Another one for the long-term relationship— ultimate boyfriend—husband—partner—father Johnny cinematic universe 🙂↕️
This is basically porn w/ no plot. Happy Valentine’s Day! 💘💌❤️🔥
WC: <2K
Warnings: vibrator usage, squirting, dirty talk. Johnny and y/n are very comfortable with each other sexually.
*Feel free to read these but not mandatory:*
Nighttime routine
The one before the big three-oh
Forever home
Dad John™️ series (masterlist)
MDNI.
February 14th: the day of romance, chocolates, and dirty, sinful, nasty pleasure.
You’d think being with the same person for so many years would eventually get stale and mundane. Maybe that was the fate of some unfortunate couples, but it seemed as though you and Johnny were only growing more fond of each other as time passed.
The two of you had fostered a healthy and stable relationship built on trust, kindness, and authenticity. You had a partner who held your heart and vulnerabilities close to him like a chain wrapped around an anchor. He couldn’t bear to take your trust in him for granted, and he made that clear through his actions. Feeling the security of those many layers of trust is what made you let loose and expand your mind with him.
It’s not like you guys had a secret sex dungeon hidden in your basement or anything, (although something tells you that Johnny wouldn’t be completely opposed to that renovation project) but it never felt weird to request certain activities in the bedroom. Johnny would never turn his nose up at any of your suggestions, and you were always up to try almost anything once. Plus, being naturally creative people meant that you were pretty boundless.
It started with you asking him to be a little rougher with you sometimes, maybe pull your hair a little harder and wrap his hand around your throat a teeny bit more snugly. After seeing this new side of you, this unabashed pleasure, Johnny felt more comfortable letting out some fantasies of his own.
Ever the film and photography lover, he suggested you two make a movie of your own, right on his MacBook Pro webcam. “We can pretend we’re cam stars. Imagine a bunch of pathetic fucks tugging on their cocks watching the most beautiful woman in the world get absolutely wrecked. They’d fucking love you, baby. What do you think about that?”
There wasn’t much to think about because you were already taking your top off and laying back on the bed waiting for him to set up the perfect shot. That little rendezvous naturally led to more role-play scenarios, as well as fun little costumes, which was always a fun time.
Needless to say, you and Johnny were more than comfortable with one another. That’s how you found yourself in this predicament: wrists restrained to your California king bed in pink silky ties and your legs splayed open, stocking-covered toes clenching into the mattress looking for something, anything to ground you.
And that stupid fucking vibrator glued to your clit making you feel way too good.
“Ahhhhhhh fuck baby,” you threw your head back against the plush pillow and rode out your fourth orgasm of the evening. High-pitched sounds of ecstasy bounced off the walls, along with the steady hum of the mighty vibrator that was working between your legs, courtesy of your man’s strong hand.
Johnny leered over your shaking body, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Hearing you come undone was easily his favorite sound in the world. He could listen to it on repeat for hours, which was why he was engaging in this act in the first place. He figured making you cry out in pleasure with a vibrator on your pretty little clit was the greatest cherry on top of a beautiful day like today. Or maybe he just wanted to see you like this for his own selfish reasons. Who knows.
He played it cool the whole day, starting with waking you up with a gorgeous flower arrangement and your favorite donuts. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and wished you a happy Valentine’s Day.
Then, before giving you a few hours of peace and space to get ready for dinner, he left you a cute gift basket filled with two new perfumes you’d been dying to try, your favorite candies, a set of Sanrio-themed sheet masks, and the most darling lingerie set you’d ever laid eyes upon.
Baby pink, so soft that it could easily be mistaken for white. The bra top had intricate lace straps, and the bottoms had a flattering cut that would surely accentuate your hips and ass. The set was complete with a matching garter belt and knee-high stockings. You couldn’t wait to start your shower routine so that you could get ready and try this beauty on.
Tucked into the basket was a note from Johnny. It was simple, but still conveyed so much:
You're my everything. I want to spend a million Valentine's Days with you. I hope these treats put a smile on your face, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see that little number on you tonight. Happy Valentine’s Day.
With all my love,
John
Later in the evening during your romantic dinner at the swanky steakhouse downtown, Johnny slipped a signature blue jewelry box out of his pocket and presented the most gorgeous tennis bracelet to you. It was so beautiful that you started tearing up, mouth agape at the stunning jewelry and the romantic gesture. He placed the dazzling bracelet onto your wrist and you held it up into the light, completely mesmerized and giddy.
It was your reactions to his efforts that made him adore you even more. He would quite literally do anything for you, but to have you be so receptive and appreciative of him is an added incentive for him to keep making you react like this.
Which is why he was sat at the dinner table highly anticipating your reaction to his last little gift of the evening. One that you’d only see in the four walls of your bedroom, away from the rest of the world. You’d find out about that later though. For now, he hid his mischief behind a large gulp of wine…
Finally, you two were back at the house. Temptation and suspense lingered in the air. The culmination of this holiday finally led to this moment. The moment.
Johnny, calm and suave as always, guided you gently by the small of your back upstairs to your shared bedroom. Cabernet and lustful anticipation swirled in your chest, knowing that the night was just about to get started.
And now, as the fire in your belly reignites and your moans get more obscene, you were positive that sex with Johnny Suh would never ever be stale, nor mundane. Suddenly, you were getting sent over the edge by that pink death machine yet again.
“Good job sweetheart, that was your fifth one. Can you give me one more?” You nodded your head weakly, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. You took a small sigh of relief when Johnny removed the vibrator for a few moments, thankful for the break from this delicious torture.
“You’re making such a mess,” he halfheartedly chastised, saying your name in a way that made you drip even more. You whined when he ran his large hand up your thigh, suddenly missing the buzzing sensation of the wand.
“So eager…even after all that,” Johnny chuckled. He was teasing you, yes, but he was also pretty impressed by your stamina. His little slut. He loved you so much.
You let out a soft moan when he placed the vibrator back onto you. At this point, your orgasms were happening in quick succession, so it was just a matter of time before you were on the brink of cumming again. This time, however, you felt an even stronger sensation in the depths of your belly.
Johnny palmed himself through his dress pants with his free hand, relishing in your sweet, soft pants. He liked the way your hands were periodically searching for something to cling onto despite being trapped by the confines of the ties. You were so close to the tipping point.
What he didn’t expect, though was delighted to see, was a large burst of liquid shoot out of you and onto the sheets. The scream that escaped your throat sounded foreign to your ears. That was the orgasm that sent you directly to another realm.
You didn’t even notice Johnny turning off the vibrator and setting it aside until you felt him untie your wrists with quick precision and capture your lips in a kiss full of love and gratitude. His sudden kiss was mostly for allowing him to have this side of you just for himself. And also because you are just so goddamn intoxicating.
“I think…you just killed me…and then brought me…back to life again… “ you babbled in between kisses. Johnny threw his head back in complete amusement and leaned back down toward you. He placed gentle kisses on your wrists, though you were in no pain at all thanks to the silky ties not being too tight. He took a moment to marvel at the tennis bracelet wrapped around your pretty little wrist. It look absolutely ravishing on you, he mused.
“Hands and knees, baby,” Johnny ordered softly.
However, the ask was useless because he was already maneuvering your body into the position he wanted you in most.
pairing: perverted bsf! wooyoung x fem! reader feat. a comatose mingi (he’s asleep on the bed lmao…or is he…)
summary: wooyoung is more than willing to hold you when you’re afraid during your horror movie marathon, and even more willing to help distract you like a good friend does.
wc: 1.4k
warnings: perverted dom! wooyoung, subby innocent! reader, bro is convincing and manipulative okay, cnc/dubcon-ish vibes (if that’s not your thing feel free to skip!!), coercion/corruption, exhibitionism (all of the following is done right next to mingi), brief kissing, groping, fingering, initial orgasm denial,, tit play + spit, rough unprotected sex, creampie, this is a wild one idkidkkkkk
a/n: wooyo has been haunting my brain lately so i had no choice but to write this >~< i hope you enjoy <33
song rec: if you think i’m pretty - artemas
“I told you not to put this movie on, Woo. It’s way too scary,” you complained whinily into your best friend’s shoulder, shielding your eyes from the suspenseful scene playing out on the laptop sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Mingi was the one who wanted to watch it, you know,” Wooyoung chided, causally wrapping his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your bare arm up and down in a comforting manner.
“Well, Mingi’s passed out.” Pouting, you pointed to your other friend that was curled up underneath the comforter beside you, his eyes shut. “He’s not even watching, so what’s the point?”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be a pussy.” His cold fingers made their way down to your waist to squeeze at it, making you jump from the sudden contact. “Oh, I see….Do you think the monster’s gonna get ya?”
“Shut up, Wooyoung!” you whisper-shouted, as to not wake up Mingi. You pushed on his chest, feeling his heart beat quickly against your hand. Was it racing like yours was? And, when did he get so close to you? His hand was already running up and down the bare skin of your thigh, causing your thin shorts to ride up more and more, but you didn’t have the nerve to confront him about it. Your pout grew. “I’m really scared, okay?”
“Oh, you poor baby,” Wooyoung cooed softly into your ear, his words laced with faux pity, his sharpened gaze focused solely on your blushing face. “Do you want me to help you, Y/N? Distract you from the scary movie?”
“Y-yes, please…”
You didn’t know what you were getting into, but you trusted that Wooyoung had your best interest in mind. It was then that he gently coaxed you further into his arms, lying comfortably against him as you faced the laptop screen once again. Goosebumps began to spread across your limbs from underneath the warm comforter, but it wasn’t from the frightening movie — it was from Wooyoung’s hand slipping underneath your shorts, his slender fingers rubbing at your pulsing cunt through your panties.
“W-Wooyoung…” you croaked weakly, your face and body growing so hot, you could pass out. Friends didn’t do this sort of thing, did they?
“Shhhh, baby, just look at the screen…yeah, just like that…” he sighed softly, his warm breath fanning over your neck, now concentrating on the way your tank top clung to your softness of your tits, how your nipples grew hard enough to poke through the thin material, groaning when he found your clit through your panties, rubbing at it in slow, small circles.
“B-but we’re friends, Woo…” You made a sad attempt at pushing his hand away, the moral debate you were having internally slowly fizzling away the longer Wooyoung touched you.
“Isn’t this what friends are for?” Wooyoung persisted, pulling your panties to the side just in time for his fingers to dip in between your soaked folds. “And, fuck, you’re so wet right now, Y/N. It feels good, doesn’t it? What’s so wrong with that, baby?”
“But, nnngh…Mingi’s right next to us…” You began to melt into Wooyoung’s arms and the soft mattress below you, unable to resist spreading your legs out for him, your thigh even resting against Mingi’s, not noticing when it shifted just as two of Wooyoung’s digits slipped inside you.
Licking at his lips, Wooyoung then pressed them onto your cheek, egging you on in a low voice, “Then, tell me to stop, baby.” He began to fuck his fingers into you at a fast pace, your walls clenching around them. “Right now. Say it.” Now, he was relentlessly rubbing his thumb into your clit with his free hand, still working your cunt, hooking his digits against the spot that made you spasm, your body growing warmer and heavier. When you pouted up at him and whined, he simply mirrored your helpless expression. “What’s the matter, baby? Hm?”
“Oh– fuck, right there…” you moaned out, not even attempting to look at the laptop screen in front of you, instead solely focused on your best friend beside you, so desperate to cum, you began to roll your hips down every time his fingers plunged into you.
“Yeah? You’re feeling really good now, aren’t you, Y/N? Now that you’re nice and full? Just look at you, baby…You can’t help but fuck yourself dumb on my fingers, huh?” Wooyoung looked like the monster from the movie now, eyes full of hunger, like he was ready to eat you up.
“Uh-huh, uh-huhhh…” Just as your sounds of pleasure began to crescendo, your mind growing cloudier by the second, pulling at the sheets below you because you were right there, Wooyoung ceased his movement completely, leaving you high and dry. “No, please, don’t stop, please…!”
Wooyoung gave you a look of indifference, much like a cat that suddenly wasn’t interested in playtime anymore. “Show me your tits. Maybe then I’ll make you cum.”
Desperate for your best friend’s attention and touch, you slowly rolled your tank top up until your tits spilled out, tears pricking at your eyes. How did you get here? Why did Wooyoung’s deliciously dark gaze successfully distract you from the paralyzing shame you felt? Or is that what made you wet? The way you were slutting yourself out for your best friend while the other was sleeping right next to you? “Please make me cum, Y-Youngie…”
“Fuck, you’re so cute, come here.” Now, Wooyoung was on top of you, leaving as much of his saliva on your tits as possible, squeezing one when he was noisily sucking on the other, his dilated eyes never leaving your teary ones. “Can I fuck you, Y/N? I’ll make you cum, I promise…I need to be inside you, baby, please, you’re so fucking hot…” Desperate for release, Wooyoung lowered his sweatpants until his heavy cock dropped onto your bare cunt, rubbing himself along it, making your mind grow that much more empty. “Just the tip, okay? That’s okay, yeah?”
Before you knew it, you were nodding, and just like that, he was inside you, your best friend, using you like a cocksleeve. Wooyoung was ramming his cock into your cunt like he was trying to knock you up. “That’s a good slut, fuckkk, taking me so well…” You tried to moan, to speak, to say anything, but you couldn’t, not with the way his tongue suddenly went down your throat.
All you could do was cling onto Wooyoung, your nails digging into his skin when it felt like the tip of his cock was pounding into your cervix, almost growing dizzy. When you heard your best friend groaning about how he was getting ready to fuck you full of his cum, you gasped, unable to talk, short, broken moans being punched out of you each time Wooyoung slammed himself into you, your thighs hooking around his waist once his hot load began to pour into you. It was then that you turned your head just in time to realize Mingi was watching you intently, his plush lips parted just enough to let drool slip past, catching onto the way that something was moving rapidly underneath the comforter somewhere near his abdomen.
“Told you she would put out, didn’t I, Min?” Wooyoung mused smugly, fucking you through the orgasm that tore through your used body, using your bruised hips like handlebars as he did so.
“You were so right, Woo, so, so right,” Mingi sighed out, tossing his head back into the pillow behind him, leaving a few watery cumshots on the inside of your comforter and his hand.
You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or to cum again, instead just trying to catch your breath, hiding your face underneath one of your wrists, at least until Wooyoung pulled it down and made you look at the both of them.
“You’ll let Mingi have a turn, won’t you, Y/N? It’s only fair, right?”
Mingi nodded in agreement, before leaning in, licking across his teeth. “Having my cock inside your little used cunt next will make another good ‘distraction’, don’t you think?”
