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summary: your bf!sion is a munch who can't get enough of being in between your thighs
“no artificial sweetener you gon’ eat it up ‘til yo teeth hurt.” - sugar rush, bibi
cw: munch!sion, established relationship, oral (f), praise kink, mention of multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pet names (baby), let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: inspired by that clip of sion eating ice cream...
"please," sion breathes out against the skin of your inner thighs.
he's looking up at you with those big, beautiful eyes of his, his lids half-open because of how drunk he is on you already.
the night started as wholesome as ever, cuddling on the couch and watching a cute movie before the two of you decided to go out to get ice cream to treat yourselves after the long work week.
you watch him as he all but inhales the matcha soft serve cone he ordered, your mouth slightly ajar as your eyes widen at the way he even tilts his head sideways to get a mouthful of the sweet treat.
and now, you've found yourself lying on the bed, the only piece of clothing that still remains is your sion's oversized shirt pushed up to expose your bare breasts, your sweatpants and underwear long forgotten on the floor.
your loving and doting boyfriend is between your legs, lips moving across your warm skin and teeth nipping at the supple flesh, his eyes pleading at you to give in, not that you wouldn't anyway.
"saw the way you looked at me eating that ice cream earlier, baby," he mumbles before sucking a love bite into your thigh, causing you to hiss at the sharp sensation, your eyes fluttering shut.
you open them as you feel the source of warmth move away, meeting his eyes that crinkle into a smile and it’s then you realize he’s teasing you.
"yeah you should’ve seen the way you were eati-" you’re cut off by the warm sensation of his tongue swiping up your folds, lingering at your clit for an extra beat. “fuck,” you mutter, your eyes closing once more as you savor the feeling.
"you taste better than any dessert," he mumbles into your folds, hurriedly alternating between pushing his tongue between them even further and wrapping his swollen lips around your clit as he drinks you in.
his words send a new wave of heat straight to your core in the form of some arousal leaking, but sion doesn’t let any of it go to waste as he laps it right up.
your hands reach forward to find purchase in his hair, fingers curling around the freshly cut and dyed locks.
"could do this all day, you know," he whispers, pulling back as best he can to admire your fucked out form, a free hand reaching up to play with your tits.
your head is thrown back, hair splayed out against the pillow, sion’s shirt bunched up as his fingers work at your hardened nipples.
the sensation of him pinching at your sensitive nubs sends even more shocks up your spine as you arch into his touch, a smile spreading across his face as he watches you.
"your body responds to me so well," he whispers, placing soft kisses against your folds as he lets you collect yourself briefly. “love seeing how much i affect you.”
not long after he finishes his sugary-sweet confessions, he’s diving right back in like a man starved, lewd slurping sounds laced with your gasps filling the air as sion closes his own eyes, breathing you in as he devours you whole.
"how many you gonna give me, baby?" he asks, barely moving away from your core, which makes it hard to decipher his words in the first place, but you're too occupied with finding your own breath to process for a few moments.
the shock and surprise that fills you as you finally register his question, knowing you’re in for it for the night, prompts your hips to buck up into his mouth even further.
his moans against your cunt send crashing waves to your brain as he brings to your first orgasm of the night.
"gonna eat you out ‘til my teeth hurt from how sweet you are."
a/n: thank u to my baby @hazyhae for beta reading as always mwah ♡
༘⋆ sion is an ass guy for sure. he cannot peel his eyes away from your ass whenever you walk in front of him. you'd turn around to look at him while asking a question, and every time without fail you'd catch his eyes trailing up from your backside to meet your eyes, a light blush dusting his face as he starts grinning from ear to ear at getting caught. your surprised reaction every time is what keeps him going, not that he'd be bothered to stop staring at your ass anyway. he especially loves how your ass looks when he's giving you the nastiest backshots, not being able to keep his hands off you either and pulling you closer to him by the waist to keep you where he wants you so it feels the best. he’s an even bigger fan of leaving reminders on your round cheeks; bruises that fade from purple to yellow from his fingers digging into them, bite marks and hand prints that turn the surrounding area red, whatever it is he loves to remind you who your ass belongs to at the end of the day.
༘⋆ riku is a tits guy no doubt. if you wore a low-cut top in front of him, his eyes would constantly flicker between your tits and your face, trying his hardest to stay focused and locked in on what you were saying. you'd notice him lick his lips more frequently and swallowing hard as he looked flustered or panicked. "riku, why do you look so nervous?" you'd ask, leaning forward with the slightest worry. this would be his breaking point, a whimper leaving his mouth before he could even think about your question. his eyes would stay glued on your chest as you gasp, an arm raising to slap his arm lightly. "pervert!" you'd exclaim, not being to stop the laugh that'd leave your lips when he'd tackle you to the couch. "not my fault your pretty tits are spilling out of your top," he mumbles before swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, hands moving to pull your top down. "how do you expect me to be normal when you look like this?" nine times out of ten the night would end with him painting your tits with his cum (and yes he would take pictures and videos of it to look back on when you two are apart).
༘⋆ yushi is somewhere between the two, but leaning more towards tits. your chest is his favorite place to lay his head because of how soft it is and how he can hear your heartbeat, the steady thumping lulling him to sleep more often than not. he loves the way you play with his hair whenever he starts dozing off while resting on them, adding to the list of reasons he loves your tits. unironically, he also loves using them as stress balls when he's on top or beside you, groping and squeezing them to his heart's content as he fucks into you. he can't help it with the way they bounce with each thrust, hands moving like magnets toward them as his thumbs flick the hardened buds. similarly, he loves experimenting with leaving slight red marks on your ass, the satisfying thwack of his hand meeting the flesh and your sweet moans dancing in his ears as he grips onto you to ground himself make him feel lightheaded, the effect you have on him sending him into overdrive.
SISTER WALK WITH ME HERE…. yushi is the type to whine while kissing.. sion gets turned on by whining while kissing and riku is the mix of both. what are your thoughts on this 👀
genre: suggestive
a/n: SISTER IM WALKING.. JOGGING EVEN.... no bc why did this ask make me blush so hard UMMM
yushi gets flustered so easily so he would for sure whine while kissing you.. doesn't really know what else to do or how else to react besides that and you think it's the cutest fucking thing.. once he gains confidence though, you'd be the one whining, and he eats all your sounds right up. would definitely tease you about being vocal after, too.
sion loooves hearing you whine. he loves doing anything to get a reaction out of you; it's just so easy and you're just so pliant under his touch. he doesn't even have to ask you to be vocal with him because you just do it. and that's one of the many things he loves about being intimate with you. sure, you get shy but he knows just how to butter you up to keep him satisfied with hearing you.
riku is most definitely a mix of both.. he'd whine while kissing because he knows you like hearing him.. he wants to let you know how much he needs you, and the only way he can convey that with your lips on his is by whining into your mouth. but the moment you reciprocate those noises, it's like a switch flips and now he's doing everything he can to hear you again and again.
cw: established relationship, cockwarming, unprotected pinv sex (wrap it up pls), pet names (baby, angel, honey, wife), riku’s a little mean, free-use(?), oral (f), choking but it's the back of reader's neck, creampie, multiple orgasms. let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: in honor of riku’s return, here’s a little something to celebrate! i have many, many riku yearners in my life and in my inbox too… i see u… i hear u… i stand with u…
“one diced tomato… a handful of chopped basil… a hundred and twenty-five milliliters of heavy cream… what the fuck is a milliliter?” you mumble to yourself as you hold up the measuring cup to your eye level.
it’s rare when both you and your boyfriend riku have a shared day off, and this one happens to fall on a weekend where you decide to cook a homemade meal instead of ordering takeout.
you’re so focused on pouring the thick liquid into the glass that when you feel a pair of hands wrap around your front and a warm face press into the crook of your neck, you gasp in surprise.
“smells good in here, baby,” riku mutters into your skin, sending slight shivers down your spine.
the sizzling of the chicken and the boiling of the pasta water brings you back to your senses, only distracted for a quick second before recomposing yourself and setting the cup down.
“sir, there are two open flames and glass objects around!” you try to convey your concern, but your voice wavers as riku starts to press featherlight kisses across the expanse of your neck and shoulders.
all of a sudden, you’re hyperaware of his soft bulge pressing into your back as he continues his ministrations on your skin, his hands moving up and down your sides, squeezing here and there.
you can feel his teeth graze where his lips trail, making your breath hitch in your throat and your eyes flutter shut as you grip onto the edge of the counter.
“r-riku,” you whisper, trying to be as firm as you can while your doting boyfriend is loving on you.
