it's just me and you(n)

she/her | 18+

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I would be SPREAD the fuck out for Woozi oh my god I’m so feral for him lately with his buzzed hair and big arms like Jesus Christ my pussy is ACHING.

Jihoon would be the type to fuck you from behind and pull you up against his chest, wrap his arm around your neck and say “Bite it, baby.”

He’d fuck you harder as you bite down on his bicep, moaning and drooling and tasting his skin. His other hand is sliding down the front of your body— groping everything he can. Your chest, your stomach, your hips. And the way his fingertips tickle you on the way down to your clit… lord have mercy. He’s the type to wish he was quiet during sex, as shy as he can be. But no. When he’s balls deep inside you like this, he’s a mess. Moaning, whimpering, gasping. And he always has something to say. Loves talking you through it.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He groans directly in your ear, “You’re ruining me too, baby. I can’t take it.”

Would struggle not to cum the second he gets inside. You just feel so perfect, molded deliciously to his shape. And with how skilled he is, knowing every little thing that makes you clench around his cock, he does it to himself. He knows it. But he can’t stop. He has the self control of a god. He puts you first. Gives you all the dick you want and more before he even thinks about stopping. Even if he cums. Taking big, deep breaths as he releases inside you— trying to hold it together— because he doesn’t slow down at all. He keeps fucking you like he’s not twitching like crazy from the overstimulation. The noises he makes are so good that you really lose yourself here. He gets quiet as he cums, biting on his lip to endure the painful pleasure… and then he’s moaning through clenched teeth, trying to get you off just one more time before pulling out. He’d end up cumming again, with you. And you’d both be spent.

[hiraelis-writes]

One more day questioning my life because Lee Jihoon

[belleeebelleee]

jihoon likes to hold you close when you're in his lap.

he wants to feel your chest on his and you squirming in his lap.

he wants to feel your tits move when he fucks up into your pussy.

he wants to have easy access to grope and slap your ass as he makes you bounce on his cock.

he wants to be able to kiss you whenever he wants.

he loves it when you push his chest back and take control of riding him. your ass bouncing. his hips bucking. he pinches your nipples between his fingers, causing you to yelp and retaliate by pulling your pussy completely off his cock.

"no baby, baby please-" you sink back down onto him, grinding your clit into his pelvis. "fuck."

jihoon fills your pussy with so much of his cum, it's seeps out past his cock that's plugging your hole.

"fuck baby."

[milk-moonbunnies]

Hey Babes! Adore your writing and I’ve had this thought on the brain for days and it will not leave….Woozi as the kind of Dom that talks you through it. That sweet mix of degradation and praise that makes your brain turn into absolute jelly. Like this man is not done until your brain is shut all the way off and your babbling nonsense with his name in between.

Slippery

A/N: my man, my man, my man! I felt like these two anon requests go well together because I had written a blurb with this similar type of concept: here

Warnings: mdni 18+, dom!Jihoonie, dirty-talk, Jihoon would talk you through it, talks about your kitty kat, mating press, name calling, you try running away from him, he's big, he's evil, I need him sinfully, cream pie, squirting

WC: 1203

"You running away already, Pretty?"

He had you mewling and squirming underneath him in such a sloppy, nasty mating press - your hips jerking off the bed as if your drooling cunt wasn’t just begging for more. 

“Ji-Jihooon!” Your lips part, stupidly, drool forming at the corner of your mouth as he slowly slips inside you again. Slowly, so that you’re seeing stars on every thick, throbbing vein slipping against your dripping with slick walls. He's splitting you open so deliciously, sinking in so deeply, your cunt slobbering with your sweet juices, you have to reach for the headboard above you. Your fingers curl around the piece of wood desperately as Jihoon makes you take every inch of his fat cock.

“Fuck,” Jihoon’s jaw clenches, his fingers digging into the back of your knees, stretching your legs even wider as he pushes deeper. “Pretty girl s’jus’ sucking me in deeper, huh? So greedy-” the wet squelch your pussy talks back to Jihoon makes your toes curl, your cheeks reddening as he groans. “Yeah, you love it when I stuff you full, huh? Can’t get enough.”

And fuck, you’re dumb, cock drunk, drooling.

It feels like Jihoon is rearranging your guts, his pretty cock dragging along your gummy walls so sinfully, the mushroom tip pressing filthy kisses to your cervix with each roll of his hips. Your mouth gapes, shallow breaths stuttering through while he moves sensually. “Oh fuck- oh my god, oh my god!” You’re babbling, holding the headboard tighter, thighs burning as he lowers his head, lips wrapping around one of your nipples to suck into his mouth.

“Soak my cock, Pretty.” His tongue brands the words across your chest, your back arching as he pulls almost all the way out before forcing back in. The squelches of your sopping pussy resonate louder and louder as he watches your pussy slurp his thick length greedily. “Love how you squeeze me - heh - trying to milk me, huh? Want me to cum deep inside you? Want me to cum and then keep going? Fuck you, silly?”

A wet slurp, slurpp, sluuurrrrpp mixing with skin hitting skin made your mind melt with his words. Your thighs shook, your ankles dangling by his ears. It was filthy, dirty, the way he’s made you cum over and over again on his cock. Your creamy juices formed an obscene ring around his base as he kept going.

You couldn’t help but nod your head stupidly, big fat tears welling up in your eyes as you cried out. “Yes, yes, right there - ‘m gonna cum again!” Your tears spilled down your cheeks, Jihoon still pinning you at his mercy. “Wanna cum, please!”

His hips rolled wickedly. He had tilted his hips a little to the right, ignoring your cries as his cock speared you again and again. “Mmm, should be right-” A high-pitched mewl gurgled from your spit-coated lips. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your whole body shuddering as he smiled down at you. “There.”

His bulbous tip smacked the sweet spot inside of you meanly. Giving it a sloppy kiss with dribbles of his precum with each slam of his hips. Your juices dripped heavily, drenching his cock with a glistening sheen and splashing onto the bed underneath you. “Ji-Ji-” Your brain short-circuited. Your walls pulsing around his heavy cock as he ruined you so thoroughly.

“Aw, is it too much for ya?” His cock slipped out messily, his hands letting go of your legs while he hiked his thigh up higher. His strong body leaned over your humming one, and as your legs draped over his thighs, his hands clasped together on the top of your head. He trapped you between him and the bed, his sharp canines flashing you a wolfish grin. “Nah, I know you can take it.” And then he’s pulling you back down onto his cock once more. His strokes are long and deep, digging to spots you’ve never even known existed. “Your pretty pussy’s gonna take everything, and thank me for it. Tha’s it,” his hooded eyes kept eye contact with you, splitting you open again with a long thrust.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Your pussy spasms, sploshing loudly as he gets rougher. The slams of his exquisite cock leave you speechless. All you can feel is Jihoon. His mouth by your ear, letting you hear every grunt, groan, and moan he gasped out. His hands locked on top of your head forced you to meet each of his nasty strokes, your thighs quivering around his torso - and his cock coaxed your orgasm to approach faster and faster.

You felt delirious, your eyes crossing lewdly as he moved so depravedly. The heat in your stomach is burning hotter and hotter with every second that passes. Your arms wrap around Jihoon’s back, your nails dragging angry red lines down his sculpted back. You were close, and he knew it.

“Tha’s right, choke my cock with your pretty pussy.” His eyelashes flutter, his teeth gritting as you do. You feel like heaven, and he tells you just that. His thrusts growing sloppier, he refuses to cum before you. “Fuck, Pretty. Ne-need ya to cum f’me.” You make him stutter, his tongue dragging up your neck until his teeth can nibble on your earlobe. “Cum f’me, show me how good you feel. Make a mess f’me.”

The noise you make is broken, a high-pitch squeal, your pussy constricting around his fat cock. You sob, “o-oh my go-od!” And his hand is slipping between your thighs, rubbing messy hearts into your hypersensitive clit. He flicks your sweet nub fast, your walls clamping around his shaft even tighter as your mouth gapes open, jaw slacking. You hiccup a gasp, breathing a, “J-ji-hoooon!” Before your entire body vibrates.

A white hot warmth spreads throughout your body, fast. Your lungs burn for air, your mind blanking and forgetting how to breathe as you squirt violently. Your sweet honey gushes, splashing and soaking his cock heavily and shooting up to his abs as you wither underneath him.

He doesn’t stop his movements, fucking you through it, murmuring praise. “Tha’s it, soak my cock, Pretty. So hot squirting f’me. Fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Baby.” His thrusts stutter, your juices drenching his fingers and dripping down his pelvis filthily and making his eyes roll back.

“Please, please, please-” you’re babbling, cracks with whimpers, your toes curling, saliva rolling past your pretty lips and down your chin.

And that’s what pushes Jihoon past his limit. He groans deeply, head thrown back and showing his pretty neck to your teary eyes. His cock swells, pressing firmly against your cervix before wave after wave of his cum spills from his tip.

Sticky, hot, white globs paint your gummy walls, stuffing you full with each jerk of his cock. Jihoon can’t press into you any deeper, leaving him to rut perversely. “Mmm, so good f’me - take every drop f’me. Milk me dry, Pretty - take everything until I got nothin’ - hah - left.” His eyes swirl debauchedly, and you’re throbbing between your thighs, doing just that. The very definition of fucked stupid.

[sndygly]

“Convenient timing, hyung…” (OMG that's too MEAN pt2)

Lee jihoon x F! Reader x Choi Seungcheol

Being the favorite of the group had its advantages. Who would have thought that one of them would be being stuffed with their love dicks!

Tgs. Threesome, dirty talk, dvp, umm, creampie, belly bulge. Porn w no plot at all?? Kinda of a fluffy (cringy)end...

This is a secuel of OMG that's too MEAN!

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After you left the meeting, the group decided to leave too. What was the point of being there if you weren't there? You were practically the group's favorite, and besides, you had organized the meeting. Rather, you were the one who suggested the idea of doing a “pool party”.

Everyone else helped Seungcheol finish cleaning up, gathered their things, and left, leaving Seungcheol alone in his enormous house.

He went to his refrigerator; it had been quite a while since he had eaten, so hunger was starting to set in. And when he opened it, he was met with the not-so-pleasant surprise that it was empty. “Those idiots ate all my damn food.” he groaned.

It was around 8 pm, and he didn't really feel like going to the supermarket. But he wasn't going to starve. So he went upstairs to get a jacket. And while he was looking for it, he found your cell phone on his nightstand. “Oh!” Now he had an excuse to come visit you, and see you for a little.

One thing about Seungcheol is that he has the biggest crush on you. And how could we not? Pretty you, kind you, happy you. Just you.

Who wouldn't have a crush on you? He was even sure the others in the group felt something for you too. He had noticed how Jun tries to flirt with you with lame compliments. Or how Joshua is such a “gentleman” with you, and tries his best not to stare at your tits or ass when he has the opportunity. Failing miserably, because the flesh is weak, and one gives in to one's greatest guilty pleasures.

But he also noticed how the quietest, shyest, easiest-to-blush member looked at you with an enormous hunger. Jihoon was subtle, but not for seungcheol. He had this kind of "radar" that would activate every time someone tried to "steal" his girl.

Seungcheol chuckled to himself, slipping your phone into his jacket pocket. The initial annoyance of an empty fridge completely evaporated, replaced by a sudden, nervous flutter in his chest.

A trip to the convenience store could easily turn into a detour to your place. It was the perfect crime.

He grabbed his keys, headed out, and locked up the quiet, empty house.

The night air was cool, a sharp contrast to the humid, sun-drenched afternoon they’d spent by the pool. Seungcheol instead of going up to a 24-hour convenience store, blindly throwing random snacks, instant ramen, and a couple of drinks into a basket. Found himself at your front door.

His mind wasn’t on food anymore; it was entirely occupied by what he was going to say when you answered the door.

“Hey, you left your phone.” Simple. Classic. Irrefutable.

He knocked on the door three times. You didn't answer any of them. Something strange was churning in his lower stomach. You weren't one to go out without saying anything. You always let the group chat know, even if you were just going out to pick up a package. —Rule implemented by seungcheol to “prevent” anything—

After another minute of watching your door, Seungcheol let out a breathless, self-deprecating laugh, pulling your phone out of his pocket. “Right. Brain damage,” he muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his neck.

Of course you hadn’t texted the group chat; your entire lifeline was currently sitting in the palm of his hand, lighting up with a stray notification from a couple of hours ago.

But the initial relief of realizing why you hadn't posted quickly gave way to that familiar, protective knot tightening in his stomach. Even without a phone, you should be inside. It was past 8 PM, you’d left the party tired, and your keys were presumably with you.

He knocked again, a little firmer this time. “Hey? It's Seungcheol. You left your phone at my place.”

Silence. Not even the faint sound of footsteps or a television inside.

His mind immediately started racing, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive, heavily fueled by the fact that he was completely crazy about you. Had you gone down to the lobby to check the mail? Did you slip out to grab dinner because your fridge was as empty as his? Or worse—was something wrong?

He tried the doorknob. To his surprise, it clicked and turned smoothly.

The door nudged open an inch, revealing a pitch-black entryway. Seungcheol’s heart did a violent flip. You never left your door unlocked, especially not at night.

“Hey, I'm coming in,” he called out, his voice dropping into a serious, low register. He stepped across the threshold, instantly reaching for the light switch on the wall.

And then a little sound, like a little whimper, broke the silence of the place. He walked towards the sound; your room.

The little sound stopped being just whimpers, and a voice muffled through the closed door of your room. Something wasn't right. He slammed the door open.

“Yoo-hoo, anyone there?” Seungcheol's voice cut through the room. “You left your phone at my place. I was heading to get some groceries and thought I'd drop it off-”

He froze mid-sentence.

The sight hit him all at once: you face-down on the bed, ass still slightly raised, body covered in fresh marks and sweat, cum clearly leaking down your thighs. Jihoon behind you, naked, breathing hard, one hand still gripping your hip possessively as he slowly pulled out. Silence stretched.

Seungcheol's eyes widened, his grip tightening on the phone in his hand. His mouth opened, then closed. He clearly didn't know where to look, but his gaze kept dragging back to the scene in front of him.

Jihoon didn't rush to cover anything. He simply glanced over his shoulder, still kneeling between your spread legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His voice came out low and slightly hoarse.

“...convenient timing, hyung.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn't- fuck. I'll just... leave the phone.” But he didn't move. His eyes flicked to you again - the way you were still trembling, barely coherent, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.

You let out a soft, broken sound, too out of it to feel real embarrassment, your body instinctively clenching around nothing now that Jihoon had pulled out.

Jihoon reached down and lazily pushed two fingers into your leaking cunt, stirring the mess he'd left behind. His eyes never left Seungcheol's.

“You can leave it on the table,” he said calmly, almost too casually. “Or…”

Seungcheol's jaw tightened. And walked towards the scene. Sitting beside you, caressing your hair. “You okay there? Are you ready to give us another round?”

Something about Seungcheol is that he didn't mind sharing. Not with jihoon at least.

Your brain was a complete mush, you couldn't think straight, so you just made a sound, a little whimper.

“What’s that, baby? Use your big girl words” Seungcheol cooed. “I think that's a yes, Hyung” jihoon chuckled behind you, giving your used cunt a slap that made you squirm.

Seungcheol’s fingers threaded gently through your hair, the touch surprisingly tender compared to the heat burning in his eyes. He leaned down closer, his breath warm against your ear as he brushed damp strands away from your flushed face.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing, the same tone he used when he was trying to get the group to agree to one of his ideas. “You’ve been such a good girl for Jihoon already. Let hyung take care of you too. Yeah?”

You managed another broken whimper, hips twitching at the light slap Jihoon had given your sensitive pussy. The sound you made was barely coherent, but your body answered for you—back arching just slightly, pushing your ass higher in a silent plea.

Jihoon let out a soft, satisfied huff of laughter. “Told you. She’s still needy.” His fingers curled inside you again, slow and deliberate, pushing the warm mix of his cum deeper. The wet, obscene sound filled the room, making your thighs tremble. “Greedy little thing. Took everything I gave her and still wants more.”

Seungcheol’s jaw flexed. He glanced down at where Jihoon’s fingers disappeared inside you, then back up to your hazy, half-lidded eyes.

He stood just long enough to shrug off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor along with your forgotten phone. His shirt followed. The sight of his broad, toned chest made your stomach flutter even through the fog in your brain. He was bigger than Jihoon in frame, all solid muscle from years of working out, and right now every inch of him looked coiled with restrained want.

“Move over a bit, Jihoon-ah,” Seungcheol said, voice rough. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Instead of taking your pussy right away, he gently rolled you onto your back, facing him. One large hand cupped your cheek while the other slid down your body, mapping the marks Jihoon had already left—red fingerprints on your hips, faint hickeys blooming on your shoulders.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he whispered, almost reverent. His thumb brushed your swollen bottom lip. “All fucked out and still looking at me like that.”

Seungcheol’s thumb kept stroking your bottom lip, his dark eyes locked on yours like he was trying to memorize every dazed, glassy detail. “That’s it… look at me, baby. Just like that.” His voice was rough but gentle.

Jihoon shifted higher on the bed, kneeling beside your head now, his own cock still hard and glistening. One hand lazily pumped himself as he watched Seungcheol settle between your spread legs.

Seungcheol pushed your thighs wider, his broad palms sliding under your knees to fold you open for him. He dragged the thick head of his cock up and down your slick pussy, coating himself in the mix of your wetness and Jihoon’s cum. The filthy sound made your hips jerk.

“Fuck… you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he breathed, almost to himself. Then he pushed in, stretching you open with a deep groan that vibrated through his chest. “So warm… so fucking full already.”

You let out a broken moan as he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around his thicker length. The fullness was overwhelming, especially after Jihoon had already used you so thoroughly.

Jihoon leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss while Seungcheol started moving—long, deep strokes that made your breasts bounce with every thrust. When Jihoon pulled back, he guided the tip of his cock to your lips.

“Open up, princess,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Let me feel that pretty mouth while hyung fucks you.”

You parted your lips obediently, and Jihoon slid inside with a quiet curse, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. He didn’t push too deep, letting you adjust while Seungcheol’s pace grew steadily rougher.

“Look at her,” Seungcheol growled, eyes fixed where your bodies connected. His thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles, making your thighs shake. “Taking both of us so well. Such a perfect girl for us.”

The praise made your head spin even more. Jihoon’s hips rocked shallowly into your mouth, his usual quiet intensity cracking into soft grunts and whispered filth.

“Shit— her tongue… always so good,” he hissed. One of his hands reached down to pinch and tug at your nipple, while Seungcheol leaned forward, folding you deeper into the meanest matting press you could’ve imagined, and sucking a fresh mark onto the side of your neck.

They found a rhythm quickly—Seungcheol pounding into your dripping cunt, Jihoon using your mouth in slower thrusts. Every time Seungcheol hit that perfect spot inside you, you moaned around Jihoon’s cock, the vibrations pulling more curses from him.

Seungcheol’s control started slipping. His thrusts grew harder, the wet slap of skin louder as he chased his pleasure. “Gonna fill you up too, baby. Want you leaking both of us when we’re done.”

Jihoon pulled out of your mouth just long enough for you to gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his cock. He tapped the wet head against your cheek, smirking faintly.

“Tell hyung how bad you want his cum,” Jihoon cooed, voice deceptively soft. “Use your words this time.”

Seungcheol’s hips snapped forward harder, his thick cock dragging against your walls with every deep thrust.

The wet, filthy sounds of him fucking Jihoon’s cum back into you filled the room. Your eyes were glassy, tears of overstimulation clinging to your lashes as Jihoon lazily tapped his cock against your tongue. Jihoon smirked, gripping your hair a little tighter. “Hear that, hyung? She’s trying so hard to speak.” You pulled off Jihoon’s cock just enough to gasp out a broken, desperate plea, voice hoarse and trembling.“P-please… Seungcheol… hyung… please cum inside me,” you begged, words slurring together.

Your hips rolled up to meet his thrusts, chasing more. “Want your cum… fill me up… please, I need it—need both of you dripping out of me… please cum in my pussy, hyung—”Seungcheol’s eyes darkened, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest. His grip on your thighs turned bruising as he fucked you harder, the bed creaking under the force.“Fuck, listen to you,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Such a greedy little slut for our cum. Begging so pretty like that.” He leaned down, biting your bottom lip before kissing you messily. “You’re gonna get it, baby. Gonna pump you so full.”Jihoon chuckled darkly, stroking himself as he watched. “She really loses it when she gets desperate.”Seungcheol’s pace turned punishing, his thumb rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit until your whole body seized up. You came hard around him with a broken cry, walls fluttering and squeezing his cock. That finally pushed him over the edge.With a deep, strained moan, Seungcheol buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding your already soaked pussy with thick, hot spurts. He kept grinding through it, pushing his cum deeper while you whimpered and trembled beneath him.

Seungcheol pulled out slowly, a thick glob of his cum leaking from your stretched hole. You were still panting, body twitching with aftershocks, when Jihoon moved.

He lay down on his back in the center of your bed, cock hard and glistening, and pulled you on top of him with strong hands on your hips.

“C’mere, princess,” Jihoon murmured. He guided you to straddle him, facing his chest. You sank down onto his cock with a shaky moan, taking him easily thanks to the mess already inside you. He groaned deeply as your walls clenched around him, hands gripping your ass to hold you flush against his hips.

Seungcheol watched, slowly stroking his still-hard cock as he knelt behind you. He moved between Jihoon’s spread legs, positioning himself right behind your ass.

“You ready to take both of us in this tight little pussy?” Seungcheol asked, voice thick. He rubbed the fat head of his cock against your already-filled entrance, pressing right beside where Jihoon was buried inside you.

You nodded desperately, whimpering. “Please… want both… stretch me full—”

Jihoon reached up and cupped your face, pulling you down so your chest pressed against his. “Relax for us, baby. Breathe.”

Seungcheol pushed forward.

The pressure was intense. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as the thick head of his cock forced its way in alongside Jihoon’s, stretching your walls obscenely wide. Inch by inch, he sank in, both cocks rubbing together inside your slick, cum-filled cunt. The fullness was overwhelming—burning, aching, and so fucking good.

