with-eunseok

[with-eunseok]

MY LOVE,, (this one is purely for me)

but shocking shotaro with your dancing skills?? (maybe—to make it even more entirely self indulged—reader dancing to his part on get a guitar and he's just in awe??)

and ofc his good girl did so good he just has to reward her iykwim... 🤭🤭🤭

𓂃⠀𓈒 bf!shotaro x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1k words

✎… established relationship, sub!reader, (semi public) oral sex (f!rec), exhibitionism kink, mirror sex, pet names, praise kink, hair pulling (m!rec), sprinkle of fluff if you squint

You walk over to the speaker, phone in hand as you search for the track.

In the mirrors lining the walls, you can see Shotaro dropping on the polished floor; the smile of excitment not leaving his face as he holds an open bottle of water.

“Okay,” you sigh, prepared to start the song, “no laughing!”

Taro offers you a thumbs up, but his smile already grows into a huge grin.

“You’re already laughing!”

”I’m not!” He titters, endeared. “You’re just cute.”

You roll your eyes before turning around to play the song.

Shotaro must be stunned at the sound of his own part in Get A Guitar suddenly blasting in the air.

You imagine his eyes widening from surprise before he starts registering your movements. He knows you’re taking dance classes but he had no idea what you’ve been learning for the last couple of weeks like your life depended on it.

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s leaning forward, closely following your rhythm as you step intentionally. A newfound confidence keeping you energised and focused.

When your performance comes to an end, you slowly turn around only to see him immediately jumping on his feet.

“Holy crap!” He claps with mouth hanging open in awe. “How long have you been hiding this from me?”

“Oh,” you shrug nonchalantly, “just few months.”

“Babe,” he reaches out to cup your face that’s just as warm as his, “that was freaking amazing.”

The sudden shift of his voice makes your tummy flip. Just moments ago, his tone was light and cheerful, but now, it dips to something more intense, charged with intent as he leans in to kiss you.

“You’re amazing.”

And then, your lips meet - gently, tenderly. Your hands grasp onto his oversized shirt as if his kiss can melt you away.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you admit, breaking the contact to look at him.

His gaze is glinting, his hair still clunging to his glistening temples.

“You blew me away,” he says, resting fingers on your jawline. “Now I have to think of a way to reward my girl.”

At this point, your heartbeat cannot find a break. Instead of easing up its pace it just continues thumping wildly, aroused by his words.

“I like that idea.” You let out a soft chuckle, then step back to turn off the music. The next song from your playlist just started playing.

However, Shotaro’s grip quickly finds your wrist, pulling you back into his arms.

Before you can even grasp it, his lips land on yours; this time, insistently, stealing your next breath. You ground yourself in the thrill, letting him deepen the kiss until you’re dizzy. His touch travels down to your hips and the contact isn’t teasing, but deliberate - he’s made up his mind that he’s going to give you the reward you deserve here.

Now.

“You know,” you speak up breathless by how quickly the moment is unfolding, by the way he spins you around to attach his mouth to your heated neck, “I can wait for—”

The thought fades from your mind just as quickly as it popped up. Shotaro’s touch slips into your underwear, clouding your mind with delight as he spreads your folds.

“Nah, baby,” he smirks at your ear, pleased with the moisture welcoming his fingers, “I don’t think you can.”

“Taro…” you moan as the warmth rises beneath your skin.

“Shh,” he coos, securing your twitching frame with arm around your shoulders, “let me reward my good girl, that’s all I want.”

Unlike your eyes which are fluttering shut, Shotaro’s gaze is fixated upon your reflection in the mirror; upon your bodies pressed against one another as his dominant hand remains tucked into your sweats.

He scans the bliss creeping on your face and soon enough, he builds a bolder pace, stimulating you further through measured circles that only grow more effective.

“That’s it, baby… look at you.” His mellow tone slips from his tongue slowly, like he’s falling into a trance while watching you fumble in his embrace. “So good and pretty….”

A moment later, his fingers go down your slick, dipping exactly where you need him most. Your walls eagerly accept his thick digists, but unluckily, they stay inside just for a brief moment.

“Taro, please,” you whine the minute he pulls out his hand completely.

Both of you glance at the transparent essence connected to his fingers.

“Here,” he pushes them through your lips as if that’s going to make up for his teasing. “Tastes nice?”

The taste of your own arousal settles on your tongue as you close your lips, tightening them lightly. Responding with a nod, you continue sucking steadily until they’re clean.

“Mmm, yeah I know,” Shotaro smirks at the sight. “Rewards always taste sweet, don’t they?” He empties your mouth, then wastes no time in grabbing the waistband of your sweatpants and dragging them down your legs. “Get on the ground.”

You obey, nodding almost blankly because of how high on adrenaline you are. The cold floor hits your skin as you sit down with open, bare legs.

“The other way, baby.” Taro gestures to the mirror.

You shift directions, slightly flustered to see your own reflection in such provocative state - sweating, half-naked and aroused.

