. You realized too late that you had both forgotten and forgone the use of protection, but if you were being honest to yourself, you couldn't even begin to care, let alone regret it, and you knew you never will.

You must've passed out shortly afterwards and the next time you came to, you were clean and already dressed in one of your favourite pyjamas, laying down comfortably on a San's chest as your body pressed against his sides, his hand wrapped loosely on your shoulders.

San didn't notice when you stirred awake. His other hand held a book, one that you knew he'd been binge-reading for a while now, his face relaxed lest you count his furrowed brows as he concentrated. If you weren't tired, you would've cooed at the endearing sight.

He looked good, especially with the black-rimmed glasses perched up his straight nose. Your heart skipped a beat - you had this wild urge to kiss him dizzy as if the both of you didn't just have the most mind-blowing sex.

Finally, he notices you and he does a comical double take when he makes eye contact with you. A soft smile tugged at your lips as he fumbled with his book, dropping it like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"H-Hey, baby," he laughed nervously, trying to pry off his glasses with both hands, whining in embarrassment when he realized that both of his hands were occupied. "I, uh, didn't want to disturb you. You, uhm, looked so peaceful, I just..."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling when he put his book down on his lap to take the glasses off, but his clammy hands prevented him from doing so and it kept slipping off of his fingers.

"I got it, don't worry," you breathed out, lifting your hand to hold onto his, guiding it so he'd have a better grip, but his hand was shaking a bit too much that the glasses ended up slipping once more, only this time, they tumbled off of the bed.

He froze. "Oh crap, oh my God, uhm."

San was a cute bundle of nervous energy. Long gone was the man who dominated you like he did it everyday. He muttered something to himself, his cheeks burning bright. You wanted to give him some reprieve - mercy, if you will.

"it's alright, Sannie, relax," you chuckled, adjusting yourself to try and put his book away, yourself, so he could grab his glasses back from the floor. "Here, let me---"

But he seemed to have the same idea. The moment you lifted your head, was the moment he tilted his head down, causing your foreheads to knock off of each other. You both groaned in surprise, and before you could help it, you laughed out loud, the absurdity of it all getting to you. Oh, this man was cute.

"Please, don't laugh," he whined, more embarrassed than ever. "A-Are you okay? I am so sorry, I swear I'm not usually this clumsy!"

You were still laughing, it was uncontrollable at this point, and then you let out the loudest snort you've ever heard yourself do.

Your eyes went wide in mortification, clamping your hand over your mouth in shock. San froze, not knowing what to say at first, but then, he surprised you when he started laughing so hard, his entire body shook yours and he even let out a loud snort, himself.

"Oh, God, we're such a m-mess," you laughed even harder, wiping the lone tear from your eye.

"I'll say," he shook his head amusingly.

Your heart skipped a beat at the warmth in his voice. The awkwardness, the snorts, the blunders, it didn’t matter. You were laughing together, and somehow, in that moment, it felt perfect.

"You're adorable," he whispered, pulling you to him to plant the softest kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, he pulled away, as if disbelieving that he just did that.

Just like that, the laughter died down. The air simmered with a light tension, not the awkward kind, only the type that came from someone who didn't want to overstep their boundaries.

He lifted your hands, touching the bruises that were beginning to form on your wrists with such gentleness that it actually hurt you to see him this way. "I'm sorry," he croaked, his finger lingering on the bruises as if he was trying to erase them.

"San," you spoke with conviction, cupping his face firmly. "It's okay, I, uhm, I liked it."

You flushed crimson at the admission. He didn't say anything, the grief in his eyes still visible, but lessened as you assured him that it was okay.

"How long was I out?" You asked, breaking the ice lightly.

"A little more than an hour," he hummed, clearing his throat before turning to you. "Listen, I- I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I know we've never really spent the night before, but I didn't want to leave you. It didn't feel right to me."

That made your heart soar, but it also almost struck a pang in your chest, his uncertainty was palpable. "Did I hurt you?" San asked, his voice quiet. "I was too rough, wasn't I? I'm worried I might have crossed some lines with you."

You softened at the concern in his eyes. You could tell he was genuinely troubled, his usual confidence now replaced with hesitation. You shook your head with a reassuring smile. "You didn't, not even close," you gave him a small peck on the cheek to make your point across. "I'm glad you stayed."

His brows lifted in surprise as you pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours to search for any signs of discomfort. "I don't know what came over me," he admitted, voice strained. "You just looked so damn good, I-I couldn't resist."

You stayed silent, letting him continue. San fidgeted with his finger to find the right things to say to you without overthinking too much. "What I'm trying to say is," he sighed. "I just want it to be perfect for you."

You hadn't expected him to be this open. Something warm coats your chest. it felt serene, calming even. "I don't want perfection, San," you shook your head. "But you are perfect for me."

His eyes widened, mouth hanging slightly at your admission. "Really?" San asked, as if he weren't expecting you to say anything of the like.

His expression softened, and he reached out, gently brushing his fingers against yours. The simple touch felt electric, as if everything until now had shifted into something more open, more real.

Everything seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you with a quiet understanding. No more uncertainty, no more hesitation. Just the simple truth of what was there all along.

"This is what I want," you said. "You're very kind, San. You listen, and you care. When I'm with you, I'm not pressured to be someone I'm not. I don't even have to because I know you'll be there for me."

He didn't speak, his gaze just lingering on you as if he was seeing you for the very first time. There was something in the way he looked at you, something unspoken, that made everything feel so clear. The depth of his affection was almost suffocating, but if that was the case, you'd drown in it willingly.

And San knew that you could feel it. He tucked the strays of your hair behind your ears before settling on your face. He smiled softly, still as shy as ever, and in between the knowing looks you both shared, he just hoped that his sincerity was enough.

"I think I want to love you one day," he murmured, heart beating wildly in his chest at the confession. "I would love to fall madly for you."

There were no words need to be said. The connotation was there, and you both knew it. You closed your eyes, a split second of imagination playing in your head. It was too soon, you two basically just met and you were still at that stage where you were still learning about each other, but you could almost see it then and there.

Still, the revelation left you reeling. Breathless, even.

"I think I want to love you one day, too," you confessed with a smile. "I can honestly see myself falling in love with you, San."

And if his smile wasn't an indicator of how happy he was, you didn't know what. You were happy, too.

Dividers by : @dollywons Like my work? Click here to view my previous story.

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do you know that clip of soobin where he said if he had a gf he’s the type to be dragged around in relationship???? i’m going insane imagining him saying yes obediently to whatever we want like he’ll just follow along (how cute 💔)

yes OF COURSE i know about that damn clip. it haunts my waking hours actually.

(bc this is mostly a smut blog im gonna assume that’s what you wanted… if not im so sorry and can redo it 🙏🙏)

smut under the cut, mdni.

but ugh. soobin is just a cutie…. no thoughts in his head. he’s just there for the sole purpose of serving his girlfriend and doing whatever the hell she wants him to. wanna go to a fancy restaurant? reservation done. shopping? he’ll pay, he’ll hold your bags— going to the beach? oh, he’ll take so many instagram worthy pics of you. would hold your hand and follow you blindly for the rest of his life if that’s what you wanted.

contrary to public sentiment, and his tall and broad build, that man loves to get pushed around— come back home after a long day of work with those fiery eyes of yours, throw off your coat and kick off your shoes before you go find him in the kitchen, and hes already bursting out in goosebumps in anticipation of your heavy, angry footfalls that stomp closer to him.

pull him away from his spot at the counter, he doesn’t care— stumbling back as you tighten your hold on that cutesy bow he’s tied on his apron, hands falling limp at his sides as you eventually push him into a chair where he sits patiently.

staring up at you with wide, sparkling eyes; just in awe at the way you scowl at him, so mean and furious that it already has him leaking pathetically into his boxers.

loves it when you treat him like this— just a toy for you to use and destress, squirming beneath you as you ride him so good, eyes squeezing shut and swollen lips parted to let out weak whines-- his hair is a mess from how much you've tugged at it, skin raw from the places you've scratched, sucked, and bit at; his mind is nothing but mush and he's lost track of how many times he's cum inside you, a mess of your slick and his release coating his lap and helping you continue this torture-- yet no matter how much he sobs and whimpers about how overwhelmed he is, he'll stay perfectly still and let you do whatever you want to him. If that's what makes you happy, of course.

