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@bro-atz
i'm insane, but you can call me monster bro
i used to write, then i left, and now i'm back
i'm not reposting all of my previous fics— only the nsfw ones. any fics i release here on out are all nsfw. minors do not interact.
they/them, 25 ('01)
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choose
hongjoong
yunho
yeosang
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alr got some stuff in the works for san mingi hwa and wooyo
orange juice
in which: wooyoung knows that you and yunho are in an open relationship, so maybe there's room for him too.
pair: wooyoung/afab!reader
word count: 1.9k
content: sex, unprotected sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
Wooyoung knew that you and his roommate weren’t exclusive. While you weren’t seeing anyone else for the time being, his roommate would occasionally hook up with other girls every so often. Wooyoung asked you multiple times why you didn’t decide to do the same, and you would always tell him that it was because you didn’t find anyone else that appealing yet.
What you didn’t know was that Wooyoung kept asking you that question because he wanted to ask you out, but he couldn’t figure out exactly how to phrase it. Were you open to actually dating, or were you only looking for casual relationships like the one you had with his roommate? No matter how hard he tried to figure it out, he couldn’t, so Wooyoung just decided to keep his mouth shut because he didn’t want to lose his friendship with you.
There was one thing about your relationship with his roommate that bugged him though, and that was the fact that he could hear you both whenever you hooked up. You were both pretty loud, and everything that he could hear turned him the fuck on— and he was ashamed to say that he beat himself off a couple times when he heard your melodious moans and sighs through the thin walls of his apartment.
One morning, he woke up to hear the two of you giggling in his roommate’s bedroom. His eyebrow twitched with slight irritation the louder your giggling got. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that. He wanted to hear that laugh while you laid in his arms and hugged him close so early in the morning. Was that too much to ask?
Begrudgingly, Wooyoung got out of bed to get started with his day. He trudged to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stared mindlessly into the fridge. He didn’t know what to eat, so he just left the fridge open and continued to stare at the contents inside as his roommate entered the kitchen.
“Hey, if you’re not going to grab anything, close the fridge,” he lectured before closing the door in front of Wooyoung’s face.
“I was trying to figure out what to eat,” Wooyoung responded as he frowned.
“Well, don’t waste electricity.”
Wooyoung turned and faced his roommate, only to see that he was dressed and ready to head out. He looked at him, his face the epitome of a question mark.
“Where are you going this early in the morning?”
“I got a breakfast date. I’ll see ya later.”
With that, Wooyoung’s roommate left the apartment, leaving Wooyoung slightly flabbergasted. How could he just leave you here to go on a date with someone else? It felt wrong, but he wasn’t the one in an open relationship with you, so who was he to judge? Wooyoung turned back to the fridge and finally settled on grabbing a couple of fruits from the fridge and making himself a fruit salad.
He was peeling oranges when you sauntered into the area. You stifled a yawn and greeted him.
“Morning, Wooyoung,” you said sleepily.
“Morning…”
Wooyoung was still focused on the oranges when you sat in the bar stool at the end of the kitchen island. When you sat down, he finally looked up at you, and he immediately smirked as he popped an orange slice into his mouth.
“Did you sleep in my shirt? That’s hot,” Wooyoung said as soon as he laid eyes on you.
“Oh, yeah, sorry I borrowed— Sorry, did you just say “that’s hot”?” you stopped mid sentence as soon as Wooyoung’s words fully processed in your head.
“I mean, yeah. You usually wear Yunho’s shirts whenever you spend the night. The fact that you’re wearing mine… You look really hot, Y/N.”
Your face went red. You avoided eye contact with him and tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could barely let out a weak thank you, making the other man laugh at your reaction.
“You can’t take a compliment, Y/N?”
You kept your gaze on your lap as you shook your head. Wooyoung looked at you a little more closely, his heart skipping a beat as he suddenly felt a surge of courage course through his body. He wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and approached you. He held the bottom of your shirt, immediately making you snap your eyes to him.
“When are you going to give me my shirt back, then?” Wooyoung asked.
“Uh, I d-don’t— Sh-should I wash it first?” you stuttered.
“I don’t know… I kind of want my shirt back now.”
You blinked a couple of times, your brain unable to process what you were hearing. The words then flew out of your mind when he tugged your— his— shirt upwards slowly. You stared at him with wide eyes as he maintained eye contact with you, his intentions (finally) extremely clear to you.
“Is that okay?” Wooyoung asked. “Can I have my shirt back now?”
Gulping, you nodded. Wooyoung pulled the shirt off, revealing your bare breasts and leaving you in nothing but your panties. He let the shirt fall to the ground and immediately cupped your breasts, a soft exhale leaving your lungs as he massaged your breasts. You uttered profanities under your breath the more Wooyoung kneaded. He leaned in close to you, his lips teasing yours. You tilted your head and tried to kiss him, but he moved away right as your lips brushed his, making you whine slightly.
“You sure about that, Y/N?” Wooyoung asked teasingly. “You sure you want to cross this line with me?”
“Nngh, can you please just kiss me?” you complained.
“I want verbal confirmation from you, Y/N.”
“Yes, Wooyoung. I want to cross this line with you.”
Wooyoung smirked. He finally connected his lips to yours, electricity running through your body. You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair as you deepened the kisses, the man leaning into you to the point where you almost fell off the stool.
“Wait,” he whispered breathlessly as he moved his hands from your breasts to your waist.
He lifted you so that you were sitting on the kitchen countertop before smashing his lips against yours. He kissed you hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs and waist repeatedly as he restlessly made out with you.
“Fuck, Wooyoung!” you sighed as he trailed his kisses down your neck, his hand moving up to massage your breast again.
Wooyoung couldn’t even be bothered to respond— he was so focused on devouring and marking every part of you because he had been wanting this for God knows how long. With one hand on your breast, the other went into your panties, his fingers stroking your cunt roughly, impatiently. You could barely support yourself on the kitchen island, so you clung to him instead, your hands gripping his shoulders.
You whimpered and whined when Wooyoung moved away from you. He completely removed his sweatpants, revealing his red, throbbing cock raring to go before quickly pulling your panties off. You licked your lips and reached for him, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him close to you. Wooyoung smiled slyly before kissing you, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he rubbed his cock along your entrance. Your legs quivered every time the tip of his cock brushed against your clit, tingles spreading through your stomach the more he rubbed. While you loved the feeling, you needed more.
Luckily, Wooyoung was losing his patience as well. When he deemed you wet enough, he moved away from you so he could slide his cock inside you, making you press your hands flat on the countertop to support yourself. You moaned softly when you felt him enter you, the tingles only getting stronger. You leaned your head back and felt your mind start to empty out as Wooyoung began rutting into you. He moved one of your legs so that it was resting on his shoulder, giving him better access to your cunt.
“Fuck,” you heard him hiss, the sound of the profanity leaving his lips making every cell in your body react to him. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
You bit your lip and nodded, a whine leaving your lungs as you agreed with him. You had never heard your cunt sound quite like it did in that moment, squelching with every thrust from the man before you. You leaned back onto the counter top and moaned, your eyes fluttering close and filling the darkness with sparkles. You really were so close. You brought your hand in between your legs and rubbed your clit as Wooyoung focused on keeping his steady pace, the power of his hips only getting stronger. His hands went from your waist to your thighs so he could pull you close to him every time his hips moved. The added stimulation was just enough for you to push him away and let out a loud cry as you squirted onto the countertop, your arousal dripping off the edge and to the floor.
“F-Fuck, Wooyoung!” you cried as you creamed around his cock when he re-entered you, your legs trembling uncontrollably. He let go of your thigh, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands moved to your breasts to grip them tightly as his thrusts got faster. “ Yes, yes! J-Just like that!”
Wooyoung was grunting, high-pitched whines leaving him every so often as his thrusts got more sporadic. He was truly losing his mind— when you clenched your walls around his cock, he was pretty much ready to cum, but he didn’t want to stop, not when the friction between his cock and your cunt was filling him with insurmountable pleasure.
Yet, he was fucked when you pushed yourself up and quickly held onto him before smashing your lips against his. It certainly did not help that you were rolling your body towards him, changing his angle ever so slightly. As you kissed him, you took his lower lip in between your teeth and bit down lightly, completely breaking Wooyoung. He quickly held your waist and pulled you close as he thrust rapidly into you before cumming, the man moaning against your lips. He had actually tried to pull out before cumming, but you clenched your walls again, stopping him midway through. He came inside you, his cock shuddering as his seed spurt inside you.
“Ah… Fuck,” you moaned as your pleasure slowly died down. “That was so good…”
“Shit,” Wooyoung hissed as he pressed his head into your shoulder. “I came inside…”
“That’s okay, Wooyoung,” you responded as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind at all.”
“You sure?”
“With you, I’m always sure.”
Wooyoung let out a low exhale as he pulled out of you, his cum seeping out of your cunt and mixing with your arousal before dripping onto the ground. He was completely enamored with the way your red cunt was leaking white, his fingers spreading your lips open to let the rest of him drip out.