Without removing a single pair of clothing, Shotaro lays between your thighs, taking in the view with hungry gaze.

His two fingers separate your intimate lips but he doesn’t touch just yet; he lets his eyes linger upon the watering sight while his tongue rolls inside his mouth to gather a good amount of saliva.

Once the moisture is trickling down in between your folds, he leans forward, licking you up. His flat, thrilling tongue makes one stripe, then a second and a third… until his soft plump lips transform the act into multiple open mouthed kisses.

Your moans multiply in the big studio, mingling with the music in the background. You barely register the shuffling songs, though, and how can you? When every part of you is buzzing from the rush controlled by Shotaro’s mouth that has carefully studied your body for months.

When you have that erotic view in the large mirror to occasionally glance at - his figure sprawled on the floor for you, his cap tossed in the distance so your fingers can close around his hair, forming a fist that only grows stronger the closer he pulls you near the edge; reminding you once again - that you’re the only one he’s ever praised and rewarded so passionately.

a.note ! i know exactlyyyy what you mean love :3 gosh why is taro so addictive to write about? i had so much fun doing this scenario i really hope you enjoyed the final results 🤎 (i’m sure you slay his part in get a guitar 😏)

[with-eunseok]

i keep writing shotaro either fingering you or eating you out… but do i mind it? absolutely not

[with-eunseok]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

[with-eunseok]

not me getting a yummy sub!anton idea while working on a dom!anton request… my brain works in interesting ways

[with-eunseok]

Wetlook

Pairing: Anton x fem!reader

Warning: smut! pool sex (kinda), unprotected sex

Wc: 1.8k

A/n: i want him wet and sopping like a pervert 😵‍💫

Anton always considered you to be his good luck charm. He loved getting little gifts from you and wearing them for special occasions. Using phone cases and charms, keeping little plushies with him or decorating his room, wearing special jewelry or clothing you gifted him.

What he loved more than reminders of you was you in the flesh. Seeing you at concerts and events, seeing you help him practice swimming, going on vacations together. Nothing bad could happen when you were near him.

You found his love for swimming endearing, always cheering him on even when he was swimming warm up laps. You far from the professional coaches he’s trained with, but knowing your eyes were following him throughout the water and carefully timing him made Anton feel stronger and better when swimming.

He loves how happy you get to be there for him, admiring him throughout all of his endeavors, idol or other.

Finding time off, you were quick to plan a vacation together. You took time off of work well before the trip to ensure you had as much time with Anton as possible. Together you were relaxing in a hotel, opting to spend the first few days in bed before actually sight seeing later on your trip.

You booked this hotel for their olympic sized swimming pool, something you knew Anton would love to see. Even if he didn’t want to swim a lot, you thought he should have the option for this more than anything.

Your first day was spent in bed together, cuddling and ordering room service as you both slept away the stress and recharged in the soft bedding of your room. Waking up, you and Anton felt perfectly rested, able to get up and not feel groggy.

After breakfast, Anton mentioned wanting to see their pool.

“You don’t have to, so soon.”

“No way,” He laughed, “you booked this specially for me! Of course I’m gonna check it out.”

You both made your way towards the pool, carefully covering the swimwear you were in while in the main lobby area. It was in the back half of the hotel, having two french doors open to the sunlit pool. The scent of chlorine was fragrant but not strong, just enough to notice.

You saw Anton warm up, stretching his large arms and jog around to warm his body up. He splashed some water onto his chest before jumping in. You noticed how the swimming shirt stuck around his pecs, sculpting them and broadening his torso.

You bit your thumb and tried shaking those thoughts away. Setting your things down as he began moving throughout the water. You watched him take some practice laps, getting used to the water before he began swimming faster. His arms gliding through the water as he swam, the splashing water spraying everywhere as he reached the end of the pool before diving under and turning around. He was able to stay under the water for a good while before swimming up and catching his breath between strokes.

Reaching back to the wall, he was panting. Floating on the water before asking you to time him.

“Of course.” You smile.

You grabbed the timer as he kneeled in place on the concrete, you gave him a count of three before he soared into the air. Moving into the water, he was quick, able to swim to the middle of the pool far faster than his warm up laps.

You looked around, noticing how little people were here. Scratch that, how no people were here. Anton arrived at the end and you pressed the timer. Telling him his time as he stepped out of the water, grabbing his water bottle to get a drink before sitting down.

“Ah, thank you, y/n. I really love this.”

“Of course.” You kissed his cheek.

“You’re alright?”

“Yeah! I’m just surprised no one’s here. Usually pools are super packed.”

“Doesn’t this place has an outdoor pool, too? Probably there.”

You nodded.

Every time you tried keeping your thoughts straight you’d see how flushed his cheeks were or how tight his shirt was.

“This is really uncomfortable, can you help me?” Anton asked, pulling up the hem of his shirt.

You felt your cheeks warm, “Here.”