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djddhdksiskahwooajdnxdhdhdkskdhd this concept with my brainrotting at soobin loving boobs. Dkhfhdjdjdh this was a masterpiece and this is why they’re my favorite writer

make me juno! c.sb

nsfw + mdni. so like… we are all in agreement that this man needs to breed?

o-oh, soobin whines, one more, princess, please, his voice raspy with lust, hips sloppily rutting into yours, drunk on the absolutely lewd mess he’s made, legs thrown over his shoulders, exposing your creampied cunt, swollen folds absolutely drooling his cum, from how many loads? one, two, who knows, soobin doesn’t,, ‘cause all he can think about is how he’s filled you up so full of his cream, milky white in ropes over your thighs and seeping from your pussy, no matter how much he’s pushed it back inside with his massive cock, tip flushed cherry with inexplicable need, surely there’s… evidence to say he’s bred you up,, but there’s an urge deeper that begs for more, just one more, one more load and soobin will be satisfied, won’t he? need you ‘s bad pretty girl, can’t help it…

oh, how good it feels when his tip taps against your swollen pussy, barely pushing in and you’re whimpering. mhmm, can take it, s-soobin, there’s no harm if you’re knocked up… with his baby. oh, f-fuck, gonna let me give you my baby? his sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, soobin’s heart shaped lips spilling barely coherent strings of swears when your pussy’s sucking him in, in a lewd squelch of arousal and cum, your whimpers going to drive him so insane,, little bulge in your tummy and his hands gripping your hips so desperately, ‘til soobin’s stuffed you full, down to the last inch of his massive length, looking so pretty when you’re connected like this, yeah?

beg him to give it to you, when soobin’s messily ramming his hips into yours, each thrust so deep, dick must be hitting your womb, hmm? fucking incoherently, down to the raw need of breeding, buried his face in the crook of your neck as he pants like a dog against your skin, desperately gasping for air like no tomorrow, mhmm, gonna make you all round and swollen with his baby, let everyone know what he’s done to you, make it so obvious you’re his. one of him is cute, but two?

so pussy drunk… only pulling back to look down at you with lovesick eyes when soobin cums, hot cream filling you up with a rush of heat, clinging to his wrist cause it’s the only thing keeping you grounded, fresh tear streaks and drool on the corner of your lips, can’t think straight anymore, can you? except to whine his name as soobin slowly thrusts a little more, so deep.

binnie, ‘s full— you whimper, feeling him lie against your skin, pressed up to every inch of your body, exhausted and not wanting to pull out… sorry, baby, ‘m making sure, his arms lazily wrapping around you as if it was possible to be even closer,, kissing apologies on your neck as a sweet sorry… oh, just wait until the morning, surely… you’ll let him do it again?

no time like 4am to finish drafts from last year :>

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(ATZ) Yunho Brainrot ❤️‍🔥

Having shower sex with Yunho

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You guys already know I couldn’t let Yunho’s cute little grwm go like that.

I need this man to fuck me in the shower. And I think we can all agree that his man fucks so well. And Ykw? Just for this Brainrot, it’s husband yunho.

Jesus. I need him so bad chat

CW!: This yunho specifically (yes this needs its own warning. He’s too fine), fingering, implied big dick yuyu 😍, pet names (pretty, sweet girl, lovely, baby, sweetheart), Husband!Yunho x fem!reader, breeding kink (if you squint 🌚), probably others. Just enjoy this filth cuz gawd DAYUM

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"Enjoying my fingers lovely?" Your husband’s voice echoed in the shower. It was a long day for both of you. Especially for Yunho. He needed his stress to go somewhere, so he thought why not take a warm shower? You wanted to join him since you could also use the shower, but you guys couldn’t keep your hands off each other. God, speaking of hands, Yunho’s are absolutely heavenly. Beautifully structured and fingers built to make you weak with every single touch. "Yunho.." you whined, feeling his fingers curl into you. The warm water giving you so many goosebumps aside from the pleasure you were receiving.

"You like that pretty?" You whined out a little 'mhm' and as if that didn’t give an answer to Yunho enough, you rutted your hips against his hand. "Yuyu please baby I’m close. Feels s’good-" "I know sweet girl.. cum for me. Let go" he hummed, moving his fingers faster and rubbing your clit’s bud with his thumb. "Pussy’s gonna be so ready for my cock, yeah?" Loud moans were being drawn out of you and you tilted your head back against the wall. "So so good yunho.. b-be so good f’yre cock— mm!!- fuck!" The coil in your stomach snapped and you came undone on Yunho’s hand. Hadn’t you guys been in the shower and it would’ve gone everywhere.

Yunho chuckled as you came and helped you relax from your orgasm, pumping his fingers slowly now and pulling them out, giving you kisses on your naked shoulder. "Ready for my cock sweetheart?" You nodded and yunho hoisted your legs up, alining himself with your hole. "Need you so bad.." you whined. Yunho rubbed your thigh with his thumb. "I know baby.. gonna be such a good sleeve for me.." he finally pushed his cock in you and it took the breath out of your lungs. He sighed as well, never being able to get used to that stretching feeling he gives with your walls squeezing him like that.

"So tight every time.. no matter how many times I stuff you full of cock.." he grunted. "Big Yunho.. s’big.." you whined. As much as he has stuffed you, it always feels like he’s fucking you for the first time. Yunho started moving his hips slowly, listening to your little sobs of pleasure. "Feels so good every time baby" "more Yunho.." "more?" "Please. Fuck me full.." "god.. you make me wanna put a baby in you." He groaned giving you exactly what you want. Picking up his pace and slamming his cock into you. If he wasn’t hitting your spot already because of how big he is, then surely he was now by the pace he was going at.

"F-fuck yuyu.. your cock is so good. Fuck me full.." you hiccuped. "please!" You moaned loud, surely making marks on Yunho’s back from how you were grasping onto him for dear life. "Gonna make you a mommy. Y’gonna be the hottest mom I’ve ever seen.." He lowly moaned. The glass was foggy from the stem from the shower which only made this scene ten times hotter. Your echoing moans slowly crescendoing radiating in the bathroom, his groans from how good you feel and the way your pussy is just sucking him in. "Fuck.." "m’close yuyu.." "am too.. go on and let go for me pretty.. m’gonna fill you up." And as your moans finally escalate to their loudest point, you and Yunho’s lips crashed together, moaning in each other’s mouths as you came.

Yunho fucked his load into your womb. Now he had a goal and his mind was set on it. The two of you can down from your highs as you pulled off of each others lips. Breaths been taken away and pants of afterglowing pleasure being shared. The two of you just held each other in each others arms until you finally cleaned up and finished the not so innocently shared shower. The two of you stepped out, yunho assisting you and dried each other off. No matter how many times you saw him with wet hair, he never failed to look sexy as fuck. Along with his height, his arms, god. Everything about your husband was so perfect.

Yunho started helping you dry off after he dried himself off, naturally kissing your thighs and up your body the more he dried you off. He finished with a kiss on the lips and looked down at you while drying his hair more.

"Round 2 in the bedroom?"

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αη: couldn’t let this go to waste 💔 Yunho’s a little to fine for his own good. He’s unstoppable. Sorry this took so long to post ㅠㅠ school has been stressful and my taehyun fic probably won’t be done for a while because of my schedule. Please as always remember to take care of yourself and drink water! xxx

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Wkfjcjfdjjjsskahwiwirhdhdhhwhsnxnzjakdgjcdj he’s so hot it’s kinda ridiculous. My womanhood is shaking

185cm in the morning. c.sb

nsfw + mdni

there’s truly no good reason, soobin thinks, to wake up alone when it’s his weekend off, a disappointed grumble escaping my his lips as his outstretched fingers feel the soft bedsheets beneath him, cold without you. the scent of coffee betrays where you’ve gone, streaks of sunlight too bright for how comfortable he could’ve been this early in the day. if twelve in the afternoon counts as early (it is). shuffling lazily down the hall, and there you are, abandoning him for a coffee?

sleep well? you giggle, his hair a tough messy from sleep, and like a heated blanket, all 185 cm of him pressed up against you as he drapes himself over you, arms lazily wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder, the sensation of his slow breathing against your ear as he nuzzles the crook of your neck. he nods without much intent, always so sleepy the morning after, isn’t he? a low moan slipping from his lips as your fingers reach up to play with his hair, tugging slightly with affection. why’d you get up, soobin mumbles.

i was going to come back, you know, you smile, although it’s not quite clear if he really accepts your apology. i don’t know if i should believe you, soobin responds, his heart shaped lips pressing against the corner of yours… and just for a second you’re distracted, unaware of the way his hand slips down your waist, until his long fingers press into your panties, feeling for your sensitive spot as his fingertips slide against the soft cotton fabric.

soobin—! you gasp, his lips pressed against your neck, his arm holding you in place firmly against him, as his fingers touch your clit, feeling as your resistance melts into him. good girl, he whispers, feeding his satisfaction with your quiet whimpers, the press of his bulge into your cute ass, long tshirt riding up, warmth spreading beneath your skin, suddenly aware of his body pressed to every centimeter of yours.

god, you’re so cute to him, completely at his mercy with just a little touch? the way you squirm into him, needy pants laced with lust, arousal covering his fingers as he pushes two inside, feeling the warm, wet clench of your pussy, neck tipped to the side to expose more skin, fresh hickeys and kisses replacing ones from last night, fuck, every sensation like a drug to him, addicted to pretty you, all his.

all the innocence of the morning lost,, could’ve been doing this back in bed… but it’s almost preferable when soobin pushed you against the countertop, your pretty face all dazed with desire, whining when you feel his fingers pull out, only to tug down your panties, flimsy cotton abandoned at midway down your thighs, a lazy smirk lacing his lips when it’s your hand, reaching back to tug his sweats and boxers down, whimpering please, held down to the smooth marble, trembling with anticipation when you feel the drippy tip of his heavy cock rut against your folds, peeking up at him with a look he can’t resist… as if he’d ever say no. so good for me, he murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear, won’t let you leave bed if you can’t walk, pretty girl.

lol hai, too early in the morning for me to be writing coherently

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211 LIKES IS NOT ENOUGH I FEAR CUZ THIS IS YUMMY

sleepy head | P.SH

★ DAY ELEVEN: SOMNOPHILIA WITH SEONGHWA ★

pairing: bf! seonghwa x f! reader

after such a restless and chaotic sleep, you can’t help but feel needed by your slumped boyfriend. his warm body giving you a sense of comfort in ways one couldn’t describe. though you wanted more and of course you didn’t want to wake him. as long as you’re quiet right?

[warnings]: MDNI 18+!!, smut, a little plot, somnophilia, unprotected sex, praising, cock riding, clit play, pet names (angel, pretty, good girl, baby), reader is an implied virgin (penetration)

word count: 1.8k

You woke up suddenly, hearing the faint sound of rain droplets hitting the window. Thunder clapped in the sky a couple of times, signaling a small storm was passing through the area. You sighed to yourself, looking over at the small digital clock on the desk reading 3:23 am.

