jeong yunho has an insatiable appetite for all things you, all things sex, and the summertime heat does nothing to stop it.
he has a tight grip your sweaty hips, pulling you into his rushed thrusts, growling and groaning as you slip away from him. "fuck, baby," he almost pouts, "where do you think you're going?"
"nowhere, sir-" your breath gets knocked out of you as he suddenly flips you to your stomach, clenching your legs closed with his own as he slips back into you, making you scream into the pillow.
"nowhere is god damn right, sweetheart." his sweltering hand comes in contact with your ass cheek, just to feel you clench around him before he's blanketing your slick body with his own.
the rhythmic plapping of his hips against your ass fills the steamy air, his sweaty palms tracing down your arms until they hold your own. the fan blows quietly as it turns, desperately trying to keep up with the two of your heated breaths. puffs of hot air meet your back as he pants; raising goosebumps in their wake; his head resting on the nape of your neck.
no heat wave or some measly sweat will stop yunho from filling you up with more heat.
jung wooyoung is the clingiest man alive. he loves when you drape your legs over his while watching tv. he lives for walking with his hand in your back pocket. he'd give his soul for five more minutes of cuddles in the morning. especially on mornings like these.
you're both heavy with sleep, bodies draped around one another. your chests pressed together with your arms around his shoulders and his hands rubbing your waist as he ruts into you lazily. your foreheads rest together, heavy breaths panted against each others lips. "i want you closer." he says, a groggy whisper before he licks his lips. "i need you closer."
"we can't get any closer, baby," you try to satiate him by squeezing him in your arms, but he only pouts.
"let me in your skin," he dips his head and nuzzles your neck, making you laugh breathlessly. "let's meld together forever."
SAN gets off the thought of his pretty and sweet girlfriend being fucked and ruined by his best friend, WOOYOUNG.
hiding from you in the bathroom, when it's the middle of the night, while you are sleeping under his covers. you don't know that he jerks off more often now, because fuck, he can't stop imagining it. diamond-like tears in your eyes, spilling down on your soft cheeks, as his best friend takes control over your body.
san knows exactly how wooyoung'd tease you, how he’d push your buttons, and pull reactions out of you that your boyfriend himself can't... gosh, the idea of you coming apart under someone else’s hands makes something twist in his chest.
images clear as day flash of you being fucked dumb, and crying out two names, when you are being devilishly stretched out for the very first time by another man's cock. while san's going to be fisting his, watching, helpless and aroused all at once, torn between wanting to stop it and wanting to join.
thinking about you being stuffed full of his best friend's cum, and before he knows it, your boyfriend cums in his hand, white drops falling on the floor. heart racing like it's going to run away on its own, breathing heavily, and it’s not even the act itself that gets him — it’s you.
because when he crawls back into bed beside you, all clean, slipping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into your hair, he looks like the kind of man anyone would trust without question. but beneath that softness is a mind that doesn’t rest, having fantasies he locks away behind sweet smiles and soft touches.
kissing your shoulder as if he isn’t hiding a thousand twisted thoughts behind closed eyes, as if perfection hasn’t learned how to wear love like a mask. san wonders how long he can resist sending wooyoung a risky text to come over tonight.
"Alright, you know the drill, Y/N," one of your bosses, Mingi, stated as soon as you stepped foot in the room.
"Yeah, it's like we don't do this every month or something," you responded with heavy sarcasm and the most obnoxious eye roll.
"Don't give me that sass. Just do it."
You bowed your head before heading behind the partition in the room.
That was one of the stipulations of being the personal model for a world renowned lingerie atelier— anytime the designer and stylist had new looks they wanted to test out, they would test them out on you. They loved the way the bra and panties would fit you just right, and there was also something about the way that you modeled the looks for them that made them obsessed with you.
"Wear the black one first," the other boss of yours, San, instructed.
"You mean the one with the garter belt?"
"Yes, and wear the stockings with them!" Mingi quickly added.
You sighed deeply before putting the stockings on first. The black set was an insanely intricate lace thong with pearls near the crotch— Hold on, these were crotchless panties?!
"Uh, since when did you guys start doing pieces like this?" you asked the two men nervously.
"We've always done this, Y/N. Hurry and put it on," San responded impatiently.
You swallowed the pool of saliva building in your mouth before slipping the panties on, the cool pearls rubbing against your exposed clit sending shivers down your spine. After adjusting the panties on your hips properly, you grabbed the matching lace corset and put it on, only to realize that there was no way you were going to be able to hook every eye closure.
"Hey, Mr. Song," you were still expected to treat your bosses with respect even after all you had done for them over the years. "Could you help me with the corset?"
"See, San, I told you the corset wasn't going to work well," Mingi said matter-of-factly.
"Shut up, this is why we test the sets before we launch them," San grumbled.
When Mingi came around the partition, he took one look at you and immediately bit his lower lip. He approached you from behind, and instead of helping you with the corset, he bent down and ran his fingers up your leg, his hand resting on the curve of your waist where the waistband of the garter belt sat, his waist pressing against your exposed buttocks, his hard-on rubbing against your leg.
Oh, yeah. That was the other thing. You weren’t just their personal model, but you were also their personal sex doll (but were you complaining?).
"Mmm, look at you in this set," his low voice rumbled in your ear. "I could just eat you up."
"Mr. Song," you whispered as you felt him brush your hair from the nape of your neck and leave a soft kiss. "Can you please help me with the corset first?"
"Why bother when I'm just going to take it off in two seconds?"
You moaned slightly when Mingi tiptoed his fingers along your waist and down your stomach before pressing the pearls against your clit. He unclipped the pearls from the front part of the panties before running two fingers along your folds, collecting the arousal that had started accumulating the second Mingi laid a singular finger on you.
"Mingi, cut it out. We need to see the sets," San's authoritative voice rang out, snapping you out of your lusty trance.
"Damn, he can't let me have you to myself for one second, can he?" Mingi tsked.
He finally helped you with the corset while you struggled to hook the pearls back onto the panties. Mingi, noticing your struggle, knelt before you and took the tiny clasp from your grasp. At first, you thought he was going to actually put the pearls back on, but instead he rubbed his nose against your clit and ran his tongue along your cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered while smacking your hand against the wall for balance, the other grabbing the roots of Mingi’s hair.
“Mingi!” San yelled.
“Ugh, fine,” Mingi groaned.
Mingi clipped the pearls back on, and he resumed his professional mode when he stood up to inspect the set, adjusting little things here and there to make you look absolutely perfect. Mingi left first, and before you left, you wore the pair of black platform heels on the ground— they also usually had a pair of designer heels for each lingerie set for you to wear— and checked yourself out in the mirror. You walked towards the two men in their leather armchairs slowly, trying to get used to the height of the heels.
“Turn around for me, Y/N,” San requested.
You did as he asked and turned on the balls of your feet just the way they liked it. You heard the leather scrunching and felt the cool touch of San’s ring on your shoulder moments later. He adjusted the fit of the thong quickly before rubbing his fingers between your legs to check the pearls.
“Okay, the bottom part seems fine,” he murmured.
“Check the corset, San.”
“I know, I was getting to it.”
San pressed the palm of his hand flat against your back, then he started tugging the top of the corset outwards, testing the durability of the hooks.
“I don’t see what the issue is— the corset is fine,” San argued with Mingi.
“She wasn’t able to get it on by herself, and if the point of this collection is supposed to be lingerie she can surprise her lover with, then it kind of defeats the purpose,” Mingi shot back.
“So then should we go with the ribbons like I had in the original design?”
Mingi pressed his lips together then nodded, admitting defeat. San let out a deep sigh and returned to you in the corset. He spun you around to face him, and you lost your balance as he did so, falling right into San’s arms.
“Maybe the heels were a little too tall for you,” San muttered, his hot breath flitting past your ears, making your body surge with warmth. “Are your ankles okay?”
“Yes, thank you,” you cleared your throat and stood properly once more for San to finish his inspection.
San held your shoulders and looked at the entirety of the set, his eyes lingering on the cups for your breasts. Gently, he cupped your breasts and pressed along the fabric before turning to Mingi and saying, “The underwire is too short for her measurements. You should know better by now. Like, look at this— the underwire won’t even support her breasts properly.”
Without looking at Mingi’s reaction, San turned back to you and reached around you to unhook the top portion of the corset, allowing you to breathe a little easier. You sighed softly as he unhooked more, but not the entirety of the corset. Then, San went on his knees and inspected the work of the garter belt and crotchless panties.
“Could we get different straps for this?” San asked as he snapped the strap against your thigh, making you flinch slightly. “I don’t like how thick this is.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, the clasps are ugly. Try again.”
“You approved of those clasps for the last set!” Mingi complained.
“The last set called for silver, but I want black for this one. Fix it.”
Mingi muttered under his breath as he took mental note of all of San’s stipulations. Finally, San arrived at the pearls. He tugged at the clasp and hummed in approval at the strength of the loop.
“The satin loop is strong. Good job.”
“I’m worried about the wear after several washes, though—”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. The only way this would get frayed is if she’s incapable of hooking the clasp on, and the loop is big enough for her to not miss.”
As San explained, he played with the pearls, running his finger up and down the chain. You stifled your moans as you felt him toy with you— you had no idea if it was intentional or not, but whatever it was, it was making your entire body flush with heat.
“You like that?” San whispered low enough so only you could hear— he was doing it intentionally.
“Y-Yes…”
“Mmm, I don’t think I can get through the other sets right now… Let’s take a little break, mon amour.”
That was the signal. Mingi immediately got out of the arm chair and made his way to you, the glint in his eye making you swallow nervously. Even with the heels on, Mingi was still taller than you, so he tilted your head up to meet his lips before moving his hand to your neck. You held Mingi’s shoulder as he kissed you intensely, blood rushing to your ears as you felt his fingers pressing into your neck gently. You wanted to grab his shirt with your other hand, but San, who was still between your legs, was stimulating you a little too much with his fingers that you had to grab the roots of his hair.
You thought San was going to unhook the pearls sooner rather than later, but instead, with the pearls still on, he ran his tongue along them. His tongue circled around the pearl on your clit, the smoothness of the pearl sending a stream of tingles through your body. It certainly did not help when San moved your leg so that it rested over his shoulder, giving him more space to fuck your wet pussy with his tongue. You unconsciously gyrated your hips into his face, your hand pulling him closer to you. It was when Mingi stopped kissing your lips and trailed them down your neck were you able to focus a little more on San.
“Fuck,” you hissed and inhaled sharply. “Right there— Ah! R-Right there…”
The pleasure only increased for you when San ran his fingers from the end of the pearl chain up the fabric of the thong, making the string ride up slightly and rub against your asshole just right. You whimpered and whined the more San toyed with the lower half of your body, unaware that Mingi was working on unhooking the remaining eye closures. The second it was completely unhooked, Mingi threw the corset somewhere behind him and latched onto your breasts. His teeth tugged on your nipples gently, the stimulation really getting to you.
“I don’t think she can stand much longer,” Mingi commented when he felt your grasp on his shoulder start to slip.
“I’m almost there, shh,” San waved the other man away before returning to feasting.
“Mr. Choi, p-please,” you cried. “I’m al-almost— Nngh!”
You gripped Mingi’s shoulder tightly when San slipped a thick finger into your cunt and curled it over and over inside you while fixating on your clit, the pearls continuing to stimulate you like there was no tomorrow. It was when San started rapidly fingering you did your final thread of sanity snap. You muffled your cry as you came, your cunt convulsing around San’s finger, your grip on his hair tight as hell as you shoved his face as far as you could into your pussy.
“You enjoyed that a lot, didn’t you, mon amour?” Mingi teased with his low voice. “I’m sure you must’ve been hot and bothered from earlier…”
He rubbed his nose along your jawline before peppering kisses along your neck and on your ear, the fingers on his other hand rubbing your ear. You sighed softly, sensually as you tilted your head towards Mingi the more he showed you affection.
“Let’s get her to the chairs, shall we?” San interrupted your passionate moment with Mingi when he stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist.
San lifted you and carried you to his armchair. He sat down first then sat you down on his lap, making you straddle him. He reached to your feet and flung the heels off before running his fingers along your legs and up the curve of your hips and waist.
“Mon amour,” San whispered breathlessly. “Would you like a taste of yourself?”
You nodded, and San immediately grabbed the back of your head and kissed you passionately, his tongue diving deep into your mouth. As you made out with him, Mingi approached you from behind and grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling upwards tightly. You cried into San’s mouth when you felt Mingi slap your ass and pull up on your thong, the panties and pearls digging into your cunt.
You were still heavily focused on kissing San that after the pleasureful pain from Mingi subsided, you didn’t realize that he was finally removing the pearls from the panties. After setting the pearls down, he pulled the thong to the side and ran his tongue along your ass crack while inhaling deeply. When you felt his hands pull your ass apart and his tongue prod your asshole, you whined and moaned while pushing yourself further into San’s hold.
Mingi pulled your waist out and up, giving him a better angle to eat your ass out. As Mingi focused on loosening you up, you directed your attention to San’s bulging crotch. One hand on his shoulder, you unbuckled his belt with your other hand and pulled his thick cock out. You reached to your cunt and collected some of your arousal before stroking San’s cock, the man’s breath hitching when he felt your nails trace the tip of his cock.
“I want to be inside you, mon amour,” he said, his voice so low he nearly growled.
You heard Mingi complain behind you when you and San shifted, the man lowering himself in the chair while you pressed your upper body against his. You rubbed your cunt against his cock before he adjusted his cock himself and slipped it inside you, a long moan leaving your lips. You gripped the arms of the chair when you felt San place his hands on your ass and begin to move your waist up and down on his cock, letting out little moans and squeals whenever he bottomed out.
Mingi wasn’t about to let the fruits of his labor go to waste. He whipped out his own cock and spat on his hand before stroking it a couple times. He approached you from behind and got San to stop moving you on his lap, allowing him to push the tip of his huge cock into your tight asshole. He teased you over and over again, his cockhead entering and exiting you quickly.
“Mingi, stop teasing her and fuck her already,” San bit out.
“Do you want me to fuck you, mon amour? Do you want me to fuck you silly?” Mingi, ignoring San’s order, asked you gently.
“Please, Mr. Song,” you hiccuped. “I want you to give it to me.”
“You heard her, Mingi. Do it.”
With a deep sigh, Mingi spread your ass again and pushed his cock into your tight hole, a loud cry leaving your lungs when you felt his insane length fill you up. Once Mingi was all the way inside you, both men started moving your waist along their lengths. Mingi continued to smack your ass sporadically as his thrusts got stronger. San, on the other hand, bucked his hips upwards to meet your cunt, the added force driving you insane. The sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other through the layer inside only made the pleasure build.
“Fuck,” you whined as you aimlessly clutched at San’s coat. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Choi… I beg you…”
“Oh? Alright. Come here.”
Mingi pulled out, allowing you to turn around on San’s lap. You sat on his lap, your back facing him. He slipped his cock into your cunt again and tucked his hands under your knees to lift your legs before he started jack hammering his cock into you at a much faster rate. You felt yourself nearing your climax, but you weren’t quite there yet. It wasn’t until Mingi slipped his cock into your cunt as well did white fill your vision, the feeling of the two cocks spreading you wide making your entire body react.
“Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming!” you cried.
“Cum for us, mon amour,” San hissed in your ear. “Cum all over us.”
You rubbed your clit several more times before your orgasm completely washed over you, your cunt clenching as you squirted through their thrusts. You thought they would stop to let you finish completely, but both men refused to pull out. You continued to cum as they stuffed their cocks inside you repeatedly, your loud cries of profanities echoing in the room.
Moments later, neither man could hold back any longer— the feeling of your cunt squeezing around their cocks was a little too much for them to handle. Mingi pulled out and let the older man shove his cock deep inside you to let his load out, strings of hot cum filling up inside you. San let out a huge groan of relief as he pulled out slowly, his cock still twitching inside you and releasing his cum. You knew he was completely done when he buried his face in the nook of your neck and groaned deeply, his heavy breathing starting to quiet down.
The second San’s cock left your pussy, Mingi immediately shoved his massive cock inside you. He held the back of your neck and pulled you towards him, his lips furiously locking with yours as he thrust violently hard into you. You cried and whimpered into the kisses as his cock kept rubbing past your G-spot, and it was when Mingi finally came did you cum again, your legs shaking as stars overtook you. His cum spurt inside you and filled you up, the cum from both men swimming inside you and threatening to spill out.
Mingi let go of your head, allowing you to completely melt in San’s arms, the man lowering your legs the second Mingi was done with you. You clenched your pussy to keep their seed inside you, afraid to make more of a mess.
“You’re always so tight for us, mon amour. Does your body not get used to us?” Mingi asked with a chuckle as he began to clean himself up.
“I don’t think she’ll ever get used to us fucking her into oblivion,” San joked as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. “Right, mon amour?”
You responded with a breathy sigh and a slight nod, making both men smile at how fucked out you looked.
“Now, clean up. You still have several more sets to try on for us.”
summary: in which your period craving is your boyfriend
warning: reader is on period, oral (male receiving), mouth fucking, dry humping
genre: smut
pairing: idol yunho x afab reader
word count: 1.6k
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The dorm was quiet when Yunho finally got home. After twelve straight hours of comeback preparation, silence sounded incredible as he unlocked the door with a tired sigh, shoulder aching from practice, gym bag hanging off one arm.
His first thought was that you were probably asleep. The last five days had been rough. He knew that. The cramps alone had been enough to make him want to fight your uterus personally. Every night he’d come home to find you curled beneath blankets with a heating pad pressed against your stomach while he rubbed your back and listened to you complain about existing.
So when he stepped through the door, he expected exactly that. Maybe a sleepy girlfriend. Maybe a dramatic complaint. Maybe a request for snacks. What he did not expect was you the second the door shut to be right in front of him and then on him. His eyes widened. “Whoa.” Your hands grabbed his shirt and his gym bag nearly slipped from his shoulder as you started kissing him. Not a hello kiss. Not a quick peck. A hungry, needy kiss. Like you’d been waiting behind the door listening for his footsteps.
Yunho froze for half a second, mostly out of surprise, before his instincts kicked in and his free hand settled automatically against your waist while he kissed you back. You made a small sound of relief like you’d finally gotten something you’d been waiting for all day. That sound alone made something warm bloom in Yunho’s chest. God, he’d missed you too.
The kiss broke only because you started physically dragging him deeper into the apartment and Yunho stumbled after you. “Baby…” Another kiss and his confusion grew. You were practically pulling him toward the living room now. “Baby…” Another kiss and his eyebrows climbed higher. Something was definitely going on. You’d barely let him breathe. Not that he was complaining. But it was unusual, especially considering the circumstances.
Yunho knew exactly what day of your period you were on. Not because he tracked it. Okay…. Maybe a little because he tracked it. But mostly because he paid attention. And right now? Sex wasn’t exactly on the table. Which made your current behavior even more confusing.
By the time he managed to set his bag down near the couch, you were attached to him again, hands on his chest, arms around his neck, stealing another kiss making Yunho laugh softly against your lips. “Baby, you good?” You nodded immediately and his suspicion doubled. “Really?” Another nod and another kiss had Yunho pulling back just enough to actually look at you.
Your cheeks were flushed. Eyes bright. Hair slightly messy. And there was an unmistakable tension sitting beneath your skin. Like you couldn’t stay still. Like you had too much energy trapped inside you. His hands settled on your hips holding you in place as he studied you. Yunho knew you. He knew your moods. Knew your tells. Knew the difference between cranky, sad, annoyed, emotional, and needy. And right now….. A lightbulb clicked on and his expression changed instantly. “Oh.”
Your entire face heated and his mouth slowly twitched. “Oh.”
“Stop.”
“There it is.”
“Yunho.”
“You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you?”
You groaned and buried your face against his chest which was answer enough that your period had you….. Yunho’s laughter echoed through the apartment. Not mean. Not teasing. Just genuinely fond because suddenly everything made sense. Five days stuck inside your own head. Five days of hormones. Five days without having him properly and apparently your brain had finally decided it was done being patient.
His arms wrapped around you completely, pulling you closer. “You poor thing.” He teased. “You’re horny.” Your muffled response was completely incoherent and it only made Yunho laugh harder. “That bad?”
“Mm hmm.”
His chest shook beneath your cheek. “You’re adorable.” The glare you sent him was immediate and entirely ineffective. Because if anything, it only made him smile wider as you pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your hips. He studied your flushed face with that knowing smirk, the one that always made your stomach flip even when you wanted to smack it off him.
"Baby…. What are you doing?" he asked again, voice low and teasing, laced with that playful edge that said he already had a pretty good idea. You rolled your eyes hard, heat crawling up your neck and without another word you shoved him backwards making him stumble a step but let it happen, dropping onto the couch with a soft grunt, his long legs spreading naturally as he looked up at you.
You snatched one of the throw pillows from the armrest, muttering under your breath about how you were probably going to have to buy a new one after this which made Yunho's brows furrow in confusion and flicker across his features for half a second. "What….”
"Shut up and let me suck your dick," you snapped, the words tumbling out raw and needy and his head tipped back instantly against the couch cushions. A sharp groan ripped from his throat as his teeth sank into his bottom lip. The way you said it, blunt, desperate, no hesitation, hit him like a spark to dry tinder and for dick to twitch visibly beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants, already half hard from the earlier kisses and the sheer intensity of your mood.
You didn't waste time. Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants and dragged them down, a snort leaving you at the sight of the blue valorant underwear that followed. His dick sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with a bead of precum and Yunho watched you through half lidded eyes, chest rising faster now. “So I'm your craving for the day, huh?" he murmured, voice rough with arousal.
You ignored the teasing for the moment, too focused on what you needed. As you settled between his spread thighs, wedging the throw pillow between your own legs, pressing it firmly up against your pussy through the thin material of your shorts. The pressure sent a small spark of relief through the ache that had been building all day and you rocked your hips once, testing the friction, and a soft sigh escaped you as you leaned in.
Your tongue darted out first, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from the base of his dick all the way to the tip. You traced every vein, every ridge, taking your time like you were savoring the taste of him after days of nothing and Yunho's thighs tensed under your hands making a low groan vibrate through him when you swirled your tongue around the tip, collecting that salty bead and humming at the flavor.
"Fuck…" he breathed, one hand coming up to thread gently through your hair but not pushing, just holding as you opened your mouth wider and sank down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch made your jaw ache in the best way. You went slow at first, letting your tongue press flat against the underside as you descended and when the tip nudged the back of your throat, you gagged softly, eyes watering but you didn't pull off. Instead you moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight through his length.
The sound made his hips buck upward involuntarily. "Shit…. sorry," he gasped, but you only moaned louder, the noise muffled and wet at the same time you ground down harder against the pillow trapped between your thighs, the thin shorts doing almost nothing to dull the friction against your swollen clit. The pressure easing the cramps and stoking the fire at once.
Yunho's head stayed tipped back, throat exposed, another groan spilling out as you began to bob your head, hands gripping at his thighs for leverage, fingers digging into the firm muscle. You took him deeper with each pass, saliva slicking his dick and dripping down to his balls. The wet sounds filled the quiet, your mouth working him, the occasional gag when you pushed too far, and the soft, rhythmic rustle of the pillow as you rocked against it.
"It's yours…. fuck… dick's all yours," he panted, voice cracking on the words. "Take it, baby. Use me." That only spurred you on. You picked up the pace, head moving faster, cheeks hollowing on every upward pull. Your tongue flicked and pressed, finding that sensitive spot just under the head again and again as spit ran down your chin but you didn't care. The pillow between your legs was soaked through your shorts now, a mess you didn’t want to look at, every forward rock dragged your clit over the fabric in perfect, desperate friction as your moans grew louder around his dick, the vibrations making his thighs shake.
Yunho's breathing turned ragged as his free hand fisted the couch cushion while the one in your hair tightened just enough to guide without forcing. "Close….. fuck, I'm close," he warned, hips starting to thrust up to meet your mouth in shallow, careful movements. You didn't slow down. You hollowed your cheeks harder, sucked him deeper, and ground down on the pillow with renewed urgency. The dual sensations, his dick pulsing on your tongue and the steady pressure against your clit pushed you both higher.
His groans turned into a broken string of curses as his whole body tensed and he came with a deep, guttural moan, hips jerking as thick ropes of cum flooded your mouth. You swallowed every drop, throat working around him, the taste and the feel of him throbbing between your lips sending you over the edge right after. Your whimper vibrated around his dick as your own orgasm crashed through you. Your thighs clamped around the pillow, hips stuttering against it while pleasure rolled in waves, easing every cramp and craving and leaving you trembling.
Yunho watched through hazy eyes as you finally pulled off, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his softening dick as he reached down, thumb brushing your swollen lower lip with a fond, shaky smile.
“Damn," he whispered. "You really needed that, didn't you?"
tags/genre: fluff, slight angst, exes still in love (WAH!), implied smut
word count: 2.1k words
synopsis: the last thing seonghwa wanted to do was make a fuss for his birthday. after a terrible day, all he could think about was going to bed and pulling the covers over his head. little does he know, you weren't about to let that happen ...
notes: another birthday boy!!! MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN this one hurt a lil bit to write knowing that seonghwa is hard on himself but he deserves all the love in the world SO EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEONGHWA
seonghwa wasn’t having the greatest day, to say the least.
it began with him forgetting to set his alarm and arriving late to the group meeting with producers for upcoming variety content, even with cutting his shower short and having nothing in the morning aside from a cup of coffee. the managers weren’t particularly thrilled, especially considering the fact that he was the oldest and needed to set an example for the younger members.
hongjoong pats his leg gently as he settles into the meeting room chair beside him, a reassuring smile on his face before he turns to the staff and reviews the agenda with them. seonghwa sighs, a feeble attempt to ease the anxiety that was brimming in his chest. he taps against the arms of his chair as he listens diligently and bottles the shame that he felt for being late.
the rehearsal stage for another adrenaline performance afterwards was no better.
seonghwa’s mic was the victim of several wardrobe malfunctions, caught in his costume repeatedly and at one point flying off onto the stage and nearly causing yunho to trip when he performed his dance break. no matter how many times he apologized, practically fixated in a ninety-degree bow, he felt terrible for disrupting the practice. the stylists continually reassured him that it wasn’t his fault, that it was an issue they should have foreseen. still, he felt responsible and worked twice as hard to compensate for the setbacks after his clothing was adjusted.
his morale was already shot by the time staff ushered him into one of the conference rooms at the company building. aside from a string of texts in the group chat from the other members, he’d have forgotten his own birthday with everything else going on. the staff were kind, speaking with soft words and adjusting everything perfectly for his livestream background. there were all of his favorite things—a switch already booted up with his animal crossing island, a handful of smaller lego figurines for him to customize, a strawberry cream cake with candles ready to be lit.
he didn’t even realize his shoulders were tensed as he sits down and brushes a hand through his hair. a sigh escapes him as he watches the staff complete any final adjustments with the camera and audio equipment before they wave him off and shut the door behind him. for the first time all day, he allows himself the privilege of indulging in a bit of stress relief and starts his livestream. immediately, fans pour into the comments and populate the stream with warm birthday wishes and a flurry of heart emojis surrounding his name.