“Fuuuck—” Seungcheol hissed through clenched teeth, eyes locked on where your pussy was stretched impossibly around both of them. “So goddamn tight… look at her taking us.”

Jihoon let out a shaky breath beneath you, one hand sliding down to press lightly on your lower belly, feeling the bulge. “She’s so full. Can feel you throbbing against me, hyung.”

Once Seungcheol bottomed out, all three of you stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the brutal stretch. Your thighs trembled violently, soft broken whimpers spilling from your lips as your walls fluttered and clenched around the two thick cocks stuffed inside you.

Then they started moving.

Jihoon rolled his hips up from below in slow, deep thrusts while Seungcheol fucked you from above on his knees—powerful, controlled strokes that made your whole body jolt between them. Their cocks dragged against each other and against every sensitive spot inside you with every thrust, pushing Jihoon’s and Seungcheol’s cum in and out in filthy, wet sounds.

“Ah—! Too much… so full—” you sobbed, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure.

Seungcheol groaned, gripping your hips tighter as he thrust deeper. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking two cocks in this greedy cunt like a perfect little slut.” He leaned forward, one hand bracing beside Jihoon’s head as he kissed your shoulder. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

Jihoon’s hand slipped between your bodies to rub your swollen clit in tight circles, making your eyes roll back. “She’s squeezing us so fucking hard,” he panted, voice strained. His other arm wrapped around your back, holding you down against his chest as he fucked up into you harder.

The rhythm grew faster, more desperate—wet skin slapping, low groans, and your broken moans filling the room. Every thrust pushed more mixed cum out around their cocks, dripping down Jihoon’s balls and onto the sheets.

“Gonna cum again,” Seungcheol growled against your ear. “Want us to fill you up together this time?”

Seungcheol’s thrusts grew deeper and more forceful, his hips slapping against your ass as he drove both cocks even further into your overstretched pussy. Jihoon matched him from below, rolling his hips up in sharp, relentless strokes. The dual pressure was merciless—two thick cocks rubbing together inside you, dragging against every swollen, sensitive inch of your walls with wet, obscene sounds.

You were shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face, mouth open in constant broken cries.

“Too full—ahh—can’t—fuck—!” you sobbed, nails digging into Jihoon’s shoulders.

Jihoon groaned beneath you, sweat-slick chest heaving. “She’s squeezing so fucking tight… gonna milk us dry.” One hand stayed on your clit, rubbing fast and firm, while the other gripped your hip to keep you pinned against him.

Seungcheol leaned over your back, caging you between their bodies. His voice was ragged against your ear. “You begged for our cum, baby. Now you’re gonna take every drop. Gonna fill this greedy little cunt until it’s overflowing.”

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

Your whole body seized up, walls clamping down viciously around both cocks as you came with a silent scream, eyes rolling back. The brutal stretch and overwhelming fullness sent you spiraling hard—thighs locking, pussy gushing around them as wave after wave crashed through you.

“Fuck—!” Seungcheol snarled, slamming in deep. His cock throbbed violently against Jihoon’s as he came first, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum straight into your already ruined pussy.

The added heat and pressure pushed Jihoon over the edge right after. He buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural moan, spilling deep inside you while his hips jerked up erratically. Both of them kept moving through their orgasms, grinding and thrusting as they flooded your cunt together, mixing with everything already inside you.

Cum leaked out around their cocks in messy spurts, dripping down Jihoon’s balls and onto the ruined sheets. The three of you stayed locked together, panting and trembling as the pleasure slowly ebbed.

Seungcheol pulled out first with a low, shaky groan, his cock glistening with the messy evidence of all three of you. Jihoon followed shortly after, and the moment they left your body, a thick rush of warm cum spilled out of your abused, fluttering hole, soaking the sheets beneath you. You whimpered softly at the empty feeling, your body still twitching with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

“Shh, easy, baby,” Seungcheol murmured immediately, his voice now soft and soothing. He rolled you gently onto your back and brushed sweat-damp strands of hair from your forehead, pressing tender kisses to your flushed cheeks, your closed eyelids, and the tip of your nose. “You did so incredibly well. Our perfect girl.”

Jihoon slipped off the bed and returned within seconds with a warm, damp towel and a bottle of water. He was uncharacteristically gentle as he wiped you clean between your trembling thighs, murmuring quiet praises the entire time. “Look at you… still leaking so much. You took everything we gave you like you were made for us.” His usual sharp edges had completely melted away, replaced by a rare, fond softness in his eyes.

Seungcheol helped you sit up just enough to sip from a water bottle, one large hand rubbing slow circles on your lower back while the other held the bottle steady. “Small sips, sweetheart. There you go. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

Once you were hydrated and cleaned, they rearranged the three of you with practiced care. Jihoon lay on his back and pulled you against his chest so your head rested right over his steady heartbeat. Seungcheol slid in behind you, wrapping one strong arm around your waist and pressing his broad chest flush against your back, cocooning you completely between their warm bodies. The contrast—Jihoon’s quieter, intense comfort and Seungcheol’s big, protective warmth—made you feel impossibly safe and cherished.

“You okay?” Seungcheol whispered against the nape of your neck, dropping soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder. “Any pain? Too sore?”

You shook your head weakly, nuzzling deeper into Jihoon’s chest. “Feels good… just tired. ”

Jihoon let out a quiet chuckle, his fingers threading gently through your hair. “That’s our girl.” He tilted your chin up and kissed you—slow, sweet, and full of unspoken affection. When he pulled back, his thumb stroked your cheek. “Been wanting this for so long.”

Seungcheol hummed in agreement, tightening his hold around you. “Same. Every time you smiled at the group, every time you laughed at my dumb jokes or helped me organize things… I was gone for you. Didn’t think I’d ever get to hold you like this.” He paused, then added with a small, shy laugh, “And apparently Jihoon-ah was faster than me.”

“Hyung was too busy being obvious and protective,” Jihoon teased lightly, though his voice stayed gentle. He kissed the top of your head. “But we both knew you were special. Still do.”

You let out a tiny, content sigh, your body finally relaxing completely between them.

You giggled sleepily, the sound making both of them melt a little more. The room grew quiet except for the steady rhythm of their breathing and the occasional soft kiss pressed to your skin.

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Hand me a towel.

Have you ever misgendered your roommate?When you first moved into your assigned dorm, you didn’t bother talking to them. On the rare occasions you tried, they’d only respond with a nod or a shake of the head. It was fine—talking wasn’t necessary. Both of you were too wrapped up in your own worlds to care.Then one day they called out from the bathroom, asking you to hand them a towel. Nothing unusual. Until you opened the door.

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It was a fairly normal day. One of the very few days you had off, And by a very strange coincidence, your roommate was also home.

This was odd, since both of them usually had busy lives due to their studies. But you didn't think much of it anyway. Perhaps if they had spoken from the beginning they could have been very good girlfriends by now. But when you moved in with her, it was finals week, so you didn't exchange a word. And now they don't speak a word to each other, they only communicate by text messages. You had her cell phone number, since it was given to you with your dorm assignment sheet. Her name: Yoon Jeonghan. A very beautiful girl, with wavy hair, and such delicate and pretty features.

You were sprawled in the couch, drinking some ice tea—Lipton Iced Tea Mix— while doom scrolling on reels, The weather outside looked nice, but you didn't feel like going out.

You stretched a little, letting your bones flex, and sighed, releasing all the week's stress in that breath. Then you got up and checked what you would eat today. When you opened the fridge, well, there was food to eat, but you felt lazy and decided to order some take out.

You grab your phone from the couch, shifting your focus from the endless loop of reels to a food delivery app. As you scroll through options—debating between a warm bowl of ramen or just ordering a massive pizza you can pick at for the next two days—the muffled sound of rushing water from the bathroom suddenly cuts off. A moment of silence follows, save for the hum of the refrigerator.

Then, the bathroom door creaks open a mere crack, and a voice calls out.

“Hey... sorry to bother you, but could you hand me a towel? I forgot to bring one in, and the rack is empty."

The voice is smooth, a little raspy, and definitely deeper than you would have expected for someone you’d mentally categorized as a quiet, shy and delicate girl for the past few months. You blink, a little startled by the sudden interaction. It’s probably the most consecutive words you’ve heard them speak out loud since moving in. “Uh, yeah, sure, hold on!” you call back, setting your phone down on the kitchen island. You walk over to the linen closet in the hallway, grab a fresh, fluffy white towel, and head toward the bathroom. You knock lightly on the wooden frame first.

“I have it.” “Thanks, just hand it to me,” the voice replies. Without thinking much of it—assuming they'd just crack the door an inch and stick a hand out—you push the door open slightly to pass the towel through. But the door swings a bit wider than intended, pushed by the draft, and the heavy mist of hot steam billows out into the hallway, carrying the scent of sweet, cherry-blossom shampoo.

You freeze. Standing there, halfway out of the shower glass and reaching for the door, is your roommate. The long, beautiful, wavy hair you'd admired from a distance is dripping wet, plastered against a pair of broad, distinctly masculine shoulders. The water droplets slide down a completely bare, flat, and toned chest. Jeonghan stops mid-motion, his hand hovering in the air. He looks at you, his sharp, pretty eyes blinking through the damp strands of hair, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing. He tilts his head slightly, a faint, amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Are you going to give me the towel, or just keep staring?” he asks, his voice echoing slightly against the bathroom tiles.

Your brain short-circuits. Yoon Jeonghan.The delicate features. The beautiful hair. The name you never questioned because you were not that familiar with Korean names. And She... is very clearly a he. And finally you realize you're staring at him and hand him the towel, rushing out of there, slamming the door behind you. But before you can sprint to your room, the door opens, and a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back inside the bathroom, closing the door and trapping you against it.

The steam still clung thick in the air, making the small bathroom feel even smaller as Jeonghan pinned you against the closed door with surprising ease. His grip on your wrist was firm, warm from the shower, and droplets of water slid from his hair onto your shirt. He was still completely naked, the towel you'd handed him now loosely draped over one shoulder instead of wrapped around his waist. Up close like this, the contrast hit you harder—the delicate, almost ethereal beauty of his face with those sharp, cat-like eyes and full lips, paired with the lean, toned lines of a man's body, narrow hips, and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal starting to stir.

"You okay there? You look like you saw a ghost," he murmured, his voice low and slightly husky, laced with that same amusement. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth as he tilted his head, letting wet strands of hair fall across one eye. “Or maybe you've been wondering about me this whole time? Have you finally found out?”

Your heart hammered against your ribs. Words tangled in your throat.“I—Jeonghan—you're... I thought—”

“A girl?” He chuckled softly. One hand stayed braced beside your head on the door, caging you in, while the other released your wrist only to trail lightly down your arm. “Happens more often than you'd think. The name, the hair, the face... I stopped correcting people a long time ago. It's easier this way. That's why I never corrected you” His gaze dropped slowly, deliberately, tracing over your body before flicking back up.“But, you never asked.”

The heat from the shower mixed with the flush creeping up your neck. You could smell the cherry-blossom shampoo on him, sweet and intoxicating, and feel the warmth radiating off his bare skin. He was close enough that if either of you breathed too deeply, you'd touch.

Jeonghan leaned in a fraction more, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You were staring pretty hard, liked what you saw?” His free hand came up, fingers grazing your jaw, tilting your face toward his. Those pretty eyes were half-lidded now with something hungry. “Don't tell me I ruined the roommate situationship we had...Or did it make it better?”

Your back pressed harder against the wood. Part of you wanted to bolt. The bigger part—the one currently short-circuiting from the sight, scent, and sheer overwhelming presence of him—didn't.

“I... wasn't expecting this,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good.” His smirk deepened. He shifted his weight, and you felt the unmistakable brush of his hardening cock against your thigh through your clothes. "Neither was I when you decided to walk around the dorm without a bra, or when you wonder around the place not wearing pants, and you let me see that beautiful ass of yours, oh and let's not forget the fucking times you bring disgusting men... Never took you for the type that fake orgasms. You deserve better baby.”

He paused, giving you a moment, those delicate features softening just a touch as if checking if you'd push him away. When you didn't, his hand slid to the back of your neck, thumb stroking lightly.

“You deserve me.” he purred, voice dropping even lower.

Jeonghan didn’t wait long for your answer.

The second your lips parted he closed the distance and kissed you hard. It wasn’t gentle. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against yours as he pressed his naked, still-damp body flush against you. The towel dropped forgotten to the floor.

You moaned into his mouth when his hand shoved your shirt up roughly, exposing your breasts. He broke the kiss only to latch onto your neck, sucking a dark mark right below your jaw while his fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” he growled against your skin, voice raspy. “Bet you’re already soaked for me, isn't that right, hun?”

His other hand didn’t hesitate. He shoved your pants and underwear down in one impatient tug, letting them bunch around your thighs. Two long fingers slid between your folds, stroking your slick heat before pushing inside you without warning.

“Ah-!F-Fuck, Han...” Your head fell back against the door with a thud.“Shhh… that’s it,” Jeonghan purred, curling his fingers deep, stroking that spot that made your knees buckle. “So wet already. This pretty "girl" is gonna ruin sex f'u, You're only going to want to fuck with me, you're only going to want me to be the one to fill you up, right? I should make you completely mine, shouldn't I? Filling you up with my babies.”

He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit with relentless precision. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the steamy bathroom. Your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the pleasure as he kissed and bit down your collarbone.

Jeonghan pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while staring straight into your eyes, that pretty, wicked smirk never leaving his face.

“On your knees, baby. I want to feel that mouth first.”

Jeonghan’s voice was low and rough with need as he guided you down firmly until your back hit the door. His thick, leaking cock bobbed right in front of your face—long, flushed dark pink, and beautifully curved upward, the swollen head already shiny with precum. You barely had time to inhale before he tangled his fingers tightly in your hair and pushed forward, sliding the hot, heavy length between your lips with a deep, filthy groan.

“Fuuuuuck… good fucking girl,oh... my... G-goood.” he sighed, eyes rolling back for a second before locking onto you again. “Th-that’s it—open wider. Take my cock like the needy little girl you are.”

You wrapped your lips around him, sucking eagerly as your tongue swirled around the leaking tip. The taste of him was musky, slightly sweet from the shower gel still clinging to his skin. Jeonghan didn’t let you ease into it. He rocked his hips forward, feeding you more of his length until the head nudged the back of your throat.

“Shit- yes! just like that,” he moaned, breathy and shameless. “Suck it like you mean it. I’ve jerked off so many fucking times daydreaming about storming insied- Fuck!- your room when those stupid guys, oh shit! Don't know how to pleasure you... And, fucking, show them how's it done, Ahh-!”

You placed your hands on his firm, toned ass for support, fingers digging into the muscle as he started fucking your face with slow, deep thrusts. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the steamy bathroom every time he pulled back, your saliva already dripping down his shaft and coating your chin. The more he pushed, the messier it got—thick strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock whenever he withdrew.

Jeonghan looked down at you with his half-lidded eyes, his delicate features flushed pink and his long wavy hair sticking to his damp cheeks and neck. The contrast was dizzying—this ethereally pretty face moaning like a porn star while he used your throat.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice cracking with pleasure. “Drooling all over my cock like a desperate slut. You have no idea how many times I imagined shoving you down and face-fucking you until tears ran down your cheeks. How many fucking times I wanted to... Ahhh... Fuck you when you're being a fucking menace by only wearing those- Uhhg-  Diminute tank tops without a bra, and those beautiful panties.”

He tightened his grip in your hair and thrust deeper, forcing you to take almost all of him. Your throat constricted around the head of his cock and you gagged wetly, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto your shirt and the floor. Jeonghan groaned loudly at the feeling, hips stuttering.

“Fuck yes—gag on it. Make it messy, baby. I want your throat bulging. That’s my good girl… choking on my dick like you were made for it.”Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he started fucking your mouth faster, shallow and sloppy now, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoing off the tiles. His balls slapped lightly against your chin with every thrust. Precum and saliva ran down your neck in shiny rivulets. Jeonghan’s pretty lips were parted, soft whimpers and filthy praises spilling out nonstop.“You’re so much better than I imagined… warm, wet, fucking perfect. Bet your pussy is clenching right now, jealous your throat is getting all the attention.”

He suddenly pulled you forward until your nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, holding you there as your throat spasmed around him. You choked hard, more thick drool pouring from your stretched lips and running down his balls.

After a few long seconds he pulled back, letting you gasp for air. A thick strand of saliva connected your panting mouth to his throbbing, sloppy cock. Jeonghan stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of your face—swollen lips, tear-streaked cheeks, chin covered in spit—and smirked.

“God, you look so fucking filthy like this…” He tapped his wet cock against your cheek a few times, smearing the mess around. “But I’m not done with this mouth yet.”

He slid back between your lips immediately, resuming the relentless rhythm, clearly loving how wrecked and sloppy you were becoming.

“En-enough. I need to be inside you.”

He pulled you up like you weighed nothing, spun you around, and bent you over the bathroom counter. Your hands braced against the mirror as he kicked your legs wider. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, sliding up and down your soaked folds teasingly.“Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice dark. One hand gripped your hip, the other reached around to rub your clit. “Watch how pretty you look when I finally fuck you the way you deserve.”

Then he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

You cried out, the stretch intense and perfect. Jeonghan moaned loudly, forehead dropping against your shoulder for a second as he savored the tight heat.“Sh-shiiiit… so fucking- tight- oh my-!” he hissed. “Better than I imagined.” he chuckled.

He didn’t give you long to adjust. His hips snapped forward, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with your moans and his low grunts. Every thrust dragged against that sweet spot inside you, making your legs shake.

Jeonghan’s hand slid up your back, gripping your hair and pulling your head back so you were forced to watch in the mirror—his pretty face behind you, eyes locked on yours, lips parted in pleasure as he fucked you harder.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded between thrusts. “Tell me whose cock is ruining you right now.”

He reached around again, rubbing your clit in tight circles, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every snap of his hips.

“Fucking answer!” Jeonghan growled, slapping your swollen clit again with sharp, wet smacks that made your whole body jolt.

“It’s—ahh! It’s your cock!” you cried out, voice breaking as he slammed into you even harder. “Jeonghan- fuck- your cock is ruining me!”

A satisfied, wicked laugh escaped his lips. “That’s right, baby. My cock. Not those useless boys you brought home.” He yanked your hair harder, forcing your eyes to stay on the mirror. The sight was obscene: your face flushed and wrecked with tears, mouth open in a broken moan, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, while behind you Jeonghan looked like a wet dream—long wavy hair sticking to his pretty face, sharp eyes dark with lust, lips parted as he fucked you like he owned you.

“Can you see how deep I’m going, hmm?” he hissed, slowing his thrusts for a moment so you could see his thick, glistening cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, stretching your pussy wide. “Look at how your greedy cunt swallows me! So fucking sloppy already.”

The wet squelching sounds were loud and filthy, your arousal dripping down your thighs and coating his balls. Jeonghan reached around and rubbed your clit again in fast, messy circles, occasionally giving it another light slap that sent electric shocks through your body.

Your legs started shaking uncontrollably. The angle was perfect—his curved cock dragging relentlessly against your g-spot with every thrust. You could feel the pressure building fast, dangerously fast.Jeonghan noticed. Of course he did.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, suddenly slowing his hips to a torturous grind, keeping himself buried deep while he rolled his hips in slow circles. “I want to feel this tight little pussy milk me when I say so.”

He pulled out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whimpered pathetically at the loss. Before you could protest, he spun you around to face him, lifted you onto the counter, and shoved your back against the cool mirror.

Jeonghan hooked your legs over his arms, spreading you wide open, and thrust back inside in one brutal stroke. The new angle made you scream.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,yes, right there!” you sobbed.

He pounded into you mercilessly, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing off the tiles. Sweat and steam made both your bodies slick. His pretty face was inches from yours now—those delicate features twisted in raw pleasure as he watched you fall apart.

“Yo-you’re clenching so hard around me- fuck—” he groaned. “Such a needy fucking hole. Been waiting months to fill you up like this.”

He leaned down and captured your mouth in a messy, spit-slick kiss, tongues sliding desperately while he kept fucking you deep. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he panted against your mouth. “Gonna pump this pretty pussy full until it’s leaking down your thighs. You want that, don’t you? Want your roommate to breed you like a slut?”His thumb found your clit again, rubbing fast and firm. Your walls fluttered wildly around his cock, the coil in your belly tightening unbearably.

“Jeonghan- d-don't s-stop, please, I'm so close—”“Cum then,” he finally commanded, voice dark and breathless. “Cum on my cock like a good girl. Let me feel it.”He slammed into you harder, angling perfectly, and the orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your vision went white as you screamed his name, pussy spasming violently around his thick length, gushing around him. Jeonghan moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him rhythmically.“Fuck—fuck— so tight—!”

He fucked you through it, chasing his own release with short, desperate thrusts until his hips stuttered. With a broken, beautiful moan right against your ear, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside you. His cock twitched with every spurt, filling you until you could feel the warmth leaking out around him.For a long moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the dripping of water from the forgotten shower head.

Jeonghan stayed buried deep inside you, forehead pressed gently against yours as you both trembled through the aftershocks. A lazy, satisfied smirk slowly spread across his flushed, angelic face. His breathing slowly evened out, warm against your skin.

He brushed a few damp strands of hair away from your face with careful fingers.“…You okay?” he whispered, voice still hoarse.

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. That was… intense.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in and kissed you slowly,soft, sweet, and unhurried. Then he pressed another kiss to your cheek and the corner of your mouth.

He pulled out carefully, both of you sighing at the loss. You felt his cum starting to leak down your thigh, but Jeonghan was already reaching for the towel. He cleaned you up with gentle hands, almost reverent, before quickly wiping himself down.

Without a word, he turned the shower back on to a warm spray and guided you under it with him. The water felt soothing against your heated skin. He washed you slowly, his fingers massaging shampoo into your hair while you did the same for him, running your hands through his long, wet waves. He kept stealing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck the whole time.

