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Hi.. can I req more heeseung audio like not on talking.. hehe
21+ nsfw audio - MDNI.
dom heeseung x sub listener giving him a blowjob
thinking about that one hungry, sloppy cock-eating slut that just can’t get enough of you.
mouth wide open. tongue stuck out. cock fully devoured. knees spread apart. eyes rolled back. he’s letting out choked little whines as his fingers pump and curl relentlessly in his own tight hole, evidently greedy for something else.
he’s slurring unintelligibly, hips rocking back and forth at an awkward angle as if seeking friction from your leg. anything to have your touch on him, even if it means reducing himself to an animal in heat. you tighten the grip you have on the back of his neck and he whimpers, ceasing his movements immediately. a simple warning to behave. one he understands.
he hasn’t done anything to deserve this. he knows this, because you’re smiling at him in a way that shows you’re having fun—not the sadistic, angry smile he sometimes catches glimpses of when you have him bent over your lap, delivering blow after blow onto the tender, bruised flesh of his backside until he’s shrieking and weeping, repenting to you.
sometimes, it isn’t simple pain or pleasure that you enjoy. no. you’d rather have his desperation.
one gentle push on the back of his head is enough to fully guide him down the thick, spit-soaked length of your cock until he feels it pushing at the back of his throat, and then extending past it… and he takes that moment to plunge three of his fingers deep into his all-too-empty hole, imagining you filling him in their stead. the second your fingers tighten impossibly in his hair and lava-like warmth begins to spurt down his throat, he’s shuddering and cumming all over the floor, never far behind.
he knows what he looks like. knows that you’re enjoying it, if the deep, rewarding groan that makes his entire being vibrate has anything to say about it. and the moment he parts his lips to exhale, thinking that all of this is finally over and that you’ll give him what he wants—you’re feeding the wet, cum-sticky tip of your cock into his mouth again, making him swallow it with a protesting cry.
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Author note~ this idea is from a request that I accidentally deleted 😔 so anon if you're still out there this is what I made for you! 🩷 This is also my first audio so like... Yeah
Warnings~ heavy moaning, very quiet wet sounds in the background, I can't think of anything else tbh
Love you anon! 💕💗
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Jake Audio
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Jake got home after a long day, what better to do than 🅴🅳🅶🅴 himself to the thought of you?
Loss
Alpha Toji x omega male reader
Author: I did in fact kiss this brick before I threw it. Please let me know what you guys think!
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The calloused fingers tracing the edge of the ceramic mug were too large for the delicate thing, though Toji handled it with surprising care. Steam curled lazily from the chamomile tea inside—too sweet, but he’d added the extra honey anyway, just how he liked it. The kitchen was quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator, the dim overhead stovelight casting small shadows across his knuckles where they gripped the cup.
Down the hall, the bedroom door was cracked open. He could see the edge of the comforter tangled halfway off the mattress, the way it always was when sleep turned restless. He didn’t need to step closer to know the sheets would smell like salt and exhaustion, the pillowcase damp in patches. His throat tightened, but he forced his feet forward, the mug radiating warmth against his palm.
"You’re supposed to be asleep," Toji murmured, nudging the door wider with his hip. The figure curled on the bed didn’t stir, but the hunch of his shoulders said enough.
The tea found its place on the nightstand, condensation already beading on the ceramic. Toji sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly under his weight. He reached out without thinking, fingers brushing against the back of his neck—cold and sweaty, despite the blanket pulled up to his chin.
Toji’s fingers lingered against the chilled skin of his omega’s neck, the contrast between his rough touch and the fragility beneath it sharper than ever. The scent of chamomile mixed with something sour—suppressed grief, maybe, or the remnants of tears wiped away too quickly. He exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, before sliding his hand down to rest between his husband’s shoulder blades. The ridge of spine beneath his palm felt too pronounced, as if the weight of the last few days had carved him hollow.
"Tea’s gonna get cold," Toji said, voice lower than he intended. The words weren’t about the tea, and they both knew it.
A shaky inhale. Then, muffled against the pillow: "I don’t want it."
Toji’s jaw worked. He could’ve pushed—could’ve nudged the mug closer, reminded him that he had barely eaten since Friday–which was two days ago, that the hollows under his eyes were dark enough to bruise. Instead, he let his hand press a little firmer against his back, grounding. "Then don’t drink it," he conceded. "But you’re gonna sit up for me."