“ah, thank you so much,” he replies sheepishly, color flooding his cheeks as he begins to explain everything that was around him for his birthday setup. he glances through the comments, acknowledging one of the questions as to if he’d spent the day with the other members.
“i did,” he answers, “we were actually hard at work today preparing a comeback stage for atiny to enjoy. please look forward to it!”
little by little, the weight that hung heavy on him dissipated with every kind word and every reassuring comment about how hard he worked and how loved he was around the world. he fiddles with the legos in front of him as he mentally reminds himself that one bad day couldn’t equate to the amount of support he had behind him.
as if on cue, the livestream drops and he taps at the screen, confused while watching as the comments slow to a stop and the poor connection notification pops up. suddenly, a staff member runs in with an apologetic expression painted across her face.
“i’m so sorry!” she chirps. “the connectivity has been poor in the building today. i should have warned you.”
“i see,” seonghwa tries not to let his disappointment show as he switches off the ring light, mustering a smile that barely reaches his eyes. “don’t even worry about it. things happen. i’ll be able to go live another time.”
the staff glances around the room, realizing he hadn’t even touched his cake before she meets his eyes. “would you like to take the dessert home? we can send it with the managers later when they drop the others off for the night.”
“you know, it’s okay,” he says quickly, grabbing his bag to leave without another glance at the cake. “you’ve all worked so hard today, please enjoy it for me.”
“i—are you sure?” she asks, dumbfounded. seonghwa nods once, praying that his expression didn’t give way to his true feelings. she bows her head in thanks, gesturing towards the direction where the drivers were prepared to take him back to his apartment for the night. he bows before heading down the hallway, the fleeting relief he felt long gone. he moves absentmindedly into the van, pulling out his phone to scroll through the onslaught of remaining birthday wishes that were coming in.
with a quick selfie and a promise to be live again soon once the technical difficulties were addressed, he silences the notifications and scrolls through his feed. photos of friends on vacation, spending time with loved ones and simply enjoying life came one after another and he let out a deep sigh. it wasn’t that he didn’t love what he did—of course, he did—but the fact that there were days like this where he had to put himself onto the back burner were harder to handle sometimes than others.
seonghwa stills when he sees a photo dump from your recent trip with your best friends. you were glowing. laying under a cabana at the beach, clad in the tiniest bikinis and drinks in hand. his eyes meet yours in the photos and he feels his heart skip a beat, his thumb hovering as he wills himself to stay away.
he hadn’t heard from you since … well, the breakup.
he hadn’t bothered to reach out, either.
neither of you wanted it, but it felt necessary. months of hiding behind fake profiles and masks when you went out in public, having to watch as he performed fan service across the globe but couldn’t so much as hold your hand without speculation. seonghwa hated himself for knowing you wouldn’t be happy with being hidden, no matter how many times you told him that it didn’t bother you. he knew you well enough to know that you didn’t mean that and was the one that suggested you go your separate ways.
even now, he can still hear the crack in your voice and see the way the tears spilled over. as much as he tried to forget, he couldn’t. knowing that he’d hurt you and that you hadn’t done anything wrong made him feel ten times worse than he thought he did today.
seonghwa doesn’t even realize when the van rolls to a stop, the manager bidding him goodnight as he steps out into the cool night air. the building lobby was isolated, save for the handful of other industry staff that were running in and out for their final errands of the night. he lets out a slow exhale once the elevator doors shut, wanting nothing more than to take a shower and curl up under the covers for the rest of the night. the other members were still busy with individual schedules, which meant he could at least be alone with his thoughts until they lulled him to sleep.
or, so he thought until the sight of you stops him dead in his tracks.
you look up from the ground beside his apartment door, shoving yourself upright with an embarrassed flush in your cheeks. there was a box that he faintly recognizes placed beside the doorframe, decorated with the familiar print from one of his favorite bakeries. seonghwa’s body immediately tenses, his heart pounding as he approaches you.
“oh—hi,” you mutter softly as you avert his gaze. “i didn’t think you’d be back just yet.”
“what are you doing here?” seonghwa asks, his tone harsher than he intended.
“i just—” you gesture to the cake box on the ground. “i remembered it was your birthday and wanted to drop this off. the doorman remembered me and buzzed me up.”
“oh.” seonghwa nods once, reaching for his key and offering you the smallest smile you’d ever seen from him. “well, thanks.”
“of course.” you pause for a moment, the silence stretching longer than you could handle before you clear your throat awkwardly and readjust your bag strap over your shoulder. “well, enjoy the cake. it’s your favorite.”
you barely take two steps when seonghwa calls out to you, “would you want to come in and have some?”
seonghwa’s apartment is exactly as you remember it. clean, the faint scent of his cologne mingled with san’s from his room down the hall. he moves through the kitchen robotically as he fetches a knife and two small plates. you let out a noise of surprise, one that causes him to turn his head when you reach into your bag for the candles you nearly forgot.
“can’t forget these,” you mumble, shaky hands pressing the wax into the cream. you try your best to avoid seonghwa’s gaze on you as you pretend to be engrossed in going through your phone. it hadn’t been long since your breakup—a couple of weeks, at most—and you didn’t trust yourself to look at him without wanting to pull him back into your arms and never let go.
regardless, you muster the courage to lift your phone’s camera and record as you hum happy birthday to seonghwa and watch as he beams over the cake, the flicker of warm candlelight illuminating every one of his features enough to cause your breath to stutter.
“make a wish,” you instruct, meeting his gaze in the camera lens as he offers you a pitiful smile and closes his eyes with a puff of air that blows out the candles.
you enjoy the slice he serves you quietly, chewing thoughtfully as you fall back into another heavy silence. seonghwa stands across from you, doing the same until you finally set your plate down and stare at him pointedly.
“are you okay?”
“hm?” seonghwa swallows and grips the edge of the counter, hard enough that you notice his knuckles were white. “what do you mean?”
“you seemed pretty tense during your birthday live,” you point out.
“you watched that?” the ghost of a smile crosses seonghwa’s face before he reverts back to being expressionless.
“uh, i stumbled upon it,” you lie quickly, earning a gentle laugh from him that sends a shiver along your skin. “but, seriously. i know livestreams are overwhelming sometimes. you just seemed tenser than usual.”
“… i had a day, that’s all.” seonghwa doesn’t say anything else and you sigh, ignoring the warning in your mind as you approach him with a tentative hand on his arm. you turn him to face you, scanning his expression as it finally cracks and his brows furrow with worry.
“i’m sorry,” you say quietly. “you don’t have to talk about it, but just remember that there’s always tomorrow. just enjoy your birthday for the rest of tonight. you deserve that much.”
seonghwa stares at you for a long time before raising a hand to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as his eyes say all of the words he couldn’t. he leans in tentatively, closing the distance until his lips meet yours. a jolt runs along your spine as you melt into the kiss, your arms draped over his shoulders to pull him in closer. you hadn’t realized just how much you’d craved his touch until this very moment.
reluctantly, he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.
“i miss you so much,” seonghwa says, his voice barely a whisper as you crane your head up enough to meet his eyes. your heart lurches at how dejected he sounds and you brush his hair from his face with a weary smile.
“c’mon, none of that,” you say, trying not to let your own voice crack. “you should enjoy the last few hours of your day.” you move to free yourself from his grip when he holds onto your wrist and tugs you back towards him.
“i have a few ideas on how i can do that, but you need to stay.”
“… okay.”
in that moment, you don’t question the consequences of letting seonghwa lead you down the hall to his bedroom. you don’t listen to the voices warning you that it was a terrible idea, that you should have left when you had the chance and that you were about to reopen every wound that had been carved into you over the last several months.
the moment seonghwa’s lips are on yours again, your mind goes quiet.
it was just one night, after all. just for his birthday.
summary: san has always expressed his love for you, but you’ve always kept him in that painful friend zone. one night, he’s over waiting. he has to touch you…claim you…and too bad you’ll be too knocked out to reject him.
a/n: this is fanfiction. fiction made by a fan, so please do not take this seriously. this in no way whatsoever represents San or Ateez at all. if anyone was to express discomfort, this would be deleted. this story contains many triggers, so please heed the warnings before reading. thank you!
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san has never been the best at hiding his feelings, because he’s simply just too blunt. the amount of times he’s told you he liked loved you, exceeds the amount of times a person can blink in one minute. san has been your friend for years…you met him at a 7/11 back when he was a trainee, and he’s been attached to you like a leech. a quiet, goofy, nasty, leech who has been pining after you since then.
the way you see san is like a dog, to be honest. he has like zero thoughts in his head, except food, cuddling tackling, sleeping, playing games, and of course…wanting you. you loved him, seriously, you did. you’ve been to his shows, you could see the appeal, but you couldn’t see him the way he wanted you to see him. that’s what his hundreds of thousands of fans were for.
“were you even listening to me?” you scoffed, snapping your finger in front of san’s face. you were both sitting on the couch of his dorm with wooyoung, who was at his parents for the weekend. his legs criss-crossed in front of him, leaning against the armrest of the couch, while you got all in his space and put your legs in his lap. you’ve been ranting about a coworker at work for the last 5 minutes, but he just stared at you, practically unblinking. at one point, his hands were absentmindedly massaging your sock clad feet, but eventually he stopped the movement, seemingly lost in his mind again. or maybe he wasn’t thinking at all, who knows.
he jerked his head back at the snap, and blinked a few times to get the dryness out of them. then he gave you a sheepish grin, one that implied he definitely was not listening to you.
you sighed, shifting your legs to swing off his lap, but then you heard it. a low, pitiful, whine coming from the man next to you. his arms gripped your legs and forced them to stay in his lap, eyes pleading for you to not move.
you rolled your eyes, a small smile on your lips as you leaned back against the armrest.
“whatever,” you said, grabbing your phone next to your lap, missing san’s adorable dimpled smile and hearts in his eyes.
“oh our food is here, you wanna get it?” you asked, seeing the notification on your phone.
he nodded, already missing your warmth, and he gently lifted your feet so he could slide out from under them, and place them back on the couch. as he left to go to the door, you remained on your phone, scrolling through the few messages from your twitter group chat. it was funny how you haven’t told them that you were best friends with their favorite idol. they probably wouldn’t believe you, anyways.
as san grabbed the bag of food and went to the kitchen to grab cutlery, some paper towels and a few sojus to wash the food down, he looked over at you. the side of your face was leaning against the back of the couch, cheeks pressed against it, and eyes lidded. you looked almost asleep. something fluttered in san’s chest and he felt warm seeing you on his couch, in his clothes, looking so peaceful. so domestic. like you belonged there with him.
‘you do,’ his brain supplied helpfully.
his heart started thudding loudly as a small voice in his head told him to claim you tonight, and this was his chance. he blinked, carefully watching your form as he reached for the cabinet with all his medicine in it. without taking his eyes off you, he blindly found the pack of heavy duty sleeping pills he saved for emergency sleep aid (like for when he needed to sleep before tour, but he was too excited to sleep.)
he unscrewed the soju bottles and put a pill in the peach flavored soju, your favorite. it dissolved after a few seconds, and san stared in disbelief that he actually had done it. shaking his head, and walking over, he could hear his heart pounding so loud, he wouldn’t be surprised if you could hear it. his palms felt sweaty, and he prayed you couldn’t tell as you eyed the peach soju and snatched it out of his hand.
“dibs on peach,” you said, smiling and quickly taking a swig.
“hey, i wanted to drink at the same time,” san protested playfully, plopping down on the couch with a slight thud, “slow down alcoholic.”
you rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the arm lightly, and he laughed.
he fidgeted with the remote as you opened the bag to start eating. he clicked on a nature documentary…something he knew would knock you out.
“eughh, san, why would you put this on?” you scrunched your face, about to take a bite of fried chicken.
he stammered out an excuse…something about being interested in…bunnies? yeah i guess he was interested in bunnies.
you mumbled, too interested in the chicken and tteokbokki to argue. he discreetly let out a sigh of relief. out of the corner of his eye, he watched you. his heart pounded every time you sipped on your soju. he watched the sauce from the tteokbokki slide down the corner of your mouth, and he watched your small tongue dart out to lick it off. he felt his body twitch when you let out a small mmm of appreciation when you finished eating. san had only managed to eat a few pieces of chicken by the time you were done eating, and you were almost done with the bottle. san’s strawberry soju was not even halfway done..he didn’t wanna be drunk tonight. he also really couldn’t focus on more than two things at once. you took up all the space in his brain.
then he heard you yawn, stifling it behind your san’s sleeve. he turned his head to fully look at you.
“are you tired?” he asked lowly, leaning forward to start cleaning up.
you nodded, eyes heavy and face adorably pouty. he told you to go get ready for bed, and that he’d clean up. as soon as you were in the bathroom, san cleaned up urgently, fingers itching to be on you. his mind ran at 100 miles an hour at the thought of what was to come. he was excited, anxious, and unbearably horny. his sweats did nothing to hide his need for you, but luckily, you were too tired to notice.
he found you passed out on his bed, stripped down to just his sweatshirt and your underwear, collapsed on top of the covers. you were laid on your back, sprawled out like it was your own bed.
‘our bed’ his mind unhelpfully supplied.
he ran to his bathroom, and quickly brushed his teeth and took a piss before he snuck back to his room. the room was completely dark, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he made his way over to the bed, slowly crawling on. he nudged you gently, making you lay on your side, and his heart relaxed when you settled into your new position without waking. then he curled himself around you like a cat, so his chest was against your back, and his arm wrapped around your waist. his non-existent tail curled around your leg protectively and contently.
san took a deep inhale, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. at the scent of you, he moaned, arm tightening around you and cock chubbing in his pants. you smelled so fucking good…like warm sugar and peach soju…he immediately grew addicted and wanted to see if you tasted as good as you smelled. at that thought, he stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe up your neck, moaning softly at the taste of your skin, slightly salty, under his tongue. you didn’t stir.
getting impatient, san’s hand around your waist started traveling lower, and he dipped his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. his other hand underneath your side curled to rest on your exposed belly, as he pushed the sweatshirt up. his heart lurched dangerously as his thick fingers brushed your pussy; wet, warm, and all for him.
his eyes rolled to the back of his head…immediately sliding his fingers up and down your folds, collecting wetness and circling your clit. you let out a sleepy moan and you arched into him, making san feel feral. he slipped two fingers into your heat, hips jerking into your ass as you clenched around him. you felt so good around his fingers, he felt embarrassingly close to cumming at just the thought of you around his cock. his other hand started to fondle your chest, rolling your nipple in between his pointer and middle finger. as he fingered you, he nibbled and sucked at your neck, groaning into your skin. the pressure in his sweats was agonizing, a painful reminder of how long he’d starved himself of this. he was whining now…pathetic, broken sounds that he didn’t even try to stifle because the sleeping pills had completely knocked you out.
"you’re so perfect," he whimpered against your jaw, his teeth grazing the skin. "why don’t you love me back? don’t you know how bad i need you?"
his fingers inside you were relentless, hooking deep and curling to find the sensitive spots he’d only dreamed of finding in you. he was messy with it, his rhythm uncoordinated because he was shaking so hard. he didn’t stop his movements until you tensed up, walls clamped around his fingers, and you slicked his hand so much it made his head spin. he pulled his hand back, rubbing his two fingers over your bottom lip, forcing his thumb into your mouth to taste yourself. then, after sufficiently coating his fingers in your slick and saliva, he brought it to his own mouth, licking and slurping messily around his own digits. his eyes rolled to the back of his head at your taste.
"i’m sorry," he whispered, though his eyes were dark with a hunger that said otherwise. "i’m so sorry, but I can't stop. please don’t hate me. please."
he couldn't take the barrier of his clothes anymore. with fumbled, desperate movements, he kicked his sweats and boxers off, his cock sprung free, aching and leaking at the tip. he then shimmied your his sweatshirt off, almost laughing at your lack of response. as soon as your ruined panties came off, he didn't even wait. he gripped your hip, almost bruising the skin with the force of his hold, and rolled you onto your back. your legs flopped open bonelessly, and san let out a choked, hiccuping breath at the sight of you completely exposed under him in the moonlight.
he positioned himself, the head of his length catching on your wet entrance. he was so achingly hard, he felt like he was going to die.
"please, please, please, i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m so so sorry," he chanted, a rambled mantra of desperation. he sank into you in one heavy, uncoordinated thrust.
the friction was overwhelming. he let out a loud, high-pitched sob into the crook of your neck, his entire body seizing as he buried himself to the hilt. you were so tight, so much smaller than he’d imagined, and the way your body just accepted him without a fight made him feel a sickening sense of triumph. he always knew you belonged to him. even your body said so.
he began to hammer into you, his movements frantic and lacking any grace.
his sweat dripped onto your collarbone with every thrust. his eyes darted all over your form. your open mouthed slack face, eyes closed, furrowed brows…your breasts that moved with his movement…your beautiful hair that spread around his pillow like a halo. you were so beautiful. he felt like an ugly monster in comparison. he swallowed his insecurities and started crying again.
"look at me," he begged, even though he knew your eyes wouldn't open. "look at what you're doing to me. i'm so pathetic for you. i'm so gross."
he started to spiral, the friction bringing him to the edge too fast. he didn't want it to end, but he was too weak to hold back. he gripped your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat, and began to bite at your skin, marking you everywhere. tears and saliva coating your neck, like a mutt. he wanted the other members to see the bruises tomorrow. he didn’t even care that you’d wake up and know what he did…not after he’s finally claimed you.
"i'm the only one," he gasped, his thrusts becoming short and shallow as his climax hit him like a tidal wave. "fuck oh my god, fuck."
he came with a violent shudder, his back arching as he poured himself into you, his fingers digging into your thighs so hard he knew there would be handprints tomorrow.
he collapsed on top of you, a sweaty, sobbing mess, his face buried in your chest as he waited for his heart to stop trying to leap out of his throat.
he stayed inside you, twitching, feeling the way your insides rhythmically pulsed against him in your deep sleep. he felt on top of the world… he also felt like a criminal. but as he drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep, his last thought was that he’d do it all over again the second he woke up. you were his now, and he was never going to let the world have you again.
a/n: if there are any mistakes, it’s cuz i wrote this for a different fandom and changed the names cuz i pussied out on posting it to that fandom. enjoy this yandere san smut, ig!
content warnings: MDNI, smut, power imbalance (idol x fan), dubious consent/coercive dynamics, slight alcohol consumption, breath play/choking, rough sex, overstimulation, breast play, oral (m and f receive), slight degradation if you squint, possessive behavior, public interaction leading to private sexual encounter, emotional distress/panic spirals/anxiety, slight dacryphilia, explicit language, physical restraint/pinning, unprotected sex, pull out.
words: 9.9k
AN: based on this ask. Keep in mind that it’s my first time doing an ask (which I was so grateful for btw!) so I hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations! Yes, I absolutely did get carried away, but somehow the story just wrote itself, what could I do…
*everything is fictional, just for some distracting fun*
Reposts are super appreciated 🤍
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Your ribs press slightly against the barrier, people pushing in from behind you as Hongioong appears on the screen. The camera follows him backstage and you feel yourself swoon a little: that cocky smile of his with the walk of a man who knows no fear, the energy he radiates - it's intoxicating.
This is your second show for the tour. Yesterday, you had stood directly in front of the stage, but you kept noticing Hongjoong going to the left side, so today, you decided to try going there too.
And it worked.
For the last hour and a half, he has been coming to this side of the stage, giving you and the people around you all kinds of interactions. You couldn't be happier that your bias is so close. More than that, it feels like he keeps singing to you, winking and pointing in your direction. Obviously, you're not delusional enough to think it means anything, but it doesn't make the feeling any less incredible.
You even made a fist to ask him to play rock paper scissors with you, out of sheer curiosity, and you about died inside when he played with you. His eyes were locked on yours the whole time, and your face burned at his intimidating presence.
Your eyes are now glued to the screen as the camera follows him up the stairs to the stage. When he appears, your heart falters a little at the sight, the lights making millions of sparkles burst on his custom made jacket.
The crowd erupts in screams and cheers when he starts yet another brand new intro to his song, as he does every night. There's something about his creative genius that gets you going every single time - if only you could have a peek inside that brain of his...
Suddenly, he makes his way down the stairs to the little corridor between the crowd and the stage, and when his foot meets the ground, he turns his head to meet your eyes instantly.
A drop of sweat runs down your back at his disarming gaze, and you can feel every fan in your vicinity staring at you. You don't know if you should look away or hold his stare, but your body takes the decision away from you - you can’t look away. Not when he prances towards you, not when he sings to you, not even when he comes face to face with you.
It feels like a dream.
His orange hair seems somewhat brighter despite the lack of light down here, the shimmers around his eyes put you in a trance, and his perfume - god his perfume - it makes your head spin.
He's right there. And no, you're not dreaming. Your bias, the man you compare every guy you meet to, is standing less than two feet away from you. The one you put on a pedestal for his kindness, his generosity, his cleverness and wit, and let's face it, his stunning visuals.
His eyebrow cocks as the chorus approaches and your breath catches in your throat. You've seen videos of this happening, him passing the mic to an ATINY and having her sing along, but not in a million years did you ever think this would happen to you. You're tragically unprepared, but he doesn’t give you a choice.
It’s like it all happens in slow motion - him singing the words N-O-1 before angling the mic towards you. His demeanour is almost lazy, his free hand holding on to the barrier as he leans his weight against it.
You don't think, you just act.
The lyric comes out of you in an instant. It's not perfect or steady, your nerves manifesting in a shaky breath, but you'll be damned if you don't take this opportunity.
He smiles at you, a kind, warm smile with a slight under layer of smugness and you bite your lip, trying not to scream. He catches the tiny movement with a flicker of his eyes, and withdraws his hand from the barrier - not without brushing his fingers over your waist. Could it be accidental? Most likely. But it doesn't stop your entire body from lighting up.
He turns away, continuing his way around the stage, and you could swear he winks at you as his head whips, but so much just happened in such a short amount of time that you're dizzy, and everything feels blurry.
A girl behind you pats your shoulder.
“Girl, you good?”
The sound suddenly comes back fully and you start breathing again. You look at her and smile weakly, nodding your head yes, unable to produce words.
Your friend couldn't make it today, and you were debating whether to come on your own or not, but you’re so glad you pushed through the nerves and decided to enjoy it anyways. She is absolutely going to regret not having been here for this.
You watch as he continues to walk around the corridor, and you notice, despite trying to stay grounded, that he doesn’t pass the mic to anyone else. It’s so hard not to come to any conclusions, but you also know this is his job - you’re not the first fan he gave the mic to, and you certainly won’t be the last.
You focus on your breathing for a second, trying to calm your racing heart, before you dial back into the performance. You’re here to watch them after all.
Hongjoong is behind the DJ booth again, jumping around and you let yourself enjoy it.
Shutter flashin’ on me
The strobe lights are blinding, making you feel lost in the sea of fans, and you let yourself get carried with their voices.
Fit so clean I’m blessing lenses like a Sunday service
Your eyes are glued to him as his hips move in a hypnotising rhythm. All of a sudden he’s staring at you again.
She screamin' out my name
I got the girls feeling holy
You wish you were making this up in your head. Either you’ve gone crazy, or this is the most fan service that ever fan serviced. This man just winked at you whilst singing this. Is he implying you would scream out his name? That he would make you feel holy?
You shake your head.
This has gone too far. It almost feels like you’re falling into a spiral of delusions and you need to claw your way out now, or you might get stuck in it.
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The rest of the concert goes off without a hitch, lest for a few pointing glances from a certain orange haired man, and you’re not sure if you should ignore them, or if you’re overthinking it and would come off as rude.
As incredible as this experience was, when the venue lights come back on, you breathe a sigh of relief. The fans emptying around you are giving you some physical and mental room to breathe, and you welcome it. Your friend is definitely never going to believe this.
You grab all your things, packing a handful of confetti in your bag and start making your way out when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see security standing there, intimidating.
“Miss, were you standing over there?” He asks as he points to where you just were moments ago.
You nod, swallowing thickly with nerves. “Yeah I was, why? Is it the confetti? ‘Cause I saw everyone doing this, I thought it was allowed…”
“I’m not here about the confetti, you can take as much as you want.” He motions towards the side of the stage. “Could you follow me? This will just take a minute.”
Confusion and intrigue battle inside your mind for a moment, the latter winning the fight.
You follow the broad shouldered man to a small curtain under the stage, where a woman awaits. She smiles at you before handing you a piece of paper.
“He wanted you to have this.” She says, disappearing as soon as you grab the small white rectangle.
You unfold it slowly with trembling hands.
I trusted you with my mic, trust me with one night.
And below, a phone number.
Your eyes dart back to where the woman was but she’s already long gone, and when you look to your side, so is the man who brought you here.
“Is this a joke?” You throw out, your voice much quieter than you wish it was, but with no one to answer you, you decide to give the number a try.
Your fingers shake as you dial the number. It rings a couple of times before the line crackles.
“Hello?”
A beat, and then, “Hello, I’m glad to see you took my number.”
“Is this actually Kim Hongjoong? Is someone pranking me?”
“Meet me at the Hilton by the venue at 11.30pm. Room 613. And please, don’t bother changing into anything else.”
“What? What do you m-“ Your question gets cut off by the beep of the call being ended.
You blink at nothing, as if seeing better could help you make sense of this conversation.