After drying off, he wrapped you in a big towel and carried you straight to his bed. He laid you down gently before leaving, and bringing you some clothes. When you were both dressed he climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, one leg tangling with yours as he held you close.

For a few minutes, you simply lay there in comfortable silence, listening to his heartbeat.

“I should probably explain something,” Jeonghan said quietly, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your back. “I wasn’t around much… not because I didn’t like you. It was kind of the opposite.”

You tilted your head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He let out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. “You made it really hard for me to behave. Literally.” His cheeks flushed just a little. “Every time you walked around in those tiny shorts or without a bra… or when I’d hear you through the walls… I had to leave the dorm more often than I wanted to. I was worried I’d do something stupid and make you uncomfortable.”

Your face heated up, but you couldn’t help smiling. “So all those times you disappeared…” “Yeah,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. “I was either in the library trying to calm down or jerking off in the shower thinking about you. Not my proudest moments.”

You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly. “I can’t believe I never noticed.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve liked you for a while now. More than I probably should have, especially since we barely talked. I just didn’t know how to tell you without it being weird.”

You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. They were warm, a little vulnerable, and unfairly pretty. He leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet, savoring the moment. When he pulled away, he tucked you closer against him.

Your stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet intimacy. Jeonghan chuckled.

“Hungry?”

“Very,” you admitted.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand without letting you go, keeping one arm firmly around your waist. “Pizza it is, then. Extra cheese?”you hummed a yes.

He placed the order quickly, then set the phone aside and pulled you back into his chest. As he tapped in the order, he mumbled against your hair, “By the way… you’re my girlfriend now. I decided. No take-backs. So… that means I can finally stop pretending I don’t like when you walk around the house barely clothed.” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

You poked his side. “Only if you stop ignoring me.” “You got a deal,” he laughed softly, the sound warm and low in his chest.

He kissed your forehead and held you tighter as the comfortable silence returned.

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DK and Mingyu are both head-over-heels for Boo Youmi, constantly begging and pleading for a chance with her. No matter how hard they try, she gently turns them down every time. They've begun to suspect she already has someone... and they're so right!

Youmi is madly in love with you, her best friend - her very first and only crush. You're the prettiest, kindest girl in her eyes, and she's completely captivated. What you don't realize is how deeply her feelings run. You joke about her being your "girlfriend," kiss her cheek, hold her hand, invite her for sleepovers, and even flash her playfully from time to time. To you, it's all harmless fun between best friends.

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What are the rules for breakfast today?

Hoshi's tiger agenda is on my mind lately...So:

Tiger hybrid Soonyoung x (slightly yearner) female reader

Your roommate (who just happens to be a tiger hybrid) has been driving you crazy since college, now that you live together it's much more complicated to be around him, because it seems he's allergic to clothes.

After a string of bad dates, you decide to try and do something about it. But predictably, he takes charge and shows you what a real tiger is.

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“Hmmm...” I hummed as I stretched, The beam of sunlight illuminating my face was becoming annoying, causing me to wake up. I opened my eyes and rolled over in bed, eventually sitting on the edge. I rubbed my eyes and opened them again. I didn't feel like being productive today; I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to stay in bed. But that wasn't an option I had to go to work.

I finally got up and went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, it was still early; the advantages of routine I guess, I don't use an alarm to wake me up now. I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body, and started getting dressed and fixing my hair and face a little.I got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body, and started getting dressed and fixing my hair and face.

When I was finally satisfied with the result I walked downstairs. The smell of something savory hit me before I even reached the kitchen. Soonyoung was already there, back turned, his ears twitched slightly at the sound of my footsteps. His striped orange-and-black tail flicked lazily behind him as he stood at the stove.

“Morning,” I announced, voice still a little raspy. I opened the fridge and grabbed a cold bottle of water.He glanced over his shoulder. His usual bright energy was missing; instead, his eyes looked tired, and there was a faint crease between his brows. Even his ears were drooping a little.

“You look like shit,” I said before I could stop myself. “Everything okay?”Soonyoung let out a long sigh, poking at whatever was sizzling in the pan with a spatula. “Rough night. Went on that date yesterday...the one I told you about, the girl who I matched with in that dating app.”I leaned against the counter, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle. “And?”He paused, his tail went still. “She thought I was lying when I said I was a hybrid. When we actually met up, she kept giving me these...dirty looks. Like I was some kind of freak who tricked her.”

He made a small, defeated pout that made something in my chest twist. “I showed her my ears and tail right away, but she still acted like I’d catfished her or something.”I swallowed the sudden sour taste in my mouth.

The way he said it so casually, like he was used to it, made it worse. I've been fantasying with this fucking guy since we were in college. We started being roommates as well, the dorms were pretty expensive and that wasn't a problem for me, but being alone. I hated the idea of being alone. So I started looking for a roommate.

A friend of mine told me that his friend was looking for a roommate since he couldn't really afford to rent a dorm here. So that's how we were liked up. I couldn't care less he was an hybrid, he was nice and really good looking and he didnt seem dangerous at all, with time we became closer we used to attend to parties together, we talked about our experiences with the opposite sex, we studied together. And the dorm rules dynamic was pretty good, we were on the same road.

So when we graduated college, We both agreed to live together for as long as we could. I helped him financially, and he helped myself because I hated being alone. And the idea of living alone terrified me.

Over time, we both drifted apart a bit. Work, social life, trying to find love, etc. But at the end of the day, we could always talk over dinner or breakfast. And that was what comforted me most. Having someone to myself. I think if I had to complain about anything, it would be the fact that he's always naked when he's home.

Well, not completely naked; sometimes he just wears pants that are pretty low on his hips. Or sometimes he just walks around the house in shorts or boxers. My libido increases every time I'm near him. Is his body shape simply so..delicious? Toned body, killer abs, a great pair of legs, a well-structured, round, and beautiful ass, and arms that could easily manhandle me.He was the protagonist of my wet dreams since we started living together; I would do anything for at least a taste of him, at least a kiss on the lips...

“It hasn’t even been that long since hybrids became part of regular society,” I said gently, finally sitting on the counter. “People are still adjusting. Some of them are assholes. But not everyone is like that. You’ll find someone who sees you and actually… wants you. All of you.”Soonyoung turned off the stove and sat next to me. His ears perked up just a fraction at my words, but the pout stayed. Up close, I could see the faint dark circles under his eyes and the way his blonde hair was messier than usual. “Did you sleep well?” I asked and he just shook with his head a no.

He looked really cute for someone who could probably pin me against this counter without even trying.“Maybe I should stop using dating apps... I'm pretty sure that's my biggest mistake here.” He rubbed the back of his neck, claws lightly scratching at the short fur there. “Anyways.Breakfast’s ready, by the way. I made extra. Figured you’d need it before work.”I smiled, even though my stomach was doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did around him lately. “Thanks, Hoshi.”

Soonyoung stood behind the sink, water running over the plates, his tail flicking with that restless rhythm he got when his brain wouldn’t shut off.“Text me if the studio runs late,” I called over my shoulder and he glanced back, suds dripping from his hands. “Yeah. You too. Don’t let that asshole manager dump extra reports on you again. Fighting!”I snorted and left.

The workday dragged like usual; endless spreadsheets, a lot of passive-aggressive emails, and the same coworker who always “forgot” to send his reports and now I had to do them. By the time I got home, the apartment smelled faintly of takeout and the citrus cleaner Soonyoung liked to use when he cleaned.

I kicked off my shoes and padded toward the kitchen, only to freeze in place.Soonyoung was sprawled on the floor doing push-ups, shirtless,(nothing unusual at this point) his sweat was glistening along the stripes that faded into the skin of his back,those stripes only were a faint darker color of his skin. His tail lashed side to side with each rep, his ears were flat against his messy blond hair. Headphones blasted something loud enough that I could hear the bass from across the room so he hadn’t noticed me yet.

I should have announced myself. Instead I stood there like an idiot, watching the way his shoulders flexed, the way his arms corded with effort. The low-slung shorts had ridden down dangerously, revealing the top of that perfect ass and the faint stripes that disappeared beneath the fabric.My throat went dry. Years of this; walking in on him half-dressed, catching glimpses that fed every late-night fantasy,and I still wasn’t immune.He dropped to his forearms for a plank, breath coming hard,I couldn't get used to the gasps and groans he let out.

But finally I announced my arrival, standing in front of him. His ears shot straight up.“Shit” He rolled onto his back, pulling the headphones down around his neck. A low, involuntary purr rumbled in his chest before he cut it off with a cough. “You’re home early.”“The last meeting got canceled.” I set my bag on the counter, pretending my pulse wasn’t racing and my mind wasn't creating the most unhinged scenarios.

“You okay? You seem pretty stressed.”He sat up, running a hand through his damp hair. The movement made his abs shift in a way that should be illegal. “They’re pushing this new performance piece for the city festival. I was excited, it's a mixed cast;humans and hybrids. But some of the sponsors are being... picky about who gets featured. Said my ‘aesthetic’ might be too intense for family audiences.”I leaned against the counter. “Too intense? You’re literally the guy who makes kids laugh during warm-ups.”“Yeah, well. Not everyone thinks it’s cute when the tiger hybrid actually looks like a tiger.” He stood in one fluid motion, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. His tail curled tight against his leg. “They want me to tone down the choreography. Make it 'softer.' Like if I was some house cat instead of-”He cut himself off, jaw tight and his shoulders slumped.

“Fuck them. You’re the best choreographer they’ve got. I'm sure they'll come crawling back to you.”Soonyoung’s eyes met mine. Then he flashed that bright, crooked grin.

“We should skip the greasy takeout and I'll cook something real.” Before I could argue, he was already pulling ingredients from the fridge, withouth a fucking shirt, moving with an easy confidence. We fell into the familiar rhythm: me chopping vegetables while he seasoned meat, his tail occasionally brushing my hip when he reached past me.

Every touch lingered a beat too long. Halfway through stir-frying, his phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen and his ears drooped again and he sighed.“Date from last week,” he muttered, silencing it. “She wants to 'try again' now that she’s had time to process. Says my tail is 'kinda hot'  in retrospect.”

The knife in my hand paused. Jealousy twisted and sudden in my gut. “You gonna go?”Soonyoung shrugged, “Probably not. Feels like pity... Besides I’m tired of trying to go on dates. Tired of the looks. Sometimes I think it’d be easier if I just stopped dating” “No,” I said quietly, setting the knife down. He turned, ears forward now.“Why not? u know maybe it' for the best...”

Because the thought of you hiding any part of yourself makes me want to punch something. Because I’ve wanted all of you; stripes, tail, attitude, and all since college. The words sat heavy on my tongue.Instead I simply said,“Because you’re not too much. Not for the right person. And you'll find it, eventually” His tail flicked once, wrapping loosely around my wrist for a heartbeat before letting go like he’d caught himself doing something he shouldn’t.

The moment stretched. Then the timer on the rice cooker beeped, shattering it.We ate on the couch instead of the table, plates balanced on our laps while some mindless action movie played.

When the credits rolled, he stretched, arms above his head, exposing the full line of his torso. “You sleeping now?” “Probably.” Lie. I wouldn’t sleep with him this close. He stood, collecting plates, then headed to the kitchen. His tail swayed behind him, slower than usual. I stayed on the couch long after he disappeared upstairs, my mind replayed the moment I saw him working out, the sweat, his groans, everything. Even the little peak I had of his... bush?...

“FUCK!” I slapped myself for thinking about that.I stood up and headed straight to my room. I could not stop thinking about him, so, I thought about the best way to release this feeling outta me.

“I can't believe I'm doing this” I sighed and I slipped my hand under my pajama shorts, started with light touches, and the images of Soonyoung all worked up, all sweaty, every single fucking detail of him. Enough to make a pool and I could feel all my slick doing so down to my ass, and couldn't care more about making a mess right now. “Sh-Shit” I murmured, the arousal of the action was making me unconscious of the sounds I was letting out of my mouth. Imagining that Soonyoung was the one touching me was driving me crazy; I pushed my fingers deeper, finally touching that gummy spot that made me see stars.“Soonie please- Shit, pleasepleaseple- Ahhhh, f-fuuck-”

“Morning...” I stumbled to the kitchen, I hadn't fully woken up, so my vision was still very poor. And my voice was still a bit raspy.“Morning sweet girl” I didn't have time to process the compliment when I felt his tail pull me towards him, wrapped around my waist. My chest bumped against his -his fucking naked chest-, I felt my heartbeat getting faster and faster, and just as I opened my mouth to speak “Ah-ah, shush” he placed a finger on top of my lips, “Don't say anything unless it's my name or those exquisite moans come out from your delicious lips”

My eyes widened in shock and my heart dropped to my ass; of course he heard, tiger Hybrids have such a good hearing and a heightened sense of smell. I cursed myself internally. Why didn't I remember? I always got to do it when he wasn't around for that very reason. And because I was so intensely horny, I forgot.

"You know how we have certain rules for breakfast... No cell phones... No keeping secrets... And you already know the rest of 'em, right, pretty girl?” As he paused, he moved closer and closer to my ear. One of his hands, which had been resting on the middle of my back, slowly slid down towards my ass.

I nodded to his question “Of course you know, you're a very smart girl... But, you know, I've wanted to change our breakfast rules for a while now. Would you be alright with me changing 'em, just, for this morning?” I blinked once, twice. Trying to figure out if this was one of those fucking wet dreams I've been having... Clearly it wasn't. I got a little lost in his gaze, a mischievous hand cupped my ass and gave it a squeeze that made me gasp.

“So... What are the rules for breakfast today?” It came out almost as a murmur he could clearly hear because of our proximity.

He flashed me that cocky smile once more, and with his other hand, which was resting on one side of me, he moved up to caress my hair, down to my jaw, which he held so that I looked directly at him. He leaned and whispered on my ear, his other hand approaching slowly where I needed him the most “No panties, raw, no distractions... Just, you and me” Her tail swayed, making me feel a tingle that surely made me even wetter. “Shit... I'd be fucking dumb if I said no”

“Thats the attitude!” He spanked my ass, then put both hands on my shoulders, pushing me down until I was on my knees.

Soonyoung shoved his athletic shorts and boxers down in one motion. His cock sprang free, it was fucking big, his tip was already flushed dark and already leaking at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft, and the base disappeared into a neat patch of trimmed blond hair. He was bigger than I’d imagined in all my guilty fantasies.

Before I could even think, I leaned forward and dragged my tongue from the base all the way to the tip, tasting the salty skin and the faint musk that was so unmistakably him.“Don’t be a fucking prude,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Suck my dick properly.”He slapped my cheek lightly with his free hand, not enough to hurt, just enough to make me gasp. “Open up.”I parted my lips and stuck my tongue out flat like an offering. Soonyoung didn’t ease in and pushed forward in one smooth thrust, sliding over my tongue until the head bumped the back of my throat. I gagged instantly, eyes watering, but he only groaned in satisfaction.

"Yes, like that, like that please... Shit... You don't know how beautiful you look like that- you- ahhhhhhhhh, your beautiful little mouth full... Full of my cock, shiiiiiit”

He started moving my head back and forth, using my mouth like a toy. Wet and obscene sounds filled the kitchen immediately,sloppy gagging and the wet squelch every time he hit the back of my throat being loud as fuck. Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin running in shiny trails down my neck and soaking into the front of my shirt.

I couldn’t help the desperate, wet noises I was making. “Gluck-gluck-gluck” Every thrust made more spit bubble and spill, coating his cock until it was glistening and messy, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his shaft every time he pulled back.

He pushed deeper, fucking my throat with greedyness. My nose kept bumping against his lower stomach, smearing my own drool across his skin and the faint stripes there. I could feel his "happy trail" with every bump.

“Look at you, u're such a sloppy little mess already... drooling all over my cock like a desperate whore. Fuck, you’re making such pretty sounds for me.”He pulled me off for a second, a thick string of spit still connecting my swollen lips to the head of his dick.

I was panting, gasping for air. Before I could catch my breath he slapped his wet cock against my cheek a few times, smearing the mess across my face.“Open wider. Tongue out.”I obeyed instantly. He shoved back in, even deeper this time, holding my head still while he rocked his hips. More saliva gushed out, dripping onto the floor between my knees in a small puddle. My throat clenched around him, making wet, choking noises that seemed to turn him on even more.“Shiiiiiiit- ahhhg- your throat feels so fucking good.... s'tight and sl-sloppy… yeah, fuck, yeahhh, gag on it, baby. Let me hear how much you love choking on my cock.”

He kept fucking my face with steady, filthy rhythm, hips snapping forward while his tail lashed behind him. Every pull back left his cock shiny and coated in thick spit, veins pulsing, the head angry and swollen. “F-fuck... nonononono, fuckfuck,don’t wanna cum yet. No-not in your mouth.” He yanked me off his cock with a wet pop, a long string of spit breaking and landing on my chest. His chest was heaving, pupils blown wide as he stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of me.

“S'good f'me baby... Such a good good girl, imma have to reward your good behavior, isn't that right?” he panted, his hand still fisted in my hair as he pulled me up. When I was standing, he yanked me close and kissed me desperately, like I was his last meal. The kiss was wet and sloppy, tongues sliding messily, my spit still coating his lips and chin. His hard cock twitched and leaked against my stomach, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on my skin.

He broke the kiss with what sounded like a growl, eyes dark and hungry. “Fuck...you’re dripping down your thighs already.”

Soonyoung spun me around and bent me over the kitchen counter in one smooth motion. My chest pressed against the cool surface as he kicked my legs apart. His tail wrapped around my thigh, holding me open while two thick fingers dragged through my soaked folds.“Shit, look at this messy little pussy,” he groaned, spreading my wetness everywhere. “So fucking wet for me already. You’ve been aching for this tiger cock, haven’t you? Please say yes, please tell me you've been.”

I whimpered, pushing back against his hand when he suddenly slapped my ass hard enough to make it jiggle. “Fucking answer me bitch.”

“Yes-fuck, yes, Soonie.”

“Now that's a good girl.” He cooed and without a warning he lined up and pushed in raw, stretching me open in one deep thrust. The burn was so fucking delicious. I cried out, my nails were scrabbling at the counter as he bottomed out, heavy balls pressing against my clit. He didn’t give me time to adjust; just started fucking me with hard strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen.“Fuuuuck, so tight... Your pussy is sucking in my dick like you never want me to leave. Hear that? Listen to how wet your cunt is -schlick schlick schlick- u're such a nasty fucking slut f'ur roommate.”

His hips snapped faster, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back while the other reached around to rub messy circles on my clit. Every thrust made my tits bounce against the counter and more slick drip down my thighs.

“Gonna make this pussy squirt all over the floor like the desperate little slut you are,I'm gonna ruin sex for you, fuck!, Every time you try to hook up with someone else, you're going to remember, SHIT, who really fucks you, who really fucks you well. Fuuuuuuck ahhh-” he growled against my ear, teeth grazing the shell. His tail tightened around my thigh. “You want that, huh? Want me to ruin you for anyone else?P-plesse, say yes, p-pretty pl-please”

I could only moan brokenly, pleasure building on my lower stomach. He switched angles, hitting that gummy spot inside me over and over until my legs started shaking.

“Come on, baby- ahhhhh, cum for me. Please squirt on my cock like a good girl.”The orgasm crashed into me hard. I screamed his name as I gushed around him, clear fluid spraying out with every brutal thrust, soaking his thighs, his balls, and puddling on the kitchen floor. Soonyoung laughed breathlessly, still pounding through it.

“Fuuuuck yes, look at you making such a mess. Good fucking girl, squirting all over your tiger like that.”

He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the emptiness. In one motion he flipped me onto my back on the counter, legs spread wide and dangling. His cock, shiny with my squirt and spit, slapped against my clit a few times before he pushed back in, making me moan again for the overstimulation. This angle was even deeper. His abs flexed with every thrust, sweat and my juices making everything glisten. His ears were flat against his head in pleasure, tail lashing wildly. “N-No, I, I can't, P-plesse, s-sensitive... I c-can't”

“Yes you fucking can” -thrust- “And you” -thrust-“andyoufuckingwill, shiiiiiit” He thrusted in again, I closed my eyes, and he slapped my face “Eyes on me,” he ordered, voice rough. “Watch how deep I’m fucking you. This pussy was made for me, gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum.”

He fucked me harder, the counter creaking under us. One of his hands slid down between us, fingers teasing my ass while his cock destroyed my pussy. He circled my rim with a slick finger, pressing just the tip inside.“You like that, hmm? My finger in your tight little ass while I wreck this cunt?” He pushed the digit deeper, curling it slightly. “Bet you’d let me fuck this hole too one day, wouldn’t you, dirty girl?”

The dual sensation pushed me over again. I came with a broken sob, squirting even harder this time, the spray hitting his stomach and chest as he kept railing me. Soonyoung groaned, pulling out once more. “Not done with you yet.”

He dragged me off the counter and onto the floor on all fours. My arms gave out immediately, cheek pressed to the wet tile as he mounted me from behind again, fucking me in deep, punishing strokes.“Ass up higher- yeah, just like that. Let me see that pretty hole while I breed you.” He spat, and all of the liquid trailed from my asshole to were we colided “So fucking hot” He started pounding into me relentlessly, hips slapping loudly against my ass. When I reached back with a shaky hand. My fingers slid between his firm cheeks, finding his tight rim. I circled it teasingly at first, coating it with the slick mess that had dripped down from where we were joined.

Soonyoung’s rhythm faltered for a split second, a low, surprised purr rumbling deep in his chest. “Fuck,baby... what are you doing back there?” he chuckled nervously, but not pulling my hand away.

Instead of answering with words, I pressed one slick finger against his entrance and slowly pushed inside, just past the knuckle. He groaned loudly, hips stuttering forward harder.

“Shit.... aha...you’re really fingering my ass while I’m balls-deep in your sloppy cunt? Is that what you're really d-doing?” His voice was rough, half-laugh, half-growl. “Go on then-d-don’t be shy. Push deeper. Yeah, like that-curl it-ahhh, fuck, right there.” He started actively pushing back against my finger with every forward thrust into me, fucking himself on my digit while he destroyed my pussy. The dual motion made everything even messier, wet squelching sounds from both ends filled the kitchen as my slick continued to drip and spray with every brutal snap of his hips.

