⚠︎: explicit sexual content (18+), aphrodisiac use, dubcon , soft dom dynamics, Oral (sorta? F rec.) power imbalance (teasing/commanding), PinV, dirty talk, overstimulation, squirting, praise, aftercare, cuddling, fluff ending (lmk if i missed anything! :) )
summary: What starts as a joke turns into a long, slow night of indulgence—sweet, overwhelming, and unmistakably Theo.
Theo doesn’t rush you. He never does.
But tonight is different.
You’d bought the chocolates on a whim—heart-shaped, decadent, a little ridiculous. Aphrodisiac truffles, the listing promised. Slow-burning. Euphoric.
A joke, you told yourself. Something to laugh about later.
Theo had eaten one without hesitation, that half-smile of his already knowing. You swallowed yours with a sip of wine, giggling when nothing happened.
And for a while, it really was nothing.
You curled up together on the couch, a movie playing half-ignored on the screen. Theo’s arm draped loose around your shoulders. Your legs tangled with his. The kind of quiet night that felt familiar—comfortable. Easy.
An hour passed like that. Maybe more.
You almost forgot about the chocolates entirely.
Then everything happened.
The heat crept in first—not sudden, not sharp, but heavy. Slow. Pooling low in your stomach like it had all the time in the world. Your skin grew too aware of every touch, every shift against the couch, every absent brush of Theo’s fingers where they rested on your arm.
And when he moved—just slightly, turning to look at you—you felt it.
All at once.
Now his hand settles at your hip, thumb pressing in just enough to remind you it’s there—that he’s there. His other hand tilts your chin up, gentle but firm, calloused fingertips tracing the line of your jaw.
“Hey,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours. His breath fans over your lips, warm and sweet with chocolate. “Breathe.”
You do—for him—but it’s shaky. Your pulse thrums where his thumb strokes your neck, each pass slower than the last.
“That’s it,” he praises, voice roughening as your lashes flutter. His touch drifts lower, over your collarbone, pausing to toy with the neckline of your shirt. “You always get so tense when you overthink.”
A whimper slips out before you can stop it. You are overthinking—how his pupils are blown wide, how your body arches toward him without permission, how every brush of fabric feels like too much and not enough.
Theo notices. Of course he does.
His lips brush your ear, words sinking into your skin; “Let me take care of it, yeah?”
It’s not a question. Not when his palm slides up your ribcage, stealing your breath. Not when his teeth graze your earlobe and your knees buckle.
You nod anyway.
“Good,” he whispers, catching you against him. One arm bands around your waist, hauling you flush to his chest. His free hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back. Your vision blurs around the edges. God… He hasn’t even done anything yet. And yet you feel weak, needy, desperate. His thumb drags along your jaw, and you lean into his touch
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp—golden light spilling just enough to outline the sharp angles of Theo’s face, the curve of his throat as he dips his head to yours. Shadows stretch lazily across the walls, the rest of the world dissolving into quiet.
His grip tightens—not bruising, but certain—as he tugs you closer, your body molding against his chest like it was made to fit there. The air between you is thick with shared breaths, your exhales mingling, shallow and uneven.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire. His fingers trail down your neck, tracing the rapid flutter of your pulse. “So pretty when you’re like this.”
You whimper—half protest, half plea—as his other hand slips beneath your shirt, calloused palms skating over heated skin. Every touch lingers, deliberate, like he’s savoring the way you tremble beneath him.
“Feel good?” he asks, though he already knows the answer. His lips brush your earlobe, teeth grazing just enough to make your knees weak. “Or do you need more?”
It’s not a question. Not when his thigh presses between yours, not when his fingertips tease the waistband of your pants, slow and teasing.
And god, you’re wrecked for him—
You can feel his patience unraveling…the way his breath hitches when your hips roll up against his thigh, the faint tremor in his fingers as they dip just beneath fabric.
Theo notices everything.
The way your pulse jumps when his thumb brushes lower. The bitten-off moan you try to swallow. Even the way your legs tense—like you’re debating whether to cling or kick.
His laugh is a dark, velvet thing against your ear. “Uh-uh.” A hand slides up your inner thigh, pushing gently until you’re spread wider beneath him. “None of that.”
You whine—high, desperate—and that’s when he kisses you. Deep. Claiming. All tongue and teeth and the kind of patience that feels like torture.
When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, your chest heaving.
Theo’s voice is wrecked. “Fuck, sweetheart. Look at you.”
Theo’s lips curve against your skin when you shift impatiently beneath him—hips arching off the couch in silent demand, fingers twisting in his shirt.
“Ah-ah.” His hand splays across your stomach, pressing just firmly enough to still you. The other tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Thought I said I’d take care of you,” he murmurs, thumb dragging over your bottom lip. “Or are you trying to test me?”
His voice is honey-thick—warm, indulgent—but there’s no missing the edge beneath it. A quiet warning.
You bite your lip.
“Maybe.”
Theo exhales, amused. Then his grip shifts, fingers threading through your hair to cradle your skull as he leans down. His kiss is slow, deep, devouring, until you’re gasping.
“Sweetheart,” he breathes against your mouth, “you wanna come? Then be good.”
A whimper builds in your throat. His hand slides down—past your ribs, past the waistband of your pants—and—
"There. Now you can move."
The second his fingers find you—finally—your back arches off the couch with a broken cry. Theo’s other hand catches your hip, his grip firm but soothing as he guides you through the first slow circles.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, lips grazing your temple. “God, listen to you.” Every little gasp, every shuddering moan you can’t swallow down—he drinks them in like they’re his favorite melody.
You’re so close already, hips rolling desperately into his touch, but Theo just tsks, slowing his fingers to a maddening tease. “Patience.” His free hand tilts your face toward his, thumb smearing the wetness from your lower lip. “Want you to feel it.”
And you do—every brush of his fingertips, every deliberate drag against your clit, the way his own breath goes uneven when your thighs tremble around his wrist.
“Theo—please—” You choke on his name, nails digging into his shoulder.
He groans, forehead dropping to yours. “Fuck, that sound.” His rhythm turns relentless, matching the snap of his hips against the couch where he’s grinding down, just as desperate.
“c’mon sweetheart, let go for me.”
When you shatter, his mouth is there to catch your sob, his praise spilling between kisses: “Perfect. So good for me.”
Theo’s lips leave yours with a wet sound, your breaths mingling in the dim light as he pulls back just enough to study your face. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, smearing the gloss of shared kisses.
“Still with me?” he murmurs, voice rough.
You nod, even as your thighs tremble around his hips—still sensitive from your first orgasm, the aftershocks flickering through you like tiny sparks.
His eyes darken.
Slowly, deliberately, he drags his fingers down your stomach, past the mess you’ve already made, until his fingertips press there—where you’re still throbbing, wet and swollen.
You jerk, a gasp catching in your throat.
“Shh.” His free hand strokes your inner thigh, soothing. “Just let me…”
And then his mouth is on you, tongue flat and hot against your folds, lapping up every drop with a groan that vibrates through your bones.
Fuck.
Your hips twitch, oversensitive, but Theo doesn’t stop—just nuzzles deeper, lips sealing around your clit to suck gently, so gently, until the sharpness melts back into pleasure.
“Theo—”
He hums against you, fingers digging into your hips to hold you still. “Told you I’d take care of you.”
When he finally lifts his head, his lips are slick, his pupils blown.
“Now,” he breathes, lining himself up, *“Let me take care of myself too.”*
Theo’s hips roll into yours with a slow, agonizing drag, his forehead pressed to yours as he takes his time—reveling in the way you clench around him, the choked-off whimpers spilling from your lips.
“Again,”
he rasps, fingers threading through yours, pinning your hand above your head.
“Want you to come again—want you to come with me.”
You shake, oversensitive and overwhelmed, but his mouth finds your pulse point, sucking gently as his thrusts deepen—just a fraction—enough to make your toes curl.
“I know, baby. I know.”
His free hand slips between you, thumb circling your clit with relentless precision.
“Just like that… fuck, you take me so well.”
The pleasure builds like a slow burn, tightening your stomach, your thighs, until you’re gasping his name like a prayer—
And then it happens.
A hot, sudden rush—your back arching off the bed as you squirt, your fluids soaking his thighs, the sheets, his fingers still working you through it.
Theo’s groan is filthy.
“Christ— didn’t see that coming.”
But he doesn’t stop—just fucks you through it, his pace turning uneven, his voice wrecked.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go. Fuck—”
His hips stutter, and then he’s burying himself deep, spilling inside you with a groan that shakes his entire body.
Theo doesn’t pull away—just collapses half on top of you, his breath hot against your shoulder as he peppers lazy kisses along your collarbone. Your skin is still oversensitive, still tingling, and when his thumb accidentally brushes your hip, you jolt with a whine.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, grinning against your skin like he’s not sorry at all. His hand strokes down your side, soothing. “Just wanna savor you a little longer.”
You squirm, but he pins you gently with his weight, nuzzling into the curve of your neck. "Shh. Let me take care of you."
His lips trail up your throat, slow and worshipful, before finding yours in a kiss that’s more breath than pressure. When he finally moves to clean you up, his touch is featherlight—warm cloth gliding between your thighs, his other hand cupping your cheek like you’re something precious.
You whimper when he hits a particularly tender spot, and he pauses, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "I know, baby. Almost done."
Theo traces idle patterns over your hip, your legs still tangled together, the living room quiet except for the shared rhythm of your breathing and a movie playing in the background.
"Never gets old," he murmurs, voice sleep-thick. His thumb brushes the inside of your wrist—a silent thank you, a silent mine.
You tilt your head to look at him, catching the way the dim light softens the sharp lines of his face. "What doesn’t?"
A huff of laughter. "You. Like this." His fingers drift up to tuck a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. "All messy. All happy."
You nudge his ribs with your knee, grinning when he oofs dramatically. "You’re such a sap."
"Your sap," he corrects, rolling just enough to pin you beneath him, grinning down at you. "And you’re stuck with me."
Theo’s fingers trail lazily down your spine as you both finally catch your breath, limbs still tangled in the rumpled sheets. Your stomach growls—loud enough to make him chuckle against your shoulder.
“Damn, sweetheart.” His lips brush your skin. “We work you that hard?”
You swat at his chest, but he catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your wrist before reaching for his phone. “Bulgogi pizza?”
“With extra kimchi sauce,” you sigh, melting into the pillows.
He grins, thumb already scrolling through the delivery app. “And a side of ‘I can’t believe you made me squirt.’”
Your laugh is muffled against his bicep. “Shut up.”
Theo stays wrapped around you, like he’s in no rush to let the moment end. One arm is heavy across your waist, grounding, while his thumb traces slow, absentminded circles into your skin—counting you back down.
“You good?” he murmurs, voice low, careful.
You nod, pressing your face into his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath your cheek. Safe. Familiar.
“That’s my girl,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss into your hair. “Always so good for me.”
You hum, limbs boneless, the room still warm and dim around you. Somewhere outside, a car passes. Life keeps going. Theo doesn’t move.
Then your stomach betrays you with a soft, unmistakable growl.
He snorts. “No way.”
You groan, half-embarrassed, half-laughing. “Shut up.”
Theo shifts just enough to grab his phone from the table, still keeping you tucked against him. “You want me to take care of that too?” he asks, already smiling.
You peek up at him. “Bulgogi pizza.”
“Obviously,” he says, tapping the screen. “Extra kimchi sauce?”
You sigh happily. “You know me so well.”
He leans down, presses a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “That’s kind of my thing.”
When he sets the phone aside, he pulls you back in—firm, gentle, like he’s claiming the quiet as much as you.
“C’mon,” Theo murmurs. “Let’s just stay like this ‘til it gets here.”
And you do.
Theo stays wrapped around you for a long moment, his chest warm against your back, one hand resting steady at your waist like an anchor. He shifts only when he feels you sag—boneless now, spent—and even then it’s careful, unhurried.
“Easy,” he murmurs, guiding you upright. “I’ve got you.”
He helps you dress without comment, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Slips your undergarments back on with gentle hands, tugging fabric into place, checking your face every so often like he’s making sure you’re still here with him. His hoodie comes next—warm, oversized, smelling like him. He pulls it over your head and smiles when you immediately curl into it.
“Perfect,” he says softly.
Theo presses a cold glass into your hands next, fingers lingering until you’ve got a good grip. “Drink,” he tells you, not unkind. “Slow.”
You take a few sips, water cool against your throat, and he watches like it matters—like this is part of it too. When you’re done, he sets the glass aside and pulls you back against him, legs tangling easily as you settle into the couch again.
The room is quiet. Comfortable. The movie is still playing, forgotten but familiar, its light flickering across the walls.
Theo nudges his chin against the top of your head. “We’re gonna hear the doorbell and regret everything,” he says, amused.
You hum. “Worth it.”
“Always,” he replies.
When the pizza finally arrives, he’s the one who gets up—drapes a blanket over you first, kisses your temple, then pads off to grab it. He comes back smelling like takeout and warmth, setting the box between you before pulling you right back into his side.
You eat curled up together, sharing slices, laughing softly when kimchi sauce drips dangerously close to his sleeve. It’s messy and easy and so normal it makes your chest ache a little.
Theo wipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth without thinking, smiles when you squint at him. “Happy?” he asks.
You lean into him, hoodie sleeves swallowing your hands. “Yeah.”
He presses a kiss to your hair, arm tightening around you just a bit. “Good.”
And this time, nothing happens at all—and it’s perfect.
A/N: hi lovelies! this fic was inspired by an anon request for softdom Theo—thank you so much for the idea! I didn’t have anything planned for him, so I’m really glad you reached out. I hope this feels soft and indulgent in all the right ways. likes and comments are appreciated, and reblogs/shares mean the world!
Imagining sleepy pillow talk with keeho and soft popcorn kisses mixed with slow kisses him talking in his low voice.
Woooowwowowow
Ahem cough cough I think I got carried away..... lowkey keeho x long distance!gf reader
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Keeho was a warm weight against you. His arm was draped heavily over your waist, pressing you to the mattress, while his face was buried in the crook of your neck. You could feel the slow drag of his eyelashes against your skin every time he blinked, fighting off the pull of sleep just to enjoy more time with you, even if was only for a few minutes longer.
He shifted, the sheets rustling softly, and he hummed deep and low, the sound ticking your ear.
"You’re still awake?" he murmured.
"Just barely." you whispered back, turning in his embrace so you could face him.
Keeho didn't speak immediately. Instead, he let his eyes wander over your face, memorizing the features.
He looked so soft like this, his usual high energy and sharp wit replaced by a lazy, unassuming affection. He moved closer, eliminating the last inch of space between you, and pressed his lips to your forehead.
It started there—a feather-light touch. Then, he moved down, pressing a soft kiss to the bridge of your nose, then your cheekbone, then the corner of your mouth. They were peppered, barely-there kisses that caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin.
"You smell good," he mumbled against your jaw, his teeth grazing the skin carefully. "Like home."
You ran your hand through his messy hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, earning a contented sigh from him. "Go to sleep, Keeho."
"Can't," he groaned, though his eyes were half-closed. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing slowly back and forth across your cheek. "My brain is too loud."
"Thinking about work?"
"No." He shook his head, shifting his weight so he was hovering slightly over you, careful not to crush you. The playfulness was gone, replaced by an intense sincerity. "Thinking about you. About this."
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, lazy kiss. His lips were plush and soft, moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache. When he pulled away, he didn't go far, resting his forehead against yours.
"I don't want to wake up without this," he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a growl. "Like, ever."
You smiled, your eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to your eyelid. "We have tomorrow morning."
"I don't mean just tomorrow," Keeho said, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction. He pulled back to look you in the eye, his expression incredibly serious despite the cloud of sleepiness. "I mean... I want this to be the rest of my life. I want to wake up next to you everyday, I want the lazy mornings, the house, the arguments about what to eat for dinner... I want to marry you."
Time seemed to still. It wasn't a question, but a statement of intent. A promise delivered to you.
"Keeho..."
"I'm serious," he interrupted softly, leaning in to peck your lips again, silencing any doubt. "I lay here and I look at you, and it’s the only thing that makes sense. I’m going to marry you."
He kissed you again, deeper this time, pouring all that unspoken devotion into the contact. It was a sensual, grounding kiss that felt like the signature on the contract. You could feel the hope radiating off him, the solid beat of his heart against your chest.
"Okay," you breathed when you finally parted, your hands cupping his face.
"Okay?" A sleepy, satisfied grin spread across his face, the moonlight catching the curve of his lips.
"Okay," you repeated softly. "I'll marry you."
Keeho let out a breathy laugh, burying his face in your neck again, hugging you so tight it felt like he was trying to merge your souls. "Good," he mumbled into your skin, his voice thick with sleep and happiness. "Now I can sleep."
He pressed one last, lingering kiss to the pulse point of your throat, his body finally relaxing completely, heavy and warm and yours.
➻ pairing | jiung x reader x intak
➻ synopsis | you’re tired of being the center point of this never ending tug of war you didn’t sign up for. when things get overwhelming with intak and jiung persistently vying for your attention at your new year’s party, you decide to put an end to it with a little friendly competition.
➻ details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), smut, m/f/m, some m/m, intak & jiung don't like each other, jealousy, tension, kissing, meandom!jiung, switch!intak, switch!reader, oral (f. rec), fingering, choking, dry humping, coming in pants, power dynamics, orgasm control, edging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, everyone starts off very mildly drunk, race against time, porn with very little plot
➻ length | 10.5k
➻ requested by @mellownorth!
𓆩⟡𓆪 note || this is my early new year's gift to you <3 PLEASE LEAVE ALL SENSE OF LOGIC AT THE DOOR thank yew
You’ve been feeling it all night. The weight of their stares. You’ve been feeling it since the day you met them but it feels particularly suffocating tonight.
Jiung and Intak are good friends of yours; sweet and kind and always there to lend a hand. But man are they obvious about their not-so-friendly feelings about you. It’s not just you who’s privy to their affections and their quiet competition; the rest of the band and everyone in your circle of friends have noticed the simmering tension between the two of them whenever it comes to you.
You can’t lie, you like the extra attention, the extra favours, and the extra flattery both of them pay you. But it gets to a point where it’s a little bit unbearable, especially with their offhanded sniping at each other and you being stuck in the middle trying to mediate. You’re feeling the pressure of their hovering and their lingering gazes even more tonight, on a night that’s supposed to be fun and free.
So to ease your slowly fraying nerves, you might have taken a shot or two faster than you should have that sent your head spinning. You’re not drunk from them but you can definitely feel the effects as you stumble your way to the kitchen to escape the crowd, to escape them.
But of course, like an emotionally attached puppy, one of them trails in after you.
“Hey,” Intak says, a little louder than necessary, probably from being a little liquor-loose. “You okay?”
You brace yourself against the kitchen counter with both hands and take a deep breath in before smiling at him over your shoulder, a little too wide to be genuine. “I’m okay! Just needed a little break from out there. Might’ve taken that second shot too quickly.”
“Oh!” He says, immediately springing into action. “Let me get you some water!” He rummages through cabinets to find a glass for you in such a hurry like it’s of the utmost importance that you’re tended to.
You watch him as he so earnestly fetches you the water, a little pout of concentration on his lips. It’s sweet of him, and really, you can’t find yourself staying too upset in his presence, not when he’s making sure you’re taken care of. Especially not when he’s aiming that cute little smile at you as he hands you the glass.
“Thank you, Taki,” you say as you take the glass and he beams like the sun. One of your favourite pastimes is to figure out all the ways you can get that smile out of him, which really doesn’t take much from you, but the most effective way is calling him by that nickname. It endears you, makes you warm all over to be the subject of that smile. You find yourself smiling back at him over the glass as you sip on the water.
“So…” He slides himself closer to you, standing with his back against the counter as he looks down at you with that same grin. “You got any New Year’s resolutions?”
You put the glass on the counter and look up at him, mirroring his position. “Hm… I have one,” you say and he leans in to hear you better. You lean in too then whisper it to him like it’s a secret. “I don’t want to be single next year.”
His eyes practically light up, and you feel a little cruel for possibly stringing him along, but he just makes it so easy for you to poke at him. He’s cute, very cute, and you can’t help but want to play with him in a fond sort of way. You like Intak when he’s on his own. It’s just when the other one is around that he becomes a bit of a problem.
“Oh, that’s cool,” he says, throwing in a little shrug to come off as nonchalant as possible. You have to hold in your snort. “Any prospects in your sight then?”
“There might be” you say, bumping your shoulder to his. “Why?”
He immediately flusters, cheeks tinging pink. “Just curious!” He says and clears his throat when it cracks midway, cheeks going aflame. “You deserve a good guy. So you know, I just wanted to know if you have, uh, one of those…”
You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “You just want to know if it’s Jiung, don’t you?” It’s not confrontational, you just want to tease him a little, see how much he’s willing to admit. You’ve never failed to see right through him.
He blinks at you, jaw going a little slack at being so bluntly called out. “I…” He looks like he’s about to argue against it but then thinks better. “Well, is—?“
Like the devil being invoked with the call of his name, Jiung’s voice cuts in before Intak can finish. “What about me?”
You curse internally. You shouldn’t have said his name.
You turn to see Jiung at the doorway, watching you both with an unreadable expression on his face and twirling a beer bottle in his hand. He’s wearing a black formal shirt with thin white stripes tucked into black jeans. You’re not used to seeing him in more formal looks like this, but it suits him quite well, you think. It accentuates the commanding sort of vibe that you’ve learned to associate with him.
The air immediately shifts as Jiung and Intak lock eyes, and it almost feels like you’ve stopped being the important thing in the room, like you’re not even there anymore for a stilted moment. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for what is sure to be another charged, uncomfortable spar of unspoken words.
“Nothing,” Intak says, standing to his full height. Something you’ve noticed he does more often whenever Jiung is near. Must be a testosterone thing, you figure; asserting dominance with his advantage in height.
Jiung saunters in casually, eyes lingering on Intak with a thin veil of heat under his gaze as he makes his way to your other side. Then it shifts to you and he gives you one of those warm smiles of his that have always done wonders to wind you down. You return the smile, feeling the effects of it already.
This is a position you find yourself in too often these days; caught between the two of them.
“Drink?” Jiung asks, holding the lip of his beer bottle up to your mouth with one of his ringed hands. Hands that you sometimes find yourself trying not to leer at. Hands that he knows he has to his advantage, if the little smirk on his lips is anything to go by when he sees your eyes lingering there a little too long.
Before you can respond, Intak is cutting in to answer for you. “No, she’s already had enough.”
Jiung’s eyes flit up over your head to look at Intak and the warmth behind his smile is immediately undercut by the cold in his gaze. “I think she can answer for herself.”
“What, are you trying to get her drunk?”
“That’s immediately where your head goes? I was just offering her a drink.”
You lower your head, sighing in exasperation. If you don’t cut this off now you’re in for an even longer night.
“And I told you, she’s—“
“Guys,” you cut in, voice raised an octave higher.
They immediately silence and you feel both pairs of eyes bearing down on you. You could get upset, scold them both for tiring you out with their catfighting the past few months, but a part of you loves the attention and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardise it.
You look up at Jiung and give him one of your disarming smiles that has the ice immediately melting away. “I’m okay, but thank you for the offer.”
“Told you,” mutters Intak petulantly. You put your hand on Intak’s elbow and he immediately mellows out too, leaning subconsciously into your touch.
You peel yourself away from the counter to stand in front of them, to escape the thick wall of tension they carry between them whenever you’re in the picture. “Actually,” you start, basking in the way they hang onto every word from your lips like you’re spewing prophecy. “I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest for a while. Take a bit of a break from socializing.”
You hope that they take the hint to leave you alone for a while but it’s almost amusing how they understand the complete opposite and jump at the opportunity, rushing to reach your side. The amusement trickles away when, once again, you’re caught between their crystal veneer of icy disdain.
“I can take her up,” Intak says just as Jiung tells you, “I’ll take you.”
Your eye twitches, and it's not from the late hour or the alcohol.
You can sense them rearing to start up another argument so you place your hands on their chests, the touch settling them down like a silent command.