You helped pull his shirt up, rolling the fabric up before pulling it over his head to slide down his arms.

“Are you alright, you look a little warm?”

“I’m fine!” You laugh, “Nothing’s wrong, just might be a little-” You tried thinking of some excuse but the time is trying to beat against you.

“Oh, y/n.” He smirked, “Are you?”

“No way.” You shook your head.

“It happens.”

“Not in public, Anton Lee.”

He laughed, “I’d hardly call this public.”

He hands held onto your hips, guiding you closer as he looked up at you.

“What started it? Are you just needy for me?”

“Anton.” You spoke sternly.

His hands drug down to your thighs, feeling how your legs shook as he moved past your pelvis.

“If you want, I could have sex now.” He laid a kiss on your thigh.

“This is so open.” You thought aloud, feeling your face warm even more.

His hands wrapped to hold your ass, “But we’re the only ones here.”

“There could be cameras.”

Anton looked upwards, looking around where the doors were, seeing no possible camera to catch the two of you here.

He pulled you down onto his lap, kissing you as you caved in. He held you up and against him as he basked in the sight of you being so desperate for him. Feeling your hips rut against him as you groaned against his lips.

“Was it me exercising? You like seeing my muscles?” He asked, lips pressed against your ear.

“You’re shirt.” You confessed.

“My shirt?” Anton dropped the sultry voice for a second, purely confused.

“It clung to your chest and muscles,” your hips ground against his again, “you looked really hot.”

“Should I put it back on?”

“No-”

“But you wanna see me wet, huh?”

You took a deep breath.

“That’s it, you wanna see me,” Anton ground himself against your core, “wet and soaked.”

“Yes.” You moaned.

“Let’s hop in.” He picked you up.

“Anton no, this is a pool.”

“It’s fine. Can’t be the first time.”

“Anton-“

He walked you two over to the edge of the pool, letting you fall to your feet as he hopped in.

“Sit on the edge.”

You slowly walked over, sitting down with your legs dangling into the water. He walked closer, standing right by your legs and pelvis. His hands reached out and rubbed your thighs, slowly spreading your thighs as he leaned in closer.

“Can I eat you out?”

“Fuck, please.”

He pulled you closer, pulling your bottoms off before seeing just how wet you were.

“What I would’ve done if I’d knew this sooner.”

“I didn’t even know this before.” You confessed.

He drug his finger along your folds, slowly pushing his pointer finger in. Leaning in, he began lapping at your clit, occasionally licking and slurping up the arousal you were dripping out. Everything felt heightened, his tongue felt hotter and heavier, his fingers reached deeper inside you, the tile was freezing underneath you.

Anton added a finger as he moved down, nose bumping your clit as his tongue lapped at the cum circling his fingers. Your moans grew louder as you felt your legs and core freeze, cumming so quickly as Anton lapped at your core.

You could barely catch your breath as Anton was asking for more.

He pulled you closer off of the edge, “Come in.”

You slipped into the pool, his arms holding you up before you leaned onto your elbows, backed up against the edge of the pool.

He pulled your top down, pushing your boobs outward as he latched onto them. Tongue swirling around the flesh as you began moaning.

“Anton.”

“Your tits look amazing. I see why you like a wet look.”

His hands moved to pinch your nipples, tongue slurping against the bud before wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing his chest against yours. He rubbed his skin against you, further stimulating your sensitive nipples.

His hands moved under the water, rubbing your clit as his mouth stayed latched onto your breast. He pushed his fingers back in, thrusting faster and harder into your pussy.

“Anton, fuck.” You moaned, feeling your hips buck towards him.

He switched between both breasts, teeth occasionally grazing your flushed nipples as he pumped his fingers into you.

“Anton, I’m so close.”

“You can cum anytime, baby.”

Your hips bucked a few more times before you felt yourself come undone. Feeling the clamp and spasm of your walls around his fingers as he stayed attached to your breasts. Pulling his fingers out, his pushed both of your breasts together, kissing and lapping his tongue against them.

“Can I put my dick in you?”

“Please.” You whine.

He got out of the pool, helping you onto the tile. Moving further from the edge, he took his shorts off, revealing his aching penis. Aligning with your entrance, he pushed all the way in. He groaned as he bottomed out as you felt every ounce of air leave your lungs. Taking a deep breath, you began sighing.

“Are you alright?”

“Anton.” You whined.

“Should I move.”

“Please.”

He pulled out before pushing back in, you could feel every vein and curve along his dick. Your head fell back as you were engulfed in pleasure, feeling him stretch you out beyond comprehension.

“Baby, we just started, are you gonna cum again.” He laughed, beginning to speed up.

You grabbed onto his arm, gasping, “I might.”

Anton continued thrusting into you, his head falling forward as he felt your pussy clench around him. His eyes were glued to where you were swallowing him up, quickly speeding up as he saw your hand move to rub your clit.