It sure sounded like his voice, but there is no way an idol would actually call you, let alone invite you to his room. No, this is definitely a prank.
But then again, why would security go through all this trouble? Is it something they do every show to entertain themselves in some sadistic way, or were they just following instructions?
You look at the time.
10.47pm
Forty-three minutes until the mentioned meeting time.
Out of curiosity, you check the nearest Hilton location, finding out that it’s only a fifteen minute walk.
The venue is almost empty now, and you have no choice but to leave. As you approach the doors, you stare at the map in front of you. You can either turn right and go to the bus stop, or turn left and find out if this is real or some cruel joke - but neither option seems to be the right one. You look up and see a bar across the street, deciding to settle there for the time being.
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11.12pm
You haven’t stopped checking the time since you sat down, sighing after every sip of your beer, unsure what to do.
On one hand, you could just go home and pretend this was just a fever dream. On the other hand… on the other hand, you could potentially have the most incredible experience of your life - if only you trusted in fate a little. You take the last swig of your drink, clanking it down on the table. Gathering your belongings, you step outside and look at your options one last time.
If I didn’t want to go, why would I still be thinking about it?
That one thought is what settles it for you - your body pulls you to your right, the neon sign of the Hilton guiding your way as you feel a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach.
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When you reach the hotel entrance, it feels like the glowing sign is looking down at you, mocking you for believing Hongjoong actually wants you to meet him in his hotel room. You're frozen in place, unable to step foot inside, when your phone rings.
No caller ID
You hesitate but answer after a few rings.
"I can see you at the entrance, why aren't you coming in? It's cold."
You look around, checking for any sign of someone following you, but there is nothing, just the light traffic of hotel occupants coming and going.
"I'm in my room, you won't see me from down there."
Your head automatically tilts upwards, looking for someone in a window, but it's impossible to tell which one is his.
"Just come up before you turn into an icicle."
The call cuts before you can say anything.
Screw it. Maybe it's the beer talking, or maybe it's the exhaustion from having been on your feet all day, but you haven't come this far just to turn around.
You walk into the hotel, your first thought being to go to reception but you abstain - asking where an idol's room is won't exactly look great. Instead, you go to the nearest elevator and punch in the dial for the 6th floor. Logically, that's where he'll be.
The more floors you go past, the faster your heart beats. This is absolutely insane. The craziest, most unhinged thing you've ever done, but you're too close to finding out what's going on to turn back now.
The doors open with a ding and you jump at the sound. Stepping outside, slowly, you scan the doors for where to go.
607, 609, 611
There it is. Room 613.
You bring your fist up to knock when the door opens, and there he is.
In front of your eyes. Kim Hongjoong. You search his face for surprise at you being here, but there is none. Instead, he's smiling at you.
"I'm glad you made it."
No words come to you. It's like you're a toddler who has yet to produce her first words. You should really say something, a greeting, or maybe even smile, not look at him like a fish.
Nothing.
He chuckles and opens the door wider for you.
"Come in!"
The ice around your body slowly thaws and you find the ability to move your legs, one step at a time, until you're standing in the middle of his room, the door locking behind you.
You absolutely did not think this through. Your brain only took you as far as figuring out if this was real or a prank, it never actually put you through the scenarios of what to do should this actually be happening.
"Do you need anything? Have you eaten since the show?" He's already by the room phone, dialling reception.
You shake your head lightly. Now that he mentions it, you haven't really eaten all day.
"No."
He smiles. "She speaks! Alright, I'll order you some… fries? Burger? Salad? What do you want?" Your stomach rumbles as he lists the foods. "Salad’s fine.”
He raises an eyebrow at you when someone answers on the other line. "Hi, yes, I'd like to have some salad, fries and a burger brought up to room 613 please.” He looks at you from the corner of his eyes. “Throw in a brownie too." He turns to you. "You can eat whatever you want."
When he hangs up, he looks at you, scanning you, and you suddenly feel not just out of place, but tiny, insignificant. You're in the presence of this man who has thousands at his feet and has dominated industries, and you can't help but wonder why he asked you to come.
"You should sit down." He says, pulling a chair out for you.
You oblige, mindlessly, as if he was in control of your actions.
"What's your name?"
"Y/n." You whisper, realising that he has no idea who you are.
He smiles, a genuine, happy smile. "I'm Hongjoong, nice to meet you."
He extends his hand and you stare at it for a moment before grabbing it. The contact of his skin sends a current of electricity coursing through your veins and you tense.
"I know." You say, a little snarky. "I kind of just went to your concert." He bursts out in a laugh that surprises you, but it pulls a shy smile out of you.
"I suppose that's fair." He waits for a moment. "I'm sorry for all the theatrics, I feel like I made this whole thing more cryptic than it needed to be."
"Just a tad." You say, scratching your neck. "I didn't know if it was real or a prank. I'm still not sure…” You chuckle.
For the first time since you arrived, you take a quick scan of the room. You've seen their hotel rooms on lives, but being in it feels different. It feels... mundane. Banal. Just another hotel room, much like the ones you've stayed in before - although perhaps bigger. His things are packed neatly in a little corner, his DJ pad sitting on the nightstand, as if he had been practicing until your arrival.
He tracks your eyes to the small machine.
"You want me to show you?"
He's already up and walking to pick it up, making you notice his outfit, which you hadn't paid any mind to when you got here.
He's wearing a loose white t-shirt, his tattoo peaking through the sleeve, and a pair of grey sweats. His makeup is gone and his hair looks freshly washed.
You look down at yourself and can't help but feel a little gross. You've been sweating, standing, amongst thousands of people, and you look completely out of place. Instinctively, your arms cross over your chest, too aware of how revealing your top is - the halter neck corset not doing much to hide certain parts of you.
When he turns around, DJ pad in hand, he notices your posture has changed, and it feels like all of a sudden the air changes too.
He burrows his eyes into yours.
"You don't need to do that. You look nice. Actually, you look beautiful." His voice is soft but commanding.
You want to uncross your arms, but the blush is creeping to the surface of your skin now, and you feel even more aware of the situation. He takes a slow step towards you.
"Why do you think I told you not to change?"
You open your mouth to respond but a knock on the door interrupts you before you can.
Room service might have just saved you from getting yourself into a situation you shouldn't be in with how this was going.
You look towards the door and notice Hongjoong only has it open enough to take the tray from the hotel worker, not enough to let them see you in here. It makes you realise that no one knows where you are, and it brings both a slight fear and an intriguing flash of excitement through you.
The smell of the food hits your nose as soon as the door is closed and your stomach protests at the lack of attention you've given it today.
"Food's here!" He puts the tray down on the table and sits down in front of you, but you don't move. "I was serious earlier. Have what you want. As much or as little as you want."
You look at the array of delicious looking plates before you, your mouth salivating, but you can't quite bring yourself to touch any of it.
"That's so much... I can't."
"Yes, you can. I ordered it for you."
"But.." You're not sure how to phrase it. "You paid for it..."
He scoffs. "So? You think this is what's gonna ruin me? Y/n, eat." He's serious now, and you don't want to make him mad or seem disrespectful, so you tentatively grab a french fry.
When it hits your tongue, the salt makes you instantly close your eyes and hum in contentment.
He observes you, the small sound you just made going straight to his head. He was right to make you come here - there was no other way he could get you out of his system.
When you reopen your eyes, you catch him staring at you, unabashedly, and you fold into yourself a little, embarrassed.
"Sorry..."
"For what? I'm glad you're enjoying the food."
His smile is sincere, but the intensity of his gaze is unsettling. Still, you continue to pick at the fries, taking a bite of the burger here and there. It may not be the most ladylike thing, but your care slowly goes out the window the more you eat.
He watches you for what feels like hours before speaking.
"Is there anything you wanna know?"
The question takes you by surprise and you stop mid chew. Yes, there are so many things you're burning to find out, but you have no idea where to begin.
"Are you not tired?"
He chuckles at your question, probably expecting something completely different. "Aren't you?"
"A little.” You shrug. “The food is helping though."
"I'm the same. I usually go to bed much later anyways, so this is nothing a little food can't fix." He says as he pops a fry in his mouth.
You smile at him, a genuine smile for the first time since you’ve arrived. It makes you feel a little better that he’s eating too and is so relaxed about all of this. You gain a bit of confidence to ask another question.
“What’s it like performing the same songs over and over again, do you ever get bored?”
He grins at your interest in his job. “It depends. It’s repetitive, but I love performing, and every performance is different. The crowds, the venues, the purpose, the energy. It gives the song a new feel every time. So for the most part, I’d say… no.”
You’re completely entranced by his words, drinking in every single thing he says. Your questions keep flowing as you get more comfortable - about his job, his career, his life. You can’t stop finding new questions to ask him, although you’re careful not to tread on ones that would seem too personal. After all, you have to remind yourself you’re in the presence of an idol, and although he invited you here, he still probably doesn’t want to divulge every aspect of his life to you.
He keeps answering everything without hesitating, but one thing is burning at the tip of your tongue.
“I have another question, but… I’m not sure I should.”
Curiosity sparks inside him and he stands straighter, expectant.
You clear your throat. “Do you, umm… do you do this often?”
He knows what you mean but he wants you to say it out loud. “Do what?”
Your cheeks heat up. “Invite women… fans…up. Here. To your room.”
“No.”
The one word answer is simple and clear, and it makes the air feel like it suddenly weighs a half ton more. Your breathing grows a little quicker at the revelation. This somehow feels like an incredible amount of pressure, but would it have made you feel better if he said yes?
“Oh…” The word comes out breathless, almost inaudible.
His eyes drop to your outfit and you feel like shrinking into your seat, but his presence pins you into place.
“I saw you yesterday, you know? You were wearing your hair up, and your top was like our cowboy outfit from last tour.”
The revelation knocks the air out of you. How is it possible that he noticed you when you were multiple rows away from barricade?
“Actually, I had to avoid the front as much as possible. You distracted me, and I almost missed my cue during Lemon Drop. That’s the first time it’s happened. I was pretty flustered after that. Took me a few minutes to lock back in, but I could feel you staring at me the whole time.”
“I had no idea, sorry…”
He laughs a little. “What are you apologising for? You weren’t doing anything wrong.”
“Still, I… I don’t know. I didn’t mean to distract you.”
He nods. “I know. It just happened. And I thought I’d be fine today, honestly. Actually, I was relieved when I didn’t see you at first. But then, when I spotted you on my right, it felt like a sign. That’s where I’d been coming yesterday - but you obviously knew that. That’s why you came, isn’t it.”
His last sentence isn’t a question - it’s a statement. If he told you he could read minds you wouldn’t be surprised.
Of course you knew, and of course you weren’t gonna miss that chance.
You hadn’t realised until now, but he’s been inching closer and closer to you, leaning on the edge of his chair.
Your brain manages to form the words you’ve been itching to ask. “Why me?”
He leans back a little, rubbing a hand over his face. “Honestly? I have no idea. I wish I had a clear answer, but I don’t. There’s a lot of beautiful fans every night, and without sounding mean, there’s nothing inherently different about you.” He pauses for a second, leaning his elbows on his knees. You can almost feel his breath fanning your face. “Except that I couldn’t get you out of my head. I needed to be close to you. Talk to you. Hear your voice. Get to know you. Get you out of my system by any means necessary.”
His proximity and his words make your head spin. “The beer was a bad idea.” You mutter as you feel your face flush, your breathing growing erratic.
He stands up suddenly, grabbing a glass of water and handing it to you.
“Hydrate.”
You take it with shaky hands and drink slowly, focusing on calming yourself, instead of his overbearing presence next to you, worry written in the furrow of his brow.
He watches you closely, checking any sign that you aren’t well, his gaze automatically dropping to your chest. His angle gives him the perfect view of it rising and falling, reminding him just why he had to get you up here.
Feeling the cold water flowing down your throat helps calm you a little, and you put the glass down. He's still staring at you, observing you.
You look up at him from under your lashes and his stomach flips at the sight, when he sees a drop of water glide past your lip. Without thinking, he wipes it with his thumb, cupping your face in his warm hand, and you freeze.
He doesn't pull away. He wants to see if you will - if you'll hesitate or feel discomfort. Instead, your fingertips find his wrist, laying on it, as if trying to see if he's real. His perfume hits your nose and your eyelids flutter as the scent flows through you.
You feel the blood coursing through his veins, his slightly elevated pulse, and somehow, that grounds you - you realise you're not the only one affected by this situation.
Slowly, he kneels down, eye level with you. You can't look away. It feels like he's gravity pulling you into him.
Your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, so perfect and pink, and without realising it, you're inching closer to him. He can feel your breath on his face and his heartbeat stutters, jaw ticking from the effort of restraining himself.
When you realise what you're doing, you pull back sharply, looking down, ashamed at your lack of control.
He hates that. He hates that you won't come closer, hates that you won't let yourself do what he knows you want to do.
He can't take the distance anymore, and, using the hand that's cradling your face, pulls you into him.
The moment your lips touch it feels like time stops, your brain short-circuits. It takes you a few seconds to understand what's happening, but when you do, your body melts into his without question, your fingers weaving through his hair.
The feeling is so foreign. This isn’t your first kiss, but it might as well be. Every nerve is firing signals into your brain, not knowing what to focus on.
Your back arches to try and get closer to him, your breath mingling with his, your hands tugging at his roots to try and keep you steady.
Hongjoong isn’t much more controlled, the hand that was on your face is holding on to you like he’s scared you’ll disappear, whilst his other is lingering on the small of your back, trying to pull you even closer to him.
The feeling of his fingers on your bare skin sends a shiver through you, a tiny whimper coming out of you that travels straight to the pit of his stomach.
Despite having snacked on fries, you notice his breath smells of peppermint, whilst his skin seems to cast the woody smell of his perfume with every beat of his heart.
He hums quietly into you, and your fingers tighten around his hair and the collar of his shirt, whatever’s in reach. The gesture makes him growl, and his brows draw together as your presence consumes him.
You pull back a little, trying to catch your breath, and he leans his forehead against yours.
The distance helps your brain clear up, the situation becoming unmistakable with every passing heartbeat. When you look at him again, it's like it finally clicks in your head.
You throw yourself back in your seat, hands clasped against your mouth, eyes wide. A thousand thoughts race through your head.
This is wrong.
You stand up, overwhelmed, and start pacing around the room.
“What the fuck did I just do?”
“I shouldn’t have done this!”
“No no no no no…”
“I’ve just fucked my life up forever.”
Everything comes out of your mouth at once as you burn circles on the carpet, gnawing at your thumb. Your eyes are welling up at the importance and gravity of the situation.
He stands up slowly, chest heaving, eyes unable to detach from your curves, his brain stuck on the taste of your lips.
"Y/n?" he calls softly, but you don't hear him amongst the turmoil in your brain.
"Oh god and his reputation."
“People will know!”
"He's an idol y/n, what were you thinking?!"
He approaches you tentatively. "Y/n!"
But you still can't hear him, too lost to let the outside world in. You're spiralling - hard.
Suddenly you're whipped around, his hand firmly holding your elbow, facing him. His palm scorches your skin as every nerve ending reacts to his proximity.
"Just shut up and kiss me." He exhales, breathless, pleading eyes piercing into yours.
His mouth crashes into you again before your brain can register anything.
The kiss is more desperate this time, his need mirrored in the ache building in your chest. Your knees buck slightly at the overwhelming nature of the situation, but his hand quickly grabs your waist, pulling you further into him.
He's not letting you go anytime soon.
Your breathing grows heavier as his hand weaves itself in your hair and he caresses your cheek with his thumb. Every move he does puts you deeper in the trance of his touch.
His tongue swipes across your bottom lip in a silent request to be let in. You hesitate - a beat too long. He tugs at your hair, making you moan, and takes that opportunity to slide into your mouth, exploring it lazily, tasting you.
The rational part of you wants to stop him - this is wrong on so many levels. But that part is losing control with every kiss, relinquishing it over to him, barely putting up a fight.
Without you realising it, he’s walked back into the bed, the back of his knees hitting the edge of the mattress.
He lifts you up a little as he sits you both down, letting you straddle him on both sides. The position is incredibly intimate, sitting on top of him exactly where you can feel what he’s thinking and feeling - and right now, the evidence is… big. You can feel him growing under you second by second.
Both of your hands are holding his face now, like you can’t believe he’s real - which you still can’t -, your hair falling around your faces, as if caging you in from the outside world. His hand on your waist moves up your back, slowly, exploring every inch of exposed skin. Your back arches in the wake of his touch, and you can’t help the string of moans and whimpers flowing out of you.
He loves it - can’t help the way his mouth curves at every tiny, breathy sound you make.
The kisses become sloppier as time passes, desperation and need clawing at both your insides.
When he reaches the top of your back, his hands start exploring your arms, slowly, like he’s memorising every inch of you, and it leaves goosebumps across your skin.
His lips leave yours to trail down to your jaw. You welcome the break, but it’s short lived as he starts nibbling at your pulse, addicted to how frantic it is under his touch. He moves down to your collarbone as his hands trail back up to your shoulders, and you moan.
“Please just let me touch you sweetheart.” He whimpers between wet kisses. He’s desperate, on edge. “Please…”
You nod your head weakly, a barely perceptible “yes” passing your lips.
Tentatively, his hands move down to your breasts, still covered by your corset, squeezing them.
“Fuck” he groans against your skin, trailing his lips back up your neck.
Your breath catches in your throat at the feel of his hands on you, and you throw your head back, bracing your hands on his knees. He wasn’t expecting this, his legs jerking at your touch.
When he jerks, his hips push into your core a little. Not much, but just enough to feel it through your jeans, and you choke.
The feel of his painfully hard cock against you - and the sounds you make - makes him want more. He rolls his hips into you again, and the way you’re feeling him on you everywhere makes you breathe a high pitched cry.
He needs to hear you do that again, rolling his hips just a fraction, over, and over, chasing your sounds more than his own pleasure.
His self control is slipping. Fast.
His fingers find the knot holding your corset together at the front and he starts undoing it, loosening the ribbons inch by inch. The more you feel your skin breathe, the more flushed and out of breath you get. You don’t know how much he can see, and part of you doesn’t want to find out, but you don’t want to stop him either.
Not anymore.
Not when the slightest graze of his skin against yours sends electricity shooting through you. Not when he adorns your neck with another gentle yet needy kiss. Not when you feel him pressing into your cunt like that, the wet patch growing in your underwear.
And even if you told him to stop, he doesn’t know that he could.
He’s been fantasising about this since he first saw you yesterday - the way your sweat glistened as it fell down your cleavage, the way your tits would feel in his hands, how sweet they’d taste in his mouth, even how your body would react when he’d brush his thumbs over your nipples.
He jerked himself off so hard last night, thinking about it all, he almost blacked out.
Finally, he’s loosened the corset enough to pry it open, revealing your already hard peaks. He grunts at the sight, certain he could burst right now.
As he lowers his head slowly, you can feel his hot, humid breath on your skin, clinging to the film of sweat covering you from the anticipation. Your eyes are still closed, your head thrown back - you have no idea what he’s doing, and that excites you so much.
You forget to breathe when his lips wrap around one of your nipples. His teeth graze against it and you whimper his name.
His head is spinning, as if you were his poison and he was tapping straight in the vein.
“Say my name sweetheart, I love hearing you whimper it” he’s almost growling the words out, primal instincts taking over.
You finally look back down at him. Your brain can’t quite comprehend what it’s seeing, but there’s no pretending this isn’t happening anymore. With the way he’s drinking you in, that line is so far behind you it’s invisible - you left it as soon as you entered the room.
He sucks your other peak, a little harder this time, and you wince, gripping his hair as a reflex.
“Stop squirming.” He grunts.
And with that, he grabs your waist and neck and flips you down onto the bed, pinning you down with his legs so you stop wriggling at his touch.
The sudden shift in attitude and position knocks the wind out of you as you land on the mattress - his move wasn’t harsh, his hand on your neck softening the blow, but it takes you completely by surprise.
He’s now towering over you - imposing.
He’s weaved his legs over yours in a way that has you completely pinned, his hands firmly on the mattress beside your head. He looks down at you, orange strands framing his face as he hovers over you, a chain appearing from under his shirt. It dangles between the two of you like a silent promise, one you reach out to grab with no hesitation, pulling him to you.
He smirks.
He knows you’ve completely released your inhibitions - you’re not fighting it anymore, you’ve accepted it. Accepted the fact that this was somehow inevitable, that there was no other possible way to break the tension between the two of you than with this.
His hand brushes over your partially exposed tits, making you shiver, and trails down towards the waistband of your jeans. Your muscles contract at his touch and you bite your lip in anticipation.
He doesn’t stop there though. His hand continues lower, until it reaches that point between your legs.
You whimper. You’ve definitely started soaking through the fabric with how much he rubbed against you earlier, and he can feel it.
“Fuck y/n, you’re so wet already…”
He rubs a little, fascinated by your body’s natural response to him.
“Need… ah…” you stutter.
“I know.”
Simple. Factual. Effortlessly confident.
Still looking into your eyes, he unbuttons your jeans with one hand, sliding the zipper down so agonisingly slow.
You pull on his chain a little harder, signaling him that you need him to be quicker, but he ignores you. He wants to savour this.
When he peels away your jeans, he notices your red lace panties.
“Planning ahead, were we?” He drawls, eyebrow raised.
“A girl’s go-otta hope.”
He chuckles, low. “I’m glad.”
Getting rid of your jeans leaves you with nothing but your underwear and the corset, now hanging on by a literal thread. It’s exhilarating and unfair.
“Your turn.”
You pull at his collar before he knows what’s happening. He finishes it off, pulling it over his head and discarding it somewhere off the bed.
Your eyes are glued to him as you rub your hands over his soft skin. His abs are peaking through his flat stomach, slight definition appearing over each muscle you touch.
He lets you explore, watching your every move as your fingers make their way to his surprisingly toned chest.
“‘s that what you were hoping for?”
You bite your lip, throat dry. “Better.”
He drops his lips to yours again, kissing you feverishly as his hand lightly rubs against the wet spot between your legs. You whimper in his mouth, rolling your hips to get more friction.
You don’t have to tell him twice.
His hand slides into your underwear, coming skin to skin with your clit and you gasp. He starts rubbing a little harder, pulling away from your lips to see the way your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open.
His own mouth mimics you, completely possessed by you and your body, as he watches your every reaction.
Your chest starts to flush from the sensation and his eyes jump down to watch, fascinated. He drops his head lower, kissing your tits again, and you weave your fingers through his hair to keep him there.
The tugging on his roots sends jolts of pleasure straight to his cock and he slips a finger inside your dripping cunt. Your back arches instantly, offering him an even better angle to relish in your tits, and he couldn’t be happier.
“You’re gonna kill me before I can fuck you y/n…” he mutters into you as he slides his finger in and out, getting off on the sloppy sounds of your arousal.
You grab his chin, tilting it up so his eyes meet yours.
“Not y-yet. Wann’ taste you.”
You can see the way his eyes grow darker as another wave of lust hits him.
He sits up on his knees, pulling you by the wrists.
“I’m all yours sweetheart.”
With that, he leans against the headboard, arms behind his head, so incredibly cocky you want to kiss him.
You go to take off his joggers but he stops you.
“Take that off first.” He says, nodding to your corset. You look down, blushing a little when you see how messy it all looks - half removed threads, and tits completely out.
You stare into his eyes as you continue untying it, slowly, painfully. Normally, you’d just open the zipper in the back and slip it off, but what’s the fun in that when you can do this instead and watch how his jaw ticks from how fucking good you look right now.
When you’ve finally freed yourself from it, tossing it somewhere far from your perfect bubble, you look at him with overly pleading eyes.
“Now can I?”
He bites his lip and nods, a little desperation peaking through.
Your fingertips slip under his waistband but you hesitate for a fraction of a second. This is huge. Like, you’re about to see him fully naked. Your stomach jumps and you smile, licking your lips.
Finally finding the courage to do it, you shimmy his joggers down, carefully, only to find out he’s not wearing any boxers, his cock jumping up as soon as you free it.
You look at him, mouth a little agape, and he snickers.
“You weren’t the only one with your hopes up.”
You weren’t ready for this. Sure, every fan likes to imagine their idol is well equipped, but you didn’t think he’d be this… packed.
You don’t move for a second, taking it all in, wondering how you’re gonna fit him in your salivating mouth. The length isn’t so much the problem, it’s the girth. How in the world will your mouth be wide enough?
“You wanted it sweetheart, now go for it.”
A tiny spark of defiance ignites inside of you.
You brace yourself as you lower your face, not breaking eye contact, and making sure your ass wiggles a little as you adjust your position. He gave you a show tonight, it’s time you return the favour.
You place your hand around the base of his shaft and he twitches. Tentatively, you start sliding it up and down, getting a feel for him and he grunts, keeping his eyes locked onto you.
Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you flatten your tongue to glide up the underside of his length. You never thought you’d say this about anyone, but gosh he tastes so good.
He tenses again and a bead of precum surfaces at his tip, which you lap up excitedly, before finally taking him in. You choke a little at first, but you quickly relax, taking as much enjoyment in this as possible.
You continue bobbing up and down as he watches you, mesmerised.
One of his hands unfolds from behind his head and comes behind yours, guiding you.
“Yeah, just like that.” He pants.
You’re welling up now from the depth his hand is making you take him, but feeling how taut his body is and hearing his tiny noises as he holds himself back makes your confidence and pleasure grow.
You come up for air for a moment, and when you look at him, the sight of your swollen, glossing lips and the single tear streak running down your cheek makes his heart skip a beat, though he tries his best to ignore it.
“C’me here.”
He pulls you to his chest, smashing his lips onto yours. You find it so hot that he doesn’t care about tasting himself on your mouth. You pull away almost instantly, desperate to feel and taste his skin as you trace his neck and torso with your lips and tongue.
Boldness has taken over you, and you welcome the sudden shift in power. His chest is rising and falling quickly now, helpless. You bite him a little on the shoulder, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make him jolt.
“You can’t do that sweetheart…”
You pout a little and he caresses your spine, soothing you.
“I know I’m sorry.”
As an apology, you linger on the spot, kissing it softly, before resuming your path down his chest and stomach. When you get low enough, you grab his cock once more, resuming your previous work, but he unexpectedly flips you over.