The mattress shifted as Toji leaned forward, his free hand sliding beneath his omega's shoulders to ease him upright. The movement was slow, deliberate—the way he'd handle a spooked animal, all measured pressure and no sudden motions. His husband's body resisted at first, limbs heavy with exhaustion, but eventually he relented, allowing himself to be guided up against the headboard. His face stayed turned away, the sharp line of his jaw clenched tight even as his fingers twisted weakly in the sheets.
Toji didn't comment on the damp streaks glistening on his cheeks. Instead, he reached for the mug again, pressing it gently into his omega's hands. The warmth seeped into his pale fingers immediately, his grip so loose Toji had to curl his own larger hands around them for a moment, just to make sure he wouldn't drop it. "There," he murmured, thumbs brushing over his knuckles. "Just hold it for now. Don't gotta drink."
A shuddering breath escaped his omega's lips, his shoulders curling inward as if the weight of the mug alone might crush him. The scent of honeyed chamomile wafted between them, undercut by something sharper—grief, thick enough to taste. Toji stayed close, his knee pressing into the mattress beside his hip, close enough that their body heat mingled in the scant space between them.
"Should've been stronger," his omega whispered finally, voice cracked at the edges. His fingers trembled around the ceramic. "I—I could've—"
Toji’s fingers tightened around his omega’s before he could stop himself—not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but enough to make the words stutter to a halt. The tea sloshed dangerously close to the rim of the mug, but neither of them moved to steady it. "Don’t," Toji growled, the sound rough but low. "Don’t fucking say that."
His omega flinched, but Toji didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted closer, his free hand cupping the back of his neck, forcing his forehead to rest against his own. The scent of salt and chamomile filled the space between them. "You think I give a single shit about ‘strong’?" Toji muttered, breath hot against his lips. "You’re here. That’s all that matters."
A broken noise escaped his omega’s throat, something between a sob and a laugh. "But—"
"No." Toji’s thumb brushed the hollow under his eye, smearing the dampness there. "Listen to me. This wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t you." The words came out sharper than he intended, but he needed them to stick, needed them to carve through the guilt festering in his husband’s chest. "You didn’t fail. You hear me? You didn’t."
Toji’s words hung heavy in the air, but they didn’t land—not really. His omega’s breath hitched, then fractured entirely, a wet, ragged sound tearing from his throat as his shoulders crumpled forward. The mug slipped from his grasp, tea splashing across the duvet, but Toji caught it before it could shatter against the floor, tossing it carelessly onto the nightstand. His hands were back on his husband in an instant, gripping his wrists as his omega’s fingers clawed at his own chest, like he could dig out the grief festering there.
"I felt it," his omega choked out, voice shredded. "I felt when—when it stopped." The last word cracked like a whip, and then he was sobbing, really sobbing, his entire body convulsing with the force of it. Toji hauled him forward, crushing him against his chest as his omega’s fists pounded weakly against his ribs—once, twice—before going limp, fingers twisting desperately in Toji’s shirt. "I hate this," he gasped, the words muffled against Toji’s collarbone. "I hate that I couldn’t—fuck—"
Toji’s arms tightened around him, one hand cradling the back of his head as his husband’s cries turned raw, guttural. He didn’t try to shush him. Didn’t tell him it would be okay. He just held him, let him scream into his shoulder, let him shake apart in his arms, his own jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. The anger was there, simmering under his skin—not at him, never at him—but at the fucking universe for carving this pain into someone who deserved it least.
His omega’s nails dug into his back, sharp even through the fabric. "It’s not fair," he spat, the words ragged with fury. "We wanted them. We—god—we picked out names." The last syllable broke into a wail, and Toji’s grip on him turned bruising, his nose buried in his hair as his own vision blurred. He hadn’t cried. Not yet. But feeling him like this—the way his body heaved with every sob, the way his scent had gone sour with anguish—it was fucking breaking him.
"Let it out," Toji growled against his temple, his voice rough. "Fucking let it out." He didn’t care if the neighbors heard. Didn’t care if the whole goddamn world heard. His husband had been swallowing this grief for days, choking on it, and Toji would be damned if he didn’t let him scream it into the open air.
His omega went rigid for a moment, as if fighting the urge to collapse entirely.
Then he broke.
Completely shattered.
A sound tore from his throat—something primal, something wounded—and Toji felt it in his own ribs, a phantom ache. His husband clawed at his shoulders, his hips, anywhere he could reach, like he was trying to anchor himself. "Why us?" he gasped, forehead pressed hard against Toji’s sternum. "Why—why our baby?" The question was a blade, and Toji had no answer to give. Only the steady press of his palms against his back, the unyielding heat of his body.