His hand moved to your stomach, adding pressure as you squeezed around him. His balls slapping against your ass as your moans grew louder. Your grip stayed tight, feeling him stretch you out amazingly as you were in ecstasy.

“Yes.” Your back arched as he continued fucking into you.

His hands moved to pinch along your nipples. Massaging your breasts as you were on cloud nine.

“Harder.” You gasped.

Anton began pumping into you, slower but stronger.

Your back continued arching as you began moaning even louder, if you weren’t so fucked out you would be afraid of someone coming.

“I’m gonna cum, Anton.”

“You’re cumming?”

“I’m gonna cum.”

You felt your walls close in as Anton held your head in place, holding eye contact as you both began cumming. His hips still moving as he filled you with cum. Slowly pulling out, Anton was quick to get something to clean you up with.

Returning to you, he gently wiped at your core. Gathering as much of your mixed cum as he could before handing you your swimsuit back.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Of course. Do you have enough energy to walk around?”

“Yeah, I just need a minute.”

Anton helped lay you out onto one of the pool chairs, catching your breath before enjoying the rest of your time there.

[with-eunseok]

when is daddy coming home

[with-eunseok]

DOOM DOOM DOOM

🎧 now playing… cupid’s girl - marina

pairing: non-idol!eunseok x fem!reader

genre: smut, light angst ( 18+ ) ── 2.7k words

you’re unsure how to name what you and eunseok have but it’s growing with each passing month you spend together in the same company - no matter how much he tries to keep his guard up in fear of the past repeating itself. until one night, you finally have the chance to prove him that love is something he shouldn’t fear any longer

✎… coworkers to lovers au (outside the office), hint of slow burn, switch!eunseok, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (m!rec), edging (m!rec), cock worship, pet names, praise (f!rec), choking (f!rec)

When is it going to be your turn?

The question you’ve asked yourself, the universe, more times than you can count.

Maybe it’s tonight a small voice whispers in your head as you watch him measure his steps to the oche.

“Let’s play.” He glances at you; a lazy smirk tugs at his lips. There’s a dart between his two fingers that waits for you to take it.

The bar is much quieter now - your coworkers left almost an hour ago, other clients are starting to head home too. You can hear your own footsteps beneath the low hum of the music as you walk towards him.

Your own lips curl next.

“You sure you want to do this again? You know I never miss.”

The unserious late night dart games somehow have become your thing. A sort of ritual that grew out of weekly after-work drinks with your team.

But there’s so much more than that - between you and Eunseok.

Tension in the office, stolen glances during meetings, flirtatious comments, flowers for your birthday, coffee and sweet pastries when you overwork yourself.

Almost kissing in the elevator; almost kissing in his car after he drives you home when it rains.

But he always pulls back. Just when he’s reached the edge of what it could be, he looks away, takes a step back or murmurs a soft sorry, returning behind the walls he’s built from his pain.

You know why because he told you the story once - about the mess of lies and manipulation his ex-partner left behind.

Of course, you don’t want to push his boundaries or pressure him in any way, but it’s so hard to keep your feelings tucked away sometimes; those urges that open up inside you… the urge to soothe him with your touch, to ease his wounds with pleasure, to pick up the broken pieces of his heart kiss by kiss.

To prove him that he can love again, and be loved.

When is it going to be your turn?

To love him, and love him the way he’s meant to be loved.

Especially in moments like this, when something’s holding him back from ending the night and he allows his gaze to linger on you for longer than it’s appropriate. When his voice softens the way it does only when he’s alone with you.

“Please,” Eunseok gestures gracefully with one hand, stepping aside so you can do the first throw. “Who doesn’t love being humiliated in public places?”

“I won’t go easy on you then.” You still manage to match his humour even as you focus on lining up the dart.

Eunseok watches you carefully with arms crossed against his chest; how you move so close to him, how your fingers roll the dart for a moment before aiming it at the board, and how you tuck your bottom lip as you concentrate - he’s seen you do this unknowingly at work too.

For some reason, here - where it’s just the two of you, - the sight makes his chest flutter with something stronger.

A quick thump snaps him out of his daze, and his eyes flicker to the dartboard.

“Not bad,” he nods impressed.

It’s not perfect, but it’s definitely a good start.

You turn to Eunseok and meet his dark eyes. They look even more captivating under the dim amber glow.

“Don’t panick.” You tease, lowering your tone almost to a whisper.

Your hand brushes against his shoulder, a delicate, yet deliberate gesture to heighten his adrenaline rush. A reminder that with you, he is safe.

Eunseok parks outside your home, and you glance over at him as you unbuckle your seatbelt. His elegant fingers twitch around the wheel as if they’re debating whether he should reach out for you or keep his guard up.

“I already can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” He says quietly, and his gaze finally shifts from the empty street, settling upon you calm and steady.

“I like being with you too.” You reply, watching the corner of his mouth slide with satisfaction.

After that, a moment of silence stretches between you, but not the uncomfortable kind. Instead it feels… like an opportunity is being offered to both of you.