“Why don’t you both take me up?” You offer because you realize there’s really no way out of this. Your careful grip on your calm demeanor is slowly slipping and you really don’t need things blowing up on what’s supposed to be a fun party to end off the year. You should play the good hostess and do what it takes to prevent that, even if it’s at the risk of your own sanity.
Surprisingly, they relent, though not without another ‘subtle’ glare shared between them over your head. They both go to place a hand on your lower back but accidentally brush against each other so they quickly divert with Jiung’s hand pressing higher against your back and Intak’s going respectfully lower. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or roll your eyes.
“Come on.” Intak urges you forward and the three of you make the climb up to the second floor, away from the noise and the people.
It’s silent through the trip to your room. Neither of them detach from you as you make your way to your bed until you take a seat at the foot of it, at which they reluctantly let their hands slide off. They don’t move away though, they just hover by where you sit, seemingly in a silent conversation with each other if their shifting eyes and twitching expressions were anything to go by. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re trying to convince the other to leave.
“Why don’t you both sit?” You ask instead, patting the bed on either side of you. Maybe you can magically convince them to be comfortable with spending time with you at the same time so you don’t have to live with any more awkwardness; you could do with a New Year’s miracle.
Their response to you, as usual, is immediate. They slide into the spots not bothering to leave any space between them and you, but at least they’re behaving and not barking at each other like very unthreatening dogs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room before,” Jiung says, glancing around before tilting his head towards you with a cute smile. “It’s very you.”
“Very pretty,” Intak adds smoothly with an equally cute grin, bumping his shoulder into yours.
Despite it all, you find yourself charmed by him, as always, and bump your shoulder back to his. “You flatter me.”
Jiung scoffs, ‘hiding’ his distaste behind a forged smile. “There he goes again,” he says, teasingly, but you can hear the condescension behind his words. “Flirting with anything that smiles at him.”
Intak doesn’t look miffed for a change; he looks cocky as he leans forward to look over at Jiung with an equally feigned smile. “Are you mad I have game?”
“No, but I suppose your game doesn’t come with decorum, does it?” Jiung fires back easily.
“Guys—” You try to intercept again but your plea falls on deaf ears this time.
“You wanna talk about decorum?” Intak asks, his smile now more of a scowl. “How about not butting in where you’re not concerned?”
Jiung’s smile twitches into something more dangerous, heated with warning. “How’s Suni by the way?” He pivots away, says that name dripping with vitriol. “You talked to her tonight yet? I think she was looking for you earlier.”
You couldn’t care less about who Suni was but Jiung seems all too satisfied with himself when Intak turns a shade paler. Intak turns to you and opens his mouth to defend himself but you’re pushing yourself up to your feet.
“Guys!” You snap, facing them with a glare. “I swear, if I have to bring this into the New Year with me, I’m going to blow both of your brains out and then my own.”
That shuts them up. They blink owlishly at you, shocked at your sudden outburst. You’ve never been pushed to the point of shouting at them before but you really don’t think you can take another day of tiptoeing around this.
You take a deep breath to get a handle on your tone. No time like the present to get to the bottom of whatever the hell this is, you think to yourself. “You both want me right?”
They both look taken aback by the question, scandalized almost. “How’d you know?” Intak asks earnestly, like he hasn’t been overtly flirting with you and trying to ask you out without asking you out for the past three months.
“You can’t be serious right?” You raise your brow at them. “You’re the two most obvious idiots I know.”
When they start avoiding your gaze and squirming, looking equally chastised, you sigh and take your seat between them again. “Look,” you start, then pause to pick your next words carefully. Your eyes shift to the clock which reads a little before 11pm, and you remind yourself that you really don’t want to drag this issue into the New Year with you, a year you promised yourself would be all about solutions and not problems. So, you make an executive decision.
“You both want me?” You wait for an affirmative nod from both of them before continuing. “You have over an hour until the New Year. Figure it out by then or neither of you will see this room again.”
You’re not even sure what it is you’re proposing, but you’re just praying they’ll come to some sort of solution on their own. And if this chases them away from you, you can just find a new plaything next year.
They stare at you, trying to figure out what exactly you’re proposing. When they come to some sort of understanding, they start sizing each other up and you’re getting the creeping suspicion that you’re gonna have to clean blood off the floors if you don’t intervene.
“Punches allowed?” Intak says, pulling off his baby blue sweater to reveal a white tee, leaving his tan and toned arms exposed. You try not to stare but you don’t think he’d mind so you do it anyway.
Jiung rolls his eyes as he starts rolling up his sleeves, pale, veiny forearms joining Intak’s arms for your viewing pleasure. “How else would we do it?” He snarks.
You snap yourself out of your leering when the words register in your head. “No!” You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “Nothing bloody or violent.”
You’re met with more silence as you search the ceiling for some sort of divine intervention and when you lift your head again, you’re met with the sight of them having another one of their silent conversations. But this one doesn’t seem to be an argument.
You nearly flinch when they both turn their heads to you simultaneously after some time, fixing you with a calculating look that is eerily similar to each other; one you’ve seen both of them wear when they’re trying to figure out a new track together.
“It can be physical though, right?” Jiung asks, leaving you to wonder what he’s getting at.
“Just nothing violent?” Intak adds, tilting his head.
You shrug, just glad that they seem to have come to some idea of a solution. Whatever gets the job done. “Sure.”
“Alright then,” Jiung starts. He turns his body so he’s sat facing you, Intak mirroring him on your other side. “You’re going to choose.”
You shake your head no. “If I had a favourite I would’ve chosen by now.”
“Then we’ll just have to convince you, won’t we?” Intak says with a crooked half smile that promises trouble.
You’re not sure if it’s the fading buzz from the alcohol making your body warm up or if it’s the way they both leer at you with a heat in their eyes hungering for victory and for you.
A breath leaves you like it’s been punched out of your lungs when you realize the direction this is heading. But you can’t find a bone in your body that wants to reject it.
“Before we start,” Jiung says, not doing anything to hide the way his eyes rake over your figure. You feel fire licking through your insides under his scrutiny. “How many drinks has everyone had?”
“One,” Intak answers, eyes focused on yours in heated interest.
The air has shifted with something heavy and electric, one you find yourself wanting to suffocate in for a change.
You swallow, holding yourself still so you don’t squirm under their gaze. If this is where the night is headed, you don’t plan on making it easy for either of them. Not after all the headache they’ve caused you. “Two,” you say. “Might as well be just one where I’m at now.”
“One,” Jiung says with an approving nod. His eyes are just as, if not more, intense as Intak’s when they catch your gaze as it shifts from Intak’s.
“How does this work?” Intak asks, and you have to rip your eyes away from Jiung’s alluring hold so you can think clearly.
“You’re going to convince me who’s more… skilled. I decide who does what best,” you say the first things that come to mind. “Whoever wins more takes the cake. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
You try to appear as unaffected as you can but the prospect of what might be unfolding is exciting you in ways you haven’t been excited before.
“Good,” Jiung says. “Then we’ll start with—“
Jiung doesn’t get a chance to finish before Intak pounces. He grabs your jaw and pulls you to him as he crashes his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss. Jiung’s curse fades into the background as you feel yourself melting into Intak’s plush lips, sighing as you kiss him back with a languid vigour.
Intak isn’t having that though; he slides his hand into your hair to keep you in place as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, demanding more.
It’s a little scary how quickly you feel yourself giving into him. You don’t get much time to relish in the way Intak takes you whole with just a kiss before there’s another hand on your cheek, pulling you away only to be met with a new pair of lips, one that’s slower and more sensual against you.
This one is intoxicating in a new way; it’s careful and searching rather than taking but no less heated. Jiung’s lips are thinner but soft as they press to yours in a hypnotic rhythm.
You make a soft noise as Jiung’s hand slides down to the base of your neck, just holding you there as he kisses you. You can feel your body growing needy with each second that passes.
You feel Intak’s inquiring hand on your thigh, squeezing gently as a reminder that he’s still there. You feel his exhale against your ear as he noses into your hair, breaths running shorter with his impatience.
“C’mon,” he mutters when Jiung doesn’t relent and then pulls you back into him with his hand back on your jaw.
You nearly get whiplash at the sudden change of pace with Intak’s insistent lips back against yours. Jiung’s don’t leave you completely though; he mutters another curse at Intak before he trails hot, wet kisses down your jaw then down your neck where his hand is still pressed while Intak tries to devour you whole.
You feel dizzy with all the sensations running through you, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of it’s that you’d rather be nowhere else than right between them, a thought that would’ve made you laugh in the face of it mere minutes ago.
Intak’s tongue suddenly prodding between your lips has you gasping, giving him the opportunity to slip right in. You accept him with a soft moan, your hand clutching onto the sheets for support as you feel yourself crumble under his lips.
Jiung doesn’t let you forget him though. He squeezes against the base of your neck for a short moment that has you reeling, before he slides down the shoulder of your dress with his other hand so he can attach his lips to the exposed expanse of your skin. He lets the hand around your neck feather down your figure, a touch that’s light but already has you squirming under it.
You hear, and feel, his low chuckle against your shoulder as he trails his warm hand back up, sliding against your thigh, up your stomach, then up to your chest where he stops and kneads your breast.
The sudden sensation has you pulling back from Intak’s lips with a gasp and Jiung doesn’t waste the opportunity to capture your lips back with his. You’re not sure what’s left and right or what’s up and down anymore with the back and forth but gods is it thrilling.
“Asshole,” you hear Intak mutter bitterly before he attaches himself to your neck, all teeth and tongue.
Jiung barely pulls back enough to retort, “Fair game.” You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he continues to work your mouth open to take his tongue. His hand stays on your chest as he circles his finger over your clothed nipple, working it to a stiff peak that he then tugs at between his fingers.
You whimper into the kiss, arching your chest further into his touch and he gives it another squeeze before sliding his hand down to your lower stomach, just letting you feel the heat of him through your thin dress.
All while Intak trails his lips back up your neck, up your jaw, and trails to your lips that are still against Jiung’s before stopping right at the edge of where you’re connected. He nips impatiently at your jaw when you don’t turn to him. You relent with a chastising hum, too tongue tied (literally) to say anything, and pull away from Jiung to turn to kiss Intak instead.
“You’re just hogging her now, cheater,” Jiung grumbles but Intak doesn’t bother responding, too busy licking his way back into your mouth.
You’d nearly forgotten what this was all for, but none of it brought you nowhere near a clearer decision. Intak’s kiss is mind-numbing but Jiung’s hand is head-spinning in its own way as it trails and caresses over your body before it settles against your thigh.
Your hands are clenched into the sheets at your sides, too afraid to wander into the lion's den that was Intak and Jiung’s rampant hunger. Your legs press together to soothe over the rapidly growing ache in your core, a move that isn’t missed by Jiung as his hand presses into the flesh of your thigh and yanks your legs back open.
“Dirty girl,” he breathes right into your ear before he lets his tongue trace the shell of your ear.
You whimper, a sound that is swallowed right up by Intak’s unrelenting tongue as it basically fucks itself into your mouth.
You’re not sure when it happened but you only become aware that Jiung has snuck his hand up your dress when you feel fingers prodding against your clothed core, right over the growing wet patch on your panties.
You rip away from Intak’s lips with a loud yelp when Jiung’s finger brushes over your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” Jiung growls, pressing against the spot again that has another sharp spike of pleasure climb through your body, leaving you jerking against the touch. “She’s so fucking wet.”
Intak, who’s dazed from the kiss, snaps back into himself and fumbles to shove his hand up your dress to feel for himself but is quickly stopped by Jiung who grabs his wrist and pulls it back.
“Not yet,” Jiung snaps. You whine a little that the hand is gone, already missing the stimulation. You try to chase for more by subtly rolling your hips down and grinding against the bed for some form of pressure, but then Jiung is grabbing your thigh again and lifting it up so you can’t anymore while shooting you a sharp look. “Not so fast, darling. Gotta let us know how we’re doing, don’t you?”
You curse under your breath, foolish to think you were fully in control of a situation where Jiung was involved. You lick your lips, a motion that both men latch onto as they wait for your answer. You take a few breaths to steel your mind back to focus.
“Kissing goes to Intak,” you start. Intak turns to Jiung with a self satisfied grin, but you continue before he can get a word in. “But Jiung’s better with his hands.”
Despite the way Jiung’s lips tick up into a momentary smirk, he looks unsatisfied.
“So no one’s in the lead yet?” Intak asks, pouting now. It’s even more adorable with his kiss-swollen lips.
You shrug, feigning nonchalance as you lean back onto your elbows. “You still have—“ you glance at the clock, “—fifty minutes. Plenty of time to change my mind.”
Jiung smiles down at you as his hand finds your thigh again. “You said I’m good with my hands,” he starts, that dangerous heat in his eyes returning. “Let me fuck you with them?”
Your thighs twitch to clamp together at his lewd words but his iron grip on your leg doesn’t allow them to.
“What the hell,” Intak cries. “What about me?”
Jiung turns to glare at him. “You’ll get your turn.”
Their attention falls back to you when you shuffle up the bed to lean back against your mountain of pillows.
“Do what you need,” you tell them, trying to come off as unbothered (even though they both clearly know otherwise) and they’re immediately climbing up to join you. You knew your queen-sized bed would come in handy someday.
You can see that both of them are already hard and straining against their jeans but neither of them pay any mind to it. Their sole focus seems to be on you and you can’t say you’re complaining.
Intak is eager as he shucks your dress up to your waist, revealing your navy lace panties damp with arousal, a sight that has both men pausing and momentarily short circuiting. Then Jiung’s hands are reaching for them and yanking them right off of you and then Intak is shoving your legs apart.
“Fuck.” You’re not sure who whispers it but you see Jiung grabbing himself through his jeans, squeezing himself as his eyes lock right onto your gushing heat. Intak looks no less affected as he stares, licking his lips and swallowing down a quiet groan.
You feel both thrilled and too exposed, a confusing feeling that has you wanting them to just get on with it. “Well?” You prod, shuffling to sink a little further into your pillows.
Jiung snaps out of it and moves forward, seating himself in front of your parted legs but angled enough so that he could still show off to Intak who’s still in a daze as he settles down behind Jiung to keep an eye.
“You’re into this,” Jiung teases as he slides two fingers over your slick folds, feather light and avoiding your clit. “Aren’t you?”
Your legs twitch at the first brush of his fingers and you have to fight not to buck up into the touch. “I don’t think any self respecting woman wouldn’t be,” you mumble as you struggle to keep your voice steady.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says as he swipes his fingers between your folds, firm enough for his fingers to come back with a string of slick connecting to your core.
You want to curse at him for deliberately skipping over your clit but he looks too enamoured by the slick that coats his digits. “Don’t tease,” you warn, though the situation isn’t really in your hands anymore.
Jiung seems all too aware of his advantage as he just smiles devilishly at you. “None of that,” he chides, before letting his middle finger press through your folds and circle teasingly around the outside of your entrance.
“You’re not winning yourself any favour with this,” you try to warn again through laboured breaths. You want to reach down and shove him in or do it yourself if you have to. You hate how much you’re already affected by just a few teasing brushes.
“I think I know what I’m doing,” he says, his deep voice dripping with conceit as he lets his finger tease you for another agonizing moment before he’s pressing it all the way inside in one smooth slide until you can feel the cold of the ring around his finger against your folds.
You gasp, your walls clenching down on his finger that’s long and slim and reaching inside you so deep. He keeps it still in there, lets you writhe for a while before he shows you mercy and then he’s pulling it out all the way and then pushing it back in, starting to pump it in and out of you in a slow rhythm. But it’s enough to feel like everything after all the build up, enough to have you clutching your sheets and breathing heavily.
You see Intak clutching himself over his jeans in a vice grip as he watches Jiung’s finger work in and out of you, the lewd sounds of your slick coating the way in and out the only sound along with your mingled breaths.
Soon, it’s a second finger, and then a third one at that same, torturing speed. His movements are sharp and precise, aimed to bring you as much ruin as possible with each motion. “She just takes me right in,” Jiung mutters as he watches in awe with how quickly your walls accommodate his third finger. You’re not sure if he’s talking to Intak or just himself. You don’t have the mind to pay attention when you’re heaving and whimpering with every brush of his cold rings against your folds each time his fingers sink all the way in.
“Please,” you mumble, your hips bucking up involuntarily in search for more. Your neglected clit throbs with no reprieve.
“Could probably fuck her right now, no problem,” Intak mumbles, still palming himself through his jeans, denied from relieving himself any further by Jiung for the sake of the game. The game that you wouldn’t play a part in if you knew it would lead to being tortured like this.
You don’t know what it was, whether it was your plea or Intak’s words, that seems to snap Jiung’s patience, and without a warning, he’s fucking his fingers into you at a fast, relentless pace.
You scramble for purchase, your body thrashing at the sudden onslaught of sensation. “J-Jiung!” You yelp, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts with a mind of their own.
Then he crooks his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside of you, and you feel your body seize up like a taut band, ready to snap any second—
—and then he’s ripping his hand out of you and you cry out at the loss, collapsing down on the bed in a crumpled, gasping mess.
You look up at Jiung in shock, in betrayal, in anguish. “What the fuck?” You snap, but you feel like sobbing, your body crying in search of that denied payoff. You try to clamp your legs together to give your clit some stimulation but Jiung is holding your legs apart, denying you once again.
“Can’t cum just yet, doll,” Jiung says with a smirk that you’d really like to slap off his pretty face. “Wouldn’t be fair to Intak, now would it?”
Intak reanimates when he hears his name and shoves Jiung out of the way so he could take his place. You scowl at Jiung’s too proud face as he settles beside Intak, who’s staring at your core like he wants to devour it whole.
Jiung notices and quickly interjects. “Fingers first,” he says in a patronizing tone that has Intak bristling and glaring at him.
“I know what to do, shut up,” he snaps. Then he’s laser focused on you again and you wither under his intense gaze. You don’t have to plead with him before he’s prodding at your core and bumping against your clit, albeit a little clumsily, but it pools a satisfying heat in your gut so you’re not complaining.
Your legs lock up as he starts to circle your clit with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as it finally gets some stimulation. The gasps that leave your lips would normally find you embarrassed but you can’t find yourself caring right now. But then that pressure is gone too fast and instead he’s shoving two fingers inside of you, shorter than Jiung’s but thicker, and pumping them into you at a fast pace right off the bat. Your body trembles from the sudden change, breathy moans spilling from your lips with every thrust of his hand.
“She’s so wet,” you hear him muse through your haze. He shifts his hand so that the heel of his palm presses against your aching clit with every thrust and you think you might just combust.
But the rhythm is choppier and he can’t quite pinpoint that spot inside of you so it makes the climb up to your peak slower and more frustrating, but the stimulus to your clit along with the rapid in and out of his fingers helps you get up there and you get so close again, right to the edge before Jiung cuts in.
“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with arousal as he watches you gush around Intak’s fingers.
You let out a frustrated cry when Intak pulls his fingers out of you, your body quivering at the loss.
“Poor baby,” Intak coos mockingly before he brings up his slick-coated fingers and slides them into his mouth, sucking them clean off with a satisfied hum. “Taste so sweet.”
You cunt throbs pathetically at the sight.
“Well?” Jiung says, bringing your attention back to him. “Who was it this time?”
You scowl at him, the one who’s denied you twice now, but the one whose fingers you’re craving to have back inside of you. You don’t want to admit that though, not after he’s tortured you like that.
Jiung sees your inner turmoil and grins. “Don’t lie, pretty. It’s just gonna be your loss in the end if you do.”
You take a deep breath. How could you keep forgetting?
You face him with a faux saccharine smile, though the way your body still tremors surely undercuts the effect. “It’s you, Jiungie,” you say in a voice that’s just as sweet and just as taunting.
You immediately regret it when his expression shifts with dark glee. You don’t even get time to process what’s happening before he’s shoving his way between your legs, pushing them apart with his hands, and burying his face into your heat. He’s lapping through your folds and flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, before he attaches his lips harshly to your clit
It’s at once that it all comes rushing back and this time it doesn’t stop. It comes and it comes and it comes as you clamp your thighs around his head, push his face further into you with your hand in his hair, and frantically grind your clit against his laving tongue.
Your orgasm slams through you, your body seizing up and your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you feel wave after wave of white hot pleasure roll through you. You’re not sure how long it lasts before you fall back against the bed, heaving and shaking as Jiung licks you through your high and pulls you back down to earth with his fingers digging into your thighs.
You push at his head when the pleasure turns to overstimulation as he keeps licking at you, too brainless to say anything as you lay there and gasp for breath from the intense orgasm.
You’re brought out too quickly from your bubble of bliss by Intak’s seething voice. “What the hell?”
Jiung sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking all too pleased with himself. “Hm?”
“That was cheating!”
He quirks his brow, leaning back on his hands as he watches you, admiring the state that he’s left you in. “How so?”
Intak flounders for a moment before he glares at him. “Obviously she’s going to favour you for that, you let her cum.”
Jiung just shrugs, like he couldn’t be bothered since it’s not his problem. If you weren’t still floating out of your body, you might have cut in to mediate. But you’re not sure your voice works right now.
“If you’re so good with your mouth,” Jiung says as he shuffles out of the way. “Make her cum again on your tongue.”
Intak keeps Jiung under his ire for a moment longer than you think is necessary, quietly cursing him with his eyes. But he takes to the challenge, shifting his focus back to you.
You squirm under his gaze. “Can I get a minute?” You ask, your breaths slowly evening out.
He lowers himself down to you, laying on his stomach as he pries open your legs again. “I don’t really want to wait,” he admits, hovering over your cunt.
Your hips jolt when his breath brushes over your clit as he speaks, even just that small sensation overwhelming your sensitive nerves. He catches that and grins, his eyes dropping down to the slick mess that Jiung left behind. He leans closer, and just to be a little shit, blows right against your clit and gets you jerking again, a strangled yelp escaping your lips.
“So sensitive,” Jiung comments teasingly from where he’s sitting at the corner of the bed, brushing his thumb over the outline of his boner through his jeans.
Intak doesn’t take his eyes off of your cunt as he scolds Jiung to, “Stay out of it,” before he’s turning his head and pressing his lips against your inner thigh.
You take a shaky breath at the heat that spreads up to your core when he nips at the sensitive flesh there. The heat grows with each kiss he plants as he makes his way up but stops just before he can make contact with your twitching cunt and switches over to pay the same attention to your other thigh. He buries his lips in the nook between your inner thigh and pelvis and bites the flesh there, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your overworked clit.
“Taki,” you mumble, feeling yourself already growing needy again under his ministrations.
Intak makes a noise in the back of his throat at the nickname. “Still need a minute?” He asks cockily into the side of your folds. He’s doing everything just to give you something without giving you anything and you’re starting to feel that tension in your gut return.
You card your hand through his hair gently which gets his eyes to flit up to yours. You hold his eyes with yours, give him a small smile, then you grab a fistful of his hair and tug sharply.
Intak’s eyes roll back as his mouth falls open in a deep moan, the reaction going straight to your head and making you dizzy. He blinks his gaze back to you when you loosen your grip, but his eyes are left a little dazed. He holds your eyes for a moment, his tongue flicking out to lick his lower lip as he reels himself back, his cheeks reddening.
He looks sheepish for a moment. But then he's using his thumbs to pry apart your folds and he’s leaning in and dragging the flat of his tongue firmly against your cunt from the base all the way to your clit, his eyes rolling back again. The taste of you gets a guttural groan from him and you feel the bass of it against you, your hips jerking away from the touch to your overstimulated clit which leaves like a burn. But that doesn’t stop Intak; one taste wasn’t enough and he won’t stop until he’s sated.
“So good,” he mumbles before he buries his tongue between your folds, licking up the slick that’s starting to gather pool with whatever was left from before. He moans into you and brings your thighs over his shoulders as he continues to drink you up. “S’fuckin’ good.”
Your breaths are harder to keep in as you involuntarily buck up into his mouth, trying to push away but chase for more at the same time. You squirm where you lay at the onslaught of sensations, all sharp breaths and whimpers. Your eyes fall onto Jiung who’s watching where Intak is burying himself into you with dark eyes and his palm digging onto his hardened length. You’re not sure if you’re too pleasure drunk but you think you see his eyes on Intak rather than where he’s mouthing at you.