The anger burned hotter then, sudden and vicious. His omega reared back, eyes wild, teeth bared. "I should’ve known," he snarled, fingers twisting in Toji’s shirt. "I should’ve—felt it sooner, done something—!" His voice cracked, and then his fists were slamming into Toji’s chest—once, twice—weak punches that barely registered before he collapsed forward again, his breath coming in sharp, wet hitches.
Toji caught his wrists, not to stop him, but to hold him together. "You couldn’t," he said, low and firm. "You hear me? You couldn’t." His omega whimpered, a broken sound, and Toji hauled him closer, tucking him under his chin. "This wasn’t your fault," he repeated, lips moving against his hair. "It wasn’t. It wasn’t."
His husband shuddered, then went still—too still. For a heartbeat, Toji thought he’d finally exhausted himself. Then, with a ragged inhale, his omega whispered, "But what if it was?" The words were so quiet, so small, that Toji barely caught them. His grip tightened instinctively. "What if—what if I did something wrong? What if I—"
"Stop." Toji’s voice was sharp, but his hands were gentle, framing his husband’s face. "Look at me." When he didn’t, Toji ducked his head, forcing their eyes to meet. His omega’s lashes were clumped with tears, his cheeks flushed and damp. "You didn’t," he said, each word deliberate. "You loved them. You wanted them. That’s all that fucking matters."
His omega stared at him, lips trembling. Then, with a ragged sob, he buried his face in Toji’s neck again, his body wracked with silent cries. Toji held him, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other splayed across his spine, as if he could press the shattered pieces of him back together through sheer will alone.
Minutes passed—or maybe hours. The room grew dimmer, the shadows stretching longer across the floor. Eventually, the sobs quieted to hiccups, then to uneven breaths. Toji didn’t move. Didn’t loosen his hold. Not until his omega shifted, his fingers uncurling from Toji’s shirt to press weakly against his chest.
"M’ sorry," he mumbled, voice hoarse. "I—I didn’t mean to—"
"Don’t." Toji’s hand slid down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing the redness of his cheek. "Don’t apologize. Not for this."
His omega swallowed hard, then nodded, his gaze dropping to where his fingers now rested limp on Toji’s chest. The silence between them wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t suffocating anymore—just heavy, like a shared weight.
Toji exhaled slowly, then reached for the discarded mug on the nightstand. The tea had gone cold, but he drained it in one gulp anyway, the bitterness of oversteeped chamomile coating his tongue. "We should eat," he said, setting the mug down with a clink.
His husband shook his head, pressing closer to Toji’s side as if he could disappear into him. "Not hungry."
"You will be." Toji pressed a kiss to his temple, then shifted to stand—only for his omega’s fingers to tighten in his shirt with surprising strength.
"Stay," he whispered, voice cracking. "Just—just a little longer."
Toji hesitated, then sank back onto the mattress, pulling his husband into his lap. He didn’t speak—didn’t trust himself to say the right thing—but his arms wrapped around him all the same, solid and unyielding. His omega melted into the embrace, his forehead resting against Toji’s shoulder, his breath warm against his collarbone.
The silence stretched, thick with unsaid words. Then, a shuddering inhale. "I keep thinking—" His omega’s voice was raw, barely audible. "What if I dream about them? What if I see them and—and it hurts?" His fingers twisted in Toji’s shirt again, knuckles white. "I don’t want to forget, but I don’t want to remember either."
Toji’s throat tightened. He hadn’t considered that—the way grief could twist even sleep into a battlefield. His hand slid up his omega’s spine, fingers threading through his hair. "Then you wake me up," he said, voice rough. "Every time. You wake me up, and I’ll be here."
His omega made a sound—half a sob, half a laugh—and pressed closer, his nails digging into Toji’s back. "You can’t fix this," he murmured, the words muffled against his skin.
"I know." Toji’s grip tightened. "But I can be here."
“I’ll always be here.”
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Authors note: Well I’m back on a small steady track of posting stories. I hope to keep it going but generally we’ll see. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed, please leave any tips, comments, or suggestions down below.
Heeseung Audio
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You 🆁🅸🅳🅸🅽🅶 Heeseung after a long day. How could he not make these sounds when you dominating him feels so good?
Sub, Heeseung! Dom, You!
Study Break
pairings: nerd!hanbin x bottom!male reader
continuation of: Hand in Hand
genre: smut (finally folks 😍)
t.w. : reader's first time ig 😗
a.n : first smut fic LMAOO (also my banner isnt loading cuz my internet sucks ) #author is addicted to nerd hanbin
"This Night, You're Mine"
pairings: idol!jiwoong x bottom!mreader
genre: smut
t.w. : one night stand😝😝
a.n. : pls req im bored.