“What if,” you shift one hand over his thigh, “we continue the night at my place?”

You move your gentle palm with intent, cautious not to go too further; your heartbeat thumps with anticipation as more seconds pass without a response.

The view of your bold hand awakens all the deep cravings Eunseok has been too of a coward to face, but once he looks up, you can see it - he hesitates behind the lust in his eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he slightly shakes his head, “you don’t deserve it.”

“I know,” you answer softly, hoping he will hear the reassurance in your voice; that he will feel it in the way you cup his cheek. “You won’t.” Tilting his head in your direction, you lean in. “You’re not her, Eunseok.”

The effects of your warm whispers caressing his lips are clear as you sense the sudden presence of his touch on your hip.

“You’re a good person… you just need to relax a little bit.” Your hand drops to his chest where you can feel his excited heartbeat fluttering against your palm. “Trust me.”

Few seconds pass like this - you, drawing slow patterns of comfort with your hand, Eunseok tightening fingers on the side of your body, eager to slide them under your clothes.

And then, before you can even grasp that it’s finally happening - his lips press against your own.

You can feel it, the quiet acceptance in his kiss… that this, whatever it is between you, feels real. He feels it too.

Finally, he allows himself to feel more than he thought he could.

It’s in the way his mouth moves - insatiably, without hesitation. Like he’s chasing something that could slip away any moment after he’s been looking for it all his life.

His hands move to rest beneath your jaw. The light pressure from his thumbs guide your head back as his tongue swiftly parts your lips to sneak through.

Your tongues meet, and the thrill is so strong, passionate. On the instant, electricity runs through your body, heating up your skin. A quiet hum of bliss escapes you, and upon hearing it Eunseok’s lips detach softly.

“Fuck,” he exhales, pressing his forehead against yours to stay close.

“You know you want me.”

Your words, hopeful and delicate, come out slightly coy, but Eunseok catches the subtle seductiveness dripping from them. Each letter has his pulse intensifying.

“You cannot resist, not anymore.”

“I need you…” he confesses, tracing your jawline with fingertips.

Not I want you. I need you.

Need.

The word echoes in your mind, holding so much weight. Heavy with everything he’s been trying to hold back from.

Heavy with all these months you’ve been waiting for him.

When his lips find the side of your neck the following moment, they let out a thrilling sigh of relief; he can’t remember the last time he felt this light.

The moment you step into your bedroom, your trousers are left on the ground.

Eunseok pushes you gently on the bed, hovering over you with appetite glimmering in his gaze.

On the other hand, as you do oftentimes, you watch him with heart-shaped eyes; how few strands of dark hair dangle over his face, how his adam’s apple moves when his mouth slightly opens as if to speak, but turns out it’s just a reaction of bliss to his thumb swiping your lips to study their shape and texture closely.

At once, he tugs your bottom lip, then kisses you again. This time, completely out of any restraints. He’s just about to sneak a hand under your top when you switch positions without a warning.

The shift in his expression makes you smile bashfully as you settle on his lap. He’s impressed.

“Let me.” You murmur softly, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one.

As you slowly expose more and more bits of Eunseok’s skin, the only movements you catch him make are the one of his fingers that draw shapes on the sides of your legs.

Soon enough, after he remains in a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers, you remove your top, putting him in a temporary trance.

“You’re beautiful,” he draws out the words like he’s hypnotised by what’s in front of him; as though his current state of mind slows down his train of thoughts.

His eyes take their time travelling up and down your silhouette too; wanting to explore every part of you, he’s in no rush of anything.

You like that, because you wish the same.

“And you’re handsome.” An erotic ring slips into your low voice, perfectly matching the light dominance of your hand that presses against his toned chest - a quiet signal to lay back.

Eunseok’s pleased grin softens. His bare thighs fidget once or twice when your mouth hovers over his crotch, but his gaze is steady - more than ready to see your next move.

Delicately, you slide your tongue along his bulge, not breaking eye contact even for a second.

On the instant, Eunseok tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, watching you repeat the act silently. You can almost feel it… the tension in his jaw, the saliva pooling in his mouth as you trace the outline of his boner with your pink tongue.

The constant presence of your fingers, resting on the waistband only frustrates Eunseok further, but you’re so captivating - silently flirting with your eyes, scattering open mouthed kisses at his clothed tip… he cannot find the will to utter a word that could possibly interrupt this moment.

Your eyes flicker down after you earn the first little twitch; it makes your lips stretch into a playful smile.

“Can I?”

“Yeah,” Eunseok lets out a brief chuckle before he can catch it.

Your attentiveness, even after both of you acknowledge the wet spot forming, is honestly endearing.

He shifts to rest on his elbows, swallowing at the tempting sight of your mouth.

You continue teasing him - exposing nothing more than the flushed head of his cock. Blowing on it and smiling when you catch him suppressing a grunt. Twirling the tip of your tongue around it and peering into his eyes so he can see all the naughty thoughts reflected into the glimmer of yours. Attaching your soft lips for a tender kiss and sucking with a blissful hum - that gentle contact is the one to pull out the very first moan from him.