Your attention is brought back to Intak when his lips attach to your swollen clit and you feel the rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue against it. You cry out, your hand digging harder into his head, pushing him farther into you but he seems all too eager to suffocate himself in your cunt.
The burn is fading from pain to pleasure now as Intak continues earnestly sucking at you. You can see through the fog that he’s starting to half heartedly grind himself into the mattress, a sight that sends your head spinning for a moment. He detaches from your clit with a final flick of his tongue before he diverts to your entrance, licking up the fresh wave of arousal that’s pooled there. He groans at the taste, the vibrations from his tongue sending you squirming. “Taste so good,” he groans again before he digs his tongue inside and starts to fuck you rapidly with it in single minded focus, his eyes falling closed as he gives all of himself into it.
You roll your hips in tandem with his tongue, fucking yourself up onto it with your thighs clamping against the sides of his head. A moan rips out of you when you feel the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit with every movement, and that’s what starts to bring your next orgasm barrelling through you in mere moments. It comes faster than you expect, quicker than the first, rushing through you before you can prepare for it.
“Intak!” You yell as you come, your upper body springing up off the bed as your climax rips through you. Intak tries to press himself even further in as he licks you up, not letting a single drop slip past him as you gush onto his tongue. Your hand stays buried in his hair as you grind up against his face while he grunts and moans as he drinks you all up and brings you through your high.
You collapse back down, gasping for air as your thighs release his head, and your hips start to buck away from him as you teeter into overstimulation again. Intak slowly detaches from you with a soft kiss to your aching clit, rising up on his elbows.
And the sight of him— cheeks flushed, mouth covered in your slick, and eyes dazed and far away as he stares at your twitching folds like he had genuinely gotten drunk off the taste of you— has you clenching around nothing.
You feel yourself freeze when his eyes flick up to yours, hunger still rampant behind the haze as he pants for air.
Then he’s looking away from you and back at Jiung, who’s watching Intak a little stunned with his mouth slightly agape, his hand still tightly grasping himself through his dark jeans. He bristles out of his stupor when Intak looks at him, a red tinge flushing over his pale cheeks.
“How’s that for good?” Intak asks cockily, voice rough like he’s the one who went through it.
Jiung blinks and steels his expression to an unreadable, neutral one. “Not for me to decide, is it?” He says as he glances up at you.
It takes a second for you to catch on. Intak sits back and you press your legs together, sitting up and shuffling back further to sit against the headboard. You try not to wince and tremble as you do but you’re still feeling the tremors of the aftermath and it doesn’t get past Intak and Jiung as they watch you.
“So?” Jiung urges. “Who is it?”
You glance between the two of them, chewing on your lower lip. “Intak gets that one,” you say, and Jiung surprisingly doesn’t seem affronted by that, rather nods like he’d been expecting it.
Intak grins but it doesn’t stay for long. “Wait. That makes us tied again.”
You swallow, nodding. “I guess it does.” You try to convince yourself that you’re not just prolonging this for your own pleasure; but when you think harder, you really can’t choose who you prefer.
“Well the only thing left is for us to fuck you,” Jiung says and Intak’s eyes light up again.
“Nope,” you say immediately, ignoring the way your core pulses in interest at the thought of having them, both of them, inside you. Letting them both have you wouldn’t solve your problem, no matter how tempting it is; it might just make things worse. You can’t even imagine the chaos that might ensue if you had to split your time for both of them while also keeping them satisfied.
Intak nearly whines. “What? How else are we supposed to keep going then?”
“I could use four fingers this time,” Jiung offers.
“Nope,” you say again, smiling a little at their growing frustration. Your smile widens as an idea comes to you, one that’s probably taking things a little too far and probably unfair, but one that’s far more tempting than having both of them. “I have an idea.”
Jiung narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t trust that smile.”
“You probably shouldn’t.”
Intak groans, reaching over to tug impatiently at your ankle. “Just tell us.”
You tilt your head, letting your eyes rake over the both of them, pausing on Jiung as a smirk plays on your lips. You can’t ignore the way you noticed Jiung watching Intak, so really, you wouldn’t be completely over the line proposing this, even if it was largely for your own entertainment. But they seem willing enough to do what it takes for you and it’s just too tempting to not take advantage of that. Well, that's what you’ve already been doing so far. What’s a little more?
“I want to make this a little more interesting,” you say, smoothing your dress down to cover yourself up. “Whoever can make the other cum first, wins.”
The next few moments are silent as they stare at you, trying to make sense of the words that have just come out of your mouth. You try to smother your smirk but fail, thrilled and satisfied with the way they’re both left speechless. If this is a battle between them both, what better way than to settle this by defeating the other?
When the proposition finally processes for Jiung, he glares at you. But you don’t miss the way the red on his cheeks deepen to a crimson. “What kind of idea is that?”
You shrug, your smirk pulling into a wide grin. “A fair one. If you want to back out, you can. But that means Intak wins.”
Jiung’s scowl deepens. Intak blinks rapidly as it seems to finally click for him. But he doesn’t complain like you expected he might have; he just goes silent as he turns his head to stare at Jiung.
They’re in another one of their silent conversations but the air feels charged with something else now, something heavier.
Jiung’s jaw tightens as his gaze hardens on Intak, warning. “Don’t,” he says quietly.
But Intak’s eyes only fall to Jiung’s lips, tongue flicking over his own subconsciously. The motion gets Jiung’s attention and his expression falters just a little. Intak catches that and takes the opportunity, lurching forward to grab the collars of Jiung’s shirt and crush their lips together. Jiung’s hands fly up to clutch Intak’s wrists, tensing up all over under Intak’s grasp.
You can only watch with bated breath as Intak pulls back to look down at Jiung, an unrelenting fire in his eyes as he waits for some sort of response. When Jiung does nothing, he shuffles over to settle on Jiung’s lap, straddling him.
Jiung swallows as his resolve cracks a little more, looking up at Intak with a look that’s more conflicted now, hesitant and like he’s having to control himself. You don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs with a rough swallow, the way his blush climbs up his ears and down his neck, the way his fingers dig into Intak’s wrists but don’t push.
“C’mon, hyung,” you hear Intak whisper, shifting to align his hips right above Jiung’s. He glances over to the clock on the wall, the one you probably should have been keeping a closer eye on. “We don’t have much time.” You can’t be bothered to check the clock to see if that’s actually true, your gaze is glued to the scene playing out in front of you, in your bed, like some sort of fucked up fetish fantasy come to life.
Jiung takes in a sharp breath and parts his lips to let it out as a quiet grunt, his brows furrowing in concentration. It’s that stubbornness in him that’s taking rein in spite of what he actually wants, what he seems to crave more now than anything.
But then Intak is rolling his hips down in a pointed grind and all resolve is thrown out the window as Jiung crashes his lips to Intak’s in a hard, demanding kiss.
Intak fights back just as hard, because it’s more of a battle than it is a kiss, and Jiung moves one hand to dig into Intak’s hair before pulling hard.
Intak whimpers as his head is yanked back, exposing the expanse of his neck that Jiung immediately wraps his free hand around to squeeze and cut off blood flow.
You’re left breathless when Intak seems to immediately crumble under Jiung’s hands, letting out a choked moan as his eyes roll back, lips parting with ragged breaths. Like they’re disconnected from his thoughts and any sense of control, his hips buck frantically against Jiung’s like he’s doing anything he can to prolong every bit of pleasure rushing to his head.
Jiung seems just as taken aback with how quickly Intak submits under his touch, but that shock quickly shifts into hunger, hot and eager as he grinds his hips up, making Intak let out another needy whine.
“Fuck,” Jiung breathes before he’s letting go only to push Intak onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling him and grinding his cock right down onto Intak’s boner.
Intak yelps out in pleasure. “H-Hyung!” He gasps, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Jiung’s hips as Jiung rewraps his hand around his throat, holding him down as he repeats the motion in hurried, unrelenting movements.
Jiung looks unbelievable; his brows pinched with concentration, his jaw working over grit teeth as he tries to fight against the grunts slipping through his own lips, the thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin and giving him an unearthly glow. His eyes are impossibly dark as he focuses on Intak’s face, drinking in every little reaction he’s getting from the boy, the very one he’s been spitting fire back and forth with for months now, reduced to nothing but a whining, writhing mess under his very hands.
Intak looks just as unreal; his face completely blissed out and twitching with every shock of pleasure, eyes glazed over and teary as they look reverently up at Jiung, plush lips parted as he pants, his own hips bucking up pathetically but being overwhelmed by Jiung’s stronger ones, being pressed into the mattress by them as he’s helpless to do anything but take it all for once with no space to fight back.
You’re breathless as you watch them, the sight and sounds of their breaths and moans making you heady with another wave of arousal, an even stronger one this time around. You have to clamp your thighs to relieve that throbbing that’s persisting in your core.
Intak suddenly scrambles to grab onto Jiung’s arm that’s holding him down by the neck, making pathetic little whines as his body trembles and jerks under Jiung. You can tell by the panicked look in his eye that he’s nearing the edge and won’t last much longer.
Jiung doesn’t miss it; he never misses anything. “What’s wrong?” He asks, tone taunting, emphasizing it with a hard grind over Intak’s cock. His voice is rough and gravelly through laboured breaths, a sound that goes right to your core. “Where’s your fight, Taki?”
Intak whimpers and thrashes under him, a small tear hanging precariously off the corner of his eye. “P-Please!” He pants.
“Please what?” Jiung scowls, tightening his hand around his throat that has Intak’s jaw dropping and eyes rolling back. He laughs coldly at the pathetic whine that Intak lets out when he loosens his hand again. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch while I fuck her.”
Intak lets out a grunt of protest, seeming too blissed out and overwhelmed to form words anymore. His nails dig into Jiung’s exposed forearm, whether to brace himself or as retaliation, you don’t know.
Jiung seems unphased as he leans down to whisper into his ear, but you catch the words regardless, and the command in his voice nearly has you reacting.
“Just as long as you just come for me.”
The next moment seems to pause in frame as Intak goes completely silent and his body freezes up. Jiung takes the opportunity and rolls his hips down, hard, and that has Intak wailing as his entire body jerks so hard that it nearly has Jiung toppling off. But Jiung stays planted on, doubling down and rocking Intak through his orgasm as the boy practically sobs through it, trembling with it before going completely boneless, his arms dropping at his sides, his jaw going slack as he pants, his eyes going faraway again, the tear at his eye finally making its way down.
All Jiung can do is stare down at Intak as he slows to a stop, his hand loosening around his throat but staying put. The only sound is Intak’s ragged breaths, Jiung’s deep, stable ones, and your stuttering ones as you try to keep ahold of your sanity.
You watch as Jiung watches Intak, savouring the state of mess he’s left him in. Then Jiung’s eyes are snapping up to yours and you nearly flinch from the intensity of them. His gaze is everything Jiung encompasses— calculating, authoritative, demanding— but dialed to eleven.
His smile is wolfish and downright terrifying as he commands, “Dress off, sweetheart.”
You find yourself complying without a second thought, slipping your dress off with limbs that don’t quite feel like yours. Jiung’s hands are on you within seconds and he’s throwing you down onto your stomach with rough and hurried movements. You perch yourself up to your hands and find that you’re facing where he’d left Intak laid out at the foot of your bed.
Intak is blinking slowly like he’s regaining consciousness and then looking at you, eyes still faraway as he watches with growing interest.
You don’t get much time to worry about him before you feel Jiung’s hand sliding up the length of your spine, warm and rough with use against your bare skin, before stopping between your shoulder blades and pushing down. You follow the guide of his hand, bracing yourself down on your elbows as you arch your hips up to him.
You feel filthy in this position, nerves crackling hot up your spine with anticipation and a bit of fear in tandem. But you find yourself feeling like you belong just like this, right now, for Jiung. It was well earned anyway.
Jiung’s hand slides back slowly, drawing out a shaky breath from you as he unhooks your bra along the way before he’s holding your hips, yanking you back into him so that your exposed core slams against the hard arch of his clothed cock.
You whimper when you feel the pressure of the rough fabric against your sensitive folds, immediately pushing your hips back to grind your clit against the denim, the roughness providing delicious stimulation.
Jiung tsk’s behind you as he pulls his hips back from you. “Impatient,” he mutters but then you’re hearing him undo his belt and zipper and then you’re feeling the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, hot and heavy and pulsing against you as he collects slick. A deep groan escapes him at the contact, the sound reverberating in your skull and intertwining with the pleasure-induced fog.
“Looks like you are too,” you mutter despite your own eagerness as you try to push back again and hook him inside you.
He takes a sharp breath and grabs your hip with one hand, roughly pushing you away. But then he curses to himself and gives in, no doubt pent up from, well, everything, as he shoves himself inside your warm walls with a strained curse, burying himself to the hilt in one go.
Your gasp at the stretch of him, long and curved, as he grinds himself as deep as he can go. You clutch at your sheets, your breath stuck in your throat as you adjust to his size while he struggles to keep himself still with both his hands like iron on your hips.
He plasters himself against your back, grunting into your ear. “Still so fucking tight.” One of his hands comes up to slide under your bra that you didn’t bother to slip off and just hangs loosely off of you, grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing hard.
You whine at the sharp pain, your walls clenching down on his length that gets another strained grunt out of him. He latches onto your neck with his mouth, breathing roughly into your skin.
“Jiung,” you whine as he tugs at your nipple with his fingers and leaves biting kisses down your shoulder. You rock your hips back, your core burning, pulsing, craving for stimulation. “Move.”
He chuckles lowly into your neck and rocks his rips once, the slightest of movement. “Like that?”
You drop your head with a frustrated groan. “Seriously?” You snap. “How are you still being a teasing little shit?”
You should’ve learned your lesson by now not to provoke him if you want things to go your way. But after everything tonight, all the edging and the stringing along and the waiting, you just wanted this one simple thing; to be fucked right. But you regret your words when you feel his arm snake around your throat and he’s straightening up on his knees, pulling you up with your back plastered to his chest, his cock shifting inside of you at the new angle.
You scramble to raise up with him with a panicked gasp, bracing your hands on his forearm and pushing so he doesn’t choke you with his tight hold. You squirm in his grip, his satin shirt rustling against your back at the movement.
“What do you think, Taki?” You hear him say beside your ear. “Should I give her what she wants?”
Your eyes snap down to meet Intak’s which are already looking up at you with rampant attention. It’s only then that you notice that he’s already straining against the dark spot on his jeans again.
He takes one look at your pleading gaze and breathes out shakily, putting a hand over himself and palming down. “Yes,” he answers with a ragged voice.
Jiung hums and squeezes his arm around your neck, your hands doing nothing against his strength, as he whispers in your ear. “Your lucky day.” He presses a deceptively soft kiss to your ear before he’s roughly pushing you back down to your elbows and grabbing your hips again.
You don’t get the chance to thank the heavens for Intak before Jiung is pounding into you hard enough to have you nearly bucking into Intak with every rough thrust, his tight grip on your hips keeping you from toppling out of his control.
You scramble for purchase, one hand finding the sheets and the other finding Intak’s arm. Your moans are fucked out of you along with every other thought in your brain as Jiung carves himself into your pulsing walls, going harder with every frantic thrust.
It’s not long before he’s got you teetering on the edge with every push of his cock against that gummy spot inside of you. Your face is pushed against the bed with Jiung’s hand holding your head down, your bleary eyes locked onto Intak’s as he desperately fists himself, when you hear a loud wave of cheers sounding from the ground floor.
Jiung plasters himself against your back again, bringing one hand down to rub tight circles over your clit as he pushes you right to the edge.
“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, and then has you toppling over the edge, bringing himself right down with you.
You’re left there boneless and dripping with Jiung when you see from the corner of your eye as he and Intak share a secret smile, leaving you to wonder distantly through the fucked-out haze if maybe you’d fallen into a trap you didn’t realize was laid out from the first hello.
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could i please request a scenario, where jongseob is pretty inexperienced and is new to dating, but loves reader a lot, and keeho, being nosy, would try to give tips to jongseob in this regard, especially relating to sexual nature of relationships, for ex. saying how important it is to eat your girl out etc. and jongseob would dismiss him, acting annoyed, however the advice would stay in his mind and he’d actually try it out on the reader, who’d be surprised how “dominant” jongseob suddenly is?
tysm in advance if you end up writing this!!
Jongseob mini: eat it up! (18+ MDNI)
Pairing: Jongseob x reader
Genre: Smut (18+ MDNI)
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: Jongseob eats reader out if it wasn't clear
Authors notes: + this request / MY FIRST ACTUAL SMUT HOW'D I DO (thank u for requesting / not proof read (feel free to point out obvious mistakes eg: kick instead of lick 😀)
Jongseob looked up from where he was writing in his notebook. He couldn't fight the small, genuine smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth just at the mention of you.
"Yeah," Jongseob breathed out, leaning back in the studio chair. "Honestly, Hyung? It’s better than good. It’s amazing. I didn't know I could actually feel this happy. It’s like... every time I see her, I just forget about everything else."
Keeho sat across from him on the sofa as nodded, listening to him gush about you.
"That's sweet, really. Sickeningly sweet," Keeho teased as a smirk bloomed on his face, "And... other things? Going well too?"
"I mean yeah life has been pretty calm lately especially because of our break—"
Keeho rolled his eyes dramatically. "No, Seob. I mean your sex life. How is it in the bedroom?"
The color drained from Jongseob’s face, only to come rushing back in a furious shade of red. He cleared his throat aggressively, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Oh. That. It’s... it’s good too."
Keeho stared at him, silence stretching between them as he waited for him to continue.
Jongseob fidgeted. "What?"
"That's it? Just 'good'?" Keeho pressed, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! It's just great, okay?" Jongseob snapped, his voice cracking slightly. "I don't know what you're expecting me to say!"
Keeho let out a loud, cooing noise, his face scrunching up in delight. "Aww, look at you! You’re being so awkward and cute!" He reached out, his fingers pinching toward Jongseob’s burning cheek.
He slapped Keeho’s hand away with a scowl. "Don't touch me."
Keeho laughed, rubbing his hand, but then his expression sharpened. "Seriously though, you don't have to be embarrassed talking about it with me. I’m just looking out for you." He paused, looking at Jongseob critically. "Are you treating her right? Doing everything you should be doing?"
Jongseob frowned, confused. "I.. I think—"
"What do you mean you think," Keeho cut him off bluntly. "I mean, do you go down on her? You know, do you eat her out?"
The studio went dead silent. Jongseob’s mouth opened, then closed. He looked at the floor, then back up to the wall just past Keeho's shoulder, unable to look directly at him. Eventually he shook his head.
"WHAT?" Keeho practically shrieked, standing up. "You haven't eaten her out yet? How long have you been dating?"
"It’s not like that!" Jongseob said quickly, feeling defensive. "You know how she is! She’s... the dominant one. She’s usually controlling what’s happening! Plus she never asked me to do it, so I just thought—"
Keeho face-palmed so hard Jongseob flinched at the sound. He dragged his hand down his face, looking at Jongseob like he was a lost puppy.
"Seob, listen to me very carefully. Just because she’s more dominant doesn't mean you shouldn't do those things. And of course she’s not going to ask every single time; even dominant girls like when the guy shows initiative sometimes."
Jongseob crossed his arms, now sulky. "But if she wanted it, she’d say so."
"Wrong," Keeho corrected, wagging a finger. "Girls don't want to have to tell you what to do, they just want you to know. It shows you’re devoted. It shows you want to make her feel good without getting anything in return immediately. Trust me." He smirked, that arrogant, know-it-all look taking over his face.
Jongseob was officially annoyed. He grabbed his notebook, ready to storm out. "Okay, fine. Let's hear how you're so good at it then!" he exclaimed, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm glad you asked. First, you can't just dive in. You have to tease her. Use your tongue, but not too hard. And listen to her. Her breathing, those little sounds... they'll tell you everything."
Jongseob would never admit it, but he's taking note of everything in his head.
"And don't stop until her legs are shaking and she's pulling your hair or begging you to stop, whichever comes first. And if she’s dominant, she might try to guide you or tell you what to do which is completely okay! My secret is to press down on her stomach halfway through and just focus on the clit, flick it, really fast and light on her—"
Jongseob felt his ears burning hotter than the sun. He stood up abruptly, shoving his notebook closed. "Okay! That’s enough! I’m leaving. I have actual work to do."
"Wait, I wasn't finished giving you the technique!" Keeho called out.
"I'm not listening!" Jongseob grumbled, turning his back and marching toward the door.
He swung it open, desperate for fresh air, but just as he stepped out into the hallway, he heard Keeho’s voice echo from inside the room, loud and smug.
"You're gonna thank me later!"
—
He doesn't remember making the conscious decision to come here, but there he was standing in front of your door waiting for you to open it.
When you do, and your eyes land on him, they widen. "Seob? You’re here already?" You glanced at the watch on your wrist, stunned. "You're like... five hours early."
"Yeah," he mumbled, stepping inside as you moved aside to let him in. "Schedule ended early." It was a half-truth. He had practically fled the building to escape Keeho’s stupid face.
You weren't complaining, though. A bright smile lit up your face as you pulled him into a hug. "Well, I'm glad. I was just about to start that new drama I told you about. Now we can binge the whole thing together."
A few hours later, you were three episodes in, completely engrossed in the storyline. You were nestled comfortably on the couch, Jongseob’s arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. It was so painfully domestic and peaceful, a sharp contrast to his thoughts.
"You have to initiate it... She’s not going to ask every single time..."
Keeho’s voice was like a broken record in his head, drowning out the dialogue coming from the TV. Jongseob shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it was impossible. You were so close. You smelled like vanilla and your hair was so soft against his neck, and he felt like he was going crazy.
He glanced down at you. From this angle, with your head resting against his chest, his eyes naturally dipped lower. You were wearing a tank top and the way you were leaning gave him a clear view down the front—
Jongseob swallowed hard. He forced his eyes away, staring aggressively at a plant in the corner of the room, trying to think of anything but you.
But then, you moved.
Subconsciously seeking comfort, your hand slid down from his thigh to settle on his knee. You began to stroke it lovingly with your thumb, a slow, rhythmic motion that you probably didn't even realize you were doing.
Jongseob stopped breathing.
The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight up his leg. His heart began to hammer against his ribs, picking up speed until he was sure you could hear it over the drama.
A heavy, unmistakable heat began to pool low in his stomach, blood rushing down his body quickly. It wasn't long before he felt himself twitch inside his jeans, the fabric suddenly feeling way too tight and restrictive.
He shifted his hips, squirming subtly to try and alleviate the uncomfortable friction.
You felt the movement and tilted your head back to look up at him. "Seob? You okay?"
Jongseob froze, his face flushing a deep, violent crimson. He couldn't look you in the eye. "I—Yeah. I'm fine."
You weren't convinced. You sat up, pulling away from his side to get a better look at him. You grabbed the remote and paused the drama.
"Your face is really red," you said, your voice laced with concern. You reached out, pressing the back of your hand against his burning cheek, then his forehead. "You're really warm. Are you sick? Did you work too hard today?"
Jongseob shook his head rapidly, his eyes darting between your lips and your eyes. "No, no, I'm not sick."
"Oh..." You pulled your hand back slightly, looking confused. "Then what's wrong? You seem really tense."
He didn't answer, all he could do was look at you. You looked so pretty, so concerned for him, and completely unaware of the turmoil he was facing. Keeho's advice surged forward again. Show a little initiative.
Jongseob’s gaze dropped to your lips. The nervousness was still there, trembling in his hands, but the need was stronger.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he inched forward until his breath ghosted over your skin.
"Need to kiss you so bad..." he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, breathless and desperate.
Before you could even process the sudden shift in his demeanor, he leaned in the rest of the way, pressing his lips firmly against yours.
His lips moving against yours with a hunger you hadn’t seen in him before. You melted into it for a moment, surprised by his intensity, before your natural instincts kicked in. You pulled back just an inch, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked at his flushed face.
"Is that why you were blushing, Seobie?" you teased, your voice husky. "You wanted to kiss me that badly?"