Jellyous !
🎵Jellyous - ILLIT🎵
pairings: gyuvin x m!reader
genre: fluff
a.n. : inlove with bomb rn #illit
"Only You Get This Side Of Me"
pairings: zhang hao x bttm!mreader
genre:smut
t.w. : idol au, grinding
a.n. : anon requested!
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an: not proof read bc i lost patience sorry 💔
it was almost midnight when you heard the knock.
at first, you thought you imagined it — the soft rap on the door barely cutting through the low hum of your playlist and the quiet buzz of thoughts spinning aimlessly in your head. but then it came again, just a little firmer.
you pulled the door open, half-distracted, not expecting anything — and then everything else fell away.
gyuvin was standing there. cheeks flushed from the night air, hoodie sleeves scrunched at the elbows, and a slightly chaotic bouquet of flowers clenched in one hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
he wasn’t smiling, not in the usual goofy way — this time it was soft. hesitant. a little nervous. the kind of smile that said he knew exactly what he was doing, and was scared of it anyway.
“hey,” he said, voice quiet like the hallway wasn’t ready to hear it.
you blinked. “gyuvin... what are you doing here?”
“i couldn’t wait anymore.”
he held the flowers out between them — sunflowers, baby’s breath, two pink peonies, something purple that might’ve been lavender, and a red rose tucked right in the center. a mess, really. but a beautiful one.
“i don’t know what any of these are supposed to mean,” he admitted, eyes flicking between the bouquet and your face. “i just picked the ones that felt like you. like sunshine. like home.”
your fingers brushed the petals, stunned into stillness. “you remembered i like peonies.”
“i remember everything about you,” gyuvin said, with a kind of quiet certainty that made your chest ache. “always have.”
something shifted in the air then — the kind of silence that doesn’t ask to be filled, but felt heavy and familiar.
gyuvin took a slow breath. “i’ve been in love with you for a long time. longer than i want to admit. and i told myself it wasn’t the right time, or that i was imagining it, or maybe you didn’t feel the same... but none of that ever made it go away.”
he looked at you like he was memorizing something for the last time. “i think i started falling for you when you brought me snacks before my company audition before we even knew each other. or maybe it was when you offered to walk with me in the rain because you forgot your umbrella too and didn’t want me to feel like an idiot. or maybe it was just always there.”
your throat felt tight. like every second you’d spent pretending it was one-sided had caught up all at once.
“you could’ve told me,” you said softly.
“i was scared,” gyuvin breathed. “because it was you. because this mattered. and the truth is, i don’t want to be your maybe anymore. i want to be your boyfriend. officially. publicly. completely.”
he dropped his hand to his side, bouquet tilting just a little. “so... will you?”
you didn’t say anything at first. just stared at him — at the boy you had loved in quiet corners, in passing glances, in every almost-confession they’d swallowed for years.
and then you laughed. not because it was funny, but because it was relief years of it, crashing down like a wave.
“i thought i was the only one,” you whispered. “i thought i was just imagining everything.”
“you weren’t,” gyuvin said, voice trembling now. “it’s always been you.”
you stepped forward, and gyuvin’s breath caught. you reached out, curling their fingers gently around his hoodie sleeve, grounding yourself in the realness of him
“yes,” you said. “of course i’ll be your boyfriend.”
the look on his face was almost too much. like every version of joy he’d ever felt collided at once.
“wait—really?” he blinked.
“yes,” you repeated, smiling so wide it almost hurt. “really.”
gyuvin didn’t even try to hold back — he dropped the flowers entirely, arms sliding around your waist as he pulled you into the kind of hug that said finally. you buried your face in his shoulder, laughing softly into the fabric of his hoodie.
they stood there for a while, just breathing each other in, heartbeats syncing like they had always meant to.
“we were so dumb,” you mumbled.
“yeah,” gyuvin whispered, pressing his cheek to your temple. “but we made it.”
SYNOPSIS ✮ a company gave you the opportunity to finally live your dreams, but as a result, you had to leave the company you were at and your best friend. 2 years later you watch as he makes a name of his own on boys planet. the unrequited love you fought away for years coming back stronger than before.