“what’s wrong, angel? am i distracting you? you can multitask, can’t you?” he teases, starting to nip ever so slightly at your neck.
just then, your phone rings, signaling the pasta had finished boiling.
you’re snapped out of your daze as you pull away from riku, turning off one of the burners and grabbing a kitchen towel to protect your hands from the pot as you swiftly move to drain the pasta.
“what’s the next step? let me help you,” your boyfriend offers, an innocent smile painting his face as you turn to him.
“nuh uh, you’re up to no good and i just know it,” you laugh back at him. “just stay there and stop distracting me or i’ll ruin our dinner and we’ll both be upset.”
“fine, fine,” riku mutters, taking his place back behind you again.
you don’t mention it, but you can feel how hard he’s grown now, the bulge pressed against your back feeling heavier and more assertive.
you flip the chicken with a pair of tongs as you feel him subtly grinding against you.
“what are you doing?” you ask, turning around and raising a brow at him.
“have i ever told you how cute you look in these shorts?” he asks, fingers dancing at the lace trim of the tiny lounge shorts you’re sporting.
“mm, mhm,” you hum mindlessly, pouring the heavy cream you set aside earlier into the pan with the chicken.
you can feel his hands trail up under your shirt to caress your stomach, further distracting you although he said he wouldn’t.
you do your best to ignore him, carrying on with your cooking, though his hands feel a little too good against you right now.
“could just slide these to the side and slip it in, y’know?”
a shiver runs down your spine, your eyes squeezing shut.
“baby, i’m literally cooking right now,” you whine. “why are you doing this?”
“i mean,” he hesitates. “is that something that should stop us?” he asks, his voice lower and slightly raspier, hands still trailing along your figure.
“do you want me to burn this chicken or wh-” you’re cut off by a harsh thrust into your lower back, his clothed member rubbing against you just right.
“fuck the chicken,” riku says breathily, a chuckle leaving his parted lips. you hear the rustling of fabric. “or better yet, you keep doing what you’re doing,” you feel your shorts and panties being pulled to the side. “and let me do this.”
a gasp leaves the both of you as he slips himself between your folds, easing himself into you in one swift motion.
“riku, are you crazy?!” you ask, the end of your question fading into a moan as you really feel him settle inside of you, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of being so full.
“no,” he exhales. “but you are for wearing these skimpy ass shorts around the house and not letting me touch you because you’re cooking. don’t even realize how fucking hot you look acting like my little wife, hmm?”
his words have you clenching around him, his hips stuttering slightly before you feel a slap at your outer thigh.
“aren’t you supposed to be finishing up dinner, honey?” he asks, nipping at your ear.
“f-fine,” you huff. “but just stay still,” you pout at him, silently begging him with your eyes.
you move quickly, as best as you can while riku’s bottomed out in you, to finish up cooking your dinner.
he keeps his spot next to your ear, teasing you whenever he notices your hands not chopping or stirring or feeling you pulse around him. he knows, then, that your mind is drifting instead of focusing on cooking.
whether it was a rhetorical question about the recipe or a shallow thrust from him, it always resulted in him pretending he was innocent, either blurting out something like “sorry, baby, you just feel so good around me” as a sweet smile graced his lips or burying his face into the crook of your neck, lightly scraping his teeth at the skin.
the next 10 minutes are a blur as you wrap up the last few touches, only needing to plate everything up now.
“did so good f’me, baby,” he finally praises you, seeing the results of your cooking in front of him. “i think you deserve a reward, yeah?”
you can barely process his sentence before he’s pulling himself out of you, untying your apron and turning your face to swallow your moans through a heated and messy kiss.
he spins you around, pulling the apron up and over your head before tugging your shorts and underwear down, his lips never leaving yours.
“worked so hard cooking for us, but i need a taste of you, baby,” he mumbles before hoisting you up on the counter, spreading your legs with his hands as he kneels down, littering your thighs with hungry kisses.
you lean your head back against the cabinet door, senses overwhelmed with thoughts of just rikurikuriku.
“you’re so wet, angel,” his breath hits your exposed core as he inches closer, kissing everywhere but where you need him most, his fingers pulling you apart and watching your arousal drip onto the countertop.
“please, don’t tease,” you mutter, hands finding their way into his wavy hair.
“since you asked so nicely, i’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” he reassures, delving into your folds with a long swipe from your entrance up to your clit before wrapping his plush lips around the bud, suckling on it with fervor.
your moans are anything but quiet as riku continues his ministrations on you, your fingers tugging at the strands that fall between them.
his hands reach up to play with your chest under your shirt, fingers tweaking at your nipples and groping at the soft flesh.
“taste so damn good, baby. fuck,” he moans into your pussy, his tongue finding its way to your entrance and shallowly fucking it.
his right hand leaves you, moving down to stroke himself as he fully makes out with your cunt, his groans of pleasure sending vibrations all throughout your body.
your eyes flutter open, whines leaving your pouty lips as you realize he’s touching himself.
“want it,” you whine, bucking your hips up into his face, your hands holding the back of his head to steady him in place as you fuck yourself on his tongue.
you feel yourself getting closer with every passing moment, the boy between your legs never letting up on the pressure he’s applying.
“please,” you whisper, your breathing picking up as you start to pant from his actions.
a flash of white appears behind your eyes as they roll back, the pleasure too overwhelming for you as you cum around his tongue. he laps every last drop up, holding apart your thighs that tighten around his head.
he puts both hands on your hips, helping himself stand up in front of you.
“did so good for me, angel,” he’s leaning forward, lips pressing against yours and making you taste yourself. your moans are muffled against his lips before he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.
“think you can give me another one, baby?” he asks softly before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
your head feels light, failing to form a coherent thought as you nod mindlessly.
“need words, pretty,” he mutters, peering into your eyes.
“you just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm and you expect me to act normal right now?” you ask in disbelief, not being able to keep the smile from tugging at the corners of your lips.
he returns the action along with a flush of deep red painted across his cheeks.
“just fuck me already, riku,” you finally answer, pushing yourself off the counter and pulling him by his face to kiss him again.
you pull off your shirt, throwing it off to the side before spinning yourself around and laying yourself across the counter and perking your ass out to him, turning your head to gauge his reaction.
“you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he groans, a hand immediately coming up to grip at the flesh before landing a light smack across it.
he takes himself in his other hand, tilting his hips to drag the head of his cock across your still-leaking folds. “still so wet..” he says, mostly to himself.
he finally latches himself onto your entrance, both of your breaths hitching before he slips in, pushing his hips forward until he’s flush against your backside and he’s completely bottomed out in you once more.
“taking me so fucking well,” riku sighs. “like you’re made just for me.” you almost miss it, your mind reeling at the feeling of being filled completely, subconsciously clenching around him from his praise.
he quickly finds his pace, his hands not leaving your body once. he trails a hand up your spine, making you shiver as it reaches the back of your neck, and applies pressure there, his thrusts sharpening just the slightest.
“f-fuck!” you wheeze out, not being able to keep your eyes open as they squeeze shut from the feeling of his tip hitting that gummy spot just right. “riku!” you cry out, your walls clamping down around him.
“so… tight,” riku groans, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing through the kitchen as he continues to press against the same spot that has you melting in his hold.
“my baby’s so good to me… letting me use her how i like,” his voice is muffled as his head drops to the junction between your neck and shoulder, his thrusts not letting up.
from the weight on the back of your neck to the dizzying pace he sets as he chases his high, your mind grows fuzzy and your thoughts are back to strings of rikurikuriku.
your body reacts before you can even register it in your mind, the tight band coiling and snapping as your walls flutter uncontrollably around his length.
“fuck, ‘m gonna fill you up,” his moans are turning into whines. “gonna pump you so full of my cum,” he feels like he’s gonna cry. “you’d like that wouldn’t you— fuck!” his hips still as he cums inside of you, his breath ragged.
he helps the both of you ride out your highs, slowly dragging his length against your coated walls before finally pulling out.
“oh shit,” he mutters, his eyes immediately falling to where his arousal spills out of you, his jaw dropping slightly as you whine at the feeling of it dribbling down your thighs.
he pulls his sweats back up and reaches over to a lower cabinet, pulling the towel off of it to help clean you up.
“are you okay?” he asks, pressing kisses all across the expanse of your back as his hands run along your skin soothingly.
“mm, mhm,” you hum, your voice hoarser than when your boyfriend first joined you in the kitchen.
“sorry i was a little rough, angel,” he whispers.
“it’s okay, i liked it,” you chuckle, turning back around to kiss him once more. “but can we eat dinner now? im starving,” you pout, watching him as he crouches down to pick up your clothes from the floor.