Even though the credits were rolling on the laptop behind them, the monsters hadn’t left. They were right there in front of you, waiting for your permission to ravage you. You couldn’t help but nod. They were your best friends, after all.
warnings: virgin!jisung, praising, kissing, overstimulation, dry humping, handjob, crying, jisung cums in his pants.
requests: open!
A/N: this is based on a reddit post i saw on twitter and i thought it SCREAMMED jisung. I put my own lil twist to it tho🫶🏾 hope you guys enjoy! feedback highly appreciated :)
“fuck— s-shit!” you pulled back from your boyfriend's lips scanning his face for any type of discomfort.
“ji? what’s wrong—“ jisung froze and so did you. you looked down at his lap seeing a clear visible stain over his sweatpants. he tried his best to cover his lap with his hands giggling when he kept apologizing to you repeatedly.
“baby it’s okay” jisung knew you didn’t care about him cumming in his pants but he did. It was embarrassing. and he would much rather not have his sweatpants be sticky every time you two kissed. you and jisung have been dating a little over a year now and you’ve only had heavy makeout sessions. jisung was a virgin and wanted to wait which you respected but every time you two made out he felt his urges were growing stronger. even feeling the need to finally masturbate for the first time but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet.
you could kiss him for five seconds and he’s pulling back trying to calm himself down not wanting to cum. If you squeezed his thigh or got a little handsy he would stop you before continuing to get his heart rate to slow down. jisung didn’t understand why you didn’t freak out over him cumming in his pants but you honestly found it cute and it gave you a bit of a confidence boost.
It’s been almost a month since you last made out with jisung and you were starting to miss it. jisung was avoiding another makeout sesh too scared he’ll cum in his pants again. he avoided any type of long kisses from you, always feeling his cock get rock hard when your lips begin to linger a little too long. jisung was proud of himself for keeping his cool for a month hoping the next time the two of you made out it won’t leave his pants sticky.
jisung arrived at your apartment with flowers in his hands and a smile on his face. excited to take you on a date after not seeing you for a while.
“baby?” he called, walking in your apartment “in here!” you shouted back from your bedroom bathroom.
jisung smiled once again hearing your voice as he made his way to your bedroom mouth going completely dry he saw you step out the bathroom. your black long dress hugged your body in all the right places. you smelt like his favorite perfume and you had on the promise ring he got you a while back.
“you look beautiful” jisung breathed out, handing you the roses. “thank you baby” you cooed quickly pecking his lips. jisung kissed you again this time deepening the kiss catching you by surprise making you drop the flowers. he pushed you back on the bed hovering over you. you wrapped your arms tightly around jisung’s neck while your plush lips move in sync against his.
jisung could already feel himself getting hard humping against your leg to get some type of friction. you moaned at the contact, his hard cock pressing in between your legs rubbing against your clit.
“gonna cum gonna cum” jisung chanted out between kisses, his hips stuttering as he came staining his black jeans.
“please” he panted. “touch me please” jisung was already pulling his still hard cock out his pants before you could even say anything. his cock red and dripping in his cum.
you slowly started pumping his cock in your hand jisung closing his eyes at the touch. whimpering at the overstimulation.
“does it feel good ji?” you asked kissing at his neck jisung letting out another whimper “y-yes”
you felt your panties sticking to your cunt as you got jisung off. his whines of your name and the way he bucked his hips in your fist turned you on so much.
“baby— i’m close again” jisung's voice cracked as he rested his head on your chest, his second orgasm approaching quickly. you felt a tear fall onto your shoulder looking at jisung. his sweet moans started to turn into small sobs.
“i’m gonna fucking cum” he cried out ropes of cum hitting your dress watching jisung legs shake as he comes down from his high. still letting out small sobs from the overstimulation.
“oh ji” you cooed, pushing his now sweaty hair out his face. “you did so good baby so good” leaving a kiss on his forehead.
jisung kissed your lips again, biting at your bottom lip. he pulled back scanning your face
they say the devil is a diminutive red man with a pitchfork, but that's not true. he's the eloquent charmer, the smooth talker who knows precisely how to infiltrate your psyche. he's the man with the handsome visage, the man with the enigmatic steel eyes that you could never quite decipher. the man with the scar on his lip that narrated a tale he'd never disclose, the man with the name toji zenin.
the evening he’d staggered through the wooden door, with nothing but the tattered clothes on his back, you knew he was trouble. you’d been perched on the plush, toffee-colored sofa, legs folded delicately underneath your strawberry-patterned dress, which complemented your sun-kissed skin. the room was dimly lit by the flickering light of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
it startled you to see this burly man with a rugged appearance and piercing eyes bursting into your cozy home. toji zenin was a formidable presence, his tall frame cloaked in clothes that clung to his muscular build, hinting at the strength beneath. his hair was dark and unruly, framing a face that bore the weathered marks of a hard life. a scar ran across his lip, adding to the air of danger that surrounded him. his steel-gray eyes were cold and calculating, and when his gaze locked onto yours, it felt as though he could see right through you. the intensity of his stare sent a shiver down your spine, making your skin crawl with goosebumps.
you had prepared to scream, your heart pounding in your chest, until your father appeared behind him, his familiar, reassuring figure bringing a semblance of calm. “this is toji, darling… he’s going to be doing some work around the farm. just for a while.” your father's voice was steady, yet you couldn't shake off the unease that lingered in the air.
your father’s words hung in the air, but your eyes remained fixed on toji. you could see the weariness in his stance, the way his shoulders slumped slightly as if carrying an invisible weight. his hands were rough and calloused, evidence of a life filled with hard labor. the flickering firelight accentuated the sharp angles of his face, casting shadows that made his expression even more inscrutable.
toji took a step forward, his boots making a soft thud against the wooden floor. the sound seemed to echo in the silent room, amplifying the tension. his gaze never wavered from you, and you felt a strange mix of fear and curiosity. there was something about him that was undeniably magnetic, despite the unease he stirred within you.
as he moved closer, you noticed the faint scent of earth and sweat clinging to him, a testament to his journey. he finally broke his gaze, glancing around the room before looking back at your father. “thank you for taking me in,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, yet carrying a hint of gratitude.
your father nodded, placing a reassuring hand on toji’s shoulder. “let’s get you settled in,” he said, guiding him towards the back of the house. you watched them disappear down the hallway, the sense of foreboding still lingering. you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of trouble toji zenin had brought with him, and how it would change the quiet life you’d known on the farm.
two weeks had passed since toji zenin stepped through that intricately carved door, and things on the farm had shifted in ways you never expected. he’d settled into the routine of hard work, but there was something about him that still set your nerves on edge. the way he moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, the way he spoke just enough to keep you guessing—it all felt like he was hiding something.
you’d caught him a few times, deep in conversation with shady-looking visitors who pulled up in sleek cars that didn’t quite match the rustic charm of the farm. their hushed tones and furtive glances made your heart race. it was hard not to suspect that toji was tangled up in something dangerous, maybe even the mafia. the thought sent chills down your spine, but you couldn’t deny the intrigue he held over you.
one afternoon, you found yourself lingering by the barn, pretending to organize tools as you watched him work. his muscles flexed under the sun, glistening with sweat, and for a moment, you forgot your suspicions. but then you noticed the way he’d occasionally look over his shoulder, as if expecting someone. it was a small detail, but it made your stomach twist.
“hey,” he called out, breaking your thoughts. “you need help with that?” his voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it that made you wary. you hesitated, weighing your options. could you really trust him? or was he just a charming facade hiding something darker?
you hesitated for a moment, then decided to play it cool. “sure, if you don’t mind,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. you handed him a rake, your fingers brushing against his. the contact sent a jolt through you, but you quickly pulled your hand back, hoping he didn’t notice.
toji took the rake and started working beside you, his movements fluid and efficient. he was shirtless, his toned muscles glistening under the sun. his light blue levi jeans hung low on his hips, and his black boots kicked up dust with every step. his hair was matted with sweat, and he occasionally wiped his hands on a damp cloth he kept tucked in his pocket. “you’ve been watching me,” he said casually, not looking up. it wasn’t a question, more like a statement of fact.
your heart skipped a beat. “just making sure you’re doing it right,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. but the way his lips curved into a faint smirk told you he wasn’t buying it.
“is that so?” he murmured, his eyes finally meeting yours. there was a glint in them, something that made your pulse quicken. “or are you wondering why someone like me ended up on a farm like this?”
you swallowed hard, caught off guard by his directness. “maybe a little of both,” you admitted, deciding there was no point in lying. “you don’t exactly fit the typical farmhand profile.” toji chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “life’s full of surprises,” he said cryptically. “sometimes, you end up in places you never expected.”
you wanted to press him for more, to dig into his past and uncover the truth. but before you could say anything, he straightened up, wiping sweat from his brow. “let’s finish up here,” he said, his tone signaling the end of the conversation. as you worked side by side, you couldn’t shake the feeling that toji zenin was a puzzle you were desperate to solve, even if it meant uncovering secrets that could change everything.
now toji would be lying if he said he hadn’t found interest in the farmer’s daughter. how could he not? pretty dresses, and an even prettier face. your eyes sparkled with curiosity and mischief, and every time you laughed, it was like a melody that stuck with him long after. despite his rough exterior and the secrets he carried, he couldn't help but be drawn to your warmth and genuine spirit.
he noticed the way you moved with grace, even when doing the simplest tasks around the farm. your hair, always perfectly styled, framed your face in a way that made you look like you belonged in a different world, far from the dirt and toil of the fields. you had a way of making everything seem brighter, and toji found himself looking forward to the moments when your paths would cross.
the kindness was another thing that caught him off guard. you treated everyone with a gentle touch and a kind word, even him, the stranger with a past he tried to hide. there was an innocence about you, but also a strength that he admired. it was a combination that made you irresistible, and toji knew he was in deeper than he wanted to admit.
you couldn’t exactly recall how’d you ended up squished between two stacks of hay as toji fucked you mercilessly. the thrusts he delivered nothing short of cruel, folding you further into the prickly stack as you whimper sweetly. he almost couldn’t believe it when you’d taken him all at once, his eyes fluttering shut as your pretty tight pussy clenched around him so delicately. “virgin huh? god, you’re so slutty. what would daddy think of you being stretched out like this, hmm?”
you can only whine at his words, voice long gone. “ah!” the feel of his large hands spreading you apart has you sobbing, “oh she’s wet. you’ve been thinking about this for a while huh? i bet you’ve touched yourself to the thought of me plenty of times. such a slut.” his words are mean, but the way he splits you is meaner. “mhmmm, oh my gosh!” stars kiss your eyelids as his throbbing tip presses repeatedly into that gummy spot inside of you.
it leaves you a moaning mess, the sounds of skin slapping filling the entire barn. the sound of it has your pussy fluttering and your head spinning.
your toes curl as he pounds into you relentlessly. you can barely form a thought, only able to focus on the feeling of him ruining you. your cunt squelches obscenely, juices dripping down your thigh. your breasts jiggle, the tips of them brushing the hay every so often.
and much as toji wants to be gentle with you, the way you cry for him, beg him to taint you has him gripping the fleshy meat of your hips. he doesn't care if you're bruised, he just needs to hear more. your voice is so delicate, yet so needy. the way your face scrunches up, your eyebrows knitting together in pleasure. it all goes straight to his cock. the way you're stretched around him is lewd, the way your tits jiggle is even more so.
"so pretty." his thumb rubs your clit gently, his voice a growl, "be good and cum for me baby. be a good girl and cum on this big dick, yeah?" you nod frantically, unable to speak as his thrusts become more and more punishing. his words a broken record in your head, good girl, good girl, good girl.
"gonna- gonna cum!" he grins, his hand rubbing your clit even faster. his own orgasm is fast approaching, the way you're squeezing his dick so tight.
"go ahead sweetheart, i'm close too, fuck." the hand rubbing your clit goes to your neck, gripping the tender flesh and forcing you to arch your back even more.
he's nearing the edge, the coil in his stomach becoming tighter and tighter. "cum with me. cum." it's the only warning you get before he's releasing, his thrusts still brutal as he empties himself inside of you. his thumb is still rubbing your clit, the overstimulation too much as you squirt around his pulsating cock. the sight of it has him grinning, and the fact that he’s the first one to make you squirt making him proud.
his thumb continues flicking your bud, slower this time, as he rides out his orgasm, the overstimulation too much as a small orgasm wracks through your body. then he’s spanking you. one hit. then two. then three. then five.
your ass stings, but you can only whine at his cruelty. he pulls out. it all happens so fast and he’s tucking himself back in and zipping his pants up. a grin is still on his face, a satisfied expression plastered across his features. "thanks for the fuck baby. see you around."
you watch his retreating figure, the door slamming shut behind him. you sigh, still facedown. the sound of his truck peeling off leaving a bad taste in your mouth. but the sticky cum that drips out of you as you struggle to clean yourself up has the butterflies in your stomach returning.
i'm not even surprised, but no fucking way he just leaves like that 😭. and i was abt to get on the girl for giving it up to toji, but then i remembered i would do the exact same thing.. 🧎🏾♀️so let me hush. idgaf what toji got going on or his background just fuck me please
just thinking about perv!haechan who owns a cafe right down your apartment so you tried getting a part time job there. in shock that you immediately got hired by the boss himself without even going through an interview.
perv!haechan who tells you to call him by his name instead of boss.
perv!haechan who sneaks glances beneath your skirt when you bend over to get a cake out of the chiller.
perv!haechan who touches the skin of your hand intimately when teaching you how to do latte art. breath hitting the back of your ear as he inhales the scent of your shampoo.
perv!haechan who presses his crotch against your ass from behind as he pretends to reach for something in the cabinet above you.
perv!haechan who accidentally spills his cup of water all over your white top, in hopes to see what bra you’re wearing underneath. sometimes he even takes a cloth to help dab your now see-through shirt dry, grinning inside when he feels how fast your heart is beating.
perv!haechan who imagines you sucking him off when you squat down beside him to get something from the drawers below.
perv!haechan who lets the rest of the workers leave early except you, just so he could secretly see you change out of your work clothes in the staff room without anyone noticing.
perv!haechan who openly flirts with you one fine day which made your panties wet with every comment. you’re counting the money in the cashier during closing when he starts grinding his hard on against your pussy, causing you to moan and drop the money in hand all over the floor.
“h-haechan?” you stammer, feeling a gush of wetness seep out of your heat.
“so fuckin’ wet, and it’s all because of me?” he asks, landing a slap on your ass, and a whimper leaves your lips. “you like that huh? what a slut,” he mumbles, leaning down to nip on your ear.