This isn’t the only kiss you end up giving his shiny tip.

Both of you humm and sigh in delight just seconds apart as you keep sucking passionately. You, because of his masculine taste, and he - from the sensation of your glossy lips hugging tight and releasing more of your spit when you ease them.

“Want to hear me beg or something?” He finally speaks up after a moment of admiring you. His voice is dropping lower the more his arousal heightens, and the more his arousal heightens the thinner his patience gets. “Is that it?”

You see his smirk stretching, slightly playful, slightly daring.

“I want you to relax.” You simply say, finally freeing him from his underwear. “You don’t need to do anything, not tonight.”

The truth is, Eunseok has been craving you for so long that if you ask him to beg - something he hasn’t done for anything or anyone in his entire life… he would.

But you don’t say anything more. Silently, you take him in your mouth and his head falls back; a long exhale of relief escapes his parted lips.

You don’t just suck his cock up and down, you worship it.

Your warm mouth soaks him wet, your soft lips applying the perfect amount of pressure as they keep dragging along his length, stretching further in order to adjust around his size.

You maintain the steady pace you picked up for a while; caressing what you can’t fit into your mouth with gentle fingers, finding pleasure in the gradual change of his breathing, in the way he starts to let out the groans building in his throat instead of swallowing them.

“Fuck—“ Eunseok reaches out to stroke the top of your head. “Just like that, you’re amazing.”

The pleasure is clouding his vision, but he can’t look away. He studies the movements of your seductive mouth, of your hands, and the way you close your eyes before you force yourself lower.

Seeing you aim to invite more of him between your hollowed cheeks, Eunseok’s hips slowly move up, helping you out by pushing the rest of his cock. His palm on your skull presses slightly, not too much, but enough for you to gag a moment later.

He groans at the thrilling vibrations, long and intensely, before you retrieve to catch your breath.

“Good girl,” he whispers, sitting up.

Before you have time to acknowledge it, his one hand is tilting your head back by grabbing your face, and his lips - breaking the string of spit hanging from your chin. His other one sneaks into your panties immediately making you whimper at how effortlessly he slips two of his slender fingers into your leaking entrance.

“What were you saying…” he mutters thoughtfully against your shiny lips, still just a breath away as he keeps his grip on your jaw, “I don’t need to do anything?”

There’s a hint of amusement dripping from his quiet voice that has your eyes flickering to his mouth, but the warmth inside you starts flowing in much stronger waves, distracting you completely. Following the rhythm of his experienced touch - of his fingers gliding with ease in your pool of arousal, pumping deeply, - the rush wraps your mind into a fog, and you close arms around his shoulders.

“You sure about that?” The corners of his mouth twitch slyly. Then, his lips part at the enticing sound of your rising moans as if he can invite them on his tongue to taste them. “You’re fuckin’ dripping for me, I think I should be the one taking care of you, hm?”

“Eunseok,” you mewl, swaying hips in the rhythm of his hand while he buries face in the side of your warm neck; his teeth graze your skin as he nibbles, toying with your sensitive spot, hungrily rather than teasing.

“I know, honey, I know…” he drags his lips to your earlob meanwhile his hand on your face drops around your throat.

As he continues to speak, his voice turns huskier, heavier with more demand. It doesn’t sound like he’s going to take care of you.

It sounds like he’s going to make you fall apart.

“How am I supposed to just lay back and not do anything about this mess?”

His palm brushes against your clit as your pussy walls squeeze onto his digits like they don’t want to let go. The squelching noise doubles beneath you.

“Fuck me, please,” you breathe out, unable to bare the urge to feel him any longer.

Your nails dig into his back as another sign of pleading. And that’s more than enough for Eunseok.

He empties your pussy, then pushes you on your back; your head’s right at the edge of the mattress, woozy from excitement and lust.

The euphoria is already buzzing through your body as he positions your legs over his shoulders, locking eyes with you as he inserts himself slowly but smoothly.

He doesn’t want to miss out on the way your gaze goes glossy at the exciting stretch, on the way you stop breathing.

After he rests his body weight on top of you, his strong hips start moving and the rush intoxicates your system ike a drug; it soakes into your bones, making you wonder how you’ve managed to live without something that feels so good, so striking.

‘been waiting for this, he chants at your ear, making your brain fuzzy, been wanting you so bad, finally you’re in my hands…

And you relish the sound of his words; the emotion he awakes in you with each next thrust, with every single kiss and brush of his fingers. They all grow more persistent, slightly rougher as the minutes pass by. The grip around your neck as your head slightly hangs from the bed tightens too.

All of those separate sensations blend together perfectly, bringing you to a climax without a problem.

Because there’s something that just works between you.

You take care of him with quiet tenderness - gentle hands, featherlight touches, a soft kind of healing he doesn’t know how to ask for.