“come on, i’ll do the dishes to make up for distracting you,” riku smiles sweetly as he redresses you and kisses you on the forehead one last time before reaching for two plates from the cabinet to dish up your dinner.
a/n: thank you to my babies @rikupid and @hazyhae for beta reading as always mwah
★ SUMMARY: you can’t sleep because of your period cramps, good thing your boyfriend knows of a way to help you feel better.
★ WORD COUNT: 1.2k
★ CONTENT/WARNINGS: period! sex! do not read if you don’t like that!, multiple orgasms, fingering, red hair jisung (grants a warning), jisung is a very sweet boy, nipple sucking, soft sex/somewhat rough sex, creampie. oh and this isn’t really proofread 💀 sorry
★ AUTHORS NOTE: uhhhh I was on my period when I started this and one thing let to another and..yeah. first time writing period sex so lemme know how I did 😎 I will tag my girl @be-my-sunrise because she is my #1 jisung whore. this is for uuuu!! 💞 and happy birthday jisung even though im a day late (never a dollar short)
You stared at the red numbers glowing on the alarm clock the bedside table before rubbing your eyes; almost like the numbers would change when you looked again.
nope, still the same.
Shifting around underneath the comforter, you turned over to see your boyfriend in a deep sleep. You huffed, clearly feeling some kind of envy of Jisung actually feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep.
You turned back over, trying to fix the blankets before Jisung’s voice stopped you.
“What are you doing?” Judging by his tone and volume of his voice, you could tell that you had just woke him up.
You turned to him. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”
“Yes.” Jisung answered before pulling you closer to him, and pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Why are you awake?”
“Because, I can’t sleep.” Your voice was slightly whiny in comparison to Jisungs quiet tone.
“What’s wrong? You didn’t sleep at all?” Now there was concern in his voice as he was now fully awake.
“No, I can’t get comfortable.” You tried your best to snuggle against his chest, but couldn’t shake the dull ache in your abdomen. “I’m like in pain.”
“Do you want some medicine? I’ll go get it.” Jisung’s fingers traced along your back as you closed your eyes.
“No, don’t get up. You’re so warm.” You put a hand against his chest as if to hold him still when Jisung never moved.
The two of you laid like that for what felt like a long time; Jisung shifting under the blankets to check what time it was. You were still awake.
“You’re still awake.” Jisung spoke, but you were unsure if it was a question or a statement.
“I’m still uncomfortable.” You winced; no amount of Jisung’s warm embrace could distract you.
“I know something that might help.” Jisung’s fingers traced patterns over your back as he spoke.
You knew exactly what he was talking about. “Ji, that’s going to be so messy.” You could only imagine what a mess all of the bodily fluids would be; nevermind the cleanup.
“Sweetheart, sheets go in the washing machine. I’ll remake the bed while you take a shower. Easy.” Jisung pressed a kiss behind your ear, sending electricity right through you. Damn you, hormones.
“You can make me feel better?” You pouted.
“mhm.” He hummed in response. “Lie on your back for me.”
Jisung gave you space to adjust yourself; hovering over you as you lied on your back. He adjusted the pillows behind your head to make sure you were comfortable.
You lifted your hips slightly as Jisung pulled your underwear off of you, putting them in a safe spot to the side of the bed.
“Tell me if you feel uncomfortable; I’ll stop.” Jisung spoke softly to you as he pushed your knees upwards to your chest.
You nodded. “Mhm.” As you braced for Jisungs touch.
Finally, his fingertips were pressing against your clit; moving in slow circles. You could tell he was testing the waters and seeing how you felt.
“Shit. That feels good.” You muttered; any tension you had melting away. “Come closer, I want you closer to me.”
Jisung smirked, doing as you wanted. He changed his position so he was directly over you. “Better?” He asked as a strand of red hair fell in his face.
“Yeah. Better.” You brushed his hair away from his face before kissing him.
Catching you completely off guard, Jisung effortlessly slipped his middle and ring finger inside of your cunt.
Your jaw fell slack as you moaned into his mouth “Oh my fuck, Jisung.”
“Yeah, tell me.” He muttered close to your ear as he was thrusting his fingers into you like his life depended on it. “Tell me how good that feels.”
You let out a choked moan, one of your hands reaching to grab onto your pillow. “So good, Ji. Shit.”
“Good girl, doing so good.” Jisung praised you before slipping another finger into you, making your face contort at the added pressure between your legs.
“Fuck.” You sighed, feeling an orgasm creeping up on you.
“I can tell you’re close.” Jisung spoke mostly to himself as you caught him watching his fingers move in and out of you. “Make a mess out of me; go ahead.”
His words made your stomach tighten, and Jisung let out a moan when he could hear the wet noises coming from your cunt; doing exactly as you were told.
Jisung pushed your shirt up with his free hand, pressing it flat against your stomach.
“Jisung, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.” You pleaded as you put your hand over his.
“Fuck.” Jisung muttered under his breath, relishing in the way that you were begging him to ruin you.
You grabbed onto his wrist, whimpering when he started finger fucking you with vigor this time; your legs practically trembling and threatening to close.
Jisung pulled himself away from you, coming close to you once more to kiss you. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
In a fleeting moment, Jisung left you as he stood to remove his clothing. He came back to you, pulling you further down the bed by your hips.
“You’re so pretty.” Jisung spoke as he admired your fucked out expression. “Look at Me.”
He kissed you as soon as you turned to look at him. “How do you feel?” Jisung asked you innocently before you felt his thumb tracing over your right nipple.
You whimpered from the sensitivity of your body already; not giving him a full answer.
“Good?” Jisung dropped his head down, and as you moved underneath him, he caught your nipple in his mouth.
You let out a rather loud whine at the feeling; grabbing a hold of his hair once again as he grunted, sucking and nibbling at the swollen bud.
“Jisung, please!” You pathetically begged him, earning exactly what you wanted.
Jisung finally aligned his cockhead with your core, swiping it along your folds; definitely making a mess now.
Finally he pushed himself inside of you, letting out a sigh of pleasure when he did so.
“Oh my god, you feel so good.” Jisung wasn’t even inside of you all of the way.
You weren’t sure if it was because of your period, or the fact that Jisung already pulled two orgasms out of you, but you were definitely not going to last long.
You gave him so response except a meek whine before he was fucking into you; slow and deep.
“Ji-fuck!” You grabbed onto his bicep with one of your hands before he laced his fingers with yours; tightly holding your hand. “You can’t do that to me.”
“I think I can.” Jisung answered, kissing your jaw a few times before changing his pace.
Eventually he was slamming into you; getting carried away by your moaning and whining.
“Gonna cum in you; make a mess out of you.” Jisung grunted in your ear, making you yelp. “You like that?”
“Please, please.” You couldn’t answer fast enough before you felt him release inside of you; whimpering at how messy you felt.
“Fuck.” Jisung swore, steadying his breathing as he came down from his own high.
He kissed you on the forehead. “Feel better?”
You nodded, eyes feeling heavy. “A lot better…but tired.”
You must have started to doze off, before Jisung stopped you. “No, no, no. Let me clean you up. Don’t fall asleep like this.”
The switch up of him made you chuckle. “Okay, I’ll try not to.”
“Really, let me start a bath, I’ll change the sheets, and then we can get some sleep.”
synopsis: morning sex w seungcheol and yall lowkey want babies but you also don’t (rn).
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a/n: 11am on the due date… HELP you guys please i know this is MID as FUCK!! i have zero motivation right now for this, but i wanted to put something out. i’ll come back one day w a better cheol fic to make up for this tiny thing ): also there’s a lot of “fuck”s in this idk… what happened. oh and one last thing…
SM SUPPORTS BULLYING!
it was just past 7am. the crisp fall breeze whispered through the bedroom window, nipping seungcheol on his shoulder. his eyes fluttered open as he rolled over onto his back. he stared at the ceiling for a couple seconds before looking to his right side where you were still lying fast asleep. a soft smile crept onto his face as he watched your peaceful form rise and fall with each breath. he reached his arm out to tuck your hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. he shifted onto his side to admire you more comfortably, never growing bored of this hobby. uninterrupted, getting to stare at the beauty in front of him that he was lucky enough to call “mine”.
unless you had an early shift, seungcheol was always awake before you. always exhausted from work, you loved to milk your sleep for all it was worth, whereas your boyfriend would prefer to start his days early. you’d normally wake up an hour after him to the smell of bacon permeating the air in your room.
however, this morning was different.
“fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, nowhere near loud enough to wake you. something about the way your nose had a slight pink tint from the open window, the way your hair was draped beautifully behind you, and the way he could catch a glimpse of your chest down the top of the comforter had his cock trying to break free from his boxers. you looked… devine. in your sleep, you rolled onto your back, and seungcheol took it as an opportunity to get some early breakfast.
he couldn’t help himself. he ducked under the covers, moving himself in between your legs. even in pitch blackness, he knew your body like the back of his hand. he effortlessly moved his arms under your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, holding them tightly. he gave your inner thighs a couple soft kisses before kitten licking your clit. gentle enough to not startle you, but the feeling so blissful nonetheless, you start shifting your hips slightly under his hold. seungcheol smiled against your core before using an arm to lift the comforter up to see your angelic face already looking down at him. “wake up, sunshine,” he cooed before taking your clit into his mouth, still maintaining eye contact. you gasped at the sudden warmth, in contrast to your now cold, exposed skin. “ch-cheol, what’re you doing?” you giggled out. you don’t even remember falling asleep fully naked but, whatever. you’re currently glad you did.
“having an appetizer before breakfast,” he stated very matter of fact. “i woke up extra hungry, i guess,” he shrugged with a tender smile on his face.
you giggled again before running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the strands to hint that you wanted his face up here with yours, and (even tho his tongue was magic) something else between your legs. your boyfriend couldn’t help his sweet nature, though. as he crawled on top of you, eyes locked on yours, he whispered, “you have the prettiest eyes baby,” before attacking your lips with his. when he pulled away you smiled, “imagine if we made little me’s… ya know… my eyes and stuff…” he chuckled at your flushed cheeks and flustered demeanor. were you trying sweet talk him? dirty talk him? your half-asleep brain had no idea, but he knew exactly what you were getting at.
he hummed before kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck... he lingered there, leaving tender, wet kisses on your skin. the softness of it all slowly sending you back off into your dreams. “cheol…” you whispered, almost completely asleep. seungcheol pulled away from your neck, once again hovering over you. he smiled at your sleepy face. knowing that he was soothing your body so well that he’d sent you back to sleep was making his cock swell up with even more need. he loved taking care of you in every way. he lived for it. he craved your happiness. when you were satisfied, so was he.
he reached his hand down to grab his cock from his boxers, inhaling sharply at the contact. he rubbed his tip lightly up and down your entrance, smearing a mix of your slick and his spit all over your cunt. he pushed himself inside of you with a low, quiet groan in hopes to not disturb you too much. you squirmed a bit, definitely not asleep, but still too tired and relaxed to open your eyes. “mmmph cheol…”
seungcheol sluggishly started thrusting in and out of you, his hand moving up to cup your face. “are you awake yet, sunshine?” he breathed. “uh uh,” you whimpered, smiling softly with your eyes still closed. “gotta fuck you awake then hm?” he smirked before picking up his pace. you moaned out at his increased determination to get you both off out of nowhere. in no time, seungcheol’s hips were snapping into yours and he was demanding you to look him in the eyes as he wrecked you from the inside out. his voice started to raise in pitch. “do you feel me in there, love? f-feel me all in your stomach hm? god~ -m gonna fill you up with my cum yeah?” he panted, resting his forehead on yours. “y-yes p-please cheol, please… breed me” you pleaded, fully awake at this point. seungcheol’s hips stuttered. he had to stop himself. “fuuuck,” he growled at your words. he started thrusting in and out of you again, far more brutal than before. “such a good girl. so g-good begging for me to breed you huh? p-pump you full of my cum? fuck~” he panted out, chasing his high. you were right behind him, the knot in your tummy ready to snap at any moment. “ch-cheol i’m gonna cum,” you cried out, screwing your eyes shut, arching your back. you crying his name, pressing your tits up against him… he was done for. “fuck~” he moaned out pushing his cock all the way inside you, filling you up completely.
morning showers weren’t your thing, but you had no choice this morning. you and cheol were both a mess.
“so,” cheol started from inside the kitchen, grabbing you a plate of food. your eyes admiringly watching him cross over to the dining table where you were. “you want babies hm?” he asked in a teasing tone. you chuckled grabbing the plate from him, then he sat with his. “i mean yeah one day… not now, though,” you poked at a piece of scrambled egg with your fork before bringing it to your mouth. “that’s too bad..” cheol jokingly sighed. “too bad?” you raised an eyebrow. “yeah… i don’t know i got like… a warm fuzzy feeling over the thought of little yous running around.” you beamed at his words. “that’s called a paternal instinct,” you giggled, then you continued, “and i’m glad you have one.” you reached over the table patting him on his head.
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summary: soft bf!yushi headcanons, he's just the sweetest boy ever and so easy to love. he's also a tease and a little insane in bed.
cw: starts off very fluffy, established relationship, switch (sub lean)!yushi, yushi’s a giver and a tease, mentions of overstimulation, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected pinv sex (wrap it up pls), creampie, cum eating, pet names (baby).
a/n: for all my yushi yearners, y'all are just like me fr. yushi's been on my brain for so long i don't remember life without him... he's just sooo my baby i adore him.
soft bf!yushi who loves lazing around with you in bed on his days off, either cuddling and watching something on tv or getting competitive and playing games on his switch. he would let you win in mario kart, whether intentional on his part or not.
soft bf!yushi who enjoys finding new restaurants and trying new foods with you. even if you’re skeptical, you can’t say no to when he invites you to join him. “even sakuya said this place was good, and he’s a picky eater, so now you have to go with me!”
soft bf!yushi who quietly reassures you and makes sure you never question his love for you. he’s not necessarily loud about your relationship as he likes to keep it private (but not secret), but you’d almost never have a doubt about his feelings.
soft bf!yushi who buys you matching jewelry— a subtle way to represent your relationship and remind you of his love, especially when he’s away for work.
from rings to necklaces to bracelets (adding a charm with each city he visits), he’d buy you anything you want. spoiling you is just another way he shows his appreciation for you.
soft bf!yushi who still gets shy from your kisses even half a year into your relationship. especially if they come unexpectedly, his ears are turning red before you can even blink and he’s burying his face into your neck, tickling your skin with his soft giggles.
soft bf!yushi who secretly enjoys teasing you and poking fun at you. your reactions are so cute, how could he not? he doesn’t do it often as he doesn’t want you upset with him, but when he’s in a teasing mood, you’re often the victim of it.
soft bf!yushi who’s so gentle and kind with you, both outside and inside of bedroom. he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, but he finds it really attractive when you know what you want.
outside of the bedroom, he doesn’t exactly assert much dominance in your relationship, but rather prefers you to lead. though he doesn’t mind taking over when you don’t want to think for yourself.
in the bedroom, though, he’ll let you have whatever you want. he just wants you to feel good and gets off on the idea that only he can make you feel this way.
you want to sit on his face then ride him ‘til your thighs are sore and you’re both overstimulated? you don’t have to tell him twice.
you want him to do all the work while you lay there and look pretty for him? he would never argue with that.
soft bf!yushi who whispers, “lay back for me baby, let me take care of you,” while pressing soft kisses down your body and sending shivers down your spine.
he gently eases your thighs apart with his hands and keeps them spread with his broad shoulders as he lays between your legs, kissing and nipping at the skin of your thighs.
he loves laying your legs over his shoulders before diving into your pussy like it’s his last meal, licking and savoring each swipe of his tongue across your folds.
soft bf!yushi who learns quickly from your reactions. he knows that when you tug on his hair to pull him closer that it means you like what he’s doing.
soft bf!yushi who pulls his mouth away from you before slipping two of his fingers through your weeping hole, finding the spongy part of your walls and pressing his digits against it.
soft bf!yushi who gets painfully hard from your whimpers and whines, getting dizzy from the feeling of you grinding yourself against his face and using his tongue however you like.
soft bf!yushi who’d come back up to you after making you cum around his fingers and on his tongue, leaning close like he’d kiss you, but pulling away when you lean forward too.
“hm? what is it, baby? why are you pouting?” he’d ask as you whine. “how am i supposed to know if you don’t tell me?” except he does know, he just likes to get it out of you.
soft bf!yushi who’d kiss you and make you taste yourself, only after you told him exactly what you want. his ego would swell as he watched you slowly melt from his antics.
soft bf!yushi who loses himself at the feeling of his leaking cock breaching your tight heat, throwing his head back as you squeeze around him.
he’d whimper into your neck, biting down on the skin to ground himself before you tell him to move.
your hips meet his mid-thrust as you fuck yourself on him, the stimulation proving to be too much for your sweet boyfriend as his eyes squeeze shut.
soft bf!yushi who makes you cum first, fingers hastily rubbing against your clit to coax your orgasm out of you, his hips barely faltering as he hits the right spot, causing your walls to spasm around him.
soft bf!yushi who has to kiss you as he cums inside, steadying himself with one hand as the other cups your cheek lovingly. he makes sure you can feel his love for you as he brings you both to your climaxes.
soft bf!yushi who wouldn’t tell you he wants to eat you out again after fucking you, but watching your pussy leak with both his and your arousal awakens something in him, and his mouth is on you again before either of you can register it.
your moans are too sweet for him to stop lapping it up, swiping his tongue and collecting the salty essence on his tongue before, once again, coming up to you and kissing you messily.