A small noise escaped him and you quickly swallowed the sound with another kiss. Your hands moved to his chest, pushing firmly against him, intending to guide him down onto his back so you could straddle him like you usually did.
But he didn't budge.
Instead, his hands shot out, gripping your hips with surprising strength. You gasped as he slipped your body beneath his, reversing your positions instantly. You landed softly against the cushions, eyes wide with shock.
Jongseob didn't stop there. He grabbed your wrists, pressing your hands into the couch above your head. His breath was hot against your skin as his lips trailed away from your mouth, grazing down your jawline to find the sensitive spot on your neck.
"Seob..." you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "What's all this?"
He paused against your pulse point, inhaling your scent shakily. "I want to take care of you."
Your heart jolted at the sheer determination in his voice. He lifted his head, his bangs falling into his eyes as he locked his gaze with yours.
"Please," he whispered, searching your eyes for approval. "Please let me take care of you."
Even in this moment of dominance, his submissive nature poked through, needing your permission, needing to know he was being good.
You nodded, unable to find your voice.
Taking that as his cue, Jongseob released your hands, though you didn't move them. He began to trail kisses down your body, moving lower and lower. He shifted, settling himself perfectly between your legs on the couch.
When he reached the waistband of your pajama pants, he paused and looked up at you again, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a soft kiss to your lower tummy.
You snaked a hand into his hair, your fingers tangling in the strand, giving a tug of approval.
He pulled the fabric down slowly, revealing your cute panties and suddenly, his confidence falters.
He wanted nothing more than to be good for you, to please you, but the fear of messing up clawed at his throat.
Almost as if you could read his mind, you whispered, "You're doing so good, Seobie. Making me feel so good."
The praise was like fuel. His shoulders relaxed, and a new wave of confidence washed over him. He hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting them slightly as he lowered his head, pressing a sweet, firm kiss right above where your clit is.
Your back arched off the couch reflexively, a ragged breath escaping you.
Jongseob recalled Keeho's advice. Don't just dive in. Tease her. Listen to her breathing.
Jongseob nudged your legs wider apart, settling deeper into the space between them. With shaky hands, he finally hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your thighs, discarding them to the floor so nothing stood between him and you.
He paused for a second just to take you in, his breath fanning hot over your sensitive skin, letting you feel his anticipation.
The first touch of his tongue was hesitant, a shy, broad stroke from bottom to top that made your breath hitch in your throat. He tasted you slowly, savoring the sweetness, his hands gripping your thighs to steady himself. He took his time exploring the folds of your skin with deliberate licks, seemingly fascinated by every inch of you.
You let out a shaky exhale, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Seob..."
Hearing his name on your lips spurred him on. He grew bolder, the tip of his tongue flickering out to tease your clit lightly before swirling away again. It was maddening in the best way. He was teasing you, just like he’d been told, but there was a genuine curiosity to it, a desire to map out exactly what made you twitch.
He found his rhythm slowly. He began to bob his head, his tongue flattening out to provide more pressure.
The wet, slick sounds of his mouth against you filled the quiet room, mixing with your ragged breathing.
"That’s it, Fuuuuck Jongseob...," you gasped, your hips lifting involuntarily off the cushion to meet his mouth. "Right there."
Jongseob hummed against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your body.
He focused his attention where you wanted it, circling your clit over and over again. He was listening to your body, feeling the way your thighs tensed under his palms, hearing the way your breath turned into short, sharp pants.
He was learning that he also had power over you. Every flick of his tongue made you unravel a little more, and the realization made him more and more excited.
But he needed even more.
Without stopping, he slid his hands from your thighs up to your stomach, pressing onto you firmly as he increased his pace. His tongue travelled down to poke at your entrance as his nose brushed your clit, and the double stimulation had you crying out, your head falling back against the armrest. "That's it.. that's my good boy.."
His tongue traveled back up at the praise. He started to suckle softly, his tongue swirling around it relentlessly.
The sensation was overwhelming, and he had to hold you down harder as your hips began to rut up into his face.
You reached down, your hand finding the back of his head again as you guided him further against you, needing more friction.
Jongseob didn't resist. He let you control the depth, his compliance shining through sweetly. He gave you everything you asked for, his jaw working tirelessly, his tongue stiffening to give you the pressure you needed to tip over the edge.
"Mngh," you whimpered, your tensing in waves. "Seob, I'm close!"
Hearing that, he abandoned all hesitation. He moved faster, harder, drinking down your cries as your hips fucked wildly against his mouth. He stayed right there with you, anchoring you through the searing pleasure until you finally broke apart, crying out his name as your climax wrecked through you.
He kept his mouth pressed to you through the aftershocks, soothing the oversensitive skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses, tasting the prize on his lips.
As your breathing slowly began to even out, leaving you floating in a hazy cloud of bliss, you reached down. Your legs felt like jelly, but your hands were steady as you cupped Jongseob’s face, guiding him upward.
He came willingly, crawling up your body until he was hovering over you again. His face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, his lips slick and swollen. You didn't give him a chance to speak as you pulled him down, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. You ran your tongue along his lips, licking him clean and tasting your own sweetness on him. It was a raw, possessive act that made him shudder against you.
You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, your fingers tracing the shell of his ear. "Wow," you breathed, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "I didn't know you were that good at giving head, Seobie. That was amazing."
Jongseob ducked his head, a shy, pleased smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "It was my first time... I just really wanted to make you feel good."
He kissed you again before grabbing your hands. "Here," he murmured gently. He sat back on his heels and helped you sit up on the couch, his hands lingering on your waist, ever the attentive boyfriend.
As he shifted back to give you space, the dim light from the TV caught a dark, damp stain spreading across the crotch of his jeans.
You blinked, processing what you were seeing, and then you had to bite your lip to stop the grin threatening to take over your face.
"Jongseob," you started, your voice dancing with amusement. You pointed a finger at his lap. "Did you cum in your pants just from eating me out?"
Jongseob froze. He looked down slowly, following your gaze and when he saw the unmistakable wet patch soaking through the denim, his eyes went wide. He hadn't even realized it happened... he had been so completely consumed by the sight and sound of your pleasure, so focused on being good for you, that his body had just reacted on its own.
His face turned even redder. "I—I didn't—I mean, I—" He stammered helplessly, covering his face with his hands. "Oh my god."
You couldn't hold it back anymore. You started to giggle, the sound bubbling up from your chest. It was just too endearing.
"I can't believe it," you teased gently, reaching out to him. "You liked it that much?"
He made a muffled noise of despair behind his hands, looking like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen.
"Come here, you big baby!" you laughed warmly.
You pulled him forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Jongseob practically collapsed into you, burying his burning face in the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment. You held him tight, stroking the back of his hair as he clung to you, his breathing hot against your skin.
In the back of his mind, annoyingly irritating and smug, the words echoed:
⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ pairing | intak x reader
𓆩♡ synopsis | when you’re snowed in at a party and stranded at your friend’s house for the night, you and intak are left to share a bed. and you’ve both been pent up with months of no action so… where else is the night supposed to go, really?
⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), smut, one bed trope, friends to fwb, mutual masturbation, grinding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t do it), creampie
𓆩⟡ length | 4.2k
➻ requested by @blondechariot!
𓆩⟡𓆪 note || needy intak is my fave intak (also what do we think about the coloured title, keep it or trash it i honestly can’t tell)
You don’t expect Intak to be the one you’d be sharing your assigned bed with. But there he is scrolling through his phone, splayed out on the bed with his arm tucked behind his head and shirt riding above his jeans exposing a sliver of tanned skin.
You stop short at the door, a set of borrowed pajamas clutched in your hands. “Oh.”
Intak blinks up from his phone and stares at you for a short moment. “Oh.” He sits up quickly, the motion ruffling up his dark, floppy hair. “Was this supposed to be your room?”
“No,” you say, then quickly shake your head. “No, I mean yes. Well, all the rooms are full so they told me I’d have to share but I didn’t know who was going to be here.”
“Ah!” Intak quickly scampers to the side of the bed to make room for you. “Fine with me, come here.”
This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen asleep with him. Granted, usually it would be curled up on the couch whether it be because you were too tired to drag yourselves home after a late party or falling asleep from watching a movie. But you’re grateful it’s him you’re sharing with. He’s been your friend for years now so sharing a bed with him wouldn’t be as awkward as it would be with anyone else at this party.
“It’s kind of a small bed,” he says, looking at the empty space he left for you, which really wasn’t much. The bed’s smaller than a double.
You just shrug, making your way into the room after locking the door shut behind you. “I don’t mind, really.” You say, dropping the tank top and shorts on the bed. “Do you?”
He quickly shakes his head with a dorky little smile. “Nah. Can we cuddle?”
The direct question gets a snort out of you. “Wow, you’re so single you’re fishing for cuddles from me?”
His lips turn down into an adorable little pout. “Low blow. It’s not like you’re any better than me.”
You scrunch your nose in distaste. “Well you didn’t have to bring it up, asshole.”
“You did it first!”
You groan. “Logic. Whatever,” you huff before reaching for the hem of the shirt you’re wearing.
You slip it off of your body and pick up the tank top you left on the bed. You see Intak quickly turn his head from the corner of your eye but you can’t really find it in yourself to care; he’s respectful enough that you know he won’t leer like a creep.
Though you can feel the weight of his attention on you as you change into the shorts. The clothes are a little small on you, exposing more of you than you’re used to, but they’ll do for the night.
When you look back at Intak, he’s got his head leaned back against the headboard with his eyes lasered on the ceiling. You also see the brushes of red on his cheeks and neck.
You laugh under your breath as you climb onto the bed, mirroring his position. The bed doesn’t allow any space between you; your shoulder presses right against his where you settle down in your spot.
“Don’t tell me that got you all bothered.” You can’t help but tease him; you’re always looking to get a reaction out of him. He makes it too easy sometimes.
He turns to you with a glare that has all the intimidation factor of a baby duck. “Hey, it’s been a long time, alright?” He states defensively. “And you know what you look like.”
Your lips pull into a wide grin at that and you see it clearly on his face when he immediately realizes his mistake. “Oh?” You ask, leaning into him. “What do I look like?”
He groans dramatically. “No, don’t do this again!” He cries, quickly shuffling down the bed and burying himself under the blanket.
You cackle, your hand finding his head over the blanket and patting it affectionately. “You’re just too easy, Taki.”
It’s a little cruel to consistently bring up that minuscule crush he had on you in freshman year back when you were dating that good-for-nothing brick-chewer (Intak’s words). But that was years ago and he’s far gotten over it and you know that by now. You just can’t help but to bring it up and hold it over his head, though. His reactions are always too cute.
When Intak still doesn’t come back out, you grab his head over the blanket with your hand and shake it. “I’m just messing with you. I’m aware of what I look like, I don’t blame you.”
He peeks out from under the blanket, letting just his glaring eyes be visible to you. “Don’t get a big head about it.”
“Nah.”
He rolls his eyes while you shuffle down to join him under the blankets.
But your mind has latched onto that tidbit of information and you can’t help but let your curiosity take reign. “So how long has it actually been?”
He blinks and pulls the blanket down to his shoulders. “What?”
“Sex.”
His brows raise at the blunt ask, the light blush returning to his cheeks. He worries his lip between his teeth as he looks up at the ceiling in thought. “…Seven months?”
You let out a low whistle. “Worse than me then.” He raises his brow at you questioningly and you answer his silent question with a, “Six.”
His nose scrunches. “Yikes.”
You both spend a moment in silent, mournful understanding.
“Are you going to sleep in your jeans?”
It takes a second for him to process, and when it does, he looks almost scandalized. “You don’t mind if I’m in my boxers?”
“No, it’s fine.”
He stares at you for a moment longer, considering, before you feel him shuffling around under the blanket. He works himself out of his jeans then drops them on the floor beside the bed.
You raise a brow at him. “You’re not even gonna fold it?”
He answers you with a pout. “You sound like Jiung.”
You groan, rolling onto your side to face away from him. “Don’t compare me to him. I’m no nagger like he is.”
You hear him giggle behind you and ruffle around as he settles in properly. You can feel the heat of him against your back, close enough to know but not enough to feel it. You don’t really think twice before you shift back and press your back into his side, seeking out the warmth. “You’re warm,” you mumble.
You feel him tense against you and you’re about to pull away, but then he’s turning over and slinging his arm around your waist, pulling you further into him. He’s turned so you’re against his chest now. “You’re warmer,” he says into the back of your head. “Like a portable furnace.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you’re still around.”
You laugh and let your hand cover his cold and shaky one, before you let the heaviness of your eyes pull them shut. It silences after that and you’re lulled towards sleep by his steady breaths.
You’re about to drift off until you feel Intak start shifting behind you. He settles after a few seconds. But then he starts to shuffle about again. Stops. And then again, and you feel the warmth of his body detach from your back.
“Intak?” Your voice sounds drowsy even to yourself.
He freezes up behind you, his arm tense around you. “Sorry,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re too tired but his voice sounds strained. “I thought you were asleep.”
“Something wrong?”
“No, nothing,” he says, too quickly.
You take it as it is, too tired to care, and shuffle yourself back into him again. But your eyes snap wide open when your hips press against his and you can feel his predicament against you.
He makes a choked noise at the contact, a sound that goes straight to your gut without your permission.
“Oh,” you say.
And then he’s quickly pulling away from you, scrambling out apologies. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says in a panic but you’re quick to turn around and grab his arm before he could accidentally shove himself off the bed.
“Hey,” you say, yanking him back towards you. “It’s fine.”
He’s on his back with his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted as he takes deep breaths to try to ease himself down. “S-Sorry,” he says again. “Just give me a second, I’ll be good in a minute.”
He’s got the blanket clutched over his lap in a knuckle-white grip. You can’t help but giggle.
His eyes snap open to you, looking disjointed and offended. “Are you laughing at me?”
“No,” you say, a crooked grin on your lips. “You’re just cute.”
He groans, curling in on himself, pushing his knees up to his chest. “Nothing about this is cute! It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” you state as you pat his arm, the skin of his bicep warm against your palm.
Even that small touch gets a full body twitch out of him and you’re left taken aback by just how sensitive he is. He must be really pent up if all it takes is a little cuddle to set him off and a little bit of touch to get any reaction out of him.
But you’re no better. Because the sight of him like this, on his back left panting and flushed because he’s merely in your presence and from minimal contact with you? It fills you with a strange sense of thrill, one that feeds your insatiable curiosity and makes the tips of your fingers itch.
“Hey,” you say. His eyes on you again, big and round with shame and a heat that he’s visibly resisting, has you talking before you can think. “Let me help you.”
You can practically see his brain stutter behind his eyes as he blinks rapidly to process. “What?”
“Let me help,” you repeat. “You’re clearly struggling. Maybe—” You pause to actually think this time before you continue. “Maybe we can help each other out? I mean, we’re both struggling.” The words hang unanswered in the air as he continues to stare at you. “Actually, you don’t have to decide anything just yet but… Let me do this for you first?” You push yourself forward, let your hand slide down his arm to grasp the edge of the blanket he has clutched in his hand.
You think maybe he’s about to reject it when he still doesn’t respond, but then he lets that heat in his eyes pool in black desire along with a pleading eagerness that has the itch in your fingertips prickle stronger. “Yeah,” he breathes, moving his hand off of the blanket and uncurling himself, giving you way. “Please…”
You have to take a breath to settle the way your heart leaps at the polite plea. You give him a reassuring smile before you grab the blanket and slowly pull it aside.
The audible gasp that leaves your lips would surely get a laugh out of Intak if he wasn’t so muddled out by his growing arousal. But you can’t even bring yourself to care, because holy shit is he big, even through just the imprint of his dark boxers.
“Jesus, Intak,” you mutter, your hand moving towards him. You don’t touch him just yet, a little intimidated, but you let your fingers brush teasingly against the waistband of his boxers. “You've been hiding all this away from me?” You try to tease but your throat closes around the words.
He whines, whines, as his hips twitch under your feathery touch. “Please don’t tease me,” he begs, keeping those round eyes on you. Eyes that have your resolve cracking quickly. You figure tonight’s not the time to draw things out. Next time, you tell yourself, and you’re shocked to find yourself praying there is a next time.
You've never seen your friend in this state before but it’s scary how quickly you’re getting addicted to the sight of him. The thought reminds you just how horny you’ve been these past few months with no helping hand.
“I got you, baby,” you coo softly, then let your hand travel down to grasp him, getting a choked gasp out of Intak.
He’s thick and hot to the touch even through the fabric, and you can feel him twitch under your ministrations as you start to languidly palm at him.
Your eyes are fixed solely on his face that twitches and strains with pleasure. His teeth dig into the plush of his lower lip, his hands clutching the sheets at his sides, his eyes squeezing shut under the pleasure of your warm hand. He’s already squirming, his hips rolling up to press against your hand.
“Feel good?” You ask him, your voice already a little breathless.
He doesn’t speak, just nods eagerly as he blinks his eyes open and looks at you again. “More?” He asks you in a small voice, with a pointed grind against your palm. “Please?”
You smile at him despite the way he sends your head spinning with how submissive he’s being. You didn’t expect him to be this pliant in bed, but either you were severely wrong about him or he’s just severely horny.
Either way, you give into him. “Since you asked so nicely,” you say in a playful tone. He’s even more fun to tease like this.
You pull his boxers down to his thighs enough to expose him and the sight of him, long and red at the tip and leaking, has you clamping your thighs together.
You quickly wrap your hand around his tip, collecting the arousal before working your fist down to spread it. The moan Intak lets out at the first stroke is guttural, straight from the base of his ribs. “Fuck,” he whispers, his eyes fluttering closed as you start at a slow pace, fist tight around him. “Yes,” he gasps, his hips bucking up in mindless little rocks. “J-Just like that… Please…”
You can feel yourself throbbing with arousal at the sight, the sound, the feel of him as you stroke him at a steady pace, squeezing around his tip with every upstroke.
It’s not long before the pulsing between your hips gets unbearable as you watch him come undone with just your hand. You slide your free hand between your thighs, over the thin shorts, to press against your aching heat for some relief. It subsides just a little but it’s really not enough.
You catch Intak’s eyes zero in on the hand you have between your legs and you almost don’t hear him through the growing fog in your head.
“What?” You ask when you see his lips moving but don’t hear the words, your pace on his cock faltering.
His hand releases the sheets and reaches to brush against your wrist. “Let me,” he says again. His voice, rough with arousal, has another wave of heat pulsing through your core. The words have no better effect on you.
You find yourself nodding before you realize, your own hand falling aside to give him way as you shuffle closer.
He’s not as patient as you are. His hand is quick to pull your shorts down your hips, grumbling something about these fucking shorts before he’s shoving two fingers under the thin cotton of your panties and drawing tight, quick circles over your clit.
You gasp as the onslaught of hot pleasure bursting through your core at his frantic place. “Fuck, Intak,” you grunt before you pick up the pace on his cock to keep up.
He slides his fingers down to gather the arousal that pools at your entrance before he returns to circle your clit with it. But he seems to get a little distracted, reroutes to slide his fingers down to dip around in your folds just around your entrance after a few quick circles around your clit. He does this a few times, prods at your hole before returning to our swollen bud, a routine that has your hips squirming under his touch and your breaths stuttering. Eventually he slides down and settles to circle around your entrance before his middle finger slides into you in one smooth push.
“Shit!” You hiss, your walls clamping down on him. His finger is longer than your own and reaches depths of yourself you’ve been struggling to explore on your own.
He glances up at your face, sees the clouded lust there, before he starts to work the finger in and out at a steady pace. It’s not long before he’s working two fingers, then three fingers pumping into your cunt at a rapid pace to match the one you have on him.
You try to keep your focus on working his cock in your hand but the way his thick fingers crook inside of you and strokes your gummy walls has you panting and craving for more.
Your eyes are on him in your hand, leaking profusely and throbbing under your palm. Your walls squeeze around his fingers when the thought of having that inside of you flits through your mind. But the lines to all of this are starting to get blurry and you’re still wading through unknown waters.
But you need something.
So you pull your hand off of him and push at his hand inside of you. Intak retreats with a confused look as you pull off your shorts then get on your knees.
“Let me just—“ You can’t even get yourself to explain so you move to straddle his waist and push your panties aside to expose your cunt, letting yourself hover just over where his thick length lays on his stomach. You catch his wide eyes with your own pleading ones. “I won’t put it in. Can I just—“
You don’t get to finish before he has his hands on your hips and he pulls you down, your cunt landing flush on his cock.
You both moan in tandem at the contact. He’s hot and pulsing and solid between your folds, your arousal coating over him as you move yourself to slide up. The slow drag has a tremble roll through Intak’s body, his hands tightening on your hips.
“Keep going,” he says, nearly demanding as he looks up at you, eyes half lidded and glazed over with lust.
You comply and start at a slow pace, dragging yourself up and down on his cock, your slick coating the way. You let your clit catch against his tip with each drag, and it has both of you twitching and whining each time.
Your eyes stay firmly on his face, on his eyes that are on you but not present. They flutter, threaten to roll back with each slide of your warmth over his cock.
His hands start to move you at some point, picking up the pace as he gets impatient and gets pushed closer and closer to the edge.
“M’not gonna last,” he says through his breathy moans, frantic as his hips buck up against yours.
You can feel the coil in your gut starting to tighten too. “Me neither,” you mutter through grit teeth as you let him move your body for you, chasing the pleasure for both of you.
When he suddenly stops, you’re met with his dark eyes on the sight of himself prodding between your gushing folds. “Wha—” You yelp when you’re suddenly lifted off. Then you’re on your back and Intak is on top of you, hands gripping your thighs apart as he slots his cock back between your folds as he starts to thrust frantically, as if he were fucking you.
The look on his face is tight with desire and desperate as he stares down at you, eyes bearing down with clouded heat. His hips start to stutter, grunts tumbling from his lips. The tip of his cock catches against your entrance and the pressure there has your body jerking. Intak drops his head on your shoulder with a shuddering gasp as he lets himself linger there at your entrance for a moment. You think he’s about to push in and finally sate that ache growing in your core to be stretched and split open on his cock. But then he’s pulling back and letting himself resume just grinding himself between your folds.
The disappointment is almost overbearing but it quickly subsides with the stimulation on your clit driving your attention back to your impending climax.
You hear Intak whisper your name against your ear followed by a whimper. “Please,” he says before you feel his tip slide down from your clit and prod against your entrance again, purposefully this time.
Your hands grab onto his arms braced on either side of you, your core pulsing with the pressure of him right against your throbbing entrance. “Intak…” You want it, so badly, but you’re just not sure if it’s pushing things too far.
“Please, just—“ He drags himself back up and rubs over your clit, making you whine. “Just for a bit,” he pleads, then slides back down to your hole and pushes, just barely breaching inside, but the pressure is enough for your body to go taut with arousal and your mind go momentarily blank.
“Fuck,” you hiss, your walls clenching, practically begging to drag him inside. “Fuck, do it, Intak, just—“
You’re cut off with a gasp as he starts to push in. He stops when he’s got in just the tip and you’re about to push him all the way in yourself but then his body crumples on top of you with jerky movements as he lets out a strangled moan. You feel spurts of hot liquid shoot down your walls, pooling inside you and filling you with warmth.
His head lands on your shoulder with another strained moan as he pulses through his orgasm and you’re about to pull away but then he’s pushing all the way inside of you in a thrust so hard it has you bucking up the bed.
“Intak!” You cry in shock, your hands clawing into his back. It feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside, a pain so sharp that it embers into pleasure.
He doesn’t respond, instead just starts fucking you at a pace that scrambles your insides and your head, still hard and throbbing inside of you despite just having come. He fucks his cum back into you, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold your legs down in a mating press.
He lifts his head from your shoulder and presses it against yours, eyes teary and so far gone as he looks down at you. “Can’t stop,” he says through whiny pants. “Don’t— don’t want to stop.” He looks overwhelmed and overstimulated, his entire body twitching with every thrust inside of you and trembling, yet he still pushes forward, still fucks into you despite the pain.
You don’t have the strength to respond through words, every sense knocked out of your head with each hard thrust. He stops, pulls out some, adjusts his angle, then starts fucking in again at an angle that has his tip abusing that gummy spot inside of you with a terrifying accuracy and has you barreling towards your orgasm.