And he takes care of you in his own way - with slight intensity, touching you like he wants to leave a deep mark. Consuming.

Somehow, like that, you create balance. A rhythm you don’t want any other way.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

♡ taglist: @jaellymint

a.note ! thank you for reading till the end!! hope you enjoyed the story, and if you did, i hope you enjoyed the sprinkled lyrics of marina’s song cupid’s girl too as the plot was inspired by them <3

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the eunseok-marina-inspired fic is coming very soon guys <3

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tags: bf!shotaro x fem!reader, voice kink, fingering, dacryphilia | 18+

bf!shotaro who loves your moans; small, quick, demanding, pornographic, deep, whiny, soft, rough, cracking at the edges, rising high and slipping through the walls, - he loves them all. he wishes he could materialise the sounds and taste them on his tongue.

“keep moaning for me, baby,” he mutters at your ear; the way he draws out the words with a hint of rasp hints at how much arousal you’ve built inside him just by letting your voice flow freely in his bedroom. he could never shush you, cover your mouth or press your face into a pillow (though he likes the sight of you shoved down like that). he doesn’t care if you get too loud or if someone hears…

in fact, sometimes when you get euphoric, he moans along with you and matches his voice with yours. he often does this when he provides you relief with his fingers. he curls them at the right angle, pumps them deep and once your peak is near, causing sparkling tears in your eyes, he moans - long and intensely. almost as a way to praise you or simply because seeing you cum around his fingers while he’s fully clothed and untouched, brings him enough satisfaction to do so.

a.note ! been thinking about this

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im sorry i had to share this bc WHAT is happening

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non sexual dominance with eunseok

CW: ddlg undertones,daddy kink,slightly toxic (?) idk

he’s always bending down to tie your sneakers,tying a cute knotted bow and going “there we go,don’t want my baby tripping”

same goes with carrying you home bridal style whenever your heels hurt you

OR whenever you get too drunk and don’t know how to act,he’s throwing you over his shoulder even if you protest

cutting up your food and feeding you,always saying “open” in his silky voice

ordering for you in restaurants,sometimes even when you haven’t decided,it’s a way for him to show you that he knows you (and also that he’s in charge here)

outfit inspections whenever you’re going out,especially with his friends

if he thinks a skirt or dress is too short but you insist on wearing it,he’s behind you the whole night,hand on your lower back,occasionally pulling down your skirt

taking over whatever task you’re doing because “you don’t know how to do it”

whenever you’re hanging out with other people and you’re not near him,he tilts his head towards his lap,silently signaling you to come sit down

or sometimes he would just call out your name in front of everyone saying “come here” while patting his lap

to be honest,he has no shame being affectionate in public and showing everyone that he’s in charge

makes you call him daddy or sir no matter what,in public or in front of his friends,he doesn’t care

sometimes he’d just push his thumb in your mouth in front of everyone,eyes watching in amusement as you suck on his finger. he’d have no problem telling you “good girl”

would firmly tell you “stop doing that” if you start acting up,whether it be with him or someone else he’s always there to put you in your place

imagine you’re bickering with let’s say wonbin and you say something he doesn’t like so eunseok is just like “don’t say that”,his eyes dark,and wonbin doesn’t know if he should leave you two alone

or would take your drink away if you’ve had way too many,saying “that’s enough for you doll” “yes daddy”

lightly slaps you on your face sometimes whenever you respond with daddy or just to tease you,but it’s also another way to show dominance

if you’re doing something together (chores for example) he’s always navigating,saying things like “okay now do this” “go do that” “put that there”

eunseok just loves being in charge and seeing you submit to him so easily

if you’re acting bratty or being petty he would firmly grab your chin

especially if you’re averting his gaze after he gives you a talking,he’d grab your chin and say “look at me when i’m speaking to you”

puts you in time out sometimes during fights HEHE

putting his hands on his hips,he’d just sigh “go to your room”

non sexual punishments where he would withhold affection for the whole day,only ordering you around for basic things

“you’re coming with me to the store” “we’re cooking dinner” and you just want to kiss him and hug him but he dodges every attempt telling you that if you keep going like this he’s just going to extend the run time

also loooves showing off how obedient you can be,he doesn’t even have to touch you,just needs his assertive voice and you’re doing whatever he tells you to

he needs to be in charge 24/7 no exceptions

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something about the hair tie on seunghan's wrist... when he sees you on the sofa in the evening, it's clear to him from your short responses and tired eyes that you've had a long day :( but he knows the perfect way to make you feel better!! he drops to his knees in front of you, asking what happened and letting you rant while he ties his hair back. he rubs your thighs soothingly while he sits between your legs and looks up at you with a soft smile as he listens, hair neatly out of the way because he's not leaving until you've made a mess on his face ♡

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You spot Wonbin outside the lecture hall, same as always, a lone figure shrouded in cigarette smoke. His pale skin catches the dim glow of the streetlamp, black hair falling into those wide, haunted eyes. He’s always alone, sitting on the low wall, exhaling clouds of despair. In class, he’s a ghost in the back row, head bowed, silent as the world moves around him. His loneliness is a quiet scream, but you don’t care to listen. He’s just there, a fixture you can’t ignore—slim, brooding, your type in a way that sparks something shallow and selfish in you.