Another restless night.

You glanced over at Seonghwa, who was sleeping peacefully beside you. His back faced you, but you could see it rise and fall from the dim window light.

You felt a weird pit in your stomach, unsure of such a feeling as you’ve had it the last few days. Anytime you seen your boyfriend, your face would flush red uncontrollably and you could feel your whole body heat up from just a small glance he gave you.

There were moments that turned you on— you didn’t understand why it did, but he did it with ease, without even realizing that he did so. Is this what it felt like to ovulate when you finally had a boyfriend around?

You held your thighs together, squirming in bed as you were unsure of what to do as you didn’t want to wake your boyfriend. He usually had no issues taking care of you, but he was sleeping and it just felt selfish of you to do.

You quickly but quietly pulled off your underwear, pushing it to the end of the bed. You slipped your fingers between your thighs, passing your folds as the warmth surrounded your fingers. A soft breath escaped your lips as you grazed your clit, circling it slowly.

It felt so good, but why wasn’t it enough? Was it because you were just used to your boyfriend doing anything for you? You could just be infatuated with the way he worked your clit— whether that be his hands or tongue. You weren’t sure, but you needed him badly.

Unfortunately for you, all he’s ever done was play with you. You two never really had sex, since it wasn’t something you were quite ready for. Though you weren’t opposed to the idea either, you just you wanted to take things slow.

Except this time, a switch flipped in you. You wanted him— no you needed him and of course that wasn’t something you could obtain at the moment.

Or so you thought.

You sat up, tugging on Seonghwa’s shoulder softly. He fell on his back, groaning before fixing his new sleeping position in a way that was comfortable. You watched him sleep, surprised at how your tugging didn’t wake him. Lucky for you, waking him wasn’t exactly the plan.

He snored softly, turning his head away from you just a bit. His black bangs hovered over his eyes, like slightly parted. You peeked under the covers, noticing that he was merely in his boxers and not pajamas this time around. A small dance party went off in your head, knowing this would be a bit of an easier access for you.

You snaked your hand down his body slowly, careful not to let any cold breeze seep under the covers. You rested your hand on his member, feeling its softness poke at the fabric of his boxers just a bit. You glanced at him, checking for any signs of consciousness before proceeding, gently pulling his cock out from the hole.

Your eyes widened, admiring how lanky he already was soft; you couldn’t imagine what it must be like when he’s hard.

Would this hurt? What if you made a sound? What if he was disgusted by your actions?

You looked back at his peaceful figure, soon shaking your head before throwing your legs over Seonghwa’s waist. You held onto his dick, taking in a brief sigh before pushing your weight down on him. You whimpered softly, feeling your walls clench around his soft member.

As for your virginity?

It was a quick pinch, nothing as bad as you may have thought but you never said it didn’t hurt either— especially not with his size.

You let out a breathy moan, throwing your head back at how good he felt inside of you. Your walks pulsated against him, finally understanding what it meant to feel full. This was so much better than doing the work on your own.

You looked down at him, wondering if he had woken up from the sudden pressure on his abdomen.

Nothing.

So you continued.

You grinded against his cock, feeling his tip hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your clit brushed against the fabric of his boxers, making a soft whimper escape your lips. You stopped, covering your mouth quickly as you glanced at his relaxed figure. Signing of relief, you continued working your tight cunt to mold to his size.

He was still soft as he was asleep and unaware of what you were doing, though you were practically dreading the moment it would get hard. How stretched out you would be for him, and how easily he’d have you wrapped around his finger.

The mix of heavy rain and thunder blocked out your quiet moans as you attempted to fasten your pace. Your walls clenched around his cock as you rode him, your clit swollen from the friction.

This was unlike anything you two have done, and god did you need more of it.

You attempted to bounce on his dick, throwing your head back at the angle it pounded you from. You couldn’t resist the temptation to go faster, as it gave you immense pleasure you never felt before. You knew it would be seconds before you started creaming on his dick, your mind racing with thoughts of wanting to coat his length with your juices.

That’s when his length suddenly grew in size, stretching you out completely as his tip now pushed against your sweet spot. You winced in pain, moaning repeatedly from this newfound pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.”

You wanted this, you needed this. All you wanted was for him to take care of this intense sexual desire, to take care of you. You continued with a heightened pace, riding his cock like a desperate dog as you begged for your arousal. You closed your eyes, head tossed back while your clit ran across his boxers repeatedly.

“Oh my god, fuck.”

Your orgasm came rushing in like a tsunami. A loud moan left you, your chest rising and falling quickly as you coated his boxers with your juices. You slowed your pace, legs shaking with every grind against his throbbing cock.

This was sex, and boy did you enjoy it.

“Baby?”

You froze, hearing his groggy voice from under you. Seonghwa’s face flushed red, feeling you soak his boxers from under. You met his gaze for a quick second, looking away in embarrassment as you covered your face with your hands.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I swear I wasn’t trying to wake you up, I was just.. I was just so fucking horny.”

Seonghwa smiled at you, moving your hands from your face and kissing them gently. He placed his hands on your waist, caressing your skin with his thumb.

“Did you enjoy yourself angel?”

You nodded embarrassingly, twiddling your thumbs as he readjusted himself from below you. The sound of the rain engulfed you two as Seonghwa tried to read your thoughts.

“And how do you feel?” You looked at him for a second, his small smile giving you a bit of comfort.

“Needy, huh?” He watched as you nodded in defeat, not wanting to disturb him any further.

Seonghwa chuckled to himself, signaling for you to get off of him. You sat next to him, watching as he sat up from the bed and pulled you to lay down.

“Why don’t we do this the proper way?” He got on top of you, his body hovering over yours. “Would you like that baby?”

You nodded, remaining silent as your face was as red as a tomato. Seonghwa smiled at you, pulling your legs up around his back. He leaned forward, kissing your neck sensually while holding his cock in his hand. He jerked it softly, his breath pushing against your skin.

“Let me know if I hurt you, ok?”

He pushed himself into your cunt, a loud groan escaping his mouth. You were still soaked, making it easier for him to slide in you. You winced in a bit of pain, signaling for him to continue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering with every slow thrust he gave you as his lips played with your neck.

“So good.” you mumbled.

Seonghwa panted against your neck, feeling his heart race at how you felt around his cock. He could. felt contain himself, wanting to fuck you so hard that you could barely walk the next day.

“Fuck pretty, you’re so tight.” He sat up, his pace slowly quickening as his angry head hit your sweet spot. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

He threw his head back, his hand sliding up to grab your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple softly, earning a whimper from you. He squeezed your breast gently trying to be as sweet to you as possible.

His hand fell to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he fucked you. He watched as you squirmed under him, a smug appearing on his face as he began to let go of his own control.

“You’re so beautiful baby.” he leaned over to fuck you harder. “You’re taking me so well.”

His cock was angled upwards, slamming into your cunt as you pleaded for him to slow down, but he couldn’t. Seonghwa was too far gone at this point, wanting anything but to stop. His mind was blurry, foggy as his thrusts grew stronger. Your whimpers turned into gibberish, countless amounts of breathy moans escaping you.

“Gonna cum, fuck, so bad.”

He sucked in your neck harshly, panting like a dog anytime he could catch his breath. He placed his hands under your thighs, pulling your legs off of his waist and pulling them to your head, pounding his cock into you.

“You got it baby,” he groaned into your ear, feeling your pussy squeezing around his head.

“Take it like a good girl for me.”

It wasn’t long before Seonghwa let himself go, filling your aching cunt with his hot liquid. It mixed with your own arousal as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, slowing his thrusts. Your legs shook uncontrollably as he held them, keeping the close distance that he had with you as he continued to kiss you sensually.

He let your legs go, slowly pulling out of you and kissing your clit softly. He admired your swollen cunt, watching as his cum dripped out of you. He quickly came to his senses, reminding himself of how rough he was with you.

“Did I hurt you angel?” Seonghwa caressed your thigh softly, a small look of worry painted across his face. You shook your head no, giggling to yourself as he tried not to freak out. He sighed of relief, laying back down next to you and holding you close to his body.

“Good, all I want is for you to feel okay.”

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[squishyo-o]

sndovsigausfiagogwdgogsogsugsvkddvkod they’re so hot

content/warnings: fem!reader, light mxm (yunsang), fingering, squirting

“does it feel good, sweetheart?” yeosang muttered against your thigh, placing a soft kiss on the skin.

yunho chuckled behind him, “oh she definitely likes it, yeosangie. look at those tears.”

you whimpered, clenching around both of their fingers, tears wetting your cheeks.

you should’ve known yunho was going to milk everything he could out of this opportunity, but this level of teasing was something you’d never had to handle before. yeosang was never the teasing type, after all. but his gentle demeanor never wavered despite his roommate’s presence. the gentle kisses left by his soft lips on your thigh and your clit we’re steady reminders.

even as they each pumped two fingers in and out of you.

yunho naturally took the lead. his fingers merely guiding yeosang’s inside of you as he pressed up against his friend’s back. yunho was always beyond flattered when the two of you came to him with your struggles and sexual frustrations. always jumping at the opportunity to offer up his expertise. and this time when yeosang confessed to struggling to finger you to a climax, he couldn’t help but offer his services once again. this was his specialty after all.

“you’re doing so well,” yunho whispered in his friend’s ear. lips barely brushing the shell of his ear. guiding yeosang’s fingers, he pushed them up at just the perfect angle to make you gasp and grasp your boyfriend’s forearm.

yeosang looked up at you curiously, and yunho smirked against his neck. “we’re gonna try something new, okay?” yeosang shallowed heavily and nodded letting out a shuttered breath. “keep pressing that spot. watch her face. see how she likes it?”

he looked up at you, watching as your nails dug into his arm and your back arched off the bed. your face buried in the pillow under your head. your little whimpers music to the ears of the men between your thighs.

he slid his free hand onto your stomach, tangling his fingers with yours and brushing his thumb across the back of your hand.