“Wooyoung, you’re making a mess,” you muttered with slight embarrassment as you tried to close your legs.
“My kitchen, my problem,” he replied immediately.
“Still…”
Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He ended up stopping, allowing you to close your legs and shed your embarrassment. When you slipped off the kitchen countertop and tried to situate yourself though, Wooyoung pinned you in place, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he leaned into you.
“Where are you going? I’m not finished with you yet.”
don't cross that line
in which: you have a dream about your best friend that shines him in a new light.
pair: jongho/afab!reader
word count: 7.3k
content: college au, sex, protected sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
“Listen, all I can really say is that if she wanted to do well on the project, she would’ve pulled her weight,” Jongho grumbled.
You and Jongho were getting lunch in between classes. The two of you usually talked about classes during your break, and that day, you decided to bring up the last group project that you worked on. Jongho had to carry his team while you ended up having a blast with your own, making him all the more salty.
“Yeah, but that’s no reason to make her cry,” you pointed out.
“It’s her fault for not doing the work.”
“Jongho, she was your girlfriend. You didn’t have to be so mean.”
“Was, thank God,” Jongho let out a sigh of relief. “Honestly this whole dating thing is such bullshit— I just want to get my degree and get out of here.”
“Wow. How romantic,” you said sarcastically and rolled your eyes.
“Shut up,” Jongho retorted while throwing a fry at your face. “It’s your fault I was dating her in the first place.”
“I said go on one date with her. No one told you to ask her to be your girlfriend.”
“Yeah, well… Shut up.”
You shrugged, a smug smile appearing on your face as you realized that you won that argument. Jongho took a bite of his burger, annoyance written all over his face as you rubbed your smug smile. Jongho chose to fully ignore you at that point, making you turn to your phone to see that you were going to be late for your next class if you didn’t haul your ass out of there.
“Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?” you asked him.
“Yeah. See ya,” Jongho responded with a nod and a light wave.
There was a Tuesday night tradition you, Jongho, and a couple other friends from school had— Trivia Night. One of your other friends worked at the bar that hosted the trivia, which is how you came to know of it in the first place.
That being said, even though you went for trivia, you guys never actually played. It was more of an excuse to go drinking in the middle of the week than anything, which meant every Tuesday, you and your friends were drinking way too much and screwing yourselves over for classes the next day.
“Hey, Joong!” you said, your words staring to slur together. “Let’s do a shot together.”
“Yeah! All of us!” your friend, Mingi, added as he hugged you from behind.
“Fine, last round, and then I’m sending you home,” Hongjoong replied while rolling his eyes, a playful smile on his face.
“Good idea. Y/N’s been getting a little handsy with me,” another friend, Yunho, said as he brushed your straying hand off his thigh— you couldn’t help it; you were an affectionate drunk.
The five of you clinked glasses and took your shots, Yunho and Jongho doing it with ease while you and Mingi made faces as the liquor burned your throats.
“Hey, so did you guys look into your classes for next semester?” Jongho asked.
“Not yet,” Yunho shook his head. “I’m guessing you have?”
“Yeah. We have to take the senior colloquium, so why don’t we all try for the same time and recitation? Keep us sane in our last semester of college.”
“Alright, that sounds good,” you giggled and hugged Jongho. “It’ll be fun to have a final class together.”
Mingi settled for nodding while also giggling. Jongho wanted to talk about the matter further, but you and Mingi were just far too gone to have a proper conversation at that point, so he just settled for talking to the group about it when you all were sober.
You were still clinging to Jongho as he sat quietly and thought about classes while sipping his beer, your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he was lost deep in thought, and your drunk self thought it was the perfect time to nuzzle your nose in his neck.
“Alright, we’re going home,” Jongho immediately declared.
“What? Why?” you complained as Jongho got out of your embrace and grabbed your arm to put over his shoulder.
“Because you’re done.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because I know. Let’s go home before you yak on the bar again,” Jongho shut you down and started dragging you out of the bar. “Yunho, let me know how much we owe you after you close the tab.”
“Will do!” Yunho responded cheerfully as he watched Jongho drag you away.
“Bye Yuyu, Mango, Joong!” you managed to say before leaving the establishment.
The walk home was atrocious for Jongho. You refused to walk in a straight line and kept trying to pull him towards any bar that you passed, and at some point, Jongho had enough and made you get on his back so he could piggyback you back to your apartment. His patience was wearing thinner as you started playing with his hair and tickling his neck, but you were his best friend, and you were drunk out of your fucking mind, so he was going to be there for you.
By the time Jongho got you home, you were practically falling asleep on his back— he had a very comfy back, not going to lie. He put you down right in front of your door, but instead of reaching for your keys, you slumped onto him, his chest catching you before you went tumbling down.
And then, you blacked out.
You woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover and absolutely no memory of how you got back from the bar in the first place— you remembered Jongho walking you home, but how you ended up in your bed was a complete mystery to you. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, that you did something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was, nor did you have the time to ponder it because you had to get your ass out of bed and onto campus.
Your first class was absolute torture, your headache intensifying as the lecture went on and on, and by the time the class was over, you were ready to fall over. You trudged out of the classroom to see your friends waiting for you— they usually waited for you after your Wednesday morning class so that all four of you could grab lunch— Yunho immediately pulling you in for a hug.
“You look like shit,” he commented while hugging you.
“Wow, really? I had no idea,” you responded with heavy sarcasm.
“What the fuck happened to you last night for you to look like this?” Mingi asked.
“I have no fucking clue,” you groaned. “All I remember is leaving the bar…”
But, your statement was drowned out by Mingi as he dramatically grabbed his chest and gasped, “Did you and Jongho go and drink more without us?!”
“Yeah, no. Y/N was too wasted for that,” Jongho shook his head. “I took her home directly.”
“I guess the hangover is only hitting so hard because I’m not as young as I used to be,” you sighed loudly.
“…We’re all in our early twenties. Shut up,” Yunho said while rolling his eyes.
“I dunno man, Jongho acts like an old man a lot,” Mingi said with a slight giggle. “I think he’s in his eighties.”
As the three boys bickered, your mind lingered on Jongho’s words. He took you home directly, and you remembered that, but… How the hell did you get into your apartment? And why was the weird feeling still lingering?
“Hey,” you pulled Jongho out of the argument and to the side, the two tall men still walking without realizing you and Jongho were no longer walking with them. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Jongho agreed, the two of you moving to the side of the hallway.
“Did… Did something happen last night?” you asked. “Because I have this nagging feeling that I did something, but I… I don’t know what.”
“Don’t worry about it, and just sleep it off,” Jongho replied. “Look, I gotta get to class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Right, yeah, okay…” you trailed off as Jongho left you standing there more confused than ever.
Because what did he mean by “don’t worry about it”? What the fuck did you do last night?
You decided to take matters into your own hands. After you were done with classes for the day, you went straight to the bar because, Goddammit, you needed answers or at least some clarity.
“Joong!” you called loudly the second you got into the bar. “I have a question for you!”
You plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools and looked at the bartender, a determined glint in your eye, but a heavy sigh on your lips.
“Geez, you look like shit,” Hongjoong commented on your appearance the second he stood in front of you.
“That seems to be the general consensus today… Ugh, anyway. Did I do something wrong last night?”
“What?” Hongjoong’s face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Like… Okay, I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have done last night,” you explained. “And I’m trying to figure it out.”
“You were fine here— well, you were shit-faced, and Jongho took you home, and that’s about it,” the bartender recollected. “You didn’t do anything outta pocket.”
“Okay… I still feel like… I’m missing something,” you grumbled to yourself, but the man could still hear you.
“Why don’t you ask Jongho since he walked you home last night?”
“See, I tried doing that, but he told me “don’t worry about it”,” you said, exasperated, while using air quotes. “What the fuck does that mean— What should I not worry about?!”
“I don’t know!” Hongjoong held his arms up as if you were holding him at gunpoint and demanding answers. “The only thing I can say is ask him again, or maybe sleep on it, and it’ll come to you.”
“So helpful,” you couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “Fine, I’ll sleep on it. Thanks for the help, Joong.”
You got off the stool and were about to head for the exit when the bartender asked, “So you’re not going to get a drink?”
“Are you fucking kidding— No! Bye, Joong!”
“Hey, Jongho?”
The two of you were sitting on your couch— Jongho came over after he finished his classes for the day.
“What’s up?”
“Are you sure I didn’t do anything that night?” you asked him, your voice slightly wavering.
“I told you not to worry about it,” he responded with a sigh.
“No, but I’m going to worry about it because I want to know!” you exclaimed. “You being all vague and shit about it just makes me more concerned, and I just need you to tell me for my own sanity.”
Jongho let out yet another sigh. He looked straight at you, his eyes meeting yours. You never realized how pretty his eyes were until you made proper eye contact, and the bigger his eyes got, the prettier they became. Then, you realized that his eyes were not getting bigger, but he was moving closer to you. You leaned backwards, your back hitting the arm rest as he pinned you against it, his light exhale flitting past your cheek.