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Paying Back
Ricky Shen x Male Reader
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yn is a nerdy, shy and secretly gay computer science student at ZB1 university he prefers being at the library like a bookworm devouring knowledge that can help him in future exams. on the other hand, ricky is the typical rich, partygoer guy with such a shitty personality that it wouldn’t surprise anyone if one day someone’s fist lands on his cheek.
yn would spend a whole day coding and triple checking it to see if it’s perfect meanwhile ricky would rather be at frat parties, downing some shots and flirting with anyone who passes by. his grades didn’t match with his behaviour, many people wondered how and the answer is just a simple word, a name: yn.
“yo yn” he greeted, “can you help me with something?” were the simple words that unraveled a spiral of yn receiving sheer amounts of money to just do some projects –it’s a win-win situation anyway, yn makes money by doing something that’s like an easy cake for him and ricky gets his perfectly good grades. yn also liked the idea of the resident frat boy looking for him, staring at him a bit too much than his others flirts, “okay” he mutters, the heat creeping up his neck.
then the final project came.
runway model 💋 , s.ricky
shen ricky x male reader
content warning :: gay sex , anal sex , fingering , slight breeding kink, minors dni
be responsible of the media you consume!!
Note: hii im back finally hope u like this lil update i promise to write more lmao
The greasy electronic music piercing through your air, leather jackets and hips swaying with a 4 on the 4 edm bassline while a billion cameras flashed into your face while people called your name, as you watched your silver crosses and intricated cut leather sparkle under the harsh white lights. This was the rush of the model world. Years worth of work was decorating your body, along with the 20-something boys and girls there. Nails blood red with the colour of sin, while the air reeked intoxicating, of stubbed out cigarettes, alcohol in the new york air, and chanel perfume. Eyeliner sharper than knives while gelled hair sparkled like cut glass.
(Story continues under the cut)
masterlist
kpop :
mingi (ateez) : losing all my innocence in the backseat , smut
ricky (and2ble, zerobaseone): runway model , smut
jiwoong (zerobaseone): i could eat that boy for lunch , smut
wonbin (riize): wonbin x male reader that yaps a lot , fluff
genshin impact:
nothing here yet !
honkai star rail:
nothing here yet !
in progress !
boothill (honkai star rail) we can just ride around, kicking that can, angst + fluff
QUICK FIX GAY #39: K-pop Massage Therapist #4 – RIIZE Wonbin Didn't Get the Full Service He Wanted
This is a gay story. Check out my Quick Fix series for straight smut and Quick Fix Gay for more gay content.
Pairing: RIIZE Wonbin x Male Reader
Content: You’re a highly sought-after massage therapist among idols thanks to the happy endings you give them. Wonbin’s problem? He had an hour with your colleague but didn’t get the full service treatment he wanted.
Type of Sex: MEDIUM
Word Count: 2,070
You sat on a chair against a wall in the small room you called your office, with your legs crossed and your phone glued to your face. A nice break, especially on a day like today. It was like every single one of your regulars booked appointments back to back. You'd touched so many dicks already and according to the clock on the wall it was only noon.
Wonbin entered wearing nothing but a tiny towel around his waist. You didn't react at first. He stopped in the doorway, looking at you with puppy eyes.
“Oh heeey,” you cheerfully exclaimed when you finally looked up. Your airy uniform sounded like it was made from paper when you uncrossed your legs and straightened your posture. “We don't have an appointment today, do we?”
Wonbin lowered his head. “No,” he mumbled, and your eyes were fixed on his muscular chest. Then he slowly added: “I just had an hour with your colleague…”
“Ah, let me guess,” you said and stood up with a big smile. “Didn't get the full treatment?”
Wonbin looked up, a shimmer of hope in his eye. “No,” he sighed. This was such a common occurance, but you usually only learned about their disappointment the next time your clients came to see you for real.
You put your phone on a tray next to your massage table and approached the man. “Don't worry, I got you.”
Wonbin's face lit up. You owed him nothing, but walked around your massage table to meet him. When you put a hand on his shoulder and stroke his abs with the other he seemed relieved.
Then you reached behind him to shut the door, and checked the clock again to see how much time was left on your break. Just a quickie.
God forbid one of your regulars would leave the massage studio disappointed.
*****
Wonbin was on his back on the table. The towel he had on when he came in was on the floor by your feet. You ran your hands over his fit body, getting a sense for his muscles, knots and typical problem areas.
“She did a good job,” you said and smiled reassuringly at your client.
“Yeah, she's great,” Wonbin admitted, but clearly she didn't go the distance.
You squeezed the man's firm pecs while staring directly at his erect cock which twitched against his stomach. “You're not as hard as usual.”