You open your mouth to warn him but he shoves himself all the way in, deep enough that you feel him kiss your cervix, with a thrust so hard it has your orgasm ripping right out of you with a scream of his name.
You spasm and pulse around him as you come, creating a mess around his cock and over your thighs.
And yet, Intak still doesn’t stop. He pulls back and starts pounding into you again, tears catching onto his lashes as whimpers and gasps about how he’s still so hard, how you feel so good, how he just can’t stop, just needs a little bit longer, begs you to let him cum inside you again as he fucks into you with a vigour that has your soul practically lifting out of your body, asks you please like a broken record right up until he cums inside of you for a second time, just as intense as the first, and has you gushing around him once again with an orgasm that pulses through you unannounced.
All at once you both crumble and it’s like all motion ceases except your heavy breaths weaving into the thick air.
You’re not sure how long you lay there for with Intak splayed on top of you, still buried inside of you, the mess of you both trickling out and spreading down your thighs. You stare up at the ceiling as you slowly piece yourself back together from being fucked to tatters by your friend.
“Fuck,” you mutter as the realization of what’s just happened settle into the logical part of your brain.
Intak makes an acknowledging hum into your shoulder, still too liquid, still too gone to speak.
“Should’ve just come to you a while ago,” you wonder aloud.
He bristles at that and lifts himself up, the movements shifting him inside of you and leaving you shuddering from sensitivity. He winces as he slowly slides out of you, then drops himself beside you.
“You’re not mad?”
“I will be if we don’t get to do that again,” you answer simply.
There’s a playful grin playing on his lips as he rolls his head to peer at you, dark eyes twinkling. “That can be arranged.”
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⟢ note || should i finish my other two wips that i started first? no, i'll do this instead
HYUNG LINE
—⊹₊⟡⋆ INTAK
The sight of Intak under you, crying from being all fucked out and dumb from overstimulation, is one that you’ll never get tired of.
Not with the way he sniffles as he repeats your name like a prayer, not while he’s fighting his glassy eyes to stay open, not while he’s clawing at your unrelenting hips as you ride him with no mercy for how sensitive he is from already coming twice.
But despite everything, he’s still hard and throbbing inside you and begging you to keep going, please don’t stop, give him another, and who are you to deny that wide, starry-eyed gaze.
“You’re so needy, Takki,” you coo through your heavy breaths, sliding one hand up to wrap around his neck. “Already gave you two and you want another?”
He whines when your fingers squeeze down at the sides of his neck, his eyes rolling back while his kiss bitten lips fall open, giving way to panting breaths.
You can feel the way his muscles go taut under you as you fuck him to his edge, can feel him pulsing against your walls. His breaths start to get all high and frantic, his hips driving up in quick, pathetic little rolls, and he fucks himself up into you right until—
Your ringtone pierces through and shatters the moment. You land down on his twitching hips with a frustrated breath. Intak whines, mourning the loss of stimulation as you reach over to the nightstand.
“No, mm, please don’t,” Intak pleads you, his hands reaching out for your waist as he keeps trying to buck up into you in search of that lost high.
But you keep yourself still over him, grabbing his wrist and pinning it down to the bed. “You can hold for just a minute,” you scold him, then lean down to peck his lips when he lets out a whimper that tugs at your heartstrings.
The kiss seems to settle him just a little; he sighs deeply and nods, letting his body go lax as much as it can while it’s still trembling from the loss.
You answer the phone, bringing it up to your ear as you soothe your hand over Intak’s twitching stomach. “Hello?”
“Hey!” It’s Jiung’s voice. “Is Intak with you? He’s not picking up his phone.”
You look down at Intak, whose eyes are unfocused and glued onto your lips. He’s not processing a single word.
“Yeah, he’s here.”
“Great, can I talk to him for a bit?”
You’re about to deny him, but the sadistic part of you sings at the chance to torture your whiney boy just a little more. “Of course.”
Intak’s eyes start to clear when he sees that grin curling on your face. You put the phone on speaker before dropping it beside Intak’s head, and that has Intak blinking up at you all wide and confused.
“It’s Jiung,” you tell him, then brace your hands on his stomach and lift yourself up his cock slowly.
A moan threatens to escape at the sudden stimulation but you see him quickly bite it back before it can spill.
“H-Hyung,” he bites out through a rough breath, his face twisting in pain when you start to fuck yourself slowly down on him.
“Intak-ah,” you hear Jiung say. “I had an idea for WASP.”
The way Intak physically fights to hold his noises has a smile pulling on your lips despite the way he’s glaring weakly up at you.
“T-That’s— We talked about that already,” Intak says through laboured breaths. “Jongseob— mm—“
“Yeah, I know I know,” Jiung interrupts, sounding a little miffed. “I know I can’t be part of it but can’t I still give ideas at— are you working out?”
You bite down on your lip to stifle your laugh, bringing yourself down sharply on the next thrust.
“Ah— Sort of,” Intak snaps through grit teeth, throwing his head back with a shaky breath when you roll your hips down again, hard.
“With her?” Jiung asks, completely clueless. “I thought you liked working out alone.”
Intak’s eyes are tearing up again and he’s starting to writhe out of control under you, and you actually feel a little bit bad now.
“Jiung,” you call, reaching over to grab your phone. “Can Intak call you back?”
“Uh, yeah, sure it can wait. Enjoy your—“
You end the call and drop the phone, surging forward to kiss Intak’s trembling lips.
He sobs into the kiss, his arms winding tightly around you. “—‘re so mean,” he whines into the kiss but you shush him quiet, letting your hips pick up the pace with intent.
“Sorry baby,” you whisper, pecking his lips again. “You can come for me now.”
—⊹₊⟡⋆ SOUL
Soul’s tongue is driving you crazy, rapid and warm as it fucks into your soaked, fluttering walls.
His arms are steel as they wrap around your thighs and hold your squirming body down on the kitchen counter. It doesn’t matter that you’re shaking and pulling at his hair, overwhelmed from already coming on his tongue twice; he’s adamant on pulling another one out of you.
“Shota,” you whine, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging, but all he does is shove his tongue deeper into you. “Fuck! ‘S too much!”
He pulls away, and you gasp a breath of relief as the burning sensation from the relentless stimulation finally starts to ease down. When you hear him curse, you blink out the haze in your eyes and look up at him. Confusion clouds through your lust when you see him fumbling for something in his pocket.
“What is it?” You ask through stuttered breaths, trying to sit yourself up but his hand shoots up to your chest and pushes you right back down.
“No,” he snaps, pulling his phone out of his back pocket with his other hand. “I’m not done with you yet. I forgot to call Seob.”
You can’t even ask him what the hell he’s going on about before the phone is ringing and on speaker and then he’s attaching his mouth back to your cunt.
The onslaught of stinging pleasure from his tongue circling your clit has you crumpling down on the cold marble again, your head thrown back with shaky moans.
Jongseob’s voice cutting through the phone has you scrambling to clamp your hand down over your mouth, frantic to hold your noises in.
“Shota, where the hell are you?”
Soul detaches his mouth from you with a wet smack but his thumb is right there to take its place, drawing quick circles around your throbbing clit.
“Something came up,” Soul says, his eyes glued onto the way your walls flutter around nothing. “I’m gonna be a little late.” Then his tongue is shoving its way back into your pulsing walls, his finger still unrelenting on your clit, and you have to fight with all your willpower to bite back the loud whine that bubbles in your throat.
“You could’ve told me that before I started the lobby,” Jongseob grumbles through the line, completely unaware of the fact that his best friend is defiling his girl on the other end. “What are you doing anyway?”
Soul lifts off of you, answers him with your name, cuts the call, then attaches his lips around your clit and sucks.
You don’t have the mind to scold him, too busy coming on his mouth for the third time.
—⊹₊⟡⋆ JONGSEOB
“Stay still,” Jongseob hisses, his hands clamping down on your squirming hips to keep them still on his lap.
You whine softly, your walls squeezing down on his hardening length inside of you as you struggle to ease around the stretch.
You felt a little bad about disrupting his gaming session but it was late and you were feeling needy and he was quick to invite you onto his lap when he noticed you writhing around on the bed. He'd asked you to keep him warm while he finished his level and you were content with getting anything.
But feeling him steadily growing inside you while he clicked away on his keyboard had your craving for him grow stronger than your patience.
“Seobie,” you whine as his hands leave you for his keyboard and mouse again.
Warm lips press against your temple in an attempt to quell your impatience. “Just a little longer,” he tells you calmly, though you pick up the uptick in his breaths. “Then I’ll fuck you good, promise.”
You pout but hold onto his words, leaning back on his chest. “Can I touch myself?”
“No.”
You nearly whine but you decide against being bratty; you’d rather not set him off and have him tease you for hours again.
So you settle down, slow your breaths, and let yourself relax around his cock, mustering every patient bone in your body. The easy air gets tempered when his Discord ringtone cuts sharply through the ambient noises of his game, making you flinch.
Jongseob is quick to accept the call and Soul’s voice comes clear from where Jongseob’s headphones are hung around his neck.
“Hello?”
“Shota,” Jongseob greets and switches over to the Discord tab where you watch Soul’s icon fluoresce as he speaks through the call.
“I’m bored,” is what he says, and you’re not entirely sure why the sound of his voice has you pulsing around Jongseob.
Jongseob’s hand comes down on your hip again as he leans back in his chair, pulling your back against his chest with his other hand.
“I thought you were playing Minecraft,” Jongseob says, his hand falling down to caress your bare thigh. The casual way he speaks while he’s got his cock buried inside you has that needy feeling fester hotter in your gut.
“I was,” Soul huffs. “And now I’m bored. What are you doing? Can I join you?”
Your walls clamp down sharply on Jongseob. If only Soul knew just what he was asking to join in on… That thought digs itself into your head and seeps through the dangerous parts of your brain. You bite down on your lip, dropping your head on Jongseob’s shoulder as you try to eradicate every lewd image that flashes through your brain.
Jongseob stills behind you, his hand freezing where it was kneading down on your thigh. There’s a palpable silence as you feel his gaze burning down on you; you can practically feel him uncovering every thought in your head with just his eyes.
“Join me, huh?” You hear Jongseob mutter in a tone that you know promises danger.
You gasp sharply as his hand lifts from your thigh, his finger pressing against your throbbing clit.
“Yes,” says Soul. “What are you doing?”
A quiet whine slips through your lips as his finger starts to circle your clit. His lips press warmly against your ear as he whispers to you, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
You watch with wide eyes as his other hand reaches around you and moves his mouse to hover over the camera button.
You don’t stop him.
a/n — might continue the soulseob one in a proper fic…
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content warning: reader is has a pussy, predator/prey dynamic, slight fear play, talking lightly about a scenario of killing reader, objectification, unthorough kink discussion, safeword discussed multiple times but not used, the first Sceam movie used in play (like actually), hiding as part of play, pet names for reader [sweetheart, baby], unspoken consent, face-slapping, humiliation, predatory phrases used as part of play [DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT], "victim" being used for reader, use of knife threatened, unprotected PIV sex, minimal prep, slight dacryphilia, praise questionmark?, aftercare
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summary: You were watching scary movies with your boyfriend, which led to making a bet, which led to being hunted down in your own home.
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“Oh, come on! That was the most obvious hiding spot you could’ve chosen!”
It was Halloween, and you had roped your boyfriend, Intak, into watching classic horror movies with you. He knew you loved the genre, and even though it wasn’t quite his cup of tea, you had been so excited about having your month full of spooks that he’d agreed. He didn’t know that you were so passionate about how stupid the victims were in these films. “They’re probably not thinking straight! You know, with being chased after by a killer and all!” Intak tried to plead with you to give these characters some grace, feeling bad for them when they’re just trying their best. “Intak, baby, I love you, but everybody knows that the first place they’ll look is in the closet or under the bed.”
Even though you were arguing with him about the movie’s logic, you never took your eyes off the screen, completely sucked into the movie that was playing. Intak smirked, realising how fun it would be to rile you up. “Yeah?” His eyes were looking at you all over. You had comfortable clothes on: a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, as did he. You finally tore your eyes away from the film, finding a moment of calm in the story, turned towards him and said: “Yeah,” before going straight back to watching. Intak leaned back, calm and casual as can be, watching the movie before you coming to a bloody end, and spoke up again. “Like you could do any better.”
He knew he was pushing your buttons, and he was enjoying doing so. You scoffed. “Please, of course I could.” Intak chuckled, smug as can be, seeing as you were walking right into the plan that he’d quickly thought of. “You wanna bet on that?” His tone was smug, egging you on to prove him wrong. You frowned, turning to look at him again, no longer interested in the movie, as the credits would be rolling across the screen at any time. “What, you’re going to hire someone to come and try to kill me to prove a point?” Your eyebrow raised as you asked him, trying to figure out what exactly was going through his head. Only for your questioning jab to be met with a growing smile on his face, one of those you knew meant bad news. He let out a breathy laugh. “Too much of a hassle, why don’t I just do it myself?”
You snorted, thinking it was all just a setup for a weird and spooky joke. It wasn’t unlike the two of you to make jokes like that, even though that was toeing the line into ‘too weird’ territory. But he didn’t say anything. “Wait, are you serious?” His wolfish smile turned a little softer, getting you to relax again after having tensed about the weird comment he’d made. “Well, not like… kill you, but…” He leaned forward a little, closer to you, to start the discussion, “I don’t know, since you’re so confident that you would do better than any horror movie blonde ever could, I thought I could chase you through the house and see for myself.”
You blinked, not sure if you’d heard right. Intak? Chase you? If you were honest, it sounded pretty fun, and you were definitely up for proving yourself. But… “Why? What do you get out of it?” You raised your eyebrow as you raised the question, squinting to try and read his expression. What you got back was a quick smile and a little shrug. “The knowledge of having proved you wrong? Being able to use that fact against you sounds nice.” You weren’t convinced. You’d seen Intak fired up when it comes to competition more than a few times, and he almost always got worse when there was a prize for the winner at the end. This wasn’t enough of a prize for him. “Out with it. That’s not all, is it?”
Suddenly, his smile turned into something else. It was playful, but in an eerie way. His eyes turning predatory made the smile that much more unsettling, and you could feel a rush going through your body, not exactly disliking being looked at by him in that way. “Okay, so maybe that wasn’t all I was thinking of for when I win…” You wanted to correct his ‘when’ to ‘if’, but his stare was holding you in place, the anticipation of what he would say holding you in limbo. He huffed out a quiet chuckle, seeing you holding your breath until he continued. “Maybe I was thinking that when I’m hunting my prey, I should be able to devour it when I’ve caught it.”
You sucked in a breath, head spinning at the heavy implication of what he said. Maybe you should’ve been more alarmed at the way he was speaking about you, objectifying you, viewing you as a thing to win, to conquer. His eyes ran over you as you had your reaction, as if already getting a taste of you as an appetiser before his meal. “If you’re…” His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, bringing it back shortly with his tongue to bite on the lip before continuing his sentence: “… okay with that.” You nodded before a thought had a chance to form at all, heart racing as excitement crept into your veins and had you feeling restless to begin.
He leaned further towards you, eyes staring you down, fingers coming up to catch your chin, pursing his lips and looking not too pleased. “Speak.” You could barely look him in the eyes with how close he was, and you felt like your voice was robbed from you, but you still did as he said, with embarrassing speed: “Yes! I’m okay with that.” You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, the shifting of your throat catching his attention, and he paused to look at your lips before making eye contact again. “And you remember your safeword?” You were about to nod again before you caught yourself and spoke. “Curry.” The corners of his lips were pulled once again, adorning his face with a light smile. It wasn’t one that took away the nerves that were buzzing all throughout your body, or one that had your heart sink further. It was one that thickened the tension until you couldn’t breathe.
He spoke lowly, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on your skin, as he hadn’t moved away, still having you right on the edge of him; not quite having you, but not quite leaving you any wiggle room either. “I’m going to find the first Scream movie and put it on. You have until the first hang-up in the movie before I come after you.” Scream was one of the horror movies that you’d made him watch that Intak had enjoyed the most, and he knew that you had probably watched it so many times that you were aware of when the hang-up happened. Which you did, your eyes wide when realising he wasn’t giving you much more than 30 seconds from when the movie started. One corner of his mouth raised, pulling his lips into a smirk, seeing the time limit dawn on you.
He let go of the hold he had on your chin, reaching for the remote that was on the coffee table. You felt frozen in place as he picked it up and started to find the movie on the streaming service that you had. He glanced over at you for a second, amused that you weren’t moving even though he hadn’t told you that your time only started when the movie did. He took his time pulling up the familiar movie, and it was the longest second in your life between the movie being pulled up and Intak pressing start.
As you heard the recognisable piano, you shot up from the couch, hearing the gunshot and the phone ringing that was right at the intro as you were darting down the hall. The scream that followed was like a shot of adrenaline to your body, trying to think about all the best hiding places in your home. You cussed yourself out for not using the time when Intak was pulling up the movie to think about hiding places, since the rush of everything was scrambling your thoughts. A strike of fear set in when you heard Casey pick up the phone in the movie. You rushed towards your bedroom, seeking safety, before thinking about the things you so proudly had told Intak just a few minutes before. There were no good hiding spots in your bedroom other than the ones you had condemned. You stumbled as you tried to pivot, hearing Intak turning the volume on the TV up high, making sure you could hear the movie clearly, but then you took a quick breath and hurriedly, but silently, went into your bathroom. You’d wanted to hide in the kitchen, there being more space in there. Or the entrance to your home, seeing as there was quite literally a spacious wardrobe for your coats. But Intak had been right, you couldn’t think right with all the adrenaline.
Your whole body tensed as you heard the phone call end in the movie, quickly moving around to see where you could hide well. You decided that he’d probably check the shower first, so you hid in the corner that would be obscured as soon as the door was opened. You were confused at first, seeing as the movie was still playing. Thinking that maybe Intak was just messing with you, you sighed and moved to come out of your hiding place. Until you heard a door down the hall open. Your breath caught, realising that he had left the movie playing, messing with how you were going to be able to hear him move around as he was looking for you. You backed further into the corner.
You almost audibly gasped as the door to the bathroom opened, the sound of the movie playing filling up the space and bouncing off the walls. As you had predicted, he pushed back the shower curtain first. Seeing that you weren’t there, he walked out of the bathroom. He’d left the door open, leaving the little gap between the door and the door frame for you to be able to look out of. You watched as he casually stalked further and further away, going to the other end of the place. As soundlessly as possible, you moved out of your spot and hurried into your bedroom, seeing as that was probably the first door he’d opened to inspect for hiding places. Your hope was that he wasn’t going to think about searching somewhere he’d already looked through. You made sure to leave the door just like you’d found it. Not perfectly, though, as you had to rush, but hopefully just enough to not let it be obvious to Intak where you’d moved to, or that you’d moved at all.
You’d weighed your options quickly, feeling like you could finally think a little more clearly, and thought that if he found you hiding underneath the bed, it was harder to fight or flee in that position (you didn’t catch yourself being so immersed in the game the two of you were playing, that you were thinking of fighting your boyfriend). As soon as you’d gotten into the closet and made sure the door was closed enough, you heard him. The movie was still playing loudly in the living room, so Intak almost had to shout. “Have to give you credit! You really didn’t pick any of the obvious places. But rest assured, sweetheart, I will find you eventually.” You felt a shudder run through your body, disturbingly turned on by the threatening choice of tone and words coming from your darling boyfriend.
You didn’t hear much more from him for a while. It almost seemed like Intak really weren’t going to be able to find you. You thought that if he hadn’t found you at the end of the movie, you were going to come out and say that you won. But just as you were relaxing, feeling more at ease in your hiding spot, you thought you heard a sound inside the room. You unfortunately couldn’t have heard if he’d entered the bedroom again, seeing as he hadn’t closed the door behind him when looking in the bedroom the first time, which meant that you couldn’t have either when you were running to hide in there. But you thought you’d heard shuffling sounds over the movie. It didn’t seem like it fit into the movie, and it also sounded closer than the sound blasting from the living room. Just as you’d finished the thought, you distinctly heard a breathy chuckle just outside the closet doors, as there was a quiet moment in the film, which made it feel like your heart jumped into your throat. In a split second, the doors flew open, and you were once again face-to-face with your boyfriend, now looking absolutely deranged.
“Found you.”
You barely managed to breathe as he grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly out of the closet. Your legs had fallen asleep as you’d been camping in the tight space of the closet, and you weren’t able to find your footing as you were hauled out of it. Intak didn’t seem to mind, as he looked down at you on the floor, half of your body in the air from where he was holding your arm in a tight grip. He stepped closer to you, looking down as he towered over you with a wicked grin. “Look at you…” His head tilted as he spoke, seeming like he was studying you in some way. “You had so much time, and yet you chose the closet.” He squatted in front of you, letting go of your arm, making the rest of your body fall to the floor, before propping yourself up with your elbow, looking up at him still. “Pretty clever to move to a new spot, and yet? You did exactly what you complain about the girls in the movies doing.” His smile widened in a sadistic way, as if he’d just solved some puzzle and was going to use it against you.
“Is it… that you wanted me to find you?” You didn’t move a muscle; the tension felt like restraints on your body. You weren’t going to agree for the sole reason that you didn’t want to admit defeat, and you weren’t going to deny it, as that somehow felt like lying. You weren’t looking to be bested in the competition - or whatever it was - but you also couldn’t deny that you were excited about the idea of Intak finding you after he told you about the prize that he had in mind for himself. Intak raised his hand and swung it at you, stopping right before hitting your cheek. Slapping had been something that happened every once in a while when the two of you were going a little bit rougher in the bedroom, but he hadn’t exactly asked if you were okay with it in this scenario. In a moment of breaking “character”, you looked up at him until you were sure that your eyes were connected, and then nodded, giving your consent. You could see a little bit of relief wash over him and then…
Then he slapped you. “I bet you wanted me to find you. I bet you started dripping the moment I brought up the idea of hunting you down. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Compared to the way he used the pet name earlier; still with a touch of softness and comfort, this time it felt demeaning and dirty. It was like he was exposing you, humiliating you. And you were loving it.
He stood again, sighing as if this was burdening him in some way, that your eagerness was now demanding something taxing of him, and he looked around, eyes scanning the bed. Then he bent down and unceremoniously picked you up by your limbs, only to toss you onto the bed on your stomach, grabbing your legs to pull at them, straightening you out on the sheets before your mind had caught up on your new predicament. He pounced on you, straddling your hips as he leaned down, close to your ear. “Tell me our safeword again.” He leaned the side of his head against yours, a subtle show of affection in the midst of all his harshness. You relaxed a little, feeling his warm skin against yours. “It’s ‘Curry’.” Intak quickly, and without any fanfare, leaned to press his lips against your temple. It was only the side of his pursed lips, and so quick that you could’ve missed it, but you welcomed it regardless. And then he was gone again.
You blinked, and he had jumped off you, ripping your sweatpants down, freeing your hips and the top of your thighs, but not any more, trapping the bottom of your legs in the fabric. Your underwear met the same fate, being tugged down curtly, settling right where the waistband of your pants had been left. You gasped as you felt Intak sink his thumb past your slit, your walls contracting around it, entirely unprepared for the intrusion. Intak hummed behind you. “See, you may lie to me, but your body tells me the truth, and the truth is that you couldn’t wait for me to find you and do whatever I want to you. Your wet little cunt is practically begging me for it.” You swore you could hear him groan at the end, and wanting to see how affected he was, you shuffled yourself onto your arms and turned to look behind you. That only rewarded you with being empty again, and Intak putting his entire weight on you as he was pushing you into the mattress.
“No, no, no, no… You’re not allowed to move. You’re going to lie there and take it like a good little victim.” His voice was dark and inarticulate, as if mumbling, making him seem that much more unhinged. You whimpered and relaxed all your limbs under him, finally admitting defeat. “Good. Don’t want to bring a knife into this unnecessarily, so be good and just let me have my prize.” You were glad that he’d pulled his digit out of you, since the mention of a knife had you clenching around nothing. That was definitely something to bring up at another time. He let his weight off of you again, carefully to see if you were going to try anything again. When you remained still and pliant, he backed off completely and easily started to rid himself of his own sweats and underwear.