“You really want to know?” he asked, his voice lower and softer than usual.
“I… I do. I do want to know.”
Shocks ran through your body when he caressed your face lightly, his dainty fingertips rubbing lightly against your ear. He leaned in closer to you, making you squeeze your eyes shut since you assumed that he was going to kiss you. Instead, he whispered in your ear, “You told me you loved me.”
He leaned away, allowing you to look at him with complete and utter shock. You tried to brush off the tension building in the room and between your legs as you responded as light-heartedly as you could, “But I always tell you that I love you.”
“Yes, but…” Jongho placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it upwards, his voice dropping even lower. “Last night, you told me that you meant it, that you were in love with me.”
Your jaw dropped. Your eyes darted back and forth, and your heart rate picked up as you tried to make sense of the situation— his words, his actions, and your body’s reactions.
“I— I did?” you whispered.
“Yes, and then,” Jongho’s voice also hushed to a whisper as he leaned close to you once more, his hand going further along your thigh, nearing your crotch. “You kissed me.”
“I… I— I,” you stammered, not a single coherent thought left in your brain.
Your brain only got emptier when you felt his soft lips against yours, your body immediately melting into his comfortable touch. You reciprocated his kiss, your hands unconsciously moving from his shoulders to his neck, bringing you closer to him. Your body lurched towards his when you felt his hand move around to your ass, the man firmly cupping it while his other hand slipped under your shirt and traced the curve of your waist, a soft moan playing on your lips.
“Just admit it,” he said softly with his lips still pressed against yours. “You love me, and I love you, too.”
His teeth got a hold of your lower lip and tugged it upwards as his hand started kneading your breast, making you gasp. Then, his patience started wearing thin. He lifted your shirt and moved your bra up to reveal your breasts, his mouth immediately going right for your nipple, and as he sucked, his hands pulled your pants down to reveal your soaking cunt. You were moaning loudly at that point, Jongho’s name barely rolling off your tongue.
When Jongho slipped his slender fingers into you, your entire body reacted. Your back arched, your toes curled, and your hands ran through his hair and gripped it tightly, his fingers pleasuring you greatly. He kept curling them inside you, searching for your G-spot, and once he found it, you cried loudly and sat up in bed.
In bed?
You looked around. Jongho was nowhere to be found, and you were in bed, awake. What the fuck… was that? You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and shifted in bed, only to feel something wet between your legs. You lifted your duvet to see that you were sitting on clean sheets, but soaking up your panties was your arousal.
Did you seriously just have a sex dream about your best friend?
You were mortified with yourself. For the rest of that week, you avoided Jongho like the plague because every single time you saw him, guilt pricked at your skin, brain, and heart. How could you dream of your best friend like that and then see him in the same way ever again? How were you supposed to act normal around him?
And so, you avoided the shit out of him. Seriously. You made sure to use the other exit from your classroom so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the group walking with you, and you ditched all of your regular spots because, fuck, you had no idea how you were going to be normal around him when you couldn’t even be normal with yourself before sleeping.
Because, truth is, that dream did something to you. Any time Jongho popped into your mind, your cunt would clench, and your body would rush with heat; and if you thought about him at night, you desperately had to do something about it. So, basically, every night, you were touching yourself while thinking about your friend— your best friend. What the fuck was wrong with you?
You were forced to meet with the group on Tuesday— Yunho left you a very long, very angry, very drunk voicemail telling you that if you didn’t show up on Tuesday, he was going to murder you. You doubted him, but when you heard Jongho and Mingi try to hold him back in the voicemail, you decided it wasn’t worth risking it.
You and Mingi were the first ones there, the two of you sitting in awkward silence as Hongjoong served you your drinks.
“Okay, um, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mingi asked after taking a solid sip of his beer.
“W-What do you mean?”
“You’ve been avoiding us all fucking week! Did we do something wrong, or like, do you hate us or—”
“Oh my God, Mingi, no,” you immediately assured the guy. “I wasn’t trying to avoid all of you! Just…”
“Just what?”
“I was avoiding Jongho…”
“What the fuck? Why?” Mingi’s tone went from accusatory to worried and sympathetic, making you relax a little bit.
“Okay, so, uh… The other night… I… I may or may not have had a sex dream about Jongho… And when I woke up, I just… I got super turned on.”
“Wait, was it a wet dream?”
“I don’t know… Can girls even have wet dreams?”
“Well… Sounds like a wet dream to me,” Mingi answered after pondering the idea for a little.
“Great. Either way, I can’t even look at him the same way anymore. Fucking kill me,” you groaned as you laid your head on the bar top.
“Wait, so why’d you even dream about it?”
“I don’t know, man! I’ve been friends with the guy for fucking years, and this is the first time I’ve ever dreamt about him like that— and what’s worse is that he was so fucking good in my dream! Ugh, I wanna die!”
Mingi, who found the whole ideal hysterical, was laughing his ass off as he watched you get more and more mortified by the second.
“Did you ever figure out what happened that night, Y/N?” Hongjoong entered the conversation, making Mingi’s laughter die down a little.
“No,” you sulked. “I never got the chance to ask him again… I asked him in that dream, though.”
That made Mingi laugh all over again. He was clutching his stomach and laughing until he started crying, and he continued to laugh his ass off even when Yunho arrived. Well, he was still laughing, but he was able to wheeze to Yunho, “Dude, listen to this—”
“Mango, shut the fuck up!” you kicked Mingi in the shin, although that did nothing to the guy.
“Y/N had a random sex dream about Jongho!” Mingi barely said before laughing all over again.
“Really?” Yunho asked— he didn’t seem surprised, though.
“Yeah,” you said sadly.
“Well, I guess it makes sense that you’d have a sex dream about him considering what you did,” Yunho pondered out loud.
Mingi stopped laughing, and you, Hongjoong, and Mingi all stared at the tall man, Hongjoong asking, “What the fuck did she do?”
“She kissed him.”
The three of you stared at Yunho with wide eyes and dropped jaws.
“What?!”
“Yeah, Jongho told me about it.”
Your brain, at that point, was erroring out as it tried to recollect the events of that night while Mingi, on the other hand, was so insulted.
“You knew about this and didn’t tell me?!” he asked, feigning injury.
“I thought he told you! What do you want me to do about it?”
“Just check in with me next time! We should share everything with each other, Yunho.”
Yunho and Mingi continued to bicker in the background as you finally, finally, remembered what happened that night.
“Y/N, you’re home,” he said quietly while standing you upright. “Where are your keys?”
“In my pocket," you said with a slight giggle— the jeans you had on actually had front pockets, so you usually stashed your keys in there so you wouldn’t have to wear a purse when you had those jeans on.
With a sigh, Jongho carefully dug into your pocket, his fingers lightly grazing your upper thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan; his action was so minimal and unintentional, but it still felt fucking good. God, you were definitely wasted.
Then, a crazy thought entered your drunken brain. You realized that you needed to thank Jongho for getting you home safe. Granted, it was his job as your best friend (not really, but what are friends for?) to make sure you made it home, but you still had to thank him, right? So, right after Jongho unlocked your door and opened it for you, you grabbed him by the collar, and you thanked him by kissing him.
To be honest, it was the world’s most anti-climactic kiss. Your lips just pressed against his, and that was it. When you moved away, you could see that Jongho was in complete shock, his jaw dropped slightly. His eyes were darting back and forth as he tried to decipher what the fuck you just did. His hands, which were previously on your shoulders, dropped to the side, limp.
That’s when you made the situation worse. You pulled him towards you again and kissed him properly. It was a gentle kiss, your lips enveloping his upper lip, your hand moving from his collar to his neck to make the kiss the slightest bit more sensual. And, to your surprise, you felt his hands on your waist. He reciprocated the kiss, bringing his body closer to yours as he kissed you more passionately. You were practically melting in his arms the longer he kissed you, your brain officially erroring out as you lost yourself in him.
When the chain of kisses ended, you found yourself dazed. You truly didn’t know what to say or do, so you just patted his chest and whispered, “I… Uh… Good night, Jongho…”
Jongho seemed unfazed, as if he wasn’t just making out with you seconds prior. He nodded and patted your head while responding, “Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”
“Yeah, you too…”
Brain fuzzy, you crashed in your bed, your face still rosy and your lips slightly sore from kissing your best friend. Your best fucking friend.
You buried your face in your hands when you realized what you did, your mind chanting “what the fuck?” over and over again. You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, but there was no way you were going to be consoled so easily.
“Y/N, don’t worry about it. It was a tiny mistake,” Hongjoong said softly. “We all know that you’re not usually like that.”
“I’m sick and tired of people telling me not to worry about it,” you groaned. “And being drunk is not an excuse… I… What do I do?”
The four of you were silent until Yunho said quietly, “I think you should just talk to him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just talk it through. You guys are best friends, and I don’t like seeing the two of you avoiding each other.”