You smirked when you said it. Wonbin even chuckled. Then you turned professional again. “How's your lower back these days?”
“Much better, thanks. I followed your recommendations and management has allowed me to skip out on some activities.”
Your hand continued down his abs, which you analyzed with your eyes and fingers. “That's good,” you said, then paused for a moment, while massaged his waist and a thumb brushed against the head of the cock. “So… the usual?”
Wonbin raised his head in excitement. “Yes please.”
You immediately returned your focus to his cock right in front of you. Now you grabbed it, stroke it slowly with your soft hands, causing Wonbin to grunt and sigh in immediate pleasure.
“Wow, she really did work you up.”
Wonbin chucked again. His boner had nothing to do with your colleague, though he had briefly gotten hard while on his stomach.
You studied the shaft between your fingers. It throbbed, while you turned your head from side to side to see it from every direction. It was veiny and bumpy and beautiful.
You ran your palm over the head multiple times. It quickly became slippery, pre-cum lubing your palm and the shiny surface. Normally you would use a massage oil also for handjobs, not just massages. But Wonbin had always preferred a blowjob, and ‘the usual’ was not the same happy ending most idols got from you.
You pulled gently on his hip and walked to the foot of the table. “Scoot down,” you requested in a calm voice, and Wonbin pushed himself forward.
He raised his ass and jumped down the table. His legs and feet dangled over the edge around your body, and he spread them while you positioned yourself between his thighs which you held on to for stability. Then you glanced up at his face to make sure he was comfortable, before you bent your knees and hunched down.
You pointed the erection straight up with your fingertips. You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the head, a salty taste on your tongue. Wonbin became really still and quiet, while you smeared saliva onto his cock and his cum kept pulsing out.
You put more of the shaft into your mouth, lubing it up as you went down it. You took it out and spat on it, and ran your tongue along the full length, then in circles around the head. With your eyes fixed on Wonbin's face to see his reaction, you began to flick the tongue quickly back and forth, edging him on at the tip.
“Ohhh,” he moaned as he exhaled, and you could hear just how relaxed and comfortable he was becoming. “You're amazing.”
You smiled to yourself. Employee of the month, Karen! you thought, and proudly put the cock back in.
*****
You were on your knees on the floor. Wonbin had slid so far down his ass was on the edge of the table and his feet nearly touched the ground. He was leaning on his elbows, pelvis angled toward you, and his cock was so deep in your mouth it tickled your throat.
Your lips were sealed tight around the root. That's when there was a knock and the door and you froze. You realized in that moment you never locked it.
You spat the whole cock out and suddenly flew up on your feet. Wonbin quickly sat up straight in a panic, an expression of horror on his face. Saliva dripped down the shaft and a long string between the head and your lip was broken when your mouth traveled too far away.
“Yeah?” you said loudly. “I've got a client.”
For you, it was your job on the line. For Wonbin, it was utter shame and the knowledge that if you were caught, he wouldn't be able to see you again. In the moment he didn't give his own career a single thought.
“Oh,” a confused and muffled voice said from outside. “Soobin from TXT is here. His time started five minutes ago.”
Shit. You looked at the clock on the wall, then at Wonbin with a fake calm smile.
“I can come back,” he said.
“No,” you said. “I mean, I hope you do, but I won't let you leave unfulfilled. Come here.”
You took a step closer to the man, grabbed his cock and pulled him in. Your phone buzzed on the tray but you ignored it. Time was suddenly of the essence, and Wonbin was in desperate need of a release.
You quickly began to jerk him off. Normally you'd get paid for providing your services, during one of your regular massage appointments with the man, but he was a repeat customer and you were happy to give him what he needed even while you were on a break or busy.
Wonbin struggled to regain his focus at first, but eventually he closed his eyes. He was leaning on his hands, arms stretched and sitting up, when you put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer.
Your faces nearly touched. You watched and smiled as he opened his mouth and began to pant, while your arm shook and your fingers tightened around his saliva-covered boner.
You lowered your head and stared at his chest, bent a knee slightly and stuck out your tongue. While furiously flicking your wrist and flapping his cock between you, you squeezed his shoulder and began to lick his pecs and nipples, bringing a spa-like relaxation to every muscle in the fit man's body.
There was hardly any fat on him at all. His chest and pecs were clearly defined, and his abs flexed when his body twitched. Then you caught his nipple with your teeth and bit down on it, because you knew how much it aroused him.
“Ohh, fuck!” he grunted, proving you right. Your hands squeezed harder on his shoulder and around the shaft.