You stare at him in shock as he removes the hair from your face and kisses you.
“I told you I didn’t wanna come before fucking you.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat flooding your core and your cunt. You bite your lip hard as he pulls down your panties, removing the final concrete barrier between the two of you.
He kneels down between your legs and buries his face in without hesitation, very differently to how you went about things just minutes ago, and you know well and truly that your moment of dominance is over. Because with the way he’s eating you out right now, you’d stop breathing if he just asked you to.
His tongue laps up your juices, not letting a single drop go, his nose rubbing against your clit with every move.
“Hongjoong, yes, right - ah, right there.” You whimper.
You know he loves hearing you say his name, and it undoes that last bit of restraint as he stands up from the bed and starts rummaging through his bag.
“What are you doing?” You pant, empty from his loss.
“Condom.” He says as he rummages frantically through the contents. “Fuck!” He mutters under his breath.
You sit up. “Pull out.” He looks at you, unsure. “I’m on the pill. I promise.”
You’re desperate now. He can’t leave you high and dry like that.
After a second to consider his options, he crawls back on the bed and grabs your face.
“Fuck it.” He mumbles.
Relief flows through you as his fingers find your cunt again, diving knuckle deep to make sure you’re ready - as if you could be anything but after everything.
When you finally are, he pushes your back down, lifting your hips to place a pillow under you.
“Relax for me sweetheart.”
Your heart is racing as he lines himself up, and when he pushes in, despite being slow and careful, you can’t help your breathing from stopping. The stretch burns, but it burns oh so good.
He places a kiss on your cleavage as he continues pushing in, the act proving challenging for him too. “Breathe, y/n, breathe.”
Just as before, your body obeys him without thinking and your lungs start working again as you gasp for air, just as he finally bottoms out.
“You’re so fucking tight…”
“You’re to-o big.” You whimper, making him chuckle.
Fuck he can’t get enough of you, which is the complete opposite of what he wanted this night to be, but he can’t stop. You feel too good - your smell, your taste, your sounds, your body, your skin, everything. He can’t get enough.
He starts thrusting into you without warning and you shriek.
You don’t know how, but he’s already hitting that perfect spot inside of you from the first go. Your eyes roll back and your jaw slacks as he continues pounding.
He stares at you - no, more like admires you, and with every thrust, he tries to take you farther.
His cock isn’t enough. Seeing your tits bounce like that makes him hungrier still, and he starts nipping at them again with his teeth, whilst one of his hands finds your throat. A chill runs down his back at the change of pitch in your voice from the sudden drop in oxygen, but the smile on your face tells him you’re just as into it as he is.
“You’re slutty aren’t you sweetheart?”
You nod a little, not even sure what you’re nodding to, just automatically responding to him.
“How’s that feel then?” He asks as his other hand finds the space between your two bodies and starts abusing your bundle of nerves once again.
You gasp.
How can he be everywhere all at once? Your brain doesn’t know what to focus on, each thrust knocking the wind out of you whilst his teeth remind you who’s inflicting this on you.
“Hongjoong - can’t, stop, please.” You cry out on the verge of breaking.
He would, he really would, if he wasn’t hearing your every moan and feeling every squeeze of your cunt around him.
“Yes you can sweetheart. C’me on. Take it for me. Just a lil’ more.” He whispers as he increases the friction on your clit, tightening around your throat a little.
You try so hard to do what he says because your body only responds to him now. Your shrieks and whimpers are growing increasingly louder the more he consumes you, but you don’t say anything, just biting your lip and fisting the sheets.
“That’s it, such a good girl f’r me. Look how well you take my cock.” He groans.
It’s all becoming too much.
With one hand on your throat, the other rubbing your clit with painful speed, his mouth sucking and biting your tits, his cock buried so deep inside you from the pillow under your hips, and his intoxicating praises, you start screaming.
His hand flies to your mouth.
“You gotta keep quiet.” A grunt. “Seonghwa and Yunho ‘re next door - don’t want ‘em disturbing us.” He smirks. “Wouldn’t want anyone ‘n live hearing you, would you sweetheart?”
This is the final straw for you. The pleasure is immense but the pressure of keeping quiet when he’s filling you up like that makes you cry. Hot tears stream down your face as you whimper strangled cries with every thrust.
For some weird reason, seeing you cry makes him want you more. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he does want to see how much more your body can take, captivated by every response you give.
His pace increases, the slapping of skin on skin filling the room. You’re trying to keep quiet, but you wonder if the others can just hear the movements as the bed starts rattling against the wall.
You feel the pillow under your head become more humid as your tears make a growing pool. It’s so confusing that you’re reacting this way when you’ve never felt more pleasure.
He grunts more and more against your skin from the effort of his rhythm, biting you a little harder than before - you squeal. He wasn’t even trying to, but he’s now branded your skin with an array of bite marks and fast evolving hickeys. You find the irony of not being able to do the same unfair.
He’s getting close to release, but he’s not ready to stop.
He kisses your lips sloppily, brain foggy as he tries to hold himself. His moans are getting more intense and it’s driving you insane how good he sounds.
“Turn around.”
His order is followed by him pulling out of you momentarily, flipping you on your stomach, adjusting the pillow under your hips, and plunging straight back into you.
You start screaming again, but this time he can just push your head into the soaked pillow. You don’t even fight him. You can’t. He’s hitting that spongy spot inside of you even harder than before and you’re starting to see stars, fingers and toes beginning to tingle as you go numb from pleasure.
His other hand comes under you to continue playing with your tits, his obsession nowhere near satiated. He kisses and bites your shoulders and back as he goes, the pounding becoming too much to handle even for him.
“‘re you gonn’ cum sweetheart? Can you do that f’r me?” He moans against your neck.
You barely have the energy to do it but you whimper a “yes” in the pillow.
“Say my name - y-yes who.”
“Yes Hong - fuck, ngh - Hongjoong.”
“Then cum.”
As if his request gave you permission, you explode around him, the wave of your orgasm consuming you entirely. He tries his best to muffle your screams in the pillow, but it can only do so much when you have no strength left in you to keep quiet.
The way your walls squeeze around him tips him over the edge too and he pulls out quickly, just in time to spurt out on your back, the hot liquid painting your skin with white. He can’t help himself either, his moans and whimpers mingling with yours.
It takes him a few seconds to register the situation again, the high lingering in his body.
When he comes down from it, he stands up from the bed slowly, heading to the bathroom. He comes back with a towel and some water, cleaning your back gently, the complete opposite to the unrelenting man who just wrecked you.
“Have some water.” He says, rubbing your back.
You don’t move though. You can’t. Not yet. The feeling is slowly coming back to your limbs and your heart is fighting to slow down.
“Y/n?” You can hear the worry in his voice at your lack of response. “Hey, are you okay?” He’s shaking your shoulder a little.
“Mmh.” You mumble into the pillow, the only thing you can say.
He breathes a sigh of relief. “God, don’t do this to me, I thought you’d passed out.”
“S’rry.” You babble.
Aware you’re not fully back to yourself, he helps you turn onto your back, sitting you up against the headboard.
He puts his joggers back on and lays a blanket on you as you start to shiver, before coming back with the brownie you never ate. You take it gratefully, splitting it in two and handing him the other half.
“I think I’m exhausted.” You chuckle lightly.
He laughs. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
You look at him sheepishly. “It is. A big one.”
He moves a strand of hair stuck to your forehead from sweat, and you take a moment to just look at each other. It’s such a bizarre situation to be in, but the nerves you had earlier are gone. This was by far the singular best experience of your life.
“Don’t worry.” You say. “I won’t tell anyone.”
He blushes and your heart jumps a little at the sight. “Sorry about that…”
“It’s okay, you didn’t force me to do this, I knew what it meant.”
“Well,” he hesitates, “for what it’s worth, I’m really glad you came. Literally and metaphorically.”
You chuckle as your cheeks heat up.
“Maybe it was a horrible idea in the long run,” he continues, “because I don’t know how I’ll be able to get you out of my head now.”
“I thought that was the whole point…”
A part of you wishes he’d say he wants you to stay, that he wants more, but you know that can’t happen.
“It was. The irony, huh?”
He gets up. “You’re gonna be okay if I leave you for a second?” He says, pointing to the bathroom.
You nod. “Of course, do what you have to do.”
As soon as the door shuts, you sigh.
Unknowingly, a small tear rolls down your cheek, the weight of the night finally dawning on you. You’ve never felt more connected to anyone in your life, and the knowledge that it has to end makes your chest pang. Knowing you’ll have to watch him from afar from now on, after what just happened, breaks your heart - but you know that’s how it has to be.
You rummage around the room, finding your scattered clothes, covering yourself back up. Moving is painful, your body protesting, but you push through. You’re hesitating on whether to leave without saying goodbye or not, when he comes out, sooner than you expected.
“What are you doing?” He quizzes as he catches you in the middle of zipping up your jeans.
“Going home?” Your answer is more of a question, like you’re asking him for permission.
“No you’re not.” He says sternly as he pulls out his phone. “It’s past 3am, you’ve had a drink, it’s cold, you’re not exactly dressed safely for public transports, and most importantly you’re exhausted. You said so yourself.”
“But-“
“This isn’t up for debate y/n. You’re staying here tonight.” His tone softens. “You don’t need to worry - I’ll call you a taxi in the morning, on me. And feel free to stay here as long as you’d like, I’ll pay for an extra night if you need, and anything you order will go on my card. Just… please, don’t leave.”
His pleading eyes win you over, and you try not to focus on how your stomach flips at how caring he is.
“Okay but… I don’t have anything…” you say, pointing to your outfit. “Also I have no makeup remover, o-or even a toothbrush!”
He walks towards his suitcase, pulling out a t-shirt and shorts.
“I think this should be comfortable enough to sleep in.” He says as he hands them to you. “As for the toothbrush and makeup remover, sweetheart, I’m an idol. I probably have more skincare than you.” He smirks. “Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it.”
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It’s been two weeks, almost to the day, since your wild night with the captain of ATEEZ, and you think about it - about him - every day. You’ve not been able to look at footage of the new shows despite wanting to so badly, because the first time you saw him pass the mic in the crowd, you felt like crying, and you couldn’t explain why to anyone.
You never expected to feel such a pull to him after just one night, but he’s really made his mark on you - you still have the slight remnants of one or two deep hickeys to prove it.
To make matters worse, you still have his number.
You check it, multiple times a day, fingers hovering over the keys. Ultimately, you always end up locking your phone and throwing it away from you, sighing into your hands. You know you can’t, despite how much you want to.
Plus, he’s probably deleted your number by now.
As for him, the shows haven’t felt the same. Every night he checks the crowd, hoping he can spot you, miraculously, but you’re not there. He knows it’s not fair to expect you to come, especially when nothing was implied about following up the night. It’s not realistic, he knows that. His life is too busy, there’s no way it could work.
Still.
He opens his phone, the short conversation staring back at him.
He’s hesitated a few times already, knowing how horrible this idea is. It’s like two forces are pulling at him: his head - the rational part of him who knows this is wrong and would never work -, and his heart - the part of him that’s desperate to see you, just one more time.
You’re brushing your teeth, ignoring the notifications from your friends about tonight’s show highlights, when your phone lights up again. You look at it, sighing at the social media notifications of the concert.
In his room, Hongjoong’s heart sinks as the conversation now reads:
!⃝ Hey
Not delivered
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you wake up before SAN, and for a second, you just stare at him. he’s on his back, lips slightly parted, hair messy against the pillow, his arm thrown over your waist, fingers curled loosely into your shirt, and the overwhelming, unbearable, almost painful kind of love hits you all at once.
your heart creates a rhythm of its own, hands grip the sheets, because he looks so ridiculously adorable you actually feel irritated about it. cute aggression floods your system so suddenly that you have to clamp your mouth shut to stop yourself from squealing, and so you lean down, sinking your teeth into his bare bicep.
“ow–” he jolts awake, eyes blinking open in confusion as he looks down at you still latched onto his arm. you don’t even apologize, just stare at him with wide and unhinged eyes. “did you just bite me?”
“i had to,” muffling groans against his skin, “you’re too cute.”
“that doesn’t explain why you’re tearing my flesh.”
you finally pull back, only to immediately grab his arm with both hands and squeeze hard. he lets out a sleepy laugh, voice still raspy, “cute aggression, hm?”
nodding before crawling on top of him and burying your face into his chest. your arms wrap around him, legs tangled with his, he oofs softly but doesn’t push you away as his hands settle on your back, rubbing soothing circles.
“baby,” he chuckles under his breath, tightening his hold, “it’s probably nine in the morning, and i’m already under attack.”
you cling tighter, pressing your face into him like you’re trying to fuse your bodies together, and it doesn’t stop there.
by the time lunchtime rolls around, you’re a complete mess. you’ve been glued to him all morning: following him into the kitchen, into the bathroom while holding his hand, back to the couch every time he sits down, you’re in his lap within seconds. every time he stands, you’re wrapped around his arm like a koala refusing to descend from its tree.
now you’re crying, hot tears running down your cheeks, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap, your face buried in his neck, weeping and soaking his shirt.
“what happened?” he asks gently, hands rubbing up and down your back, and you try to answer, “i don’t know, i just–” your voice cracks. “i love you so much i feel stupid.”
“oh,” he goes quiet for a second, then exhales, “it’s one of those days.”
you nod before biting his shoulder this time, not even warning him.
“oh… okay, yeah, definitely one of those days,” he winces, adjusting you higher on his lap. his hands cradle your face, thumbs wiping your tears away, pulling you closer as you sniffle, immediately biting his collarbone as he hisses, “just maybe don’t leave teeth marks where people can see them.”
then he leans down and bites your cheek, and you stare at him in disbelief, as he grins, showing off his dimples.
“if i’m your chew toy today… then you’re mine too.”
“sannie–”
“don’t ‘sannie’ me,” he mutters, nuzzling into you again before peppering quick kisses on cheeks, nose, jaw, and then the lips.
you try to squirm away, but he only tightens his hold, rolling so you’re pinned beneath him. his fingers wiggle into your sides, making you shriek. he tickles you mercilessly, laughing when you curl into yourself, and when you finally catch your breath, he cups your face in both hands, squishing your cheeks together.
“you think i don’t feel that too?” he murmurs, voice softer. “look at you, how am i supposed to survive this?”
it just turns into the two of you rolling around the bed, alternating between biting, squeezing, tickling, and kissing like you aren’t madly in love and have absolutely no idea how to deal with the way your hearts seem to only know how to beat for each other.
you kind of wished he had never found out about it. not really, but now it certainly seems he likes to use it as leverage against you.
your boyfriend was gentle in all the ways that count. soft touches that made you feel like precious art. sweet words of encouragement that made you feel seen. but sometimes you feel like he might be too gentle with you.
the only times he ever let that soft-handed mask down were when he was fucking you.
and the first time he ever found out about your little infatuation, he seemed to have grown a little more comfortable with roughing it up a little.
“oh god… oh baby. fuck, you feel so good.” on your stomach, face pressed into the sheets, san’s face nudged in the tight space where your neck meets your shoulder. his arms caged either side of your head, resting his forearms next to your ears.
his chest was glued to your back, your spine digging into his stomach. bare and hot and wet, your bodies pressed against each other without an inch of space to speak for. your entire body shivered when he forced himself deeper into you, his curved, thick cock splitting your cunt open.
this position had him so deep, so invasive, so full. his hips rolled against the flesh of your ass, san’s voice dipping low in needy moans when you squeezed around him while he pulled his hips back, listening to the slick sound your pussy made, trying to keep him inside.
“pussy’s so warm today, baby.” he lets his mouth fall open against the shell of your ear, panting and groaning to make your brain melt. “making me feel so fucking crazy, you make me feel crazy, pretty.”
you forced your head out of the pillow when you felt his thrusts slow to a deep grind, pulling a ragged whine from your mouth. you pried your eyes open to watch as his arms moved around your head.
“turn, look at us.” he kisses below your ear, and drags his tongue up the side of your cheek. his right arm reaches and grabs his phone from the corner of the bed, holding it tight in his hand and scrolling and pressing buttons.
you forget he keeps a tall mirror against his bedroom wall, right next to the end of his bed. you can see the top halves of your melded bodies. his big, broad shoulders shadow your littler form under him. his soft, flushed face meeting your eyes in the reflection, his big, meaty arms flexing and twitching around your head every time he moved.
you watch to try and see what he was doing, and he punishes your nosiness with a sharp, deep thrust that makes your calf lock up.
“mind your business, babydoll.” he grumbles, then you feel it. his left arm curls around the front of your throat, tight. the muscles twitch and contract over your neck, just enough to limit your breathing. snug, warm and secure around the front of your throat.
he feels you tighten around his cock, and it makes his skin prickle. “ooh, fuck…” he groans and you feel his voice vibrate against your back. you forced your eyes up and you can see his phone recording your reflection in the mirror. catching the fucked out look on your face, his thick arm wrapped around your throat in an owning headlock.
his mouth spreads into a sly grin when your eyes roll when he pulls back his hips and then sinks his cock back into you so slowly, so smoothly, your legs jerk under him to try and escape the feeling.
“my soft little slut…” san leans down to whisper in your ear, the flash of his camera moving with each thrust. he licks the tears that pool at the corner of your eyes before he drags his head back up to watch you both in the mirror.
“look at you go, baby.” he praises around a heated smile. “drooling all over my arm like some kind of puppy. does that feel good? hm?”
you whimper out an incoherent agreement, and he giggles softly, littering the nape of your neck with soft kisses. he adjusts his hips to drag against that deeper, sweeter spot, that makes you still and lightly sink your teeth into his arm.
he keeps that meaner pace, deep heavy strokes in your guts that you can do nothing but lie under his body and take. his arm around your neck made clouds swim around in your brain. he tightens the hold, and you squeal loudly, barely catching the way he zooms in with his phone to better catch the pretty look on your face.
your cheeks squished by his muscles, your eyes desperate and heavy-lidded. he thought you looked so cute, and who would’ve thought that all he had to do to get you this needy was to put you in a headlock.
san fucks you greedily, the curve of him perfectly hitting that spot that turned your mind off. his voice egged you on, his low moans, and his pretty heavy breaths. groaning ’mhms’ of approval with every thrust into you as if he was grading the feel of your cunt around him. with every stroke, you only seemed to get even wetter, and the proof was the sticky web of your slick that clung to his base.
“mm, i love fucking my baby, slow… and stupid.” he attaches his lips to the pulse point on your neck, sucking and running his tongue over the sensitive spot of skin. “jus wanna fuck you so deep it hurts.”
he’s in your ear, talking to you and only you. all the while his phone catches every moment, every thrust and every moan.
his lower stomach repeatedly brushes against your back, his cock stirring up your insides at the most, torturous and delicate pace. the slow smack of flesh, the sticky hollow sound of your cunt swallowing all of him.
you feel his knees brace against either side of your hips again, adjusting his posture a little. his arm around your throat tightens to your near limit, his head nudges against your neck, his lips whispering against your cheek.
this way he uses your neck as leverage to anchor is body to allow him to fuck his cock into you a little faster, a little rougher.
“yeah, baby, yeah. take all of me. all of me.” san’s voice drops into a breathy purr, pressing his lips directly against your ear, the soft skin tickling you. “givin this pussy a workout hm?”
you groan and kick your feet, and he laughs at you as hand from the arm he’s got your neck trapped in buries itself in your tangled hair and yanks your head to the side so you’re fully facing the mirror, your ear resting below his jaw.
“you like to be lazy. you like to lie here— fuck… lie here and take dick, helpless and limp. let sannie do all the work huh, princess? let this pussy do all the work for you?”
he turns his head and your eyes catch in the mirror. his eyes are lidded, competent and heated. yours are foggy, tear-glazed, spent. he smiles at your expression and growls under his breath when you clench around his dick again.
his fingers scrape against your scalp with every heavy stroke of his hips, his pretty grunts and moans making your belly twist into swirls.
your hands grasp at the sheets, your cries coming out choked and breathy then more san fucked you, and he seemingly forgot that you needed to breathe until you tapped on his bicep to tell him to let up.
he does immediately, loosening the hold on your throat. you gasp and choke, but he doesn’t stop moving his hips, fucking you slow and deep while you regain your breath.
“aww, ‘m sorry babydoll.” he kisses your temple and you could feel him giggle against your skin. his voice lowers to that brain ticking whisper and you feel your air stolen from you again.
“bet you would’ve looked so pretty passed out on my cock.” he finally sets down his phone and takes his now free hand and trails it down your body, running along the side of your waist, his hips never stopping that deep, languid push and pull.
“looking all soft and sleepy.” his hand snakes between your body and the bed and finds your clit with his coarse fingertips. you gasp and squirm under him, your body shaking as a plea for mercy. san only laughs, circling upwards against the sensitive nerves while he splits your pussy open, over and over and over again.
“think i could still make you cum in your sleep princess?” he whispers against your throat and you feel as his arm tightens its hold around your throat once again. you feel the bed start to shake and your cunt start to burn with pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling you long and deep at just the right angle.
“mmhm, soak my cock baby.” he growls under a moan, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and tasting the flushed skin on your throat. “make it smell like you.”
he bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow, his cock pounding into you so full he just might had been close to fucking your cervix.
his fingers on your clit continue to move at that dragging, spherical pattern that helps that pressure build slowly. stroke my stroke, praise by praise. you melt under his body while he uses you as he sees fit. your pussy sucks him in everytime he draws back, your pretty little moans make san’s head spin.
“gonna fuck myself to that video everynight while im on tour.” he promises against your skin, your orgasm dangerously close to sweeping you onto the floor. he rolls his hips with every thrust, forcing his fat tip to press against your gspot.
“eee..every n-night..?” you whimper deliriously, his cock effectively having cut off all cognitive function, a stupid smile spread across your face.
he laughs and kisses your shoulder as he rolls his hips a little harder. “mhm, every night baby. i'll send you some videos so this pussy-” he thrusts hard this time, as if acknowledging her himself. “-doesn't miss me too much. want you to remember how good i make you feel while i'm gone.”
you shake violently when his tip nudges that spot just right, and right at that moment you cum on the spot. your limbs jerk and twitch and once san’s felt you cumming he eases his hips into a faster rut, pounding your pussy through your orgasm, fucking you through it.
“there we go, there we go. let it take you baby, keep cumming, keep cumming for me.” he pinches your clit and teases it with gentle brushes while he mounts you on his mattress.
his arm is covered in your drool, the red indentations of your bite marks inflamed on his skin. san looks back at you in the mirror, and you’re too out of it to notice as he pulls out his phone again and starts to record the reflection.
your eyes are shut and your brows are furrowed in bliss, lips parted in pathetic whines, your cheek resting against his bicep. he keeps his eyes on the mirror as your face twists in overstimulation when he starts to grind his cock deep into you.
his muscles flex, and he can feel the strain in his wrist from continually holding the camera up to capture you two. your shoulder twitches every time he bottoms out into your pussy, and your eyelids flutter every time he presses his palm against your lower stomach. he catches every change in expression, every twitch of your body, every lilt in your moans.
he always misses you so bad when hes away, so he always makes sure he fucks you so unbelievably well that you could probably do without him for at least a few days.
until you’re sore, or your stomach burns, or you physically can’t cum anymore. and he’ll be so methodic, so thorough, so gentle. anything to get you satiated for the first few days in his absence.
he's gotta work you out of his system somehow anyway, or else he'll be a horny, delirious wreck on tour.
tags/genre: spiderman au, superhero au, smut, hate sex, exes to lovers, dom!yunho, use of his spidey senses in bed HAHAAAA
word count: 4.0k words
synopsis: after discovering that your ex-boyfriend was everyone's favorite friendly neighborhood spiderman, you couldn't stand the sight of the masked hero. imagine your surprise when he's standing in your living room after crawling through the window in an attempt to earn your forgiveness.
notes: 18+ content (mdni!), part one is out but feel free to read this as a standalone!! i know part one could have been left that way but i thought this was a fun lil addition tee hee
“today’s top story, yet another heroic endeavor by spiderman in supporting law enforcement efforts to shut down a lethal drug trafficking ring in the northern borough of the city.”
the news reporter’s voice drowns out beneath the bar patrons’ commentary, meshing with the sound of ice in cocktail shakers and glasses shuffled off of the bar counter. you glance up at the tv screen, a clean dishcloth between your fingers as you wipe down the sticky residue of someone’s espresso martini.
“spiderman is just so cool,” one of the girls in front of you swoons, stirring her drink by its thin, black straw. “i wonder what he looks like.”
“he has to be hot,” her friend chimes in after a sip of her own drink. “you can just tell.”
“oh, brother,” you mutter under your breath, tossing the now-soaked dishcloth into the dirty pile while you reassess your ingredients and look back up at the girls with a feigned smile and a renewed kindness in your tone. “how we doing, ladies? can i get you anything else right now?”
“one of those,” they joke, pointing up at the tv screen. you sigh and glance over your shoulder, the news still plastered with videos of spiderman swinging across rooftops and the blur of blue and red in the night sky. a still image is displayed while the reporters continue to discuss spiderman’s great success, the whites of his mask narrowed into slits at the camera.
your heart sinks like a rock to the pit of your stomach. it had been several weeks since you’d discovered yunho’s secret identity as spiderman. the fact that he’d pushed you away so much to the point that you would break up with him and move halfway across the city. a futile effort, considering he’d landed on your rooftop and snuck his way back into your life, regardless.
ever since you’d found out, your nights were sleepless and you were dying to vent to someone. it was a frustrating situation to be put in, torn between needing sound advice on how to handle your breakup with yunho while respecting him wanting to remain hidden behind spiderman’s mask. it was the only thing you could think about when you weren’t working late nights at one of your local bars.
of course, he just had to ruin that, too.
“why wouldn’t you tell me?” you stare back at him, drawn into a newfound fear for his safety.
“why would i?” yunho threads a hand through his hair, more exasperated than you’d ever seen him as he finds comfort in staring out of the window instead of you. “for you to become collateral?”
“so, you made the choice for me?” you ask, equally as frustrated. “treating me like garbage and pushing me away made you feel better?”