“baby…” you let out a whispered moan.

yeosang kissed you thigh again, “what is it, love?”

“i’m close,” your toes curled into the sheets as they kept their pace inside of you.

yunho smiled against yeosang’s shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss that sent a shiver down his friend’s spine. “almost there, yeosangie. be a good boy and make your sweet girl cum. make her squirt all over your pretty face.”

the prettiest, most desperate moan escaped your lips as you came. your legs shaking as they worked you through your heavy orgasm. and just the view of their faces when you came all over them was enough to make you want to stay there all night.

[squishyo-o]

um so hi.

Atiny if you saw that yunho post that he made.

I’m afraid the jealous taehyun will have to be put on hold. I WILL be writing something about yunho after seeing that.

god damnit he’s so fucking hot

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SOMETHING IS PURRING 🫠🫠🫠

across stardust - two (j.yh); section two

summary: you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.one | two (section 1); (*section two) | three | four 🔗read on ao3 ✨across stardust pinterest board

note: i hope everyone enjoys this chapter. it's wildly fluffy and wildly romantic, and then deliciously smutty so i hope everyone enjoys. **this part was too long for tumblr's new word count guidelines! please check out the FIRST half of this part, here!

tags/warnings: idol!yunho, makeup artist!reader, fem!reader, soulmates au, soulmate identifying marks, soulmate tattoos, tattoed!reader, suggestive language, allusions to a past ex who pressured her into things she wasn't ready for, anxiety etc., and finally the smut; heavy makeouts, grinding, oral f!receiving, convos about oral m!receiving, lots of fingering, lots of cock touching, earth shattering soulmate sex, rough sex, soft!dom/pleasure!dom yunho and wide eyed sub!reader, heavy on the dirty talk, HEAVY on the praise. we got a lot of good girls in this one, and good god tagging for gratuitous use of pet names from yunho. lots of missionary and missionary adjacent positions, spooning sex to idk he's on his back and she's on top but laying on him it's hard to describe but by god is it hot please enjoy

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: fantasy, romance, smut || soulmates au

word count: 28.1k

**did you read section one of part two yet? if not, click here!!

Slowly, ever so slowly, the hazy cloud starts to lift. You’re both still shaking, Yunho hiding in your shoulder, his lips brushing against your pulsepoint as he comes back down from his high. Your fingers are locked tightly on his back still, legs pinning him to your pelvis, and it takes time for you to breathe through the last bits of dizziness and start to feel some kind of normal again. 

Finally you feel him exhale out an intentional breath and kiss your shoulder before pressing up on his forearms to look down at you, “Am I crushing you?” He lifts a bit of his body weight off, but you keep your arms locked. 

“Don’t go,” You say, holding him steady. 

He smiles dreamily, and shakes his head, “Not going anywhere,” 

Your legs fall slack on either side of him and you let your hands slide down to rest on his chest, “Good,” 

His eyes flick down over your bodies, to where you’re still connected hip to hip and with the fog of your newly cemented bond lifted, you feel a pang of his concern, “Did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head, smoothing your hand over his chest, “Mm-mm,” 

“You sure?” He takes one of your hands in his and gently kisses your knuckles. 

“You would have felt it if you did,” You remind him, “looks like we were right, we really were made for each other,” 

He rolls his eyes and smiles at your soft teasing, “Uh-huh,” 

You thread your fingers with his and tug him back down to where you rest in the pillows, kissing him as you do, “Mm,” you sigh, “do you think it will feel like that every time?” 

“If it does,” He laughs, “I’ll never make it out of this bed, I better resign now,” 

You nudge him, “Not funny,” 

“It’s a little funny,” He kisses you again, “but maybe I should, just keep you right here on my cock all day,” 

You shiver at his words, “And I’m the tease,” 

He laughs a little but squeezes your hand, “If it feels like that every time, I’m not teasing,” 

Your stomach flips pleasantly at his words, “Well,” your fingers skate down his chest, “we do have three days,” 

“That’s true,” He murmurs, his brow quirking playfully as he pecks a kiss to your lips, “do you have any objections to me keeping you right here?” 

You shake your head, “We’ll have to eat at some point, though,” 

“I’m pretty sure we can manage having sex in the kitchen,” He nips at your lip.

“My kitchen’s pretty small,” 

“I’m very creative,” He counters, his kisses traveling down your jaw now. 

You sigh, breathy as his tongue catches on your throat, “W-where else?” 

He huffs a laugh, “Shower,” 

“Of course,” 

“Couch,” His teeth tug gently at your earlobe and your muscles flutter and clench. Yunho groans lightly, and you feel his cock start to stiffen up inside you again. 

“And then?” Unconsciously, your legs start to widen just a little more. 

“The wall,” His voice is low and warm in your ear, “how see-through is that window, anyways?” 

Your eyes roll and you twitch under him, fingers tightening on his skin, “It’s reflective glass, you c-can’t see through it,” 

Yunho hums pleasantly, sucking at the pulsepoint of your neck and sending a shock of heat down your body, and you feel him start to stiffen up inside you again. A little breathy sound bubbles from your lips, and his hips grind down into yours just a little. His jaw tightens, muscles tense, and you feel him rock hard again and pressing insistently at all your sweet spots. 

“A-again?” You shiver. 

“Baby,” He sighs and chuckles, “all night,” 

Part of you thinks he’s kidding about that, but with that look in his eyes you know he’s more than serious. 

“Usually I’d need a little bit,” He admits, shifting up to his knees and dragging his hands down your body, “but you make me crazy,” 

You nod, moaning as his cock shifts inside you with the position change. Nothing has ever filled you like this, felt like this. The stretch is delicious, the way he seems to reach the tenderest places in your cunt that makes you see stars. The dizziness from the bonding a moment ago has dissipated, but the searing heat is still there, and you shiver, his fingertips skating over your tattoo before his hands find a home on your hips. 

���What do you say, baby? Can you take me again?” His hips pulse slowly, a torturous drag in and out to tease you. 

“Fuck yes,” You moan, one hand flying up to the wall behind you to brace yourself. 

“God, you sound pretty,” He pulses his hips again, punching a surprised moan from your throat, “exactly like that, I’m addicted to that sound.” 

He’s so verbal now that you’re not both swimming in the sensation of your newly forged bond, that night on the phone really was just a glimpse into who your partner is behind closed doors, his idol persona left on the concert hall floor. 

”J-just like that,” You nod, gripping the sheets. 

“Like that?” He teases, dragging you down onto his cock with his hands on your hips, “Yeah?” 

You moan again, “Harder,” 

“Fuck,” He curses, hands tight, sure to bruise, “we’re going to be so good together, aren’t we?” 

Before you can respond, he answers your plea with his hips, picking up the pace so that each pulse forward is met with the drag down of your body, connecting your bodies with firm, sharp snaps, the sound wet and wanton. 

“Y-yes, yes,” You all but sob, pleasure arcing through your belly and a fresh sheen of sweat breaking over your brow. 

Yunho groans, roughly fucking into you in just the way you needed, his body slick with sweat and glistening in the low light, his muscles flexing and relaxing with every snap of his hips. 

His mouth falls open, thumbs digging into your belly where he grips your waist, “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” 

Your cunt clenches, “You feel so good,” 

“That’s my good girl,” He breathes, his eyes hazy and lips parted as he watches you coming apart beneath him. 

You moan hard at the praise, your belly fluttering and clenching at the memory of how he talked to you that first time. You’ve thought of it dozens of times, desperate for exactly this, “Yes,” you whine, “I love when you call me that. Love when you talk to me like that,” 

Yunho shudders, his hips stuttering in pace and he groans, “Yeah?” 

“Don’t stop,” You reach for him, nails brushing over his skin as you try to get your hands on him. 

“Not stopping,” He assures you, but his hips do slow as he says, “what else do you like, hmm?” 

You can feel his curiosity, and his arousal too, the way he wants to know every button that makes you tick. Your slick channel pulses around his cock and you sigh in the sheets, “What do you think I like?” 

A half smile quirks his lips and he slows his pace to a stop, “Are you trying to tease me?” 

Your cheeks heat, caught under the exactness of his gaze and the rolling ripple of arousal through your body. 

“Cute,” He murmurs again, but he rolls his hips once hard to make you moan, “so pretty when you moan for me,” 

“God,” You have to pull your eyes away. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” He brushes your hips with gentler hands. 

“I’m not,” You drop a hand over your face.  

“You’re blushing, baby,” His fingers loop under yours and pull your hand away from your eyes. 

“Don’t pretend it doesn’t turn you on,” You counter, “I can feel you,” 

“Oh?” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips, “You can feel me?” 

“Shut up,” You groan, flutters rolling through your abdomen.

“Let’s see if I can make you really embarrassed, hmm?” 

“Yunho,” You manage, but you’re caught under him, the press of his hips and the firm pressure of his hands.

”You’re mine, right?” His fingers skate over your body as he adjusts himself onto his knees between your splayed open thighs, “You trust me?” 

Anticipation buzzes inside you, your mouth running dry. In this position you’re completely exposed, his eyes raking over your every inch, and when his tongue darts out to wet his lips with his tongue, your breath quickens

“Do you?” He prompts softly. 

“Y-yes,” 

He smirks a little, and then he settles on his heels and squeezes your thighs, “You like when I grab you,” he says, “I can feel your little jolt of excitement every time I do this.” He squeezes again for good measure, and just like he said your stomach jumps. 