“Fuuuuck, that feels sosososoo goooood keep playing with my ass, sweet girl. Make your tiger purr for you while I breed this greedy little hole.” His tail lashed wildly, brushing against my side. “You like feeling me clench around your finger? Bet you never thought you’d have Hoshi moaning like this because of you isn't that right sweet dirty girl?”I added a second finger, scissoring gently, and his purr turned into a deep, throaty growl. The added stimulation made him even rougher, slamming into me so hard my knees slid in the puddle of our combined mess on the floor.

“Gonna cum, I'm, I'm gonna, fuck, cum, I'm gonna fill this sloppy pussy up,” he panted, voice breaking with every curl of my fingers. “Take it all, baby. Take every fucking drop while you finger your tiger’s ass, ahhh shit, just like that-”

With a deep, guttural roar he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, hot spurts flooding me until it leaked out around his cock. He kept moving through his orgasm, pushing back onto my fingers and grinding forward into my dripping cunt, drawing out soft, breathy purrs and broken curses from him.

He finally collapsed over my back, both of us panting and covered in sweat, slick, and cum. His tail curled possessively around my waist as he nuzzled my neck, placing lazy kisses along my skin.

“New breakfast rules,” he murmured against my ear, voice hoarse but smug. “Every morning. No exceptions. You’re mine now, pretty girl.”

“S-sure, but, You're crushing me, get off me...”

“Only if you promise me that you will be mine and no one else's.” I rolled my eyes and muttered a yes, he lifted up his hips and sat on his knees, I sat back up and couldn't stop looking at his softened dick “pft-”

Soonyoung stared at me for a second, still breathing hard, “Cute? My dick just turned your legs into jelly and you’re calling it cute?” He shook his head, blond hair sticking up in every direction. “Unbelievable. Next time I’m making you say ‘monster cock’ while you’re squirting on the floor.”

I snorted, still sprawled on the tiles like a used rag. “Monster cock? Really? That’s the most drying-pussy- line that has ever come out from your mouth.”

He grinned, “Yes, yes, whatever, just don't forget that I gave you the best sex of your life.” he flashed his fangs, and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My legs dangled uselessly as he carried me toward the stairs, his softening dick swinging like a happy pendulum against his thigh. “Aren't you uncomfortable or something?” I asked him, he shook his head and changed the topic “Careful, you’re dripping on the floor,” he warned me, and I did felt a thick trail of his release slide down my inner thigh and splatter onto the step.

“Well now the house is marked. Now everyone who visits will know a tiger lives here and fucks his girl stupid every morning.” I wheezed a laugh. “We don’t have visitors, Soonie. We barely have outside friends.” “Exactly. It's the perfect system.”

He kicked his bedroom door open with way too much force. It bounced off the wall and nearly smacked him in the face. He cursed, tail lashing, and almost dropped me trying to dodge it.

“Fuck—okay, doors get gentle treatment from now on, I guess,” he grumbled, finally tossing me onto his unmade bed. I bounced once and landed in.

Soonyoung climbed over me immediately, caging me in with his arms. His tail kept flicking erratically, sometimes smacking my calf, sometimes knocking over an empty water bottle on the nightstand with a loud clatter. “you've got a long ass tail” “I also have a long ass dick if you were wondering” I raised an eyebrow, still catching my breath. “That’s a lot to say for someone who can’t even remember to put the milk back in the fridge.”

He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Touché... I put it back… sometimes.” Then he leaned down, nose brushing mine, voice dropping into that rough purr that made my stomach flip. “Well, besides that, you’re mine now. No more hiding. I’ve been blue-balling myself for years because of you. Payback starts today.”

Before I could retort, he was already grinding against me again, half-hard cock sliding through the mess between my legs. The glide was filthy and perfect. I hissed at the overstimulation but still arched into him.

“Round two?” he asked, eyes sparkling with chaotic mischief. “Only if you promise not to roar,” I shot back. He laughed “I'll think about it” then pushed back inside me in one slow, deep thrust. We both groaned. The angle made everything feel even messier. “Fuck… still so tight,” he muttered, hips rolling lazily. “You’re gonna kill me.” Halfway through a particularly good thrust, his tail decided to betray him. It whipped around and smacked the lamp on the nightstand, sending it crashing to the floor.

“Shit- sorry!” he yelped, freezing mid-thrust. I burst out laughing, the sound turning into a moan when he accidentally hit that spot again from the jolt. “Don’t stop, you clumsy tiger,” I gasped, reaching back to grab his ass and pull him deeper. My fingers found his rim again, still slick, and pressed in teasingly.

Soonyoung’s hips stuttered hard. “F-fuck- warn a guy- ahhh, shit, right there-” His purr kicked in loud and rumbling, vibrating through his chest into mine. He started moving again, faster, messier, one hand braced on the headboard while the other groped my tit like it owed him money. Every few thrusts his tail would smack something else.

When he came the second time, it was with a surprised growl and a full-body shudder, flooding me again until it leaked out around his cock and soaked the sheets. He collapsed half on top of me, panting, ears flopped sideways, tail still twitching like it had a mind of its own.

“Breakfast is canceled,” he mumbled into my neck, placing lazy, open-mouthed kisses there. “We’re doing this instead. All day. New official rule.”

I ran my fingers through his messy blond hair, smiling despite the sticky mess we’d made of everything. “You’re going to be insufferable now, aren’t you?”

“Obviously.” He lifted his head just enough to flash that crooked grin. “But you love your insufferable tiger roommate- well, now Boyfriend.”

I pretended to think about it, then shrugged. “He’s alright. Great dick. Terrible at closing doors. Makes decent eggs when he’s not busy railing me on the counter, I could get something better but It will do.” Soonyoung gasped theatrically. “Rude. I make excellent eggs.” He rolled us so I was lying on his chest, his arms wrapping around me like a warm, slightly sweaty blanket. His tail curled around my waist, holding me close. “Are you seriously only going to complain about the eggs?.” “Look, beautiful, all it takes is for me to put my cock back in your delicious pussy to make you change your mind about whether there will be anyone after me.”

“Can't believe this is happening to me. Fine, I'll take you but no sleeping together for now, you snore.” “Whaaaaat? No I don't!” “You do. It’s cute. Like a tiny angry kitten.”

We stayed like that for a while; laughing, trading dumb insults, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back while his cum slowly dripped out of me onto his thigh. It was gross. It was perfect.

Eventually he sighed, nuzzling my hair.

“Hey… for real though.” His voice got quieter, less chaotic. “No more hiding shit. I’ve wanted you since college. I think my love life was rubbish, because the right person, the one I needed most, was always right in front of me and I never wanted to risk taking the first step.”

I pressed a kiss to his collarbone, right over one of the faint stripes that disappeared under his skin. “Same. Even when you walk around naked and traumatize the delivery guy.”

“He survived,” Soonyoung muttered, already grinning again. “Barely.” A comfortable silence settled, broken only by the occasional flick of his tail against the sheets.

Then his stomach growled loudly.

“…Okay, maybe breakfast is not completely canceled,” he admitted. “But I’m eating you first. Then eggs. Deal?”

I laughed and flicked his ear. “ You horny tiger.”

NEW BREAKFAST RULES!!!!!!!

made by Soonyoung and his lovely beautiful sexy girl

- Wake up

- Get dragged downstairs (sometimes literally)

- Get fucked stupid on whatever surface was closest

- Attempt to make actual breakfast while half-naked and covered in marks

- NO PHONES!!!! (unless it's to record)

- End up back in bed anyway because Soonyoung couldn’t keep his hands (or tail) to himself

-pamper each other!

Ts is how I felt after writing allat LOL. It took me like 3 weeks to finish this, so I really hope it was good enough and y'all enjoyed it!

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How the hell was it possible that the most innocent person you knew was a fucking degenerate? He, being one of the sweetest and kindest people you've ever met, trespassing on your property, stealing your belongings to give himself some pleasure, is not something you would expect from him.

Girl taste my love every single last drop Won't be satisfied baby 'til you begging me to stop Oops, there he go it's that boy again I mean that cocky motherfucker all he do is win I mean that ecchi sister lover, kami sama under cover Fuck around and break that rubber, don't speak of it like Another Oh, my god, that's too mean

Tgs. Porn w little plot (like just the first 100 words of plot lol), SMUT! MEAN DOM JIHOOON!!!!, kinda pervy jihoon, (they're both pervs?), Unsafe sex (safe sex is great sex y'all), EATIN ASS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ (hmm, I think I might have something for man's ass???), one mention of f*et, messy sex, body fluids, multiple rounds, getting caught!!!, lmk if I missed something

An. I'm open to do a part two of ts haha, so if y'all have a prompt for this part 2 I'll be more than happy to take it! I also wrote this at 3 am so, any mistakes are blamed on my sleep deprivation. And lastly, I'm going to be absent for the next two weeks, so the Pi cheolin release is gonna be delayed, I'm so sorry about that. But I'll be posting it as soon as I can! Take this as a "I'm sorry" hope y'all enjoy!

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“Ugh, this weather is 'bout to fucking kill me.”You said as you took off your clothes one by one, leaving you in a pretty two-piece swimsuit. Then you jumped into the pool, standing besides the owner of the house; Seungcheol. As you settled down next to him, Jun positioned himself next to you, handing you a bottle of beer. “I think I'm in love with you bro.” he chuckled “Of course you are”

The meeting was quite relaxed; almost the entire group was there, only Jihoon was missing, having declined the invitation because he was sick. “It’s a shame Jihoon couldn’t come,” Joshua said, taking a sip from his bottle. “The water is delicious.”“Yeah, feels like paradise,” you agreed, leaning back against the pool edge between Seungcheol and Jun. The water lapped gently at your chest as you stretched your legs out, toes brushing the smooth tiles at the bottom.

“Poor guy,” you said, Jun bumped your shoulder playfully, he changed the conversation suddenly, “You’re glowing today. New swimsuit?” His eyes flicked down for a second before snapping back up, innocent as ever. “Suits you.” “Thanks,” you laughed, splashing him lightly. Joshua swam over from the other side of the pool, shaking water from his hair like a dog. “Seriously, this is the best idea Cheol’s had in months. We should do this every weekend.”

The group chatter flowed easy—talk about upcoming shit, dumb inside jokes, who was winning the impromptu chicken fight happening at the shallow end. You floated there, content, the cold beer and warm water doing wonders for your mood.

“F-Fuck, I hate you, ahhh! So much.” Jihoon was stroking his cock, his sweaty forehead pressed against the cold wall of your apartment. One of his hands clenched one of your panties against his nose, inhaling as much as he could.

Lee Jihoon wasn't sick. Or rather, he was lovesick.

This had become a horrible habit, a habit that had caused him to develop a terrible hatred for himself. Why did he do it? He had never felt the need for sex until he met you. Pretty you, kind you, happy you. You. You. You! Your name escaped his lips in sighs, He could feel tears welling up in his eyes because of all the excitement he felt at that moment. "What will you think of me when you see me like this? Will you let me keep doing this? Will you let me taste you? Will you let me fuck you? Will you stop talking to me? " Were common thoughts by now.

“Ahhhh.... Ahh...Ahhh.... Oh lord! Forgive m-me, Fuck!” Jihoon wasn't religious at all. But he felt he needed to ask someone for forgiveness for the atrocities he was committing.

His lips were trembling, the fabric of your panties so close to his mouth. So close to him... He opened his mouth slowly, and stuck out his trembling tongue, unsure of what he was about to do. He gave a slow and delicious lick to the fabric, where all your essence was concentrated, making him let out a whine of desperation.

So close and yet so far away.

“F-fuck… you’d hate me,” he whispered against the stolen cloth, voice cracking. “You’d never look at me the same way again… but I can’t stop. I can’t—ahh—I need you so bad.” His hips jerked forward, rutting into his fist as he buried his face deeper into your underwear.

Jihoon’s breath hitched violently as his tongue pressed flat against the damp crotch of your panties again, dragging slowly, savoring the faint salty-sweet trace of you that still lingered there. The taste made his cock twitch hard in his fist, a fresh bead of precum sliding over his knuckles.

The entire image he had created of himself, that innocent, repentant man, was replaced by what he truly was: a degenerate.

“Fuck… you taste so good,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “Even just this… shit, I’m losing my fucking mind.”

His hips snapped forward, fucking into his tight fist with short, desperate thrusts. The wet sound of skin on skin filled your quiet apartment. He could imagine you underneath him instead—legs spread, those pretty panties pushed to the side, your voice moaning his name.

The image made him groan deep in his throat. He stuffed more of the fabric into his mouth, sucking on it like a man starved. His forehead left a sweaty smear on the paint as his rhythm turned brutal.

“Ah—ahh—fuck, I’d ruin you,” he panted around the cloth. “I’d hold you down and fuck you so deep you’d feel me for days. You’d cry and beg and still take every inch like a good girl… My good girl.”

The innocent, soft-spoken Jihoon everyone knew was gone. In his place was this trembling, filthy version that got off on stealing your used panties and fantasizing about corrupting you.

“Gonna cum—gonna cum on your pretty panties again—fuck—!”

His balls tightened, spine locking up as the orgasm started barreling toward him. He pulled your panties from his mouth just enough to press the soaked fabric directly against the swollen head of his cock.

Thick ropes of cum shot across the delicate lace, staining it white. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while soft, broken whines spilled from his lips. Your name left him like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

For a few long seconds, only his ragged breathing filled the room.

Then the shame hit like always—crushing, heavy, sickening. He stared down at the mess he’d made on your stolen underwear, thumb absently smearing his cum into the fabric like he was marking it.

“…I’m disgusting,” he whispered, voice cracking. But even as he said it, his spent cock gave a weak twitch in his hand, already showing interest again at the sight of his claim on something so intimately yours.

“Oh no honey, you're not disgusting” He felt cold hands touch his ass, and slide to the tip of his cock, collecting some of his cum, before finding thin fingers tapping against his bottom lip. “Open up baby”

Jihoon froze, every muscle in his body locking up as if struck by lightning. The voice cut through the haze of his post-orgasm shame. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He was supposed to be alone. You were supposed to be at Seungcheol’s pool party for hours.

“Open up, baby,” you repeated, softer this time, almost coaxing. The nickname made his spent cock twitch again in your other hand.

But those were your fingers, cool and slick with his own cum, pressing against his bottom lip. Your chest brushed his back as you pressed closer, your breath warm against his ear.

His lips parted on a broken, shaky exhale. You didn’t hesitate—two fingers slid past his lips, pushing his own thick release onto his tongue. Salty, bitter, still warm. Jihoon whimpered around them, eyes squeezing shut as humiliation burned through him like fire. Yet his hips jerked forward involuntarily, pushing his softening cock into your palm.

He tried to speak, but it came out as a gagged moan around your fingers. You pulled them free with a wet pop, smearing the remnants across his swollen lips before wiping them on his cheek.

“Mmm… that's it,” you murmured, slowly fucking your fingers in and out of his mouth, spreading his cum across his tongue. “Look at you. So pretty when you’re falling apart. I always wondered how long it would take for you to snap.”

“You… you knew?” His voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper. Tears of shame and overwhelming lust pricked at the corners of his eyes.

You hummed, sliding your hand down his chest, nails lightly scratching over his shirt. “I’ve been finding my panties in weird places for weeks. Sometimes they came back… used. Sometimes they didn’t. At first I thought I was going crazy.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, then bit down gently. “Then I installed a small camera. Imagine my surprise when sweet, shy Jihoon turned out to be such a filthy little thief.”

Jihoon’s knees nearly buckled. The shame was crushing, but the way your hand was lazily stroking his cock—already hardening again despite how sensitive he was—made his head spin.

You chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down his spine.“Shhh. I’m not mad, baby.” You squeezed his cock harder, thumb pressing against the slit where fresh precum was already leaking. “I’m actually impressed. You hid it so well. All those soft smiles and gentle words while you were coming in my panties like a desperate pervert. Such a good actor.”

“I’m sorry—fuck, I’m so sorry,” he choked out, even as his hips started rolling into your fist. “I didn’t mean to… I just— I need you so bad it hurts. Every day. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Jihoon’s entire body jolted violently, a high-pitched, broken whine tearing from his throat as your hot, wet tongue circled his tight rim. His hands slapped against the wall for balance, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the paint while his legs trembled.

You got on your knees, and opened up his buttcheeks. “Hmmm, were you expecting visitors, or why is it so clean around here, hm?” you mocked him, and buried your face between his buttocks, devouring him like there was no tomorrow.

He had never felt anything like this. The wet heat, the sheer obscenity of it—your face pressed between his cheeks while you ate him out like you were starving for it. Shame burned through every inch of his body, but his cock betrayed him completely, hardening fully again in seconds, throbbing painfully and leaking a steady drip of precum onto the floor.

“W-wait—! Ahh—fuck, what are you—?!” His voice cracked, the words dissolving into a choked moan when you licked a broad, filthy stripe over his hole again, teasing the sensitive skin before pushing the tip of your tongue inside him.

“N-no—never—ahhh!” Jihoon’s forehead pressed harder against the wall, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you fucked your tongue deeper, lapping and sucking with shameless hunger. Every swirl made his cock jump, his balls tightening again far too quickly. “It’s dirty—please, you don’t have to—fuck—!”

You pulled back just enough to speak, voice muffled and dripping with amusement. “So sensitive here… Did my sweet, innocent Jihoon ever let anyone play with his pretty little hole before?” You gave his cheek a sharp slap, then spread him wider, spitting directly on his entrance before diving back in.

Jihoon’s hips jerked forward into your fist, then back against your face, caught between the two overwhelming sensations. He was losing control fast—whimpering, moaning, babbling nonsense while you rimmed him mercilessly.

You laughed against his skin, the vibration pulling another wrecked sound from him. “Dirty? Baby, you’ve been licking my used panties like a desperate slut. You don’t get to talk about dirty.” One of your hands reached around to grab his aching cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts of your tongue.

“You taste so fucking good,” you purred, pulling away for a second to bite the soft flesh of his ass. “All flushed and twitching for me. I could stay here for hours… but I think you’d cum from just this, wouldn’t you?”

He nodded frantically, too far gone to lie. “Y-yes—please— I’m so close already, I can’t— I can’t hold it—”

You stood up suddenly, leaving him empty and aching. Jihoon let out a pathetic, disappointed cry at the loss, but before he could beg, you spun him around and shoved him back against the wall. Your hand wrapped around his throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind him who was in control.

“Look at me.”

His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, cheeks streaked with tears and drool. You leaned in and kissed him filthily, shoving your tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on you. He moaned into the kiss like a man starved, hands hovering at your waist, unsure if he was allowed to touch.

When you pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.

“I want you to tell me what you want to do to me, and, if what you say convinces me, I'll let you fuck me into oblivion.”

“I… I don’t know where to start,” he rasped, voice hoarse from all the whining he’d done earlier. His hands finally dared to settle on your hips, fingers digging in like he was afraid you’d vanish.

Jihoon stared at you, chest heaving, his cock throbbing angrily between you both—still slick from your earlier strokes and his own cum. Your hand stayed firm around his throat, thumb brushing his racing pulse. He could smell the faint chlorine from Seungcheol’s pool still clinging to your skin.

Jihoon swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing under your palm. His cock twitched visibly, another bead of precum rolling down the shaft.

You arched a brow, squeezing his throat just a fraction tighter. “Try. Be honest, baby. Tell me every filthy thing you’ve imagined doing to me while you jerked off with my panties.”

“I… I’ve thought about sneaking into your room at night,” he whispered, the words tumbling out faster once they started. “Pin you down while you’re sleeping. Stuff my cock into your mouth and wake you up like that—fucking your throat until you’re choking and crying. I want to see your mascara run while I use you.”

Your lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk. You rewarded him by sliding your free hand down to stroke his cock again, slow and teasing.

“Keep going.”

His voice cracked, growing more unhinged the longer you stroked him.

Jihoon’s head thunked back against the wall, hips jerking into your fist. “F-fuck… I want to bend you over every surface in this apartment. On the kitchen counter, against the window so anyone could see. I want to spank your ass red and then eat you out until you’re shaking and squirting on my tongue. I’ve dreamed about tasting you fresh, not just your panties—burying my face in your pussy for hours, sucking on your clit until you can’t even say my name right.”

He was panting now, tears slipping down his cheeks again, but his eyes were locked on yours with feverish intensity.

“I want to breed you. Fill you up over and over until my cum is leaking down your thighs and you’re so full it hurts. I want to make you ride me while I hold your hands behind your back, make you bounce on my cock like a desperate little slut until you’re begging me to cum inside. And then… then I want to flip you over and fuck you harder. Ruin you. Mark your neck, your tits, your thighs—bite you, slap your pussy, make you scream my name so loud the neighbors hear.”

“I want to own you. I want you to own me. I want you to use me as your toy whenever you want—make me crawl, make me beg, make me eat my own cum out of your cunt after I fill you. I don’t care how disgusting it is anymore. I just need you. Please… please let me fuck you. I’ll do anything.”

The silence that followed was deafening, only broken by his ragged breathing.

“Then take me, Jihoon,” you said, voice low and commanding. “Show me how much of a depraved little pervert you really are. Fuck me like you’ve been fantasizing.”

You finally released his throat and stepped back, peeling off your swimsuit top and bottoms right there in front of him. His eyes devoured every inch of newly exposed skin. When you were fully naked, you turned, planted your hands on the wall beside him, and arched your back—presenting your ass and dripping pussy like an offering.

Jihoon broke.

He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise, lined up his aching cock, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust. The wet, filthy sound of your bodies connecting echoed through the apartment. You both moaned—his broken and relieved, yours satisfied and teasing.