Your eyes found the shaking cock down below. They focused on the blurry head from which pre-cum was once again seeping out, mixing with saliva in your hand. The whole shaft was still wet and slippery from your blowjob, and the tip positively foamed.
You kneeled further, moving your face down and licking his abs, and felt their firmness against your tongue. Again and again you ran your lips from his belly button back up to his nipples and down again, all while your hand never stopped moving. It was like you were giving him a bath.
Another knock. OKAY KAREN! You knew Soobin wouldn't mind, that he'd be so excited to see you that waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt. He was one of your regulars too, and the idols seemed to flock around you for some reason. Your oblivious colleagues couldn't understand your popularity because they had no idea.
Wonbin suddenly exhaled loudly. His breaths became short and abrupt. You maintained the same pace and tightness, but stopped licking his front and looked up.
Your smile returned when you saw how flustered he was. You focused on the throbbing cock in your mind while he grimaced excessively. Then his naked ass did a little jump on the table, and you felt the cock throb extra hard and expand against your palm before a thick white liquid shot onto your uniform, his stomach, and flowed down your fingers and wrist.
“Haaahh, aaahh, mmmm!” Wonbin moaned as his breaths became deeper and longer. Slowly, gradually but with a sense of hurry in your heart, you eased your grip and began to stand up.
“Aaaahh, oh my god,” he said when he opened his eyes. He sounded drained and exhausted. ”Wow.”
He smiled too when your eyes met, almost like a laugh. You let go of the shaft and took a step back, holding your hand out in front of you as not to drip on the table and floor. Wonbin heaved and ran his own hand across his wet front, while you went to wash yours off in a sink on the wall.
You returned with paper tissues and handed them to him. Neither of you said a word when you bent down to pick up his towel. He eventually jumped off the table, wrapped the towel around his waist, and watched you clean your uniform while he waited for his erection to soften enough so he could leave.
“Thanks,” he said with a huge grin when you turned to look at him.
“No problem,” you said with a big smile. ”Next time, don't forget to request me.”
“I always do,” your client grinned. He still had an abnormally large bulge when he turned to the door and you nodded.
He left the room in a rush. You took a look around it to make sure everything was set, and haphazardly ran a fresh towel over the floor just in case. The you stuck your head out the door and nodded to a receptionist, who immediately went to get Soobin who was patiently reading a magazine.
His face lit up when he saw you. He flew up from the arm chair in which he was seated. You retreated back into the room, and he quickly closed the door behind him when he finally entered.
“Hey,” you said. “Sorry for the wait.”
“It's okay,” the idol replied and took his shirt off right in front of you.
You smiled at each other when he removed his pants with haste. “They offered me someone else but I declined.”
Your smile grew even bigger when he revealed his cock, and lay down butt naked on his stomach while you went to the tray and selected a bottle of massage oil.
You'd lost ten minutes, but there were still fifty more to go. As you put your hands on Soobin's long back you glanced at the clock on the wall. There was still plenty of time to give your client the full body treatment he expected and craved.
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OOMF 🏷️ LCY
— 🦕 anton's genius plan to ask you out.
anton x gn reader
hello... do not take this seriously i was bored and pulled this out of my ass 💔 also this was completely born out of me and @007chan 's oomfcoming story so i believe this makes me anton and everyone who reads this is dating me. heart emoji (not proofread!)
at 10:08 pm, anton was staring at his laptop, 'how to make your crush like you back' written in bold italic was staring back at him— the bright screen making him even more agitated.
he wasn't the one to search for answers on the internet, especially not on some website called girls asking dot com. but times were tough and anton was desperate.
one might dare to ask what even got him in this position, and the long answer to that would be; anton has had a crush on one of his classmates for the past seven months, and he's scared to talk to his friends because they'll tease him for hours.
the short answer to that is; he's a pussy.
but! a guy has to have some fear here and there, that's what keeps you in check after all. maybe not. but it's the feeling that's important or whatever.
so anton took a deep breath, scrolled down and started reading the long list to get this over with.
one: treat them like a friend.
two: compliment on something deep.
three: eye contact.
four: ask questions.
five: talk to your friends.
five whole topics and not a single one of them would work. who the hell had even written this? even a first grader could think of these and more and get with their crush. the last part was roasting anton himself but the truth hurts, just like how his eyes were hurting from squinting. the truth hurt probably more though.
anton huffed and closed his laptop, picking his phone up instead because the radiation wasn't enough. maybe he should ask his friends? but asking them meant anton had hit a new low, and he wasn't really interested in digging deeper.