“You’re my soulmate,” You sigh, “of course I like it when you touch me,” 

“Mm,” He nods, his hands skating up your skin until he’s cupping your breasts, “fair, how about this?” 

You soften, “That’s nice,” 

“And this?” He squeezes a little and you swallow to keep your composure, but when he finds both your nipples with his thumb and forefinger to give them a gentle pinch, you pant, “This?” 

He watches your eyes go glassy, and you’re sure he can feel the liquid fire pooling in your belly. 

He pinches them again, this time adding a little more pressure and tugging them upwards a bit before he releases. 

You moan sharply, fingers locking down on the bedding beneath you at the sharp zing that passed from your chest to your achingly neglected clit. 

“Is that nice, baby?” He tugs again, “Or am I being too rough with you?” 

He’s teasing you, and you shiver, “Not too rough,” 

The muscle in his jaw tightens but he lets that pass, cataloguing it and moving on, “And I think we’ve already established you like my hands,” 

“No surprise there,” You sigh. 

“My fingers?” He slides his hands up, and your heart starts to beat faster in your chest. Yunho settles one broad hand at the base of your throat, his fingers circling your neck gently. He doesn’t apply any pressure, but the way his thumb and index finger brace each side of your jaw has you trembling in his hold. 

You swallow, throat bobbing against his palm. 

“You do,” He murmurs, his voice a little rougher. With his opposite hand, he ever so gently touches your lips with the pads of his fingers, and like you’ve done it for him a thousand times before you let your mouth fall open. 

He drags his fingers over the curve of your lower lip again, and your cunt spasms around his cock where it's still buried inside you. He smiles at your reaction and then he hooks two of his fingers over your lip, resting on your teeth. 

You gasp sharply, your tongue pressing against the pads of his fingers. 

He waits, his patience a challenge, and then you melt. You dip your head forwards to accept his fingers into your mouth, letting them slide back on your tongue, your lips closing around them so that when you drag your head back you can suck them just a little. 

You can taste yourself on his skin and he groans, “Good girl,” 

Your core clenches again, but as his fingers slip free from your mouth you pulse your muscles again to tease him this time, “You’re easier to read than you think,” you tell him, “I know what you like too.” 

He smiles, full of cheek, and shifts back to roll his hips, “Yeah?” He slides his hand down, spreading it wide over your belly, “I like being inside you,” 

“You like,” You start but he shakes his head.

”I like being buried so deep I can feel it here,” He presses down with the heel of his hand and thrusts forwards, driving his cock into you, and the tight sensation of his cockhead punching into your g-spot leaves you moaning, all teasing forgotten at the sudden sensation of pleasure at his hands. 

Yunho drops over you properly now, gathering you back into his arms and pushing your legs back open wide with a tilt of your hips. He kisses you hard and then his hips start to pulse, “I like knowing this little pussy belongs to me,” 

“Oh, fuck,” You grip down hard on his shoulders. 

“That’s it,” He tips you back, rolling into you, “open up for me,” 

You moan hard, arching into him. 

“Fuck,” He curses low in your ear, “sweetheart, you feel incredible,” 

You nod into his shoulder, “S-so do you, don’t stop,”

“The best thing I’ve ever felt in my life” He manages. 

“Yunho, god,” 

“That’s right,” He slips a hand under our leg, sliding up the back of your thigh to pin you open, “so good,” 

Hot need arcs up your spine, belly tight with burgeoning pleasure, and you shudder a broken sob into his skin, “Please, please,” 

He thrusts hard, groaning with every jut of his hips, “Fuck,” he pants, “you want to know what I really like?” 

“Yes, yes,”

”I like you like this,” His kisses travel over your slick skin, “messy, begging for me,” 

“For you,” You babble almost mindlessly. 

“I like you coming,” He moans, “I could watch you come forever,” 

“Fuck, god,” Your head falls back to the mattress. 

“I want to make you lose yourself,” His pace steadies, and he drops his hand from your leg to the sheets for better leverage, “I want to watch you go so cockdrunk you don’t even know what sounds you’re making, how loud you’re being for me,” 

“Yunho, oh my god,” Your moan is rough, deep in your chest. 

He drops his forehead to your hair and nods, “Exactly like that,” 

Your body is starting to move on its own, your thighs trembling, and your hips canting upwards to catch more friction on your clit as he fucks you, and you whine in heady need. 

In a flash, his hips lock down hard, your body arching into his chest as you start to see the bursts of color behind your tightly shut eyes, but he doesn’t stop moving. Yunho grinds down, rocking his hips to give you extra pressure, and with needy jerks of your body you hump artlessly up into him, pleasure rolling up from your clit as he cock sits heavy and thick inside you. 

His lips connect with your ear as he drops his body weight over you, hands gathering you close, “That’s it, greedy girl,”

Sparks roll up your spine and you moan into his shoulder. 

“That’s it,” His hand slips down and cups your ass as you shudder, “take it, take it,” 

You gasp sharply, nails digging into his shoulders, “Oh, god, oh fuck,” 

“There she is,” He says hot at your cheek, his face leaving heavily against yours, “there’s my girl,” 

You moan, and he circles his hips, grinding deeper.

“You like taking every inch of me, baby?” He flicks your nipple sharply, “You like knowing you were made for me?” 

Your orgasm feels like it’s a breath away, ready to pull you open in a snap, and you sob beneath him, “M-more,” your head falls back as you scramble beneath him, heels digging into the mattress as you arch and try to bring yourself up and over the edge. 

“Come for me,” He kisses you, wet, fast, “come on babygirl,” 

“Ah, ah,” You press your eyes tight, holding him like a lifeline as you reach for it, “p-please, I want to come for you so bad,” 

“That’s it,” 

The pressure in your body builds, but you can’t reach it, and you ache to push your hands between your thighs. In a flash, his hands pulse on your skin, and he kisses you once more before pushing up and away from your body and drawing his cock halfway out of your aching center. 

“No, no,” You reach for him, eyes fluttering open in the hazy dim. 

On his knees once again he starts to rub your clit, his thumb pressing firm circles, the slick sound of it making your eyes roll back. 

“God,” You curse, a ripple of pleasure running through you like a spasm. 

He licks his lips, watching your face intently as he works your swollen bud, “Yeah? Do you need this to come?” 

The husky tone of his voice makes it sound like dirty talk, but you know he’s also asking for real, learning your body for the first time. You nod, “Usually, but, it’s not,”  

“Shh,” He pulls back, sliding his cock out of your wet warmth and kissing your knee before letting your legs fall slack to the mattress and shifting to your side, “I want to give you what you need,” 

“You are,” You tell him as he kisses you, nuzzling into you. 

“I can feel it,” He reminds you as he slides behind you, spooning you now and caging you in with his arms, “I know what you need, let me give it to you,” 

You shudder, melting as his hands slide over your body, “Mm,” you sigh, “I was j-just going to say I don’t think I need it with you,”

“But it’s better?” He asks, lifting your leg and hooking a hand under your knee. 

You angle your hips with an arch of your back, opening yourself to him, and gasp as he directs his cock back into your slick hole, “N-no,” You manage, “I don’t know,” 

He kisses your shoulder, “Let’s find out,” 

With a swift punch of his hips forwards he seats himself again and you moan, gripping down on the pillow under your cheek. 

“There we go,” He croons and you moan into his bicep. He hums, fingers teasing your slit as he pushes in and out, “is it better because I’m bigger?” 

“Yunho!” You gasp as he thrusts again, head falling back against the top of his chest. 

“Do I hit your sweet spots, jagi?” His voice is hoarse with his own need. 

“Yes, god,” You moan. 

“Tell me,” His middle finger finds your clit again, “say it,” 

You babble a response through a taut moan, “You’re so big,” 

“And?” He bites down on your shoulder, rubbing faster.

“You’re the,” You gasp as his hips punch back and forth sharply, “oh, fuck, yes, you’re the biggest cock I’ve ever had,” 

“Good girl,” He moans, “that’s my good girl,” 

Hot pleasure rolls through you at his words and you whine. 

“Feels good?” He teases. 

“So good,” You manage, ���so, so good,” 

“Let go,” He kisses your cheek, gritting his teeth to focus on working you with his fingers an the steady pulse of his hips at the same time, “let it go and come,” 

Your hand flies to his forearm, gripping onto him as you cry out, and he pants behind you, kissing any part of your skin he can reach in this position.

“Good girl,” He murmurs low, “just hold onto me,” 

He slides his other hand from your knee to your hip to brace you steady and then he starts to adjust the pace of his hips, still slow, but firmer now so that every snap of his hips strikes a wet smacking drumbeat through the room as he circles his fingers on your slick clit. 

Heat rockets through you, your nails digging into his forearm, and then you feel it. Just a little more will take you right over the edge, and you choke out a breathless moan, “Please, please,” 

“Come,”

Your stomach tightens, legs trembling, and when it hits you crack open in his arms. The wave takes you just the same as before, and distantly through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the muttered pleas of Yunho as he feels the rush of your pleasure through the bond.

You’re boneless, both of you shaking, and then he wraps his arms around you properly and rolls onto his back, your body laid prone across his chest. His cock stays deep inside your pulsing core as you turn, but with a hiss he jerks his hips back and pulls out. 

“Baby, oh my god,” Your chest is heaving, and you reach back for him, finding his cheek. 

He’s quiet, shuddering beneath you.

“You didn’t come?” You manage, still breathless.

He shakes his head against yours, “Don’t want this to end too soon,” 

“We have days,” You tell him, “now please, I want you to feel good,” 

His hands tighten on your hips as he weighs your words, and then with a slow shift of his hips you feel his cock start to press at your entrance again. He slips home with ease, and you moan at the sudden stretch of him again, his cock thick and pulsing with his almost orgasm. 