“now you can taste us both,” he whispers, a cheeky smirk coming across his lips as your stomach flips from such a dirty act from your usually-composed and polite boyfriend.
a/n: i kind of went crazy and blacked out writing this, especially toward the end… can you tell this was meant to only be fluffy? idk how he does it but he gives me insane whiplash and i need him carnally. 7 positions in 70 minutes. until— we’re not stopping. raw, next question.
warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, pussy and thigh slapping, hair pulling, creampie, fingering, tit play. let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: happy new year's everyone! i hope you all enjoy your holiday :D i haven't posted in a while and i apologize for not being active here😞 anyways, enjoy this chenle fic! watching him play basketball does things to me, so i decided to write about it lmao
special thanks to @onriyuview @notyourjaem @lovetaroandtaemin @jenoslutie for helping me out🩵 ily teehee :3
“Good game, dude. See you next week!”
Chenle daps Mark up and leaves the basketball court. After bidding his goodbyes to Haechan and Jeno as well, he jogs towards where you’re sitting and grabs his water bottle.
“Babe, do you want to order food at home, or should we go to a drive-thru?” He asks before downing his water.
However, you barely heard what he said. You don’t usually come with him when he’s playing basketball with his friends, mainly because Chenle feels bad about having you wait hours for him. But you insisted on tagging along this time, and boy, you were glad you did.
Seeing him play and watching his moves on the court after so long has you in a trance. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together subconsciously almost the entire time. It's clear that he does things to your body, and it's evident in the way your panties stick to your core.
Now that he’s standing before you, lust clouds your mind, and every inch of your body is fighting the urge to take him on this bench. He looks so ravishing, all sweaty like this, the sun behind him like a paid actor.
The cast of warm golden light around him only emphasizes the droplets of sweat on his dewy skin, and it’s not doing much to help with your situation.
Chenle glances at you when he doesn't hear any response. He waves one hand in front of your face. “Baby?”
You blink your eyes a couple of times, waking yourself up from your daze. “Huh? Oh yeah, sure.”
“Did you even hear what I just said?”
“Uhh… no?” You look away nervously, which makes him chuckle. “Should we just order in? You seem a bit tired.”
More like aroused, but he’s right, you are somewhat tired. Tired of squeezing your thighs together. You need him so badly that you can’t even think straight. Realizing that Chenle is waiting for your answer, you give him a nod as a response.
“Alright then, let’s go home!”
Chenle leans down to pick up his bag from the ground beside your feet, and you suck in a sharp breath when you catch a whiff of his scent. He smells so fucking good, and it's driving you insane.
You stand up abruptly, almost bumping into his head in the process. He grabs your arm before you could walk away and pulls you close. “Baby, why are you being weird today? Are you okay?”
One proper look at him is all it takes for you to crash your lips against his. You practically throw your body onto Chenle, making him yelp when his back hits the fence. The kiss catches him off guard, but he quickly snaps out of it.
“You're so fucking hot, baby. I need you so bad,” you say in between kisses and feel him smirk.
You bunch his shirt up in a fit of desperation, exposing his toned abs. Chenle quickly snatches your wrist away when he feels you tugging on the waistband of his shorts.
“Slow down, baby,” he says after pulling away. “Let's continue this in the car, yeah?”
He chuckles when he sees your face light up. You're buzzing with excitement as you drag him to his car, quite literally shoving him inside and straddling him in a blink of an eye.
You connect your lips with his again while grinding your core against his bulge. Chenle pulls your hips down to make you feel his hardening member even more. You run your fingers through his damp hair, giving it a slight pull.
The kiss gets messier as the two of you get more desperate. He pulls away to catch his breath and tilts his head to give you more access as you start to leave hickeys across his neck. A small moan escapes his lips when you lick a stripe across his salty skin and blow cool air on the fresh red marks.
“If I had known you’d be like this, I would’ve taken you with me a long time ago,” he says breathlessly.
“I feel the same way, baby. I forgot how hot you look when you’re playing basketball,” you giggle. “At least we know better now.”
Chenle lays you down on the seat before pulling your pants down along with your panties in one swift motion. He smirks at the sight of your leaking core.
“Fuck, baby. You must really like watching me play, hm? You soaked through your panties,” he says as he dangles your panties next to his face.
You bite down on your lower lip when drags his finger along your slit, hips twitching as he lands a light slap on your clit. He pushes his pants down with one hand while rubbing your sensitive bud with the other.
You feel a shiver down your spine when Chenle taps his cock on your clit, letting out a moan as he spreads your arousal across your pussy. You wait for him to push it in, but he continues to rub his cock against your slit and you start getting impatient.
“You're so fucking wet I could just slip in easily,” he moans, admiring the mess he's making.
“Stop teasing and put it in then!”
You snap and roll your eyes at Chenle, which makes him raise an eyebrow at your sudden change of attitude.
“It’s cute that you think you can talk to me like that,” he scoffs. Chenle grips your thigh before landing a slap on it, making you flinch.
“You should be grateful that I’m hard as fuck right now, otherwise I would leave you untouched,” he says as he pulls you up by your arm. “On your knees.”
You quickly adjust your position, standing on your knees and placing your hands on the backrest. You let out a yelp when he pulls your head back by your hair, feeling his hot breath on your ear.
“I've been spoiling you too much, and now you’re giving me attitude.”
You moan as he slowly rubs your clit. “Chenle, please.”
“Please what baby?” He teases while nibbling on your ear.
You try to form words but you can’t think straight. Your pussy is throbbing and the feeling of his hands on you makes you dizzy.
“Please… I need you,” you whine. Chenle lets out a condescending laugh seeing you push your ass back, grinding against his cock.
“You can do better than that,” he says before slapping your ass.
“Fuck! Please, baby, I need you so bad. Need your cock inside me now, please.”
A gasp escapes your lips as Chenle pushes his cock all the way inside you, letting you adjust to his size for a moment as he leaves kisses on your neck. He pulls his cock out almost entirely, leaving just the tip before pushing himself back in all the way.
His thrusts are deep and rough, your breath getting caught in your throat each time his hips slam against yours.
“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers before pulling on your hair once more. “Always so tight and wet.”
“O-only for you,” your voice trembles, barely managing to say anything.
He chuckles, “Is that so? Such a good girl.”
Chenle slips both hands underneath your shirt, giving your tits a nice grip before pulling down your bra. He tugs on your nipples and rolls them between his fingers, making you throw your head back to rest on his shoulder as he continues thrusting relentlessly.
The car shakes with each thrust, and only the sounds of skin slapping and your broken moans can be heard. The grip you have on the seat tightens as Chenle angles his hips to push his cock even deeper, earning a loud moan from you.
Your thighs tremble as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. He places one hand on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss, and you moan into the kiss when you feel his fingers sneak their way onto your clit.
“Baby, I'm-”
“Close? I know, baby. You keep clenching around me,” he chuckles. He picks up the pace and rubs your clit faster. “Cum for me, baby. Cream all over my cock.”
Your jaw goes slack as the pleasure overwhelms you. The way you're squeezing his cock makes him dizzy. Chenle lets out a groan, his thrusts getting sloppier as he reaches his climax.
He pushes his cock all the way inside you as he cums, and you grind your hips against his to help him ride out his high. He presses a kiss on your temple before pulling out of your warmth.
You gasp as he cups your pussy and flicks his fingers against your slit with a quick motion, making his cum drip onto the leather seat. He tugs on your shirt as a signal for you to take it off.
“Lay down on your back for me, baby,” he says with a low tone.
You lay back down on the seat and he spreads your legs wide. Chenle pulls your bra down to expose your hardened nipples and leans over to latch his lips around one of them.
He shoves his fingers inside your pussy as he flicks his tongue on your nipple and you suck in a sharp breath, back arching from the pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. Feels so good,” you moan.
You place your hand on his head to feel him even closer as he sucks on your nipple, making you whimper. You're still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so it doesn't take long until you feel the familiar knot again.
“Oh, god. I'm gonna cum again, baby.”
Chenle unlatches his lips from your nipple and straightens his back, pushing his fingers all the way inside before curling them. The intensity of his fingers has you crying out in pleasure as you reach your second climax, legs convulsing as he pulls his fingers out and starts rubbing your clit quickly.