“Wait,” your head snapped up. “What do you mean each other? I thought I was avoiding him…”
“Why do you think he’s not here right now?” Yunho pointed out.
You gaped. Trivia was about to start soon, and Jongho was nowhere in sight.
“Where is he?”
All you did was kiss the guy, but you felt the guilt weighing on your shoulders not just because of the kiss but because of everything else you did following the kiss. The guy was your best friend for crying out loud. If it was just the kiss, you would’ve apologized immediately, and all would’ve been well, but the dreams just made it so much harder for you to do anything— even knocking on his apartment door was fucking difficult.
You somehow mustered the courage to do it, and after a couple of seconds, Jongho answered the door. He was wearing his standard class outfit: jeans, a hoodie, and a jean jacket; but he looked so fucking hot, so boyfriend material in them, that your heart actually skipped a beat or two.
“Hey,” Jongho spoke first, pulling you out of your head before you could spiral into a dizzy daydream.
“H-Hey, uh… Can I come in?”
Holding the door open, Jongho invited you in. You walked in hesitantly, awkwardly. You’d been in his apartment so many Goddamn times, so you shouldn’t have been so timid, but your anxiety truly got the better of you.
The two of you ended up taking a seat at his tiny dining table, the man sitting across from you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you looked down and tried to spit out something, anything.
“So…” you finally uttered. “I wanted to apologize.”
“For what?” Jongho genuinely sounded confused.
“I got really drunk the other night—”
“Y/N, it’s fine. I told you not to worry about it.”
“No! It’s not fine, Jongho,” you shook your head. “I— I came onto you, which was totally not cool of me, and I’m really sorry for that. I don’t like that you’re uncomfortable around me, which is totally valid considering what I did, but like… You’re my best friend, and it’s so weird that we’re avoiding each other like this…”
“Wait… Huh?”
“What?”
“I didn’t think you remembered, which is why I told you to not worry about it,” Jongho explained.
“I mean, I didn’t at first, but then it came rushing back to me like just now at the bar after Yunho told me what I did, and God, I feel awful for doing that to you,” you rambled.
“Why do you feel awful?”
“Because I kissed you without consent…? Isn’t that why you were avoiding me?”
“That… That wasn’t nonconsensual, Y/N…” Jongho started mumbling as the tips of his ears turned red.
“What… Um, what do you mean, Jongho?” you asked in a small voice.
“I mean…”
Jongho pressed his lips together and looked away, his ears turning redder as he ran his fingers through his hair. The guy was embarrassed as fuck, but he still managed to look so attractive that it made your heart, and your cunt, clench hard. He left his hand on the back of his head as he brought his gaze back to you.
“I kissed you back…”
Your jaw dropped slightly. Stammering, you asked, “S-So… What, uh.. What does that mean?”
“That I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I like you. And I was avoiding you because… Well, I didn’t want you to know that I, uh, had feelings… For you…”
Your face erupted into flames. You looked straight down at your lap, your eyes darting back and forth as you tried to make sense of the situation. The two of you were absolutely silent as clouds of embarrassment and slight tension filled the room.
“Wait…” Jongho broke the silence. “So, if you just remembered, then why were you avoiding me?”
“O-Oh… Because…” you forced yourself to get the words out— knowing him, he wouldn’t let you go without a proper explanation, and there was no way you were going to be able to lie to him at that point. Plus, even if you didn’t tell him, Mingi was going to, and it was definitely better that you told him than your dumbass friend.
“Spit it out, Y/N,” Jongho said, his voice breaking you out of your trance.
“Right.. Because I, uh… I had a sex dream about you… And now I can’t… Not see you… In… That… Way…”
And with that, you buried your face in your hands, trying to extinguish the red on your face; you could practically feel steam leaving your ears because of how embarrassed you were.
Jongho, meanwhile, was completely taken aback, but in the best way possible. If you were dreaming about him in that sense, did that mean you liked him back? That the feelings were mutual? That the kiss actually meant something whether you realized it or not?
While you were dying of embarrassment, Jongho hugged you— he thought he was reassuring you, but it only made you more shy and a little turned on feeling the way he hugged you securely to his surprisingly firm yet soft chest (you hugged him all the fucking time, so why you were only noticing it now was a mystery to you). You were so ready to let out a squeal— more like a dying dolphin noise— of embarrassment when you felt him choke down a chuckle and start petting your hair. Goddammit, was he trying to drive you insane?
Luckily, Jongho didn’t push the topic further (yet). The embarrassment slowly died down, and when you felt your heart unclench, you timidly hugged him back, and once you calmed down enough, he let go of you. Then, he fucking made your heart skip a million beats when he brushed your hair out of your face and looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen on him. You had seen him with plenty of girlfriends in the past, but this was the first time you had ever seen him display so much affection— and for you, of all people.
At some point, the two of you migrated to his sofa where you were sipping on water on one end of the long sofa and he was sitting in the arm chair next to the sofa like a fucking king. You had to keep your eyes on your water because if you got even the tiniest glimpse of his thighs and the way he was manspreading, you would fully combust.
“Y/N,” Jongho asked, his voice softer than ever.
“Yes!” you sat up attentively. “I-I mean, yeah…?”
You for sure thought Jongho was going to laugh at your actions, but he didn’t. He looked like everything was normal, but his ears were bright red once again.
“So…” he started. “In this dream… What happened?”
You choked on your water. You knew he was going to ask at some point, but you didn’t think he would actually ask you. You set the cup of water down on the coffee table in front of you and sighed softly before explaining the dream to him.
And as you explained your dream to him, Jongho’s face didn’t change in the slightest. He took all of your words in and just kept nodding, making it a little easier for you to tell him. Finally, after you finished retelling your dream— you only told him the dream that started all because God forbid he ever found out about you touching yourself while thinking about him in your dreams— he nodded and said, “Oh, wow… Hopefully, I live up to the way you dream made me out to be… Well, only if you’re okay with that.”
You blinked and froze, the words slowly starting to sink in. Was he asking for consent? Oh my God, did he want to fuck you?!
Without realizing it, you nodded slowly, your body taking over your mind. Then, you whispered, “I’d… I’d like to experience it for real…” giving him the verbal consent that he wanted.
Jongho held out his hand, willing you to hold it. He tugged your hand to make you get up and stand before him, and before you knew it, you were straddling him, your ass pressing against his knees. He was looking up at you with the softest, sparkliest eyes that you’d ever seen on him, making your heart skip a beat but in a way that was different from the way your wet dream version of him did.
With one hand on your back and the other weaving his fingers through your hair, Jongho led your head to meet his, his lips pressing against yours softly. He kissed you slowly, passionately. You were holding onto his shoulders at first, only for you to move your hand to his face and cup his cheek, the kisses deepening, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you felt your body slowly start to heat up.
His hands moved from your hair and back to your thighs, the palms of his hands rubbing against your clothed thighs so slowly and sensually that electricity zapped through all of your nerves. He let out little gasps and groans in between your kisses, his fingers pressing into your thighs when you tugged upwards on his lower lip.
Jongho was a lot more calculative with his actions in real life than in your dreams. His hands trailed from your thighs to around your butt, only to rest on the small of your back, his fingers teasing you by tugging at the waistband of your pants but not actually moving them down. You whined lightly against his lips, your hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket to get him to stop teasing you and start stripping both you and him down.
What sold him on moving faster was not the threat of your grip, but the way you were rolling your hips into him, the slightest movement making the bulge in his pants grow bigger and tighter; and it certainly did not help when you ran your fingers along his neck, one finger lingering on the little mole on his neck.
His intensity increased immediately. His hands went under your thighs and shifted you so that you were straddling only one of his thighs. He pushed down on your waist so that you were fully sitting on his thigh before running his hands up your shirt, his fingers brushing along the sensitive spots on your back.
The two of you only stopped kissing when you forced him to take off his jacket and when he helped you get out of your shirt, his eyes scanning your body as you tossed the shirt to the side.
“W-What? What is it?” you whispered, suddenly self-conscious and slightly reluctant to take your bra off.
“You’re stunning, Y/N,” he breathed out, his hands tracing the curve of your waist.
The compliment made you all sorts of shy all over again, making you bury your face in the nook of his neck. Jongho used that opportunity to unhook your bra, the straps slipping off your shoulders the second the band released. You ended up slipping the bra off, leaving your entire torso exposed. You felt the blush on your face get more intense when his hands and lips roamed your body, the man’s eyelashes fluttering as he left tiny, soft kisses along your skin.
Your hips resumed rolling, your clothed cunt rubbing along his thigh as his hands cupped and clutched your breasts. His hands kneaded your breasts continuously as he left little pink marks along your collarbone, chest, cleavage; and finally, when his mouth found your nipples, his hands moved back to your ass and held the underside of your ass securely as he sucked and nibbled on your tit.
“Jongho!” you cried as you flung your head back. “I— Angh— I—!”