Before you knew it, his hard dick pushed into your wet pussy. The slide was easy, even if you hadn’t been prepared properly beforehand. Your breath caught in your throat at the stretch you felt as he filled you up, quicker than he would any other time when you weren’t prepped. He grunted and started building up a pace to move in and out, and you couldn’t help but flail a little, overwhelmed by the feeling of not getting any time to adjust. He caught your arms under you and stopped moving, with only his tip in you. “Are you using your safeword?” You shook your head and took a deep breath, as you got the little pause that you’d been expecting, before burying your face into the sheets beneath you. “Then, stop. moving.” He thrusted back in without any regard for your poor body, taking the pleasure he wanted, your body nothing more than a toy for him.
It didn’t take long before his speed increased. He’d planted his knees on either side of your body, as your legs were stuck together, unable to spread to accommodate Intak, bound together by the fabric of your own clothes. He used the stability of where his knees were digging into the mattress to thrust into you harshly. Your needs felt unimportant, as he was just using your body for his own pleasure, but you knew that he couldn’t disregard them entirely. He was bordering on animalistic, the way he was bullying himself into your body at his own pace, but it wouldn’t be Intak if he weren’t also concerned about you feeling good. He trusted that you would tell him if it was actually not pleasant for you. You’d used your safeword before, and you knew that it would halt everything until you were ready again, or just stop the whole thing entirely. But still, he was growing a little uncertain about the scene that the two of you were in. Until he pulled your face up from the sheets by your hair.
What he heard when he pulled you from your new hiding place was pathetic moans and whines, sounding defeated. What he saw was tears. Tears had been rolling steadily from your eyes at how good but intense it all felt. It wasn’t the first time that you’d cried during sex, so Intak wasn’t the least bit concerned anymore when he saw and heard you. He moaned loudly and his hips stuttered before resuming with new vigour. “Fuck, look at your tears. Do you feel good, sweetheart? Do you like being taken like this?” You tried to hum in agreement to his questions, but all that came out was more whimpering, so he smirked and used his grip on your hair to nod your head for you. “There you go, doing what I ask of you so well, even when I have to help you.” He dropped your head again, but made sure that your head was tilted to the side, so that you couldn’t hide your moans and flowing tears from him.
Your continuous moans spurred Intak on, thrusts growing harder and deeper, but also sending him closer and closer to the edge. His grunts and moans grew more desperate, and he couldn’t help but grab your hips and move your body to meet his thrusts. “Ah-, oh f-, shit, baby, I’m almost there.” His words came out as a plea, a plea that you were just as close as he was. Intak might’ve let the energy of the competition affect him, but he would hate it if you weren’t going to cum together with him. You tried to answer that you were right there with him, on the edge of an orgasm, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a cry at the pleasure filling your entire body. But Intak knew. He knew you better than anyone else.
As soon as Intak snuck one of his hands between your body and the bed, fingers landing perfectly at your clit, your walls started tightening around him. He let out a choked noise, head falling onto your shoulder, as he was having a harder time keeping himself upright over you. “C’mon, baby, you first, then me”. Your head was spinning, feeling pleasure fogging up your mind, but also noticing things like Intak calling you baby instead of the condescending ‘sweetheart’, and how sweaty he was feeling against where his face was buried into your shoulder.
Your moans grew higher in volume and pitch as he worked his fingers against your clit, and your body started writhing again, as the sensations were all too much and your orgasm was coming on too fast. “I know, I know,” Intak shushed you, quickly working you into the most wrecking orgasm you’d ever had. It was like an electrical current was running through you, and your vision went white as your body convulsed under Intak. Your ear was filled with the sweet sounds of Intak’s delicious moans as he came too, which seemed to be the only thing that anchored you to reality.
You couldn’t move your body. Even as you were coming out of the bone-shattering orgasm, and Intak had moved off you, you couldn’t move your limbs. You let out a weak “Intak,” and he chuckled softly and moved to pull you on top of him, so that you were lying on his chest, with his arms tightly around you, holding you together. He pulled you further up, so that he could place a million kisses on the top of your head. You stayed there for a while, sensations other than the buzzing of the orgasm finally returning to your body, which had you groaning, knowing that it was going to be sore for at least the next few days.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Intak’s voice was soft and small, raising one of his hands to move some of your hair out of your face. You knew there was more to the question. He wanted to know if he’d stepped over a line, even if you hadn’t used the safeword set in place for times like that. You tried lifting your head. It was hard but doable, even though exhaustion was settling into your entire body. You moved your head so that your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, humming out. “I’m okay, Intak.” You nuzzled further in, feeling warm and safe, fitting yourself against his body like a puzzle piece being put into place. “And I didn’t-”. You felt his pulse rise as he was starting to ask the question, but you didn’t let him finish it before answering. “No, you didn’t cross the line, or do anything I was uncomfortable with. You also didn’t make me feel like I couldn’t tell you if you did, or make me feel unsafe around you in any way. I liked it. A lot.” You felt him physically relax as you answered all the questions he had, without even having to hear them.
“I love you.” “I love you too.”
“Also, I proved my point. Hiding isn’t easy when the adrenaline is pumping, huh?” He just couldn’t help himself.
a/n: so at some point i realised that this maybe wouldn't read much as intak, which... oops. but it was too far into the story to change at that point, plus, it's pretty good nevertheless. sorry intak bby about the mischaracterisation.
also... i'm sorry this is hella late. i actually had it done the 30th but then stuff happened once again and it got so so delayed. one of the things that happened was getting piwon tickets tho!!! so, happy coincidence :D
Could you write about p1h waking up from a spicy dream and waking up their gf cause they are so needy, it’s so fun when they are down bad, thank you if you do this!
pairing: P1Harmony x reader
warnings: some tension, all consensual of course, boys being needy for their girl, spicy dreams, intimate themes
disclaimer: not my pic!
Keeho
You woke to the faint rustle of sheets and a warmth that seemed to move closer, inch by inch. Keeho had been lying still just moments before, but now he shifted, the mattress dipping slightly as he scooted nearer. You felt his breath before you heard him—soft, measured, like he was trying not to disturb you yet couldn’t help himself.
He stayed there for a while, his forehead hovering near your shoulder, listening to the slow rhythm of your breathing. It was the kind of silence that buzzed—charged, expectant. Then, with a small sigh, he tucked himself closer until his chest pressed against your back and his pelvis was rubbing against your ass, his arm sliding around your waist in a half-embrace that felt both shy and urgent.
You heard the whisper before you fully registered it.
“Guess who I just dreamed of,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
He pressed a trail of gentle kisses against your neck, each one featherlight, testing. His hands first stroked your arms, then slid down to your hips and gently slipped under your or his T-shirt where his rough fingertips touched your soft skin. The warmth of his breath sent tiny sparks down your spine. Still, you stayed perfectly still, pretending to sleep—half annoyed, half curious. He must have sensed that, because he smiled against your skin.
“You’re not sleeping”
Your sigh betrayed you. “Keeho,” you mumbled, voice rough from sleep. “What is wrong with you? It’s the middle of the night.”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he hummed quietly, the sound vibrating against your shoulder. Then, with a mischievous burst of energy, he moved, gently turning you onto your back and settling between your legs. His grin, wide and bright even in the dim light, made it impossible to stay mad.
“I told you,” he said, eyes glinting. "I had this really intense dream...about you."
You blinked up at him, still trying to remember how to be awake. “Fascinating,” you muttered dryly. “Now can I go back to sleep, or are you planning to narrate the whole thing?”
Keeho laughed quietly, the sound deep and unguarded. His hands played with the hem of your shirt, and you couldn't stop the goosebumps spreading across your body.
“You don't understand what this dream did to me,” he said simply, his tone somewhere between heat and awe.
You could feel his heartbeat, quick and insistent, like he was still tangled in whatever dream had stolen him away. Your legs unconsciously closed around him, allowing you to pull him closer. His index finger gently stroked your cheek, down to your jaw, and then slid along your plump lower lip.
“I can't stop thinking about it...the way you looked at me...and touched me,” he added, softer this time, like he didn’t mean for you to hear it.
Your irritation wavered, replaced by something darker—intrigued, a little desperate. You sighed again, but this time it wasn’t from annoyance. “You’re a pain in the ass,” you whispered, though your hand had already found its way to his hair.
He chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment as if soaking in your touch. Then he tilted his head and kissed you—slowly, deeply, nothing rushed. Just enough to make you forget the hour, the dark, the dream.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was a whisper again, softer than the moonlight slipping through the curtains.
“I don't think I can fall asleep now,” he confessed, smiling like a secret had just been shared.
You stared at him for a long second before laughing quietly, defeated.
“Well who would have thought,” you said but your hands glided down his back, feeling the warmth of his skin as you slipped under his T-shirt, your nails gently scratching his muscles. His body reacted instantly, seeming to tremble with desire, as it always did when you touched him.
“Maybe,” he murmured, curling beside you again, “I can show you what you did—so you know what I mean."
And just like that, the night stretched a little longer—half dream, half reality, all Keeho.
Theo
Theo woke slowly, as if his mind had drifted too far into something intense to leave it behind. His heartbeat was steady but warm, still echoing with pieces of a dream that had felt too vivid to fade. When his eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was you—sleeping soundly, facing him, framed by the soft silver of the moonlight slipping through the curtains.
Your hair fell over your face, a few strands resting across your cheek. You were wearing a tank top that had shrunk from all the washing and was slightly squashing your breasts. He couldn't stop his gaze from falling on your cleavage; the sight brought back painful memories of his dream.
He had dreamed of you—something simple but overwhelming, a dream full of touches, kisses, and hot breaths against each other. And now, seeing you there, so close he could count every flutter of your lashes, he felt that familiar ache in his chest: the mix of desire and adoration that always came with loving you.
Without meaning to think twice, he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to yours. It was a quiet touch, a secret only the two of you would ever know. But the kiss stirred you awake. Your eyes blinked open, confused and drowsy, your lips parting slightly as you tried to understand what just happened.
“Theo?” you murmured, voice heavy with sleep. “What’s wrong?”
He smiled—slow, tender, almost shy. His thumb traced along your cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
“Nothing’,” he whispered.
There was a pause—one of those moments where silence seemed alive, like the world was holding its breath. Then, with that same quiet boldness that had led him to you in the first place, Theo leaned in again and kissed you.
This time, it wasn’t soft.
His tongue slid between your lips, touched yours, and gently bumped against it as his lips melted with yours as if he wanted to drain the sleep out of you.
You responded instinctively, your hand finding his shoulder, grounding him. When the kiss broke, both of you lingered close, your foreheads resting together as his hands glided along the curves of your body before stopping at your hip and slipping beneath the fabric of your sleep shorts. His grip was possessive, yet every touch radiated the same love as his kisses.
“What has gotten into you?”
Theo’s eyes softened, the faintest glimmer of mischief hiding in them. A small, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.
“Let's just say I had a good dream,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “And I wanted to share it with you.”
You stared at him for a heartbeat before laughing quietly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible,” you murmured, but there was no annoyance in your tone—just warmth, affection, and a hint of surrender.
Theo grinned before leaning down to brush your neck with his lips, his hands slowly pushing down your sleepshorts, making a gasp escape your lips while you leaned into his touch.
“If I could dream like that every night,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin., “I’d never want to wake up.”
You couldn't help but grin as he lifted his head again; his eyes were so dark they almost looked black. You brushed a strand of hair from his face, and your gaze fell upon his plumpy, juicy lips. "Tell me about your dream." You whispered, your gaze intensifying as well.
A low growl escaped him as he took off the rest of your shorts and threw them on the floor. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him, so that you were lying on top of him with your legs on either side of his hips. You could already feel him beneath you--hard, warm, and unmistakably ready for you.
“It started just like this” he murmured while rubbing your thighs and bucking his hips. “Want me to show you the rest?”
And though the night stretched on, neither of you cared much for sleep anymore.
Jiung
Jiung woke with his heart still racing, the remnants of a dream clinging to him like warmth that refused to fade. For a moment, he just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, replaying it all in his head. You had been there, so real it almost hurt. Your voice, your smile, the way you had looked at him and touched him like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
He turned his head slowly and found you asleep beside him.
You were facing away, curled comfortably, breathing slow and even. There was something so peaceful about you like this that it made his chest ache. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the way your hand rested near your face. He considered waking you, the urge sitting heavy in his chest, but the sight of you so calm stopped him.
“I can’t,” he thought quietly.
Instead, he moved closer, carefully, as if afraid even the mattress shifting might pull you from sleep. He slipped one arm around you, drawing you back against him. His hand rested on your arm, warm and steady, and after a moment, his thumb began to move in slow, gentle circles, massaging absent-mindedly.
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, barely there. Another followed, just as light. Each touch was quiet, unspoken, like he was afraid of asking for too much.
But the dream crept back in, vivid and insistent. The way you had looked at him in it. The closeness, the tension. The feeling that had wrapped around him and refused to let go. His hand moved more deliberately now, sliding along your arm before resting on your hip with a little more pressure, grounding himself in what was real.
You stirred.
Jiung froze instantly, his breath catching. He felt you shift beneath his arm, felt the change in your breathing before you spoke.
“Jiung?” you murmured, voice thick with sleep. “What’s going on?”
He pulled back slightly, guilt flashing across his face even though you couldn’t see it yet. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his voice low and apologetic. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
You turned slowly to face him, eyes blinking open as you tried to focus in the dim light. Concern replaced sleepiness almost immediately. “Did something happen?” you asked. “You look…tensed.”
He shook his head right away, lifting a hand to brush his thumb gently along your cheek, as if to reassure you. “No. Nothing’s wrong,” he said softly. “Don't worry.”
You searched his face, still not fully convinced. “Then why are you awake?”
Jiung hesitated. His gaze dropped for a second, then returned to you, darker now, more heated. “I had a dream,” he admitted. “About you.”
That seemed to ease something in you. You relaxed slightly, your expression gentler. “A bad dream?”
He smiled faintly and shook his head again. “No. A really good one.” He let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. “Too good to be honest. It felt so real that when I woke up…and I looked at you...it was quite hard for me to keep my hands to myself.”
You reached for his hand without thinking, lacing your fingers together. “So you decided to wake me up huh?”
“I tried not to,” he said, squeezing your hand gently but his mouth hovered above your neck. "But when I touched you, I couldn't hold back."
You smiled soflty, stroking his arm, your nails carefully scratching his skin. He took in a sharp breath and you arched your back a little pressing yourself tighter against him.
"Then why stop now?" You asked roughly, nudging his nose with yours. He bit his lower lip for a second, his grip around you tightening and making his knuckles turn white. He groaned before pressing his lips against yours in a hungry and desperate kiss.
You sighed, eyes closing again as you wrapped your arms around him while rubbing your fronst against his, the night wrapping around you both like a curtain that couldn't be closed.
Intak
Intak woke suddenly, breath catching as he blinked into the darkness. The dream lingered like a song stuck in his head, loud and impossible to ignore. He lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling, trying to slow his heartbeat. It hadn’t been a bad dream. If anything, it was the opposite — too good, too real, the kind that left him restless instead of calm.
He turned his head and looked at you.
You were asleep beside him, turned slightly toward the window, the moonlight outlining your silhouette. You were wearing a tight tank top and one of his boxers, it complimented your curves and made Intaks skin crawl in the best way. He watched you for a moment longer than he meant to, his mind replaying flashes of the dream, warmth blooming in his pants.
He thought about waking you.
The idea tempted him, sitting right there on the edge of his thoughts, but he hesitated. You looked too comfortable, too deeply asleep. He didn’t want to be the reason you lost that peace. With a quiet sigh, he decided he’d just get up for a second, maybe get some fresh air and let the feeling pass.
Carefully, he shifted, lifting the blanket and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
That was when it happened.
His elbow clipped his water bottle on the nightstand. It tipped, wobbled, then fell with a dull clatter onto the floor.
“Fuck—” he whispered too late.
You stirred immediately, blinking awake as you pushed yourself up slightly. “Intak?” you asked, confusion thick in your voice. “What are you doing?”
He froze for half a second before breaking into a sheepish laugh. “I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
You glanced at the fallen bottle, then back at him, still trying to piece things together. “Why were you even getting up?”
He picked the bottle up and set it back where it belonged before sliding back into bed beside you. “I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “Guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought.”
You yawned softly, but you didn’t turn away. Instead, you shifted closer, your shoulder brushing his. “Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?”
He shook his head, then paused. A grin tugged at his lips, slower and more knowing this time. “I had this dream,” he said. “About you.”
That caught your attention. You looked up at him, eyes more awake now. “Oh really?”
“Really,” he replied, his voice warm. He reached out and gently pulled you closer, tucking you against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world, hiking your leg over his hip so your core was pressed against the front of his pants. He looked between you two, his breath stopping for a second. "This dream did things to me, to my body."
You settled into him easily, your hands grabbed the front of his shirt, feeling his lean muscles tense under your innocent touch. "Did it make you vandalize our bedroom?"
He laughed quietly. “I was nervous, having you next to me...looking like that.” He stopped himself, his fingertips brushing the hem of your top and slowly creeping beneath it. You pulled lightly at his shirt, a motion that sent shivers down his spine.
You nudged him lightly, your leg around his hip pulled him tigher against you "Like what?”
He grinned, his hand pulling up your top while his fingers danced around your soft and warm skin. You could feel his fingertips linger on the swell of your breasts but not touching, like your body was something fragile he didn't want to break.
"You know what I mean." He huffed against your mouth, his lips ghosting over yours and his other hand roughly grabbed your thigh. You gasped when you felt the front of his pants rub against your core.
He watched your face grimace in pleasure, eyes shut, brows furrowed and your mouth open. He growled, like actually growled before crashing his lips onto yours, flipping you both so you were under him and he could propperly grind against you.
And this time, he didn’t get up for a long time.
Soul
Soul woke like he had been pushed gently out of another world. His heart felt too full for his chest, warmth spreading through him as fragments of the dream clung stubbornly to his thoughts. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then slowly turned his head.
You were beside him, curled slightly inward, fast asleep.
The sight of you made something in him ache in the best way. He smiled without meaning to, eyes soft, utterly gone. The dream replayed again, sharper now that he was awake, and the feeling followed it. He couldn’t keep it in. He leaned closer and brushed his fingers lightly against your waist.
“Psst,” he whispered. “Y/n wake up.”
You groaned quietly and shifted, eyes cracking open just enough to glare at him. “Shota,” you muttered. “What is wrong with you?”
“I had a dream about you,” he said immediately, like he’d been waiting to say it. His voice was gentle but excited.
You blinked once, then nodded slowly. “Okay,” you murmured. “Good for you. Go back to sleep.”
You turned your face away again, clearly done with the conversation.
Soul sighed, dramatic but quiet, flopping back onto his pillow. “I don’t think I can,” he said to the ceiling. “I might never sleep again.”
“Wow, could you be more dramatic?” you mumbled, already half gone.
He chuckled under his breath and turned to look at you again. Moonlight caught the edge of your face, your lashes resting against your cheeks. He bit his lip, trying to keep the smile off his face and failing.
“I’m serious,” he said softly. “It was…a really intense dream.”
You didn’t respond. Your breathing evened out, deliberately slow. Soul tilted his head, suspicious, but he kept going anyway, voice dropping into something quieter, more serious.
“We were in this Restaurant, yknow with those amazing Bao Buns,” he murmured. “But you kept looking at me in this...cocky way and you were squeezing my thigh underneath the table.” He swallowed, his fingers curling slightly into the blanket. “I started touching you, you were wearing this gorgeous peach dress...the one with the bow on the waist."
He shifted closer without touching you, careful, reverent. “It was crazy and so real...it was like I was touching you forreal, feeling how wet you are for me a-and your legs were pressed together...and you were getting even more tighter."
You stayed still, eyes closed, heart suddenly beating much faster than before and you started pressing your thighs together, just like in his dream.
“God y/n and the way you were looking at me,” he continued, a little breathless now. “With your beautiful eyes and I told you to stay quiet but you were whimpering my name” He exhaled slowly. “I thought I would cum in public ya know...just from touching you and looking at you."
A soft sigh escaped you. Soul smiled to himself, still watching you, still talking. “I know you’re asleep,” he added quietly, “but I need to tell you."
That was when you turned suddenly, eyes open, movement sharp and unexpected. Before he could react, you leaned in and kissed him, all impulse and pent-up arousement. It caught him completely off guard.
For a split second, he froze.
Then he laughed softly against you, surprised and delighted, his hand coming up to steady you. When you pulled back, just barely, he looked at you with wide, shining eyes.
“So,” he murmured, voice warm and amused, “Got your attention now?”
You didn’t answer. You just pulled him back against you, tongue pushing between his lips and thighs opening for him to get between them — and Soul thought, not for the first time, that he might really never sleep again.
Jongseob
Jongseob woke with his heart still racing, the last fragments of his dream clinging stubbornly to his thoughts. For a moment, he stayed completely still, staring at the ceiling, trying to steady his breathing. Then he turned his head.
You were asleep beside him.
You were wearing one of his old T-shirts, the fabric loose on you, sleeves falling just past your shoulders. His chest tightened instantly. It was the same shirt you had worn in his dream. The same careless way it was hunched around your waist while you were on top of him, hands everywhere on your body.
He swallowed and forced himself to stay calm.
It’s fine, he told himself. It’s just a dream.
Carefully, he reached for the blanket, planning to pull it higher over you so you wouldn’t get cold. But just as his fingers brushed the fabric, you shifted in your sleep. Your movement was small, unintentional — but your ass brushed against his groin.
Jongseob froze.
Every muscle locked as a sharp breath caught in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath before he could stop himself.
Your eyes fluttered open immediately. “Hm?” you murmured, voice sleepy and confused. “What?”
He cursed himself silently as you turned toward him, blinking in the low light. You noticed right away that he was awake too. “Are you okay?” you asked, concern creeping into your tone.
He let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly? No,” he said honestly.
That made you sit up a little. “What? What’s wrong?”
He shook his head quickly, the tension easing just enough for him to smile. “I'm kidding, I'm fine,” he assured you. “Just…not when you’re lying next to me like this.”
Your eyebrows knit together. “What does that mean?”
Jongseob hesitated, then sighed, giving up. “I dreamt about you,” he admitted while fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “And you were wearing the exact same shirt."
“That?” you asked, glancing down at yourself.
“Oh yes,” he said, biting his lip. “The exact same one...with nothing underneath” He laughed again, this time a little more helpless. “My brain’s not helping me right now.”
Your expression shifted from concern to amusement almost instantly. A slow smile spread across your face. “Huh,” you teased, “well I'm not wearing anything under it right now as well."
He groaned softly, covering his face for a second. “Please, I didn't need to know that."
You scooted closer on purpose, clearly aware of what you were doing now. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat and the way his chest rose and fell. “What happened in the dream?” you asked lightly.
He peeked at you from behind his hand, eyes dark but playful. “Do you really want to know?”
“Yes,” you said, grin widening.
He lowered his hand and leaned in slightly, voice quieter now. “You were on top of me,” he said. “My hands on your waist and...fuck-you felt so good. You were riding me and your hands were on my chest."
You laughed softly, your hand caressed his chest and you raised your eyebrows "Like that?"
“Yeah." He rasped, his voice low and rough. Your hand travelled lower, over his abdomen until it rested on the hem of his boxers. He watched you with hooded eyes, breath getting sharp.
You leaned in before he could say anything else, pressing a kiss to him that was deep and filthy. It stole the rest of his words completely. He responded without hesitation, pulling you close- almost desperate while groaning into your mouth.
Your hands crept into his boxers, already feeling the whole effect his dream had on him.
When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. “You’re cruel,” he sighed.
You smiled. “Am I?”
He laughed quietly. “Depends." He murmured, resting his hand on your lower back. "Are you keep going?"
content: bf!keeho x fem!reader ; reader is insecure about her big boobs, keeho reassures her in a rather... unconventional way!
warnings: smut! honestly, nothing freaky keeho is just sweet and funny! he also busts on her boobs! npr! i wrote this and didn't read it over pls forgive me if there's any typos!
requested: yes!