Your legs clamp around his arm, but he uses his other hand to spread them apart and hold them down. Chenle slaps your clit harshly after you come down from your high, making your hips twitch.
He grips your tits using the hand that's still wet with your arousal, flicking the bud until your chest starts to tremble and you let out a shaky breath from the tingly sensation.
He leans down to kiss you once more before tucking his cock back into his pants. You were about to get up and redress yourself, but Chenle stops you. You look at him confused.
“You're staying like this until we get home, baby,” he says with a smirk on his face.
He grabs one of your hands and places it on your core. Then, Chenle climbs into the driver's seat and adjusts his mirror so he can watch you play with yourself.
“Just keep that pretty little pussy of yours wet for me.”
a/n: save me basketball player chenle😵💫🫠 thank you for reading<3 i hope you like it!
summary: nsfw links of what i think are onriyu's favorite sex positions with small explanations/expansions of these positions, and mentions of other positions i think they'd favor too.
cw: nsfw links that include unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), pulling out in sion’s link. positions shown: prone bone, reverse cowgirl, and spooning. other positions mentioned: mating press, aquarius, lotus, moonlight, missionary, bow. sion: size kink, cervix kissing. riku: ass slapping, slight assplay, hair pulling. yushi: groping, mentions of dirty talk.
a/n: more onriyu requested here! this is my first time trying to include nsfw links with my writing so i hope you guys like the added visuals hehe… also, i used sexpositions.club to refer to the names of the other positions mentioned. open at your own risk.
༘⋆ sion: prone bone
as a true soft dom, sion loves having power over you in bed. seeing how small you look under him in this position, the way he towers over you and locks your legs with his own makes him even more eager to fuck you. when his legs start to fall asleep from kneeling above you, he can lay himself across your back, the new angle making it so easy for the tip of his cock kiss your cervix every time he buries himself in all the way. loves letting out grunts in your ear and kissing and nipping at your shoulders to ground himself.
honorable mentions: mating press, aquarius
༘⋆ riku: reverse cowgirl
riku loves looking at not only your ass but the way your pussy wraps around his cock in reverse cowgirl. he absolutely adores when you offer to get on top of him and do all the work, especially on nights where he’s so desperate to just feel you around him. this position is perfect for his hands to grab at your hips and waist and guide you, land some smacks on your ass, or even press his thumb against your puckered hole. if he gets too impatient at the pace you’re setting, he can hold your hips down and thrust into you himself; he might even grab at your hair to gain a little more control again as he starts to take over.
honorable mentions: lotus, moonlight
༘⋆ yushi: spooning
yushi loves the intimacy of fucking you while spooning, his hands able to wander anywhere he wants— to wrap around your neck, grab at your tits, or snake down and rub at your clit. if he wants to get even deeper, he can lift your leg and fill you up all the way with his length. it’s easy for him to whisper sweet nothings or the dirtiest string of words he can think of in your ear, too. loves letting you hear his moans as well, and he knows they affect you because he can feel the way you clench around him every time he lets out a sound of pleasure.
honorable mentions: missionary, bow
a/n: happy 2025! thank you for all the love on my blog in 2024. i never thought i'd start writing smut let alone receive so many positive reactions from it. here's to another great year of smutty writing!
warnings: suggestive content, they're just kissing and groping each other lmao
a/n: ik i said i only write for dreamies, but i just physically CANNOT get this gorgeous man out of my head so i had to write something for him lmao. anyways i hope you enjoy!! thank you queen @jenoslutie for beta reading<3
tags: @wispyxjae i hope you like it teehee :3
It has been quite some time since you last saw Sion. He has been very busy with his schedule and album preparations, and he finally gets a day off today, so he invited you over to his dorm to hang out.
After lunch, you and Sion decided to watch a movie that he had been wanting to watch. At least that's what you were doing.
Both of you start making out passionately before you even know it. You should have known though, because Sion couldn't keep his hands to himself since you arrived. The two of you pull away after a while to catch your breath.
“I missed you so much,” you whisper.
“Me too, baby.”
Sion presses his lips against your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck. You tilt your head to one side as he continues to pepper kisses.
“I miss having your body on mine and the way you feel around me.” He mumbles against your neck. “Fuck. I miss the way you taste.”
Sion slips one hand under your shirt, gently caressing your waist. A moan escapes your lips as he sucks on your sweet spot.
“I need you, baby. Right now.”
“No, we can't do this now. What if your friends come back early?” You let out a heavy sigh and pull yourself away from him.
“Come onnn~” Sion pouts, looking at you with pleading eyes. “We’re finally alone, and they won't be back any time soon.”
“I don't–” Sion cuts you off with a peck on your lips. “But, I–” He pecks you again.
“Please, baby.” Sion places his hand on your jaw and swipes his thumb on your bottom lip.
You lean into his touch and you can’t help but stare at his plump lips. Truth be told, you want the same thing as him. You were hesitant because you don't want his friends to walk in on you and Sion. Not again.
But, your body craves him. His touch. You need him. You lean forward and lock lips with him.
“Wait,” he mumbles against your lips and pulls away.
“This means yes, right?” He asks, making you giggle at the way his face lights up.
“Yes, baby,” you pause to climb onto his lap and put your arms around his neck. “Let’s make this quick, shall we?”
You let out a satisfied hum as your lips meet his once again. As the kiss gets more heated, you start grinding on his hardening cock, making him moan. Sion places his hands on your hips to guide your movements. You drag your hands down his chest and abs, feeling his toned muscles.
You tug on Sion’s shirt, signaling him to take it off. He understands the message and he quickly takes his shirt off in one swift motion, not wanting to part lips with yours too long. You squeal as Sion suddenly lifts you up to lay you down on the couch. He hovers over your body, resting one arm next to your head to support his own weight.
Your fingers find their way to his dark locks, pulling on the strands as he trails kisses down your jaw to your neck. A gasp escapes your lips as he bites the skin, leaving red marks all over your neck and shoulder.
Sion slips one hand under your shirt and makes its way towards your chest. He grips the soft flesh before pulling down the fabric covering your tits. You let out a loud moan as he continues sucking on your sweet spot while also playing with your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud using his thumb and index finger.
Just when you’re about to get to the good part, you hear feet shuffling at the front door. Sion’s head shot up upon hearing the familiar voices. The panic settles in when the two of you lock eyes, realizing who’s at the other side of the door right now.
Both of you scramble to sit up and fix your appearances. Sion puts his shirt back on and helps you cover the hickeys he left on your neck with your hair. You put a small pillow over his lap to cover his prominent boner just as the front door swings open.
“We’re home!”
You and Sion pretend to be watching the still-playing movie as Riku and Yushi walk into the living room.
“H-hey, guys! Back so soon?” Sion asks.
Riku sighs, “yeah, we’re a bit tired, so we decided to just get home.”
There’s a moment of silence and you silently hope that they won’t notice anything. Yushi clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence.
“Well, uhh, we’ll be in our rooms if you need anything.” He says as he walks towards his room with Riku following him closely behind.
You let out a relieved sigh when Riku and Yushi are out of sight. You share a look with Sion and burst into giggles.
“By the way,” your laughter stops when you hear Riku's voice. You turn to him, who's looking at you and Sion with a knowing look, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
“You know your shirt is inside out, right?”
Riku then walks away with a smirk on his face. Your eyes shoot to Sion's shirt and face-palm yourself out of embarrassment. Sion laughs out loud, throwing his head back against the back-rest.
Sion leans closer, speaking in a hushed tone. “Should we continue this in my room?”
“Hmm… Maybe. Only if you can keep quiet.”
“I think that's gonna be hard for you, baby.”
Sion looks at you with a smug expression. You raise your eyebrows, taking his words as a challenge.
“Okay, we're doing this now. Let's go.”
You get off the couch, pulling Sion along with you to go to his room. Yushi got out of his own room just in time to see you slamming the door to Sion's room close and lock it. He turns to Riku, who's standing in the kitchen. Riku sighs and walks towards him, patting him on the shoulder.