You couldn’t form a single thought the second he started moving the waistband of your pants down. The only thing you could do was forcibly move his head up so that he was forced to look into your eyes, his dark hair covering his sparkling eyes slightly.
“I want you to fuck me already,” you whispered— more like whimpered— while grasping the collar of his shirt.
Wordlessly and effortlessly, Jongho stood up with you in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around him as he carried you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed gently before starting to slowly remove his own clothes.
It was dark in his room, but thanks to the moonlight and the lights from the city, you were able to see his muscles and toned body reveal themselves as the clothes came off, and when he took off his pants, you saw that his cock, his girthy cock, was impatient and ready to go— you couldn’t even imagine the amount of self-restraint he was using if his cock was that red and angry.
Jongho turned to his nightstand and produced a condom. He tore the packet open and tossed it somewhere before rolling the condom on and getting on the bed next to you.
“C’mere,” he whispered as he laid down.
Soon, you were straddling him once more, your wet cunt hovering above his erect cock. At first, you thought he was going to ask you to ride him, but instead, he pulled your arms down so that you were essentially pinning him down, his lips making contact with yours as your chest pressed against his. His fingers ran through your hair and held the back of your head as he pushed your face closer to his, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.
You were so distracted by his tongue dancing with yours that you didn’t even realize his hands moved to your ass and his cock, lining up your entrance with the tip before pushing you down slowly, the girth of his cock spreading you so wide that you thought you were going to tear.
You cried against his mouth as he filled you up, your ass pressing against his thighs as he remained still inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around his fat cock, making him sharply inhale in between kisses, a little grunt escaping him shortly thereafter.
After a couple of seconds, you were able to relax your pussy just enough to start moving comfortably, your ass slapping his waist lightly as you moved your waist up and down. You moved slowly and gently at first as you moaned against Jongho’s lips, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples getting more sore by the second.
But, you were going a little too slow for the man underneath you. His hands, still on your ass, held onto you tightly as his waist jerked upwards. Your ass slapped against his waist so hard that the sound echoed in the room, and it felt so fucking good that your lips left Jongho’s so you could cry out in pleasure.
Jongho wanted to hear those cries more, so he continued to ram his waist upwards, and as he did so, he moved your ass so that he was continuously rubbing against your G-spot, making your orgasm arrive way sooner than you expected. You moaned loudly and dropped your head into the nook of his neck as you came, your cunt creaming around his dick.
You were panting heavily as Jongho sat up, his cock still deep inside you. Yet, he didn’t move. You remained seated on his lap as he gave you a second to recover and blink the stars out of your eyes as he moved his lips to your neck, peppering small kisses along your soft skin. His arms wrapped around you, his fingers pressing lightly into your waist and back, his nails tickling you ever so slightly. You rested your arms on his shoulders and let out euphoric sighs as he kissed you all over, leaving the occasional pink mark on your skin as he worked his way around the blank canvas of your body.
He started leaning into you the more he kissed you until he had you pinned to the bed. He was hovering above you when your back settled into the mattress, his hands laid flat right above your shoulders. The two of you just stared at each other, your mouths slightly open as you breathed in unison. Jongho’s hair was covering his eyes slightly, but you could still see them sparkle as he gazed into your eyes. His soft touch brushed against your temple as he moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear before cupping your face and kissing your lips lightly, a small smile appearing on his face.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him closer to you, your lips yearning for him to kiss you more deeply, more passionately; and your waist shifted slightly and impatiently as you waited for him to fuck you. The second he locked lips with you again, his hips gyrated into yours, the light slaps of your waist meeting his filling the room.
Jongho’s pace slowly started speeding up, and the intensity of his thrusts increased exponentially as your cunt started taking the shape of his cock. Your insides started heating up to the point where you thought the friction was going to start a fire within you, and every time his waist rammed into yours with a satisfying slap, you let out a gasp mixed with a moan, your head pushing back further into the mattress.
Your legs wrapped around his waist completely, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. Jongho kept gasping your name softly as his orgasm neared, the melodic sound of your name leaving his lips making your body tingle all over and your toes curl. You hugged him even closer to you so that his chest was against yours and his nose was rubbing against the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jongho gasped as you clenched around him.
You bit your lower lip and nodded, stars reappearing in your vision. Just seeing you bite your lower lip was enough for him. Jongho snapped his hips into yours with such force that made you cum hard, your walls fluttering as your arousal squirted out. Jongho, meanwhile, also came, his cock twitching as his cum filled the condom.
As you recovered from your high, Jongho pulled out and removed the condom before stroking himself a couple more times, ropes of cum decorating your torso as he finished completely on you, a groan of pleasure and relief rumbling in his chest. Then, wordlessly, he got off the bed and disappeared into his apartment.
You were able to push yourself up by the time Jongho returned with towels and water. He handed you the glass, and you took tiny sips of the water as you watched him wipe you down.
“Tell me something,” he said to you. “Was that as good as your dream?”
Jongho looked up at you as he waited for you to respond. So, you cupped his face and led him towards you to leave a lingering kiss on his lips.
“No, it was better.”
You thought you would be waking up from another dream, but no. This time, when you woke up, you woke up to see your best friend’s sleeping face right in front of yours, his soft features relaxed and beautiful. He looked so peaceful, so pretty while sleeping that it kind of made you jealous that he could look like fucking Sleeping Beauty.
You shifted slightly, immediately making the sleeping man hug you closer to his bare chest, his soft skin making you shiver slightly. And when you felt his gentle exhale flit past your ear before he buried his nose in your hair, every single nerve in your body tingled happily.
As Jongho continued to sleep, you observed him, your eyes landing on the little freckle on his neck. You absentmindedly traced your nail along it lightly, tickling him and subsequently waking him up.
“Mmm, good morning,” he uttered, his low morning voice echoing in your ear.
You’d had many sleepovers with him in the past, and you’d heard his morning voice many, many times in the past, but having him talk right into your ear like that was too sexy, too stimulating for you that early in the morning, your heart and cunt fluttering.
“Good morning, Jongho,” you whispered back.
Hugging you even closer, Jongho let out a happy exhale before leaving the faintest of kisses on your temple, making your heart skip and making you realize that you were falling for him.
But he didn’t need to know that. Not yet, anyway.
i don’t think y’all are ready for the new fics i got in the works
jungkook x mingyu x san anyone?
i don’t think y’all are ready for the new fics i got in the works
freestyle lap
in which: you desperately want to be jongho's little cum slut
pair: jongho/afab!reader
word count: 2.1k
content: sex, public sex, pool sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
summer boys series: wooyoung | san | jongho
You were sitting in the shallow end of the pool as you watched him swim around. It was hot as fuck outside, and Jongho suggested that the two of you go swimming, but it was so hot that you simply did not feel like swimming. The shallow end of the pool was in a nice, shady area, so you opted to stay there while you watched Jongho have the time of his life.
Since you were in the water, you could only watch him. You didn't dare bring a book in or near the water, and your phone was sitting safe and sound in the locker room, so you literally had nothing to do. Well, you did have your imagination to keep you entertained, which was running wild the longer you watched Jongho swim around.
He swam over to you and fully submerged himself in the water before resurfacing and brushing his hair out of his face. You watched his biceps flex as he slicked back his hair, and you saw his chest move somewhat heavily as he let out a deep exhale. Your insides flipped and tumbled when you saw how fucking sexy he looked, and you yourself felt winded just beholding his devilish good looks.
"Honey, aren't you hot just sitting here?" Jongho asked as he leaned against the edge of the pool, his arm resting on the ledge. "The water is so nice and cool— you should at least try swimming."
"I'm okay..." you barely managed to say. "Just watching you is enough."
"I know you're in the shade, but I feel like it's just hotter sitting here," Jongho continued to try and convince you to swim.
"It is really hot..." you murmured.
You spaced out, your eyes lingering on his refined muscles and his broad shoulders. Jongho seemed to still be talking to you, but all you could really focus on was the way the water lapped around his naked torso. How you wouldn't give to be pressed right against him, his arms wrapping securely around you, his waist pressing against yours. You desperately needed him against you, but there was no way you were going to be able to tell him that with a straight face.
"Honey?"
"Uh-huh..."
"What's going on with you?"
"Uh-huh..."
Jongho had it at that point. He stood right in front of you and snapped his fingers in front of your face, finally bringing you back to reality. Seeing him that close to you made your entire body jolt, and your fingers and toes tingled the closer he got to you. You were so ready to just fall over when he brought the back of his hand to your face.
"Oh God, your face is flushed, but you don't seem to have a fever... Maybe we should head back inside. I think the sun may be getting to you."
"It's not the sun getting to me, though," you whispered when Jongho grabbed your arm and turned around to drag you out of the pool.
He froze and he faced you once more. He walked forward quickly, making you scurry backwards until your back was pressing against the wall. Jongho pinned you in place, his chest extremely close to yours.
"What's going on, honey?" Jongho asked in a low voice.