“wait, what if someone comes in— they’ll see.”
haechan ignores you and slides your panties down your thighs. he’s literally drooling at the sight of how wet you are, arousal dripping onto the floor, and its all for him. he licks his lips, “then let them,” he says as he plunges his raw length in you.
“fuck—!” you scream, hands scrambling all over the table to find something, anything to hold onto. haechan smirks, cock growing harder when he sees how much you’re struggling to take him in.
your heart stops when you hear chatters out the entrance but haechan showed no signs of stopping.
“s-someones coming haec—”
“shut up.” he slaps his palm over your mouth, pushing your upper body low enough to hide you behind the cashier.
the bell rings, indicating the customers had walked in.
“sorry we’re closed,” haechan says in a polite tone while his cock is still sitting inside of you.
you hear mutters of the group of people leaving and haechan wastes no time in fucking you again.
“bet that turned you on so much,” he yanks your body back up by your hair, “could feel your pussy clenching ‘round my cock so tightly.”
you whine at his words, the feeling of your climax approaching.
Synopsis: After years of silently admiring him from afar, your friends have finally convinced you to break the ice with the guy who's been the subject of your secret crush: Yuta Nakamoto, the renowned tattoo artist. His mere presence sends a wave of excitement through you...all of you. luckily you happen to have a particular design in mind—a tramp stamp—that you've been itching to get inked onto your skin.
WARNING: Smut, unprotected p in v ( use protection kids), choking, spitting, hair pulling, mirrors (hehe), crying, begging, needles, smoking, Yuta is mean but sweet (lol), READER IS CHUBBY!! stretch marks, love handles, back rolls, stomach rolls etc. (if you don't like it, don't read it), Reader calls Yuta "Daddy", Yuta calls reader "bunny".
A/N: I have nothing against lower back tattoos or tramp stamps. I plan to get one myself actually. however, the term tramp stamp will have a different meaning in this fic.
I apologize in advance for any typos. Enjoy!
"Finally!" Minhee, your best friend of five years mutters, exasperation dripping from her voice.
Your bottom lip juts out in distaste. "What do you mean finally? I mentioned this to you just a couple months ago."
"Yeah, Y/N, but come on, you usually back out of these things, y'know?" Minhee explains, a playful smirk on her lips.
You sigh, not bothering to argue because you know she's right. There was a good reason, though. You grew up sheltered, and because of that, you just shied away from things that would draw attention to you.
For example, a tramp stamp.
Minhee squeals and shimmies her shoulders in excitement. "So… who's gonna do it?"
Huh… You hadn’t really gotten that far in your thoughts. You just figured you would go to a random tattoo parlor with good enough reviews.
You shrug. "I'll just choose somewhere with great reviews."
Minhee looks at you quizzically, tilting her head. "Good reviews? Why? Yuta's sho—"
You hold your hand up, stopping her mid-sentence. You roll your eyes. "Don't even think about it."
Minhee mimics you, rolling her eyes as well. "Y/N, you've wanted to fuck the guy since high school."
You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassing memories resurfacing. "Minhee, please," you beg.
Besides, even if you did allow Yuta to tattoo you, there was no way in hell he would do anything more. You weren’t his type. He didn’t say that to you, but after years of stalking his social media pages like a creep, it was obvious you were definitely not his cup of tea. And it bothered you more than it should have.
"But Y/N, how will you get out of your shell without trying something new?" Minhee pleads. "Just trust me, the worst thing he can do is just give you the tattoo and never talk to you again." She shrugs.
You bite your lip in contemplation. That is true.
Fuck it.
"Fine, I'll do it."
Another squeal. "Yes! I'll book your appointment."
After some taps on her phone, she says, "Friday, 12:30."
You exhale, already hearing your heart pounding in your ears.
~~~~~
It was Friday, 12:15 PM.
You stood outside Yuta's tattoo parlor, teetering on the edge of decision. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the cloudy sky reflected your inner turmoil.
Minhee had called you earlier, her voice a mix of encouragement and threat. "Just spread your wings a little. See where it takes you," she had urged over the phone. "If you back out, I'll never talk to you again."
Hopefully not an embarrassing fall from grace, you thought.
Sighing, you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and pushed the door open. The chime above the door announced your arrival with a soft tinkle, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding in your ears.
Your eyes darted to every corner of the shop within your sight. Holy shit.
It was dark. So fucking dark.
The parlor was an extension of Yuta himself. Black leather furniture, dark wood shelves, and posters of intricate, shadowy designs adorned the walls. Even the decorative plants were a deep, almost black, green. The only color contrasts were the neon signs casting an eerie glow and the cherry red telephone on the receptionist's desk.
And, of course, you.
A horrible choice to wear a baby pink crop top. You had hoped not to stand out, for crying out loud.
"Spread your wings," you muttered to yourself, taking another deep breath.
You made your way to the receptionist, pretending not to notice her staring at you since you stood outside. Her gaze was intense, but her smile was warm and welcoming.
"Hello, how may I help you today, sweetheart?" the receptionist asked.
"Hi, umm, I have an appointment? I'm Y/N for 12:30."
The receptionist nodded immediately, typing away and glancing at her computer screen. "Ah… 12:30 with Yuta." She looked up, waiting for your confirmation.
You nodded.
She smiled again. "Go through that door and wait; he'll be right with you."
The door she pointed to was, of course, dark wood, almost black, adorned with posters of various butterfly tattoos. A gold name plate read, "N. YUTA."
You exhaled once more, your heart hammering in your chest, and made your way toward the door, each step echoing in the dimly lit room.
The door opened with a soft creak, and my gosh, the light almost blinded you. Such a contrast from the waiting area.
The walls were a dark red with random splashes of black paint, all four sides adorned with even more sketches. Butterflies, swords, cartoons, and so much more.
a stool, and a bed -where you assumed customers lay down or sat on when getting tattooed- stood in the middle of the room. A table right beside the stool stood with different inks and the tools Yuta would need to tattoo someone. And, of course, there was a huge light standing over the bench and stool.
You awkwardly took a seat at the edge of the bed. The second you sat down, the door opened again, revealing Yuta.
His head was down, focused on his phone screen. You took this opportunity to look at him. Like, really look at him.
His black hair was grown out just above his shoulders, framing his face with an almost rough ethereal beauty. He was clad in all black—black pants and a black crop top that revealed just the tiniest bit of his butterfly tattoo and a fucking belly button piercing.
fuck me.
Finally, he looked up, and you quickly looked away.
his eyes were darker than you remembered.
"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth and rich, with a hint of amusement.
You turned your attention back to him and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm Y/N."
He nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I'm Yuta. I'll be tattooing you today," he said, taking a seat on the stool in front of you. he smelled like cigarettes and faintlu of cologne.
it made you dizzy.
"Yeah, I know that. So, umm, I have my design—if that's okay?" you stumbled, trying to keep your composure.
The way he was staring so deeply at you like he could see through you.
It almost made you want to hide.
like a predator stalking its prey.
He stared at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before saying something that made your heart nearly stop. "You're still so shy after all these years, bunny?"
Bunny?
Did he just call you... No.
Your mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Had he recognized you? Your cheeks flushed as old, buried memories began to resurface. You had known Yuta back in high school, but you never thought he’d remember you. Let alone a nickname you thought he had long forgotten.
You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. "Y-you remember me?"
Yuta chuckled softly, a dark, almost predatory look in his eyes. "Of course I do. Some things you just don't forget."
butterflies erupted in your belly as you felt your finger tips tingle
You wanted to be under him so badly that your body ached.
The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pulsing with your heartbeat. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, peeling away the layers you had built around yourself over the years.
"Well then," he said, leaning forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "Let's see that design."
Your hands trembled slightly as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the paper with your design on it. You handed it to him, your fingers brushing against his. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. For a brief moment Yuta's body stiffened.
Holy fuck.
Did he want you too?
He examined the design, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. " You drew this?"
You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.
he looks up at you quizzically causing your breathing to hasten
"do i still have to remind you to use your words bunny?" he asks his tone joking but his posture changed. from slouching to upright and his jaw was clenched. his eyes were a little darker and a little more demanding.
You realized that he wanted to hear you and he wanted it now.
your breath hitches before squeaking out a quiet "no"
he smiles, relaxes his posture and nods approvingly "Good girl"
This was unfair.
you wanted to affect him as much as he affected you.
Yuta looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours. "it's nice. it suits you. where do you want it?"
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "on my back please" you whispered.
Yuta raises a dark eyebrow in question "This seems a little small for the middle of your back bunny."
"no no, you don't understand" you you chuckle nervously
he looks at you expectantly, crossing his arms at his chest and tilting his head "Well make me understand sweetheart"
"I'll just show you" You get up from the bed and turn around
lifting our shirt revealing your lower back just above your ass.
you reach behind you and attempt to point to that spot "right here. I want it right here please."
A beat of silence passes, and another and another before you decide to turn around slightly.
his eyes lazily looked at you from head to toe.
He swallowed thickly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity before he replied in a strained voice,
"A tramp stamp?"
You smiled, feeling a rush of boldness, and with a flicker of hesitation, dropped your shirt, fully facing him now.
"Yes," you confirmed, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves within you. God, he made you so jittery.
He clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eyes still fixed on you, observing every move as if he were deciphering a complex puzzle.
"Who's it for?" he questioned, his tone tinged with the same strain as before.
Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze. "Me?" you responded, the uncertainty evident in your voice.
He chuckled, though the humor didn't reach his eyes. "Fucking hell, you're trying to kill me."
" A tramp stamp just for your own amusement, bunny? And you want me to do it?" His words carried a mix of disbelief and a hint of something deeper, perhaps longing.
With a resigned sigh, he walked over to his stool and took a seat, motioning for you to shut the door.
It was common knowledge that when Yuta worked, he kept the door cracked, but shutting it completely? That was unheard of.
You decided to comply, despite the uncertainty gnawing at you. Closing the door softly behind you, you approached him with slow, steady steps, stopping in between his parted legs.
"A tattoo on your lower back," he mused carefully, his hands moving to grasp your love handles possessively leading you to the bed.
"You're putting ideas in my head." he whispers still staring at you hips.
His words were laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes bore into yours so intently it made you heart race and your heart clench.
Did he want you to beg for it?
fine, you came prepared for that anyway.
'Please...ruin me. Fucking ruin me.'
is what you would have said if you were brave enough, instead all you could get out was
"oh..i-"
Yuta chuckles "flustered?"
you clear your throat and look away
a finger lifts your chin causing you to meet his predatory gaze again
"I'm gonna be real with you here bunny, I want to fuck your brains out. not professional of me I know but I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't know you wanted it too"
~~~~~
your fingers clawed at his back as he fucked you against the wall
his balls rhythmically slapping against you
you looked down enjoying the sight of him fucking into you , his cock branded with a white ring of your cum.
"Yuta," you gasp, breath hitching, "I want more."
“Oh, you want more?” he responds with a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I can definitely give you more."
The motion of his thrusts causes your stomach to quiver, muscles trembling in response as your body matches his rhythm. Each movement is intense, sending waves of sensation through you.
Your throat feels raw from all the shouting and moaning—so much so that you can barely voice how close you are. Instead, your grip tightens around his arm, fingers digging into his skin in a desperate, wordless plea, silently telling him that you’re right on the edge.
"Already, Y/N?" he taunts, not even slowing his relentless pace. His voice is a mix of amusement and intensity, each word vibrating through you.
Before you can process his words, the sensation crashes over you, making your toes curl, your back arching away from the wall. Your mouth falls open, releasing a silent scream as the overwhelming pleasure grips you.
The release is so intense that tears spill down your cheeks, your body trembling under the weight of it all. But he doesn't stop—his rhythm remains the same, drawing out every ounce of sensation, leaving you breathless and barely able to think.
have you ever been fucked so hard you stomach started to hurt?
but fuck, you didn't want him to stop
soon you started to feel the burn of it all, our body twitched and trembled.
you fought so hard to speak but you couldn't even form a thought
suddenly it was all too much.
your head spun , your eyes rolled back and your body shook with one more orgasm
"Yuta please!" you screamed your hand instinctually trying to push him away from you and he only responded by gripping both your wrist in one hand.
"behave!" he growled out biting your nipple as a form of punishment but all that did was give you another orgasm.
"Ah! I'm-oh...please...fuck me daddy....please" you cried hysterically.
It's embarrassing what a good fuck can do to the mind
"Fuck bunny, such a dirty fucking mouth" he whispers as he bring his hand to your face gripping your jaw.
"open for me baby" he coos
you mouth is wide open not even a millisecond later and oh my hell
you died and came back when he spat in your mouth.
"swallow that shit" he thrusts deeper and harder.
"SHIT!" You scream out as he reaches a spot that you never had touched
he smiles at you mischievously "found it"
and just like that you had two more orgasms before you realized,
Yuta didn't cum yet
which could only mean one thing
"I'm not done with you bunny. I want you from the back"
You shook your head, still in a daze. " T-tired....t'much...mmm"
he kisses your temple oh so sweetly as anything but sweet words fall from his lips "i know baby but I want to see you cry some more when i fuck you harder. besides, don't you want daddy to cum all over you baby?
you look up at him with tear filled eyes "yes daddy"
he smiles showing his teeth "then be a good bunny and get on all fours for me"
~
"ah fuck" was what he said when he finally sank into you again.
his hands roamed your back squeezing and giving attention to your rolls
"You were fucking made for me" he moaned out in utter bliss.
looks like you did affect him like he affected you.
he was relentless with his thrust.
so fucking eager.
the room was just filled with the sound of your ass meeting his cock and oh was it music to your ears
"the view from here is fucking amazing baby"
he slaps your ass cheek repeatedly and you already know its bruised red.
from the mirror on the wall you could see him rubbing his hands all over your stretch marks as he mouths an inaudible "fuck"
You also see that he's going to take it up a notch when he lifts one of his legs up on to the stool. giving him a deeper angle as he pummels into you
"you grip on the white sheet on the tattoo bed as you scream
"I'M GONNA CUM!"
you fall on your chest as the strength leaves your arms. your eyes blur with tears for the the umpteenth time and you bite your lip so hard you taste blood
"I know baby me too" he pants out chest heaving as he tries to maintain his pace
"mmm-I'm cumming...i'm cumming- ah shit!" you manage to get out as your stomach tightens.
you feel Yuta swelling inside you but he pulls out just intime as white ropes of cum are painted over your back.
you barley can keep your eyes open as you see Yuta use his hands to spread his cum all over your stretchmark- filled ass cheeks
"holy shit: he says collapsing on top of you.
you're quiet for a moment not finding the strength to speak as yet
"i should've taken you on a date first bunny" Yuta says filling the silence
Genre: He fell first and the hardest; crack. smut MDNI
Word Count: 4.8K
Warnings: hyuck is down obsessed, mentions of drinks, profanity, kissing, dry humping, oral (fem recieving), face sitting, fingering, protected sexual intercourse, marking, pet names, 'angel', 'Haechannie' these two are insufferable.