“Come on, let's just go to the dorm upstairs and play games with Jaehee.”
summary: idol bf!sion comforting his jealous gf!reader, after this clip of him kissing a fan’s camera starts going viral on socials again
cw: soft dom!sion, oral (f), fingering (f), a lot of sweet talk, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, unprotected pinv sex (wrap it pls), multiple orgasms, reassurance from sion, tender love-making, pet names (baby, beautiful, angel, princess, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc)
a/n: am i the jealous gf fan in question? maybe! ₍ᐢ. ༝ .ᐢ₎
as sion’s incredibly supportive girlfriend, you like to keep up with the wishies’ activities through every social media site you can think of.
being a fangirl yourself, you enjoy seeing different perspectives of concerts or fan events that other czennies attend, allowing yourself to live vicariously through them as to not expose your relationship with sion.
it especially helps when he’s practicing late nights or when he’s out of town, away on tour.
sure, you have countless amounts of his hoodies and special pictures and videos only meant for your camera roll and your eyes, among other physical items that keep you company in his absence, but you can’t help watching him through the eyes of a fan while he’s away.
after all, you’re his number one fan and he’s yours.
scrolling through twitter, you notice a clip from july 2024 making its way back onto your feed, circulating faster than you can even process. it’s on most of the major sion fan accounts you follow and— oh! you’ve seen this before... maybe?
your eyes scan the quick, 2-second clip of your gorgeous boyfriend kissing a fan’s phone camera, the video on a loop now as it turns into a 1-minute clip, then a 3-minute clip, your eyes not being able to leave sion’s features on your screen.
if you hadn’t seen it before you sure have now, the short collection of frames etched into your eyelids at this point.
once you realize just how many times you’ve watched this goddamned video, you sigh and swipe out of the twitter app, tossing your phone onto your covers.
thankfully, sion was only at practice at the company so you knew he’d be coming home to you tonight. but damn who let him think it was okay to give his fans that much fanservice?
you know he loves you and only you, and you know it’s also just his job, but sometimes the negative thoughts get to you.
no one told you how hard it’d be dating an idol as a non-idol, especially if he was a member of the newest and growing nct unit, or especially if he was this dedicated to making his fans fall in love with him, or especially if nearly every fancall video you saw of your boyfriend was of him outright flirting with his older fans.
frustrated with your own thoughts, you huff toward the ceiling, the air blowing a few strands of your hair out of your face, a furrow etched onto your eyebrows as you stare up at the soft glow cast by your bedside lamp.
before you can go deeper down the rabbit hole, you hear your apartment door beep and unlock, a pair of heavy feet stepping through the entrance, snapping you out of your thoughts. you don’t move to get up and greet your boyfriend who calls out for you first.
“baby? are you still awake?” he asks, his voice ringing through your place. he can see the soft light emitting through the gap under the bedroom door as his tired feet pad their way closer. he knows you usually stay up to wait for him.
he knocks gently after not hearing a response from you, softly pushing the door open to find you staring at the ceiling mindlessly.
“baby? earth to y/n?” sion calls out to you, dropping his duffle bag to the ground and nudging your shoulder with his hand.
“hi sion,” you say, catching the way his right brow raises when you call him by his own name and not a nickname or pet name.
your hand that’s further from him moves around your bed, finding your phone and unlocking it to open twitter.
“what’s this all about?” you ask, bringing your phone to his face with your other arm. his mouth opens to say something before his eyes flicker back to the screen where he’s watching himself kiss the camera. he winces slightly at having to re-watch his own fanservice.
“baby,” he starts, making your arm retract from him and toss your phone away once again. “is this why you didn’t answer when i came home?”
when he sees the slight pout set on your lips he fights back a smile, running his hand through his hair and perching himself at the edge of your bed.
“are you… jealous?” he asks, the lilt at the end of his question making you roll your eyes and turn your body away from him, sighing dramatically.
he bursts into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach as he gasps, struggling to breathe with how hard he’s laughing at you.
“it’s not funny, sion!” you shout, but his giggles drown you out almost entirely. you sigh once again, picking up your phone but avoiding twitter at all costs.
after what feels like forever, sion’s laughs come to a gradual stop, and you feel him lift up your comforter to slip into bed beside you.
you scooch forward just a bit to give him some space, and once he’s finally settled, his face is right behind your neck, the hairs there standing up at the feeling of his breath on your skin.
“babyyy,” he says cutely. you can hear the slightest movements of his mouth with how close he is to you. “hey, come on… look at me, beautiful.”
you really didn’t know how not to give into him. you sigh again, your phone leaving your hand once more as you finally turn to face sion, slightly startled by his proximity.
after finally getting to look into your eyes for the first time since this morning, he takes in your pouty face.
your brows are furrowed the same way they do when you’re focused on something (or just frustrated, in this case), your bottom lip jutting out even more than when he found you.
he knows you might be definitely are upset with him, but this is the cutest you could look while ignoring him.
wordlessly, he starts pressing kisses to your worried features. first between your brows, then your slightly red nose, and both of your flushed cheeks, down to your chin and back up to finally meet your lips.
your features soften at the contact points, but you don’t reciprocate the kiss. your lips are still pouting at him as he looks at you.
one of his arms finds its place across your waist as the other comes up to caress your face.
“what’s wrong, hm? are you mad at me over this video from july?” he asks, his fingers dancing under your shirt to soothe your skin, the thumb of his other hand smooths out your still-worried brows.
you huff once more, letting yourself melt under his touch, eyes closed to focus on the feeling of his fingers against you.
“i’m not mad,” you mumble.
“so you are jealous?” he teases. your eyes open to be met with his signature wide smile that reaches his eyes.
“yes, sion. i’m jealous of your fangirls and the way you talk to them,” you sigh.
he kisses you once, twice, then three times on your lips, and you let him.
“you’re the one i come home to every night,” he assures you, a kiss following his words. “and you know i only have eyes for you,” another kiss. “and you’re the only girl in my world,” another kiss. “and doing all that fanservice is just my job,” sealed with a final kiss.
“i know,” you respond. “i just missed you today and seeing that clip of you stirred something in me i guess…” you frown again, realizing where your jealousy stemmed from.
he tsks at you, pressing another kiss to your brows once more.
“i’m sorry for making you miss me, my sweet girl,” he pouts, mirroring your expression from before. “how about i make it up to you, hmm? show you how much you mean to me? how much i love you?” he offers, each question followed by a kiss.
you don’t respond, watching and waiting to see what he’ll do next if you just lay there silently. to your delight, he starts trailing kisses down across your jaw and along your neck, nipping slightly to try and get a reaction out of you.
you let out a hitched breath, locking eyes with your boyfriend who’s already pulled away from the space in your shoulder. his hands are holding you so gently and his lips are so soft on your skin, brushing past the goosebumps that raise on your chest when you feel his breath there.
his fingers are toying with the hem of your top, silently asking you for permission to take it off, in which you respond with a silent nod of your head.
sion was thankful you didn’t wear a bra around the house, especially not before bed, because that was one less article of clothing keeping him from appreciating your beautiful figure.
“you’re so pretty, princess,” he whispers, a hand reaching out to knead at your chest. his thumb flicks against your nipple gently as he watches you squirm under him. a soft smile makes its way to his lips. “always so responsive for me, hmm?”
he leans forward again, now capturing your other nipple in his mouth, running his tongue across it and groaning at how quickly it hardens.
your hands fly to his hair, nestling into the dark locks to ground yourself. you’re trying not to give him any verbal reactions (for now), but your body moves before you can even think, sion knowing it almost better than you do.
he shifts to nip at your other nipple, switching places with his hand. your breathing is picking up now, his free hand pulling at the elastic of the waistband of your bottoms, the material snapping softly at your skin.
“you gonna let me take care of you tonight, angel?” he asks sweetly, rolling the bud that was in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, smiling and biting his lip at how breathless you already look underneath him.
“mmm,” you whine, hips bucking up as a signal for him to continue.
he taps at your hips to raise your hips once more, pulling your bottoms down in one swift motion and tossing them aside somewhere.
sion trails his lips down your torso, fleeting kisses being scattered across the expanse of your skin.
“my pretty baby,” sion whispers, almost to himself.
his hands are holding you at your hips as his mouth meets the skin there, coursing them down your thighs and calves as his lips follow, dragging across your limbs and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“you have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbles, gently pushing your legs apart and settling down between them. he gasps at the wet patch that decorates the center of your panties now, his thumb coming up to rub the damp fabric.
“you missed me too, didn’t you?” he’s smiling, watching you squirm. “i can tell just by how wet you are,” he says, applying more pressure to your clothed clit before pulling the center of your panties aside and exposing your slick core.
your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth, biting down so you don’t give sion the audible satisfaction he wants, but your body betrays you entirely. just the way the string of arousal clings to the fabric is enough to satiate your boyfriend.
“this pussy missed me too, hm?” he leans down, your scent flooding his senses. “thought about her all day, you know.”
he starts flicking his tongue across your clit gently at first, then with more pressure as he pins your squirming hips down to the bed.