You nearly shivered— Jongho sounded so hot whenever he dropped the octave of his voice. You were practically drowning in horny hormones at that point. Shifting uncomfortably, you whispered, "I... Uh..."
You felt your face get hotter as you thought about the things you wanted to ask him shamelessly.
I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you to use me and abuse me until I can't stand anymore. I want you to remind me who I belong to and make sure I never forget.
However, those crude words would never leave your mouth— at least not sober. Thankfully, Jongho seemed to finally catch onto what was going through your mind, a smirk, crossing his face. He closed the distance between you and actually pressed his chest against yours. He leaned into you, his lips near your ear.
"If you want that, you can just ask, honey."
"You know I can't shamelessly ask like that... I'm too shy..."
"Sure, that's why you were staring at me like a piece of meat or something. Don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me while I was swimming."
Jongho's hands moved down to your waist. He held you with a firm grasp as he nuzzled his face into the nook of your neck, his lips occasionally pressing against your flushed skin. You held onto his shoulders and let out soft sighs as you felt his kisses trail along the curve of your neck down to your shoulder.
"If you knew, then why didn't you say anything?" you whined slightly.
"I wanted to see you squirm, honey. It's not fun if I don't get to tease you."
Jongho's hands went from your waist to your ass, his fingers pressing into your skin and making your bottoms ride up a little as he pulled upwards. You let out pleasureful sigh after pleasureful sigh the more he peppered kisses all over your upper body and the more he felt you up. Your grip on his shoulders got weaker when you felt his waist press against yours, electricity running through your body when you felt his hard on prod through his swim shorts.
"Now, honey, do you want to tell me what you want me to do to you, or would you like me to order you around like the cum slut you are?" Jongho whispered gruffly into your ear once his lips made their way back up.
"The latter please."
Jongho pulled away from you, and you saw his eyes darken. His jaw momentarily tensed before he pressed his lips feverishly against yours, sweeping you away into a world of bliss. Your fingers ran through his hair as you moved your hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck. The two of you kept making impatient sighs and grunts in between each sloppy kiss, the water around you beginning to move a little more as you both got antsier. It was when Jongho's fingers pushed the waistband of your bottoms down did you break off the infinite chain kisses and look at him with helpless, half-lidded eyes.
"Get out of the pool now," Jongho ordered.
You did as he said as quickly as possible, the man following closely behind. You didn't know where to go, so you stopped and looked around, only for Jongho to grab your arm and lead you to the lounge chairs near the edge of the pool. He sat down first before pulling you towards him, making you straddle him. You held onto his shoulders and lowered your ass onto his knees as he held your neck and pulled you back in to shove his tongue down your throat.
Jongho's fingers pressed into your neck, making you slightly light-headed as he continued to kiss you so rashly that you had absolutely no time to breathe. You felt like you were going to pass out, but you knew that there was no way Jongho was going to take it so far.
At some point, Jongho did have to let go of your neck so that he could remove your bikini. He untied your top first, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he released the strings. Your top flopped forward as Jongho ran his finger down your spine, making you arch your back slightly. He made quick work of the remaining strings, the top completely falling with a slosh. He then ran his hands along the curve of your waist before pushing down the waistband of your bottoms once more. He was only able to move the wet fabric over your ass and tuck it under since you were still kneeling on either side of him.
"Take them off."
You nodded and stood up. Both your top and bottoms fell to the ground, Jongho quickly slipping his own swim shorts off in the process. Before you could go back to straddling the man, he leaned forward and grabbed both of your arms. Your back continued to face him as he pulled you backwards, your ass landing on his thick thighs as you sat down, your legs still firmly on the ground.
That's when you realized Jongho read your fucking mind earlier.
"Sit on my cock, honey," he told you as you felt his cock twitch and press against your back.
Jongho still had both of your arms behind your back, so while you moved up, Jongho held his thick cock in place. You felt the tip rub against your wet folds, and once he was right at your entrance, you sat down slowly. You felt your walls spread wide as you lowered yourself on him, a deep sigh escaping your lungs as you felt him fill you up.
"Mmm, fuck," Jongho groaned blissfully. "Now move for me, why don't you?"
With shaky legs, you managed to start moving on his cock. At first, you were worried about Jongho fucking you on the poolside out in the open where anyone could see; luckily for the two of you, there wasn't a single soul around, nor was there a camera in sight— plus, with the added protection of the umbrella above you, you had no reason to worry. That being said, you still tried to keep your erotic noises to a minimum while Jongho, on the other hand, didn't give a tiny rat's ass about how loud he was.
You seemed to be moving too slowly for him— you could only move so fast because every time you sat down on his lap, you wanted to remain seated because your legs could barely support you at that point. So, Jongho thrust his hips upwards suddenly, making you cry out.
"F-Fuck, Jongho!" you choked out as he continuously rammed his hips upwards into yours without mercy, your voice wavering when you felt him reach over your thigh and between your legs to brush his fingers against your sore clit. "Y-You're going so fast!"
"Don't you dare tell me to slow down," Jongho chuckled. "I thought you wanted this."
"I do! Fuck me harder, Jongho!"
Jongho released your arms from his grasp and pushed you up, making you whimper as his cock left your body. He quickly moved you so that you were kneeling on the lounge chair before shoving his cock quickly inside you once more. His waist slammed into yours hard, making you go from your hands to your elbows immediately.
Your sanity completely left you as Jongho quite literally fucked your brains out. You were moaning and crying loudly with every thrust while occasionally yelping whenever you felt the palm of his hand make intense contact with your ass.
"You like that, don't you?" Jongho teased you as he slapped your ass again.
You nodded and hummed in approval before you pressed your lips together and dropped your head down. However, Jongho didn't like that. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled, making you move your head up. He forced you to keep your head up as he continued to rut into you powerfully, the slaps of his waist against yours starting to get drowned out by the sound of blood rushing to your ears.
"J-Jongho!" you sobbed as you felt his cock brush against your G-spot so many times that you felt your orgasm building. "I'm c-close!"
Jongho immediately pulled out, two of his fingers going in their place. He fingered you quickly and roughly, the curve of his fingers inside you too much to handle. You cried out loudly as his fingers fucked you just right, making you cum hard. Your legs trembled, and your ass shook in the air as you squirt all over Jongho's hand, legs, and the lounge chair beneath you.
Without giving you a chance to properly recover, Jongho slid his cock back inside you, and he continued hammering away into your sensitive cunt. You could hear his own groans getting higher in pitch, and you could feel his pace begin to slow down but his power remained the same.
"You want me to fill you up, don't you?" Jongho grunted out. "You're just my little cum slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am, Jongho," you whined. "Cum inside me, please."
Jongho didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing your waist, he thrust into you several more times quickly before groaning loudly. You felt his cock twitch and throb inside you as his cum spurt out quickly, filling you with his white seed. When Jongho pulled his cock out, he spread your ass wide to watch his cum leak out and trail down your leg, making his shiver and slowly get hard again.
"Fuck, honey," Jongho chuckled. "Wear your suit, and let's get out of here. I'm not done fucking you just yet."
ripple effect
in which: you and san want to see who can break the other first in the pool
pair: san/afab!reader
word count: 1.8k
content: sex, pool sex, public sex, unprotected sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
summer boys series: wooyoung | san | jongho
San started it.
He started it the second he brought you to a very private resort— so private that you were the only two people there. He did tell you that you would be going swimming, but you didn’t think that it would be in such a nice fucking place by the tropical beach.
San told you get changed and that he’d meet you by the pool of the resort. You took your time getting ready since you did want to doll yourself up for him. You had this really cute gold bikini set that you had been dying to try out, so once San left you alone, you got ready. You tied the bikini bottom, the strings resting all the way up on your waist, accentuating your legs. Not going to lie, you struggled slightly with the top because you kept making it too tight around your neck, and one wrong move would allow your breast to pop out. After you got completely situated, you threw on the matching sarong around your waist and quickly made your way out to where San was.
When you got out, you saw San sitting at the edge of the pool. His legs were chilling out in the water as his hands were on either side of him supporting him as he leaned back, his abs bright as fucking day. You nearly gagged when you saw his chest swell up as he took a deep breath. He smiled the second he saw you, only for that smile to immediately drop. His eyes followed you as you went to one of the lounge chairs and sat down, and they remained on you as you sat far across the pool from him.
Either of you had yet to speak. San slipped into the water and completely submerged himself before resurfacing. He pushed his wet hair out of his face, his muscles rippling. You had to bite you tongue as you watched him intentionally try to turn you on— but the joke was on him because you were turned on the second you saw him merely existing by the pool. He pressed his back against the wall of the pool and rested his arms on the edge before puffing his chest out as he stretched his back.
Your legs, which were up as you were kind of hugging your knees to your chest, extended onto the full length of the lounge chair. You watched his eyebrow twitch when you crossed your legs stretched your arms up so that you could puff your chest out.