A/N: Listen, I- have no words for myself. It wrote itself. I swear.
Haechan always knew he was dramatic, but something about you amplified it to a level that even he couldn’t comprehend.
The first time he saw you, he was gone. Done for. Absolutely wrecked. It wasn’t just your looks—though he could write sonnets about the way your face caught the light—it was everything. The way you spoke, moved, even how you barely acknowledged him.
Now, every time you’re in the same room as him, he’s like a lovesick puppy, trailing behind you, soaking up every crumb of attention. And you? You’re the exact opposite. Cold. Distant. Completely unimpressed. And it only makes him want you more.
“Why are you always here?” you asked one day, your voice flat, eyes barely lifting from your phone as Haechan perched on the edge of your couch like a golden retriever begging for scraps.
He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Because I love the way you look at me like I’m the dirt under your shoe. It really keeps me humble.”
You rolled your eyes, and he swore his heart did a flip. “You’re desperate,” you said, deadpan.
“For you? Absolutely, my angel.” His grin widened, shameless and infuriatingly charming. “Call me desperate again. I think it’s my new favourite pet name.”
The audacity. You shot him a look that could kill, and his cheeks flushed—not from shame, but pure adoration.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered, turning your attention back to your phone.
“Like what?” His voice softened, sincerity sneaking past his usual bravado. “Like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me? Can’t help it.”
You ignored him, but he wasn’t done. Oh, no.
“Do you know how perfect you are? Like, just the scent of you—” He leaned closer, inhaling dramatically. “—has me so hard. It’s actually unfair. How do you smell so good? It should be illegal.”
“You’re so corny, it hurts.”
“And yet, you’re still sitting here letting me bask in your presence. If that’s not a sign from the universe, I don’t know what is.”
You didn’t respond, but the faintest twitch of your lips gave you away, and Haechan nearly combusted on the spot. To him, even that was a victory—a tiny crack in your indifferent façade that he could cling to for dear life.
“You’re ridiculous,” you finally said, shaking your head.
“And you’re gorgeous.” He sighed, leaning back with a dreamy smile. “Can’t believe I get to breathe the same air as you. Wow.”
You threw a pillow at his face, and he caught it, laughing like you’d just handed him the moon. Desperate? Sure. But if it meant being close to you, Haechan didn’t care.
Parties were supposed to be a chance for Haechan to shine—to work the crowd, command the room, and bask in the attention he so effortlessly drew. But the moment you walked into any gathering, his spotlight narrowed, his orbit shifted, and his gravitational pull locked solely on you.
He was on you instantly, weaving through the throng of people with a drink in one hand and a plate of snacks in the other. You didn’t even ask for them, but Haechan didn’t need instructions when it came to you.
“Thirsty? Hungry? No? That’s okay; I brought both just in case,” he said with a boyish grin, setting everything on the table in front of you.
“I didn’t ask for anything,” you said, dry as ever, but he just waved you off like your indifference was a love letter.
“You didn’t have to, my angel. I’m a mind reader when it comes to you.” He crouched down to meet your eyes. “What else do you need? A chair? No worries. My lap is always open for you. Or, y’know…” He shot you a suggestive smirk. “My face.”
You groaned, leaning as far back in your seat as possible. “You’re exhausting.”
“And you’re stunning,” he quipped back without missing a beat. “C’mon, you can’t be mad at me when I’m just trying to worship the ground you walk on. Literally.”
You rolled your eyes, but it didn’t deter him. It never did. As the night went on, he hovered like a shadow—fetching water when you looked too warm, whisking away any empty cups before you even noticed, and even fending off some guy who tried to strike up a conversation with you.
The guy didn’t even get two words out before Haechan materialized out of thin air, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Hey, babe, sorry I left you alone for so long. You good?” His eyes were wide, sincere, but the smirk tugging at his lips was all mischief.
“Babe?” you hissed through clenched teeth, glaring at him.
“For your safety,” he whispered back, unbothered by the daggers you were shooting his way.
And when you finally got tired of mingling and decided to retreat to the quieter side of the house, Haechan was right there with you, offering his jacket even though it wasn’t cold.
“You really don’t have to follow me everywhere,” you said, exasperated.
“I’m not following you,” he said with mock indignation, plopping down beside you on the couch. “I’m simply staying near my favourite person in the world. Huge difference.”
When there weren’t any free seats left and someone jokingly suggested you sit on Haechan’s lap, he perked up like he’d just won the lottery. “Great idea!” he beamed, patting his thighs. “C’mon, angel. I’m literally built for this.”
You shot him a glare that would’ve withered anyone else, but Haechan? He just looked at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.
You had no idea what possessed you to actually entertain Haechan’s antics, but maybe it was the weariness from his endless pestering. Or maybe—though you’d never admit it—you liked the way his eyes lit up when you gave him even the smallest bit of attention.
“Fine,” you muttered, standing up from the couch. “But if you say one word, I’m leaving.”
Haechan froze, his mouth already half-open, likely ready to spew some ridiculous comment, but he snapped it shut and mimed zipping his lips. His hands patted his lap eagerly, practically vibrating with excitement.
Rolling your eyes, you carefully lowered yourself onto his thighs. He felt warm beneath you, his legs solid and steady, and for a split second, you wondered why it felt so…comfortable.
He let out a shaky breath, and you glared at him. “Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything!” he whispered, voice pitched high with effort.
“Your face is saying everything,” you muttered, shifting slightly.
The tiny movement nearly sent him spiralling. You could feel his thighs tense under you, his hands gripping the sides of the couch as if grounding himself. He sucked in another breath, exhaling shakily. “You’re…wow.”
“Haechan.”
“Sorry! Sorry!” He clasped his hands in front of him, like he was trying to appear more composed. But the way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes shone like a kid on Christmas morning betrayed him entirely.
A minute of silence passed—blissful for you, torturous for him. But he didn’t speak. He didn’t ruin the moment. He just sat there, eyes flicking occasionally to your profile as though memorizing every detail.
When you finally leaned back, your shoulder brushing his chest, you felt his breath hitch. His arms instinctively twitched as if he wanted to wrap them around you but was holding himself back.
“You’re ridiculous,” you murmured, not bothering to look at him.
“And you’re perfect,” he replied instantly, unable to stop himself.
“You’re not supposed to talk.”
“Sorry, angel,” he said, grinning so wide it was a miracle his face didn’t split in half. “I’ll be good. Just…thank you. For letting me have this.”
For a brief moment, you softened. Maybe he was ridiculous—no, he definitely was—but at least he was your ridiculous, and that was something you could live with.
You were still perched on Haechan’s lap when she approached, her bright smile and fluttery laugh cutting through the low hum of the party.
“Hey, Haechan,” she chirped, leaning over just enough to block his view of you.
You didn’t bother moving, though you could feel the way his posture stiffened beneath you. You tilted your head back slightly, curious to see how he’d handle it.
“Oh, hey,” he replied, but there was no usual charm in his tone, no trademark flirtatious grin. His voice was flat, almost annoyed, as though her presence was the most inconvenient thing in the world.
She didn’t seem to notice—or maybe she didn’t care. “So, I was thinking… We never really got a chance to talk much at these things. You’re always so busy. Maybe we could—”
“Nope.”
The bluntness of his response caught her off guard. She blinked, confused, and you had to bite back a laugh.
“Excuse me?” she asked, her voice dipping into something almost wounded.
Haechan groaned, throwing his head back against the couch dramatically. “I’m literally in the middle of living my best life right now. Can’t you see that?” His hands gestured to you like you were the crown jewel of his existence.
Your laugh slipped out this time, low and amused. “Haechan, stop.”
“No, I won’t stop,” he said, turning his attention back to the girl. “Do you see this? Do you see who’s sitting on me right now? This is peak life. This is it for me.”
The girl stared at him, then at you, her expression teetering between disbelief and irritation. “I just thought—”
“Yeah, no, you thought wrong.” He waved her off, his tone a strange mix of exasperation and smugness. “Look, I’m sure you’re great or whatever, but this—” he motioned to you again, leaning slightly closer for emphasis “—is the love of my life. So, respectfully, go flirt with someone else.”
You smirked, shaking your head as the girl huffed and stormed off.
“You didn’t have to be so rude,” you teased.
Haechan’s arms finally wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your shoulder. “Rude? Angel, she was trying to steal me from my rightful place. If anything, I was merciful.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re perfection incarnate,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin. “Now stop laughing at my misery and let me soak in this moment. I’ll need it to keep me warm at night.”
The moment you leaned into his hold, the change in your posture was like a lightning strike to Haechan’s system. His breath hitched, and his arms tightened instinctively around you, as if he were afraid you might slip away.
He froze. Completely still. For a split second, you thought maybe you’d broken him—his whole body tensed, and his gaze shot down at you with an intensity that almost made you laugh, but you held it in.
Haechan blinked rapidly, trying to regain some semblance of control over himself, but it was a lost cause. The warmth of your body pressed against his was enough to send him into full-on meltdown mode. He could barely form a coherent thought.
"Angel...," he whispered, voice strained, as if speaking any louder would shatter the fragile bubble you’d created between you two. "You... you’re gonna kill me, you know that, right?"
You could feel his heartbeat racing beneath your fingertips as he subtly shifted beneath you, adjusting to the overwhelming closeness. The moment your cheek brushed against his, his breath caught in his throat.
“I’m serious,” he groaned, his grip tightening just a little too much as if holding onto reality. “This is—this is too much. I can’t breathe.”
You let out a small, teasing laugh, pushing against him just enough to make his entire body shudder. “You’re so dramatic.”
He didn’t even try to defend himself. Instead, he buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. “I’m not dramatic. You’re just too perfect, and I’m completely useless when you’re this close to me.”
You could feel the way his hands shook slightly as they rested on your waist, and it only made you smirk.
"You literally short-circuited, Haechan," you teased, voice low. "And you didn’t even say anything for the first few seconds. I was honestly worried you were gonna pass out."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes wide with desperation. "I almost did, but that’s not the point. The point is—" He blinked rapidly, trying to ground himself. “The point is I’ve never been so happy in my life."
You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bit much for leaning into your hug, don’t you think?”
“Nope,” he said quickly, his voice filled with conviction. “Not even close. It’s everything. You. Me. This. I swear, if I could just bottle this moment—"
You chuckled, leaning into him again, and just like that, he short-circuited all over again, his whole body trembling with a mix of excitement and absolute adoration.
“You’re killing me, angel,” he breathed, a quiet, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he tightened his hold. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
When your hands gently cupped his face, his entire body seemed to short-circuit all over again. It was like you'd flipped a switch in him. His eyes fluttered shut, and he audibly inhaled, barely able to contain the shudder that ran through him. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, you felt the raw intensity in the way he held his breath, like he was hanging on by a thread.
His voice came out low and shaky, a soft, desperate moan escaping his lips before he could stop it. "Angel.." His hands hovered near your waist, not daring to touch, too afraid of breaking the fragile, perfect connection between you.
You couldn't help the way your lips curved into a smirk. "Did you just moan?" you teased, voice barely above a whisper.
Haechan's face flushed, his eyes darting open, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he leaned into your touch, as if the contact was grounding him. His hands finally found their way to your sides, but he didn't pull you closer. He was almost paralyzed with the overwhelming feeling of your hands on his face, the delicate trace of your fingertips against his skin.
"I.. I didn't mean to," he breathed, voice thick with a mix of embarrassment and adoration. "But... how can I not? When you look at me like that?" His eyes locked onto yours, pupils blown wide with emotion. "You're... so beautiful, I can't-" He broke off, his lips parting slightly as if he was trying to regain control, but the effort was clearly futile.
You leaned in just a bit closer, and his breath hitched again, his hands tightening around you as he fought to steady himself.
"You're insane," you whispered, though there was no malice in your voice.
"I know," he replied softly, voice filled with so much devotion it almost made your heart ache. "But it's all for you, angel. All of it. Every single part of me is yours." He tilted his head just enough to brush his lips against your hand, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You don't even know what you do to me."
And in that moment, the entire world seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of you, caught in a tangled mess of affection and longing.
You couldn't hold back anymore. The way Haechan was looking at you, all breathless and desperate, made it impossible to resist.
His face was so close, his hands so gentle, but there was a hunger in his eyes that matched yours. Without a second thought, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.
Haechan's breath caught, his body instantly reacting to the kiss. He was always so confident, always the one who played it cool, but when you kissed him, all that disappeared. He melted into you, his hands roaming to your back, pulling you closer as if he needed you to be even more there.
The kiss was soft at first, slow and deliberate, savouring the feel of each other's lips. But as the seconds passed, everything about it deepened. Haechan moaned softly, the sound muffled by your lips, and his hands slid to your waist, tugging you against him. His lips were warm and eager, as if he couldn't get enough, and you felt his pulse racing beneath your fingertips.
You shifted slightly, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, and Haechan's groan vibrated through you. His hands were no longer hesitant, his fingers running over your body, his grip tightening on your ass as he let himself fully lose control.
You kissed him with everything you had, your lips moving against his with urgency, and you could feel the way he responded- how he couldn't hold back anymore either.
The heat between you two built with every second, and it felt like the whole room was spinning.
When you finally pulled away it was because you felt him growing beneath you, all too tempting to just rock against him in front of everyone. Haechan's eyes were dark, his chest heaving as if he'd just run a marathon.
He smiled breathlessly, his lips still tingling from the kiss. "I think you just ruined me," he muttered, voice low and raspy, as if he'd forgotten how to speak.
You smirked, a playful glint in your eye.
"Good. Now you'll never be the same."
"I don't want to be" he admitted, pulling you closer again. "You kiss me like that, and I'm done for."
You couldn't help but laugh, and Haechan kissed the corner of your lips softly, like he was trying to memorize every moment of it.
He was definitely done for, but you kind of liked it that way.
“Come on,” you smiled as you got up, eyes darting down to see exactly what you felt. “Let’s go find a room.”
“Whatever you want, angel.” Haechan eager followed closely behind you, practically fused to your backside as he shamelessly humped his ever growing election into your clothed ass.
When you finally made it into an unoccupied room, you locked the door and told him to get on the bed and like a good, devoted boy, he did just that. You toe off your shoes and straddle his lap, smoothing your palms up and down his chest as you rock against him.
“Oh my...fuuuck.” Haechan was completely lost in the way your body felt against his. The warmth radiating from your clothed core over his clothed, painful, bulge was beyond his wildest dreams.