“it did,” he answers coldly, his eyes narrowed into slits as he glares back at you. “at least i’d know you were safe, even if you hated me.”
you shake the memory from your mind and return your focus to an order for another round of shots for the guys celebrating one of their birthdays in one of the reserved booths.
it’s well past two in the morning by the time you wrap up your closing shift. despite your poor sleep schedule, you were beyond exhausted from tonight’s crowd and were more than ready to take a nice, hot shower and slip into bed. the bar becomes eerily quiet by the time you leave, greeted by the sound of passing cars and drunken groups of friends stumbling to their apartments for the night. your feet ache with every step towards your own place a few blocks down as you fish for your water bottle in your tote bag.
“yo!” a voice calls out from behind you.
closer this time, “hey, slow down!”
a chill runs across your skin as your fingers curl tightly around the straps of your tote and your pace quickens. the sound of footsteps behind your own become louder with every breath you take, the scent of vodka and cheap cologne becoming more evident as you hear the men chuckle behind you. one of them finally catches up to you and falls into your pace, his steps matching yours as a drunken smile stretches across his face. his friends flank you on either side, equally as intoxicated. you quickly recognize them as the group of guys you were serving at the bar and grimace, your eyes glued forward without a word in response.
“what’s wrong, baby?” one of them says sleazily through a slur. “we just want to say hi.”
“i’m good,” you say, clipped as you try to steady your racing heart with a deep inhale.
“c’mon,” another urges as he circles you to stop you in your tracks. “you don’t wanna have a little fun tonight?”
“i said, i’m g—”
you can barely get the words out when a whoosh echoes through the streets and silky, webbed strands envelop the man to your left to yank him backwards. the rest of the guys freeze around you, their eyes wide and lips parted as he’s thrown into a row of trash cans with a resounding clatter. you turn to the noise, your hand already reaching for your pepper spray when a figure emerges from one of the alleyways.
“she said, she’s good,” a low voice warns beneath a deep red and blue suit. you arch a brow at the sight of spiderman and resist the urge to roll your eyes while the men around you cower in fear and dart down one of the adjacent streets.
a heavy silence settles between the two of you. it’s impossible to see yunho’s eyes beneath his mask, but you’re sure that he was staring back at you. the sound of the men stumbling away grows faint and you don’t say a word, not so much as a ‘thank you’ before turning on your heel and returning to your route home.
you feel your blood boil when footsteps remain in sync behind you and curse under your breath.
“go away,” you snap without turning around. he doesn’t answer and continues at a safe distance behind you as you come closer to your apartment. “seriously, go away.”
“why?” he asks, muscles flexing beneath the woven fabric of his suit. you hear the amusement in his voice and it only irritates you more. “can’t a friendly neighborhood spiderman make sure a young lady gets home safely?”
“i didn’t need your help.”
“well, you got it, anyway.”
you give up on trying to send yunho away and focus on getting home. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, there was a sense of comfort knowing he was with you for the rest of the way, especially at such a late hour. he doesn’t say much otherwise, just follows you until you make it to the main doors that lead into your building. you don’t say anything or look at him as you fish for your keys and head up to your apartment.
you’re barely able to make it into your bathroom and have the hot water running when the sound of your fire escape clanging captures your attention. fear creeps back along your skin, evading any logical answer like rats running along the rusted iron or a landing bird. you peer around the edge of the doorframe into the living room and nearly pass away when a male figure is seated on your couch.
“are you out of your fucking mind?” you ask, storming towards yunho with knitted brows.
“hey, i just wanted to check on you.”
“first of all, this is breaking and entering,” you scold, arms folded across your torso. “i’m sure the city police would be thrilled to hear that their golden boy, spiderman, was acting like a criminal.”
“i don’t think i—”
“and second,” you continue, “i’m fine. checking on me is a privilege you lost a long time ago, yunho.”
only then does he reach for the mask and tug it off, the fabric crumpled between his fingers as he looks up at you. he looks exactly as you left him, with hair falling over his big, brown eyes and that same boyish charm that had drawn you to him in the first place. there’s a cut that sears through the corner of his lips, blooming red as the bruise heals.
“you seriously can’t be upset with me for not wanting you to be in danger,” he argues, an edge in his voice you don’t quite recognize.
“you shut me out until i broke up with you,” you correct him, “not to mention, you never bothered to ask me if i cared about you being spiderman. you just assumed i’d get in the way.”
“i never said you’d—”
“i’m not having this conversation again,” you scoff. you don’t spare a passing glance in his direction as you storm towards your bedroom and slam the door behind you. it creaks open seconds later with yunho following you closely.
“so what, you’re just never going to speak to me again?”
“yes!” you cry out in sheer exasperation. “if you’d have never landed on my roof, if you never left your shit in this apartment, i’d have been fine!”
yunho doesn’t answer.
“you’re the one that wanted me to stay away from you.”
“i did.” you blink in surprise as yunho agrees, eerily calm. “and then i landed here. and then you showed up at my place for the first time in what felt like forever. and—” he swallows. “—i still think you need to keep your distance. but, i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since then. i never have, actually.”
you stare at him for a long, drawn-out moment until a dry laugh slips past your lips. “so, what? your plan was to show up with this confession of yours and act like i’d come running back into your arms?” yunho glares at you, taking a step closer so that you could meet his gaze.
“oh, and you’re acting like i’m the only one that feels this way,” yunho counters, arching a brow. “you can be as angry as you want, i know how you really feel.”
“and how do i feel?” you ask as you dig your fingernails into the heel of your palm with a pointed glare up at him. “enlighten me.”
“you’re not mad at me,” he answers, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “you’re mad at the fact that you still want me.”
“i don’t want you,” you answer. you can already tell he’s picked up on how quickly you defended yourself and bite your tongue.
“you don’t want me?” yunho repeats, his smile growing until his voice lowers. “say it again.”
“i don’t want you.” you struggle to keep your voice as steady as you can with yunho closing the distance between you. the scent of his cologne envelops you, even with his suit still on.
“say it again,” he breathes, almost begging as he ghosts his lips over yours. every bone in your body aches to back away, to shut him down right then and there so that he could feel every ounce of hurt he’d left you with over the last few months.
“i don’t—i don’t want you.” you stumble over your words and your eyes flutter shut against your will, your body melting under his touch when he brushes a thumb against your cheek.
“liar,” he groans before biting down on your lower lip and threading his hand through your hair to yank your head back. a strangled gasp slips out of your mouth when his lips trail down to your neck. he breathes against your skin, the tip of his tongue gliding from your collarbone to the shell of your ear before he mutters in an even more strained voice, “say it again.”
your breath dissolves into a muffled whimper as you purse your lips to silence yourself. yunho backs you towards your bed until you’re laid beneath him. with a knee, he pushes your thighs apart and settles between them with a hum before reclaiming your lips in a hungry kiss. just as you’re about to reach for his shoulders, you hear a familiar whoosh and gasp when your wrists are bound to the headboard in one swift motion. yunho leans back onto his haunches, a smug expression etched across his face as he presses a kiss to the inside of one of his wrists.
“seriously?” you flex your wrists beneath their restraints, the silky rope of the spiderwebs wrapped tightly against your skin.
no matter how hard you yanked against them, you were tethered to the bed. you glare at yunho as he pulls at the hem of your shirt until your torso was exposed. you shudder as he trails his hands along your skin before pulling your legs around him. the length of his cock, already rigid, presses against your clothed entrance and you let out an involuntary moan at the sudden friction. yunho twitches in pleasure and bucks his hips against yours to earn another sound from you.
his muscles flex beneath the suit and your hands are itching to glide over every inch of him. irritation fuels the way you thrash against the webs on your wrists as yunho continues grinding against you, his face buried in your neck to stifle his own moans. desperate to regain control, you press your heel into the small of yunho’s back to pin his weight against you.
quick to sense what you’re doing, he stills and stares at you for a moment. his eyes trail over you, the way your chest heaves in an attempt to steady your breathing while you try to bring your thighs back together. with a huff, he hooks a finger around the waist of your pants until they’re tugged off and you’re left in your panties.
before you can say anything, the sound of him shooting webs to tether your ankles to the sheets in a similar fashion to your wrists has you seeing red. yunho seems pleased by the way you become more and more enraged, his smile still fixated on his face as he rubs your thighs with broad hands.
“what’s wrong?” he asks teasingly. the jest is gone from his voice almost immediately, replaced with something darker. “you don’t want me to make you feel good?”
“i don’t care,” you quip, disappointed by the shakiness in your voice. yunho nods once and shifts away from you so that he has enough room to drag his suit down by its collar. he’s able to shove it onto the floor, left only in his boxers before he moves to settle in the armchair beside your bed. “what are you doing?”
“why does it matter?” yunho asks with a devilish glint in his eyes. he lowers a hand to his waist, then the hem of his boxers before he palms himself through the fabric. his mouth falls open, more dramatic than usual so that you were well aware of what you were subjected to staring at. you watch with hungry eyes as he frees his length and wraps his hand around it firmly, pumping long, languid strokes that have him dropping his head back with a sigh.
“yunho.” you say his name sternly, all too aware of the way your limbs were all restricted. you scold yourself mentally for the way heat rushes to your core at the sight of him touching himself while he looks at you through half-lidded eyes. he was undeniably delicious and you were undeniably desperate to feel his touch again. “yunho.”
“yes, baby?” he asks in a breathy voice. he pumps faster, coaxing another moan from his lips as his hips twitch against his hand.
“stop.”
“why?”
your pride gets the better of you as you swallow, growing more and more irritated by the fact that you couldn’t even press your thighs together to satisfy the heat between your legs. yunho recognizes your hesitation and moves his hand faster with a blissful sigh until you let out a frustrated groan.
“stop,” you repeat, feeling the way that color rushes to your cheeks as you avert his gaze. “i want you to fuck me.”
“what was that?” yunho lowers his hand as he readjusts his boxers back over his length and approaches the bed slowly. “couldn’t hear you.”
“i want you to fuck me,” you mutter again beneath your breath, a bit louder this time. he scoffs and settles back between your legs, lowering just enough to whisper against your ear.
“good girl,” he mumbles, his breath hot. “wasn’t so hard to tell the truth, now, was it?”
you whimper when he slides two fingers into your mouth, gliding your tongue over them so that he could move your panties to the side to finger you. you gasp at the sudden stretch, your back arching off of the sheets as he falls into a steady rhythm against your walls.
“fuck,” you exhale with your head thrown back against the sheets. the fact that you weren’t able to feel yunho, to drag your nails across his skin and feel the way he tensed under your touch had you near spiraling. you tense your legs against the webs wrapped around your ankles, unable to break free and groaning at the realization.
“easy,” yunho chuckles, adding a third finger inside of you to stretch you out even further. he doesn’t pay attention to the whine that escapes you as he continues, “let me make up for lost time.” his free hand reaches to cup your breast, massaging the soft tissue and sending another jolt of pleasure down your spine.
“ngh—right there,” you mewl when you feel the brush of his knuckles with a curl of his fingers, your stomach in knots as he repeats the motion against your most sensitive spot.
“you like that?” yunho picks up his pace, his eyes locked on yours as his hand continues to roam over your torso while the other fingers you relentlessly. you can feel your breathing become shallow, coming in low, staggered gasps as pleasure rushes to your core quickly enough that your vision blurs. “come for me, baby.”
your orgasm crashes over you as a drawn-out moan drags you across your high. yunho continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you settle, your chest heaving with every breath until he removes his hand and brings it back to your mouth. you take in each of his fingers covered in your release and whimper against his knuckles as you taste yourself. yunho arches a brow, clearly turned on by the way you looked at him with his fingers stuffed in your mouth.
“god, i need to fuck you,” yunho growls, tugging off his boxers and positioning himself at your entrance without another word. he brushes his tip against your clit, already sensitive and causing you to jerk your hips towards him. with a deep exhale, he sits back onto his haunches and reaches for each of your ankles, tearing through the webbed binds with superhuman strength so that your legs were once again free to move.
you welcome the unexpected freedom, allowing yunho to angle your legs so that they were pushed back to either side of your head against the sheets. you watch as he drinks in every last drop of you with feral eyes fixated on your entrance, dragging the tip of his cock between your folds until he was slick with your wetness.
“would you just fu—agh!” your protests are cut short when yunho suddenly bottoms out inside of you, his length filling you and stretching against every nerve ending against your walls. you let out a blissful sigh in unison, the feeling of him something you hadn’t realized you were craving for so long.
with a hand pressed to your ankle to deepen his thrusts inside of you, yunho begins to move. his hair is more disheveled than ever, falling over his face as he pants through swollen, parted lips in an attempt to swallow down air. your wrists twitch against the remaining restraints, your own breathing staggered as he fucks you into the mattress.
yunho lowers himself back against your ear, his voice coming out between grunts, “i know you missed this, pretty girl.” he pounds into you harder, the bed creaking against the aged wooden floors. “let me hear it.”
you no longer answer in coherent sentences, caught in a symphony of moans that he mirrors when he presses a forearm against your waist to steady you. his lips meet yours again in a mess of open-mouthed kisses, his tongue entangled with yours as you feel another climax threatening to spill over. yunho senses this, lowering his hand to massage his thumb against your clit in tight circles. he grins against your mouth, drunk off of fucking you as he brings you closer and closer to your high for the second time.
you clench around yunho, sucking him in until you feel every inch of his length dragging along your inner walls while the pressure from his thumb nearly has you seeing stars. instinctively, you try—and fail—to pull your arms free from their restraints as yunho’s pace begins to falter, his hips bucking violently against yours until he cums and fills you to the brim as your own orgasm rocks your body.
yunho pulls out of you as he fights to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded boxers and hurrying into your bathroom for a towel to help clean you off. all the while, he leaves you tied to the bed beneath his spiderwebs and you glare at him from the sheets.
“hello?” you ask, wriggling your arms for emphasis. yunho glances over his shoulder as he sits beside you, feigning ignorance.
“what’s wrong?”
“yunho, i swear to fucking—” you’re cut off when he tears through them in a similar fashion to the way he handled your ankles earlier, finally allowing you to rotate your wrists to regain much-needed circulation.
the room falls into another silence as it was before, heavy and laced with tension. only now, there was an added layer between you that made the situation all the more complex. at the end of the day, yunho was your ex. it didn’t matter that you were still getting over him. it didn’t matter that you’d learned about his secret as the friendly neighborhood spiderman. it didn’t matter that he’d just fucked you senseless. he’d spent months, pushing and pushing until you were left with no choice but to walk away.
“so …” you trail off, avoiding yunho’s gaze entirely as he stares at you. there’s something longing in the way he looks at you, something that you don’t notice as you continue to distract yourself.
“so.”
there was little to be said before a faint beep echoes throughout your bedroom and yunho’s body freezes beside you. quietly, he picks up his suit from beside the armchair and steps back into it without a word until he glances at the attachment on his wrist that flashes with an incoming notification. he looks at you from across the room, the moonlight pouring through the window illuminating his silhouette.
you stare at him, at the way his hands clench and unclench beside him into tight, nervous fists. he holds his mask in one of his hands, ready to tug it back over his head and disappear into the night. he looks toward the window nervously, already plotting how he could make his exit.
“duty calls,” you say, forcing a small, understanding smile onto your face.
tags/genre: spiderman au, superhero au, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, angst, light smut, lots of unresolved tension
word count: 3.5k words
synopsis: you needed a night to yourself on the roof after a painfully long week. little did you expect to find the friendly neighborhood spiderman stumbling over the edge, let alone who he might be, after all ...
notes: 18+ content (mdni!), HAD THE INSPO AND MOTIVATION FOR THIS SO I WANTED IT OUT OF MY BRAIN AND ONTO THE PAGE QUICK QUICK!!! so sorry for the ending (i'm not sorry)
part two can be found here [!!!]
there was something peaceful about staring down into the labyrinth that was the city. the twinkling lights as the sun set behind the skyline, the echo of cars winding through the streets, the civilians hurrying to their homes for the night. being able to observe it from so high up made you feel omniscient, almost.
you knew it was probably a terrible idea being on a rooftop by yourself when crime was escalating to ungodly levels across town. even then, the only thing you craved after a miserable week at work and a growing list of demands from your family was some kind of solitude, no matter how risky. so here you sit, headphones over the crown of your head as you shuffle to find another song with your feet dangling over the edge.
you’re barely ten seconds into the next song when a shadow moves in your peripheral and you freeze, your body running cold. your eyes dart to the sudden presence as the figure tumbles through the scaffolding and abandoned construction materials until the clattering comes to a stop.
you shouldn’t investigate. only someone with a death sentence would try to—
“what the—” before you can stop yourself, you lift yourself onto your feet and peer over the edge of the rubble towards the settling dust. you keep a hand over your pocket, where your keys dangled from your belt loops with a small can of pepper spray attached. your finger taps the nozzle instinctively as you take a step towards the stranger. “uh … are you okay?”
they don’t answer.
you take another tentative step closer, squinting as you try to make out the figure strewn across the concrete. even in the dark shadows, you could faintly make out the silhouette of a man, his hand clutching his waist as his chest heaves in deep, staggered breaths. your heart pounds in your chest as every warning bell in your mind tells you that it was better for you to walk away and pretend you hadn’t seen anything.
curse the good in you that threatened you to stay.
you sigh and switch on the flashlight on your phone, casting light over the man’s body and widening your eyes when you’re met with infamous shades of red and blue. the black stitching that resembled spiderwebs, the emblem embroidered across his torso. the deeper shade of red that bloomed across his abdomen from whatever injured him.
“oh my god,” you gasp under your breath, weaving through the rubble so that you could stoop beside him. the last thing you’d expected to find in your solitude tonight was spiderman, let alone when he was clearly on his last leg. “i—is there something i can do?”
he doesn’t answer, just shakes his head meekly until the wound sends a jolt across his abdomen and he winces. his voice is muffled by the mask, the material twitching as he contorts his face from the pain. you look down at the long, jagged gash that caused a tear through his suit as much as it did his skin. with shaky hands, you shrug your flannel overshirt off and place it over his stomach with deliberate pressure.
“ngh,” he groans, the sound low and desperate as he raises a hand to try to push you away. you swat at him and increase the pressure as blood seeps through your own shirt.
your mind was racing with a thousand questions as you tried to ease the bleeding. what the fuck were you supposed to do in this situation? of all the rooftops, why did it need to be this one?
“i can—ngh—i can handle it,” he rasps, his voice still muffled by the mask. you lift your eyes to meet his hidden behind broad ivory stitching and allow your gaze to flicker back down to his chest heaving with strangled breaths.
“yeah, okay,” you scoff, turning over your shirt to find a less saturated piece of fabric to press against his wound. the bleeding continues and you grit your teeth, knowing someone like him was likely unable to walk into an urgent care. he’d definitely not make it far after the way he landed on your rooftop, let alone with the added injury. “look, you’re clearly in bad shape. can i—”
“i’m fine,” he interjects, pressing a palm to the ground in a poor attempt to sit himself up. he buckles under the pain and groans.
“clearly,” you repeat, your eyes darting to the entrance to the stairwell. “look, no one’s going to be in the stairwell at this hour. just let me help you and you can take it from there.”
“… fine.”
getting down several flights of stairs with a lumbering, injured spiderman was not exactly on your list of plans for the night. with his arm slung over you, it was an arduous attempt to navigate him down to your apartment unit until you finally made it without being spotted. once inside, you triple-check that the door is locked and the curtains are drawn before he becomes paranoid and set him onto your couch.
you abandon him for a moment to fetch your first aid kit and half-expect him to be out of the window by the time you return. somehow, he remained seated on the couch with your shirt still in his grip against his wound.
“i—” you prick at the snagged edges of the suit where his injury was, trying to separate the fabric as much as you could to no avail. it was tighter than you expected, leaving you with another question in your mind as to how he was ever able to breathe in it. “you’re gonna need to get the suit off.”
“no!”
“well, would you rather die?”
“maybe,” he answers, something akin to amusement in his voice as his chest finally falls into a steady rhythm with his breathing.
“oh, brother,” you sigh, fishing through your medical supplies for antiseptic and a roll of gauze. “at least the top half. keep the mask on, i don’t care.”
“… you don’t?”
“you’re bleeding out on my couch and you think my first question is who spiderman is?”
“fair,” he concedes and lifts his hands to the back of his neck. you hear a faint beep and a mechanical hum travels through the suit until he pries it down at the collar. it rolls off more easily than you’d expect, lower and lower until it bunches at his hips. the mask remains on.
you get to work on his wound, ignoring his hisses of protest and the way he twitches under the antiseptic. it takes less time than you’d expect to patch him up and his body finally seems to relax as you run to the kitchen for two painkillers and to put away your first aid kit.
“thank you,” he finally says. it’s the first time you can hear him clearly without him groaning and grunting from the pain and there’s something familiar. something that you swear you’d heard before. “you really didn’t have to do all that.”
“well, i couldn’t have spiderman bleed out on my roof and die,” you shrug, a faint smile on your lips, “then all the paparazzi would swarm the building and i’d never have peace.”
you hear him exhale through his nose, the whites of his mask narrowing as he glances around your apartment. it was humble, the best you could muster for the lesser-travelled part of town. your plants were nestled in a corner by the window, your shelves overflowing with books you hadn’t touched and old photo albums.
“nice place you got here.”
“oh—uh, thank you.” color rushes to your cheeks at the compliment and you avert his—well, not his eyes. “i haven’t been here very long. just trying to make it feel a bit more like home.”
“and sorry about the shirt,” he says, gesturing to your now-destroyed flannel that was crumpled on the ground beside the couch. what once was a light blue and grey was now a deadly shade of scarlet. “i can get you a new one?”
“and how exactly would you deliver it?” you ask through a laugh.
“well,” he hums, leaning his head back onto the couch after managing to pull his suit back up to his collar over his now-dressed wound. “how often do you hang out on that rooftop?”
“pretty often, i suppose. keeps me sane.”
“that pretty little head of yours got something to worry about?”
“you were just at death’s door and now you’re calling me pretty?”
“technically, i called your head pretty.” he dramatically lowers his head down to your feet and back up to your face. “but the rest of you is pretty, too.”
“maybe i should have left you on the roof,” you scoff. you stifle the yawn that threatens to slip out of you, still too intrigued by the fact that spiderman was on your fucking couch.
“maybe.” he makes an attempt to stand up, soft grunts matching his steps with his hand at his side.
“are you able to … what is it, fly? crawl?” you wave your hands around in question. “can you move fine with that injury?”
“i’ll manage,” he answers, trying not to laugh himself. “thanks to your help.”
you watch as he draws your curtains to the side and lifts the window from its latch, already with one foot out on the fire escape. he turns back to you, his body still for just a second too long.
“i promise i’ll repay you! scout’s honor.”
you don’t tell anyone about that night.
honestly, who would even believe you? how would you explain that you were hanging out on your rooftop when spiderman came barreling down from the skies and you had to drag him down the stairs to your apartment so that you could tend to his wounds? even you had a hard time believing yourself and you were there.
you’re fishing through one of your last boxes from your recent move on another night the following week when you freeze at the sight of an old framed photo of you and your ex-boyfriend. his arms were draped over you, the pair of you on vacation with the widest smiles you’d ever seen. hurt pounds against your ribcage and you grimace, setting it aside when you realize that you’d accidentally brought along the box you were planning to throw out. the box was littered with items from your ex; a wilted bouquet you’d pressed into a frame, letters from him, pictures. your eyes widen when you realize you also had several of his old video games that you had never returned.
fuck.
once again, you curse every last moral bone in your body as you throw them into a tote bag and ready yourself to travel across the city to your ex-boyfriend’s apartment.
you move through the upscale building like clockwork. your ex’s apartment building was much nicer than yours, near the financial district. everything was sleek with chrome while your building needed regular fumigating just to keep the rats out of the walls. the doorman lets you in without question and you take the elevator up to the ninth floor.
the door swings open right when you knock and you try to muster a smile at the sight of yunho.
“hey,” you say, your voice higher than usual.
“hey,” he answers, something uneasy in his demeanor that you weren’t used to.
your breakup was amenable, for the most part. towards the end of your nearly three-year long relationship, he’d been acting entirely out of character. calling off on dates, regularly spending nights at work when he’d usually have been at your place for the weekend. his replies to you were cut short and it was almost as if he was deliberately trying to take space from you with poor excuses. it wasn’t until you pulled the trigger on ending your relationship that he finally allowed himself to show any kind of emotion before you walked out of his door.
“uh—” you fumble nervously through your tote bag, gathering the stack of old video games and shoving them into his hands. “you forgot these at my place.”
“you came all the way across town to drop these off?” he asks, trying not to smile at you knowingly.
“well, i know you love them and i would feel terrible if i just—” you stop yourself, finally registering his words. “wait, how’d you know that i moved to the other side of the city? i never told you that i left my old building near here.”
yunho’s face pales and he stammers, backing into the kitchen so that he can settle the games onto the counter before he turns to you with a quick reply. “you didn’t. i ran into wooyoung and he mentioned it. he told me about how he helped you move.”
“oh,” you say, still not fully believing him. “i guess that makes sense.”
“yeah.” yunho shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweats, rocking on his heels as he becomes engrossed in looking at anything other than you. “so, how’ve you been?”
“fine,” you answer, crossing your arms over your torso from the doorway. “just came to drop these off, yunho.”
“right, right,” he says, disappointment in his tone as he stares at you. whatever was reeling in his mind was evident on his face as he stares at you and you try to ignore the way your body was inclined to overstay your welcome. “a-are you sure you don’t want to stay for a bit? i can make you coffee before you head out.”
don’t do it.
“sure,” you answer, ignoring the fact that you knew this was a terrible idea. you shut the door behind you, the familiar scent of pine and sea salt flooding your senses as you make your way to the couch at the center of the living room. yunho’s apartment was exactly as you’d remembered it—blankets piled onto the couch, controllers on his coffee table. there was a half-built pile of legos on the dining table that you were sure you’d gotten him as a gift not long before your breakup.
the brewing coffee maker is the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment as yunho fishes for two mugs from the cabinets. he prepares both drinks diligently, setting them before you as he takes a seat on the couch himself. you reach for the mug with a small smile in thanks before you take a sip and groan internally when you realize he hadn’t forgotten how you liked your coffee.