“I,” He pulses his hips once and groans, “oh, I’m not going to last,” 

“Don’t stop,” You urge him again, “please, just take me,” 

He moans, his stomach tightening, and then he starts to move.

He’s pumping in and out of you now, pinning your back to his chest with his arms banded around you as he rolls his hips and you can feel the tether in him start to fray. He’s getting close, but even without the bond you’d know it. His breath is thready, a hot pant against your ear, and your bodies slide together with slick sweat. 

He feels unreal, stretching you wide with every rhythmic stroke, but you feel his heart hammer when your legs start to fall closed, your walls tightening around him. 

“You’re mine,” He breathes, “s-so beautiful for me,” 

“All yours,” You sigh, and this time with intention you draw your thighs tight together. 

The position is tangled, muscle straining and almost an accident, but suddenly his cock has never felt bigger or thicker or perfectly positioned to hit that spot again and again. He groans, and holds your hips firmly to bounce you back down into every thrust as he chases his release.

Your head falls back over his shoulder, and you reach up to brace yourself on the wall behind your heads, your other hand still cupping his cheek and holding his face to yours. 

“Shit,” He curses, “so tight, fuck, babygirl,” 

You moan, “Please, yes, yes,” 

“So tight and,” he babbles against your cheek, “fuck, still taking every inch of me,” 

“So deep,” You gasp as his pace increases, and your eyes slam shut, a bubbling snap of pleasure rolling up your spine.

”God, I’m,” He shudders, moaning in earnest now, “b-baby, I’m close,” 

You feel his need, suddenly striking you through the unmasked connection of the bond, and though he doesn’t ask you for anything, beg you at all, you know exactly what to give him. 

You moan, arching your back to take his cock inside just a little more with every stroke, “Yunho,” your fingers lace into his hair and you turn your head to find his ear, “come,” 

He huffs, fingers pressing bruises into your hips.

”I’m all yours,” You tell him, voice husky, “this pussy is all yours, all yours,” 

“Mine,” His hips snap harder, a punishing pace, and you feel the taut edge of his pleasure. 

“Made for your cock, baby,” 

“Fuck,” 

“No one’s ever fucked me like this,” You pant, knowing exactly what your words will do to him. 

He groans, burying his face in your shoulder.

”C-come inside me,” You beg, “make me yours,” 

His teeth sink into your shoulder, his hips erratic, “Mine, mine,” 

“Yes, baby, please,” You rock your hips, taking over the rolling motion where he’s started to falter. 

“I’m,” His words are cut off with a groan, and his hips slam up twice more before he holds himself in deep and you feel the hot sensation of his cum pumping inside you. 

His orgasm yanks you down into your own in an unexpected flash of sensation, your vision fuzzy, head dizzy, and your body jerks in ecstatic fits and starts as you moan, wanton and wordless in his ear. 

“One more,” He murmurs, recovering from his own heady orgasm faster than you, his hand pushing between your locked thighs, middle finger circling on your pulsing clit, “just one more,” 

Your hips jerk with overstimulation and you whine, “I can’t,”

”Yes,” He kisses your forehead, bracing your body with one and while his other blissfully tortures your aching cunt, “come on, sweetheart,” 

“Yunho, oh, oh, God,” Your orgasm stretches, his fingers cresting you straight up into another shuddering peak. 

His body curls around you, dipping to the side when you jerk, holding you into his chest as he works you through it. The sound of his tender voice carries you up, “There we go,” he croons, “oh, god I love you,” 

“C-Coming,” Is all you can manage, and your body folds in on itself, your orgasm white hot and almost painful. 

He shudders as he feels you finish, and slows his fingers, “Good girl, come. I love you so much, can you feel me inside you, baby?” 

You manage a nod, moaning into the sheets, riding it out with rocks of your hips until it turns from pleasure to sharp overstimulation and you whine, pushing his hand away. 

“I got you,” He wraps you up tight, spooning you from behind, “shh, you’re okay,” 

Trembling, you pull his arms to your chest, using him as your anchor as he shifts his hips and finally uncouples your bodies.

“You’re okay,” He repeats, “just breathe,” He kisses your hair softly, soothing you with gentle touches as your breath returns. 

“M-mhm,”

”You’re perfect,” His lips travel to your shoulder, “I love you,” 

“I love you too,” You murmur, resting your lips on his knuckles. 

“Love you, love you,” He mutters against your skin, and you sink into him, a contented smile on your lips. 

You lay wrapped up together for what feels like hours, both of you coming back into your bodies slowly. His arms slacken, and you slowly roll onto your front, cheek against the cool sheets as you recover from the whirlwind of bonding.

He murmurs sweetness against your spine, massages circles into your hips, and little by little your mind reconnects too. 

Yunho sidles down in the bed, cuddling you from behind, “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” 

You shake your head a little but you say, “Maybe a little,” 

“Let’s go downstairs, I’ll fix you something,” He says, even though it’s your apartment. 

You smile and shake your head again, “Five more minutes?” 

He kisses your shoulder and you feel him nod, “Five more minutes,” 

Cocooned in his warmth, and in the perfection of your bed, you let yourself relax. 

More than five minutes have come and gone when he finally speaks again. Yunho’s fingers skate up and down your spine, slowly tracing each vertebrae like he’s making a mental map of you, “When did you get your first one?” 

“Hmm?” You sigh, looking slightly over your shoulder at him. 

“Tattoo,” He clarifies, now ghosting his touch over the large crane on your back, “you have so many, but when did you start?” 

You stretch in the sheets, and roll towards him, shifting onto your back now and twisting your arm to show him the delicate lines of your first tattoo, English script in faded black. desire.

He passes the pad of his thumb over the lettering and the corner of his mouth quirks up. 

“Not because of the song,” You laugh softly, “I was seventeen,” 

“Hmm,” He lets his fingers travel up, studying more of your lines of ink, “young,” 

He traces the lines of the flowers, the fan, the stippled black and gray twisting across your skin. 

“I know,” You tug the sheet up a little higher, tucking it around your naked body to ward off some of the chill of your apartment, “I just wanted to do something reckless for once, but then once I started,” 

He nods, listening, waiting for more. 

“I think I wanted to get under my parent's skin,” You admit, “they were already so disappointed in me, so I thought why not give them something to be really disappointed in?” 

He frowns a little, a crease between his brows, “I hate that you felt like that,” 

“I’m okay now,” You promise him, “Hana and I rarely see them, just holidays and phone calls on birthdays, that kind of thing.” 

He nods, pressing a kiss to your hair, “Still,” 

You give him a tiny shrug, and you find yourself reaching up to your soul mark and brushing it, “For a while I was just running, from them and then from this,” 

“Your mark?” He asks softly.

 You nod, “It was a reminder of that house, of how much they didn’t believe in it. They never even wanted Hana and I to daydream about it, to wonder what it would be like to find our soulmate. They were so set on us following the path they laid out, and for a long time the mark was a reminder of what I wasn’t supposed to want.” 

He swallows tightly, and you feel his discomfort at your words, the flicker of anger in his gut. 

“I’m alright,” You continue, “but the tattoos started like that. First something to provoke them, and then something to distract myself from seeing this. I thought about covering it, but,” 

“You did?” His eyes widen. 

“I considered it,” You tuck your hand in his and give him a squeeze, “but then I realized that the farther I got from believing this could happen for me, the closer I got to what they wanted all along,” 

He studies your expression for a moment and then scoots closer, tucking your bodies together and cupping your cheek, “When did you start believing it could happen again?” 

You remember it so clearly, the pact you made with Iseul, the lines you wrote in your journal that year. You smile and look up at him, “When I got the job at KQ, Iseul and I went out for celebratory drinks when I received the offer letter,” 

His expression softens, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

”I decided it was time to grow up,” You explain, “so we agreed that we would date, have fun, and keep looking for the one, but we’d never settle down for less than our soulmate, no matter how long it took to find them.” 

Yunho dips towards you, kissing you tenderly, “I love you,” 

Tucking into his chest you nod, “I love you too,” 

His arms loop around you, cuddling you so that you’re nestled into his warmth, “For what it’s worth,” he murmurs, his fingers carding through your hair, “however you came to them, they’re beautiful, you’re beautiful,” 

A brief flicker of tears pricks the back of your eyes and you press a kiss to his sternum, “Thank you,” you kiss him again, “I love them now, and now I get them for myself,” 

He hums, nodding with his lips on the crown of your head, nuzzling you gently. 

For a moment it’s quiet, just your heart and his beating in time against each other, but then your stomach tightens as you realize something you’ve been neglecting.

 You sigh heavily, “I need to call Hana,” 

“You haven’t told her?” He asks, despite already knowing the answer.

 “No, have you told your brother?” 

His hand stills on your back, “I texted him,” 

Your eyebrows raise, “You texted him?” 

He nods, “Is that alright?” 

“Of course,” You say in a rush, “I just, I don’t know, I’m surprised.” 

“We don’t see each other often,” Yunho says, “but we’re close. It felt strange not telling him something this big in my life,”

You nod, “Exactly.” 

He brushes a hand up and down the length of your back again and then starts to untangle his body from yours, “How about this, can I use your shower?” 

“Sure,” You’re about to tell him where it is, all the little quirks, but he keeps going.

”After, I’ll run back to my place and pick up things for the next few days,” You strangely hate the idea of him leaving, but you know that was always part of the plan considering he didn’t bring anything with him, “while I’m busy give her a call,”

”It’s late,” You find yourself protesting. 