18+ minors/ageless blogs dni!
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Nothing fits quite right. It never does.
The only reason you haven’t lost count of how many shirts you’ve tried on is because they’re all mangled into an endless messy pile on your bed.
The one you’ve just slipped over your head isn’t great either. Much too tight around your chest, baggy and loose and ill-fitting like the rest around your waist. Your boobs are practically spilling out from the cut of the low neck-line and the bubbling frustration has made the most bitter of tears start to well up in your eyes.
“Hey,” Keeho’s voice drifts in from the living room, “You good?”
You huff, hesitating before stepping out. He’s sitting on the couch, arm behind his head and phone resting against his chest. The second he looks up, his eyebrows lift.
“You changed again,” he says. It’s not a question.
You shrug, trying to play it off. “Didn’t like the other one.” Your hands busy themselves by smoothing down the wrinkles on your jeans.
He hums, scanning you from head to toe in a way that makes you want to retreat back into your room. “And this one?”
“It’s fine.”
“‘Fine doesn’t sound convincing.” He pats the space beside him. “Come here.”
You hover in the doorway, fingers picking at the hem of your shirt. Keeho’s sitting there, shoes on, jacket already zipped—he’s been ready for the last twenty minutes.
Guilt prickles at your chest.
“You don’t have to wait for me,” you mumble, forcing a smile. “I can just meet you there.”
He shakes his head instantly. “Not happening.” When you still don’t move, shoulders dropping as you cower into yourself he adds softly, “C’mere, seriously.”
How fucking embarrassing.
You drag your feet across the carpet, sitting beside him with a small sigh. Keeho turns a little toward you, elbow resting on the back of the couch and his warm palm finding its place on your lower back.
“You know,” he says, voice gentler now, “I don’t care if we’re late. I just care that you look like you wanna cry.”
You press your lips together, desperately trying not to. “I’m fine.”
He doesn’t argue this time. He just studies you for a moment — really looks. Then, so quietly you almost don’t catch it, “You’ve been trying on clothes for an hour. What’s going on?”
The words tumble out before you can stop them. “Nothing fits right. Everything’s either too tight or too loose, and I just—” you gesture helplessly at yourself, eyes burning, “I don’t even know why I’m crying about this.”
“Baby…”
You shake your head, embarrassed. “You’re all dressed up. You’ve been waiting.”
“Yeah, but I’d wait again if it meant you didn’t feel like… this.” He pauses, eyes softening. “We can stay in if you want. Order something. You can try things on and I’ll give brutally honest fashion advice, free of charge.”
That earns a tiny laugh out of you. “You’re gonna regret offering that.”
“Never,” he grins.
“It’s just,” you glance down defeatedly, taking in the spillage— the way your top sits uncomfortably and barely covers you. Your hands come up to cover your chest, “They’re just too big.”
“Too big?!”
“Keeho-”
“No, seriously-” His eyes are wide, hands coming up to grab your waist and tug you closer.
You try to resist, hands wrapping tighter around yourself and eyes darting around as you mumble something incoherent. Still, he lulls you closer, so patiently, until you’re seated on his lap, thighs on either side of his.
“Look at me,” he tilts your chin up with his finger until you meet his eyes. “Do you know how obsessed I am with you?” He leans closer, eyes dancing over your skin as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
His hands squeeze your waist, working themselves everywhere until they settle just under your ribs.
“Do you know how much I love laying on your chest?” His mouth moves carefully around each word as he draws closer, until his breath is kissing your skin but his lips are still just an inch too far.
“How soft,” he whispers, “how kissable they are? I could die a happy man right now, just holding you like this.”
“I know, but my shirts-”
“So take it off.” He shrugs, “Just for now. If this is stressing you out,” he tugs at the fabric, “then take it off.”
When you don’t move, he carefully finds the hem of your shirt, “Let me?”
You nod, meek and shy and overwhelmed. But his gaze—it doesn’t feel pressuring. It doesn’t feel judgmental or rushed or even pitiful.
And when he peels your shirt off your skin and your arms come down around his shoulders, the look on his face nearly makes you laugh.
“Holy shit,” he groans, “feels like it’s my birthday every time I undress you.”
“Shut up,” you scold, but there’s no real bite to your tone. The corner of your lips twitches up when he groans again, face pressing into your chest as he breathes you in.
“I love you.” He’s muffled and slurring, hands molding over your bra and kisses finally starting to meet your soft, plush skin. “So warm.”
Your brows lift up slightly as you watch, jaw slack, as his tongue darts out with a mind of its own to lick across the swell of your boob. He doesn’t just stop there; His mouth finds your other breast, making sure it’s not neglected. Open-mouthed kisses trail spit across you as you gasp quietly, nails digging lightly into his skin.
“Kyo…”
“Do you really not see? How pretty and full you are?”
Before you can think too much about it, before you can take it back, you blurt out, “take it off.”
Keeho pauses for just a second, eyes finding your soft and vulnerable ones for long enough to make sure you really mean your request before letting his hands wrap around you slowly to unhook your bra, straps slipping down your arms until the undergarment is sitting between you.
Keeho wastes no time in tossing it aside and leaning back on his palms, his eyes, respectfully, glancing nowhere near yours.
“Wow…” he draws out, drool gathering on the corner of his lip.
“Don’t just stare…” You mumble. Your hand comes up to cover yourself until he catches them and gently brushes them away.
“Oh, I don’t plan to,” his thumb comes up to smooth over your perked up nipple, “believe me, I plan to do way more than just stare. Just… Just wanna take you in for a second…”
“You really like them that bad?” You ask quietly, looking down at them with less appreciation than you should.
He nearly laughs, “Are you crazy? Did you just ask your boyfriend if he likes your boobs?”
“Keeho!” You smack his shoulder but he catches your hand and kisses your fingertips before sinking his face between your mounds again.
“I’m sorry, m’ sorry, it’s just… really? You’re insane.” He shakes his head, “But hey, maybe I just need to remind you." he kisses your neck before pulling back to look at you properly. "Yeah? Is that okay?”
You nod again, much quicker and sure this time.
Before you can even ready yourself, you’re swept into the air with a yelp, clinging to his shoulders as he carries you up and over towards your room. When you look down, his face is barely visible, completely buried under your boobs.
“Can you even breathe?” you squeak out in a laugh.
You feel him shake his head against you, “No. And I don’t care.”
A real laugh escapes you for the first time today, and another when he kicks open the bedroom door clumsily. His arm swipes away at all the shirts you had tried on earlier, knocking them off the bed and out of the way so he can lay you down.
“Baby, my clothes-”
“You didn’t like them right? So we’ll throw them out. And I’ll buy you new ones. You can try them all on until you find ones that fit you just how you like.”
“You’re crazy.”
“About you.” He winks, laughing at his own low blow.
But the giggle that was bubbling up dies in your throat as he crawls between your legs and attaches his mouth to your nipple, hands instantly holding and squeezing and worshipping the areas his kisses can’t reach.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out, head falling back against the pillows.
He doesn’t intend to be quiet in the slightest, moaning softly at your salty taste on his tongue, at the way your hips roll up instinctively to meet him when his teeth graze you just a bit too sharply.
“Gentle,” you remind him half-heartedly.
He nods helplessly against you, sputtering out what you assume to be an apology.
“Shit, baby. I could do this all day.” He groans, leaving pecks down your sternum until he finally tears his hands off of you and drags them down to unlatch the button on your shorts.
You blink down at him, mumbling out, “Need you.”
“I know,” he agrees, “I need you, too.”
You can’t help the heat that swells in your stomach when you notice how absolutely wrecked and desperate he’s growing. It's so easy to rile him up, you know that. You know how easily he gets turned on at the sight of you.
But at least until now, you've never seen him so completely at your disposal, so eager to please and feel you.
He’s completely hard, length pressing to your thighs and against your core as he shifts around, kissing you all over.
But then, he notices the one place he’s been neglecting.
He crawls back up, arms bracketing either side of you as his hands cup your face.
“I love you.” he mumbles, then presses his lips to yours softly. He kisses you deeply, mouth moving against yours with so much care and deliverance. “You’re so, so beautiful. Don't ever question that. And definitely don’t ever question again whether or not I like your body.”
“Okay.” You nod, really believing him as he pulls away.
He kisses you once more before tugging his shirt over his head, slipping off his jeans and your shorts.
You writhe beneath him as his fingers find your cunt, sliding through to coat his fingers in your slick before pushing an experimental digit in.
“Need to stretch you out…” He mumbles, mostly to himself.
“Feels good,” you breathe out softly in response.
He kisses the side of your boob once more, slipping another finger in and pulling them apart slightly to prep you. When you whimper out again at the lack of friction, he starts pumping them into you, nearly melting at the way you clench around him.
The pad of his thumb circles once around your bud and your eyes flutter closed, stomach tightening as he works you open.
“Think you’re ready for me?”
“Yes,” you breathe out, “please.”
Keeho readjusts instantly at your plea, cooing softly when you whine as he withdraws his hand. He’s tugging his boxers down just enough to free himself and line himself up with your entrance within seconds.
“You’re all I’ll ever want.” He promises, pushing his length inside of you slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort, “You, just like this. Exactly as you are, baby. You’re perfect.”
There’s only bliss on your face—bliss and overwhelming love that bleeds from your eyes as they bat up at him when he presses his chest against yours.
His hand props one of your legs up on his hip to give himself more room to move, slowly at first, then picking up the pace when he senses you’ve adjusted.
There are no words to describe how fucking good it feels when your breasts spread as they’re flush against his, your warmth wrapping around him at the same time, your lips parted and spewing out his name.
“So pretty,” he reminds you, kissing you as he presses himself deep into your gummy walls, settling there for a moment to savor the feeling and taste the whimpers you feed into his mouth through your plump, o-shaped lips.
“Move, Kyo… Please.”
He obliges, cause how could he not give you everything you want? He bucks into you faster, skin slapping yours at the rhythm with his thrusts. He sits up slightly, wanting to see the way your chest bounces with every rock of his hips, wanting to look down where your bodies meet to watch himself sink over and over again into your core.
He can't take his eyes off your pretty pebbled nipples, so you tease him by reaching your hands up to grab yourself and play with them.
“My god,” He hisses, dick twitching at how unbelievably good you look, how much more confident you are, seeing the effect it has on him.
“You like this?” You pant out, only slightly nervous, pressing them together and glancing up at him. The way his jaw slacks makes your head spin.
“I love it,” He says tightly, voice strained from the way you’re gushing and squeezing around him. Knowing he won’t last much longer, he grabs both of your wrists and holds them to your chest with one hand, his free one reaching down to rub your clit.
You cry out instantly, stringing pleas together incoherently as he works you so you can finish with him.
“Yes, baby, like that,”
“So good for me,”
“Y’look so perfect,”
“I wanna feel you, please,”
Everything he’s saying is lighting you on fire. Every drag of his cock through your walls has you gasping and reaching for him, his arms, his shoulders, anywhere you can get a hold of. His hands are everywhere too: wiping a stray tear that slips out of your eye from the pleasure, sticking this fingers in your mouth or his own when he needs to wet them so he can tend to your puffy clit easier, gripping your hips to lift you for a better angle or fondling your beautiful bouncing breasts so he can plop a kiss on them to stifle his moans.
Your legs tighten around him to draw him closer as he presses his mouth to yours again, needing to be close when you come around him.
It doesn't take much more than a simple “You’re making me feel so good,” uttered against your mouth before you let go, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm washes over you, instantly triggering his own release.
He lets you ride out your high before he pulls out, painting your pretty pussy and stomach and tits with his load. He rubs himself until he’s shaking, until his tip is red and sensitive, before he collapses on top of you, both of you sticky with sweat and cum.
“I hope you hate every shirt you buy from now on and none of them fit right.” He decides.
Your eyes snap open, head perking up enough to glare at him. “What?”
“Yup. You heard me.” His tone is unapologetic but his mouth is leaving the softest little kisses on your chest. “If you crash out again then I just get to fuck you again to remind you how pretty you are and how pretty they are,” he smushes your boobs together, propping himself up with the little strength he can muster to kiss each one again and again.
“You’re so annoying.” You grumble, not really meaning it. You're combing a hand through his hair as he looks up at you, eyes soft.
“Yes but in all seriousness, baby,” he starts, “I don’t wanna see you on the verge of tears like that again. We’ll go through every store on the strip and restock your wardrobe until you feel pretty in all your stuff, okay?”
“Okay,” you smile. You shift uncomfortably a moment later and his brows furrow, eyes looking up at you even though his lips are still wrapped around your nipple.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your cum is literally sticking us together like glue right now and I want a shower.” You laugh, “I’m also starving cause we skipped our lunch plans to… well, do this.”
He presses his lips to yours and smiles against them, “Okay,” he agrees with a chuckle, sitting up. “Let’s go. Order of business: shower, lunch, shopping. Sound good?”
day 14: overstimulation/massaging/begging with hwang intak
genre: smut, 18+ mdni
wc: 4.9k
summary: intak has been your massage therapist for a few months now. you don’t know if it’s the actual magic in his hands or it’s just your seemingly silly crush on him but you can’t go to anyone else for massages. one night he makes an exception for you to see him after hours.
cw: dom massage therapist!intak x sub!reader, porn with plot, strangers to lovers, massaging, begging, overstimulation, dirty talk, fingering, intak accidentally walks in on you naked once, pretty as a pet name, praise, body worship(?), sensory deprivation kind of (reader is laying face down on the table for most of it)
a/n: this is my first time ever writing a full fic with plot and it’s for piwontober! thank you sooo so much @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for hosting such a wonderful event. i'm so grateful to get the opportunity to write for this event alongside all these amazing writers ♡ and thank you to my bb @hazyhae for beta reading <3
the first time you meet intak, it’s your first time at the massage spa he’s a manager and massage therapist at. your best friend, being the sweet angel she is, handed you a free voucher for this place she’s been going to for the last few months while you guys were out at saturday brunch.
“you know,” she meets your eyes. “you deserve to treat yourself every once in a while,” her big doe eyes stare at you, concern flashing through them. you smile softly at her.
“thanks for looking out for me y/f/n,” you thank her sincerely. the both of you know how many hours you’re working in a week, spending at least 8 hours a day (sometimes 10 depending on the time of year) hunched in front of a computer.
of course your shitty company turned down the idea of implementing standing desks or higher quality office chairs, so you’re consistently stuck with tight hips, sore shoulders, and a killer stiff neck.
you decide to go the very next day as you, surprisingly, didn’t have anything planned on a sunday. usually, you’d be grocery shopping or prepping for the week ahead, but you took care of that with your best friend before brunch so your sunday was free for a much needed self-care day.
the moment you walk through the doors of serenity spa, an insanely cute guy greets you with these big brown eyes that sparkle at you as he speaks. “hi, welcome to serenity spa! do you have an appointment with us?” his eyes are big and round, staring up at you.
“i don’t,” you shake your head. you reach in your purse for the voucher and present it to him. “but i have this voucher for a free massage? it’s my first time here and i saw i could just walk in.”
he takes the paper from your hands while smiling. “that’s perfect! here, you can take a seat and just fill out this preference sheet,” he says, handing you a clipboard and pen. you follow as he says and get to scribbling on the sheet.
“y/n, 60 minutes, full back massage, light pressure, and aromatherapy,” he repeats your choices back to you. “you don’t have a preference for a therapist, right?” he double checks your paper and glances up at you, your breath catching in your throat at the sudden eye contact as you shake your head no.
“it seems that everyone else has a client, but lucky for you my books are actually free for the next hour. so i can take care of you for your first time if you’d like?” his plush lips turning up into a smile.
you finally glance at his name tag which reads intak and head manager right under.
“that sounds great actually,” you return the smile, a light blush dusting your cheeks as you realize how intimate he could possibly get on the first meeting. “but that’s his job,” you have to remind yourself before you end up psyching out.
he leads you to a room where the lights are dim, a handful of lit candles are placed throughout, and there’s soft spa music playing from a speaker.
“alright y/n, just go ahead and get undressed. you can lay on your front and cover yourself with this towel. i’ll give you a few minutes,” intak explains, gesturing toward the massage bed with a small cover up and towel for your privacy placed nicely in the center.
you let the door close behind him before you move to place your bag on the small table in the corner of the room. you follow his directions, pushing any embarrassing thoughts of getting naked in front of this incredibly attractive stranger on the first meeting.
lying down on the table, you gently place your head through the hole and pull the towel over your butt before resting your arms by your side as you stare at the ground, taking a few deep breaths to get rid of your nerves. it’s just a massage.
the massage goes incredibly smoothly with the help of intak’s professionalism soothing any worries you had. his large warm palms worked their magic all around your back and shoulders, working gently through the knots you had built up under the skin.
you were so lost in time, his hands distracting you from thinking of anything that could possibly stress you that you almost whine in protest at the end of your massage, wishing you had booked him for longer.
you hear him wipe his hands on a towel before wiping lightly the excess massage oil off your back and arms.
“i’ll let you get dressed and you can meet me back at the front desk to get you checked out, alright?” you hum in agreement, feeling a bit sleepy after the complete relaxation session you just had.
he chuckles at the slight rasp in your voice after such a quiet session, since you only replied in hums any time he asked you if the pressure he was applying was okay, or if the temperature of the warm towels he used were alright.
“just take your time, there’s no rush,” he reassures you softly. thank god you were lying face down so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks.
you get redressed and grab your bag before checking out at the front desk.
“and did you want to book your next appointment at this time?” intak asks.
“yeah, why not?” you smile at him. he nods before clicking around on the computer. he schedules your next appointment for a month out at the same time as today.
“did you want to book me again or see a different massage therapist?” you blush at his question, already knowing you wanted to feel his incredible hands on you again. that’s not weird, right?
“i guess i wouldn’t mind seeing you again,” you tease him, a smile creeping onto your face. “oh, and can you make it a 90-minute appointment this time?” you ask shyly. “i actually wish this session was longer because you’ve got some mad skills,” you have to mumble to save yourself a bit.
“oh so i’ve already got you hooked after one visit, huh?” he smirks back at you, a small giggle leaving his lips. “don’t worry, y/n, i’ve got you.” he grabs a card from the acrylic holder in front of him, scribbling down your appointment details with a pen. you roll your eyes but can’t wipe your smile away.
“thanks. i’ll see you next month, intak,” you reply, turning to walk out before you can get any more embarrassed. what you don’t see is intak cheesing like an idiot for the rest of the day after you leave.
the third time you meet intak, it’s at your third appointment which you happened to book just 2 weeks after the second one instead of another month out.
it’s not that work got any worse than it already was, or that you had other stressors in your life. you don’t even really work out hard enough to really be sore.
to be quite frank, you simply couldn’t get enough of not just his hands (hell, you even start to add other body areas to your sessions now that you’ve gotten more comfortable with him), but now his company as well.
during your second appointment, you made a conscious effort to initiate more small talk with intak. you couldn’t help but want to learn more about him and this time wouldn’t be different from the last.
after intak leads you to his massage room and leaves you be, you start your usual routine of putting your belongings on the corner table before undressing. this time, though, you get distracted by the buzzing of your phone in your bag. you reach for it to put it on do not disturb, and you miss the knock at the door.
you don’t react fast enough before it swings open, a yelp escaping your lips as your hands come up to cover yourself as much as you can.
“oh! shit, i’m so sorry,” intak mutters before shutting the door. in all his time of working here he has never accidentally walked in on anyone until now. and of course it was you. he presses his hands to his face to cool himself down, walking back to the front desk to take a sip of cold water to bring him back to his senses.
your heart is racing while you stand vulnerably alone in the massage room. you put your phone away and settle onto the massage table like normal. god, how was the rest of this appointment gonna go now?
after what feels like forever, there’s another knock at the door, and this time intak remembers to ask if you’re ready for him.
“yeah, i’m ready,” you reply, clearing your throat afterwards. once intak takes a deep breath, he enters the room, proceeding as usual.
“i am so sorry about that, y/n,” he starts to apologize, genuine worry in his voice as the guilt pangs in his chest. “i’m not going to make any excuses but it was a genuine accident.” the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to respect your boundaries.
“it’s okay!” you blurt out a bit too quickly. “it was a mistake and you really do sound like you feel bad, so apology accepted,” you continue, hoping to ease his concerns. “and hey, we can forget this ever happened as long as you work your magic like you always do.” you lift your head slightly in order to get a peek of him since you never get to see his face during these appointments.
intak sighs in relief, meeting your eyes and smiling apologetically. “thank you for understanding,” he says sincerely.
once he gets started, it feels like most, if not all, the tension in both the air and your muscles has faded out.
“so how long have you been a massage therapist for?” you asked, breathing deeply to try not to audibly react to his hands that worked through your calf muscles.
“it’s been a little over a year,” he replies. “i got the manager position here about 6 months ago now and i love it. i enjoy making a difference in people’s lives and their wellbeing,” he speaks fondly.
“you don’t need to take my word for it, but you deserve it. you’re amazing at what you do- ooooh,” your last word draws out as he digs a bit deeper into your leg.
he laughs at your reaction. “that didn’t hurt did it?” he soothes over the area with a broad hand as to not put any more pressure in case it did hurt.
“no! no, not at all. it felt really good,” you exhaled. “you’ve got some sorcery or something in those hands, intak, i swear.” his cheeks flush at your compliments.
“i’m just doing my job, y/n,” he mutters, not being able to accept such kind words from someone as pretty as you. he’s grateful you’re not facing him because he would not be handling this as coolly as he is now.
“can you tell me more about yourself?” you ask, voice a bit small as even you can’t believe you’re initiating this.
“hmm,” he hums, thinking of what to tell you. “when i’m not working, i’m at the gym. i love working out and improving myself. i usually lift weights but… i actually really love dancing too.”
your eyebrows raise, even though he can’t see you. “really?” you ask in disbelief. “i wish i could dance… maybe you can teach me someday,” you say through a smile.
“i would love to teach you,” he replies, chuckling. are you flirting with him right now? no… surely it’s just a friendly conversation.
“your girlfriend must be really lucky,” you say, immediately flustering yourself at how bold that statement was. “i mean, like imagine coming home from work and you just get one hell of a massage from your partner,” you stumble out, trying to cover for yourself, holding your breath.
“whoa, hey. relax your muscles for me and keep breathing. you’re tensing up,” intak points out, his hands gliding across your skin with the help of the massage oil. “and for the record, i’m single,” he adds, blood rushing to his cheeks. okay maybe you are flirting with him.
you exhale a little louder than you mean to, a great relief washing over you at this new knowledge. as if a lightbulb goes off above your head, you start brainstorming with more conversation topics. not wanting to make things awkward, you both move past this conversation and begin to talk about yourself to allow him to know about you too.
the fourth time you meet intak is at your fourth appointment. you booked this one for just a week after the last one, too impatient to wait an extra week to see him again.
after last week’s session of you two nonstop flirting in the massage room, you just wanted to see him even more often. your best friend even caught your change in attitude, noting you were happier and more lively ever since you started going to the spa for massages. you just blushed and brushed her off, not wanting her to tease you for crushing on your massage therapist.
today’s session was almost no different than the last, the two of you settling into a routine now.
you knew he started with the aromatherapy, letting you breathe in the scent of lavender for relaxation.
you knew he kindly moved any stray hairs away from your neck before settling into the muscles there.
you knew the paths he took on your body each time.
of course, you hadn’t changed up your preferences besides longer sessions and firmer pressure since the first session.
this time, though, you decided not to hold back on your sighs and sounds of pleasure as his dexterous fingers kneaded and relaxed your muscles.
you wanted to test the waters. at first, it really was just a reflex. you were a naturally sensitive and reactive person. you had just been holding back in front of intak in case things became awkward, or it was too unprofessional on your end.
after learning he was single, you never missed the way his eyes lit up when he spoke to you at the front desk, or the slight stutter in his answers when you asked him something a bit more personal. it was cute, really. there was just something about flustering a cute boy who already has his hands all over you.
it didn’t take much from him to draw out a few mewls from you. the first few times, he didn’t think much of it. his hands still moved steadily as they always did across the expanse of your back.
the more noises you made, the more intak’s hands, which are usually confident and firm, started to falter.
he clears his throat. “you’re sure i’m not hurting you, right y/n?” he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
“intak, i would tell you if it hurt,” you reassured him. “it just feels really really good… you just really know how to work those hands.”
intak thanks whatever higher being there is that you can’t see him, otherwise you’d poke fun at how red and hot his cheeks and ears were getting. hell, his hands were even starting to sweat and he didn’t think that was possible with the oil covering his hands.