“ah-ah,” he tuts. “let me take my time with you, pretty girl,” he says before attaching his mouth to your core, alternating between wrapping his lips around your clit and fucking his tongue in your hole.
he’s truly indulging in your pussy, not in any rush and wanting to drag out your pleasure for as long as he can. it’s wet and messy, sion’s trademark while eating you out, and you love it.
“tastes so sweet, angel,” he growls, his voice dropping and more gravelly than before, making you leak with arousal.
pulling away from your heat, he works a finger through your folds before burying it in you with one swift motion, the wetness of your juices and his spit aiding his digit. you cry out at the feeling of finally feeling somewhat full of him.
“sion!” you gasp as his mouth reattaches itself to your clit, sucking almost too softly as he fingers you deliciously, your original idea of staying quiet thrown out the window. he just feels— “so good, sion,” you whine, your hips bucking against his face.
you almost miss how he’s smiling up at you as he keeps working you, adding another finger and pumping them in and out of your heat. sion revels at the reactions you finally give him, the squelching sounds filling the room and turning you on even more.
“that’s it, baby. let me hear you,” he purrs, fingers stroking at the spongy part of your walls before suckling your clit with more fervor now, anticipating your orgasm before you can even process it yourself.
“c-cumming, sion— fuck! i’m cumming,” you cry before the hot white feeling in your stomach releases, sending you over the edge as sion’s movements don’t stop, helping you ride out your high around his fingers and in his mouth.
“that’s my girl,” he grins at you, finally pulling away from your core. the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his lips puffy and shining even in the dim lighting of your bedroom.
you tug at the collar of his shirt, silently asking him to come up to you.
“what is it, pretty?” his smile growing as he takes in your flushed cheeks and messy hair. “need your words, baby.”
“kiss me,” you mumble, pulling at him once more before his lips meet yours. you can taste yourself on him as your tongue swipes across his lower lip, his tongue stroking against yours, sion deepening the kiss with more passion.
you both pull away breathlessly, resting your foreheads against each other for a short moment.
“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asks, eyes boring into yours.
“i know… you tell me everyday,” you blush.
“you know i think you look prettiest when you’re cumming?” sion asks, pressing another kiss to your lips before his hands move down to his sweats, pulling them down along with his underwear.
his hard member springs up, the tip red against the pale skin of his stomach, precum smeared across the head of it. “only just got started and this is what you do to my cock, sweet girl.”
he hunches down to steal another kiss from you, pushing your legs up to lie between them before grabbing the base of his cock and running the tip through your folds.
you whine at this, your hips pushing up so he can just get it in, but sion shakes his head and tsks at this.
“impatient aren’t you? i thought i told you i wanted to take my time with you, angel,” he reminds you, his free hand coming to pin your hips down to the mattress once more. “i’ll give you what you want, don’t worry your pretty head.”
the head of his cock finally latches onto your entrance, making you gasp and sion hiss at the sensation. “always f-feel so good— fuck, so good around me baby,” he stutters as he pushes his length in.
despite how many times you and sion have had sex, you’re still not adjusted to his size, the stretch burning delightfully each time.
“my perfect girl,” sion breathes out once he fully buries himself to the hilt. “with the most perfect pussy made just for me, hm?” he all but whines at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, his hands planting into the pillow on either side of your head to steady himself.
he’s kissing you now, distracting you from the discomfort between your legs. you can feel everything he wants to say just with his plush lips against yours.
he pulls back to pepper your face with more pecks, watching the furrow in your brows disappear slowly as your vice-like grip on his throbbing member slowly lets up.
“that’s it angel,” sion coos, his big brown eyes sparkling with pride. “you’re doing so good for me, takin’ me so fuckin’ well,” he praises. his hips start drawing back and pushing forward gently but firmly, filling you up all the way every time.
“‘s too big, sion,” you whimper, feeling the the tip of his member kissing at the most deepest part of your walls. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, the pleasure too overwhelming to keep them open and trained on your boyfriend.
“i’ve got you, baby. you’re okay, just keep taking it,” he groans, picking up the pace in hopes of drowning out the pain with pleasure. it works like a charm, moans of pleasure spilling from your lips and encouraging him to keep going.
he’s cupping your face with one hand while the other keeps him propped up, swiping at your lips and your cheek so gently, making you open your eyes and look at him.
“i love you so much, sweet girl. you’re so perfect and good to me and you mean the world to me,” he’s blabbering now, but the sweet words go straight to your pussy, making you clench around his length.
a whine bubbles out of your lips and your eyes are squeezed shut again at the immense oxytocin rush. he’s fucking you just right while spilling the most sugary words in your ears and you feel like you’re floating.
his hand that was holding your face moves down to start rubbing circles against your clit and your back arches at the contact, your hips fighting against his hand to buck up and meet his thrusts.
“ah— sion!” you cry out, your walls fluttering around him more consistently now. “fuck! sion please,” you pant.
“what’s wrong, baby?” sion asks, feigning concern. he knows exactly what’s wrong; he knows your body like the back of his hand, but just needs to hear you say it.
his head dips to the crook of your neck to nip at the skin and your arms fly around his shoulders, one of your hands finding its way in his hair to tug at the strands in an attempt to ground yourself.
“i— fuck! i’m gonna cum,” you’re gasping now, causing sion to speed up his thrusts as well as his fingers on your clit.
“y-yeah? gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he rasps. “gonna make a mess around my cock? you gonna show your boyfriend how much you love him, hmm?”
and that’s all it takes for the tension in your lower stomach to burst. the cry that leaves your mouth has your throat feeling raw, but you don’t care as sion’s teeth graze your neck, the skin muffling his moans as he paints your walls with his hot cum.
his lips leave your neck as his hips still, your walls still spasming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “always so good for me, angel,” sion mumbles, slotting your lips together as he rides out both of your highs.
after catching your breaths, and much reluctance, he finally pulls out of you. the sudden empty feeling and his fluids spilling out of you making you wince and groan at once.
“sion!” you whine, dragging out his name for emphasis, your face scrunching up as he chuckles at you.
“i know, baby. hold on,” he says, getting up to dampen a towel to clean you up. “come here, let’s get you cleaned up so we can cuddle.” his signature smile spreads across his face, his cheekbones rising with it.
you roll your eyes but are unable to avoid the corners of your lips turning up to mirror his own.
once you’re both clean and redressed in comfortable sleeping clothes, sion pulls you close to him, your back pressed against his front.
“have i made it up to you?” he asks, burying his face into the back of your neck.
“you have... and i’m sorry for getting upset with you earlier,” you pout, even though he can’t see your face. he shushes you and pulls you impossibly closer.
“don’t be sorry, beautiful. i know you just missed me,” sion mumbles, kissing your neck. “i’ll make sure you never miss me that much again, okay?”
you hum in response, the fatigue taking over as your eyelids shut, feeling nothing but love and reassurance as you fall asleep in sion’s arms.
tags: @rikupid @sminiac @be-my-sunrise ♡
thank you to my baby @rikupid for beta reading as always ♡
jaemin was so fucking desperate while he fucks you. when he has his hand around your neck, it's not to hold you down, but to hold onto you for dear life to keep you from slipping away? and he lets out the most desperate, breathy grunts, "that's it baby, that's it. c'mon baby take me deeper, please, please i need you." and jeno was the one all composed treating you like a pillow princess, but the degradation jumps out with him. he leans in to murmur in your ear, his deep voice is unmistakable, "that's it, such a good little slut for us. that's a good little whore. you just couldn't wait for us to fuck you, could you baby?" jaemin would be so desperate and whiny too he would whimper if you tell him it's too much "please baby just a little more i need it so bad" he’d also get off to u crying because hes a freak
you're crying from the overstimulation of cumming so much, tears streaming down your face, and he thinks you just look so fucking hot like that he keeps fucking you, both hands wrapped around your neck to make your sobs sound more choked and labored, all the while he's begging for you to "cum for me again baby. please, please cum right on my cock. make me feel good, fuck, please" and he's whining and his vision is getting all unfocused but he's trying to hard not to miss a moment of you completely coming apart for him and jeno would be the one to fuck you after, taunting you for wanting more maybe even throwing in a smug little chuckle too just to make you clench around him, even though you're spent. he would be so cocky cuz even though ur so fucked out from jaemin you still are so desperate for him and it would turn him the fuck on he would be straight up degrading you for being so needy calling you such a cockslut for still needing him more. and he'd take his time fucking you too, making you feel every inch of him. he'd be the type to put his hand on your lower belly so you feel how deep he is inside you
and then jeno fucking you while youre on ur back and jaemin joins in to rub your clit and kiss ur neck so u lose ur sanity a bit more because youre so cockdrunk you cant even think of anything other than them even better if he's kissing ur neck while whispering the nastiest shit to u and urging you to cum one last time