He smiles, “It’s not, you’re nervous,”

You rub at your chest, feeling the curl of anxiety there, “Yeah,” 

“She loves you,” Yunho reminds you as he pulls himself out of bed, “and she knows what having a soulmate feels like, she’s going to be so happy for you, for us.” 

“You’re right,” You breathe.

 “I know you miss her,” He adds softly, “and I know you want to tell her, let me give you the space to do that.” 

Warmth expands in your chest and all you can do is nod. 

He smiles wide, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then he stretches, “Alright, shower’s this way?” Yunho nods towards the obvious path towards the bathroom. 

You nod again, and he sighs, “Perfect,” 

He disappears down the hall and for a brief moment you’re alone with your thoughts. You let your gaze go unfocused towards the ceiling, and you just feel for a moment. You feel different, lighter and heavier at the same time, like all the cells in your body turned over at once, but the knotted rope between you and him feels thicker, corded, braided, unbreakably sure. 

For the first time in weeks, all of a sudden, you feel like you can call her. 

You rub your chest again, rolling out of bed and making your way across the lofted bedroom on slightly shaky legs before finding your robe on its familiar hook and wrapping it around yourself, a smooth silk in floral and dark red. With a deep breath, you pin up your hair and find your phone. The sound of running water comes through the bathroom door, so you make your way downstairs for a bit of privacy and to get a cool glass of water. Once you’re tucked into the familiar corner of your couch with a downy blanket over your lower half, you find Hana’s contact in your phone and you call. 

She picks up after a few rings, “Hello?” 

“Hey,” 

“Was your flight delayed?” She asks, her bright voice soothing you instantly, “You always call me when you get in,” 

“It wasn’t delayed,” You tell her honestly. 

“Ah,” She says, “did you crash immediately? Take a crazy nap? You know that will fuck with adjusting back to the time zone,” 

“Hana,” You sigh, and all at once you wish he was next to you. 

“I know, I know,” She makes a sound, tongue against teeth, “I’m just saying,”

  “I didn’t sleep, or I mean, I did on the plane,” 

“That’s good,” You hear glasses clinking on her side of the line.

  “What are you up to, am I interrupting?” You ask.

  “Hmm?” She says as if she didn’t hear you, and then corrects, “No, sorry, nothing really just some chores,” 

“Oh, good, I thought it might be too late to call,” You admit.

  “It’s only nine,” Hana says and you can practically picture her eye roll. 

Upstairs the sound of your shower taps turning off draws your attention and your eyes flick up to the landing. 

“So, your flight was okay?” Your sister’s voice in your ear brings you back to the present and you nod. 

“Yeah, listen,” 

“Oh,” She cuts you off, “Em wants to know how you liked Paris, you didn’t post anything on Instagram she was devastated,”

  Em, Emmanuelle, Hana’s wife and your sister-in-law, born in Korea but half French on her mother’s side, who spent every summer in Lyon. Of course she would want to know how your first trip to France was, and your head was so wrapped up in Yunho you didn’t even think to text her.

  “I loved it,” You tell your sister honestly, “so much, I’ll send you both some pictures as soon as,” 

“You better,” Hana interjects again, “Em’s right here she’s asking if you had time to see the city?” 

“A little, but, Hana,” 

The door upstairs opens, and Yunho quietly pads back to your lofted bedroom, one of your white towels slung low around his hips. His hair is wet, mussed from rubbing a towel through it, his chest pink from the hot water and steam. Just seeing him makes you feel at ease, and he meets your eyes, “You okay?” He whispers. 

You nod, and he searches for his clothes strewn all over the floor of your bedroom. 

“Hana, what?” Your sister prompts, and you realize it’s not the first time she’s said it, “y/n, are you okay? You sound weird,”

Suddenly, you’re deep in a memory. Hana’s tear streaked face in the hallway of your first apartment, a backpack on her shoulder and a defiant jut to her chin. Sixteen years old and standing her ground more firmly than you ever had in your life up to that point, the strength in her voice when she told you she found her soulmate and she wasn’t going to give her up. 

“y/n?” Hana says again, concern laced through her voice. 

You find Yunho on the landing, watching as he rubs a towel over his hair again, and the words finally tumble out, “I found him,” 

“You, what?” She asks, confused.

  “Hana,” His eyes flick to yours and you find yourself smiling, blush creeping back into your cheeks, “I found him,” 

The penny drops, “Oh my god,” 

”I know,” You reply, and Yunho grins, watching you from the landing.

  “Oh my god?” Hana all but shrieks and you laugh as she reacts, calling to Emmanuelle, voice muffled briefly as she shifts the phone. 

“I know,” You manage. 

“Is he French?” Hana babbles, “That would be insane, that would be crazy if both of us,”

  You duck your head in laughter, “What? No, no he’s not French,” 

“What countries were you in? How the hell did you bump into him - abroad of all places, that’s why it took so long, that’s what I was always saying,” She rambles a mile a minute, and it’s always so hard to slow her down once she gets going, barely taking a breath between sentences. 

“Hana,” You cover your mouth with your hand, “Hana, he’s not foreign, he’s Korean,” 

Yunho’s still smiling as he comes down the stairs, but he’s not dressed to leave, he’s dressed comfortably in just his t-shirt and his boxer briefs. Relief fills you with the knowledge that he’s not about to leave, and he watches you quietly as you try to navigate your sister as she jumps from conclusion to conclusion. 

  “That’s even crazier,” She says, “how the hell did you bump into another Korean outside of Korea while you were working constantly?” 

“Let her tell the story,” You hear Em’s voice in the background. 

“Am I on speaker?” You laugh. 

“You are now,” Em replies this time, “hi, y/n,” 

“Hey Emmie,” 

“I have your sister restrained,” She says, but you hear an irritated huff from Hana, “now, tell us what’s going on and this time Hana’s going to listen,” 

“Shut up,” Hana gripes quietly, with no real malice. 

“You love me,” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Hana says, “alright, I’m sorry, I’m listening,” 

Yunho waits patiently, but the moment you reach for him, he crosses from the foot of your stairs to your place on the couch. He had felt it, how much you needed him here, that much you’re sure of when he twines your fingers together. With his touch as a tether, you finally tell them, “I didn’t bump into someone random, and you cannot say ‘I told you so’,” you start off, “but, it’s Yunho. My soulmate is Yunho,” 

There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the call. Hana is rarely stunned silent, but you wait. She knows the group well, from her teasing when you first started there all the way through listening to you tell her stories about work. There’s no doubt in your mind that she remembers your quietly guarded crush. 

“Is he treating you well?” She finally asks, emotion thread in her voice. 

“Yes,” You breathe.

  “And you love him?” 

“Yes,” 

She pauses, “And he,” 

“Yes, Hana,” You roll your eyes, but feel the rush of tears, “obviously,” 

Yunho brushes his thumb over your knuckles and gives you a squeeze. 

“God,” Hana says with a little gasp, “you’re bonded already, aren’t you?” 

You slide a little to the right to get closer to him, “We are,” you confess. 

For a moment you brace yourself, nervous at her reaction to not being told sooner, especially after everything you’ve been through together. At the anxious tumble of your stomach, Yunho separates your hands and reaches around to pull you into his chest and presses a kiss to your temple. 

All your fears disappear in a matter of seconds. Hana laughs sharply and then she’s right back to herself, “Oh my god, I don’t care I have to say it, I told you so.” 

You grin, a few tears spilling over, “Hey,” 

“When have you ever had a crush that lasted longer than a day?” She exclaims, “I knew it,” 

“Hana!” It’s Em who exclaims this time, taking the words right out of your mouth and you fall apart into laughter. 

Yunho laughs too, softly against your hair and you blush and cover your cheek with your hand at the knowledge he can hear your sister’s teasing words. 

“I’m just saying I knew,” 

“God, stop,” You curl into yourself, your face in Yunho’s neck, “you’re embarrassing me,” 

“Holy shit,” Hana exclaims, “is he there?” 

Yunho slides his hand over your thigh and smoothly shifts you into his lap so he can wrap his arms around you, and you sigh, “Yeah, he’s here,” 

“You sound so happy it’s freaking me out,” 

“I am happy, Hana,” You confess, “I’m really, really happy.”

She takes a breath and you can hear the emotion caught in her voice too, “When can I come up to Seoul? We’re overdue for a visit,”

“Soon,” You promise her. 

“The minute you’re free,” She says, “Em and I will make the time, you just say when,”

“I’ll look,” You nod, relaxing into Yunho’s hold, “but soon, I promise.” 

“I want to meet him,” She insists.

“He wants to meet you both too,” You tell them, and Yunho nods against you. 

“His schedule must be crazy, but,”

“Han,” Em interrupts, and you can practically see your sister in law calming her wife with gentle hand motions. 

“I should go,” You finally say into the phone, “but I miss you,” 

Yunho’s hand smooths up and down your back.

“I miss you too, Hani-ya,” You haven’t called her that in years, your beloved little sister who grew up too fast, but the familiar affection slips out of you with ease. 

“I love you,” She says, “I’m so happy for you, I’m so,” 

You swallow tightly and find Yunho’s hand again, “I know, it’s how I felt when you told me about Em,” 

Hana laughs, the sound wet with tears, “Oh my god,” she sniffs and you hear her voice muffled as she scrubs the tears from her cheeks, “I knew we’d both find them, mom and dad were too shitty for us not to be happy now,” 

You smile, nodding with your head on Yunho’s shoulder, “That I know for sure,” 

There’s a brief moment of silence, both of you collecting your own emotions, and then Hana sighs, “I’m sorry, I’ll let you go, but let us know about coming up.”