“You feel even better than I imagined,” he growled against your skin, voice completely different from the shy Jihoon everyone else knew. “Gonna fuck you stupid. Gonna fill this pretty pussy until it’s overflowing. You’re mine now—my dirty secret, my fucking goddess—”

“Fuuuuck— so tight, so wet— shit—!” he gasped, already snapping his hips forward at a punishing pace. Every thrust was deep, desperate, years of repressed obsession pouring out of him. One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so he could bite and suck marks into your neck while the other reached around to rub your clit.

Jihoon’s hips snapped forward with a brutal thrust that punched the air out of your lungs. The sweet, shy boy was long gone.

He laughed breathlessly as he felt you pushing back against him, clenching around his cock on purpose. “That’s it, baby. Clench around my fucking cock, show me how much you love this cock, shit—!”

He yanked your head back harder by the hair, forcing your back to arch deeper as he pounded into you. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the apartment, filthy and relentless.

His hand left your clit only to crack down hard on your ass, the sharp smack echoing. You clenched around him involuntarily and he laughed — a low, mocking sound that sent heat rushing through you.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he growled low against your ear. “I was so fucking tired of acting like a saint while I jerked my cock raw to your dirty panties… And finally, here you are, presenting that sloppy cunt like a desperate whore.”

“Yeah? You like that?” Another harsh slap, harder this time. “Of course you do. Walking around in tiny swimsuits, letting the others stare at what’s mine.”

He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back into the hilt in one vicious stroke, grinding deep, making your knees buckle, but he held you up with an iron grip on your hip and hair.

“You like this, don't you?” he snarled, punctuating the demand with another brutal thrust. Then he placed one of his hands on your lower stomach feeling a slight bulge “Fuuuuuck, yes, can you feel me? Feel me rearrange your insides, huh?”

“Y-Yes—” you gasped, barely able to form words as he railed you against the wall.

Jihoon’s grip tightened, bordering on painful. “Pathetic filthy fucking girl.”

He suddenly pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing. Before you could even catch your breath, Jihoon spun you around and shoved you down onto your knees in one fluid, rough motion.

The hardwood floor bit into your skin, but the sting was quickly forgotten as his cock — glistening with your juices and still rock hard — bobbed right in front of your tear-streaked face.

“Open that fucking mouth,” he ordered coldly, voice low and dangerous. His usual soft tone was completely gone, replaced by pure dominance.

He tapped the heavy, slick head against your cheek once, twice, then smeared it across your lips and cheekbone, coating your skin with your own arousal.

The second your lips parted, Jihoon didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the back of your head with both hands and shoved his cock straight down your throat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt until your nose pressed flush against his pelvis.

“Fuuuuck yes…” he groaned deeply, eyes rolling back for a second as your throat convulsed around him. “That’s it. Take every inch, you greedy little whore.”

When you tried to pull back slightly for oxygen, he tightened his grip in your hair, keeping you pinned in place.

He held you there, hips pressed forward, savoring the way your throat spasmed and gagged around his length. Your eyes watered instantly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you struggled for air. Saliva already started dripping from the corners of your stretched lips, running down your chin and onto your tits.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarled, looking down at you with dark, lust-drunk eyes. “This is what you wanted, right? you're the one letting me treat you like the dirty cocksleeve you are.”

Every time you choked or gagged hard around him, Jihoon let out a satisfied, mocking chuckle that made your pussy clench around nothing.

He finally pulled back just enough to let you suck in a desperate breath through your nose, only to immediately start fucking your throat with short, ruthless snaps of his hips. The wet, gagging sounds filled the room — gluck, gluck, gluck — each thrust forcing more saliva to spill messily down your chin and neck.

He thrust deeper, holding himself down your throat for a few long seconds, watching your eyes widen and water even more before pulling back again.

“Look at you,” he cooed mockingly, thumb brushing away a tear only to smear it across your cheek with the rest of your spit. “Crying already? So fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.This is exactly how I imagined you.”

“Fuck— your throat feels even better than I dreamed. So tight. So warm. Keep gagging on it, baby. I want you to remember exactly who owns this mouth now.”

“You have no idea how many times I imagined this,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure as he kept using your mouth. “How many times I came into your panties while fantasizing about fucking you filthy girl.” He picked up the pace, fucking your face harder, the wet sounds growing louder and messier.

Your hands clutched desperately at his ass, nails digging into his skin, but you didn’t push him away. The mixture of degradation and overwhelming lust had you soaking down your own thighs.

“Good fucking girl.”

Jihoon smirked down at you, clearly loving the sight.

He pulled out abruptly from your throat with a wet pop, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen, abused lips to the glistening head of his cock. You gasped and coughed, desperately trying to catch your breath, drool running down your chin.

Before you could even recover, Jihoon hauled you up like you weighed nothing. He threw you over his shoulder in one smooth, possessive motion, his hand gripping your ass tightly as he carried you straight to your bed.

He tossed you onto the bed on your back. You barely had time to bounce once on the mattress before he was on top of you, shoving your legs wide apart with rough hands. In the next breath, he lined up and slammed back inside your dripping pussy with one brutal thrust, bottoming out instantly.

“Eyes on me,” he barked, voice dark and commanding. One hand wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin as he set a punishing, merciless rhythm. The bed creaked violently beneath you with every savage snap of his hips. “Don’t you fucking look away. I want to watch every second of your face while I ruin this greedy little cunt. Been dreaming about breaking you like this for months.”

“Jihoon— fuck—!” you moaned, voice hoarse from the throat-fucking.

His free hand moved to your chest, pinching your nipple hard between his fingers and twisting until you cried out. Then he slapped the side of your breast, watching it jiggle with dark satisfaction. The sharp sting made your walls clench around his thick cock.

“Yeah? Say my name like that again,” he growled, slapping your tit harder this time. “Louder. Let me hear how pathetic you sound when I’m splitting you open.”

“You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve pumped you full of so much cum it’s leaking out for days,” he snarled against your skin, hips never slowing. “Gonna breed this sloppy pussy like the desperate little breeding slut you are. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fill you until your belly swells, right baby?”

He leaned down, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your neck, biting hard enough to leave a deep, claiming mark. He sucked on it roughly, then moved lower, leaving another harsh bite on your collarbone.

His thrusts grew even more savage, the head of his cock hammering relentlessly against that perfect gummy spot deep inside you. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy taking every inch filled the room. Jihoon kept one hand tight around your throat while the other slid between your bodies, rubbing your swollen clit with fast, rough circles.

“Cum,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous, eyes locked on yours. “Cum on my cock right fucking now or I’ll pull out and edge you for the next three hours without letting you finish. Now!”

The overwhelming combination of his choking grip, the brutal pace, his filthy words, and the relentless friction on your clit sent you crashing over the edge. Your back arched violently off the bed, walls clamping down around him like a vice as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried out his name brokenly, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes while your whole body shook.

Jihoon didn’t slow down for even a second. He fucked you straight through your orgasm with a wicked, satisfied smirk on his usually innocent face, eyes gleaming with dark pleasure.

“That’s fucking right. Look at you creaming all over my cock like a pathetic whore,” he laughed lowly, still pounding into your oversensitive pussy. “Squeezing me so tight… Did you really think you were in control just because you caught me? Cute.”

“Why you running away, baby?” he asked condescendingly, voice dripping with fake sweetness as he ground his hips in slow, deep circles. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. You wanted the real me, didn’t you? Now you’re gonna take every fucking inch until I decide you’ve had enough.”

He finally loosened his grip on your throat slightly. The second you tried to squirm away, gasping for air and twitching from overstimulation, Jihoon let out a low, mocking laugh and grabbed your hips with bruising force, yanking you back onto his cock.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching pathetically around nothing. Before you could whine, he flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll and yanked your hips up high, forcing your ass in the air and your face into the sheets.

“Ass up. Face down. That’s the only position you deserve right now.”

He re-entered you in one brutal, punishing thrust, burying himself balls-deep with a groan. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, and he pressed one of his feet on your head so he could keep you in place as he started fucking you again, using your body like a toy.

“Not yet,” he growled, slapping your ass hard. “You don’t get to cum again until I say so. Hold it.”

But just as you started climbing toward another orgasm, he slowed down deliberately, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow.

You whimpered into the mattress, pushing back desperately, but he kept the pace cruelly controlled, edging you mercilessly. Every time your walls started fluttering around him, he pulled out and slapped your soaked pussy hard — once, twice, three sharp, wet smacks that made you jolt and cry out.

He started fucking you faster again, reaching around to rub your swollen clit with rough fingers while his hips snapped against your ass. The pressure built dangerously fast — too fast.

“Pathetic. Look at this sloppy cunt twitching and drooling for me,” he taunted, spreading your cheeks wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside you again. “Slapping your pretty pussy and you just get wetter. Disgusting little slut.”

“Jihoon— please— I’m gonna—”

“No.” He pulled out completely again and delivered two more stinging slaps directly to your pussy, the wet sound obscene. “Hold it. You cum when I tell you to.”

You were shaking, tears soaking the sheets, thighs trembling violently as he edged you over and over. He kept switching between brutal, deep thrusts and cruel denial until you were a sobbing, babbling mess.

Only when he finally decided you’d suffered enough did he slam back in, fucking you with vicious intent.

He angled his hips perfectly, pounding that sensitive spot inside you again, while his fingers rubbed your clit in fast, brutal circles. The pressure exploded.

“Now. Squirt on my cock like a good cumdump. Do it. Make a fucking mess for me.”

You screamed into the mattress as you finally came — hard. Clear liquid gushed out around his cock, soaking his thighs, your thighs, and the sheets in a filthy, squirting mess. Your whole body convulsed, walls clamping down around him like a vice as wave after wave ripped through you.

“Fuuuuck— that’s it!” Jihoon groaned, voice wrecked with pleasure as he kept fucking you through it, drawing out every last drop. “Look at you squirting all over me like a broken faucet. Such a messy, pathetic girl.”

He didn’t stop. He kept pounding into your oversensitive, squirting pussy until your legs completely gave out.

“Gonna fill you up— fuck— take every single drop like the good cumdump you are, you hear me?”With a broken, guttural moan, Jihoon buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your spasming cunt. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside you, whispering filthy praises against your sweat-slicked back.

Even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, one hand lazily stroking your spine while the other kept a possessive grip on your hip. He pressed a deceptively soft kiss between your shoulder blades.

“Take it… take all my cum… gonna breed this sloppy hole until it’s overflowing…”

“…We’re not done yet, baby. Not even close,” he murmured, voice still rough and dark.

He gave your ass a sharp, loud slap that made you clench around his spent cock.

Jihoon let out a dark chuckle at the way your body twitched beneath him, still fluttering and leaking around his cock. He gave your ass another sharp slap, watching the red mark bloom on your skin with satisfaction.

He scooped up the escaping cum with two fingers and shoved them back inside you roughly, fucking his load deep again.

“Stay right fucking there,” he ordered, pulling out slowly. Thick globs of his cum immediately began leaking from your abused hole, dripping down your thighs. The sight made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

He started thrusting with purpose — slow and heavy at first, pushing every drop of his release back inside you. The wet, messy sounds were downright filthy as he fucked his cum deeper.

“Look at that… my cum is already trying to run away from your greedy cunt. Can’t have that, you've worked so hard for it!” He pushed his fingers in and out a few more times, making obscene wet squelching sounds before replacing them with his cock again.

“Feel that? That’s me marking what’s mine,” he growled, gripping your hips hard as he picked up speed. “Gonna keep this sloppy pussy stuffed full all night.”

“Fuck— this angle is perfect,” he groaned, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared into your cum-filled cunt. “Can hear how full you are. Listen to it.”

He suddenly pulled out, flipped you onto your back again, and pushed your knees up to your chest, folding you in half. The new position let him sink even deeper. He braced his hands on the back of your thighs and started pounding you with long, powerful strokes, his balls slapping against your ass.

He fucked you harder, the squelching sounds growing louder and wetter with every thrust as his cum was churned into a creamy mess inside you. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto your tits as he used you like a fleshlight.

“You’re gonna take another load,” he panted, voice strained with pleasure. “And then… you’re gonna eat it.”

After a few minutes, he pulled out again and dragged you to the edge of the bed. He stood up, threw your legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in, fucking you while standing. The new height let him hit even deeper, the head of his cock bullying your cervix with every thrust.

It didn’t take long before his rhythm faltered. With a low, animalistic groan, Jihoon buried himself to the hilt and came again, flooding your already full pussy with even more hot cum. He stayed deep, grinding in slow circles to push it as far inside as possible.

When he finally pulled out, a huge rush of mixed cum poured out of you. Without hesitation, Jihoon dropped to his knees, hooked your legs over his shoulders, and buried his face between your thighs.

He ate you out like a man starved — loud, messy, and filthy. His tongue scooped up the creamy mixture of his cum and your juices, sucking loudly on your swollen clit before pushing his tongue inside to fuck more of it out. He moaned against your pussy the entire time, the vibrations making your oversensitive body jerk.

When his mouth was full, he climbed up your body, grabbed your jaw with one hand, and pried your mouth open.

He leaned down and spat the entire filthy mixture straight into your mouth. Some of it landed on your tongue, some on your lips and chin. He didn’t let you close your mouth.

He kissed you right after, shoving his tongue into your mouth to make sure you tasted everything. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and possessive as he tasted himself on your tongue.

“Swallow,” he commanded, eyes dark and intense as he watched. “Show me you’re a good girl and eat every drop of my cum.”

“Look at you… all fucked out and covered in my cum. But guess what?we’re still not done.”

When he finally pulled back, a string of cum and saliva connected your lips. He smirked down at your ruined, tear-streaked face.

He flipped you onto all fours again, lined himself up with your leaking, twitching hole, and pushed back in with a satisfied groan.

Jihoon had completely lost count of how many times he’d made you cum. He’d fucked you in every position he could bend your body into — on your back, on your stomach, riding him, pressed against the wall, and now back on all fours like a bitch in heat.

“I want this mattress ruined by the time I’m finished with you.”

Your mind had gone blank ages ago.

Jihoon laughed darkly behind you, yanking your hips back harder onto his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of his cum being churned inside your overstuffed pussy filled the room.

“J-Jihoon— hah— too much— can’t— mmh—!” Your words slurred together, broken moans and whimpers spilling from your drooling mouth. Your eyes were glassy, unfocused, tears streaked down your flushed cheeks. Every brutal thrust made your tongue loll out slightly, a perfect picture of cockdrunk stupidity.

“Yeah? Can’t what, baby?” he mocked, voice rough and mean as he leaned over your back, biting your shoulder. “Can’t think? Can’t talk? Look at you — drooling all over your own sheets like a brainless little cumslut. My perfect fucktoy.”

He reached around and slapped your swollen, sensitive clit again, making your whole body jerk violently.

“Again,” he growled. “Cum on my cock one more time. Milk me dry.”

“That’s it… that’s my good little cocksleeve,” he groaned, hips losing rhythm as he chased his final release. “Gonna fill you one last time— fuck— take it all—”

You didn’t even have the brain capacity to answer. You just sobbed and shook as another orgasm tore through you, your pussy gushing weakly around him. Your arms finally gave out and you collapsed face-first into the mattress, ass still up like an offering while Jihoon kept fucking you through it.

With a deep, guttural moan, Jihoon slammed in to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your already overflowing cunt. He kept grinding, making sure every drop stayed inside as your body twitched helplessly beneath him.

You were completely gone — babbling nonsense into the sheets, body limp and trembling, a fucked-out, cockdrunk mess.

“Anyone there?” Seungcheol’s voice cut through the room. “You left your phone at my place. I was heading to get some groceries and thought I’d drop it off—”

Jihoon was just pressing lazy kisses along your spine, still buried deep inside you, when the bedroom door suddenly swung open.

He froze mid-sentence.

The sight hit him all at once: you face-down on the bed, ass still slightly raised, body covered in fresh marks and sweat, cum clearly leaking down your thighs. Jihoon behind you, naked, breathing hard, one hand still gripping your hip possessively as he slowly pulled out. Silence stretched.

Seungcheol’s eyes widened, his grip tightening on the phone in his hand. His mouth opened, then closed. He clearly didn’t know where to look, but his gaze kept dragging back to the scene in front of him.

Jihoon didn’t rush to cover anything. He simply glanced over his shoulder, still kneeling between your spread legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His voice came out low and slightly hoarse.

“…Convenient timing, hyung.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn’t— fuck. I’ll just… leave the phone.” But he didn’t move. His eyes flicked to you again — the way you were still trembling, barely coherent, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.

Jihoon reached down and lazily pushed two fingers into your leaking cunt, stirring the mess he’d left behind. His eyes never left Seungcheol’s.

You let out a soft, broken sound, too out of it to feel real embarrassment, your body instinctively clenching around nothing now that Jihoon had pulled out.

“You can leave it on the table,” he said calmly, almost too casually. “Or...”

Seungcheol’s jaw tightened. And walked towards the scene. Sitting besides you, caressing your hair. “You okay there? Can you give us an extra round?”

Soo... This is not my best work tbh, I'm kinda disappointed of how this turned out, but anyway, hope y'all liked it??

Reblogs, and comments are really appreciated, love you all!

Remember my requests r open, if you want to drop something in the meantime I'm gnna be off here. I also want to thank you for all the support for "hand me a towel", I remember when I used to write stuff in my mother language and it didn't reach nobody lol, this support from all of you makes me so happy! So thank you so much!

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hello! i notice your request is open, so i want to req!:)

could you write about female actor!reader with woozi? where the reader starred in a romance movie, and then once it was finally released to the public, they watched it together n woozi gets annoyed throughout the whole thing? (if that makes sense lol)

maybe make it smut 👉👈 if you can't write for female specifically, i don't mind it being gender neutral. thank you, and sorry for the long request! i hope you have a great day/night!🩷

hii! 🩷 i love this request honestly, it was so fun to write!! i hope it will be to your liking since i added some parts on my own and also that's like my first proper smut?? till now i've never really tried to write it as a full scene - only some snippets of the stuff so bear with me 🙏 but nonetheless i liked the idea so much! and woozi has pink buzzcut here because it's iconic. love you, take care!! 💋

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♥︎ synopsys: it was your big day - the grand premiere of your first serious movie production. and although to the outside world you’re known as the rising star of romance movies, to your boyfriend you’re more of an adult film actress.

♥︎ pairing: woozi x fem! reader

♥︎ warning: SMUT - MDNI! dirty talk, swearing, blow job, sex in a car!, recording, fingering, p in v, creampie, semi-public sex?

♥︎ notes: sorry it took so long!! i have to say it was so fun writing this i love writing for svt members :))

"you know i can tie my own tie just fine."

he couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips.

"don't be petty, and besides..." you started to smooth out any wrinkles on his pitch-black tux jacket. "i like doing this for you."

a shadow of a smile spread across his face. he couldn't help but find you adorable as you took a longer look at your work.

"i'm worried the paparazzi are going to be more interested in my plus one than me." chuckling, you scanned him from head to toe for any possible imperfections, but you knew there weren't any. he was perfect, after all.

"i'll make sure to stay behind so i don't steal too much of the spotlight." woozi turned around, glancing at his reflection in the mirror.

"that won't do. i want the world to finally meet you."

grabbing two sets of jewellery, you raised your hands to face level.

"now tell me, silver or gold?"

a not-so-hidden blush crept onto his face at your previous sentence, but you had just given him the perfect opportunity to mask it, so he brought his hand to his face in a gesture of deep thinking.

"gold will suit the dress better, i think."

and so gold it was.

being a rising hollywood star was probably on most little girls "when i grow up..." lists. it was on yours. and although reality happened to be much harsher than the childhood dream, you couldn't say you didn't fulfil your wish. the path to where you were now was bumpy and full of unexpected turns, but you pushed through, and now you were getting ready for probably the biggest premiere of your career so far.

"one night in monaco" was a production that cost more money than you'd ever seen before. it was a year and a half full of filming in different locations all around the world. you got to work with the biggest names in the industry, met the best directors, and experienced the life of a movie superstar. you travelled the world, watched sunsets in every possible country, tried food from all around the globe, and the best part—it was part of your job.

but while you were having the time of your life, your boyfriend was barricading himself from the outside world.

"woozi, you're really going to regret this one!" your voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

the constant flights giving him jet lag, you being away and busy with people he hardly knew, and sleeping somewhere else nearly every night—all of those things were taking a toll on him, and you could see it clearly. you tried to explain that if it was too tiring for him, then he could go back home and wait for you, that you would still make time to talk via facetime or visit him in person. but your boyfriend had one tiny disadvantage: he was the most stubborn person on earth. so despite hundreds of your attempts, he always stopped you mid-sentence, saying that he wanted to be next to you while you were making this step in your career.

after all, woozi felt this was what he owed you for sticking with him through his hardships, when he was only starting his job as a full-time music composer.

you two met over a shared project. you were playing a small role in some kind of tv drama, which wasn't necessarily high culture, but you needed money. he was a friend of a friend who got recommended to make the soundtrack. you remembered listening to samples with him in one of the crew's vans.

"ooh, this part right here with the violin—it's chef's kiss, really!" you said, excitement audible in your voice.

"thanks, recording this took me one full day," he said sheepishly.

"who would even last that long in the studio?"

the question was supposed to be rhetorical, but his answer caught you off guard.

"yeah... i was very desperate to bring out only the cleanest sounds."

"wait, so it's you playing the melody?" you arched your brows in disbelief that someone could be so talented and still humble.

"well, yeah. i don't have that many connections yet, so most of those instruments are played and recorded by me," he answered, scratching the back of his head in a bashful way.

"woozi, this is a masterpiece! i'll make sure to spread your name in the industry. people have to know you're this skilful!" you put your arm around his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

one could've said the rest is history. but what happened is very much worth mentioning. the soundtrack caught some attention from bigger producers, and brick by brick, woozi was building his little empire, along with you. every time you got a role somewhere, you always mentioned him to your manager, saying he was the only qualified person for the job. you felt like bonnie and clyde, minus the criminal part.

naturally, you two grew closer, and after some time and torturous pushing from your friends, you officially got together. at least officially for you, because the outside world still didn't know that two of the hottest show-business stars were actually dating each other.

so back to the filming.