You slipped off his lap, and he thought it was over, only for your sweet voice to tell him to lay down so you could take a seat. He made a confused noise, but then as he watched your panties slide down your gorgeous legs, it clicked, and he practically melted into the comforter.
Giggling, you crawled up his body, pecked his lips before spreading yourself onto his pretty face. His hands claimed your thighs and his mouth went to work. He was moaning more than you were but it didn’t matter. His lips made out with yours, his tongue tracing shapes you sure didn’t remember but fuck it, it felt amazing. Your hips moved at their own accord, clit bumping his nose making you sigh his name. The sound making him buck his hips in nothing as he switched to tongue fucking you with all he had. His fingers were kneading your thighs as he guided your movements.
That suction, paired with his fingers curling up against your sweet spot had your head thrown back in a moan of his name as you came. Haechan drank up every drop of your release. Humming in satisfaction ant the taste of you. Blissfully taking it your essence.
Feeling warm and incredibly aroused, your hands trailed up your torso and pulled off your top. Haechan was none the wiser considering your skirt was shielding him, his main focus was on your pussy anyway. Though the way you tweaked your hardened nipples made you grind harder against his face, and he took at as an opportunity to bring two fingers to your entrance and switch to sucking on your clit like it was his last breath.
Much to both of your dismay, you dismounted his face, his beautiful, glossy, tanned face. But all would be right in the world as you were now ridding him of his pants and boxers as he got rid of his shirt.
He shuffled back up against the headboard, watching the way your body moved as you peeled off your skirt and crawled back into his lap. His erection wasn’t what you expected, but you were not complaining. You leaned in for a kiss that sent shivers through both of your bodies. Tasting yourself on his tongue made you whine and grind your pussy against his tip.
Ever the cautious one, Haechan mumbled about having a condom in his back pocket. You made a show of bending over the edge of the bed to retrieve the package, giving him the perfect view of your drooling hole.
Ripping it open with your teeth as you settled back into his lap, he held your waist gently. His breath hitched while you rolled the latex onto his girth, giving it a couple of pumps and getting a feel of just how much you’d be split open tonight.
“Angel, I don’t mean to rush you, but - oh shit” He didn’t get to finish his gentle plea because you were already sinking down on him. And-
“You’re so big Haechannie. Should’ve told me sooner.” You babbled.
“Would you have let me have you then?” He chuckled breathily.
“Probably not.” You sigh, your mouth hanging open so wantonly.
Once you got used to his size, your arms locked around his neck, boob’s pressed into his face as you rode him. Slow, deep, hard. He needed you to go faster, but he would never push you. Whatever you wanted would be perfect for him. The mere fact of having you like this was already everything and more.
Deciding to build up a faster rhythm, your hands found his shoulders as you bounced. Haechan was in a trance between your face, your boob’s and where he was sliding in and out, in and out, in and
“Oh fuck, angel. I’m close.”
Pathetic? Maybe. Did he care? No. Could you blame him? Absolutely not.
With a peck to his nose and lips, you whispered, “Go ahead.”
As he bucked up to meet your movements, he also wanted you to get there again. And if you’re being honest, it wasn’t going to take much with how his tip curved into you sweet spot. He reached a hand between your thighs to thumb at your clit like his life depended on it. Your face fell to his neck, panting and squealing as everything heightened. Suckling on his skin and leaving your mark (or several).
When he burst into the condom, the warmth did something to your body and your own climax peaked. Thighs locking him in as your bodies shuddered against one another. Sounds of groans and sighs and whines filtering through as you settled into the aftermath.
The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of music drifting in from the party downstairs. You and Haechan were tangled in the aftermath, the air between you still thick with the weight of everything that had just happened. His hands were still on you—gentle, but hesitant now, as if he wasn’t entirely sure where he stood anymore.
He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a mixture of satisfaction and uncertainty on his face. His gaze was locked onto yours, searching for something, anything that would tell him he hadn’t just ruined everything by letting his guard down.
“So... does this mean we’re—” He paused, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “Are we, like... together now?”
You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth tugging into a playful smirk. You could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands remained so careful on your skin, as though afraid you might slip away if he moved the wrong way.
You let the silence stretch for just a moment longer, watching the way his face shifted from hope to doubt in the blink of an eye. Finally, you deadpanned, your voice flat as you answered, “No.”
Haechan froze, his eyes widening, his grip on you loosening. The flicker of disappointment was quick, almost imperceptible, but you saw it, and you couldn't help but let out a breath of amusement at how seriously he took your words.
But just as he opened his mouth to protest, you leaned in, capturing his lips with yours again. This time, the kiss was softer, a little slower, filled with a warmth that made it clear this wasn’t just about the heat of the moment. When you pulled away, your face was just inches from his, your breath mingling.
You looked into his eyes—serious, but filled with something much deeper than just playfulness—and whispered, “We always were.”
Haechan’s expression shifted instantly from confusion to something more understanding, his eyes lighting up with realization. It was like a switch flipped in him, and suddenly, all the tension left his body. He grinned, that trademark mischievous smile curling back onto his lips, and his hands pulled you closer, his chest pressing against yours.
“You’re so evil,” he laughed, but there was nothing but joy in his voice now. “You can’t just do that to me.”
“I can,” you said with a grin of your own. “And I will. So, get used to it.”
Haechan leaned in to kiss you again, but this time, it was gentle, more of a promise than anything else. As he kissed you, his hands slid to your back, holding you close, and you could feel the shift between you two—a shift that didn’t need words to confirm it anymore.
“You’re really my favourite, you know that?” he murmured against your lips, his voice full of affection.
You smiled against the kiss, knowing full well that, no matter what you said or how you acted, you were in this together, whether you chose to admit it or not.
Haechan stretched his arms above his head, letting out a dramatic groan as he glanced around the unfamiliar room. The two of you had ended up there in the heat of the moment, but now that things had cooled down, his nose wrinkled in distaste.
"Ugh, no," he muttered, standing up and adjusting his shirt. "I am not sleeping here. This bed smells like disappointment and bad decisions."
You blinked at him, still sprawled lazily on the mattress. "You were fine with it thirty minutes ago," you deadpanned.
"Yeah, well, I wasn’t thinking straight because you were all over me," he shot back, grinning. "But now that my brain cells have returned, I refuse to subject you—or myself—to this tragedy of a bed for even one more second."
You rolled your eyes, sitting up and raising an eyebrow. "And what exactly do you propose, Mr. Standards?"
He grabbed your hand, pulling you up with an enthusiasm that was both endearing and irritating. "We’re going back to my dorm. My bed’s nicer. Plus, it smells like me, which, let’s be honest, is a win for you."
“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, but you didn’t pull your hand away as he led you out of the room.
The walk back to his dorm was filled with his usual chatter, him pointing out random things and cracking jokes to fill the silence. Every so often, his hand would tighten around yours, like he couldn’t quite believe you were still there with him.
When you finally stepped into his room, it was exactly what you expected: a little messy but cozy, with posters on the walls and his favorite hoodie draped over the back of his chair.
"Welcome to paradise," he said with a flourish, plopping onto his bed and patting the space beside him.
You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. "Paradise, huh? This is just a dorm room."
He grinned, stretching out and resting his hands behind his head. "Paradise is wherever you are, angel."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips as you kicked off your shoes and climbed into the bed beside him.
Haechan immediately wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “See?” he murmured, his voice softer now. “This is so much better.”
You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you.”
“I’m lucky because I have you,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
And as the two of you drifted off, tangled up in his too-small dorm bed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to disagree.
warnings: nothing to heavy just some kissing n ass touching at the end, choso n reader r like 20, abbreviations and lowercases intended, n word usage once, written with a black women in mind but anyone can read ofc 😚
wc: 628
a/n : hihi guysss im nini and welcome to my debut post. this has been sitting in my notes along with some other stuff i’ve written for the longestttt time and im ready to share them to the world now. i hope yall enjoy these hcs of my bbygirl choso :3
goth!choso who’s been well..emo for as long as he can remember. the nigga was 13 years old dressing like rodrick heffley and listening to heavy metal rock music 😭 like he wasn’t playing bout this lifestyle.
goth!choso who always thought that his future gf would’ve been someone who is just as emo and gothic as he was but boy was he wrong.
goth!choso who couldn’t explain why coquette!reader caught his attention so quickly. he’s never been a fan of the cute pink girly aesthetic, not that he hated it but y’all know he been an emo since he basically came out his momma’s womb, so he always preferred if girls had a similar aesthetic to him. all that didn’t even cross his mind when he laid his eyes on u, how could it when u just looked so pretty n cute ???!
goth!choso who wasn’t even planning to approach u and was just going to head home and lie in his bed while reminiscing abt the cute girl he saw in the cafe. that is until u decided to approach him and compliment his outfit. a cute pink blush creeps up onto his cheeks and he doesn’t even get to thank u bc he so busy admiring how beautiful u are. u give him a gorgeous smile and hand him a little note that says “text me •ᴗ•” with ur number on it. with that beautiful smile still plastered on ur face, u wave ‘bye’ to him and walk away.
goth!choso who gets home that day contemplating with his phone in his hand if he should text u or not. after a good 10 mins of pacing around his room and giving himself some motivational talk, he sends u a message and exits the messaging app almost immediately.
goth!choso who’s kinda surprised when u actually respond to his message in less than 2 minutes. from that point on u n choso hit it off from there.
goth!choso who’s been with coquette!reader for almost a year now and he loves u so so much !! he was always more than happy to give u money so u could buy more of those cute lil bows and accessories that u loved wearing or those pink coquette themed decor items that u loved placing all throughout ur apartment. he adored ur obsession with the coquette lifestyle sm. he thought it was so adorable and loved ur dedication towards it.
goth!choso who has grown accustomed to the color pink and even started wearing n buying more pink clothing just so he could match with u sometimes. u knew ur bf wasn’t a huge fan of pink and u always thought he would stick with his dark aesthetic so it made u extremely happy when u saw him frequently starting to wear pink clothing !
goth!choso who has begged u numerous times to try out the emo/gothic style bc he was really curious to see how u would look in it. eventually u caved in and decided to surprise him and got this outfit and wore it to one of ur date nights with him. he couldn’t get over how good u looked and this just confirmed for him that u would always look good no matter what aesthetic u had !! when he took u back to his apartment, he wouldn’t even let yall get through the door before he picked u up, hands rubbing all up on ur ass while he left long sloppy kisses along ur jawline and neck, attempting to take u to his room without bumping into a wall or a piece of furniture.
goth!choso & coquette!reader who r the exact definition of opposites attract !!
Yuji being obsessed with the eating your pussy and accidentally teaching Sukuna how enjoyable it can be.
Sukuna, who’s never seen the appeal in going down on a woman. He figures he would personally gain no pleasure from it so why even bother?
Yuji, who’s the polar opposite and dreams of the day he can finally get you in his bed. Just so he can shove his head between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying
Sukuna, who’s been forced to listen to these thoughts for years now because Yuji won’t grow a pair and just ask you out. Seriously, it’s been years, he’s losing his mind.
Yuji, who finally asks you out after one shot for courage and can’t believe it when you’re telling him that you’ve been waiting forever for him to ask that question.
Yuji, who forgets that even a single shot of liquor can get him buzzed and in no time at all he has his hands all over you. Not that you mind, you’ve waited just as long for him.
Yuji, who’s dragging you into a random bedroom at this house party and is locking the door behind you, lips glued to yours as he backs you up until you’re falling onto the mattress with him on top of you.
Yuji, who’s kissing his way down your body, falling to his knees before you as he nearly drags your lower half off of the mattress. Tugging your pants and underwear off in one go just to toss them somewhere into the room
Yuji, who’s spreading your thighs apart to finally catch a glimpse of the cunt he’s been dreaming of for years. Saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of your dripping cunt.
Yuji, who’s whining as he moves his head lower, nipping and sucking the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Your nosies only egging him on as he moves his way upwards.
Yuji, who’s breath is coming out in short pants as he hovers just above your cunt, asking your permission one last time since he knows he’ll be too far gone to stop soon.
Yuji, who’s whimpering against your cunt as he eats you out, tongue licking greedily along your slit before prodding at your swollen clit. Drool leaking down his chin and subsequently your cunt, mixing with your arousal.
Yuji, who has you falling apart on his tongue over and over before he’s even satisfied enough to come up for air. His cheeks flushed pink and hair a mess from where your hands had been pulling at it.
Yuji, who’s begging you to let him eat you again, as if his lips and chin aren’t covered in your sticky arousal. Watching as you struggle to catch your breath, not thinking he would make you cum as many times as he had.
Yuji, who’s practically crying when you lazily nod “yes”, your eyelids almost impossible to keep open as you fall back against the mattress and let him eat you out for the umpteenth time that night.
Sukuna, who’s eyes have been fully opened (against his will) to the appeal in eating a woman’s cunt.
Mildly unfinished but like… the vision is there my
Edit: based on some recent comments and anons I’ve received, there seems to be some confusion with this post.
So let me clarify that Yuji is 21-22 in this, he is in college, I’ve written him the age he would be in 2024.
If you don’t agree with aging up characters? Don’t read the post, or just block me. It’ll save all of us the time and sanity.
this is so deeply unserious but sometimes being ridiculous is good for the soul! i hope you enjoy this silly ass short.
“cock or dick?” you asked wooyoung whilst you both were in the kitchen. you were leaned against the island and he was preparing food for dinner.
he stopped chopping, “what?” he asked looking away from the cutting board at you.
“do you prefer calling it a cock or a dick?”
“you’re asking me what i prefer to call my penis?” he asked in disbelief and all you did was nod at him. “i don’t know i guess i haven’t really thought about it.”
“you usually say dick when we’re fucking,” you acknowledged. “like you’ll say ‘take this dick’ or something like ‘does my dick feel good?’ but you say cock too sometimes!”
wooyoung was dumbfounded. he laid the knife down on the cutting board and folded his arms over his chest.
you continued, “cock is such a harsh word. i don’t like it personally. but i like when you say it because with your accent it doesn’t sound as harsh. dick sounds better, more appealing, ya know?”
“why do you always have to be so weird, sweetheart?” wooyoung asked you with a laugh. “but i like calling it a dick more. like ‘come here and suck my dick’.”
his words made a shiver run down your spine. you almost hoped he didn’t notice the way you’d gotten quiet but of course he did. you’re his baby. so of course he took advantage. he walked closer to you and hooked his index finger beneath your chin.
“you’re shy now?” he asked you. he was staring at you so intensely that you had to look away but he used the hand that was already on your chin to turn your head back toward him. “you weren’t shy when you were using those words.”