“i miss you,” he says suddenly and you nearly drop the mug. “seriously.”
you can’t help but roll your eyes at his confession, setting down your drink with a pointed stare in his direction. no matter how remorseful he seemed, you knew deep down how terribly you felt every night you stayed up waiting for him, every time you had to pretend to be okay when he cancelled your plans at the last minute.
“why should i believe that?” you ask, arching a brow. “you didn’t exactly act like it before we broke up.”
“i—i know,” he admits, his face fallen. “but you have to trust me when i say that i couldn’t tell you everything that was going on. i needed to handle it myself.”
“oh, that makes me feel much better,” you laugh dryly at yet another one of his poor excuses. yunho’s big brown eyes narrow at your response. “so what, your grand plan is to tell me you miss me and that we should get back together? for everything to just play out in the exact same way as before?”
“well, no—i—”
“look, i should get going.” you dismiss the pounding in your ribcage as you stand up and ready to leave. “you’re a very sweet guy, but i’m not dealing with that again.”
yunho says your name desperately when he grabs your wrist to stop you from moving towards the door. “i’m not just some guy. we were together for years, you have to know if i said i can’t tell you about something that you could trust me.”
“no, i couldn’t,” you snap back at him, glancing at him over your shoulder. “you don’t know how i felt every time you tried to brush me off, yunho.”
“please,” he says, his voice barely a whisper as he stares up at you with pleading eyes.
“okay, fine.” you turn to him, twisting your hand out of his grip. “give me the truth, then.”
yunho stays silent before he finally says, “i really can’t.”
“fucking whatever,” you say as you fight to ignore the way the tears threaten to spill over from sheer frustration. “i’m out of here.”
“please don’t go,” he begs again. you don’t even notice when he lifts himself from the couch, following you towards the door until he has you caged against it in one swift motion. you grunt under his restraints, disappointed in the way your body reacted under his touch versus the way your mind was screaming at you to shove him away and walk out of the door.
“we can’t,” you say softly, your anger melting away at the sight of how pathetic he looked trying to keep you in his arms for just a minute longer. he hovers over you, his breath shaky as he moves a strand of hair away from your face to cup your jaw. the moment he feels you lean instinctively into his caress, he closes the distance with a needy kiss in a mess of teeth and tongue.
your back arches off of the door as you gasp, yunho’s hands on either side of your face as if you’d run away the second he let go of you. his lips are plush against yours as you thread your hands through his hair in an effort to anchor yourself. he snakes his hand down your neck, your waist until he hoists you up against the door with your legs over his hips.
you tighten your legs to draw him in closer when he suddenly hisses, nearly dropping you onto the ground as you stumble and he backs away from you with a hand pressed to his waist. embarrassment pricks at your skin at the sudden interruption but you dismiss it, your eyes locked on where his hands were gripping his side.
“are you okay?” you ask, but there was a greater part of you that already knew the answer.
“i’m fine,” he answers, his voice cold and clipped again in the way that it was when your breakup was looming.
“are you?” you ask again, storming towards him and tearing his hand away from his torso. you ignore his noises of protest and hike up the hem of his shirt, your blood running cold at the sight of a long, jagged scar that cut through his waist.
“how’d you get this?” you barely register the sound of him coming up with another excuse as your mind replays the events from the night on the roof. the familiarity in his voice, the way spiderman was becoming a popular face in the news right when you and yunho had began drifting apart. even the way he knew you’d come from the other side of the city to see him.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you huff, shaking your head slowly as realization after realization materializes in your mind. yunho stares at you, his lips parted with soft breaths as he tries to soothe the pressure on his wound and the way you were backing away from him. he calls your name again and you lift a hand to silence him. “you’re fucking spiderman?”
“i—”
“don’t even try to lie to me right now, yunho, or i will take a knife and slash that wound back open.”
“yes,” he answers quickly, “yes, i was spiderman when we broke up and when i was on your roof and right now, i’m spiderman.”
“why wouldn’t you tell me?” you stare back at him, drawn into a newfound fear for his safety.
“why would i?” yunho threads a hand through his hair, more exasperated than you’d ever seen him as he finds comfort in staring out of the window instead of you. “for you to become collateral?”
“so, you made the choice for me?” you ask, equally as frustrated. “treating me like garbage and pushing me away made you feel better?”
“it did,” he answers coldly, his eyes narrowed into slits as he glares back at you. “at least i’d know you were safe, even if you hated me.”
you stare at him for a long time, every moment you’d ever spent with yunho flashing through your mind. the way he’d hold you, the way his body felt on yours. the way his skin felt even when you were tending to his wounds without realizing exactly who he was in that moment. you drink in every last bit of him, even the way his eyes glittered even when he was frustrated.
“maybe we should keep it that way, then,” you answer bitterly.
yunho doesn’t try to stop you when you leave this time.
he posted this pic on his story and i dropped my pants in preparation
bsf!seonghwa x f!reader
content: teaching you how to ride, slow and wet, eye contact, choking
wc: 2.3k
thinking about seonghwa...
“never?” he murmurs, nibbling on his inner cheek as he gives you a once-over. not in disbelief, but something else. something dangerous.
you shake your head. “nope.” you shrug and pick up your phone again and start to scroll through your settings apps. “but it’s not a big deal, really, it’s just another thing to cross off the bucket list.”
seonghwa snorts and peeks over to snoop at your phone, to which you angle it away from him with an annoyed scowl. “i think it may be a little more serious than that.”
you type gibberish into the search bar. "why does it have to be serious, hwa? it's just sex."
its seonghwa's turn to scoff this time, and he pinches the skin of your calf, you swat at him with your free hand. but he does it again, and you bite out an irritated "quit it" as he starts to speak again.
"thats a bad mindset to have, y'know that right?" he lowers his voice to that annoying, mothering tone he uses with you when he thinks you're being stupid. "it should never be "just sex."
"okay yeah, but you can't be so picky and choosy all the time. i'm sure ill get with some guy and when he figures it out, he'll work with me or whatever. teach me or something." you speak of it fleetingly, like it was nothing more than a pesky errand.
seonghwa snatches your phone from you and shoves it into the couch cushions, and you sigh loudly.
"some guy?" he questions with a raise of his eyebrow. you move to fish your phone out of the couch, but he reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, encasing it in his slender fingers and rubbing his thumb over your thrumming pulse point.
"why not me?" he speaks lowly, and you snap your eyes up to his. he stares back at you with an intensity that settles low in your gut. his thumb stroked over your inner wrist slowly, and his other hand twitched at his side on the couch.
the air went thick, the quiet of his living room felt encased in a bubble, and the warmth of his skin suddenly burned.
he sees it. your thighs clenching beneath your body, the conflict flashing over your eyes, your free hand digging its nails into the cushion.
when you don't respond, he lets his eyes fall to where his hand held your wrist, watching with illustrated intent as he traces patterns against the fragile skin.
"i could show you, i've always been told i'm a good teacher." seonghwa tickles the skin of your palm with gentle scratches of his nails.
"thats what friends are for, yeah?" he lifts his pretty eyes back up to you, and something else has shadowed over them, and you feel something inside of you crack. you're aware of the way veins in his hands flow prettily under his skin.
the way his collarbones peak through the thin fabric of his shirt. the slick shine on his bottom lip where he licked to wet it. his tongue poked against his inner cheek and his eyebrows raised again to urge an answer out of you.
"c'mon pretty, don't leave me hanging." his voice is softer than usual, a new tone lacing it you've never heard from your best friend, something heated, something needy.
if deciding to have your best friend teach you how to ride dick was a bad idea, then you could mull on it later. because it wasn't long until he was sitting under you on the couch, legs spread nice and wide, his hands pressing into your hips where he held your body above him.
you straddled him, your thighs resting on either side of his, your knees pressed into the rough fabric of the couch cushions. your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the flesh of the blades.
he looks up at you through his lashes, as if you were a gift from god himself, his eyebrows knit together so prettily. "its fun up there, huh?" he smiles, dragging his warm hands up your thighs, holding you like you might melt and slip through his fingers.
you could barely keep yourself together; he was so deep inside of you. your thighs shook around him, his tip nudging against that spot so sweet and so dirty. his fingers kneaded the flesh of your hips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with a quiet moan when he felt your cunt clench around him.
"it helps that you're, ah… so wet…" his voice cracks lightly, his cock twitching inside of you and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.
you shiver and grip his shoulders a little harder, and you begin to lift your hips, but his grip on them tightens, and he pushes you right back down until your ass hits his thighs again, and you groan nice and low as he fills you all the way up again.
"no-no-no-no-no, baby, stop. don't lift." he presses his lips to your collarbone and kisses you there softly, running his tongue over the skin warmly. one hand leaves your hip and runs over your waist before he presses his palm flat against your lower back and pushes until you arch a little.
just enough that he somehow slips deeper into you, and you let out a weak whine when his fat tip presses ever harder against that spot.
"grind." he instructs in a gravelly, soft moan. "rock your hips, back and forth. it'll help me hit that spot for you."
you shake and whimper under your breath, but you obey. you gently move your hips forward, and the feeling is immediate, his cock drags against your soft walls just enough that it feels like pure heaven.
you move your hands and card them through the hair at the back of his head, cradling his skull in your arms as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly against his skin as you rock your hips, nice and slow.
it helps that he's so big, each roll of your lower body has him slipping in and out of you just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to where you can consider him fucking you. his tip dragging against that spot like a constant button, your legs shaking uncontrollaby and your whine brushing past his ear like a song.
your clit lightly brushes against his abs, where his shirt has ridden up over his lower stomach. he keeps his hand on your lower back, keeping you arched all the while his other hand stays glued to your hips, pushing and pulling on your lower body, helping you grind his cock into your body.
"there, how's that feel, baby? good?" he whispers in your ear, kissing just below your earlobe as he helps you rock your body around his cock.
you nod against his neck, gripping his soft, dark hair harder and choking out a moan when he teases you with a heavy lift of his hips. then you feel as he encases your hips with both his hands again, and gently he lifts your body ever so slightly.
you squeeze his head even harder, seonghwa's soft moans shaking in his throat as he lifts and pushes your cunt back down on his cock in slow, deep intervals. "don't stop rocking those hips, keep fucking me like you want. grind, deep, slow…"
he guides you perfectly, each time he lifts your hips himself it makes you clench around him harder. you start to feel a little desperate, and your hips start to move a little faster, rocking with a little more rhythm, but seonghwa didn't like that.
one hand finds the back of your neck and grabs it firmly, pulling your head away from his shoulder and pressing your forehead to his. suddenly all you can see is his eyes, and it overwhelms you to the point of tears. you whine pathetically when he thrusts his cock up into your pussy so sharply that a drop of drool falls from your lips onto his chest.
"easy…" he grumbles against your lips, his breath fanning over your face in low, heavy pants. "slow down pretty, no need to rush." his nails dig into the back of your neck, and you shiver when he starts to grind his own hips up into you, so deep it has your stomach caving.
"if i wanted you pounded into the floor i would've put you on your back, but i'm teaching you sweetness. listen to me." his eyes fall low-lidded as you resume your slow grinding, and his mouth falls open in a pretty moan when you tighten around him, the sound of your slickness loud in your ears.
"it's your dick right now, baby, use it. do what feels good, but don't lose your head." he keeps up the torturous movement of his hips, a choreographed grind that makes his stomach roll prettily.
he doesn't let you look away, forcing you to lock in on his needy gaze while he keeps you filled up with him, nudging every deep spot, every nook and cranny of your pussy. there wasn't a single space inside of you that remained untouched.
"s, t-too, mm-" you tried to talk, try to tell him how good you were feeling but it came out in slurred babbles, and he laughed at you. his warm breath shudders over your parted lip,s and he nudges his head up, melding his soft lips with yours and kissing you deep and nasty.
his tongue fills your mouth with a purr, curling and essentially fucking your mouth with it. "it's a lot i know…" he whispers into your mouth, interrupting the kiss with a low moan when you clench so hard around him it makes his entire body fuzzy.
he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, letting go with a wet pop and pressing your hips down so hard onto his cock you thought if you looked down you'd see his tip poking through the flesh of your stomach.
"wouldn't have felt like this with anyone else, baby." seonghwa nips at the corner of your mouth, dropping his head to run his warm tongue flat up the front of your throat. "feel how wet you are? no other man will be able to make you feel this good."
his eyes lift as he sucks marks of possession into the skin of your neck, and when he sees a tear slipping down your cheek, he growls low in his throat and jerks his cock up into you rough and deep, and you yelp as the bliss shoots through you.
"oh no, don't cry. it makes me wanna be mean to you, makes me wanna fuck you til it feels wrong when i'm not inside you."
now he wraps his hands around your throat, pressing his thumbs against those soft spots that melt your brain, his eyes darting all over your pretty little blissed out face, his lips brushing against your in a ghost of a kiss.
"now lift, drop, and roll. fuck me, bunny. its yours, use this cock until you're satisfied. make yourself cum for me."
you coudln't disobey if you tried, working your body and focusing on that rapidly tightening knot in your stomach as you fuck yourself on seonghwa's dick, every delicious drag inside of you forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
he doesn't bother to chastise you for breaking eye contact; he knows you're too lost in it to control yourself. he squeezes your throat tighter, your moans coming choked and broken. seonghwa helps push you over that edge, groaning and purring prettily for you, lifting his hips to match your desperate movements.
"i feel you baby, pussy feels so good around me. so warm, so tight." he lifts his head to press his lips to the shell of your hot ears, moaning and sighing as you ride him to high heaven. your head feels fuzzy with the lack of air, seonghwa making sure that the only thing you could think about was his dick working you out.
“cum as much as you need,” he coos in your ear his voice low and breathless, sinking his teeth into the soft lobe. “ride me, bunny, ride me.”
you absolutely lose it, slamming your hips down onto his dick and shattering, dribbling drool in rivers as you cum. he squeezed your throat in pulsing intervals, giving you air, then snatching it from you, rolling his hips up into your cunt and dragging every drop of your orgasm out of your body.
"oh god…fuck." he grumbles in his throat, overwhelmed by how pretty you looked on top of him, blissed out over your warm, gummy pussy squeezing him so tight he almost came inside of you. "such a quick learner, baby."
he drags his hands away from your throat, cradling your head, smearing your drool all over your cheeks with his thumbs, your face hazy and drunk while he rocks his hips into you in painfully slow, high off the way you shake and whimper, your slick sticking to his thighs and his lower stomach, a messy proof of his effect on you.
"did so good beautiful, yes you did." he praises, and yet his hips never stop moving. rolling, grinding, upwards strokes that make you feel helpless, regardless of the fact that he was beneath you.
"think you can give me another one? lesson's not over yet." he bites out, grabbing your arms and dragging your body down so your forehead rests over his shoulder. then he grips your hips, lifts your body up, and shimmies his hips down just enough so he can plant his feet flat on the floor, before he starts to fuck.
hard, deep, powerful thrusts up into your overstimulated cunt that has your moans coming out in staccato chokes.
"you did your w-work, now let me use this pussy." he groans through gritted teeth, and you feel your body erupt into flames the more he moves. making you feel every inch of him, each thrust touching your brain. making you feel so good.
synopsis ; you go searching for your boyfriend after realizing that he has forgotten your anniversary. however, the fear and anxiety tell you that he just didn't care. san was determined to prove to you just how much he cares and how sorry he is.
pairing(s) ; bf!san x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 3.5k
☆ ── genre ; angst w/ comfort, smut, fluff
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, mental health issues (anxiety, overthinking, etc...), unprotected sex, shower sex, make-out session, fingering, slight biting/marking, petnames (baby, princess, good girl...), praising, creampie, san just being sweet, lmk if I missed anything!!
☆ ── notes ; PAUSE!!! if you have read this before, that would be because this is a revamped vers of another fic (patched hearts) from my old blog (@/wwooyology); I am the same writer!!!
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The rain had started right before you walked up to their front door, drenching you from head to toe, seeing as you had no way of protecting yourself. The raindrops covered the tear streaks that had stained your cheeks from the tears that had fallen moments ago. Thunder cracked in the back, muffling the sound of your sobs.
You wanted to knock on the door, you knew that they wouldn’t care; they never did. Hell, Yunho would probably give you an earful, but you wished you were here on happier terms. You wished you didn’t have to track down your boyfriend, only to find him at his friend's house. He never responded to any of your texts, and all of your calls would ring until eventually going to voicemail. It was tearing you apart because you didn’t know what you did wrong, why he would forget such an important day, and why he would ignore you on top of it all.
You raised your hand to knock, but there was a hesitation in your movements. You were scared—scared of the rejection, scared of the confrontation, terrified to see San mad at you. There was a little voice in your head that was telling you to just forget about it, that you were sure he just hadn’t seen the date, telling you to forgive him and keep from arguing because arguments normally led to yelling, and you hated yelling.
Just as you were about to turn and walk away from the house, the door swung open. Mingi was taken aback to see you standing there, eyes wide as you looked up at him. He was just as shocked as you were, if not more, because why hadn’t you knocked yet? And why were you just standing in the rain?
“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” He finally spoke, causing you to jump at the tone of his voice. Was he mad? Did you really do something to cause San to come running to his friends? You tried to rack your brain for anything that could have happened, but the more you dug, the more it started to hurt your head.
Before you could dwell any further, you felt your body being pulled before you could even register it. You were standing at the entrance of Mingi and Yunho’s house. Your body shivered at the sudden temperature change, a sneeze threatening to break through.
“Stay here. I’m going to get a towel.” Mingi's voice was softer this time, causing your brows to scrunch together.
Mingi could clearly see that something was wrong. You were never this quiet—never so out of it as you were. He was shocked to see you standing on the porch, drenched in water as if you had been standing there for a while. San had said that you were going to stay home because you had a test you wanted to study for, so why were you here now?
The questions continued to eat at his brain as he walked down the hall, stopping at the entrance of the game room, where they were all huddled.
“San, your girl is here,” he said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. The silver-haired male looked at Mingi, confused. You hadn’t told him you were coming; in fact, he hadn’t heard from you all day. That’s what he thought, at least until he reached for his phone, only to realize that it wasn’t on him.
“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath as he stood from his seat, meeting Mingi at the door as he was walking back with a towel, which only further confused the male. Mingi rolled his eyes before shoving the towel into San’s chest, annoyance pooling in his eyes.
“She’s drenched, and I'm pretty sure she’s been standing out in the rain.” Mingi’s words sent a wave of panic through San’s body. Why the hell would you just stand in the rain? Or even forget your umbrella?
Grabbing the towel, he walked past Mingi towards the front door. As soon as he laid his eyes on you, he knew something was wrong. However, he pushed that to the side as he wrapped the towel around your body, pulling you close.
“Why the hell were you just standing out there?” Your heart skipped as his voice engulfed you, and your eyes trailed up to meet his.
San could tell that you had been crying; your eyes were bloodshot, making the color of your irises stand out. Concern and worry etched themselves into his skin, and his hand came up to cup your face in his palms.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was softer this time, causing more tears to well up in your eyes, and your bottom lip started to tremble once more.
San could feel his heart breaking. He hated seeing you like this, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better. He needed to know the source first, though; needed to know who had hurt his precious baby.
“You’ve been ignoring me.” The way your voice came out so broken and hoarse was enough to shatter San’s heart completely.
“No, no, baby, I left my phone in the car by accident. I wasn’t ignoring you, I swear.” His reassurance mended your heart a little bit.
Key word: a little bit
That still left the underlying issue that he had forgotten about your anniversary. You didn’t wanna speak it into existence in case it started an argument. That was the last thing you wanted right now. San could tell that there was more than what you were letting on; leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, noticing how cold your body was. “Fuck baby, you’re freezing. Come on, I’m sure Yunho or Mingi has some-”
“It’s our anniversary, San.” The words tumbled from your lips before you could even stop them. Your hand immediately came up to cover your mouth, and your wide doe eyes looked up at him. Confusion pooled in his eyes; he was sure that it was next week.
“It’s not until next week, though, beautiful.” He sounded so sure of himself that his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
Your breath hitched in your throat, words failing to be spoken, but your eyes did all the talking for you. San cursed under his breath before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead once more, then making a beeline for the game room. Not even a few seconds later, he was making his way back to you, his jacket in his hand.
You stood still as he pulled the towel off your body before draping his oversized jacket over your shoulder. His scent instantly fills your senses and brings you some kind of comfort. You weren’t angry—you weren’t even angry to begin with. No, you were scared. Scared that he knew but just didn’t care. Scared that he had finally grown tired of you. Scared that—
Your thoughts were cut short when San cupped your face, bringing his lips to yours. It was soft, almost a ghost of a kiss, but enough to fill your frigid body with warmth.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Nothing that your brain is telling you is true, baby.” His voice was low enough for only you to hear, and tears brimmed in your eyes once more, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
San knew how easy it was for you to get into your head and start overthinking things. He knew that if he let you continue, you would only start to pick yourself apart, and he’d be damned if he was going to let that happen because of his mistakes.
“Mingi, I’m taking your umbrella.” He called down the hall, not even giving the younger boy a chance to protest, as he opened the door and ushered you out.
—
The whole car ride back home was filled with the soft sounds of the radio station playing and the rain that was still pouring outside. San would whisper sweet words to you every so often when he noticed that your mind was drifting, his hand squeezing your thigh comfortingly.
Even if his words flowed into your ears effortlessly, they didn’t quite stick; the fear was etched too deeply into your soul. A part of you was telling you that he wasn’t mad at all and you were just overthinking everything, but a bigger—much bigger part of you—was telling you that he was just waiting for the moment that you two were finally behind locked doors for him to blow up at you. Expecting him to scream and yell about how you interrupted his time with his friends just for some stupid anniversary that he had missed.
“Baby?” San’s eyes flickered over to your figure, taking in the tear streaks that had been left behind on your cheeks from crying. The guilt of it being his fault was eating at him, and he wanted nothing more than to make it up to you.
Your gaze broke from the rain-clad trees outside, and you looked over to meet your boyfriend's eyes. Just then, you realized that you were no longer moving; you had made it home. San squeezed your thigh one last time before leaning over to unbuckle your seatbelt.
All of the blood ran cold in your body. This wasn’t anything new; San had done this a million times before. So why did it feel so different this time? Why did it feel like he was telling you to get out? That small voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to run before he got mad and started yelling. With a shaky hand, you start reaching for the door handle, but San’s fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you.
“What are you doing?” San asked with a tinge of hurt in his tone, causing you to look over at him with wide eyes, lips parted slightly. “You just sit here, and I’ll get the door—” He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, making your eyes flutter, “It's my job after all, princess.”
You nodded softly before sitting back in the seat. San smiled widely before scurrying out of the car after grabbing the umbrella. Your body jolted slightly when his door shut a bit harsher than intended due to the harsh winds. Your eyes followed your boyfriend's figure as he walked around the car before he came to your door.
San opened the door swiftly before standing in front of it so it wouldn’t close on you. You swung your legs out of the car, standing on shaky legs. The wind was cold, probably due to your still-soaked clothes, but your boyfriend’s taller figure blocked quite a bit of the precipitation and chilly winds.
“Hold this,” San whispered softly, your ears barely picking it up over the wind, but you did as told. Grabbing the umbrella from his warm hand, confused. However, before you could question him, he bent down, sweeping your body up into his arms. A small sound of surprise fell from your lips, your free hand clutching onto his shirt as your heart beat loudly in your ears. San chuckled softly before kicking the car door closed. “Let's get you inside and warm up, baby.”
Heat rushed up your neck, dusting your cheeks a light shade of red. You just buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying to ignore the way his chest vibrated from his laughter.
Getting into the house, San had you close the umbrella before tossing it off to the side somewhere. He was unbothered at the moment by whether it was put away properly. No, he had one thing on his mind right now.
And that was you.
Making his way into your shared bedroom, you were ready to be sat back down on your feet. However, when your body shifted even a little, San’s grip got tighter, not allowing you to go anywhere. Your heart lurched into your throat when you looked up to study his face. Even though his body seemed relaxed, his jaw was tight, and there was a gleam in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.
Walking into the bathroom, San flipped the light switch on before walking over to the counter. Setting your body down, he was quick to slot himself between your legs, hands on either side of your hips, caging you in. Your breath hitched in your throat when you met his eyes, seeing the multitude of emotions that swirled in his chocolate orbs.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” His voice cracked, and your hands flew up, taking his face in your palms. “I should have paid more attention to the date…”
“San…” Your heart broke, and that little voice in the back of your head diminished the longer you watched as tears filled your boyfriend’s eyes. “You don’t have to apologize; it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay thought,” His eyes bore into yours, your thumb swiped away the few tears that had fallen from his eyes, “I fucked up and missed such an important day. Hell, I made you cry, made you think I didn’t care…” He continued to ramble on until you pulled him closer, sealing your lips over his, silencing his words.
San didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, pressing his lips firmly against yours. The kiss was passionate and wet as his tongue swept across your teeth. His hands gripped your hip, pulling your body flush against his. You were the first to pull away, watching with hooded eyes as he chased after your lips. He was quick to capture your lips once more, stealing the air from your lungs as he sucked on your bottom lip after biting it softly.
After a few moments, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, eyes locked on yours. Your hands slipped around his neck while he snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving no space between your bodies. You shifted your hips, trying to relieve some of the built-up pressure, only to feel his growing bulge brush against your core.
A hiss fell from San’s lips as he let his head drop to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. “Let me make it up to your princess. Let me show you how sorry I am.”
It was like the fog had finally lifted from your brain; the little voices screaming at you died with every kiss that San laid on your skin. Any thought telling you San didn’t want you dissipated as his teeth grazed over your jugular. The chill that was slowly overtaking your body was being replaced with an indescribable warmth as his hands trailed along the length of your body.
The nod of your head followed by the breathy ‘please’ was all San needed before stripping you of your soaked clothes. A shiver ran through your body as your bare skin hit the air around you. San, however, didn’t leave you cold for too long before he was back on your skin. His warm mouth kissed down your neck to your collarbone before finding your breast.
“San—” You gasped as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples while his fingers squeezed and flicked the other. Your back arched against him, head falling back slightly. He let go of your perk bud with an audible ‘pop,’ causing you to let out a breathy sigh before kissing back up your neck, stopping just below your ear.
“Be a good girl and sit here and look pretty while I turn on the shower.” He instructed before moving away from your body. A whine fell from your lips at the loss of contact, but you did as told regardless.