"woozi, really. i know you don't like crowds, but you could've come and seen at least one scene. today jungwon will be filming his motorcycle stunt!"

but, as you were fully expecting, your argument was answered with a simple and firm "no" from the other side.

it was always like this with him. when there were too many people, woozi just couldn't handle it. not to mention he was a certified workaholic, and even you were hopeless when it came to getting his ass out of the mini studio he created for himself everywhere you two travelled. the maniac brought all of his recording equipment with him at all times.

and so, despite the film being made right under woozi's nose, he really hadn't seen a single scene or even a snippet of it.

"i think it's even better that way" he admitted, taking a final look at the way his dress pants fit. "i'll enjoy it more now that it has that element of surprise."

little did he know.

you actually doubted that the element of surprise woozi was talking about would make the show more enjoyable for him. you had mentioned that the plot mainly consisted of a romance between the male and female lead with elements of action. but what you had failed to confess was that there were kissing scenes. a lot of them. and some were even heated.

and woozi knew you played the main role in the production, but about those few previously mentioned facts?

no idea.

you had battled with yourself over this countless times.

but you just couldn't find the right moment to tell him. it might sound like a lame excuse, but you couldn't bring yourself to talk about it during the little time you spent together. after filming all day, the last thing on your mind was creating awkward situations in your relationship—you only wanted to feel comforted and loved. and because you were so busy day after day, every time you came home you only searched for woozi so he could pull you into his embrace and drown you in affection instead of telling him that you'd spent the day making out with your male lead three times in a row just to perfect a scene.

the burning pit in your throat kept getting bigger and bigger, though, and the guilty feeling spread through your chest the longer you thought about it. if you didn't tell him now, would that really be better than him seeing everything for himself later?

maybe this was your last chance.

"hey, woozi, i... actually, i have something important to mention."

you would rather see him bitter now than drag him and his pouty lip from interview to interview later.

"what is it?" buttoning his cuffs, he glanced at you expectantly.

"so... you know we're adults, and i suppose this kind of thing shouldn't bother us much, but... you know, since this is basically a romance movie, there will be some... kissing, right?"

you had a feeling you paused after every word. only after finishing did you realise you'd said it all in one breath.

woozi's reaction was... unexpected, to say the least.

after a moment, he smirked and let out a low chuckle. you observed his face for any sign of jealousy or sadness, but there wasn't even a hint of either in his expression.

"baby, like i would be jealous of that." he shook his head in disbelief. "you know i feel pretty confident in our relationship. to be honest, i was expecting this."

"but you're okay with it?" you asked as you felt sweat forming on the backs of your palms.

"i have to be okay with it because it's just a part of your job. and you know i would support you no matter what."

his hands moved to your sides, giving your waist a little squeeze.

"i'm mature enough to understand that there are no feelings behind the actions i'll see on the screen tonight. don't worry about me and just enjoy yourself today, okay? it's your big night."

giving you another reassuring hug and a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he walked past you.

"i'm gonna grab something to eat quickly while we still have access to normal food, and you get yourself all pretty and come join me downstairs," he said, a playful wink making you smile a little.

"woozi."

he turned fully towards you, visibly waiting.

"thank you for doing this with me. i know you would rather spend the evening another way, but you have to know i love the fact that we'll be able to share this."

his smile changed from cocky to warm and inviting.

"you're cute when you get emotional like this."

the scoff that left your lips carried an undertone of pure annoyance.

"you're really something, dismissing my worries like that," you pointed out jokingly, twisting the strands of your hair so they would fall around your face in a slightly more chic way.

"keep talking and you're gonna be late for your own event." his voice grew distant as he made his way to the kitchen.

but what neither of you knew was that the night ahead would be far more eventful than one big premiere.

two pairs of shoes and five different bags later, you could finally say you were satisfied with the way you were going to present yourself tonight and headed downstairs, where woozi was already waiting impatiently. the slight tension on his face faded away the second he saw you.

you were practically floating as you made your way down the spiral staircase of your apartment. the long gown trailed behind you, but in the most fashionable way possible. the open back of the dress, the teasingly tight top, and a cleavage that revealed just the right amount—it was like a scene from a movie.

his hand clasped over his chest, eyes full of awe, lips parted slightly in an inaudible sigh of admiration.

you were from another world.

"and you were worried i would outshine you." his voice was barely audible in the great space of your shared home.

you only responded with a giggle.

as there was no more time for longing looks and sappy confessions, you gathered your things, and after about ten minutes, you were both seated in a very spacious, comfortable limousine your manager had sent to pick you up.

you were on your second glass of champagne when woozi's hand stopped the glass from spilling more bubbly alcohol into your mouth.

"at this rate, you're going to arrive drunk at the party," he warned, taking the drink from your hand and emptying it in one go to prevent any further drinking.

"i know, i'm just so nervous about this. i think i just—" your rant was cut short by the gentle touch of his hand against your cheek.

"getting wasted won't help at all, baby. think about it as a reward for your hard work." his thumb started drawing different patterns against your skin, and you could feel his gaze softening under the dim lights of the bmw.

the rest of the ride went smoothly enough that you arrived with a clear mind, ready to do interview after interview.

when you stepped out of the car, you were immediately greeted by lights so bright that you had to squeeze your eyes shut. you'd heard that movie stars with bigger portfolios eventually got used to the camera flashes and stopped being bothered by them. but you were still new to this kind of attention, so the first few seconds were a little overwhelming.

that was until you felt a familiar touch against the palm of your hand.

woozi belonged in this industry, you thought to yourself as you took a quick look at him. he could easily be mistaken for an actor with his strikingly handsome face.

taking your hand in his, woozi led you through the crowd of paparazzi and stepped onto the red carpet.

the first step felt like entering a dream.

it was ironic since you were actually making it come true while strutting down the path, posing left and right for different cameras. and woozi accompanied you the entire way, his hand never leaving yours.

"you're doing just fine. if anything happens, i'm right behind you."

the words left your cheeks a little warmer.

you really couldn't say you had any concerns about tonight.

but, boy, were you foolish.

after the interviews and small talk, you and woozi headed to the grand hall to find your seats. the room was as large as an opera house and had both stalls and balconies. both of you had assigned seats in the first row and were seated with the rest of the cast.

the whole event began with official greetings, speeches, and a lot of "thank you"s—the boring stuff, which you mostly spent gossiping through with your partner.

then it was finally time for the screening.

woozi's hand tightened around yours.

"i'm proud of you, baby."

those were the last innocent words you would hear from him that night, but you didn't know it back then.

you focused entirely on the movie. you got immersed from the very first scene. you couldn't comprehend how spectacular the male lead's acting was. you fully believed his tragic backstory, how his mother died and how his father abused him.

but then you appeared on the screen.

it was so strange to see yourself on the big screen for the first time. somehow, it shattered the image in front of your eyes, peeling away the illusion you wanted to believe in. all of a sudden, it became something so... plain.

it was simply you staring at yourself like in a mirror, observing every movement, every angle.

when your scene finally ended, you could return to watching the movie without that annoying feeling in your gut.

you didn't know that's how actors dealt with watching their own films.

the plot started to thicken, and before you could even think about the next scene from the script you'd memorised by heart, it was time for the romance part.

a subtle touch against your cheek.

his fingers cupping your chin and angling your face just right.

everything about the kiss shown on the screen screamed romance.

breathless, you pulled away.

"we both know you're doing this for yourself."

your line was delivered in the most heartbreaking way possible.

"i want you, y/n. i want to do it for us."

those simple words were enough for you to throw yourself into his embrace, pulling him impossibly close, your lips crashing against his in a desperate attempt to keep him there, to make him stay this time.

you could feel yourself gripping the armrest of your seat for dear life as you internally tried to cope with the overwhelming sense of embarrassment.

there you were, on the big screen, in front of thousands of people, getting all whiny and desperate over your male lead.

it was only acting, but still.

you found it hard to watch as you became more and more mortified by your own lovestruck expressions displayed on the screen.

the make-out scene was actually more heated than you remembered.

or maybe it was the editing.

either way, it looked very sensual and intimate. the movie didn't even have to show what happened next because everybody could tell where it was going.

you believed everything had remained in good taste thanks to the supervision of your director, but you still couldn't help peeking at your partner beside you.

that's when you noticed.

woozi's eyes were glued to the floor. his posture tense, hands clasped in fists and a slight frown adorning his face.

he was pissed. and you knew what this sour face means.

for a second there, you had a hard time believing that your boyfriend got so jealous over something like this, but at the same time — maybe you were too laid-back about it?

the conflict in your head took over your attention completely, and you couldn't stop spiralling for the rest of the movie — even when it was the famous motorcycle scene that always made you gag.

woozi also seemed to be in his own world throughout the whole show. he didn't move an inch, and when you tried to gently nudge him, he didn't respond at all. you could only imagine how it would be coming home with him now.

after gathering all the bouquets and kind words, you managed to slip into your limousine, woozi following a few steps behind like a kicked puppy.

settling into the comfort of your car, you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. woozi sat opposite you, spreading across the leather seats like a goddamn king on his throne.

the silence could suffocate.

good thing the driver's seat was separated from your section by soundproof glass, because lord knows what woozi has in store for this conversation.

"i can't decide whether i'd rather have stayed clueless until seeing all this or known everything beforehand." he made sure the "everything" got properly articulated in the sentence.

"i did tell you about the kissing part." you said in defence.

"yeah, but you didn't mention the part where you moan his name and his hands end up in your pants." he snickered at your lame excuse.

"they didn't show that in the movie entirely! it's all left to one's imagination." you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

"no one is foolish enough to see the face you're making right now and think that you're only holding hands."

at that, you fell silent.

you couldn't argue about that.

you would never tangle yourself up in something that made you feel too exposed, but this scene was meant to involve only some stupid kissing. you forgot what the editing team was capable of when left unsupervised.

"woozi, i... i'm sorry. i know you must have felt bad, but i promise you it was only for the movie, just an act, nothing more." you stretched your arm out in his direction, your hand delicately nudging his where it rested on his thigh.

he didn't respond right away.

there was a flash of something different in his eyes. something more dangerous than jealousy.

his fingers curled around your wrist in a firm hold.

woozi's lips quivered for a second, his subtle frown morphing into a fond, barely noticeable smirk.

his presence drew closer.

pulling at your body, he brought you forward and into him as his lips grazed your ear.

"then show me how you do it for real now."

your cheeks flushed pink in an instant. you could feel the blood leaving your legs completely and gather somewhere entirely elsewhere. he had this effect on you and only from his talking.

"woozi at least wait till we get to our home." you tried to reason with him, you really did but even you knew it's pointless. horny and desperate was after all the worst emotional mix he could get himself into.

woozi's lips smashed into yours in a hungry kiss. it took you a millisecond to let out a fairly loud moan, that thankfully got caught in his throat.

"you made me wait for it for the past two and a half hour. don't you think you're maybe too cruel?" he managed to gasp out in between the kisses.

his hands were quick to travel up your arm to your shoulder and behind your neck, pulling you even closer. you wanted to be even so your unsteady fingers started to play with the buttons of his dress shirt, trying to mindlessly open it without damaging the piece of clothing. woozi helped you by taking his jacket off in one swift motion and loosening the tie you so neatly tied for him earlier.

"there goes my hard work." you huffed, small, playful smirk dancing on your face. you couldn't help it when he was so hot and ready for you.

"trust me, you're still in for a lot baby." at that he pulled your head down so that your nose was touching his crotch.

you peeked at him from behind your lashes, despite knowing full well what he wanted from you. without him uttering another word, with new found vigour and confidence you pulled down the zipper of his black dress pants.

"i'm curious what the screenwriter had in mind when he was writing this scene." the palm of his hand caressed your soft hair as he was observing your every move. "think he imagined it like that?"

pulling his pants down along with his underwear his cock sprung free and hit his abdomen. in all its glory you couldn't stop staring at it, feeling your mouth and pussy watering at the sight. every time you were about to put it in your mouth you wondered how the hell you managed to fit it there. your curious eyes flew up to him again. there was something about eye contact in moments like this, when your hands took a hold of him so gently and your tongue lolled out to kitten-lick around the tip in nearly slow-motion. maybe you were a famous movie star for the outside world but for him? you were willing to be his private pornstar.

"think he... he wanted you to do this to the main guy?" the sentence came in chopped parts due to his heavy breathing. woozi's hand tightened in your hair, gently urging you to do your job properly and stop being a tease. despite you wanting to play with him for a little longer, you complied, taking a bigger, more confident lick from the base of his cock to the tip.

"fuck..." was the only warning sign for you before you were forced to take the whole thing down your throat in one go. your pleas and complains were all muffled by your boyfriend's huge cock shoved inside your mouth and you could only try to steady your breath and cry about it. you feel a long stripe of slick pooling in your panties and if you weren't as well restrained your fingers would already be shoved inside you as deep as his dick is in your throat right now. but it wouldn't be satisfying one bit now that you know the feeling of his digits in your pussy so you were willing to wait for the bigger prize.

you started bobbing your head up and down his lenght, trying your best to give him only pleasure and no teeth. your tongue was drawing swirling patterns as it went up and down, up and down again.

"good thing they settled for something softer." woozi's moans were like commas. "this view is reserved only for me."

as he said that, one of his hands left your head and reached into his pocket. your eyes widened a little at the sight of what he took out of it.

pressing the big red button on the screen, the little flash on and the camera in his phone pointing directly at you.

"i want to remember this night" he muttered, his hips involuntary pushing forward.

blush crept up your face but if he wanted a show you were more than willing to provide. sounds of slurping and gagging filled the entire backseat as your tongue was doing the most creative patterns on his cock. you boyfriend couldn’t stop himself from rocking his pelvis into your face, sinking his dick deeper and deeper. woozi was a panting mess, droplets of sweat covering his forehead.

„f-fuck… just like that baby…” you wondered how will he sound on the video. will it be even close to the airy, whiney tone he has now? and will he ever come back to this video? maybe when he starts feeling alone and needy and you will be away at that time. honestly, you trusted your boyfriend with this stuff. you knew he wouldn’t ever risk damaging your reputation. and you loved doing this little snippets of your dirty stuff.

one of your hands that was resting on his thigh moved up to touch his stomach. you could feel the muscles contracting, signalling that the coil inside is about to burst. seeing him putting away his phone you took advantage of his brief moment of distraction and pulled yourself off his lenght, a string of saliva being the proof of the contact. disheveled hair, bright red cheeks, glossy eyes and messed up lipstick - you were a sight that woozi wouldn't be able to ever dream. yet you were kneeling in front of him now in your purest form, second after blowing him off on the way home. you were a living dream.

you didn't have time to regain your composure because one of woozi's hands flew to your thigh, pulling the side of your dress as high as to see your underwear.

his fingers wrapped around your throat - without pressure, just there, asserting his presence. at this point you were unable to form any full sentence and it was about to get serious. skillful digits reached behind the fabric of lilac panties and agonizingly slow they pressed themselves against your clit. he started to draw small circles on the surface of your pussy, little gasps of air escaping your mouth every now and then. the pressure began to be overwhelming and you hurriedly got rid of your garments, helping him out.

"so eager" he commented as his fingertips began to travel deeper down, parting your folds and teasing your entrance. the moan you let out at that was like straight from the pornographic film. woozi took advantage of your excitement, sliding one of his fingers in your pussy in one go. you were getting embarrassingly loud but he was a quick witted guy so the moment your whines got a little too audible he swallowed them all in his own lips attached to yours. adding second finger in without warning he worked hard to stretch you out perfectly for him.

"if you want to be able to get it inside you'll have to relax baby" he whispered against your lips, forehead pressed to yours, brows knitted in focus.

you were only able to faintly nod as you could feel yourself float higher and higher, your wall tightening on his fingers, a definitive sign your orgasm was approaching. and as much as woozi loved you, he couldn't have you come on his fingers after you awakened the biggest jealousy fit in a centaury. with much regret his slipped his fingers out of you as your eyes widened in shock, your orgasm being ripped away from you.

"but... why?" a broken cry could be heard in your voice as a frightening realization hit you that maybe, just maybe, that's his way of punishing you.

"baby i want only the best for you, you know that, right?" the caressing touch against your thigh got your mind twisted, confused as to what was his motive.

"and i think the best way for you to show me you belong only to me is for you to come on my cock."

the tone of his voice in your ear made a shiver run down your spine and straight to the place you need him most. despite your wobbly legs you managed to straddle him, hands immediately sliding down to his cock - the only thing in your head now.

"you're funny when you're so cock drunk — you haven't even had it in you yet, and you're already so dumb."

at his remark, you felt even smaller under his gaze. you always turned into putty in his hands.

"can i? please, baby, i'm gonna make us feel so good." you didn't know why, but your mouth started to blabber pleas involuntarily.

he only snickered at that.

"so polite. how could i ever deny you anything?"

one of his palms cupped your cheek in the most affectionate way, contrary to the harsh grip on your thigh.

carefully, you aligned his cock with your entrance and began to slowly slide down, feeling first the stretch of his tip inside and then gradually the rest of him. a loud moan accompanied your every little move.

"f-fuck..." he sighed, and that was when your gaze lingered on him a little longer.

pretty, pink, short hair messed up from all the kissing and gripping, a pink blush on his cheeks, a tiny bit of saliva covering his lower lip, and those brown orbs hidden underneath a fan of lashes, blown-out pupils, and half-lidded eyes. he was a sight.

when the burning sensation of him inside you eased, you began to slowly move up and down his length.

"you are... so amazing, you know?" his voice was barely audible amid the heavy breaths and little sighs.

the feeling of woozi's dick inside you could be carved into your brain and soul — it was that good. filling you up perfectly, you were going from conscious to a blabbering mess in no time. you couldn't even respond to his praise now because all that was in your mind was his cock ramming in and out of you, coating your walls in his precum and smearing it everywhere. the soft "plop,plop" was echoing in your head, the stretch inside making you shiver. he was all up in your mind. little noises escaped past your lips without your control as you were getting more lost in the feeling of his dick destroying your insides with each hard thrust. because when woozi was fucking you he made sure you feel every inch of him.

your pace quickened, and you could feel his hands wrapping around your bottom to support you. you could always count on him, even when he was fucking your brains out <3 being already sensitive down there you could feel your orgasm approaching.

"woozi, i... i think i'm close." through the haze in your head, you managed to spit out half a sentence, half a warning.

his grip only tightened. tongue lolling out, you anticipated an answer, a permission, anything.

"don't... i want to... want to feel you milk me dry when i finish."

your stomach twisted. a particularly loud, prolonged whine escaped your lips but was quickly swallowed by woozi's grabby lips on yours. he couldn't risk the driver hearing what was going on in the backseat.

"stay the fuck quiet..." he muttered, now going faster inside you on his own. "or do you get off on someone hearing you fall apart on my cock?"

you could actually cry in that moment. imagining what the poor driver propably hear right now made you clamp down on his dick even harder. the image in your head of the face he would make upon seeing you two right now, fucking like animals in the backseat of luxurious limousine made your head spin. postponing your orgasm, teasing, the way his dick was so perfectly filling every inch of you — it felt like too much. yet you couldn't stop. doing your best, you tried to match his pace, but seeing your legs giving up, woozi decided to be merciful and lend you a hand — quite literally.

he slid his hands underneath your thighs and began to move you up and down to his liking. he was pushing you down so hard you could feel the tip of his thick cock kissing your cervix every goddamn time.

"fuck!" you cried out silently, your hands flying to your face because there was no way you could keep your mouth shut now.

"please." you begged silently, fearing you wouldn't last. you were literally on the verge of the greatest orgasm ever.

"i got you, baby." woozi's breath caught in his throat when he felt your walls squeezing him particularly tight. "i'm close, y/n... come on, baby, cum... fuck!..cum for me."

you could feel your soul ascending as a crushing wave of pleasure washed over your entire body. you threw your head back, gripping woozi's shoulders for dear life, curling your toes and moaning his name as your walls started to flutter around your boyfriend's dick, making him come right after you. spurts of thick, hot cum covered your insides as you couldn't stop the faint twitch of your hips against woozi's crotch.

your head fell onto his shoulder. pressed against each other, you were both trying to catch your breath. his grip around your thighs loosened, and you could hear soft panting against your ear. you started to affectionately stroke his pink, nearly bald head, whispering sweet nothings.

god, if that's how woozi reacts when he sees one scene of you kissing another guy, then the next audition you're doing will be for a rom-com.

"we've made a mess..." he mumbled under his breath, peeking around.

you turned your head and gasped softly. your slick was covering not only woozi's pants, but somehow it had ended up on the middle seat too, glistening in the low light on the black leather.

"this is probably the last time we're renting a car from this company" you chuckled lightly.

his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb drawing patterns on your skin.

"you know i will support you no matter what, right?"

the question had no ulterior motives behind it, only honesty and care, but it still made you want to tease him a bit.

"even if it includes kissing other dudes on screen?" your hands slowly smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt, knowing the ride home was coming to an end and that you would both soon have to look at least somewhat presentable again so the driver wouldn't suspect anything just yet.

"as long as you're okay with the consequences of your actions, then—with a heavy heart—yes." as he said that, he placed one hand on his chest in a mock-hurt gesture.

you rolled your eyes at him.

"you'd better pull yourself together before we have to leave, because i won't be able to look this poor driver in the eyes."

[wheeboo]

versace on the floor | lee jihoon

SYNOPSIS. Within the elite world of the music industry, you and Jihoon’s relationship has always been private. But when the two of you are in the spotlight, the restraint he guards so honourably begins to unravel, especially when you weaponise a certain Versace dress against him that he could only imagine slipping off your skin and onto the floor. Inspired by Bruno Mars’s song and Woozi’s cover of Versace on the Floor.  PAIRING. music producer!lee jihoon x soloist!fem!reader GENRE. smut (minors dni 🔞), fluff, suggestive, established relationship WARNINGS. cursing, jihoon is shamelessly down bad for reader, jihoon owns a penthouse (as he should), they're a literal power couple istg, reader being a MENACE, idk i love when men fold cuz of their women, terms of endearment (love, baby, sweetheart, etc), kissing, making out, strip-teasing 😼, body worship, praise/dirty talk, thigh grinding, handjob, desperate to soft loving sex, unprotected piv sex, missionary, creampie, multiple orgasms WORD COUNT. 5.9k

notes: lee jihoon.... oh i have missed u. this draft had been rotting since early 2025 until i finally picked it up now :) i hope u all enjoy <3

Jihoon is getting a little antsy.