“i was just curious,” you told him.
“well how about i put my dick in that pretty pussy so i can cure your curiosity?”
A/N: miss the dreamies so bad it got me writing again😪 please enjoy this smut that i’ve been working on for a while that only @2cupids has known about LOL. feedback is so highly appreciated it’s been so long!! proof read but not rly oops. hope you enjoy:’)
Haechan scoffed when he viewed your story. Jealousy washing over his body when he saw you kissing another man on the cheek. the caption reading happy one month with a pink heart emoji. “Unbelievable” he mumbled to himself, tossing his phone. Surely you were only posting that to make him upset right?
You and haechan parted ways a long time ago. Two years ago to be exact haechan still believing you loved him and only moved on to get a reaction out of him. Which.. wasn’t true. You stopped worrying about haechan the day you two broke up. Threatening to get a restraining order made him back off a little, giving you the chance to call the quits. Haechan tried to rationalize with you saying he couldn’t live without you and wanted to remain good friends even if you two weren’t together anymore. You were easy to manipulate though that quickly came to an end.
Your ‘friendship’ lasted maybe a good week before you stopped returning his phone calls and blocked him on everything. Now here you are two years later in a happy relationship, new friends, and even a better job. Haechan hasn’t even crossed your mind since you’ve been with Jake, finally feeling safe in a relationship for once.
Haechan on the other hand still kept tabs on you. Though you blocked him and all his friends he still had an old burner account he used to stalk your socials. He was happy to see you happy but hated that it wasn’t him being there for you and all your new accomplishments. He hated seeing you under another man. He hated that you were purposely posting all this to make him jealous. To make him react this way.
He shakes his head, smacking his dry lips together, how could you just move on that easily?
Haechan had to think of a way to get you back into his life again.
You laid your head on your boyfriend's chest as you slowly began to drift off to sleep. Your phone buzzed ignoring the first two times it went off getting up to check it the third time it buzzed. The number that texted you was a number you didn't save or recognize, figuring someone just had the wrong number. Your eyes went wide at the three video attachments of you fucking haechan and giving him head. ‘Why does he still have these?’ You asked yourself. Your heart sank at the following messages. He found you yet again.
Unknown: Remember these?
Unknown: Oh how I miss you and your tongue. I still watch these videos to get myself off
Unknown: come on y/n don’t ignore me :((
Unknown: maybe i should send these videos to jake huh? show him how much fun we used to have.
You froze at the text.. How did he know who Jake was?
You: please delete those videos haechan. seriously please
Unknown: look who finally decided to reply!
Unknown: come over and maybe i’ll consider deleting
You: please don’t do this again. just delete them and we both can go our separate ways donghyuck.
Unknown: either you come over or i send it to him. your call
Haechan smiled to himself when you texted you were on the way. He was going to make you his again.
Haechan decided to tidy up the place before your arrival, spraying some cheap air freshener in his living room to make his apartment seem more comfortable. He wanted seeing you again to be memorable, setting up a camera in the far left corner in his living room hiding it good enough so you wouldn’t see. His hands felt sweaty and his heart rate was increasing, butterflies filling his tummy. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to see you, a grin slowly creeping on his face.
You had a horrible feeling about how this whole thing was going to go. Haechan never takes no for an answer and you had a gut feeling it was going to take everything in you to get him to delete those old videos. The pit of your stomach began to drop when you arrived at his apartment. Horrible flashbacks started playing in the back of your head when you parked your car. let’s just get this over with you thought to yourself as you approached Haechan’s door.
It’s like he could feel your presence at the door opening it before you even knocked. He smiled, “hi”
“hey..” you mumbled under your breath barely looking at him.
Haechan opened the door wider welcoming you in. Everything was still the same.. the exact same. Same old raggedy furniture that he should’ve thrown away years ago. Even your old pictures of the two of you were hanging on the wall. All the memories between you two begin to flood your mind and you need to get haechan to delete these videos so you could leave and never think about him again.
“Come sit,” Haechan patted his thigh, that shit eating grin resting on his lips. You didn’t want to upset or trigger anything obeying everything he asked you to do. You sat on his knee, hands resting uncomfortably in your lap. “So tell me what’s been new? How are things with your little boyfriend?” he asked, moving your hair out of your face to see you better, making you close your eyes at his touch. “Things are okay...”
“Just okay?” he asked emphasizing on ‘just’
“things are good..” you corrected yourself trying to shift off his lap a bit haechan pulling you closer to him squeezing your thigh. “Why are you trying to run away from me?” He asked with a slight pout to his lips
“Haechan.. please” your voice was barely above a whisper refusing to make eye contact with him. “I just want you to delete the videos so we can go our separate ways again”
“Come on, you don’t miss me?” you didn’t reply quick enough for his liking making haechan pull you all the way onto his lap a gasp leaving your lips as you now straddled him.
“Haechan” you called softly “ohh now you can hear me” he let out a teasing laugh rubbing his hands up and down your thigh.
“please..” you begged once again. Haechan rubbed your cheek so softly and sweet like he actually cared about anything you were asking him for. He reached in the front of his pocket pulling his phone out unlocking it and showing you his messages. The video of you two already loaded up to be sent to jake. All it took was one press.
“Haechan please stop” you cry, “i’ll do anything!” you blurted out reaching for the phone.
Haechan locked it and looked down at you. And there it was. He knew you were gonna eventually give in.
He rests his arms on the couch looking at your head tilted to the side. “Get on your knees”
You hesitated getting off his lap kneeling between his spread legs. Your hands were shaking unbuckling his jeans only pulling his pants down far enough to free his cock. Haechan hisses at the cool air hitting his tip dripping in pre-cum. your lips glide over his length trying your best to fit him in your mouth. bobbing your head back and forth gently Haechan getting impatient with this little act you were putting up. You’ve sucked his dick plenty of times. Why are you acting like you don’t know what you are doing?
He grabbed a fistful of your hair making you yelp “Are you trying to piss me off huh?” he slapped you across the face making you close your eyes from the sting.
You shook your head no. “I can’t hear you” he slaps you again, a tear falling down your cheek. “no..” you sniffled.
“Then do it right” he pushed your head back down onto his cock doing the work for you.
“fuck” he mumbled under his breath pushing your face all the way down on his cock almost cumming on the spot watching you gag. You pinched at his thigh trying to get him to let go so you could breathe but Haechan didn’t care. He just wanted to get his dick wet by his favorite girl.
He finally pulled you up smirking at the way you gasped for air. He let out a moan at the sight of you. Drool and spit dripping down your chin and chest. Eyes filled with tears. He loved seeing you all messy like this. He swore his cock got harder from you crying. For him it was his favorite site. He grabbed you by the jaw guiding you back to his lap.
“Sit on it” you sniffled again wanting to tell him no but couldn’t risk making him more upset. Taking a step back to take your shorts and panties off. You align his cock up with your entrance gripping onto his shoulders to help steady yourself. Haechan surprisingly lets you take your time easing down on his cock the stretch feeling unbelievable.
Haechan let out a sigh when you finally sat all the way. Hands gripping your hips “still so fucking tight— shit”
“y/n— you gotta move or fuck— i’ll fuck up into you” you let your hands rest on his shoulder slowly beginning to bouce up and down.
“it hurts.. you’re too big” you mumbled in between sobs.
“Jake doesn’t fill you up this well does he baby?” you close your eyes at the mention of Jake. Feeling completely horrible for even doing this.
“You missed me didn’t you?” Haechan asked, thrusting up into you watching the way you bite your lip to hold back your moan.
your legs were growing weak and you felt like you could cum in any second. You wanted to keep your eyes closed but couldn’t help but look at the way haechan was so into it. His head was thrown back resting against the couch as he helped you bounce on his big cock. Lip snuck between his teeth watching the way his cock goes in and out of your sweet cunt.
“it’s so big,” you whimpered. “I know baby” Haechan cooed wiping at your tears.
“missed you and this pretty fucking pussy so much” he shook his head, “can’t believe you stayed this tight”
you tried to ignore his words grabbing at his shoulders so hard you were sure he’ll have marks in the morning.
“so pathetic your boyfriend can’t get you off the way i can”
“stop” you managed to mumble out. “What's wrong? don’t like it when i talk about your sweet boyfriend?” he teased.
“How do you think he’ll feel if he saw you right now? Whoring yourself out like this for me?” the tears wouldn’t stop. You hid your face in his shoulder begging him to stop bringing Jake up.
He let out a laugh at the way you hid yourself rubbing circles in your clit. “Haechan please.. stop” you weren’t even sure if you were letting out real words anymore. Your head was dizzy and full off of being a shitty girlfriend and Haechan.
“You’re so fucking close i know you” he laughed. “Cumming from the thought of your boyfriend seeing us fuck hm? Pretty fucked up way of thinking huh pretty girl?” The tears wouldn’t stop still hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
“you’re only crying because you feel bad for enjoying this” you begin to sob harder because he’s right.
You didn’t miss haechan and you didn’t miss your relationship but you missed this. The sex life. His big cock that he only enjoyed abusing on you. You love Jake and everything about him but you knew for a fact he wouldn’t fill you up the way Haechan is right now.
“Gonna cum in you” Haechan groaned, closing his eyes shut. You jolted up at his words telling him no.
“Gonna cum in your sweet cunt” Haechan moaned again ignoring your first protest.
“Haechan you can’t! i’m not on the pill—“ he covered your mouth with his left hand tossing his head back as he came in you. Filling you up so good. You closed your eyes at the feeling letting another tear fall down your cheek. Haechan finally took his hand off your mouth trying to catch his breath.
He unlocked his phone showing you to your face that the videos are gone. Deleting all three. You still sat there cheeks puffy and eyes swollen red from all your crying. Haechan wiped your face and kissed your cheeks.
“You don’t have to worry anymore okay? it’s all done” you gave him a nod getting off to clean yourself up before heading home. You couldn't wait to be back in Jake’s arms again.
When you left his apartment haechan promised not to contact you. Apologizing for bothering you in the first place again. You felt pretty good about it this time not feeling the need to block him on anything.
Haechan reached behind his flower pot, stopping the video he recorded. He smiled to himself when he hit play hearing your sobs and pleads. God it was good enough to get him hard again but not tonight. He uploaded the video to his laptop adding to a folder labeled ‘y/n’ where he kept all videos and pictures of you over the past two years. He walked up to his calendar lifting up the page to October. Circling October 21st. That’s when he’ll text you again with another video, surprise. He couldn’t believe how easy this was again.
warnings: noncon, manipulation, explicit sexual content, brief physical abuse.
wc: 1.1k
inspired by this story from @riizeblr ! the og idea is so good — cr. to her <3 (hope the tag is okay!)
Kun just can’t stop. Well, that’s what he convinces himself. That your little cunt is simply too tight for him to stop fucking it. Too warm and wet.
He would have preferred if Ten wasn’t there, too, but he guesses he couldn’t do this without him. He’s the only one who understands him. Or, at least, who wouldn’t judge him for having normal desires.
That’s how he felt when he saw you in the hotel lobby. He felt desire, a strong want to have you in some way.
You were speaking to the receptionist, probably booking a room. You had spoken in English, and when he heard that, he somewhat felt a little disappointed. Yes, he can understand a little English, but he struggles a lot.
How could he have you if he can’t communicate with you?
With Ten’s help that he so generously offered, seeing his friend’s expression when looking at you. It was blatantly obvious that he was attracted to you and wanted to do something about it.
That’s how you ended up here, on the floor of their hotel room with Kun’s body between your legs.
Ten’s easy going, so friendly and charming. He only needed to smile at you and use kind words to lure you in while Kun stood beside, unable to control his staring.
So naive, he thought as you followed Ten inside, but it worked in his favour. He definitely owes his friend after that one.
Kun reaches down to kiss you, forcing your mouth open and exploring it with his tongue, muffling your noises at the same time. You squirm underneath him, trying to thrash your arms away, but Kun holds them down firmly on each side of your head. He pays it no mind. He’s been anticipating this moment since he’s laid eyes on you.
As he pulls away, your lips all swollen and glossy, Ten chuckles, prompted on the bed that you’re laying in front of. He laughs lightly, like it’s really funny to see one of his closest friends use a poor foreigner girl for his own pleasure.
You cry, still trying to pull on your wrists, glancing at Ten, eyes clearly fearful and desperate. He smiles in a way that seems innocent , but you know better than to trust this man, now. His intentions are just purely evil.
Kun then mumbles something incomprehensible to you, his face really close to yours, slowly thrusting his cock into you.
“He wants you to look at him,” Ten explains, raising his eyebrows to encourage you to do just that.
You sob, reluctantly turning your head, meeting the eyes of the man who’s forcing his cock between your walls without any remorse.
His floppy bangs brushes your face, making you frown at the ticklish feeling. His mouth is fully open, letting out heavy breaths that directly hit you in the face. You quietly whimper, holding eye-contact because that’s what he wants you to do.
You keep clenching around him, and Kun just can’t get enough. Voluntarily or not, he loves feeling you tightening around his girth, makes him believe you want this as much as he does. What a pretty little thing you are.
Kun says something else, his voice rumbling through your ear, and you know he addresses you, talks to you, but Ten has to translate for him in order for you to understand, to do what he wishes.
Ten chuckles again, registering Kun’s words before translating them in English for you. “Call him gege,” he instructs.
That’s what makes you break eye-contact with Kun to his dismay, glancing at Ten in utter confusion. You shake your head as a no, and that upsets him.
Ten reaches your face and slaps you, which inevitably makes your head turn to the side, a cry escaping your lips. It wasn’t as hard as you anticipated it to be, but it was sharp. Enough to make you scrunch your eyes shut.
The thrusts have suddenly stopped and when you open your eyes back, Kun shoots a glare at Ten, clearly not appreciating what he just did.
“What? You want her to do what you want or not?” He questions his friend. “I’m just motivating her, that’s all,” Ten groans, defending his actions.
“Don’t-” Kun begins, searching for his words, “touch her.”
Ten only rolls his eyes, “whatever.” He looks back at you, now seeming more annoyed than playful. “Come on; gege, it isn’t difficult.”
You hate him. You hate the two of them.
As you face Kun, he gradually goes back to his pace, continuing to fuck your pussy, lewd, squelching noises echoing in the room. His hold around your wrists seems to tighten, moving your hands higher above your head as he moves his hips back and forth.
You swallow down the uncomfortable lump in your throat, blinking to try to clear your view that has been obstructed by the flow of your tears. “Gege,” you finally say in a low tone, cheeks burning hot from the humiliation that you feel.
A high-pitched moan slips past your lips when he pounds into you with more force, biting down on your lip to suppress the accidental sounds you make.