Your eyes never left his body as he stepped back, tearing his shirt off his body and walking to the shower. San turned the tap on until it was warm enough for the two of you. You watched the muscles in his back flex as he messed with the knobs, thighs clenching together.
Warmth spread throughout your body when his eyes landed back on you. Walking back over, he found his spot between your thighs once more, hands massaging the plush flesh of your thighs.
“Come on, let’s warm you up.” He smiled softly before pulling you off the counter, keeping your body steady as you shimmied out of the rest of your clothes. Your hands then went to San’s belt, undoing the buckle, causing him to chuckle.
It didn’t take too long before San had you pressed against the cool tile of the shower, his lips against yours as his fingers worked in and out of your drenched cunt. The whimpers that fell from your lips were like music to his ears; the burn your nails left on his shoulders felt good—too good.
“Sannie— fuck, please.” You cried out as his thumb pressed against your clit, coaxing your orgasm even closer. San leaned against you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before letting his fingers slip from your tight hole.
“Lift your leg for me, baby.” He mumbled against your skin.
Lifting your leg, you let him slip his arm underneath before lifting the other until he was holding you up between his body and the shower wall. A moan slipped past your parted lips when you felt his tip brush between your folds.
San sealed your lips with his as he pushed into your tight walls, a groan tearing through his throat as you practically sucked him in. Your head fell back when he bottomed out, allowing him to press wet kisses on your neck, adding to the marks that were already forming from earlier.
Once the initial pain from the stretch faded, all of your nerves were set aflame, wanting nothing more than to have him deep inside you. Leaning forward to capture his lips with yours once more, letting him swallow all of your gasp when you rolled your hips against his.
“San, move, please.” You whined, kissing the corner of his mouth, rolling your hips once more.
San groaned before pressing your body further against the wall and thrusting up into you; his pace was slow but deep, making your eyes roll back.
San watched as he easily made your mind drift off somewhere other than where it had been. Your eyes squeeze shut every time he brushes over your sweet spot. Your mouth opens as gasps and moans fall from your lips. The way your walls would flutter around him every time his tip kissed your cervix had him clenching his jaw.
There were hardly any words spoken, but the actions were more than enough to convey the feelings and emotions between the two of you. His slow thrusts are different from his normal harsh and fast pace. Your grip on him is tight enough to leave bruises, scared that he’d slip between your fingers.
Both of your orgasms crept up quickly. Your body shook with pleasure not only from San being in you but also from the water stream coming down between your bodies, hitting your clit perfectly. Groans fell from San’s lip only to be muffled by yours as your walls squeezed around him.
“I’m close, San…” You told him breathlessly, nails digging into his biceps. His hips snapped into yours, and a small moan fell from his lips.
“Me too, baby,” He pressed further into you until a choked moan tore through your lips, face falling into the crook of his neck.
San continued to piston his hips into your cervix until your body was trembling in his hands as you came undone around him. Your orgasm set off his. He panted against your hair as he fucked his cum into you until you begged him to stop because of the sensitivity.
After you both came down from your highs, San held you close, still buried balls deep in your pussy, whispering sweet words in your ear.
“How about we wash up and watch a movie?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Can we get ice cream?” you mumbled against his skin, causing him to chuckle softly, but he nodded nonetheless.
“It might be a little late to get some delivered, but I think there’s some in the freezer.” He smiled widely when you pulled back to face him with a small smile of your own. Pulling you close, he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your jaw, “God, I love you so fucking much.”
You ran your fingers through his damp locks, a sweet smile overtaking your features, “I love you too, San.”
After cleaning up in the cold water—you two didn't even realize you had been at it long enough to make the water turn cold. You curled up in your cozy bed with a bowl of ice cream, watching movies, not caring how late it had gotten.
San looked over at you fondly as you started to drift off against his arm, swearing that he would never forget another anniversary or even a birthday. Anything to keep that look of hurt off your face, wanting nothing more than to see your bright smile every day.
synopsis ; it was friday meaning you could party without a care in the world, but you hadn't expected for your night of fun to end abruptly when the lurking shadows come to snatch you up in the middle of the night.
pairing(s) ; stalker!seonghwa x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 4.3k
☆ ── genre ; DARK THEMES!!!, smut w/ lil plot
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, alcohol consumption, reader smokes a cigarette, CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT (CNC) (it's not really shown until the end but trust), implications & depictions of stalking, kidnapping, drugging, bondage, biting/marking, fingering, teasing, choking, slight breath play, manhandling, clit play, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight power play, unprotected sex, dom!seonghwa x sub!reader, petnames (bunny, dove, love, sweetheart, sweet thing, baby...), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, rough sex, hwa is kinda sorta mean, dumbification, squirting, breeding, small mention of pregnancy, creampie, cum eating, implications of multiple rounds, a lil bit of sweetness at the end, lmk if I missed anything!!
☆ ── notes ; man this was another fun write 😋 now my posting might slow down some seeing as I plan on working on some bigger projects ^^ lastly, this was based off this request here!! 🖤
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Friday nights were always your favorites. They were short days at work, meaning you were able to get home at a reasonable time, and you weren't extremely tired. It gave you the perfect opportunity to go out and hang out with friends.
Which was exactly what you were going to be doing tonight. You got dressed up real cute, makeup done, and a giddy feeling in your chest. Today was going as well as it possibly could.
"Oh my god, did you see that guy's face?" Your friend, Sana, burst out laughing as the four of you clambered out of the ride-share vehicle.
"You said that so loud. He probably thinks we're insane." You said between laughs as Chloe guided the group towards the club. The ground beneath your feet was vibrating with the loud bass that could be heard from inside the building.
"Poor dude, but girls..." Danni turned with a flourish, her purple maxi dress following her movements, "Let's party."
And party you did, with drinks in hand and not a care in the world for who was watching. The loud music reverberated all throughout your body, your ears already beginning to ring, but you were having too much fun to care about your hearing right now.
"Hey, Sana." You nearly screamed trying to get your pink-haired best friend's attention. By some miracle, she heard you and turned her head, "I'mma step out to smoke, I'll be right back."
"Okay!" She yelled over the music, followed by a 'be careful' that was barely heard as you began to walk away.
A blast of cold air rushed over you as soon as you opened the door, chilling your sweaty skin. You started to wish that you brought a cardigan or something as the door swung shut behind you. But you couldn't dwell on it for too long when a group of people walked up to the door.
Offering them a quick apology, you stepped away and down the sidewalk towards the alleyway you had seen when you first got there. Shoving your hand into your purse, you pull out your half-empty carton of cigarettes and a lighter.
You place one of the nicotine sticks between your lips as you come to a stop at a door halfway down the alley. After lighting the cigarette, you shove both the lighter and carton back into your purse, not caring if the box got smashed.
Inhaling deeply, you could feel the smoke invading your lungs, your eyes fluttering for a moment as you let it linger. Just as you began exhaling, you heard what sounded like metal banging softly further down the alleyway. Dropping your hand to your side, you tried to look, but found nothing.
After waiting for a few moments, you brought your cigarette back up to your lips, chalking it up to the wind. You continued to smoke your cigarette as you looked up at the light-polluted sky, mentally grumbling about not being able to see the stars.
Then you heard that clinking again, but louder this time. The noise started you so much that you nearly jumped out of your skin. However, the sound persisted this time, and your heart started racing; goosebumps spread across your skin. Your eyebrows scrunched together, breathing started to grow rapid as you tossed your dying cigarette to the ground.
"Hello?" You called out, your voice carrying with the wind, and you started to feel extremely uneasy. Something was starting to feel wrong, but you were sure that there wasn't another entrance to this alleyway. Swallowing thickly, you step on the still-lit cigarette butt, smashing it into the ground and adding to the already growing pile on the ground.
Against your better judgment, you turned, taking a step towards the sound. The sound of your floorboards creaking caught your attention, and you turned your head toward the noise. Without a second thought, you started slowly walking down the alleyway. It was almost like the fear had made you lose all your common sense, doing things you swore you’d never do while watching horror movies.
Swallowing thickly you near the sound, however, as soon as you peeked around the corner, the noises stopped. You nipped at your bottom lip as you pulled your phone out, turning on the flashlight. A sharp gasp tore through your lips when one of the trashcan lids clambered to the ground, the sound echoing off the walls. A couple of stray cats scattered past you, and you could feel your shoulders relax after finding the culprits.
"Just some cats, y/n, calm down." You sigh, patting your chest right over your heart, hoping to calm the erratic organ. Exhaling shakily, you turn the flashlight off, "should probably get back inside to the girls."
Shoving your phone back into your purse, you turn to make your way back to the club; however, before you could even take two steps, you felt something behind you. A hand slapped a cloth over your mouth, muffling your scream, while another arm wrapped around your waist, anchoring your body to the perpetrators.
Your body thrashed in their hold, arms flailing and legs kicking, but the alcohol in your system made you weak, and whatever was put on the cloth was making you drowsy. As the drug coursed through your veins, you could feel your limbs growing weaker, and your mind began to shut down. Then just before your body was pulled into an inky darkness, you heard a voice right next to your ear, their warm breath fanning your cold skin.
"Shouldn't be so curious little bunny."
—
A shrill ringing woke you, eyes fluttering open with a groan. You tried to bring your hand up to your head, but dread washed over you as you came to a horrifying realization that your hands were tied. Memories of what had happened flashed behind your eyes, and your heart began racing, almost loud enough to make you believe that was the ringing you were hearing. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to break free from your restraints, screams for help muffled by a piece of tape that was placed over your lips.
You tried to look around, to figure out where you were, because all you could tell was that you were in some kind of bedroom. The dark silhouette of a bed against the farthest wall was about the only thing you could see.
Then the door opened.
Your eyes instinctively flinched at the sudden harsh lighting of the hallway, your body was sent into fight or flight mode, arms thrashing around in your restraints to no avail. Tears seeped from the corner of your eyes, smudging your already wrecked makeup, and your limbs felt as if they were going numb. Muffled cries fell from your lips as the shadow of your kidnapper was cast over you.
"Well, hello, dove," His voice sent a shiver down your spine, eyes flickering over just in time to watch as the long-haired male crouched down in front of you. "We finally meet."
When he began reaching out towards you, you scooted back, trying to keep as much distance between you and the unknown man before you. However, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach when your back met with the hard surface of whatever was behind you. A small, muffled whimper fell from your lips as he grabbed your chin, roughly tugging your attention back to him.
"There's no need to be scared, love, I'm not going to hurt you." The man cooed, thumb brushing over your covered lips as you cried, wondering what you did to end up in this situation. Then he was ripping the tape away from your lips, causing you to cry out in pain, skin burning and tingling where the tape had just been sitting.
"W-Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" A flurry of questions fell from your lips as soon as you were able to find your voice, tears dripping from your chin onto your near-bare thighs.
"I'm many things, your lover, your secret admirer, your soulmate." The man stated as if it were a fact, a creepy, sinister smile spreading on his lips. A violent chill ran down your spine as he leaned closer to you, "You're even more beautiful up close, my cameras simply can't compare."
The implications of his words had bile creeping up the lining of your throat, stomach churning violently. Has he been watching you? Taking pictures of you? How long has this been going on, and how have you not noticed? More and more questions filled your mind as you looked at him.
His long pink hair fell before his dark, siren-like eyes, and he combs his fingers through it as he moves back just a hair. A smirk tugged on his lips as he thought back to all of the beautiful photos that he had hung up in just the other room. Each of them brings out the most beautiful parts of you, but as he had said, those photos did no justice in showcasing your actual beauty.
"This has been a long time coming, my little bunny. I have waited and waited for the right moment, and I'm a very patient man y/n, but I can only wait so long before I go crazy." He began rambling, letting his arms rest on his thighs as he looked at you, "This is the least of what I deserve for you making me wait so damn long."
A violent shiver courses through your body as you come to the dreadful conclusion that the man before you was absolutely serious. That he fully believed every word he was saying, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. His dark eyes bore into yours, as if he were trying to make you believe him, too.
"N-No, please." You choked out the words when he moved closer to you, his knees shoving themselves between your thighs as one hand went to your head, tangling in your hair. A sharp cry falls from your lips as he yanks your head to the side, the pain causing your scalp to start tingling.
Then he was shoving his face into your neck, the sharp point of his nose pressing against your jugular, "you smell so damn sweet, bunny, I could just eat you whole."
Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt his lips brush your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Fear dug its claws further into your aching spine, the small voice in the back of your mind mocking you for being so careless. Telling you that this was all the demise of your own making, and you shook your head the best you could, refusing to believe them.
A loud gasp slipped from your lips when he released your hair to grab your hips, hauling your body over his shoulder. You began to thrash around in his hold, legs kicking out in hopes of breaking free, but as his grip on the back of your thigh tightened, you knew deep down that you wouldn't be able to.
Your body landed on the soft comforter with a huff. The scent of vanilla and lavender invaded your senses. The smell was so sickly sweet that it left you breathless, mind going hazy for a moment before the pink-haired male was slotting himself between your parted thighs. A whimper fell from your lips as he leaned in closer. You tried to wiggle away, but with your arms still trapped behind your back, it made it extremely difficult.
At this angle, you could see the man's face better, the lighting from the hallway illuminating his features perfectly. That's when you felt your heart seize in your chest. You recognized the man before you, for granted you've never talked to him, but you had seen him multiple times around the floors of your workplace.
Park Seonghwa, your department head's son.
Upon seeing the realization on your face, Seonghwa's lips curled into a cocky smirk, his fingers smoothing down your sides. "Now you remember, hmm?"
"I-I'm sorry." You cried out, some tears blurring your vision while others spilled down the corner of your eyes. You weren't even sure why you were apologizing; you hadn't done anything wrong. Yet as the male above you pressed his body closer to yours, you started to believe that that wasn't the case.
"It's too late for apologies, sweetheart, now…" Seonghwa cooed as he moved just a hair away from your face, "You've gotta prove how sorry you are. Let me claim what's been rightfully mine since the beginning."
Then his lips were on yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cute little squeak and stealing all of the air from your lungs. The kiss was anything but gentle; it was possessive, rough, and mean. It was as if he were trying to consume you as a whole, and you tried to back away—to fight, but he completely overpowered you.
Soft cries fell from your lips when his lips moved from yours down your tear-soaked jaw to your neck. He nipped at your sensitive skin, leaving behind blooming red marks in his wake before he let his tongue jut out, lapping at his previous assault.
"You aren't gonna be able to run from me this time, bunny." He spoke softly against your skin before his hand was moving up to encase your pretty throat in his palm. Your wide, doe eyes stared at him in unfiltered terror; your life was very well in the palm of his hands, and Seonghwa knew that. He proved that by adding more pressure to your neck, your vision starts to swim as your oxygen is depleted. Black spots began to cloud the edges of your vision, your hands fighting desperately to break free.
Choked sobs fell from your lips when he let up on the pressure, allowing you to breath some what properly once more. You let your eyes flutter close as your body began to tremble in Seonghwa's hold. You were ready to accept your fate at this point; there was no way you'd be able to break free, and defeat seeped into your bones.
"There you go, sweet thing, stop fighting it and let me make you feel good." Seonghwa cooed above you, his hand slipped under your dress, bunching the fabric over your hips before sliding under the waistband of your underwear, fingers parting your folds and instantly finding your throbbing clit. You tried to speak, scream, something—anything, but the only sound that left your lips was a pathetic whimper.
Then his lips were on yours once more, stealing the air right out of your lungs and swallowing your mewls and pleas for him to stop as he slid two fingers into your tight walls with ease.
“S-Seonghwa. No, p-please.” You choked out against Seonghwa's lips as he started to fuck his fingers into you, his thumb still pressing against your clit in tight circles.
"You keep telling me no, sweetheart, but your pretty little cunt keeps clenching around my fingers." Seonghwa mocked you, pressing a searing kiss to the corner of your lips as you continued to sob, eyes squeezing shut.
Seeing the distressed look on your face, he gave you a small faux sad smile, his hand loosening around your throat until it was merely just weight there, his thumb brushing over your jugular. "I know this is scary, bunny. I know you don't want it." He spoke softly as you watched him with bated breath, then the pout formed into a sneer and his grip tightened, making you yelp, "You don't have to want it, you just have to take it."
Choked sobs tore through your constricted throat as you finally, finally gave up on fighting him. There was no point; you weren't going to win this fight. So when your body began to go lax under his Seonghwa's curled into a sinister, triumphant smile. Then his fingers sped up, eyes studying your features as your head fell back, face twisting in pleasure that you so desperately wished you didn't feel.
When he moved his hand, you felt him brush over that spongy spot deep in your walls, and shocks of pleasure rippling all throughout your body. You choked out a moan, hips jerking against him. He chuckled, lips finding yours once more in a bruising kiss.
You could barely keep up with his pace, white spots clouding your vision due to the lack of oxygen. Spit spilled past your joined lips, trickling down your cheeks and jaw. Seonghwa swallowed each and every sound you made as he pulled your body closer and closer to an orgasm.
Hatred started to fill your veins as you felt that knot in your gut start to tighten, not just towards him but also yourself for feeling so good given the circumstances. Seonghwa smirked against you, his grip tightening on your throat when your body started to shake uncontrollably. He could tell you were close, the way your walls were fluttering around his fingers and your broken moans all giving you away.
“Cum for me.” He demanded, thumb pressing firmly against your twitching clit, "Let me see how pretty you are when you're coming undone."
That was all that was needed for that coil deep in your gut to snap. You came with a strangled cry, body shaking underneath him as he continued to work his fingers into you. His pace never slowing, dragging your orgasm on, watching sadistically as you tried to beg him to stop, but your words came out incoherent.
Your brain started to fog over as silent screams fell from your muffled lips. Your muscles tensed, your shoulders beginning to cramp from the awkward angle that he was holding you in, your fingers going numb. As much as you didn’t want to, your body started to melt into Seonghwa's hold, allowing itself to become overtaken by pleasure, but you continued to try to break free.
"Seonghwa!" You screamed as he pulled another unexpected orgasm from your trembling body, vision turning white from the intensity, and back arching off the mattress.
"Oh god, you sound so much sweeter screaming my name than I thought, my dove." The corners of Seonghwa's lips twitched as he watched you fall apart underneath him with a psychotic gleam in his eyes.
"P-Please." You begged with a hiccup, tears cascading down your cheeks and blurring your vision as you looked at him. Seonghwa, however, didn't care; he was finally able to get a taste of your sweet cunt, and he was about to pull every last drop of your essence that he could.
“Gimme another one, bunny,” Seonghwa commanded, his eyes burning into your body, and your jaw fell slack as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt.
Then finally, he pulled his fingers from your abused walls, giving you a chance to breathe. Opening your eyes, you felt your gut twist once more as you watched him stick his fingers in his mouth. His eyes held yours as he made a show of licking every last drop of your juices off his digits.
“You taste so fucking good.” He growled, leaning over you until he was merely inches away from your face, his breath fanning your wet face. You started to open your mouth to beg him to let you go, but were cut off when his grip on your throat tightened before sealing his lips over yours.
"Seong— mmphh!" You started to speak as you felt something prodding at your entrance, but were brutally cut off when his grip tightened, nearly cutting off your oxygen entirely. Your nails dug into the palm of your hands, and you were sure that you had broken skin, misty eyes staring at him, pleading—for what you weren't even sure anymore.
A strangled cry tore through your lips when he started to push into your tight walls. His movements weren't slow nor were they rushed, but he didn't stop, no matter how much your muffled cries bounced off the walls. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back in.
“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The same word fell from your parted lip like a mantra as Seonghwa's hips slammed against yours repeatedly in a ruthless manner.
“Do you still want me to stop, sweetheart?” Seonghwa hummed, leaning over your body, pushing himself deeper into your walls. You shook your head violently, splattering tears all over the comforts under your head, and Seonghwa chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.”
His pace was brutal and relentless, his hips slamming into you repeatedly. The loud sound of wet skin slapping and a mixture of your choked moans and his groans filled the room.
“S-Seonghwa!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your high crash over you, body convulsing underneath his.
He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down, easily throwing your body into a state of overstimulation, tears cascaded down your face, and broken moans left your lips. Your hips jerked when he moved his hand from your neck down to your pussy, fingers finding your clit.
"N-No— 's too much, please!" You squeaked out, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head when the smooth head of his cock brushed over your sweet spot, sending shockwaves of euphoria throughout your body.
"No, it's not. Now be a good girl and take it." Seonghwa groaned, using his fingers to toy with your puffy clit, and you felt that coil in your gut tighten quickly, way too quickly. "You're mine now, dove, all mine."
You didn’t even have a chance to warn him before your body started to seize, your release gushing out of you in waves, drenching Seonghwa's cock and the sheets underneath you. Seonghwa groaned, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as he worked more of your sweet release out despite your pleas for him to stop.
"So fucking beautiful," He groaned deeply, lips pulling into that same sinister smirk, and you wished the ground would swallow you whole, but you didn’t have much to think about it before he pulled away from your twitching clit and threw one of your legs over his shoulder.
"Seon—" You choked on his name as your mind began to swim, completely overtaken with pleasure as the pink-haired male continued to fuck into you with such fever you were sure you'd combust.
"I'm close, bunny, 'm gonna fill your pretty little cunt with my cum." He leaned down, folding your body in half and pushing deeper into your fluttering walls. You whimpered when his tip kissed your cervix in this position, but his lips swallowed the noise before he was speaking again, "can't wait to see your belly swell with our baby, gonna make sure you can never leave us."
You tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent babbles and cries of his name. You knew what he meant, your body responding where you couldn’t. Even with the risks, you wanted it; you had stopped trying to fight him a while ago.
"Please…" You breathed out, head falling back and allowing Seonghwa to latch his lips onto the soft skin on the underside of your jaw.
Seonghwa could feel his high right on the tip of his tongue. It wasn't until your walls clamped around him as you came for the nth time that night, soundless screams falling from your slack jaw. Your legs shook violently between your bodies. He surged forward, pulling you into a messy kiss as he came, fucking his seed into your fluttering walls.
He didn't stop rolling his hips into yours until he had gone completely soft in your gummy walls, then he was letting your leg drop back to his side before letting his weight fall onto you, his face buried in your neck. Neither of you said a word as the energy in the room simmered to a stop, breathing finally coming back to a normal pace.
"You did so well, baby," Seonghwa cooed against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin and causing you to giggle softly. "Thank you for trusting me enough to do this."
"I told you that it would be okay; we didn't even need the safe word." You pouted softly as he lifted his head from your neck, a cheeky grin on his lips, "but I might have to use it to get this rope off my wrists." You joked, and Seonghwa's eyes widened just a fraction.
"I'm sorry, love," He apologized before sitting up, letting his now soft cock slip from your walls, the sensation causing you to whine. The pink-haired male apologized again, helping you sit up and letting you lie against his chest as he untied the ropes that bound your wrists. "There we go."
"Thank you, baby," You murmured against his skin as you stretched your arms out, groaning softly as your joints popped back into place.
"C'mon, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up, and we can go to bed," Seonghwa spoke softly, combing his fingers through your messy hair, causing you to hum in contentment. Then he was moving away, and you looked up at him with a whine, causing the pink-haired male to chuckle.
"Hwa…" You whined, but it was quickly replaced by a surprised squeak when he picked you up off the bed, one arm hooked under your knees while the other held your back. Heat crept up your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest.
"I should use bunny more often, you seem to really like it." He teased as he walked towards the bathroom, a smug grin spreading on his lips as you whined against him, hips starting to squirm once more. It was safe to say that he used that petname to his advantage as he took you in the bath before you both lay down for the night, the excitement still lingering in the air.
That was definitely not going to be the last time the two of you tried something like this.
It was a rainy afternoon. Your boyfriend, San, was sitting in his desk chair and playing video games when you walked into his room, your eyes half closed— the pitter patter of the rain on the windows was making you extremely sleepy, and rainy weather always made you just want to bundle up and sleep the day away. You trudged up to him and rested your chin on his head before letting out a little sigh.
“What’s wrong, baby?” San asked while still heavily invested in his game.
“I’m so sleepy…”
San paused his game and turned around in his chair. He held his arms out, and you immediately moved into his embrace, his thick arms making you feel very secure and even more sleepy.
“Do you want to take a nap?” he whispered.
You nodded and stifled a yawn.
“You can sleep in my bed, baby.”
“…Can you be there with me?”
“I don’t want to take a nap, though—”
“No, just lay in bed with me. You can keep playing your video game,” you told him, hoping that would be enough for him to at least sit next to you while you napped.
“Okay, then can you nap in the living room? That way I can still play.”
You nodded before the two of you went to the living room. San turned on his console and took a seat. You then immediately laid down on the couch, your head resting on your boyfriend’s comfortable thighs. San resumed playing his game, the sounds of his controller clicking slowly lulling you to sleep.
Yeah, right.
You were trying to sleep, and you were so tired that you thought you were actually going to fall asleep the second your head hit his thigh, but you were still awake. You kept your eyes shut as you fidgeted a little, trying to get into a more comfortable position. You were originally facing the tv, but that position wasn’t doing it, so you turned and faced the sofa.
When you faced the sofa, though, you faced San’s crotch. At first, your goal was to scoot away from his crotch so that you didn’t make him uncomfortable, but when you moved your head again, you saw it twitch. Amused, you shifted again, and it twitched again. At that point, you were definitely not asleep, and you desperately wanted to see the expression on San’s face, but you couldn’t without him realizing you were awake.
San, meanwhile, could barely fucking focus. You were getting dangerously close to his crotch, and he was getting harder with every movement. He didn’t think much of it when you laid down on his lap because you had done so in the past, but maybe it was because you were dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt and panties that made this situation slightly different. From the corner of his eye, he could see the shirt ride up a little bit whenever you moved, and at some point, he could see the hem of your black panties peek out from under the shirt. Yep, he was rock solid now.
You wanted to tease him further— since you were wide awake, you figured you’d have some fun. You brought your hands up to your chest and curled slightly into fetal position while whining quietly. You heard San suck in a breath and exhale slowly, his cock pressing against his pants more and more with every passing movement of yours.
San finally broke when you arched your back to stretch it out. It wasn’t just the stretch that got him, no— it was the stretch, the way you pushed your ass out, and the fucking moan that left your lips as you did so.