The two of you were practically in a showdown at that point, waiting for the other to break. San thought he had you when he turned his head to the side to show off his ridiculously sharp jawline, but you had him by the balls the second you removed the sarong from your waist and started putting sunscreen on. You focused on covering every inch of your body, and you did a thorough job until you realized you had yet to get your back. You officially won when you turned around and pressed your chest into the lounge chair, the sight of your ass in the air taking the cake.
“Sweetheart, do you need help with the sunscreen?” you heard San ask in an extremely low voice.
“Yes, please, that would be so helpful.”
San grabbed the tube from you, and you waited several seconds as he coated his hands in sunscreen. Just as he was about to apply it, he realized that your bikini strings were in the way. Rather than ask you to untie them, he grazed his canines along your spine before untying the string with his teeth. You did your best to not react to what he was doing, and you nearly did when you felt the cool sunscreen on your back, his large hands kneading it into your skin.
Unfortunately, you moaned slightly when you felt his hands move to your lower back, and San was winning again. At that point, though, you had given up because every single cell of your body craved every part of him. You sighed sensually when he ran his hands along the curve of your waist, and your breathing hitched when you felt his hands go around and cup your breasts.
“You… Haa, San!” you moaned when you felt his fingers rub over your nipples.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” San teased you, his lips by your ear. “You should’ve been expecting this the second you decided to wear this bikini.”
San’s hands suddenly retreated, only for them to turn you around so that you were on your back again. You reached back and untied the string around your neck, allowing San to have complete access to your breasts. He licked a stripe up one of them before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, and his tongue swirled around your tit before his teeth nibbled on it. You sighed and held the back of his neck as he switched breasts. As he sucked, he placed his large hand on your stomach, his fingers making your entire body react as they tiptoed to your waist.
“San, please,” you sighed helplessly. “I need more…”
The water from his swim shorts dripped onto your stomach as he pushed himself up and hovered above you. He ran his fingers from your ankle and up your leg as he pressed his knee between your legs. While maintaining eye contact with you, he untied one of the strings that rested on your hip. You were starting to squirm impatiently underneath him the longer he took with the insanely sensual foreplay. Luckily, San picked up on that, and after running two of his fingers over your slightly exposed crotch, he figured that he could speed things up. He quickly untied the string on the other side and bunched up as much of the fabric as he could before pulling it out from under you and letting it fall on the side, his eyes still locked on yours.
You gazed into his dark, lust filled eyes before he closed the distance between you and kissed you passionately. You held onto his neck and shoulders as the kisses somehow managed to intensify. One of his hands held your waist tightly while the other pulled his swim shorts down just enough to release his hard, throbbing cock. He sucked hard on your lower lip and tugged upwards as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds. It was when he stopped kissing you did San shove the entirety of his fat cock into you, making you choke out a cry. You dug your fingers into his skin as he bottomed out because, no matter how many times he fucked you, you would never get used to his size.
“You doing okay, sweetheart?” San asked with a soft voice in stark contrast to his intense actions just moments before.
You nodded and exhaled slowly before San started moving. There was a distance between his chest and yours as he rolled his hips into yours steadily, your body occasionally shifting upwards when he randomly thrust just a little harder into you.
“You’re lucky that no one else is here, sweetheart,” San breathed out. “Because if another man saw you in that, I would have to kill him.”
The words were so threatening, but it still made your heart flutter a little. Well, it was either the words or San’s cock diving deep inside you that made you tingle, but it was definitely him that affected you that way.
“You’re too sexy for your own good, sweetheart,” he continued. “You better dress like that only in front of me, got it?”
“Yes— Ah! Y-Yes, San,” you yelped when he suddenly snapped his waist into yours.
San smirked at you before kissing you again, his tongue entering the mix this time. You arms wrapped over his shoulders, and your nails sank into his skin when he started ramming his hips into yours. You could tell San was close because of the way his grunts started getting higher in pitch and because of his quickening pace.
“Fuck, sweetheart— Nngh! I’m gonna fill you up, and you’re going to take every last bit of me, right?”
“Mmhmm!” you responded as you bit your lower lip
Lowering himself again, San forced you to untuck your lip by pulling down on it with his own teeth.
“I want to hear you say it out loud.”
“Ye-es, San! I’ll— Angh!”
You didn’t get to finish your thought. San sat up and grabbed your waist. He slammed his hips into yours, and you felt his cock throb and twitch inside you. A long groan left his lungs as his cum spurt into you.
As his seed collected inside you, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointment— you yourself were close to cumming ass well, but you didn’t get there quite yet. However, San was never one to leave you disappointed. When he pulled out, you could see that he was still pretty hard, and you only got that fleeting glance of his red, throbbing cock before he flipped you over. He pulled your ass up and stuffed his cock back inside you without warning. You cried out in both shock and pleasure when you felt his cock fill you up again.
“Your pussy was made for my cock, sweetheart,” San commented as he grabbed your ass. “It’s swallowing me so fucking perfectly— this pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
You knew that San wanted a response from you, but he was fucking you so senseless that the only thing you knew how to do was moan and cry.
San groped your ass before smacking it up. You whimpered every time he smacked your ass, the sting making you feel so much more pleasure. He then moved his hands to your waist and leaned over you, his cushy chest pressing into your shoulder blades, letting him leave wet, sloppy kisses on your neck. The change in his angle was enough for him to rub against your G-spot ad hit your cervix perfectly to the point where white filled your vision at a record rate.
“Fuck, you just got so tight, sweetheart. Are you gonna cum?”
You nodded weakly before moaning loudly— San’s cock rammed into you so perfectly that your entire being reacted. You cunt fluttered wildly as your arousal leaked out and down your leg. You desperately wanted to squirt properly, but San was still fucking you wildly. He only gave you that chance after he shoved his cock deep inside you one final time before pulling out completely. Your legs shook as you squirted onto the lounge chair and the man behind you, a long, wavering cry leaving the depths of your soul.
After you finished cumming entirely, your upper body practically collapsed onto the chair, your ass still up in the air. You heard San tsk as he ran two of his fingers along your inner thigh.
“Look at me leaking out of you,” he sighed. “I don’t think we’re done here, sweetheart.”
“W-What?”
“We’re not done until you keep every last bit of me inside you.”
choi jongho
solo
don't cross that line
"you have a dream about your best friend that shines him in a new light."
summer boys series: freestyle lap
"you desperately want to be jongho's little cum slut."
multi
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."
jung wooyoung
solo
summer boys series: rooftop cooldown
"it's too hot outside, but your boyfriend is horny as fuck and needs to get it out."
multi
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."
rooftop cooldown
in which: it's too hot outside, but your boyfriend is horny as fuck and needs to get it out.
pair: wooyoung/afab!reader
word count: 2k
content: sex, public sex, pool sex, unprotected sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
summer boys series: wooyoung | san | jongho
“It’s so hot!” you complained at the top of your lungs.
You flung your head back and whined as you weakly fanned yourself with your hand. It was a really fucking hot day, and of course, your AC unit had to break. Your boyfriend suggested you two go to the pool since there was a rooftop pool at the bougie-ass gym near your apartment, and while you thought that was a great idea at first, you regretted it immediately. A rooftop pool was a terrible idea because you were that much closer to the sun.
“Babe, the pool water is cold, and you’re lying down in the shade— how can you still be complaining?” Wooyoung asked as he swam past your lounge chair.
“Wooyoung, my love, it’s fucking hot. I’ll be complaining all the live-long day,” you grumbled. “Also, you do realize that we have the entire rooftop pool to ourselves because it’s so fucking hot that no one wants to go outside?!”
“Even better! We don’t have to share the space!”
Wooyoung grinned at you and continued swimming. You huffed and laid back in the shade. You fanned yourself as much as you could with your hand before getting exhausted. You groaned in frustration once more before flinging your head back into the lounge chair. You looked to your side to see that even your iced tea was sweating to death— actually, the tea was long gone at that point. It was just a cup of ice that was melting rapidly.
“Wooyoung, look!” you caught your boyfriend’s attention and pointed to the cup of ice on the table next to you. “Even the cup is sweating.”
Wooyoung swam up and got out of the pool. He grabbed the towel he had resting on the chair next to you and started patting himself down as he looked at the ice.
“Babe, why don’t you just press the cup against you? Won’t that cool you down?” Wooyoung reasoned.
You opened your mouth to respond, but you truly had no response— it was so hot that your brain was barely functioning. Wooyoung smiled at your expression, his eyes turning into crescents. He sat down on the edge of your chair and grabbed the cup. He pressed it against your neck to cool you down, and it worked well; so well, in fact, that you thought your skin was extinguishing and sizzling because of how fucking hot you were.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Wooyoung whispered.
You looked at him in confusion— why was he whispering? You nodded your head to get him to keep talking, but he remained silent. He fished one of the more intact ice cubs out of the cup and popped it into his mouth. Next thing you knew, Wooyoung was pressing his lips against yours. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, the ice cube rolling onto your tongue. You for sure thought you were going to choke on the ice cube, but Wooyoung was supporting the back of your head with his hand, keeping you upright and steady so that the ice didn’t slip down your throat.