You pronounce it with a slight accent, but Kun doesn’t mind. It sounds pretty good, in his opinion. It sounds right. Sounds how he likes it.
He murmurs a praise he knows you don’t understand, but Ten is quick to translate.
“He said you’re a good girl,” Ten smirks.
This time, you don’t look away from Kun. You just take it. Endure it.
It doesn’t take long until he steadies his hips and you soon feel him filling you up, releasing himself inside of you. He thrusts two or three times before your cunt milks him totally dry, pulling out of you with a satisfied groan.
For the only genuine kindness that he has, he pulls your underwear back up and covers your pussy. You don’t say a word, you just follow his rhythm, getting up on your feet.
You feel lightheaded, your legs a bit wobbly. It’s like there’s a gaping hole between your legs and you can’t ignore it, nor will you be able to in the next few hours.
Kun and Ten bring you to the door, Kun’s hand grasping your bicep to prevent you from tripping over. He opens the door, but Ten holds you back for a second.
“Wish I had laid eyes on you first if I knew it was that easy to have you,” he whispers beside your ear, a playful smile drawn on his face.
Kun watches, a little irritated he doesn’t catch on what Ten said to you, but he can conclude it’s nothing sweet by the way your eyes widden.
You quickly leave their hotel room, not once looking behind and Ten closes the door.
It doesn’t matter anymore. He got what he wanted, and that’s it.
Being forced by his label to learn English fucking sucks but his tutor makes it just a little more bearable
Warnings: Wooyoung as his own warning, Language, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Idol x English!Teacher, Sapiosexual!Wooyoung, Slight!Jealousy, Academia Talk, Humor, Teasing, Smut (+18), heavy make out sesh, Slight Pervy!Wooyoung, Whimpering!Wooyoung, Dirty Talk, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Grinding, Brattiness, Self Degradation, Neediness, Slight Dub/CON, Dom/Sub undertones
Ft. Wooyoung and his canonical degradation kink
"What you need to understand is that Shakespeare used a significant amount of his time cautioning his audience against the perils of this mortal coil." Despite your vexation warming the pits of your stomach, you're thankful that your voice does not relay how utterly irritated you actually are. Your back is straight, giving nothing away of your exhaustion as you point to your copy of a Literature textbook.
"So, maybe I should've initially explained that the biggest theme of this sonnet is grief," you explain, drearily, letting your fingers knot into your curls as you soldier on through the text.
You could almost hear your coworkers discrediting you right now. How could one manage to hit the holy grail in getting chosen to tutor a bunch of stars and utterly fail at it in the process? Your PhD is mourning her sorrows.
"That is bad tutoring on my part, I apologise, Mr Jung, Sir," it is virtually impossible to bend into a full on bow in your current position on the chair adjacent to his bed so you settle for a quick nod of the head while skilfully avoiding eye contact.
"That's okay," Wooyoung lazily waves a hand in front of his face, "I just nearly threw up from hearing you call me 'Mr Jung'. Girl, I cried during Frozen 1 and 2... I am not the one you should be calling Mr Jung."
His ears visibly perk up just a little higher at the sound of your unprofessional, slightly airy chuckle. It has him practically scrounging for the need to hear you laugh like that again, to see your head be thrown back in a careless guffaw that only he is able to see.
But the moment ends as quickly as it began and you're visibly punishing yourself for your unprofessionalism by assuming your stoic academic role demeanour more.
"I think Mr Jung might be a little bit more professional." You finally look up at the boy sitting lazily against the headboard of his impressive king sized bed. Out of all the members you taught, you had only ever been permitted to see the inside of Wooyoung's bedroom - under the guise that he simply cannot function by being forced to sit on uncomfortable dining room chairs.
You sit opposite the bed, on a chair, to maintain some semblance of your dwindling professionalism,
"Mr Jung is so boring though!" He exclaims, throwing his head backwards and letting it sink into his mountain of fluffy pillows, "Wooyoung is completely fine! Or perhaps Baby. Or even Sexiest Man You've Ever Had The Pleasure Of Seeing," his lips curl into a smirk, "Your choice."
The text book is long forgotten amongst the dispersed sheets as Wooyoung glances up at you from his perch against his pillows. Of all the members, Wooyoung is also especially difficult to work with, not in any academic capacity, just in the sense that his advances are endless. And whether he actually means it - whether that twinkle in his eye accompanied by that cheeky grin was really real, or just endless teasing due to his innate flirtatious design. You might never really know.
"I can't in good conscious refer to you by that last option." You reply with a light shrug before crossing your legs in front of you, "I've met Choi San, and I'm not in the business of lying to you,"
"Oh! That's how we're gonna play now!? You're just gonna bring up another man in my presence? I thought the relationship we had was something special?"
"I'm an underpaid, mediocre teacher," You forget yourself and snort through a chuckle, "I have no time to forge special relationships."
He is stunned and slightly turned on by your cool commitment to the banter, not expecting you to hit back with such a quick jest.
As Wooyoung watches you from behind the few loose strands framing his face, his long hair loose, he realises he enjoys associating you with that forbidden word, even if it is just in his head.
Relationship.
"I'm not really into that negative self-talk." He says, watching you intently, "You're a good teacher."
"You're just saying that," You swat at the air in front of you, before burying your chin into your chest - that shy streak of yours rearing its head. He noticed that every sliver of a compliment led you to the involuntary need to disappear and Wooyoung wanted to correct that as best as he could.
"I say some stuff sometimes to make people feel better, yes," you finally look up at him from your scattered notes. His eyes are characteristically bright and his glistening lips are pulled into a small smile, "But this is not one of those times," He forces out, fighting against a familiar warmth pooling in the depths of his stomach.
"Right," you clear your throat, before assuming the role of tutor once again, "So… Sonnet 71 -"
In your periphery, Wooyoung raises his hand. Without looking up from your notes you reply, 'I know what you're gonna ask, Wooyoung but no, unfortunately you cannot refer to it as 'Sonnet 71'. Not many people care nowadays but the ones that do, want you to refer to the poem by its full title: 'No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead.'" there's a bravado that graces your tone as you settle into your tutelage. It allows you to assume an almost elevated role as your eyes scan the text while simultaneously stringing a web of tantalising words together.
Wooyoung tries to focus on exactly what it is you're actually saying, he really does, but soon, you're stifling a quiet yawn before stretching your left arm over your head. He does not believe you intended for your breasts to push up from the low dip of your v neck, but that's exactly what happens and that pool of lava that has been welling in his stomach slowly rushes to his cock. Needless to say, Wooyoung slyly grabs the textbook onto his lap.
"So Shakespeare's great caution is that of grief. It's okay to mourn your loved ones but not to mourn them in routine, because that then can become a second death, equally as detrimental. Are you listening, Wooyoung?" his head snaps up from your chest, to the sound of the light scolding in your voice and he can instantly conclude that he is hard. He's not sure why, but your tone has his resolve weakening, and his head spiralling further into a fog.
"Please tell me, you're listening, Wooyoung. This is very important," He nods slowly with his shoulders hunched, and his eyebrows curved into crescents. He did not trust himself to speak, not when your words had him imagining you scolding him petulantly while he plowed into you from behind. Screaming at him to stop being so bad while he forced his hard cock deeper and deeper. He can vividly imagine your tight walls gripping his cock like a fucking vice while his fingers squeezed your nipples until they ached.
"Look, Wooyoung, I've been trying to be nice but it's been 3 hours and we're still on the first sonnet," he stopped his head from nodding profusely at the degradation that wants to seep into your tone while he watches you with darkened eyes. His fingers curl slowly into the ends of the open book on his lap, as he pushes his textbook into his lap. "We've done this long enough, Wooyoung," you continue with your ample chest beginning to rise and fall and the first signs of your bra strap, peeling from underneath your top. "You should know this, Wooyoung"
"Fuck," He involuntary groans, while he moves his textbook slightly, enough to create friction but not nearly enough to achieve the friction he actually desires. Before he gets completely ahead of himself, he stills his movements, opting to distract himself by speaking, instead.
"O-okay but if this is a poem about grief, why the hell am I seeing him talk about summer."
"Summer?"
Wooyoung nods, humming. "This man is talking about summer," he says, pointing to the book on his lap.
"Wooyoung…" You instinctively get up from your perch on your chair, advancing on him. Wooyoung visibly swallows as you plop yourself next to him, shoulder to shoulder as you peer over into the book on his lap. While your eyes frantically scan the printed ink, Wooyoung watches you from the side, trying to pen your face to memory, especially from having you so close.
"Wooyoung, this isn't the right poem!"
He watches you with slightly hooded eyes, completely unaware to anything outside of the tone of your voice
"It isn't?" He shakes his head, agreeing instantly with your scolding but not really hearing what you're saying. His words are slurred and his tone is distracted.
"Oh my gosh- you've completely missed the entire poem."
"I have?"
"Jesus, you haven't been listening to me, have you-"
He's already shaking his head as he leans in, muttering a quiet, "I haven't," as the tips of his fingers find the underside of your chin and drags you towards him. Dazed.
You're utterly dazed as soon as your lips connect with his. Somehow, the entire concept of space and time and everything in between seems utterly useless, the words on the page seem frivolous and everything outside of this moment feels like it shouldn't have the right to exist. He is kissing you and soon you are kissing him back, filling the boy with an unprecedented sense of elation at having his attraction to you validated. He is so elated in fact, he pushes off his text book and, without breaking the kiss, manoeuvres you onto his lap instead.
You're gasping into his mouth as soon as you feel his bulge connect with your core, "I know, I know, I'm sorry," He murmurs drunkenly into your kiss, taking the time to push his tongue into your mouth and brush up desperately against yours. The tone of his voice steals all composure, and soon you're pushing against him, rushed and hurried, like a raging fire before the embers set. You and Wooyoung are absolutely unstoppable as his hands travel up and down the sides of your body, hungrily searching for any sliver of skin, needing to feel your body heat searing into him.
The very moment your hands slither into his thick, grown-out hair, he is utterly done for, bucking into your hips until his bulge was brushing hungrily against your core. A torrid moan espaces your throat when Wooyoung dips into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the softness of your skin and the comfort of your perfume while hands travel down your hips, urging you to move in tandem with him.
"So good," He mumbles against your skin, "You feel so good, baby." But your mind is flooded with a tempest of conflicting feelings and emotions as you pull lightly on his strands and follow along with his movements.
"Wooyoung…" you're panting breathlessly, suddenly painfully aware of how much your body responded to him.
"God, I love it when you say my name," He slurs as he continues to push up into you, finally settling into a needy but effective flow of movements.
Your panties are utterly soaked underneath your silk maxi skirt as the boy below you splays wet, lascivious kisses along your collar bones. Once he sees you're moving in tandem with how he needs you to, he releases one hand on your hip to paw desperately at your breasts.
"You've been-" your head is spinning as you try to formulate your sentence, "You've been sitting here with a hard on, my entire lesson?" Your words only spur his movements as Wooyoung clamps down around your torso, pushing you further down against his cock. "Fuck!" He screeches almost involuntarily at the delicious friction created by the heightened speed.
"So bad…" He murmurs drunkenly, as he begins to push up against your clit in a dangerous display of desperation, "I.. b-been so bad- m'sorry," Your head is thrown back into a moan stuck deep in your throat as you listen to the boy's needy whines, "m'so sorry, you're just so pretty," your hops move faster against his, not quite sure if this is a dream and too freaking terrified to find out as you hunt down the remnants of your oncoming orgasm.
"Wooyoung- you're gonna m-make me-"
Your hips are utterly restless against his, as you begin to grind down with immense passion. Wooyoung's head is spinning with the inevitability of making you cum. All he wants to do is make you happy. Think of how proud you'd be if he made you cum without even touching you really. You'd be so freaking happy you might just let him slide his cock inside your wet, slippery folds...
"O-Oh God, fuck- I'm cumming!" His hips rut erratically against yours, pushing agaisnt your clit until you're sent hurtling into your own orgasm. You're both moaning, whimpering messes as you grind against each other, Wooyoung clutching against your torso, with his head buried in your chest as your fingers pull mindlessly at his hair. He is in utter heaven, surrounded by the softness of your curves, with his head against the roundness of your chest. There is nothing better than this. Everything else is secondary.
"Fuck, I hate Shakespeare's but I'll read a 1000 of his poems if it means I get to do that again," he is the first to speak amongst your ragged, loud breathing.
genre/warnings; pure filthy smut, profanity, daddy mark,mark teasing you, you being desperate (the usual), finger sucking, thigh riding, making out, hints of sadism (?), dry humping, mark calling you good girl
summary; mark is not the saint everyone paints him out to be. you’re surprised at his reaction to your need of his affection.
word count; 980
authors note; i know i said i wouldn’t be writing… i didn’t! this is something i’ve had for a while that just needed some freshening up! hope you all enjoy ;) if i have any misspellings it's bc im editing this at 3 am....
YOU LOVED ATTENTION.
it was a natural thing for you to yearn for. what you didn’t really expect was for you to beg for it. while meeting mark, you underestimated the power he has over you. unintentionally, his charm and charisma lured you in unexpectedly.
mark is sweet, kind, and well-rounded. never would you have assumed that “tease” would be a word to describe him.
you sat on his lap, arms around his neck and teasingly biting his lips. ceasing your makeout session at random times to tease him even further. your knees squeeze closer around his waist while his hand's sliver down from your hips to your thighs. he grunts every time you scoot closer to his crotch, his visible hard-on pressing against your clothed core.
breaking your lips apart from his, you rest your hands on his knees, leaning back to catch air while closing your eyes. slightly panting at the intensity of the contact of lips. mark opens his legs wider, hands back on your waist. squeezing your hips with the desperation to be in you, he sits back more comfortably while he rests back against the couch.
his hand slivers up to your throat, bringing you face to face with him. the last thing you hear is a gravelly “god fucking damn,” before your body buzzes again. mark brings your lips against him, smothering you in his taste. closing your eyes you feel nothing but a dopamine rush throughout your veins and your pussy pulsing to have mark on you. your body seems to be burning every second mark touches you. his hand lays against the back of your neck, somehow pushing your lips even further into his. teeth clash into one another but neither of you pays no mind.
you don’t notice the whimpering noises in your throat– not so subtly made– or your core trying to push against mark’s jean-clad cock. you do though– notice mark's tilting smirk that edges you on further to let him roll his tongue into you. a guttural groan breaks the thin air. “fuck baby,” mark breaks away after noticing the way your hips try to push against his cock even more, almost like you were instinctively searching for him.