”I will,” 

“And, y/n,” Your sister says, a mischievous edge back in her voice, “tell him he better take care of you, okay? Tell him to pick you first, okay? Every time,” 

Your throat constricts, and Yunho’s lips brush against your forehead. Before you can get your voice back in control to answer her, he does it for you, “Tell her I already have, I will,” 

You clear the emotion from your throat, “Did you hear that?” 

“Yeah,” Hana manages.

 “He’s got me,” You tell her honestly, “I promise,” 

Hana takes a breath, “Good,” she sniffles, “now stop talking to me and go get laid or something, if we keep talking I’ll keep crying,” 

You laugh a little at your sister’s attempt at deflection, “Yeah, or something,” 

“I love you, I’ll see you so soon, okay?” Hana says. 

“Soon,” You promise again. 

“Bye, unnie,” Em cuts in, affection in her voice, “we are so, so happy for you.” 

“Thank you,” You smile, “I’ll send you some pictures of France, I’m so sorry I forgot before,” 

“Ah, that’s okay,” Em says warmly, “I think you had better things to focus on,” 

Yunho squeezes your hand. 

“Take care,” She says, “we’ll see you soon,” 

“You too,” 

Em ends the call, and you let your phone slip back into your lap, letting out a sigh of relief and exhaustion against him. 

Yunho stays quiet for a moment, giving you a second of space, and then he kisses you and leans down to find your eyes, “Baby?” 

“Yeah,” 

“You okay?” He murmurs. 

You nod, pressing your lips to his and sinking into him, “I am,” you reply softly when the kiss breaks, “thank you for staying,” 

“I realized I couldn’t go tonight,” He says, “I need to be with you a while longer,” 

You squeeze his hand still laced in yours.

Yunho’s eyes are glassy with his own unshed tears, and he swallows and blinks to get himself together before he brings your knuckles to his lips and gives you a tender kiss, “I will, by the way,” he says gently, “pick you first,” 

You know what he’s talking about, his life in the public eye and his new life with you behind the scenes. You feel his honesty, his confidence, the truth in his words, and all you can do is shake your head. You never want him in that position, especially after everything he’s worked for, “You won’t have to.” 

“But I will,” He promises it to you like a vow, sealing it with a kiss, “I always will.” 

“I will too,” You whisper, “I’m not giving this up,” 

“You won’t have to,” He echoes, a soft smile on his lips. 

His kisses are soft, tender now, and he holds you close as he reminds you of all the ways he loves you. Your quiet apartment cocoons you together, a pause in time just for tonight. Night ticks by and Seoul moves outside, but in each other’s arms you stay still, a stone jetty holding steady in the push and pull of the tide. 

[squishyo-o]

αη єη∂ℓєѕѕ тнιяѕт (кησω уσυ gєт ∂єנα νυ)

Themes guide

❤️‍🔥 - Smut smut smut babe. Start to finish in brainrots and can sometimes have plot in stories

💘- Suggestive. Not entirely smut, but NSFW themes are included..

🍬 - Fluff! The snuggly cuddle reads and brainrots

💔- Angst. The writing you need when you just want a good cry..

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𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎?: 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝓗𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓙𝓞𝓞𝓝𝓖:

Tongue technology - ❤️‍🔥

𝓢𝓔𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓗𝓦𝓐:

Thighs - 💘

𝓨𝓤𝓝𝓗𝓞:

Husband Yunho - 🍬

Shower sex - ❤️‍🔥

𝓨𝓔𝓞𝓢𝓐𝓝𝓖:

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𝓢𝓐𝓝:

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𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓘:

Clingy mingi - 🍬

𝓦𝓞𝓞𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓝𝓖:

Wooyoung cuteness aggression - 🍬

𝓙𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓗𝓞:

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𝓓𝓤𝓞𝓢/𝓞𝓣8 𝓡𝓞𝓣𝓢:

Switchin’ the positions pt.1 (hyung line) - ❤️‍🔥

Switchin’ the positions pt.2 (maknae line) - ❤️‍🔥

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𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚢: 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝓗𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓙𝓞𝓞𝓝𝓖:

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𝓢𝓔𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓗𝓦𝓐:

Mommy, Huh? - ❤️‍🔥 (req!)

𝓨𝓤𝓝𝓗𝓞:

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𝓨𝓔𝓞𝓢𝓐𝓝𝓖:

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𝓢𝓐𝓝:

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𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓘:

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𝓦𝓞𝓞𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓝𝓖:

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𝓙𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓗𝓞:

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𝓓𝓤𝓞𝓢/𝓞𝓣8 𝓢𝓣𝓞𝓡𝓘𝓔𝓢:

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you wanted inspiration about the tongue thing I NEED TO SEE THIS WITH JEONGIN! (I love youuu)

(SKZ) Jeongin Brainrot ❤️‍🔥

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I love our innie

That man has a tongue and he knows how to use it. Fight me.

In a way, innie likes being the dominant one, but there’s some days where he just gets so riled up and pussy drunk that he could just eat you out for hours. Sometimes he gets a bit needy with it too. But let’s imagine it happened in the morning..

CW!: I.N being thirsty for that 🐱, needy/"subby" innie in a way, nicknames (baby, cutie, pretty, probably others help-), praise (mainly innie praising how good your 🐱 is), obviously oral (f receiving), morning sex, there’s probably more atp

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You hear a soft whine coming from Jeongin "innie?" You assumed that he just woke up and was just stretching. "Cutie.." he said as you turned over to look at him. He pulled you closer to him and gave you a kiss. "Baby.. I need you.." "hmm..? What’s wrong?" "I need a taste.. please?" You couldn’t say no to his sleepy whiny voice so you nodded, giving him the okay to do what he wanted. "Did someone have a naughty dream?" You teased him.

His cheeks got flushed a little bit before he removed the covers and got between your legs to remove your pajama pants. "Yes.." he admitted. "And now I’m hungry. So this will be my breakfast this morning". He gently rubbed your thighs before slipping off your pants and your underwear at once. Whatever dream it was, it turned jeongin into someone else. He put a finger in and curled it a little, listening to your whimpers as he barely did anything with one digit. "Needed this so bad.." he whined.

He went ahead and stuck in a second finger, listening to the sounds of your whines again, turning into soft moans. "Innie.." Jeongin chuckled. "Feel good?" "Mhm.. fuck.." "keep it up cutie.. m’gonna use my mouth.." he said. He took his fingers out of you and licked them with a groan. He then dipped his face in between your legs and began making out with your clit. Immediately, you began to moan and whine Jeongin’s name. He was always so good with his tongue and he never failed to make you scream with it every time.

Jeongin was taking his time with you and making you cum. Savoring every taste with a whine. "J-jeongin.. fuck- y’tongue I-i.." you felt him chuckling against your pussy, which made it throb more. He kept dancing his tongue around your folds and sucking on the bud of your clit. The hunger he felt in this very moment was something he’d never experienced. "Jeongin.. innie.. I’m gonna cum!" You moaned. Jeongin kept going faster as you squeezed your legs around Jeongin’s head.

A moment of sobbing Jeongin’s name and finally you spilled all your juices into his mouth, pulling on his hair as you came. Electrolytes went through your thighs as you made a sticky mess in his mouth. He licked up your cum, helping you ride out your orgasm. He came up from between your legs and gave you a kiss, tasting yourself, which somehow made it ten times better. "Hope y’know we’re not done.." he said. "W-what do you mean..?" He got into bed with you and lifted you up so you’d be straddling him.

"Ohhh.. you want me to ride you.. I see innie.."

"No. I need you to sit on my face."

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𝔸ℕ: aaaand she’s done folks 💪😼 took me a minute with this one cuz I was thinking of plot but I like the way it turned out and I hope you did too <3

Next up: jealous taehyun

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SUBBY SOOB SUBBY SOOB

# riding sub! soobin

(nsfw + mdni, f!reader, unprotected sex, soobin likes needs to cum inside, breast play) smut writing is what the girls sitting in the back of class are really doing

mm— w-wanna cum—! soobin whimpers, a pink blush crossing his face from ear to ear,, heart shaped lips bitten, a sheen of sweat on his skin as his chest rises and falls rapidly with panting breaths,, god, he's so ruined from just gentle touches. your small hand wrapped so cute around his stiff cock, sticky precum seeping from the flushed tip, painfully hard as soobin's head tips back against the headboard, a strained moan escaping his throat, clinging to his sanity.

please, p-please,, need to s' bad, he whispers, voice raspy with need, fingers gripping your thigh and hip, caressing the plush of your skin,, where do you want to cum, binnie? your fingers slowly pumping his cock, licking your lips at the way he groans, hips jerking up into your hand, desperate for stimulation. inside y-you, please,, his gaze pleading, as your pussy lips rub against his leaking tip, sticky arousal smearing over your folds.

o-oh— breathy, needy gasps as soobin buries his head in the crook of your neck, incoherent moans slipping from his throat as your tight, warm walls suck him in, thick cock filling you up s' full, bulge in your tummy when your hips meet his, feeling his cock twitch inside you,, and he's so weak when he's needy,, can't even move unless he wants to cum in seconds, excruciating wait to let you take control. and soobin just melts when you start to lift your hips, a mess of moaning whimpers spilling from his lips with each wet squelch as you ride him, p-please, please, he mumbles, letting him touch the bulge he makes in your tummy 'nd drooling as he stares at the way your tits bounce,, god, what a perv.

and fuck, does patience (albeit he had to) pay off, once he lets you use him to cum all over his cock,, letting him fill you up with his cum, cock twitching inside you as his hot, creamy load stuffs you full, dumbed out soobin when he feels s' good when he can cum inside,, drool 'nd saliva spread dripping on your tits when he sucks your breasts, pretty heart shaped lips sloppily kissing your tits, squishing the plump plush with his big hands as he suckles messily in a post nut daze,, subby soobin's so easy to please, isnt he?