He’s been standing in the corner of this vast, intimidating, goddamn ballroom for what feels like a millennium. He’s surrounded by a sea of people, all adorned in their finest silk dresses and tailored suits, dripping in jewelry that glints prettily under the golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The air is practically drowning with the scent of expensive perfume coming from all different directions, yet all of it does nothing to ease the restless twitch in his limbs.

The party is hosted as a formal gathering of the best music producers, artists, and lyricists all over the country𑁋a grandeur invite-only exclusive event where industry elites mingle over champagne glasses and engage in business talk; an event where connections are made and silent deals are struck beneath the surface of polite conversation.

Jihoon isn’t much of a socialite. He never has been. Just the occasional mingling, small talk, forced laughter𑁋it’s exhausting. He knows he should be making rounds around the ballroom, shaking hands with others and slipping his name into the right conversations. But instead, he’s mainly here because of you.

He’s supposed to meet you here tonight. That was the plan. You had texted an hour prior that there was a good chance you may be running late because of a last-minute meeting with some producers. But you’re nowhere to be found, not yet, at least. And Jihoon is starting to feel like an absolute fool, lingering in the background and scanning the room like a robot programmed to do so for any sign of you.

He checks his phone again. No new messages. Just the last one you sent over an hour ago warning him you might be late. Jihoon sighs, slipping the device back into his pocket of his dark ruby-red tailored suit, his fingers tapping impatiently against his glass of champagne.

Then, as if on cue, as if the universe finally decided to take pity on his doubts, he spots you.

Emerging out of the throng of people, you arrive like a vision, stepping through the grand entrance, your satin gown catching against the chandelier’s glow. It hugs your figure in all the right ways𑁋the colour a deep, wine red cascading down the floor like molten lava, shimmering with every step you take. Jihoon’s throat tightens. He would recognise that dress anywhere.

He had bought it for you.

Versace. The moment he saw it on display, he knew it belonged to you. It was bold yet elegant, sultry yet refined𑁋the perfect balance, a happy medium, just like you. And now, seeing you dressed in it while walking toward him like you own the entire damn ballroom, he thinks he might actually lose his mind.

You’re breathtaking.

And by all means you know it.

Jihoon even swears the entire party itself comes to a halt the second your presence walks in, the world narrowing to only you. He doesn’t miss the way heads turn as you pass, the way men and women alike steal curious second glances in your direction, admiration and envy hanging in the air. Some elites greet you with murmured acknowledgments, others even call out to you for your attention, yet you don’t stop moving forward, your focus solely fixed on finding him.

He feels a slow burn of pride settle in his chest at the thought. Let them look. They could admire you all they wanted𑁋but at the end of the night, it would be him taking you home.

Your gaze flickers almost frantically across the room, sweeping over dozens of faces that you’re either somewhat familiar with or a complete stranger to, until they finally land on him.

Jihoon sees the exact moment you spot him. Your lips part slightly, the relief in your shoulders easing away. A slow, knowing smile of recognition graces across your features, and damn, if that doesn’t power his heart into overdrive and dries his throat completely. Even the noise of the party seems to quiet a fraction.

Your heels clack against the floor as you cruise over toward him, and Jihoon tightens his grip on the glass in his hands. However, with a noticeable smirk to your lips, you snatch the glass from his grasp to take a brief sip of your own.

Jihoon hears the threats of the floor wanting to swallow him whole.

“Hi, stranger,” You coo, a teasing quip to your voice.

Jihoon simply lets his eyes rake over you once more, before shaking his head.

“You’re late,” he says firmly, though it’s not filled with any disappointment.

“But I’m here now, yeah?” You muse, ghosting your fingers over the lapel of his shirt, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle there. “You clean up well. Red looks good on you.”

Jihoon chuckles at that, heat spreading up to his ears. “Tried to match with you tonight.”

You hum, placing the now half-empty champagne glass on the nearest tray a passing waiter carries. “Good choice, love.”

Instinctively, his hand makes its way to plant at your hip, lightly tracing the curve of your waist with utmost delicacy. You’re standing even closer to him now, the scent of your sweet and floral perfume washing over him like a drug𑁋one that he’s addicted to.

You politely greet a few passersby as they stroll past you both, your voice light and effortless, but Jihoon isn’t giving a single ounce of his attention to them. Right now, his attention is entirely on you and you only. He doesn’t miss the way your fingers brush over his waist and the way your body leans into his just a little more than necessary if other partygoers accidentally walk too close in your space. 

It’s fucking unfair.

Because all he can think about is how easy it would be to abandon this goddamn party and take you back to his place, how easy the dress would slip right off your shoulders and pool down to your feet, leaving in you nothing but that smug little smirk you’ve been shooting him since the beginning of time. God, it’s ridiculous how easily it is for him to be wrapped around your finger. You could ask him to burn the whole ballroom down, and he just might, if it meant keeping that look in your eyes all to himself.

Your fingers playfully skim along the collar of his shirt, teasing the fabric as if you’re debating whether to adjust it or not. Jihoon can’t help but swallow the lump that chokes his throat. You’re close𑁋too close, and yet, not close enough. 

“You’re quiet,” You acknowledge lowly, tilting your head slightly. “Did the party drain you before I came?” 

“Mmh. Something like that,” he mutters.

“You’re always so tense at these things, baby. You gotta let loose a little, you know?” You drag your hand to plant firmly on his chest, and you feel the rapid beating of his heart against your touch. “Indulge in the moment. You know you’re one of the most popular producers in the industry right now, right? My boyfriend’s the hottest topic these days.” 

Boyfriend. His chest inflates at that. He loves it when you say that, even after all this time. The word had rolled off your tongue so naturally, so effortlessly, yet it still has a way of rendering him completely useless. It’s a reminder that he belongs to you. People’s eyes may be on him tonight, but he only has eyes for you. Always. 

The chuckle that leaves you when you finish speaking is downright sinful. Jihoon isn’t sure if you’re aware of just how much of a menace you are, or if this is all part of your evil plan𑁋either way, he’s irrevocably fucked.

Ever since the news broke out two years ago of your relationship with him, the media had gone in an absolute frenzy. Articles were quickly released digging into your shared history and news reporters had bombarded the two of you any chance they got. Because who would expect Lee Jihoon, the reserved, no-nonsense producer, to be dating you, one of the music industry’s most beloved darlings? It was a pair no one saw coming. A pair that no one had expected.

And the two of you would simply grant them the same answer: that yes, you’re in love with each other. That you got closer because of your similar occupations and mutual friends. That your shared love for music had turned into something deeper.

(On rare occasions, you’d fondly note how Jihoon was actually the one who made the very first move at the very beginning.) 

The media called you both a “power couple”. The fans called it fate. The tabloids and netizens called it scandalous.

Jihoon called it home. 

“I think they’re watching us,” You whisper in amusement.

Jihoon doesn’t even have to look up to know that you’re right. He can feel the weight of almost everyone’s stares around the two of you, hear the hushed whispers of those who are more invested in your relationship then they have any right to be. But he doesn’t care𑁋not when your fingers slide down his suit so slow, languidly, playing with the silk fabric as if you’re toying it with delicacy.

“What a shame,” You continue, voice lowering a fraction as you lean in dangerously close to his ear, whispering words only he would know. “If only they knew how much prettier you are without anything on.” 

Jihoon stiffens. His breath hitches. And the smirk to your face only grows impossibly wider.

“You’re enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you?” he asks, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your waist, grounding him.

You huff out a giggle. “Maybe a little.” 

“Careful.”

“Oh?” You quirk a brow. “Careful of what, love?”

Jihoon lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know exactly what.”

Your grin turns wicked, full of promise and innocence. “Do I?”

A muscle in his cheek twitches at that, making him glance around warily, yet nobody else has seemed to notice. He could kiss you. Right here, right now, in front of everyone here. He could crowd you against the nearest wall and steal the breath from your lips, let his hands map the expanse of your body, feel the silk of your dress and the warmth of your skin beneath it. He could make you regret teasing him like this. He could, and he will. 

You know it too. That’s why you’re grinning and touching him like that, tracing the lines of skin that you’ve memorised all too well in private, revisiting territory that only belongs to you as if you’ve already won the game you started in the first place. Yet you also know that Jihoon wouldn’t let you get away with that easily. 

But the whole world knows how much of a private person Jihoon is when it comes to things like this𑁋your relationship included. No matter how much you tempt him or how much you push his buttons every damn day, he somehow always manages to keep his composure. At least in public. On top of that, his reputation among the music industry precedes him quite intimidatingly. 

The lights of the ballroom suddenly dim down a pitch. The music playing smoothly transitions to a sweet, syrupy tempo. A sensual song fills the gigantic space, beckoning for other couples to abandon their champagne flutes on passing trays and drift to the vastly open dance floor. You don’t even have to turn to Jihoon, instead, you let your hand do the talking by sliding it down his chest to interlace your fingers together. 

You give him a small, permissive smile and a gentle tug to his hand. Jihoon hesitates briefly, before he lets you lead him. He follows you because of course he does. 

Behind you, he catches the way the crowd naturally parts wordlessly. Perhaps it’s the way you carry yourself like the room has always belonged to you, or the fact that everyone knows who you both are𑁋separately legendary, untouchable together. Or maybe it’s because the sight of Lee Jihoon allowing himself to be willingly pulled onto the dance floor is so rare it feels like witnessing something illegal. But Jihoon knows the majority of that answer is due to you. 

When you reach the middle of the dance floor, you turn to face him. Above you both, the glow of the chandelier seems to soften the deep red of your dress. Jihoon’s gaze drops for half a second, yet again tracing over the way the satin clings to your frame perfectly, before dragging back up to your face. 

One of your hands finds the nape of his neck, while the other presses right over his heart as you begin to move with slow rolls of your hips. Jihoon’s own hands instinctively find your waist, pulling you in until all the space between your bodies is erased. The silk of your dress is cool against his palm, yet your skin underneath burns with desire. 

“You hate dancing,” You whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“I hate dancing with anyone else,” Jihoon corrects gruffly, grip tightening a fraction on you. 

The words hit like a spark to gas. A pleased hum comes out from the back of your throat. The two of you continue to move together as if you’ve done it a hundred times before. The song playing in the background is practically white noise at this point, lyrics seemingly all about skin and surrender𑁋and it is absolutely not helping Jihoon right now. Especially not when there are over a hundred witnesses and he could feel every single stare on him like static on his skin. 

But he doesn’t give a flying fuck about any of that right now. Not right now when he’s holding you and all he could think about is writing his name on every inch of you later if you’d let him, because you’re the only song he knows how to play. 

“What are you thinking about right now, baby?” You prod him quietly.

A grimace forms at his lips. “You wore this dress on purpose, didn’t you?”

“You’re the one who bought it for me,” You counter back teasingly. “If I’m wearing it on purpose, that just means you wanted to see me in it on purpose, too.” 

Jihoon would never verbally admit how right you are about that, but you can read it on his face. The exact moment he saw the dress on display at the store, his brain short-circuited for five seconds of picturing you in it instead. He bought it on impulse. No second thoughts or hesitation if it costs more than peoples’ rent nowadays. He doesn’t give a damn about the luxury of it. All it matters is if you feel beautiful wearing it. 

It seems like he accomplished his mission.

You lean in a little closer. “What do you say I put on a little show for you tonight?”

“A show?” He comes to a fleeting standstill. “What kind of show?”

“A show where I’m the star…” You start, playfully dragging out each word with purpose. “...and you’re the audience. Or a participant, if you’re good.”

Jihoon’s eyes darken at that, his head nearly falling off his neck as he lets out a low, disbelieving laugh that you can feel vibrate into your hand that’s still on his chest. Around the two of you, the other couples around you are still blissfully unaware of the fire that’s growing in the middle of the dance floor. 

“You’re killing me,” he mutters, voice almost getting swallowed by the sudden crescendo of the background music and noise. “You’re really fucking killing me here, sweetheart.” 

“Good,” You whisper tauntingly. “You’ll be desperate enough for tonight then.” 

You guide his hand on his waist lower, just barely an inch and enough to press your hips flush against his. You feel the hard, insistent line beginning to strain against his pants when you roll your body just once into his. A quiet, choked sound escapes out of him, barely audible over the music, but you hear it like a secret meant only for you. 

“Jesus,” he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second. “You can’t𑁋fuck. Not here.” 

“Then take me home, baby,” You say, eyes turning pleading. “Please.” 

Jihoon doesn’t waste more time after that. He takes your hand and begins to weave you both through the crowd, not bothering with any goodbyes or with signing any more deals tonight. 

The world can wait, but he can’t.

When the door to Jihoon’s penthouse shuts behind you with a loud, decisive click, that’s when you already know the rest of the world is locked out. It’s enough to snap the final thread of restraint. 

The sounds of your sighs and his groans echo through the space as you keep kissing him on the journey to his bedroom. His hands are everywhere on you all at once: one cupping the back of your neck to angle your head just the way he loves it, while the other is sliding down the smooth satin of your dress, gripping it so harshly as if he’s two seconds from tearing it off you. You stumble together down the hallway, neither of you willing to break down the kiss for more than a singular breath. 

Every few steps he presses you against the nearest wall. The taste of the champagne earlier lingers on both of your tongues. As your back hits the cool surface for the third time, you smile breathlessly against his lips, giving his tie a playful tug.

“Careful with the dress, love,” You chide huskily. “You paid a fortune for it.”

Jihoon bites the inside of his cheek. “Right now I’m regretting every damn penny if it means I can’t get it off you faster.”

Finally, he drags you into his massive bedroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot. The beautiful city skyline of Seoul spills inside through the high floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in soft waves of neon and moonlight that contrast beautifully with the deep red of your dress, but neither of you is paying any attention to the view. He continues backing you up until your legs hit the bed behind. 

He’s pressed up so close to you now that you feel the hard line of his cock straining in his pants. He offers a small grind of his hips against yours, making you let out a soft, satisfied sound. His lips roam down to your jaw before dragging to your neck. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging light as he sucks a mark right below your ear. 

When he pulls away, his hands immediately find the zipper on the back of your dress. But before he can tug it down, you stop with a hand pressed to his chest. 

“Ah-ah,” You tut with a shake of your head, stepping back a little to create some space between your bodies. “I said I’d put on a show for you, didn’t I?” 

Jihoon’s eyes flash at that, but he remains where he is standing, letting his hands hover near your waist as if he’s aching to touch you. “You’re really going to make me wait? Even after how long I’ve been hard since that stupid party?” 

You roll your eyes, figuring you might as well give him the benefit of the doubt at least once tonight. In response to that, you spin around so your back is offered to him. He swallows down a lump in his throat as his gaze roams over your figure.

“Take it off for me,” You say coyly over your shoulder. “Slowly.”

Jihoon doesn’t even hesitate. His hands find the zipper again, then slowly but surely, he leisurely drags it down your spine, watching the way the satin starts to unfurl like a rose in bloom. His knuckles graze over the warm skin of your back as he continues, and he has to bite back a groan from how soft you feel under his fingertips. 

The dress loosens around your shoulders, the rich wine-red fabric slipping off just enough to reveal the delicate line of your spine he’s worshipped so many times. His breath grows heavier, jaw clenched so tightly he’s surprised it doesn’t crack, chest rising and falling like he’s fighting the overwhelming urge to rip off of you in one go. 

When the zipper reaches the bottom, just above the curve of your ass, you give a slight shrug of your shoulders that encourages the rest of the Versace dress to pool down to your ankles in a red heap of useless fabric. You step out of it carefully, kicking it to the side, leaving you in nothing but a pair of matching lace bra and panties and the strappy heels that make your legs look endless. 

“Jesus Christ,” Jihoon breathes, stepping up to you from behind. “You look… fuck, you look unreal.”

A sly smile crosses over your face as his hands wander over your sides. You let him worship you a bit, letting out soft sighs of pleasure as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the nape of your neck and down to the newly exposed skin of your shoulders. His palms come up to cup the swell of your breasts from behind, thumb preciously gliding over the lace covering your nipples until they harden from his touch. 

“My perfect girl,” he murmurs against your skin. “Always so soft for me…”

Yet before he could spin you around or push you onto the bed like you know he wants to, you turn in his arms yourself. You place both hands to his chest and gently push him until he sits down on the massive bed instead. His dark ruby red suit jacket is already half-off, the first few buttons of his shirt unopened and the tie loosened. He gazes up at you with eyes blown wide of desire, lips parted as he stares up at you like you’re the only thing that exists in his universe. 

“Sit still, baby,” You tell him impishly, positioning yourself in between his spread thighs. “No touching unless I say.” 

Jihoon groans, reluctantly obeying by digging his knuckles into the sheets by his side. “You’re really enjoying this power trip, aren’t you?”

“Immensely,” You reply with a sweet smile, though it’s far from innocent. “Be good for me and keep those hands right there, yeah? I wanna play with you first.”

He watches closely as you reach behind your back to unhook the clasp of your bra, teasingly letting the straps fall off your shoulders one by one, before finally dropping the fabric to the floor, leaving your breasts bare to his greedy gaze. His breath stutters audibly, cock twitching visibly in his pants as his eyes devour every delicious inch of you in front of him. 

Next, your hands drift down to the waistband of your panties, tugging them slightly but not fully peeling yourself out of them yet. Jihoon has already seen you spread out plenty of times before, yet the way you’re teasing him tonight and pushing his buttons to the limit makes it feel like it’s the first time all over again.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about right now,” You murmur, sliding your panties down another agonising inch, enough for Jihoon to catch a teasing glance of your mound and the shadow between your thighs. 

Jihoon’s throat works visibly as he swallows, his knuckles white as he grips the sheets impatiently. He forces his eyes close for a moment, as if that might somehow help him regain any control, but it only makes it so much worse. The beautiful, addictive image of you is burned behind his eyelids and seared permanently into his brain. 

“I’m thinking…” he starts, voice rough and gravelly. “…that if you don’t let me touch you in the next ten seconds, I might actually lose my mind.” 

You hum amusedly. “You need to be more specific, baby.” 

“God, you’re so…” He purses his lips into a tight line, looking like he might actually spontaneously combust any second. “Wanna taste you so badly… feel you clench around my fingers, my mouth, my cock… I don’t even care which one first. You’re driving me fucking insane standing there like that.” 

The rawness of his honesty sends a thrill of heat directly down to your core. You love it when he’s like this𑁋the most reserved and composed music producer unravelling just because of you. Biting your lip, you slip the rest of your panties all the way down, tossing it uselessly into the pile where your dress is. The room falls into a thick silence the second he finally sees you completely naked.

Jihoon looks like he’s been struck dumb. The dim lighting of the room highlights all the curves he’s been dying to map with his mouth, dark eyes dragging down your body and back up again. As he lingers on the gift between your legs, his tongue darts out to wet his own lips. Even from where he’s sitting, he can see how worked up you are. 

“Please,” he whines, the word sounding almost foreign to his tongue𑁋Lee Jihoon doesn’t beg, but in this moment, he’s seconds away from it. “Let me touch you.” 

“Not yet.” You say, stepping in between his legs. Then you swing a leg over his right thigh, settling your bare cunt directly onto the firm muscle. Jihoon’s eyes widen as he watches you begin to grind your slick folds over the fabric of his pants in a slow, lazy rhythm, soft moans escaping out of you and filling his ears like a song on repeat.

The friction is immediate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine as your clit drags over his thigh, leaving a damp spot on the ruby red fabric. His hands twitch violently at his sides, desperate to touch you, to feel you, but he keeps them planted on the bed just like you ordered, despite the way his thoughts are trying to reprimand him otherwise.

As you continue to grind on him, you reach between your bodies to drag down the zipper of his pants, finally freeing his cock out of its confines. It springs out thick and heavy, flushed at the tip and leaking steadily for you. The sight makes your mouth water and your cunt clench around nothing, but you tell yourself to keep focus𑁋you want to play with him a little first. 

Jihoon lets out a shaky groan as your fingers wrap around his length, his hips instinctively twitching in your grasp. He’s burning hot in your palm, and you give him one firm stroke from the base to the tip, letting your thumb swirl over the head to spread his precum. 

“You’re dripping all over me,” he rasps, his head falling back as you continue to rock against him. “Can feel how wet you are, sweetheart… making a pretty mess on my thigh…”

“You like that, baby?” You whisper hotly, lips grazing the shell of his ear as you grind down particularly hard on him. “Me riding your thigh while I jerk you off like this?”

“I𑁋fuck, yeah𑁋keep grinding your pretty pussy on me… just like that...”

You chuckle against his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin before picking up the pace. Your hips move down faster, grinding down with more pressure; and at the same time, you continue to stroke his cock with the same speed you’re grinding at, making him flex his thigh to give you the friction you’re looking for. 

His large bedroom fills with the sounds of your combined desperate gasps and sighs. If someone were looking in from another building at the same high level where his penthouse is, they’d be watching the music industry’s most beloved couple getting lost in one another. They’d see the usually reserved Lee Jihoon reduced to putty while his girlfriend strokes his cock like she owns him so shamelessly. The thought of it only motivates your movements even more, sending pleasure coiling tightly through your body. 

“Slow down𑁋shit𑁋I’m not gonna last,” Jihoon warns, but the way his hips are subtly bucking more into your hand tells you he doesn’t actually want you to slow down. “Stop teasing and let me fuck you properly.” 

That only makes you tighten your grip on him, the wet sounds of your hand gliding up and down on his dick bouncing off the walls and completely hypnotising you. 

“That’s the plan,” You mutter, nipping lightly at his jaw before soothing the spot with your tongue. “I want you desperate before I let you fuck me.”