One night, restless and craving a thrill, you decide to pull him into your orbit. “Party tonight. Be my plus-one,” you say, voice clipped, catching him mid-drag. His eyes flicker with surprise, maybe hope, but you’re already walking away. At the party, he’s out of place, clutching a drink like a lifeline. You talk, and he opens up—soft-spoken stories about music, his small hometown, how college feels like a void. He’s cooler than you expected, but it doesn’t matter. You’re not here for his soul. When you kiss him on the couch, it’s calculated, your lips claiming his with practiced ease. He kisses back like it’s salvation, hands shaking, heart exposed.

You take him to your apartment, and the sex is raw, intense. You ride him, his inexperience obvious in every hesitant touch, every gasped breath. He’s a virgin, you realize, his desperation to please you almost pathetic. When he comes, it’s with a broken moan, eyes locked on yours, like you’re his entire world. To him, this is everything—his first taste of intimacy, a moment he’ll carry forever. To you, it’s nothing, just another notch, a fleeting high.

The next day, his texts start. “Last night was amazing,” he writes, words dripping with vulnerability. You don’t reply. His calls pile up, voicemails trembling with need. “Can we talk? Please?” You delete them, annoyed. In class, he stares, eyes raw with longing, but you turn away, cold as stone. He starts trailing you—outside your dorm, near the library, a shadow begging for a scrap of your attention. “I just want to see you,” he says once, voice cracking. You roll your eyes, words sharp. “Stop following me, Wonbin. It was just sex.” His face collapses, but you walk away, untouched.

He keeps trying, texting poems, leaving notes under your door. “You’re all I think about,” one says. You crumple it, unbothered. His calls dwindle, but the pain in his eyes grows—sunken, hollow, like he’s fading. Once, you catch him outside, cigarette trembling in his hand, staring at the ground. He looks broken, a boy who gave you his heart only to watch you discard it. You used him, took his first everything, and left him chasing a love you’ll never give. To you, he’s nothing. To him, you’re the wound he’ll never stop bleeding.

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would anyone like to send in some hard thoughts / requests for little drabbles while i’m busy this weekend?

i’d love to have fun stuff to get back to ♡

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words cannot describe how much i’m loving the odyssey concept photos…

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DOOM DOOM DOOM: sneak peek

pairing: non-idol!eunseok x fem!reader

genre: smut, light angst ( 18+ )

you’re unsure how to name what you and eunseok have but it’s growing with each passing month you spend together in the same company - no matter how much he tries to keep his guard up in fear of the past repeating itself. until one night, you finally have the chance to prove him that love is something he shouldn’t fear any longer

✎… coworkers au (outside the office), light angst w/ happy ending, switch!eunseok, and more to come || ♡ based on cupid’s girl by marina

preview word count — 0.3 || FULL STORY IS UP! READ HERE

a.note ! decided to leave a little preview on what i’m in the middle of writing for eunseok in case anyone’s curious :3 i love giving sneak peeks, they keep me excited!

When is it going to be your turn?

The question you’ve asked yourself, the universe, more times than you can count.

Maybe it’s tonight a small voice whispers in your head as you watch him measuring his steps to the oche.

“Let’s play.” He glances at you as a lazy smirk tugs at his lips; a dart between his two fingers waits for you to take it.

The bar is much quieter now - your coworkers left almost an hour ago, other clients are starting to head home too. You can hear your own footsteps beneath the low hum of the music as you walk towards him.

Your own lips curl next.

“You sure you want to do this again? You know I never miss.”

The unserious late night dart games somehow have become your thing. A sort of ritual that grew out of weekly after-work drinks with your team.

But there’s so much more than that - between you and Eunseok.

Tension in the office, stolen glances during meetings, flirtatious comments, flowers for your birthday, coffee and sweet pastries when you overwork yourself.

Almost kissing in the elevator; almost kissing in his car after he drives you home when it rains.

But he always pulls back. Just when he’s reached the edge of what it could be, he looks away, takes a step back or murmurs a soft sorry, returning behind the walls he’s built from his pain.

You know why because he told you the story once - about the mess of lies and manipulation his ex-partner left behind.

Of course, you don’t want to push his boundaries or pressure him in any way, but it’s so hard to keep your feelings tucked away sometimes; those urges that open up inside you… the urge to soothe him with your touch, to ease his wounds with pleasure, to pick up the broken pieces of his heart kiss by kiss.

To prove him that he can love again, and be loved.

When is it going to be your turn?

To love him, and love him the way he’s meant to be loved.

… to be continued

a.note !! don’t hesitate to comment or send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged when the story is up so you don’t miss out 🫰🏼