but maybe he was.
putting his phone down, anton laid down and stared at his ceiling, when the best idea he's ever had popped up in his brain. he'd do everything on text. because of course texting was easier, and anton was a good texter, said humbly. so he opened up his notes and started writing down his plan.
week one- become mutuals and like reposts
week two- like their own posts
end of week two/week three- comment and soft launch texting
week four- ask them out
satisfied with his plan, anton got to work. first, he stalked gyuvin's following, but he couldn't find anyone who could be yn. so he was forced to go through sohee's hundreds of followers, because everyone was following sohee.
he tapped on sohee's account, already dreading the ache that would fill his thumb later, when he found it.
there it was, in all its glory, user purinpilled.
just as he was about to hit follow, he stopped. would that be weird and freaky, or like, overly disgusting? but if he didn't follow yn now, he wouldn't do it ever. and not doing it meant seeing yn get married and die happily with someone else, so he hit follow and threw his phone towards his nightstand, too nervous to care if it even landed on it or not.
the moment anton opened his eyes, he scrambled to get his phone and check if yn had followed him back. thanks to last night's anton, finding his phone took a whole good eight minutes. and he had done all that searching for nothing because there wasn't any notification from yn.
maybe it was a glitch or because he hadn't updated his apps yet or something, but there were no needed updates when he checked, so he went on instagram to see for himself.
well he did see for himself— that his followers count hadn't moved.
but it was okay! this was only day one. he could just change up his plan a little bit and like everything they posted. maybe that was bordering creepy, but if a person's pure of heart no one would misunderstand their intentions.
so anton went to liking.
yn's reposts were the only things that would come up after a while, and anton took that as his cue to stop so he wouldn't get blocked. while waiting, anton went over his plan once more.
four weeks was a lot. a whole ass month to ask someone out was ridiculous. maybe he could bring it down to three weeks. two and a half. one week.
listen. one week was plenty of time to ask someone out. seven days. seven whole days to plan everything. it was awesome.
you know what would be even more awesome? yn following him back. so anton decided to spend five days (including today) to make yn follow him back, and two days on the date itself.
so anton posted everything he could while waiting between each post so it would become acceptable. maybe yn would look at his stories, maybe they would come across something anton had reposted so the latter could find out if they had anything in common.
but when someone who doesn't post at all starts posting, an eyebrow raise comes naturally. so he didn't have much time until one of his friends questioned his actions.
but for now, all he had to do was wait for yn to post.
and boy, post they did.
the second that bisexual flag looking circle appeared around yn's profile picture, anton clicked on it. and there stood yn's own personal real-not-fake twitter account.
so anton did what he had to, and followed yn on there too.
that was probably the angels granting anton a wish or something, because now he would learn more about yn than he ever could. again, anton went on a not-stalking-but-more-like-checking-out spree, trying to memorize everything the posts said.
but being a living person meant responsibilities and socializing, so after hours of research-scrolling, anton had to put his phone down.
but it was fine, he could deal with not obsessing over internet posts for a few hours.
a day had passed without anything happening. no follow back, no watching anton's story, nothing. and anton had decided that it was enough, he would take matters into his own hands.
and ask yn to follow him back.
before this ruffles some feathers! anton was still sticking to his plan, things had just gotten mixed up. and the first thing on the plan was follow first, ask out later.
so he waited for yn to post on somewhere, and when they did, he would comment something to soft launch the concept of oomfness. did that make sense?
when yn had finally posted, anton had decided that he had one minute to come up with something that would make him memorable at least. but he was never good under pressure, so the best thing he could come up with was 'i have an oomf crush on you.' which was two truths meshed together, so... yay for anton?
after sending his comment, anton, hit with immediate embarrassment and regret, once again threw his phone away. such nostalgia...
and since he didn't have anything better to do, anton put on a show and tried to nap for a while to get his nerves to calm down a bit.
anton seemed to have developed a routine, his last few days consisting of sleeping, waking up and going on yn's accounts to do some research.
but his researches have been for nothing, since there still wasn't anything from yn. so anton decided to grow some balls and just do it. before he could change his mind, anton logged into his twitter and sent yn a message.
okay, maybe he had sent more than a message and might have fucked up all his chances... but! a confession was a confession, and he had done it no matter how and what the outcome.
all he had to do was wait for an answer. he could wait for an answer— anyone could wait for an answer.
but luckily (question mark) yn had replied pretty quickly. but them being this quick had raised anton's blood sugar and his heart beat. he really had to see a professional for those soon.