“more mark p-please more,” you exclaim while gripping his static hands on your hips. you needed him, and badly, desperately, like your brain or body is unable to function without his dick in you. heat rising from your tummy while waiting for mark to take you to his room.
“beg for it.”
startled at the way he sounded, demanding and absorbed in his own arousal. he doesn’t wait for your response, only moving you onto one of his thighs.
“know how much you like attention baby, better give me a good show.”
you say nothing other than whimper at his command, too desperate to at least feel something, even if it were his thigh. your underwear is nothing but a shield against his rough jeans. huffing at the difficulty to get off– even if you were still being stimulated– it wasn't enough. you needed mark. “please please mark,” you beg, hand scratching against his abs while the other tries to touch his hand.
“you better get off my thigh or you’re not getting anything at all,” mark swats your hands away and settles his hands on your hips once again. tears form from the frustration. mark knew, no matter what you tried to do, you can’t get off without him. he says nothing after, only leaning back and observing you in amusement and need. wetness seeps through your panties and onto his thigh, making the air thicker between you two as you both glance and acknowledge your wetness.
mark was on edge. he loved seeing you this way– desperate, trying to get off with no avail. he was edging himself along with you, palming his achy and leaking cock. groaning, he couldn’t wrap his head at how beautiful you looked. tears dampening your eyelashes, cheeks heated up and legs tense from the frustration.
he says nothing as he tenses up his thigh, enjoying the way you throw your head back in relief he's giving you something. you rock your pussy against him faster, almost bouncing on him, gripping his shoulders as mark traces your lips. spending a few seconds circling, entering his pointer and middle finger into your mouth to make you gag.
becoming breathless from not only the intrusion but the euphoria you feel head to toe. fastening your actions, bubbling in the excitement that you finally get to come. at least, that's what you think until you hear mark utter, “don’t come yet.”
you’d be embarrassed to see yourself in your haze of arousal, begging more than you would ever admit. sucking on mark’s fingers like it was the actual object you longed for, letting him gag you with his fingers and spanking you heavy-handedly.
“say thank you,” mark states, gripping your chin to bring your face closer to his. his fingers still in your mouth, you moan at the heat rampaging throughout your body, tingling all the right nerves for release. impatiently, he lets go of your chin and slaps your behind again, urging you to say the words. you don’t waste any more time, knowing his command is all you need to let go.
“thank you, daddy, th-”
“good girl. let go for me baby,” mark utters breathily, teeth clenching while watching you shake on his lap. moans spilling out, increasing in pitch as you cum. laying flat against his chest, catching your breath, and wiping away the tears from your eyes. mark kisses you on your forehead, resting against you.
“did so well baby, feelin’ okay?” he asks. nodding your head, you slither your hand against his bulge. mark groans out in surprise, giving you a questioning look.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, established relationship, yeosang has a fractured ankle, reader gives yeosang a handjob in the bath, mentions of a blowjob but no actual blowjob (sorry 😣)
word count: ~2.6k
synopsis: after yeosang gets injured, you have no problem helping him in any way he needs ;)
a/n: i’m such a sucker for fics where one partner is injured and the other takes care of them ;-; so i had fun writing this ^_^
posted: october 3, 2023
kinktober masterlist
“Augh!”
Your boyfriend yelped out in pain, getting your attention all the way from the kitchen where you were loading the dishwasher. You quickly shut the dishwasher door and bolted to the living room to check on him. You huffed in disappointment, getting a sheepish look from your boyfriend in return.
“You’re not supposed to stand up without me to help you,” you chided him, gesturing for him to sit back down on the couch, “What were you trying to do anyways?”
He frowned, plopping back down onto the couch and wincing from the discomfort he felt in his ankle, “I was trying to get the TV remote.”
“You should’ve called me, Yeo, I’m literally in the next room,” you spoke to him with a softer tone now, grabbing the remote from the table on the opposite end of the room to hand it to him. You got a good look at him, noticing the bags under his eyes and the flushed tone in his cheeks. He was so tired and in so much pain. The medicine the doctor had given him for his fractured ankle could only help so much, but Yeosang had been taking it like a champ for the most part. He was just having trouble adjusting to the ‘relying on people’ part of his injury.
“How are you feeling?” you asked him when he didn’t reply to your first comment.
He sighed, slumping further into the cushions, “Just like every other day. Terrible.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you couldn’t recount how many times you had asked him that question this past week, but Yeosang was growing irritated from hearing it. He appreciated your help, he did, but he couldn’t help but feel so pitiful and useless in this condition. Not being able to move on his own without risking even further injury. He hated relying on you to do his daily tasks.
“No, I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already am,” he admitted, looking past you at the TV.
Now you were the one frowning, taking the empty spot beside him, “You’re not bothering me. I’m happy to help you with whatever you need. If there’s anything I can do to make you feel a little better, then I want to do it.”
He glanced at you with a hint of a smile on his lips, “You’re too nice.”
“I was thinking helpful would be a better word,” you joked, making him chuckle softly. Just then an idea popped into mind, “What about a bath? I could use the new bubble bath I got, and the salts you like.”
Yeosang was usually a shower kind of guy, but being that he wasn’t able to stand for long with his ankle and there was no room for him to sit in the shower, he had been enjoying the tub more. Some nights you let him use the lavender-scented salts you bought, and he seemed to relax more with those. When you would go in to help him out of the tub, he would comment how much nicer your stuff smells than the ‘manly’ stuff he used.
“And if you want a spa experience, I can pull up some jazz music and hot towels.”
Yeosang laughed at that, nodding, “Okay, you’ve convinced me.”
You hopped up off the couch, glee apparent on your face as you did so, “Perfect. You stay right there while I go run the water. Don’t move a muscle!”
Yeosang watched with amusement as you ran off to the bedroom, and shortly after he could hear the faint sound of the bath water running. He didn’t realize, but he was grinning. He was wondering how he got so lucky to have someone in his life that cared about him the way you did. He thought he must’ve been a really great person in his past life, very charitable. He thought you must be his good karma returning to him.
“Okay,” you emerged from the bedroom several minutes later, “It’s ready for you.”
Your boyfriend waited until you got closer before he started to get up. You supported him with one arm, letting him rest some of his weight on you to keep it off of his left leg. He hissed as he took a step and felt the nerves firing in his ankle, making the limb below his calf ache.
“You okay?”
Yeosang nodded, and you helped him take the first step, then the next. A couple minutes later, he let out a sigh of relief as you both finally made it to the bathroom. You fixed him up sitting on the edge of the tub. He took a deep breath, a smile on his face as he took in the sweet smell of lavender and something else. That’s when he noticed the two eucalyptus candles that were lit on the counter across the room.
“Candles? Really?”
“I told you I was giving you the full spa experience,” you spoke nonchalantly, “Let’s get these off of you.”
He let you tug his shirt off of him, ruffling his hair up in the process. He pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees, and you took them from there, cautious of his ankle while removing them. Then you stood by, body tense while you let him settle in the tub by himself, ready at any moment to help if he needed you. But luckily he didn’t need any help. He hummed in satisfaction, sinking further into the water, rippling the bubbles away from him.
“Is the temp okay?”
He merely nodded and hummed, looking as cozy as a baby in a snug blanket. You broke out into a smile, walking away to get a towel for him.
“Call me if you need anything,” you told him, leaving the towel off to the side where he could reach. His eyes widened, and he sat up a little.
“Wait- I want you to stay here with me.”
“For what?”
“I just- I don’t want to be by myself. Can you just stay here and talk to me?”
How could you say no?
“Of course I can.”
You sat down beside the bathtub, letting your left arm rest along the edge. You rested your chin on your arm, then tilted your head so your cheek was pressed against your skin.
“Have you talked to the guys recently?” you asked him, trying to find a conversation to start.
“Yunho texted me this morning,” he replied, “Said it doesn’t feel the same getting breakfast without me.”
Small, soft smiles widened on both your cheeks and his at the wholesomeness. You knew Yeosang’s injury was hard for him, but it was also hard on you and his friends. Not having the usual, happy Yeosang around was weird, but at least you lived with him. You could still hang out with him, and you slept in the same bed as him at night. His friends didn’t have the same fortune, and these days they were so busy they barely had time to visit him. At this point they were just counting down the days until he was clear to roam around on his own so they could resume as normal. The eight amigos.
“They all miss you, I’m sure,” you said. You let the fingers on your right arm dip into the water. Your fingertips grazed over the surface, twirling the suds, making them dance. You entertained yourself with them as Yeosang talked about taking things for granted before. How he wished he could do his day-to-day stuff like normal again.
“Like what?” you questioned him, “You can do all the same stuff, you just need help to do it. And like I said, that’s what I’m here for.”
“But-“ your boyfriend paused, then decided against what he was going to say. But now you were intrigued.
“What?”
“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, ears turning pink. It seemed like he was a little ashamed or embarrassed of what he was thinking.
“No, tell me. What? Is my help not good enough?” you teased, “Because there’s no way you can say that after I did all this for you.” You gestured to the rest of the room.
He shook his head again, “No, you’ve been a big help. And I’m really thankful. It’s just- I need help with something that doesn’t have to do with my injury.”
The look he gave you was pointed, and at first you didn’t understand what he was implying. But it dawned on you after a moment. Of course, he was a human with needs and desires, and a body. Your eyes glanced down at the bubbles that were starting to dwindle down into suds, leaving empty patches of water on the surface. One patch just so happened to expose his half-erect penis in his lap.
When he first came home from the doctor’s, you were very strict about him taking it easy. You wanted him to recover as soon as possible. Sex was the last thing on your mind, and had been since. Your sole focus was taking care of him and making sure his needs were met, just not in that way. You weren’t even acknowledging your own needs in the process.
“Oh.”
“But it’s okay. I- I’ve been taking care of them, uh, when I get the chance,” his ears were red now, out of pure bashfulness. You found it cute. When he got like this, you loved teasing him, making him even more flustered.
“I’m sorry, my love. You should’ve told me,” you cooed, fingertips gliding across the water until they met his biceps. You grazed them, emerging from the water onto his wet skin. You felt him tense a bit under your touch, and it made your lips twitch.
“I was going to, but I felt bad. You’ve been helping me with so much. I don’t want to ask you for anything else,” he confessed.
“You’re not a burden, Yeo,” you assured him, making eye contact with him as your fingers came to rest on his shoulder. You drew lazy circles over his skin, making goosebumps appear on it, “I want to help you. With whatever you need.”
His eyes were hazy now, as if he was entranced by you. And honestly, he was. He had been thinking about fucking you for weeks now, but was unable to initiate anything in his state because he was nervous about furthering his injury in some way. And you weren’t initiating, so he resorted to suffering in silence. Eventually he got to the point that he couldn’t take it anymore, and he ended up fisting his cock furiously in the bathroom. But all he wanted was you.
He gulped when your hand moved to his chest, smoothing it over his pecs. Your fingertips pausing to squeeze his nipple lightly. He twitched, making you giggle. He was so sensitive. You loved it.
You trailed even further, breaking the water’s surface again to slip over his abs. The subtle terrain of muscles under skin that displayed how diligently he had worked out—well, up until he had fractured his ankle.
Then, you felt it. The sparse hair that grew along his V-line. The feeling of it had you drawing your lip between your teeth, because you knew what would soon follow.
The stretch of skin that led to what you really wanted. The base of his cock, now growing by the second. It was starting to throb in anticipation, turning red along the shaft. The thin veins were standing out. You wanted him in your mouth so bad, but you would have to make-do with your position right now.
You took him in your grasp, giving him the lightest squeeze, and yet he still let out a whimper. It was soft, so soft you almost missed it.
“How’s that, baby?”
“Good,” he squeaked out, “K-keep going. Please.”
The suds were almost non-existent by now, so you could see clearly everything you were doing below the water. You were both enjoying the show, eyes glued between his legs. His lips were parted, breaths coming out in pant-like bursts as you started to slowly drag your hand up and down his length. The friction was a little difficult to work through, but you were determined to make it work. You paused at the end of his dick, swiping your thumb over the slit. Precum floated through the water in little ribbons then disappeared. You couldn’t wait to have his cum do the same, and neither could he.
“Please,” he whined again, eyes closing for a moment. His hands were balling into fists at his side.
“Just relax, my love.”
He nodded, letting the back of his head rest against the edge of the tub. His eyes screwed shut even more as you continued to stroke him, a little faster this time. You saw his legs shift, moving the water in the tub. His body was preparing an orgasm all because of you. His chest moved up and down, and you could see his abs tensing. His fingernails were biting into his palms.
“________, it feels so good,” he whispered, “So much better than my hand.”
You bit back a smile, “I know, baby. Are you close? Can you cum for me?”
“Mhm,” he nodded eagerly, and as if on cue, his thighs tensed up.
You quickened your pace some more, an ache growing in your forearm, but you ignored it.
“What did you think about when you jerked off, Yeo? Me?”
“Yes,” he admitted it without hesitation.
“What about me?”
“Everything. Being inside you. In your mouth.”
“My mouth? You want to fuck my mouth, baby?”
“Yeah,” he moaned, eyes opening to look at you. You looked back at him with eyes full of allure, full of all the things he wanted and more. It drove him crazy, “Fuck, yes.”
“As soon as we get out of this bathroom, my mouth is all yours,” you said, watching his face twist into sexual agony. If it wasn’t for his godforsaken ankle, he would’ve had you bent over the bathroom counter already.
“Please,” he was desperate this time, and his body was getting closer to climaxing. He whined and his thighs thrashed, pushing the now-lukewarm water up along the tub’s edges.
Some of the water had managed to escape and roll down the outside of the bath, dripping down and falling to the floor. But you didn’t care, you ardently pumped his cock, choking up just below his tip. He loved when you did that, and it brought him even closer, until finally your name came out of his mouth in a whine.
His toes curled, and every part of his body clenched as rope upon rope of cum shot out of him and carried on the water over his lap. His cock twitched in your grip as your strokes slowed. Then you removed your hand from him completely, letting him recuperate. He melted into the water, sinking his shoulders below the surface. He sighed after a while of regaining his composure, but the tips of his ears remained a bright pink color.
“Best spa ever,” he breathed out, causing you both to laugh.
“I think if this was a real spa, I would be losing my job,” you joked, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
He turned his head to you, capturing your lips with his and deepening the kiss. He kissed you like he was hungry for you, teeth nipping at the skin of your lips. Your cheek was surprised to feel cool water when his hand reached up to hold it. The same, wet hand slid down from your face to your neck, fingertips digging into your skin the smallest amount. You groaned against his lips before he pulled away.
“Did you mean it? As soon as we leave the bathroom?” he asked, and you didn’t even have to think about it. You knew exactly what he was referring to.
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