The ice cube melted within seconds, but Wooyoung didn’t let that stop him from kissing you to the point where he was practically eating you alive. He popped another ice cube into his mouth, and your tongues played keep away with ice until it melted. He was about to go for another one when you pushed the cup of ice away, your hands cupping his face and resting on his shoulder. You didn’t give a fuck about the ice at that point; you just wanted to keep kissing your boyfriend.
You pushed the cup away, but Wooyoung still grabbed a cube. You were about to get huffy and frustrated with him, but you didn’t have to once you felt what he did with it. Your spine tingled when he pulled the strap of your bathing suit down to reveal your breast before immediately rubbing the ice cube in circles on your nipple.
“Holy shit,” you gasped as the ice cube melted, leaving Wooyoung’s fingers to tease your nipples. “Oh my God, Wooyoung…”
“You like that baby?” Wooyoung asked breathlessly as he pressed his forehead against yours. “You want more?”
Wooyoung reached for the cup again, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Enough of the fucking ice cubes. I want you to fuck me,” you breathed out, your words nearly turning into a whine.
“Oh?” Wooyoung chuckled. “Isn’t it too hot for that, babe?”
“Shut up,” you actually whined that time. “I need you, baby.”
“Where?”
You looked around. There was no way you were going to be able to fuck in the lounge chairs because there were cameras nearby. You thought about the locker rooms when Wooyoung interrupted your thoughts with an insane one of his own.
“We can do it in the pool…”
“Oh my— Wooyoung, you’re fucking insane!”
“Come on! It’ll be fun!”
Fun?!
Before you could continue the argument, Wooyoung got a good grasp on your arm and pulled you into the pool before jumping in himself. You sputtered and pushed your hair out of your face when you surfaced, anger and fear taking control of your brain. You watched Wooyoung surface and shake his own hair out before pushing it back. He looked incredibly sexy and even more so because you were watching his side profile. The way he tilted his head back, making his neck and jawline look irresistible, made you swallow the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth nervously.
After that, it was definitely lust running your brain.
Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your waist and led you to one of the corners of the pool— a definite blind spot from cameras and anyone who entered if they were to. As soon as you got there, Wooyoung's lips crashed into yours, his hands grabbing your waist desperately. You breathlessly made out with him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You clung to him as he did most of the work. He slipped his hands under your bathing suit, his hands briefly straying towards your breasts before he decided he had no patience for foreplay. He ran his fingers down between your legs and rubbed your folds with two fingers before pushing the suit aside.
Your back was pinned against the ledge as Wooyoung moved your leg up and around your waist. He pulled his cock out of his swim shorts and rubbed the length along your cunt, sparks shooting through your nerves. He stopped kissing you to look at your face— you looked desperate as hell with your half lidded eyes and your slightly parted lips, and it excited Wooyoung further. He chuckled at your expression before tilting his head down so he could try to peer through the water at his cock and your entrance.
"This might hurt, babe, so brace yourself," Wooyoung said lightly.
You didn't think it would because water should be a natural lubricant, right? Well, he was right; it did hurt, but not as much as you thought it would. You clung a little closer to him as he pushed his cock all the way inside, the movement of the water stimulating you a little further. You gasped and held onto the back of Wooyoung's neck when you felt him suddenly thrust, your nails leaving little indents in his tattoo.
Wooyoung was trying desperately to hold back his own grunts as he fucked you haphazardly. Every time he moved, the water around you swayed, making everything he did more sensuous; and because you were so weightless in the water, Wooyoung was able to easily move you the way he wanted. He lifted you up slightly, making you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him completely. You were clinging to him, but you were trembling uncontrollably because not only did it feel so damn good, but you were also terrified of falling into the water and swallowing a great deal of pool water.
"Babe, look at me," Wooyoung said breathlessly as he tilted his head up.
Your eyes met his, and all of your worries vanished within seconds. You cupped his face and kissed him softly, slowly, sensually. You felt like you were on cloud nine with the way he was kissing you and holding your ass and moving your body up and down on his cock like a weightless fairy, and it only got better when Wooyoung's tongue slipped into your mouth again. You sighed blissfully in between kisses, Wooyoung's own breath hitching every so often when he bottomed out.
To be honest, you were a little disappointed when your feet touched the bottom of the pool when Wooyoung set you down and pulled out, but that disappointment disappeared within seconds when he turned you around and pressed your chest up against the wall. He slipped his cock back inside you before reaching around and pushing his hands under your bathing suit to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but let out a moan when you felt his fingers pinch and twist your nipples, making him laugh a little.
You were clinging to the edge of the pool as he fucked you from behind. He did rut slowly at first, but the second he felt your cunt clench around his cock, he moved rapidly. The flow of the water was definitely slowing him down from his usual pace, but that didn't change how fucking amazing it felt to be railed by your boyfriend.
It was when Wooyoung bucked his hips upwards did he graze your G-spot, and he continued to fuck you at that angle, making him hit your G-spot repeatedly. You let out a soft crying moan as he continued to fuck you even past your peak pleasure. Your brain was so far gone that you couldn't even ask him to slow down, so he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your walls fluttering then clenching as you let the pleasure wash over you.
"Fuck— Babe, you got so tight!" Wooyoung couldn't help but hiss when he felt you squeeze his cock.
"D-Don't pull out, baby," you stuttered. "Cum inside— Ah!"
The second you told him to, Wooyoung rammed his waist into yours. His hands were still cupping your breasts, so he squeezed them hard as he came, a long groan leaving him as he did so. He kept his cock buried inside you for a while while he rested his chin on your shoulder. You could hear him sigh with content as he let go of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you closely.
"You still feeling hot, babe?" Wooyoung whispered.
"No, not really," you responded after thinking about it for a second.
You could hear Wooyoung hum happily in response. You bit back a moan when you felt him finally pull out. Wooyoung barely got to adjust your swimsuit before you turned in his arms and held the back of his neck. He kissed you softly before leaning away slightly to gaze at your face.
"I have a question for you."
"What is it?"
"You never ask me to cum inside, so why'd you say to now?" Wooyoung asked before quickly adding, "Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"I didn't want to risk having your cum float around," you murmured.
"...Does cum really do that?"
"Sometimes it does..."
"How do you know that?" Wooyoung asked teasingly, but you could see in his eyes that he was a little worried.
"I saw a reel about it," you admitted coyly, making him laugh loudly.
"Well... We should probably get washed up, then. I'll help you."
"...You want to have shower sex, don't you?"
"No, I want to make sure you don't get a yeast infection," Wooyoung responded as he hopped out of the pool. He held his hand out for you to grab, and on your way out of the pool, he whispered, "But shower sex doesn't sound so bad either."
song mingi
solo
early morning live
"mingi wants to fuck, but he also has to work. who said he couldn't do both?"
multi
défilé de lingerie
"san and mingi need you to try on their latest creations."
the three black tank tops of the apocalypse
"the men have a little more energy after they finish practice, and sometimes you entertain it."
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."
roommates series
part one: that's what roommates are for
"you're extremely frustrated, and your roommates can't help but overhear."
part two: the time of my life
"your roommates just want to cheer you up after you got stood up on your date."
choi san
solo
head to head
"taking a nap in your boyfriend's lap takes a turn."
shit, this is red too
"san finds out just how much you missed him while he was on tour, and you find out just how much he really missed you."
sore all over
"san just wants to help relieve you during your time of the month."
summer boys series: ripple effect
"you and san want to see who can get the other to break first."
multi
défilé de lingerie
"san and mingi need you to try on their latest creations."
the better man
"you can't help but catch feelings for both your roommate and your friend from your club."
the three black tank tops of the apocalypse
"the men have a little more energy after they finish practice, and sometimes you entertain it."
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."
roommates series
part one: that's what roommates are for
"you're extremely frustrated, and your roommates can't help but overhear."
part two: the time of my life
"your roommates just want to cheer you up after you got stood up on your date."
kang yeosang
solo
multi
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."
jeong yunho
solo
bottle service
"yunho doesn't have a lolita complex; he has a bulge kink."
professor series
part one: principia
"it's your professor's fault you're failing in his subject, and now he needs to help you pass to graduate."
multi
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."
roommates series
part one: that's what roommates are for
"you're extremely frustrated, and your roommates can't help but overhear."
part two: the time of my life
"your roommates just want to cheer you up after you got stood up on your date."
park seonghwa
solo
multi
seeing double
"it's not your fault that you fell for two men who kind of look pretty similar to each other."
the three black tank tops of the apocalypse
"the men have a little more energy after they finish practice, and sometimes you entertain it."
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."
kim hongjoong
solo
the shoe on the other foot
"hongjoong gives you a taste of your own medicine when you're busy working."
multi
frateez
part one: sweetheart
"you're the atz frat's newest sweetheart, but first, you gotta go through with the initiation."