“why, is there something wrong?” you ask, trying to hide the smirk in your voice after noticing he couldn’t even reply back. there was no way you weren’t doing this on purpose…
“no, no,” he chokes out. “not at all… you’re just a bit more… reactive today and i just wanted to make sure you were comfortable… you know, with the pressure and everything,” intak babbles on. “but if everything’s okay i’m gonna continue with the massage.”
you hum back in response, deciding to spare the poor guy of your teasing.
the fifth time you meet intak is at your fifth appointment.
after the incident of your fourth appointment, intak shyly asked for your number (even though it was already in the system after your first visit; he didn’t wanna seem like a creep just taking it from the computer).
“you know, just in case you need an emergency visit from me,” he fibs. you laughed and agreed, reading out your number for him to shoot you a text.
“intak :)” the text simply reads.
since getting each others’ numbers, the flirting between the two of you had become both more natural and frequent. you guys text all day everyday about anything and everything, and intak can confidently admit he is very happy you haven’t booked with another massage therapist that isn’t him.
needless to say, you’ve become a regular of his and you’d be lying if you said you were booking massages for the sole reason of getting a massage. it had become your routine to see him at this point.
as usual, you book your next appointment at the end of the previous one. and usually, you reserve these appointment days just to see intak. you’d been seeing him for 2 months now so you already knew which days you’d be seeing him, but you forgot to check in advanced and only now (2 days before your scheduled appointment) realized you had other plans that day already.
shit, now you have to reschedule with intak.
5:42pm you: hey intak
5:42pm you: remember when you said i could ask you for emergency visits?
5:47pm intak: hi pretty, yeah why?
5:49pm you: i didn’t realize i was already busy at the same time as my next appointment is scheduled…
5:49pm you: can i redeem an emergency visit for today instead? it’s okay if not
you only half-expected intak to drop everything to see you, but what you didn’t expect was for your fifth appointment to be held after hours at the massage spa.
intak would be lying if said he wasn’t giggling and kicking his feet at the idea of just the two of you alone in such an intimate session. was he risking his career for this? possibly. could he find a way to cover this up to his coworkers and supervisor? that was an issue for later.
right now, as he unlocked the front door with you standing behind him, his heart was pounding. he really couldn’t believe he was doing this just for you, but he was curious as to what was going to happen now after the incident.
“if you want, you can just sit here while i get the room prepped,” intak smiles at you, pointing to the massage table. you sit down, still clothed, legs hanging off the side as you watch intak prepare everything that would be needed for the next 90 minutes. you were curious since you never got to see the behind-the-scenes before your usual appointments.
intak leaves and lets you change and get comfortable, shouting for him once you’re ready like he instructed since it was just the two of you.
the massage starts like normal, everything being the exact same as every other time you’re laying on this very table. but there’s something else in the air that’s distracting you.
something about the two of you being alone in such an intimate environment, really getting to feel his hands make their way across your skin, especially after all the flirting and tension that has been growing between the two of you, has you hot and bothered.
even thinking about how flustered he got when you were moaning out to tease him just a week ago has your thighs pressing together to give you some relief.
intak notices right away. “just relax and keep breathing for me, pretty,” he mumbles. he’s working on the backs of your thighs, fingers dancing so close to where you want him. he’s gently pulling your legs apart to knead into the supple skin, but you let out a whimper at his actions.
“are you okay?” he asks, slightly breathless. you hope he’s thinking the same thing as you before you inhale and exhale deeply.
“intak… can you please touch me?” you ask just loud enough for him to hear, your breath catching in your throat.
“i… i’m massaging you, y/n. what do you mean touch you?” his fingers stop in their tracks and his ears perk up because of how nicely you asked, catching him off guard.
you use your arms to push your upper body off of the table, moving your hair to one side as you look back at him, one of your arms coming across your chest to cover yourself slightly.
intak’s big puppy eyes don’t leave yours as soon as your eyes lock with his.
“please… i need you here,” you say, wiggling your butt with his hands still placed on your skin there.
intak all but gasps, blood rushing straight down after hearing how desperate you sound. his fingers trail up cautiously while he feels your eyes still on him. he swipes a finger across your slit which is now dripping with arousal.
“shit,” he mutters. “do you get this wet every time i give you a massage?” he asks gingerly, his eyes nearly burning a hole through the towel that’s covering your butt.
“intak…” you whine. “can you just take the towel off my ass please?” you ask desperately, your upper body dropping back onto the massage table after losing strength at the slightest feeling of his fingers.
intak swallows thickly, getting rid of the dry feeling he was getting from gawking at you with his mouth open, and obliges.
“are you sure you want this? here? now?” he’s asking. you lift your head to look at him again. his cheeks are a deep shade of red.
“intak i swear to god,” you huff. you had to admit the consent was hot. he literally had you at the palm of his hand and he was still asking if you were okay. “yes. yes i want this, please just-” you’re cut off by your own gasp as he pulls the towel off, his fingers come back to your slit, sliding down to your clit once. you let out a sigh at the relief his digits are providing you.
“so fucking wet,” intak whispers and you almost miss it. you hear the cap to the massage oil pop open before you feel a warm liquid being poured onto your ass and it sends butterflies to your stomach. he uses both hands to massage and spread your cheeks with the oil and you do nothing to stop the noises that are escaping your lips.
as one hand continues gripping and groping your ass, his other fingers are back on your pussy and he groans at the sight of you, oiled up and sprawled out for him. he presses a single digit to your hole which flutters at the contact before pulling away, making you whine.
“what’s wrong, pretty?” he asks, feigning concern as he starts drawing slow circles on your clit. you feel his weight on the table as he sits on it by your leg. you wiggle back at him, not trusting your voice right now.
“intaaak,” you whine out, getting frustrated that he was still talking to you like you weren’t at his complete mercy.
“go on, you’ve got it,” he encourages, biting back a smile. “tell me what you want…”
“please,” you breathe out. he barely moves. once you realize that wasn’t enough you continue. “please… i want- i need your fingers,” you barely manage to squeak out the words.
fortunately for you, this was enough for intak. he pours more oil over your cunt, not that you needed it, but there was something about seeing your pussy glistening between his fingers that had his head reeling. he pushes your legs further apart and uses both hands to slowly spread your folds apart, almost like it’s part of the massage routine.
you’re doing nothing to bite back your moans, but you don’t miss his soft grunts in response just from seeing you and hearing your noises for him.
“you’re so cute when you beg for me, pretty,” intak mumbles. his sinfully sweet words paired with one of his soft fingers sinking into your impossibly slick cunt has you breathless. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he watches you suck his finger back in each time he thrusts out, feeling your walls fluttering around his digit.
“letting me take care of you like this…” intak revels in the sight of you laying on the table all sprawled out for him. he adds another finger, eyebrows furrowing at how tight you are. “shit, baby you’re so tight,” intak grits.
you feel his other hand leave your ass, snaking its way around to your clit. he’s now massaging your pussy with both of his hands and the stimulation has you going lightheaded. you so badly wish you could see his face, but you’re stuck on your stomach, staring at the ground.
the longer his fingers are between your legs, toying with your most sensitive parts, the tighter the knot in your stomach gets. intak can feel the way you’re clenching around his fingers. he can hear your staggered breaths. he sees the way your thighs start to shake.
“you’re gonna cum aren’t you, pretty?” he asks in the sweetest voice. his fingers quicken their pace both inside of you and on your clit, and you feel the band about to snap.
“yes! yes, f-fuck… intak please,” you manage to get out between moans.
“you’re so sweet, pretty... i don’t even have to ask you to beg… you just do it anyway…” intak is in awe. how was he so lucky to be experiencing this right now? “go on, cum for me.”
hot white flashes behind your eyes as you cum, your walls constricting his fingers like they don’t want them to leave. and he doesn’t.
intak doesn’t stop stroking your gummy walls, nor does he stop circling your clit with the smooth tips of his fingers. he’s pumping his digits even faster and deeper in you than before, determined to make you cum again.
“intak!” you gasp, body writhing at the overwhelming sensations. but intak doesn’t hear you. his eyes are laser focused on your cunt, not stopping his movements. “intak, it’s… it’s too much, please!”
“oh, pretty,” he coos. “i’m sure you can take another one, can’t you?” he asks gently. the contrast between the sweet tone of his voice and the harsh movement of his fingers has your eyes rolling back. you feel another band tightening deep in your stomach this time and it makes you squeal.
he coaxes another orgasm out of you, and truth be told he could do this forever. between the cute noises leaving you and the way your pussy grips onto his fingers, he can’t get enough of you. your body squirms under his touch and you’re met with post-orgasm shudders.
intak finally lets up, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. he watches your hole clench around nothing, streaks of oil and cum smeared on your inner thighs.
you pull yourself up again on your elbows as best as you can, head turning to look at intak who’s already looking at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. he’s holding up his fingers which are covered in your slick for you to see. you wince at him before he’s putting his fingers in his mouth, tongue cleaning them up with a groan.
“oh… now i really need to taste you,” intak sighs out, moving toward you.
“what happened to hello, how are you?” you ask in disbelief. a smile makes its way to your lips as you notice him pouting at you, his sweet puppy eyes on full display.
“hello, how are you, pretty?” he asks, smiling at you now. he kneels down next to you. “i know this is really backwards but… can i take you out for dinner?” he asks shyly. you pretend to think about it, his eyes not leaving your face as he waits for your answer.
“hmm…” you start, noticing his lips moving into a pout again. “i would love to go out with you, intak.” you both are smiling like idiots, coming to realize what really just happened at his workplace of all places.
“i can’t believe we just did that,” intak laughs.
“yeah but were you gonna make the first move if i didn’t?” you raise an eyebrow at him.
“oh shut up,” he replies, his cheeks turning pink.
⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: hwang intak x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!)
⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 3k
⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: swearing, 18+ explicit content, soft soft soft dom!intak, down bad!intak lol, unprotected sex, fingering, little bit of marking, praise galore cause intak is so obsessed with reader omg
⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: a lil smut i had cooking for wayyyyy too long to hopefully get me back into a good routine of writing and posting over the summer break! and intak’s been killing me so bad this comeback so it was bound to happen regardless skdjfkjfjf. enjoy~~
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“That’s definitely new, right?”
You catch Intak’s eyes in the mirror, watching his reflection look back at you before sliding down over your body, assessing the cute black pajama set—silky shorts and a spaghetti strap camisole—you’d recently purchased. The way that he’s staring at you, and especially the way his ears and cheeks are tinted red, has your stomach doing cartwheels, but you’re also just touched that he noticed.
“Yeah, I got them while shopping with Yeji over the weekend. I needed something lighter to wear over the summer…”
Your voice trails off as he steps fully into the bathroom and slips a hand around your waist, feeling the fabric. His eyes widen with a small shocked gasp. “Oh wow, it does feel really nice.”
“Right?” You concentrate back on the mirror to finish the last steps of your skincare—well, at least you try to concentrate. Intak’s gentle hand smoothing over your waist, occasionally brushing under the hem, and his head resting in the crook of your shoulder don’t do much to help that, especially when he presses a light kiss to your bare skin.
“It’s cute. You look really cute.” He mumbles into your neck and you’re glad for the excuse to reach away and grab a towel and pat your face dry, hoping he can’t see the blush on your cheeks from his voice so close to your ear.
However after taking off the headband holding your hair back and hanging the towel to dry, you make the mistake of catching Intak’s gaze on you in the mirror, chin still resting on your shoulder. His mouth instantly tilts up in a smile that’s so endearing and butterfly-inducing that you can feel your heart speed up. He lifts his head enough to press his nose into your cheek, then kisses the corner of your mouth with a whispered, “I mean, you always look cute, but right now…”
It’s diabolical and he knows it, your heart leaping out of your throat. Your body acts on instinct and you pull away with a giggled, “Intak!” He just grins as you duck quickly out of the bathroom before your boyfriend can think of anything else to say to make you shy and all sorts of stupid.
“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Intak laughs as you attempt to escape into your bedroom, cheeks heated- and this time he can definitely see your flustered state as he slips past the doorway behind you. He’s grinning, eyes sparkling playfully, and he’s looking at you like you’re the galaxy and he’s only just looked at the night sky for the first time. His hand catches yours with enough force to wheel you back to him, and you give in with little resistance, spinning to face him. You’re just a couple inches away now, giggling as he pretends to flick your forehead as punishment for trying to run from him.
“There’s no way I’m letting my girl go without a proper kiss.” Intak tsks, tapping your chin to force you to look up at him. “Especially when she’s looking so damn pretty.”
You roll your eyes, another not-so-subtle disguise to hide how flustered he’s making you. But he knows you too well, a crooked smile lifting with pride as he slowly adjusts his hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers and stepping right into your space. He’s leaning into you like a flower to the sun, adoring eyes darting between your eyes and down to your lips. The way such a simple action can make you feel so much is absolutely ridiculous, and it only takes Intak another few seconds to increase that giddiness tenfold with his soft lips pressed to yours. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle and slow and dizzying, instantly sending you reeling from his touch. His free hand finds your waist as yours slide up to his shoulders, shivers running up your body. He draws you as close as possible to himself, subtly tugging at your bottom lip to hear you sigh before pulling away.
You don’t let him get far, slipping a hand around to the nape of his neck to keep him close. Intak tilts his head, letting his forehead rest on yours as you hover around each other’s lips, taking in the other’s presence. Your hand lightly scratches at his scalp and his eyelashes flicker, eyes half closed, nose nudging yours as an invisible force closes the distance and his lips capture yours again—slowly, deeply, like it’s been weeks since he’s had the chance to kiss you like this. Your sharp inhale dissolves into a quiet whine that only encourages him to smile into the kiss and press closer. Both of his hands move to rest on your hips and you find yourself slowly moving backwards until your body collides with the back of your bedroom door. Intak has you pinned in a second, kissing you again and again, parting your lips to gently suck on your bottom lip and feel your quiet whimper on his tongue.
“God- been wanting to kiss you all night…” he whispers into your mouth in a strained, desperate tone. You answer by tugging him back into a heated kiss that pulls a groan from the back of his throat. Your hands rake through his curls to encourage more pretty sounds that fall onto your lips as he picks up the pace. His hands squeeze your hips, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s hoisting your body into the air, picking you up like its nothing to hold you against the door. You instantly wrap your legs around his torso and pull his face back to yours, unwilling to let him get too far. He responds eagerly, grip tightening on the underside of your thighs as his slow, borderline messy kisses pull from you sighs and whines of his name. His whole body feels on fire under your fingertips, and so does yours, adrenaline rushing through your veins and taking over your senses. His tongue parts your lips, his hands slip to grip your ass, and a murmured “fuck,” turns your brain to static. His hips rut against yours and you gasp, pulling away briefly, heart pounding in your chest.
Your breath catches as his gaze finds yours; Intak looks like a dream and your worst nightmare all at once. His cheeks are flushed, hair disheveled, chest heaving, eyes dazed and half closed as he examines your face the way you do with his, lips brushing yours as his gaze drops to them, then back up to your eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, eyes wandering over your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. His lips are locked back on yours in an instant, pulled like a magnet to its opposite pole, and you’re instantly dizzy, gripping his shoulders like your life depends on it.
This kiss is pure heat. He teases your bottom lip with his teeth and you quietly moan, drawing him as close to you as possible. You run your hands over his shoulders and pecs and feel him shudder, softly groaning as he presses your body to the back of the door once more, pressing his hips against yours again. His lips leave yours, but only to find the slope of your neck and kiss along the skin, sucking marks in a trail to your shoulder, slipping the strap of your tank out of the way without missing a stride. The sensation of his wet mouth on your bare shoulder has your head falling back to rest on the door, heat swimming in waves beneath the surface of your skin. Intak’s lips wander back up your neck, finding a sweet spot behind the back of your ear. The feel of his soft lips and wet tongue make you shiver and quietly moan out his name. “Intak—”
“You’re driving me crazy, baby.” He pants, voice low in your ear. “So perfect… look so fucking cute…”
Your hands run back over his biceps and shoulders, appreciating the toned muscle with gentle squeezes as you sigh and subtly rut your hips against his growing boner. He groans against your lips, melting under your touch and the obvious display of want. He can’t muffle a whimper from the back of his throat as you slide your hands over his chest and repeat the action, which he instantly reciprocates with a grind of his own and a whined, “Fuck, baby… c’mere…”
Making sure his grip looped under your body is secure, Intak kisses your lips one last, lingering time before pulling you back from the door. Stumbling slightly, Intak carries you to the bed and sets you down on the sheets, making your stomach jolt in anticipation. Moving to hover his body overtop of yours, he rubs your thighs and lingers by your lips again, kissing you with new fervor as he whispers between each dizzying peck, “Lay back for me, baby. Just relax and let me do all the work… gonna give you what you deserve…”
His words have an instantaneous effect, making you shiver and grab at his broad shoulders to keep him close, whispering, “Want you…”
With a smile, he pecks your cheek before trailing soft, sensual kisses back down the side of your neck and along your collarbone. He spends a little extra time at the neckline of your shirt before helping you pull the fabric over your head to discard it, doing the same quickly with his own shirt. His lips don’t miss a beat in continuing their path down your body, littering your skin with long presses of his mouth and tongue that make you shiver, sensitive to every touch. His hands follow his lips in their journey down your body, rubbing over your breasts and the curves of your sides. You feel yourself sinking into the bed as Intak slowly presses your hips into the mattress, lips worshipping your body, slowly sucking wet, red marks in his wake. Every small sound you make is only encouraged by Intak, who slowly massages your waist and murmurs, “You’re so good for me.” The words are whispered over your skin, making you feel lightheaded with desire. “So perfect.”
His mouth trails a line down your center, and he’s so unbearably slow that you already feel like a mess before he even starts kissing along the waistband of your shorts. Your hands find their way into his hair and tug at the dark locks, pulling small, strained groans from the back of his throat as his eyes flutter. The action seems to only encourage him to further drive you to the edge of insanity, tongue teasing the marks he’s leaving as you squirm beneath him, already out of breath.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, thumbs massaging the rise of your tummy, admiring the darkening bruises he’s left behind. He presses several wet, sweet kisses there before he tugs at your shorts, glancing up at you through dark lashes. “Can these come off, baby?”
You nod with a small “please,” and that’s all Intak needs. His lips split into a grin, eyes sparkling before he carefully pulls aside both your shorts and panties to expose your whole body to him. He takes several seconds to simply get a look at you before bending back down to capture your lips again, softly moaning when you readily press back into him. His hands slip back to your waist, thumbs pressing into your hip bones to hold you in place as he kisses you twice, three times, endlessly more. You lose count as he mumbles sweet praises and several “I love you” ’s against your lips before parting once more. This time, he wastes no time, eager impatience getting the better of him as his arms loop around your waist to roll you over onto your stomach with ease.
Your stomach drops at the change in position and the way his hands explore your body again, rubbing over your ass and up your spine firmly, kneading into the skin. His warm kisses return, littering your back with wet spots and stinging marks that make you whine into the pillow. You feel his smile on your skin, know he’s teasing you on purpose, but your complaints are instantly forgotten when he finally pushes your thighs apart and drags a finger through the wetness gathered in your core, catching on your clit in the process. Pleasure pulses through your body as he repeats the action several times, making you whimper and clutch at the sheets.
“Fuck, Intak, there, please-”
You arch your back with a small moan as Intak obliges, rubbing two fingers over your clit in practiced motions that have you seeing stars. After a minute, he pauses briefly to prop a pillow under your hips, then firmly loops his hands under your thighs and pulls you close to him. He leans over you, kissing up your neck before once again finding that sweet spot behind your ear and murmuring, “Relax, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You’ve been so good, so good, baby… gonna get you there, promise… just hold on for me.”
His fingers work magic as he slips two into your aching cunt and quickly begins to thrust and curl them just right. It’s so good you don’t even know when you start grinding your hips back to chase the friction. “Oh my god…”
It’s not enough, though, and when you say as much Intak quickly strips off his pants and boxers with his free hand, fisting his boner and aligning himself with your hole. Your whole body heats, shaking with anticipation and need, core tingling. Intak hisses as he slowly pushes into you, head falling, his hair and his breath tickling your back. “Oh my god… baby…”
His hands tighten on your hips as he ruts into you, gradually sinking further into your welcoming warmth as spots fill your vision, skin burning at the feeling of his pulsing dick filling you, stimulating your sensitive walls and triggering waves of heat and pure pleasure to flow through your veins. When Intak bottoms out, he does so with a throaty groan, head dipping to touch your back, hair tickling your skin.
As you take a second for the two of you to adjust, Intak lifts his head and presses several messy kisses to the side of your head and behind your ear. “Feel okay?” He pants, breath hot on your neck.
You nod, head heavy in the pillows, body shaking. One of Intak’s arms wraps around your chest and pulls you up to him, supporting your weight while he begins to thrust. The friction is delicious, and you’re instantly clenching around him, your body practically begging for more. Intak lets out quiet sounds and grunts with each thrust, and it’s not long before both of you start to slowly fall apart. Each stroke is deliberate and evenly paced, slow enough for you to really feel it, yet hurried enough that you’re not given a second to breathe before another wave of pleasure rolls through your gut and pushes a moan from your throat.
“God, you feel so good,” Intak groans, head buried in your neck, mouth warm against your skin. “Take me so well, baby… shit—”
His hips thrust with more force, his desperation getting the better of him. His arm around your chest remains firm in holding you to him at the same time that his body presses you against the mattress, his free hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place for him, allowing him to control the angle and hit all your best spots. It’s so good and so intense that you similarly begin to lose control, breaths hitching and choking on moans and whimpers and pleas of his name, all of which are muffled into the sheets as your strength fails you and your head falls against the bed.
His own groans and whines become more high pitched and breathy, his words coming out in broken murmurs. “Feel s’ good, baby,” he whispers, words slurred together. He presses sloppy kisses to your shoulder, moaning against your skin as you clench around him again, feeling your stomach tightening, body tingling. “Fuck, babe—ah—I’m not… not gonna last long like this…”
You whimper, fingers digging into the sheets as his hand slips from your hip to find your clit again, rubbing in pressured circles that have you clenching around him harder, moaning beneath him. “There, there—”
Intak doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, repeating each heavenly motion as your climax nears its approach. It doesn’t take long before the knot in your gut becomes unbearable, heat rising across your skin. A few more seconds and you’re babbling, “I-I’m coming, Intak, ah-”
“Come for me…” Intak pleads, panting, body shaking overtop of yours, voice right beside your ear, deep and laced with want. “Let me feel you, baby… I’ve got you…”
In an instant, your body tenses and the knot snaps, your high washing over you hard. Your boyfriend rides you through your high, and it’s not long before Intak’s hips stutter and his cum spills into you, his own choked moans filling the space between you. After a couple last thrusts, Intak stills, then slowly pulls out and slumps beside you.
You take a minute to catch your breath, and as you do, Intak pulls you against him, rolling you onto your side and curling you backwards into his chest. His mouth presses gently to your back, free hand rubbing circles over your hip bone. “There you go, baby, that’s it…”
You hum in return, taking his hand and intertwining it with yours. Intak nuzzles into your neck, both of you catching your breaths as he kisses you there. Eventually, he whispers, “You good?”
“Mm. Better than good.”
You can feel Intak’s proud grin against the shell of your ear as he holds you tighter to him. After a moment, he presses another kiss to your skin and murmurs, “Let’s get you washed up and back into those cute pj’s of yours, baby.”
You let him guide you to sit up, eyeing him as he grabs your pajama set, and laughing softly. “Okay, but behave this time.”
There’s a twinkle in his eyes as Intak pulls you to your feet, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips once more for good measure. “No promises.”