Carefully, San set his controller aside. He pressed his lips together as he tried to move away from your head so he could go situate himself, but when you whined again, he stayed put. He did the next best thing he could think of and tried to think of things that would turn him off, but that definitely did not work because you were still teasing him, and his cock was twitching like crazy.
At that point, San felt like he only had one option left (if he didn’t want to wake you from your “peaceful slumber”), and that was to take care of it right then and there. Luckily, your head was far enough from his crotch that he was able to slowly pull his stiff cock out of his pants, a slight sigh of relief escaping his body when the tension released slightly. That being said, he was still hard and throbbing, and he needed to do something about it.
You kept your eyes as closed as possible but opened them slightly to see San start to jerk himself off. He was trying his best to keep his breathing quiet, but he would grunt and groan every so often as rubbed himself. His hips were subtly bucking upwards when his hand sped up, so he had to slow himself down to keep you from waking up. You could tell he was getting more frustrated and that he was practically edging himself every time he slowed down.
San looked down at your face. The darkest thought entered his mind, and he immediately tried to push it out, but the thought of him fucking your mouth while you were asleep was just too appealing. Plus, the two of you had set boundaries in the past agreeing that waking up to being fucked was okay— this was mainly because you liked the idea of him eating you out first thing in the morning.
You felt San tap his cock on your cheek, a longer (and still soft) groan leaving his being. He inhaled sharply before gently moving your head and pulling your chin down to open your mouth. Heat flushed through your body when he slid his thick cock into your mouth. San whimpered when your lips got tighter, his breath shuddering. Your mouth felt so good— so much better than his fist— but it still was not enough.
San kept rolling his hips upwards gently as he moved his cock subtly in and out of your mouth, but he was moving so freaking slowly because he was still worried about waking you up. Finally, you decided to cut the act. Well, not entirely. You “woke up,” your eyes fluttering open before slowly looking up to San’s red face. He was biting down on his lower lip, and he looked guilty as fuck.
You didn’t give him time to move or apologize or anything. You turned so that you were on your hands and knees, and you started sucking him off properly, a long groan leaving him as he flung his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. When he brought his head back, he placed his hand on your head and began guiding you the way he wanted. You went from sucking prim and properly to loud and sloppily.
“Fuck, baby,” San groaned. “Ah— Oh!”
San let go of your head to grip the couch cushions, his hips raising as he felt himself nearing his release. The second you heard his loud, low groan, he came, his cum spurting into your mouth. His breathing was still shaky as he finished completely, and even after you slurped up everything and took his cock out of your mouth, he was still red, erect, and twitching; and it only got worse when you swallowed and cleaned the edges of your mouth with the tips of your fingers.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispered.
“I know, Sannie,” you whispered back as you sat up.
“Well, now that you’re up…”
You smiled. You held onto his shoulders and straddled him, a giddy smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You slipped your panties off, and you held his cock gently, moving it so that it was lined up with your entrance. Both you and San moaned softly as you sat on his lap, his thick cock spreading you wide and filling you up.
“Baby, you’re so wet,” San teased as he pushed his head into the nook of your neck. “Sucking my cock did that much for you?”
Hearing him sensually mutter and say the word “cock” made you tingle all over. You gripped his shoulders a little more tightly and gave him a tiny nod, making him chuckle. He pressed a soft kiss into your neck before rubbing his nose against your skin and softly humming.
You simply sat on San’s lap with his cock deep inside you as he peppered kisses all over your exposed skin. His hands went under your oversized shirt, his fingers leaving blazing trails along your back. When his hands made their way up to your ribs, he withdrew his hands to lift the end of your shirt up. He held the end to your mouth, prompting you to bite the fabric so your breasts were exposed to the air. San grunted gently when he saw them, a smirk rising to his face. He moved forward slightly, making you lean back so that he had easier access to your breasts. He took one breast into his mouth and sucked hard, your toes curling and your hold on his sweater getting so tight that you nearly tore holes into the fabric.
“Mmm, baby, don’t tear this sweatshirt,” San chuckled. “This is a new one.”
“Oh, really?” you asked slightly sarcastically; as if you didn’t know that information earlier.
“Wait, let me just take it off—”
“No, don’t,” you stopped him. You moved your hands to his neck and said, “You look sexy in it.”
San’s face got a little pinker as he blinked at you in surprise.
“I thought you liked me when I was naked?” he asked in a teasing voice.
“Mmm, I like you in all forms, Sannie,” you replied as you leaned forward, making him lean back into the couch.
San grinned. You tilted his face up to meet yours, and he for sure thought you were going to kiss him, so he was mildly surprised when you started to leave kisses on his neck. You ran your tongue up the side of his neck before leaving a wet kiss, your lips sucking hard on his skin to leave a mark.
While you focused on leaving hickeys all over his thick neck, San moved his hands down to your ass. He moved you up and down so that you were slowly bouncing on his cock, the man stifling soft gasps when you sat all the way down. You held the back of San’s neck and tried to keep your grip on sanity as the friction of his cock rubbing against your tight walls made the tension in your stomach build rapidly.
San couldn’t hold back his groans at some point. You were getting tighter, and he was losing his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing getting shallower and his gasps getting higher in pitch. His waist was snapping upwards, making his thrusts way stronger. He was fucking you roughly, but it wasn’t quite enough for either of you.
Suddenly, San pinned you on the couch, and he fucked you way faster, the intensity of his thrusts not letting up in the slightest. You flung your head back and moaned loudly as San thrust into you so far and hard that he hit your cervix. Your thighs trembled as you creamed around San’s cock, the pleasure too much for you to handle.
You got so freakishly tight when you came that San ended up cumming too. He slammed his waist into yours and groaned, his cum spurting inside you. You felt his cock twitch inside you multiple times, before he pulled out; and just like earlier, his cock was still hard and eager.
“Sannie, you’re really pent up, huh?” you couldn’t help but chuckle as you reached for his cock and stroked him gently.
San chuckled as well before leaning down and whispering in your ear.
“Fuck video games— I’m going to play with you for the rest of the day.”
Summary: You come home and catch your roommate Yunho masturbating with your panties which eventually leads to more.
Content Warning: 18+ NO MINORS. Exhibitionism. Accidental voyeurism. Yunho is kind of a pervert. Mutual masturbation. Fingering. Face riding. Multiple orgasms. Nipple play. P in v. Rough sex. Choking. Dirty talk. Use of the pet name(s) daddy, good girl. Squirting. Unprotected sex. (It’s fiction it’s okay, okay? Not irl)
You fumbled with your keys at the door after a long day of work, cursing as you struggled to carry the bag of take-out you picked up while trying to twist the key. You huffed when the door finally unlocked, pushing it open then closing it behind you. You walked into the entrance of your apartment and slipped off your shoes, hung up your bag, and headed to the living room to eat. You could hear the tv, letting you know your roommate, Yunho, was probably playing one of his games.
Your bare-feet made your steps almost silent, sneaking up to the entrance. You lifted your head to look into the room and stopped dead in your tracks, the bag of food in your hand toppling down onto the floor and contents spilling on the wood.
“Oh- oh my god-“ you stuttered, your eyes taking in the scene in front of you. Yunho was on the couch, naked from the waist down, a pair of your dirty panties in his hand that he was using to pump along his -HUGE- cock. The sound of your fallen dinner got his attention, his eyes widening but his hand not stopping. Your eyes locked with his and, without warning, Yunho came with a grunt. His body twitching as spirts of white cum sprayed high onto his t-shirt.
“I’m sorry! Oh my god- I’m.. I’m going to my room!” You screamed and covered your eyes, scrambling away from him and the mess on the floor before he had a chance to recover. When you got to your room you locked it behind you, your face burning with embarrassment.
You stayed in your room until it was pretty late, creaking your door open to peek out and see if the coast was clear. When you found the living room empty, you stepped out with the intention to clean up your wasted groceries, only to find all of the messed cleaned up and salvageable items put away.
Your heart softened and you felt a small sense of pity. Your sweet roommate, although probably mortified, still took the time to tidy the mess. After eating some dinner standing in the kitchen you retreated back to your room for the night. However, you couldn’t sleep. Your mind fixating on the situation from earlier. Yunho. His cock. Your panties.
‘Oh my god, my panties!’ You thought to yourself, the one piece of the puzzle that didn’t make sense to you. You always assumed when you signed up to live with a guy you risked catching him doing something weird or embarrassing. You could move past him jerking off. But, your underwear? It was hard to move past that.
Boys are boys thought, right? It couldn’t be that deep. Maybe it was the risk of using it? Does he like that kind of fabric and just saw it close by? Did he not have any socks? Was it your smell? Was it because it was yours? Did he think about you when he was doing it?
“Fuck, stop it.” You told yourself out loud, trying to shake away the thoughts that gave you butterflies.
You had a schoolgirl-like crush on Yunho since you first met him a year ago when you moved in. He was instantly the sweetest man you’ve ever met. Always kind, a tiny bit messy, but easy to live with. He was also very, very handsome. It was almost unfair he had all of that on top of a giant-
“I’m going the fuck to bed.” You mumbled, pressing your face into your pillow to try and drown out your thoughts and the new pulse that was between your thighs.
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You woke up the next day groggy and wet. Your dream was so vivid, it felt like it had actually happened. So much so, you seemed to had orgasmed in your sleep. You could still feel your muscles contracting down below as you sat up, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your body. You shrugged off your clothes all-together and decided to go shower, ready to wash off the dirty thoughts from last night.
You hesitantly peaked out your bedroom door to check for Yunho, thankfully finding his keys off the key ring, probably gone at work for the day. Your eyes hovered on the couch: the scene of the crime. You suddenly wondered what the appeal was; masturbating out in the open like that?
Still naked, you walked into the living room and took a seat on the cushion, right where Yunho had sat the day before. You instantly felt a little bit anxious knowing you were completely nude in a shared space. Your eyes fixated on the front door as you spread your legs, heels up on the couch cushions, as if you were actually going to touch yourself. The exposure itself and the taboo of it making you feel yourself tighten a bit between your thighs.
‘A few moments wouldn’t hurt.’ You thought to yourself, unable to listen to the voice in the back of your head telling you to get up and shower. Before you could come to your senses, you brought your hand down between your thighs and slipped two fingers in-between your wet folds, dragging them up to your clit and rubbing slow circles.
“Mmmm..” you moaned to yourself, head laid back against the cushions. You thought about Yunho and his thick cock. How he came so quick when his eyes met yours, your panties he stole in his hand. He took your panties to get himself off in. And it was driving you insane.
Your fingers moved a bit faster, your hips rocking against them for extra stimulation. You were lost in your memory of yesterday, losing track of time. You don’t know how long you had been there playing with yourself but, it was long past the few seconds you originally planned for. You had just wanted a taste. Now, you couldn’t stop.
Suddenly, you heard the jingle of keys outside the door, followed by a key sliding into the lock. Your heart skipped a beat and your mind told you to get up and to run. But your body? Your body felt like it was on fire. The pressure between your thighs building, your arousal coating your fingers and dripping onto the cushions below. You should stop. Needed to stop. But, you didn’t want to.
The door opened and it took a moment for Yunho to look up, your fingers getting faster when he finally did. A pornographic moan leaving your lips when you saw his brown eyes looking at you before widening in shock.
He said nothing, completely frozen. And you didn’t stop. Your fingers now moving from your clit down to your aching hole. Your fingers sliding in effortlessly, not taking any sort of pause before fucking them in and out of your pussy at a desperate pace. Your jaw falling slack, small gasps slipping through your lips.
Yunho leaned against the doorframe, face frozen, but watching. His eyes fixated on your fingers, shifting up only to catch your expression each time your fingers got quicker or when you switched back to focusing on your clit. His cock grew in his pants, fighting against the seam of his jeans. In one swift motion, he unzipped them, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He gripped his thick girth in his fist and slowly started to pump himself up and down, speeding up overtime to meet the speed of your fingers. You noticed this as well, slamming your digits into you harder, wishing it was his cock. Your palm slamming down deliciously against your throbbing clit each time you fucked your fingers into yourself.
Neither of you said a word, the only sounds were your fingers slapping down again your skin and both of your soft gasps and whimpers. Neither of you moved closer to each other, just watched, now looking at each other in the eyes. Finally, the buildup between your thighs released, your climax ripping through your body violently while your eyes fluttered shut right in front of him. He watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, fingers slowly but not stopping as you came around them, arousal dripping down your skin. The sight made him cum, the white liquid pouring down around his knuckles and fingers. His hips twitching and bucking wildly into his fist until he was emptied of every drop.
After steadying your breathing and a tinge of embarrassment creeping up in the back of your head as the reality of what had just happened sat in, you stood up silently and walked to the restroom without a word while he went to grab a napkin to wipe his hand. Finally taking the shower you had postponed, hoping it would wash away the ‘sinful’ shame you suddenly felt. When you were done washing, you came out of the bathroom to an empty living room again. Yunho’s bedroom door was closed and you could hear his bedroom tv playing an episode of a show he had watched multiple times. You fought the urge to knock on his door and won, deciding to hide out in your room as well, worrying about how different things would be from here on out.
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Hours had past and you couldn’t sleep again. You had conflicted feelings about what had happened. Anxious for the next time you’d see Yunho but also burning with anticipation to see what would happen next. You were pacing back and forth across the room, making up possible scenarios in your head of what could happen and what you would do and say. You were on your 5th hypothetical conversation when you heard a light tap at your door. You paused for a moment, collecting yourself, then invited him in.
“Come in.” You said weakly, voice faltering.
The door creaked open and Yunho’s head peaked around it, eyes wide and inviting.
“Hey.” He said, still not fully inside of the door frame.
“Hi.”
“So.. should we talk about it?” He mumbled, leaning against the wooden frame. His eyes dropping to the floor trying to act nonchalant.
“I guess so.” You shrugged, trying to match his energy. However, multiple long moments pass without a single word from both of you.
“So I-“
“I just-“
You both try speaking at once, cutting each other off. You clamped your mouth shut and held your hand out to him to invite him to start the conversation.
“Um- do you- I mean, are you okay?” He said, stuttering.
“Am I okay?”
“Yeah, like, with what happened. Do you feel weird about it?” He huffed out a nervous breath and ran his hands through his hair.
“Oh.” Suddenly every line you rehearsed in your head disappeared, your mind falling blank.
“Oh? Oh god, I’m so sorry.” His hands fell to his hands in remorse, panicking.
“What? No! I mean, I’m okay! Please, don’t do… that.”
“You’re okay?” His head snapped up again. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m okay. I’m just a little confused I guess.” You admitted to him.
“Confused? About what?”
“About all of it, I think. How it happened and why it did.” Just asking the question made your head spin again with different theories.
“Well, why were you fingering yourself on the couch?” He asked and you suddenly felt a little offended. Was he putting the blame on you?
“Excuse me? Why were you jacking off on the couch yesterday?”
“Because I didn’t think you’d be home!” He said, his voice louder and more defensive.
“So you thought to jerk off in the living room with my UNDERWEAR?”
Your words made him stand up straight and run his hand through his hair, at a loss for words. You glared at him, still annoyed from him trying to pin all of this on you. If looks could kill, he would be a goner.
“Okay, fine. I jerk off in your panties.” He huffed and you felt like a fuse popped in your head.
“PantieS? As in plural?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Pretty often.”
“Why?” Your voice sounded horrified but the heat growing between your thighs told the real truth of your curiosity.
“Do you really have to ask that?” He mumbled mainly to himself.
“Yeah, I kinda think that deserves some sort of explanation.” You rolled your eyes, your awkwardness turning into annoyance.
“I uh- kinda have a crush on you?” He cleared his throat nervously and his cheeks turned bright red. “And that’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to having sex with you so-“
“You have a crush on me?” You interrupted him in your state of shock.
“Yes. I’m sorry if it’s weird since I live with you and all. And I promise that I’m not a creep! I mean, this is a creepy thing to do but it’s the only weird thing I’ve done and I’m so sorry-“
“Yunho.. Yunho!” You called his name out multiple times to get him to stop rambling. “Can you chill out for a second?”
He paused and clamped his lips together, forcing himself to stop talking.
“Thank you.” You giggled. “Yunho, you could have said something. I’d totally fuck you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sorry I- I just mean, you could have just asked? I’ve had a crush on you for a while.” You admitted and felt good saying it out loud.
“So, that’s all I had to do?” He asked, still bewildered, shaking his head in disbelief. He crossed his arms and stared at you for a moment. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his brow furrowed in deep thought.
“Yeah. That’s it.”
He started to walk towards you slowly, his eyes low. His demeanor was different, more intense. He never took his eyes off of you as he got closer and closer.
“So I could have just asked if I could lean down and kiss you?” He asked, bending over you an inching his face closer. “And you would have said yes?”
“Yes.” You told him, your voice hardly louder than a whisper. He reached his hand out to lay his palm against the side of your neck, fingers wrapping around the back. Your heart was beating fast and he could feel your pulse on his fingers.
Yunho pulled you to him softly and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft as pillows and formed to yours perfectly. You leaned into him to kiss him back but, he pulled away all too soon.
“What about if I asked to kiss you with my tongue?” His voice was deeper than before you had kissed him. You didn’t answer verbally, you just nodded your head. “What if I asked to kiss you with my tongue between your thighs?”
“I think you have a few more questions to ask me before we go that far.” You said as a joke but with a hint of seriousness.
“But if I had asked?” He pushed forward, not wanting you to slither out of his questioning.
“I would have let you.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but it was all the confirmation he needed. He pulled you in for another kiss, this time with more fire behind it. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for Yunho to climb over you in your bed, joining you in your sheets.
Yunho’s body covered yours, engulfing you in his warm arms. His hands tangled in your hair to pull your lips to his with eagerness. Between your thighs, you felt his large erection pressing against your clothed core. You rolled your hips up against him for friction you desperately craved, eliciting a delicious groan from deep within his chest.
“Please fuck me.” You begged him breathlessly, finally pulling away from his lips.
“Not so fast. I’ve been dreaming about this for months.” He chuckled, using one of his hands to pull his shirt off over his head. You ran your hand down his chiseled chest following every bump and crevice of his muscles until you reached his sweatpants, slipping your hand between his waistband of his pants and boxers, cupping his erection in your palm over his underwear. You could feel the wet spot his precum had made in his boxers.
“Let me take these off of you.” You told him.
“Only if I can take yours off too.”
You nodded your head and both of you took time stripping each other naked, piece of clothing by piece of clothing. Your warm bodies meshing together perfectly like puzzle pieces.
Yunho’s hand snaked down between your thighs and cupped your pussy, his palm and fingers engulfing you completely. You rolled your hips into his palm, spreading your arousal across his skin and moaned deeply into your shared kiss. You returned the favor, reaching down to wrap your hand around his throbbing cock that. When he slipped two fingers into your folds and dragged them up to your clit to rub circles you started to move your wrist up and down his shaft, jerking him off as he played with you. Your whimpers only giving him extra pleasure on top of what your warm hand was doing for him.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.” He growled, then dipped the two fingers into your pulsing entrance.
“Ah!” You moaned, throwing your head back erotically when you felt his big fingers spread you open around him. He pushed his fingers up and down into your g-spot, his palm still giving you friction against your clit. You were trying your best to keep your hand steady on his cock but found it harder and harder to stay focused with Yunho’s expert fingers bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Yunho.. Yunho stop- I’m gonna-“ you tried warning him which only made him laugh.
“Then why would I stop?” He whispered seductively in your ear, rutting his palm even harder into your clit. You let go of his cock and grabbed onto his wrist in some sort of false control, your legs opening up wider for him as your climax continued to build. You looked up at him and met his eyes and found him looking at you intensely, his lips mere inches from yours, brushing against you as your body moved from his fingers thrusting into you.
“Cum on my fingers for me baby.” He whispered against your lips, coaxing you.
“Yunho..”
He placed his lips against your neck and used his teeth to bite down on your sensitive skin, the nip sending you into your climax around his fingers. Your body collapsed around his arm, crunching into a ball as you called out in sexual agony.
“Thaaats it.. that’s my girl.” He praised you, still moving his fingers in but slowing his speed until he finally came to a steady stop and pulling his soaked fingers out of your cunt. You watched, chest heaving from trying to find your breath, as he brought those soaked fingers up to his plump lips and sucked off your juices.
“You’re such a freak.” You giggled shyly.
“You shouldn’t be shocked about that at this point.” He told you, a smile on his face. “Now, let me taste more of you. Sit on my face.”
“Yunho, I just came. Let me make you cum.”
“Don’t worry, that will happen later. I need as much of you as I can get. I’ve waited too fucking long.” He told you, grabbing on to your waist and pulling you with his strength onto of his torso. “Come on, scoot up baby.”
He helped you shift forward until you were hovered over his mouth. When you looked down, you could still see his eyes peering up at you. You stayed there unmoving for a moment, feeling a bit nervous. Sensing your hesitation, Yunho used his arms to wrap around each of your hips and pulled you down close enough for him to stick out his tongue and lick a stripe up your wet folds.
“Fuck!” You moaned, your hand shooting downwards and tangling in the chaos of his messy brown hair. You unintentionally gave it a fierce tug. “I’m sorry- shit.”
“No, don’t stop.” He groaned between your thighs. “Don’t be afraid to use me how you want.”
He pulled you down again, this time further where your pussy settled down nicely against his tongue. Your head rolled back as you felt him roll the tip from your entrance and up to your clit and back down again, over and over. He used his arms to push and pull your hips across his mouth, encouraging you to ride him.
You wrapped your fingers in his hair and allowed your hips to follow his guidance, allowing the pleasure from his tongue to consume you. Down below, he watched you whimper and writhe while he licked up every drop of your arousal. Yunho hummed into your cunt, making the vibrations echo through your core for an extra layer of pleasure.
“Oh my god-“ you gasped. Your hips started to move a little faster as you felt your second climax approaching quickly. Yunho let go of your thighs as you had found your own rhythm and let his hands wander up your torso to your breasts. His fingertips rubbing teasing caresses across your hard nipples. You moaned loudly from the stimulation, pleased he had found one of your most sensitive spots. He was pleased as well.
He used his fingers to pull gently at your nipples, the stimulation being just what you needed to send you screaming to your second climax.
“Fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“ you announced, body convulsing above him as you came, almost violently, on his tongue. He hummed in enjoyment as he devoured every drop of your orgasm until you collapsed onto the bed beside him, body still twitching.
Yunho wasted no time climbing on top of you and settling between your thighs. He could see your pussy was still throbbing, pulsing, and he needed to feel it around his leaking cock. He used one arm to hold his weight above you, waiting for you to look at him before speaking.
“Can I fuck you?” He asked, his voice desperate and husky. You had no idea how much more you could take but you still wanted more and more of him. You gave him the consent he needed and felt him line his tip up with your sensitive opening. He used his hand to ease his cock into you slowly, your walls swallowing his thick length with ease. Yunho shuttered and nuzzled his face into your neck, moaning as your wet warmth enclosed around his cock.
Once fully inside of you, he rested, allowing both yourself and him to adjust to the feeling. He rested his forehead against yours to look deep into your eyes. Yunho could feel you throb around him, awakening the side of him he was trying his best to control.
At least for your first time together.
You saw something in his eyes shift. The softness becoming more a look of hunger. He sat up onto his knees while still inside of you, gripping onto your hips and pushing them down onto the bed in a butterfly position. You gasped at his sudden manhandling, not in disapproval, but the position of being completely spread for him to take.
He rolled his hips into you once with force, slamming his pelvis into you roughly to test the waters, and was pleased to find you reacted with a delicious groan. He took that as his invitation to continue his rough thrusts, using your hips to pull him into you over and over.
“You feel so. fucking. good.” He grunted between his teeth. You felt like your brain had detached, your mind floating. His thick cock was coaxing the most pornographic sounds from both your lips and your cunt as he fucked into it ruthlessly. Your back arched off of the bed, hands gripping at the sheets as you tried to hold onto whatever inch of reality you were connected to.
Yunho could feel your pussy getting tighter around him. He let go of your hips and used one hand to push down onto your pelvis, just above your pussy, to force you to feel him rub against your swollen g-spot inside even more intensely. His other hand found a spot around your throat, his fingers fitting snug around the side of it, still allowing you to breathe comfortably.
“That’s it baby, take my cock.” He cooed at you, grip getting tighter around your throat as he thrusted more. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Yunho-“ you managed to choke out. “Feels.. so good.”
“Yeah? You like taking daddy’s cock? With his hand around your throat? You’re such a good girl for me.” His speed only seemed to get quicker, fucking you so roughly. He couldn’t get enough after waiting so long to finally have his way with you. And you loved every second of how rough he was being. Your wetness was dripping out of you, down his balls, and onto the bed.
“Daddy..” you whimpered mindlessly, the only word you could manage in this moment. He bit his lip and grunted, feeling close to his climax. He knew it wouldn’t be long until he was filling you up. He extended his thumb out and pressed it against your swollen clit and rubbed you in circles, making you scream. He could feel your climax about to erupt.
“Come on baby. Give it to daddy.” He ordered you. “Give. It. To. Me.”
Your orgasm gushed out of you, spraying onto his torso while he fucked your convulsing body. He hardly had enough time to admire the visual of you squirting all over his cock before his own climax erupted as well, filling you up to the brim. He shuttered, moaning loudly as he emptied himself while still feeling you cum around him. Both of you enjoying every second of your final orgasms until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Yunho pulled out of you gently and got a towel to clean both of you up. He helped you wipe both his and your liquids off your skin, being extra careful around the sensitive areas, and then gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“Well..” he said, examining the mess on your bedsheets. “I don’t think you’ll be able to sleep in here tonight.”
“Definitely not.” You giggled. “I normally put a towel down if I think I’m going to do.. that.. so I’m on the couch until I do laundry.”
Yunho looked at you with an appalling glare.
“The couch? What do you take me for?”
“What? I mean, where else would I sleep?” You ask him curiously.
“With me, of course.” He told you. “I even have a shirt and shorts you can wear.”
“Yunho, you don’t have to go out of your way for me just because we hooked up.”
“I want to. And trust me, it’s just the beginning. Now, let’s go to bed. And maybe ruin those sheets too.”
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Finally finished this after abandoning this 2 months ago! Hope you enjoyed 🤍