The laugh that leaves him is straight up pained, a shudder running through his entire frame, his cock throbbing heavily in your palm. You can tell he’s getting close, so you speed up a little more while grinding your clit in dirty circles on his thigh. Your simultaneous orgasms continue to build up together like layers upon layers on a perfectly composed track. 

“I’m close,” he warns again raggedly, thrusting up measuredly into your hand. “Gonna cum all over your hand, baby. You want that?”

You nod desperately, your own hips faltering in rhythm as you feel your peak coming closer and closer. “Cum for me, Jihoon. Let go for me.”

Just from that, a guttural groan leaves him as he spills all over your fingers in thick, hot pulses. You keep stroking him through it, watching his thighs shake beneath you. The sight of him falling apart sends you right over the edge as well𑁋your orgasm crashing into you with barely any warning, a sharp cry of his name ripping out of your throat as you ride the last waves of release on his thigh. 

For a few long moments, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city life outside. Jihoon’s eyes are hazy and half-lidded as he watches you practically slouch into him, your body trembling slightly from the release. Then, finally, he lifts one of his hands from the sheets to settle onto your hip, thumb tracing soothing circles over your skin.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs while still catching his breath. “My dirty tease.”

You let out a breathless laugh, allowing your head to fall onto his shoulder. “Mmh… You love it, though.”

“Too much,” he admits with a faint smile.

One of his hands comes to gently cradle the back of your neck, guiding your head back up so he can kiss you. It’s slow and deep, not as frantic as before, yet heavy with everything he hasn’t said yet tonight. When he pulls back, his gaze grows dark again.

“My turn,” he says simply. 

Before you could tease him any further, Jihoon moves fast. In one smooth, powerful motion, he grabs your waist and flips you onto your back on the bed. The surprised gasp that leaves you dissolves into a laugh as he cages you between his arms, his weight forcing you down onto the mattress. 

You feel the heat spreading down to your core as you watch him sit back to shed the remains of his clothes. His ruby red suit jacket is tossed carelessly away, then the loosened tie, half-buttoned shirt, and pants follow quickly after. The city lights streaming in paint over his beautiful bare form with slivers of neon and silver. His cock brushes your thigh, hardening again even after earlier. 

He doesn’t give you time to admire him for long before he’s kissing you again.

“Gonna fuck you properly now, yeah?” he mutters into your mouth. 

Jihoon’s hand slides down your body possessively, before gripping your leg and hooking it over his hip. The head of his cock nudges your entrance, sliding through the residual wetness from your previous orgasm.

You arch up into him, trying to pull him closer, but he holds back just enough to make you whine.

“Jihoon𑁋”

“Shh,” he hushes, nipping at your bottom lip. “You made me wait all night. Now I get to take my time with you.” 

When he finally, finally, pushes himself into you, it’s with a deep thrust that buries him to the hilt, making you dig your nails into his shoulders. A sharp moan tumbles out of the two of you at the same time. Your sensitive walls stretch perfectly around his length, his breathing ragged as he holds still for a moment to let you adjust. 

“Fuck.” Jihoon’s forehead falls onto yours. “Always so tight… so perfect for me, sweetheart.”

Jihoon fucks you like he’s been starving for it all night. It’s raw, possessive, but always filled with undying devotion. His eyes stay solely locked on your face as he continues driving into you while gripping your thigh to keep you close, open, his. 

“I love you,” he confesses between thrusts. “Love how you feel… love how you drive me crazy… love that you’re mine only… my beautiful muse…”

Each word of praise is emphasised through each thrust into you. He doesn’t rush. Even in the heat of it, there’s something so purely soft wrapped in how he doesn’t speed up or selfishly chase after his release. He keeps it all entirely focused on you, watching every flicker of pleasure that crinkles your features like it’s more beautiful than any lyrics he’s ever written. No words can ever replace the fact that you’re the only melody he’s ever wanted to listen to. 

When your orgasm washes over you, it’s gentle yet overwhelming, a heavenly cry of his name as the climax rolls through your body. Jihoon follows right after with a low, heartfelt groan, tightening his arms around you as he spills inside of you one final time. He keeps himself buried within you, littering gentle kisses to your eyelids, cheeks, and the corner of your mouth𑁋each one a silent I love you.

The two of you take a minute to breathe before he pulls out of you, a quiet hiss leaving you from the loss. Then he pulls you into his arms and tucks you closely into his chest. The scent of sex wafts through the air, the skyline casting a dim glow across the room, but nothing feels as warm as being held by him. 

Outside, the city keeps glowing. But inside, the world has narrowed down to just the both of you: your bodies tangled together like overlapping verses, and the deep wine-red Versace dress lying forgotten on the floor like a beautiful afterthought, exactly where it belongs. 

And love… everywhere else. 

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Pairing ✨ Woozi x Female OC

Synopsis ✨ Your boyfriend never takes risks. He's the most careful person you know. But one picnic on a warm summer's day is about to make him risk it all.

Genre ✨ Fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings ✨ once again there's very little plot but quite a bit of porn, public sex, sex in nature, a brief hand job, she rides him, it's all very soft, they're so in love, p in v unprotected sex, he cums inside her, a brief mention of periods (oc isn't on hers), lots of fluff, Woozi is a worrier about literally everything

Word count✨ 5k

a/n ✨ I don't really have anything to add here other than he's the perfect man and I wanted to put something fluffy and cute up before the second part of my mafia fic. Thanks for reading! 💕

“I think,” you gulp, hands on your hips and squinting from the sun, “that my legs are going to fall off. Jihoon when will we be stopping?”

“Soon sweetie, very soon!” He chirps, marching off up the hill.

It had looked more like a gentle slope earlier this morning when you’d first set off on this “jaunt” as your boyfriend had called it. A test of your relationship you’d call it. But he said it was an easy hill and that you’d enjoy it once you set off, he’d even made a promise that he’d make it worth it for you.

He had that smirk on his face that you knew would only lead to something bad, but in the best way possible. And to be honest, the idea of your boyfriend wanting to fuck you at the top of a hill mountain already had your pussy dripping.

Though it was a shock.

Jihoon was not a reckless man. He makes you both your lunch every day, packing you both a mid-morning snack, a main lunch which always consisted of two side dishes alongside a smoothie he’d made that morning and then a piece of fruit for the afternoon before you set off home from work.

He makes sure your laundry is folded neatly, he changes the light bulbs every three months even if they don't need changing, so that they ware down at the same time and he even measures out the equal distances between the spices in your spice rack.

He likes things orderly. Done properly. He doesn’t like to break the rules.

That’s what made you so determined to say yes to this torture jolly day out.

Sex with Jihoon had always been incredible, but him wanting to fuck in public? Even though that “public” is a flowery meadow at the top of hill. Was thrilling, to say the least. He isn’t someone that takes risks. And if he does, it’s something he’s thought out for weeks beforehand.

When he’d suggested you both try out using handcuffs, he’d researched how it may trigger people, the best material they should be so as not to hurt you and even how long someone should have their hands bound above their head before it affected blood circulation.

You loved that about him. It was everything that made him, him. But fucking up a hill? Very unlike your Jihoon.

The sun was bright, lighting up the little daisies and wild flowers that were strewn across the emerald fields of grass. It was picturesque. It wouldn’t surprise you if there was a well with fairies flying round it somewhere. It was perfect.

But fuck was it too hot.

And your legs may actually be falling off.

You’re certain you’ve got blisters between each of your toes.

And you could eat a full family size pizza to yourself at this point.

“You’re saying all this out loud sweetie, you do know that?!” your boyfriend hollers as he continues on his quest up Everest, “I don’t think there’s a dominos at the top of this hill in the middle of the country side!”

“There might be, you don’t know the location of every dominos in the world Jihoon.”

“I know a lot. How one woman can eat so many pieces of garlic bread is beyond me!”

“Hey! That’s not my fault! I can’t help what my body wants when I’m losing hundreds of gallons of blood each month!”

“I know you can’t,” he turns back to you, big smile shining in the sun as he holds his hand out for you, “now. We’re right near the top, come here.”

You take his hand, grimacing a little at how sweaty you both are but heart jumping a little even after so many years together.

“Close your eyes,”

“Baby, if I close my eyes I’ll trip.”

“You’ll never trip whilst I’m holding your hand.”

Fuck he’s so good with words. His smile becomes even brighter when he notices he’s managed to fluster you a little with that last comment, cheeks pink and a silly smile you’re trying to hide.

A few more steps on the dirt track path and you come to a stop.

“Open.”

You open your eyes, blinking a little to adjust to the light again and what you see takes your breath away. You can see everything from up here, it’s like being on top of the world. You can see the city in the distance, rice fields and villages down below and you’re sure if you squint, you can just about see the ocean.

How did even find this place? You ask yourself as your turn around on the spot, eyes finding something more beautiful every time you stop. There’s literally nobody around, the top of the hill is as luscious with grass and wildflowers as it the path up here. It’s perfect. It’s like something out a fairy tale.

“Baby this is......How did you know about it? I’ve never heard anyone talking about this trail”

He beams at you as he sets out not one, but two picnic blankets in the longer grass, wanting it to feel a little like you’re caged in and cosy in the longer grasses.

“Seokmin told me about it. Though when they came up here, it was just before that storm we had the other week. So they never made it to the top.”

“That’s too bad,” you look back at the view, “this view is stunning Jihoon.”

“I’m pleased you like it,” you feel his arms snake round your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you both look out into the distance, “are you hungry?”

“For what?”

He looks a little confused when you turn around with a devilish smirk on your lips, hoping he means eating something other than food.

“I brought a picnic?” he blinks at you, looking pretty puzzled.

Which puzzles you because aren’t you here to fuck?

Your stomach drops. 

Maybe you’ve misjudged this whole thing. What a fucking idiot. Of course Jihoon doesn’t want to do anything up this hill. If you can see the whole world. They can presumably see you. But they wouldn’t truly see though. But even then Jihoon would see it as too much of a risk.

But you’d been thinking about nothing else since you saw his smirk. You can’t help feeling a little disappointed, even with the world’s greatest view in every direction you look.

You could eat, you suppose. It’s just a shame it’s not him eating you.

“That sounds good.”

You try to sound upbeat but you’re aware it didn’t necessarily come out that way. You can tell from the fact that he watches you carefully, almost warily, as you sit down on the picnic blanket.

“What did you bring?” you smile, brushing off the disappointment.

You may have gotten the wrong idea but that isn’t Jihoon’s fault. And if you know him like you know you do, it won’t just be a simple picnic.

“My mom’s gimbap and all your favourite side dishes,” he rushes excitedly as he takes the containers carefully out of his bag, “and I even got those seaweed rolls you like from the fancy take out place. And then we’ve got strawberries for dessert and pink lemonade that I’ve put in the thermos thing to keep it cold..... What?” his speaking slows when he looks up at you.

He looks at you wondering why you’re grinning at him like the Cheshire cat, still getting all of his containers out of his bag.

“Nothing,” you shrug, “I’m just the luckiest woman in the world.”

“Well that’s handy,” he leans over to kiss you quickly, “because I am the luckiest man in the world.”

God you’re both sickening sweet, big smiles beaming at each other as you just sit and gaze.

You manage to pull your eyes away from each, the promise of his mom’s gimbap and your rumbling stomachs forcing your attention away from each other.

You feel like you’re in some sort of bad eighties porn film. Sat like some flustered woman whilst you watch the hot sweaty man in front of you drink lemonade, watching his throat bob and a little drip down his chin. Fuck, why does he have to be so hot all of the time? Can’t he give you some sort of reprieve and just do something disgusting every now and again, to make you feel a bit better and not feel like a dog in heat.

The food was as incredible as you thought it would be, Jihoon would never just bring a plastic wrap covered sandwich to a picnic. If he could, you’re certain he’d have hauled up a table and chairs, with some candles to complete everything. But what he had done, with the blankets and the food, and even making sure the lemonade stayed icy cold and refreshing, was perfection.

“Honey?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you go all weird before when I asked if you were hungry?” 

You pause, a strawberry midway to your mouth and eyes wide.

“I didn’t” you shake your head like that will make it in any way more convincing.

“You did. Did I not make this special enough? Did you think there was something up here?” he looks around like some sort of attraction might suddenly appear.

Your heart cracks a little. How can he think this isn’t special? Everything you do with Jihoon is special, even if you’re just sat balling socks, being with him makes it special. 

He isn’t going to let this go though. He never does. He’ll dwell on it, thinking he’s done something wrong, when in reality it’s just your horny brain and reckless thoughts.

You sigh. Wanting a big gust of wind to come and blow you off this hill.

“I thought.....earlier when you suggested all this, I thought...... I thought you wanted to have sex with me.” 

He blinks at you. Face blank. Wheels in his head turning painfully slow.

“Who else would I want to have sex with? I only want to have sex with you.” 

Those wheels may have come a grinding halt.

“I know that Jihoon. I meant........” you gesture your hands around, hoping it might get his brain working without actually having to say it.

He stares.

Then stares a little longer.

Stares even longer after that.

You feel like the world is moving in slow motion.

You can pinpoint the exact second he realises what you meant.

“HERE?!” 

He looks around like even thinking about it might make some random law enforcement officer appear, and drag you both away for daring to consider fucking in public.

“______, THIS IS A HILL!”

“I’m sorry. Are you suggesting if it were a mountain, it would be ok?”

“NO I AM NOT. YOU CAN’T..... IT’S WRONG...... IT’S AGAINST THE LAW!” he splutters, eyes wide.

He’s reacted exactly how you knew he would when he brought up why you’d been weird, like a scandalised old lady.

“Look, will you please calm down. I saw I’d gotten it wrong and it’s been so perfect, let’s not let my horny brain ruin it.”

His cheeks are flushed, his mouth opening and closing as you sheepishly go back to your strawberry, trying not to look at him.

You knew he’d be embarrassed, you didn’t think he’d be this embarrassed.

“Is it…..” you look back at him, licking the strawberry juice off your lips, not really noticing in your embarrassment that his eyes are transfixed by your mouth, “is it something you want to do? You’ve never mentioned anything about exhibitionism.”

“I’m not an exhibitionist Lee Jihoon.” You chastise him, equally as horrified as he was earlier on. “I just saw your smirk….”

“What smirk?”

“The same one you have before you’re going to do something utterly filthy. But I guess this time it didn’t mean that. You must get as excited about hills as you do about sex I guess.” You shrug, going back to your strawberries and still not noticing how he’s becoming more and more on edge as he watches you eat them.

A peaceful silence falls over you as you lay back and watch the fluffy white clouds float by, happy in the knowledge that you’ve cleared the air, you’re both on the same page.

But sadly for you, you’re not on the same page.

Jihoon has very much not forgotten what’s just happened. In fact, his brain is in overdrive.

There’s literally nobody around and it is such a lovely afternoon with the birds chirping and the sun shining. And the grass is quite long, if you heard voices there would be a suitable amount of time to cover yourselves up and stop whatever you were doing. And fuck do you look good, little shorts and his t-shirt. Simple, yes but you make anything look good. The way you were eating those strawberries, the juice droplets clinging to your lips before you licked them away, shit he wants to be the one to lick them away.

This is definitely not the reason he brought you up here and you don’t seem disappointed or pissed off that it isn’t going to happen. But would it be that big a risk?

Normally he’d spend a good couple of days thinking about the risks of anything before he does something. New coffee percolator? He printed out the results from three comparison websites so that you could both make an informed decision. When they discontinued your favourite toothpaste, he went through the fluoride levels in all of them to find one that matched your existing one. Fuck even with the tv subscription, he made sure you both watched it enough to warrant committing to an annual plan to save money, rather than the monthly subscription.

Jihoon doesn’t take risks.

But today? And what you’ve just suggested, fuck does he want to try.

His brain is very much still considering the risks, but he fears his semi hard dick in his shorts might be getting the final call in this decision.

You hear a rustling of containers, presuming Jihoon is tidying up a little before he comes to take in the clouds with you. And like clockwork, he appears at the side of you, lying on his side, head propped on his elbow and a soft smile playing on his lips.

You don’t think much of it, just smile back at him and then go back to staring at a cloud that looks a lot like Mr Pickles, your dog growing up.

“You know my pet do…. What are you doing?!” Your eyes snap to his, noting his fingers are playing with the waist band of your shorts.

“Well,” he says softly, fingers tucking under your waist band and moving slowly down to your pussy, “I was thinking, I weighed up the pros and cons,” his fingers rest on top of your panty covered heat, your breath hitching and eyes unable to leave his, “there is nobody around and it is such a pretty day.”

“You never take risks, why now?” you rush out, heart beating strongly in its cage.

“Because you mentioning it already has me hard just thinking about it,” your eyes wander down his body, landing on the tent in his shorts, your pussy clenching at the sight, “and you know I always like you in those shorts. I thought you just wore them randomly, now I know you thought I was going to fuck you up here, it makes more sense you're wearing them. Such a tease.” He presses two fingers down onto your already dripping pussy, the thrill of it making you bite your lip in the hope that would stop the moan begging to break free. 

“We just need to be quiet, can you do that baby?”

“You’re” you gulp when he starts circling your clit over your panties, “you’re the one who’s whiney, not me.”

“Can you blame me?” He mutters as he retrieves his fingers and gently pulls your hand to sit up so that he can take your t-shirt off, “you’re so perfect and you’re always so good for me. Any man would want to let you hear how good you make him feel. I’m not ashamed of that.”

Your fingers tug a little on his t-shirt, wanting to be able to see his abs shimmer in the sunlight and he wastes no time in giving you want you need. And fuck is it a sight to behold, all those hours in the gym are really paying off for him, his slightly sweaty skin glistens and arms flex every time he runs his hand through his hair, a habit you love that he does more when he’s nervous because of how biteable his arms look when they flex.

He chances one last look around before he quickly takes his shorts and boxers off and kneels on the picnic blanket, eyes eating you up even if you’ve still got your shorts and sports bra on.

“Come here,”

You don’t need telling twice, you move at the speed of light to peel your skin tights shorts off you. It’s just as you move to take your panties off that sensible Jihoon seems to resurface though.

“Wait, maybe you should keep those on?”

“You can’t be serious, babe you’re butt naked!”

“I don’t mind someone seeing me completely naked. Well. I do. But I definitely don’t want someone seeing you completely naked!”

“Maybe I want to be naked!”

“Do you?” he asks pointedly, knowing damn well you’re just being awkward.

“Well.... Not really. The option would have been nice though.”

“Do you have to do this now?”

You try to mask your smile but you can’t help it being there. It’s just the sight of him sat in the sun, in the middle of a flowery meadow with his hard dick against his stomach, it’s so bizarre it’s almost funny.

He is right though, you suppose, it’s easier to cover up what’s happening if you’re both not totally naked, so you concede to keep your panties and sports bra on and crawl over to him, a small smirk still playing on your lips at the way he stares at your tits when you’re leaned over facing him.

Jihoon is so distracted by his staring that he doesn’t notice you reaching for his dick, his breath hitches when you take him in your hand, starting to pump slowly whilst you kneel in front of him, both of you sat knee to knee in the long grasses.

“Don’t,” his breath catches in his throat when your thumb circles his tip, “do that. We haven’t got time, I’m already going against all my morals not making you cum first before I fuck you.”

“You’re such a good man,” you snicker, enjoying the way he rolls his eyes playfully even though you can tell he's caught between unbearably horny and fucking terrified you’re going to be caught.

“You won’t be mocking me when I split you open in a few seconds.”

He takes your shock as his queue to pull you more towards him, you now straddling his luscious thighs as he continues to kneel on the pink gingham picnic blanket.

“I don’t think you’ll be splitting me open,” you mumble as you leave little kisses down his neck, the mixture of sweat and his cologne creating a heady mix that makes you want him even more, “I’ve been dripping since we left the house .”

His hands grip your ass painfully hard at that admission, knowing just how much you’ve thought about his, thought about him fucking you like this, has got you so riled up makes him even more eager to risk everything.

“Is that right? You’ve wanted me to fuck you so badly your pretty pussy has been drooling just thinking about it?”

You don’t answer him, you can’t, because the second he utters his last word, his fingers move your panties to the side and he runs two of his long digits through your soaking folds.

“Fucking hell, you are wet. I didn’t know you wanted to fuck in public so badly?”

“I don’t. Or I didn’t. It’s only been on my mind today. And it’s probably not something I want to do again. But I don’t know, there’s nobody around and it’s so perfect, it just feels right.”

He pulls his head back to look at you, you can tell he’s little hurt that you’ve never told him about this. But in your defence, before today, you’d never considered fucking at the top of a hill, or anywhere outside of your home for that matter.

Unless you count Seokmin’s bathroom that one time but it was more drunken humping than actual fucking. That’s not the point. This whole thing is something you’d never even considered, let alone craved.

“Oh it definitely feels right,” he chuckles as his soaked fingers twirl around your clit, not particularly hard but just enough to get the reaction he wanted from you.

It isn’t painful necessarily, just a bit.... uncomfortable?

He watches eagerly, holding your panties to the side like the gentleman he is whilst you lift your hips, lowering yourself slowly down onto his swollen tip.

Maybe you were being cocky earlier because it turns out he is splitting you open a little. He’s big. Bigger than many would imagine for a man of his height. And normally what he said earlier is true, he does make you cum either on his fingers or his tongue before he even thinks about entering you.

He sees you wince and straight away his hands are on your hips, nimble fingers kneading your flesh to soothe you a little.

“You good? We can stop, I can ea...” 

“It’s fine,” you shake your head, wanting him inside you more than anything, “just.....play with my clit please,”

Your last words come out more as a moan with how attentive Jihoon is, he didn’t even need you to finish the sentence before he’s doing anything he can to make you more comfortable.

And fuck does it. His fingers are like a soothing balm, relaxing you a little more with how good it feels as he circles your bundle of nerves slowly, meaning you can lower yourself a little more onto his throbbing length.

You bob up and down a little, your hole adjusting to the stretch a little each time and it goes from a little too much pain to just the right amount. Your gummy walls pull him back in each time they feel like his hard length might be daring to leave your leaking cunt and eventually you find yourself completely bottomed out, thighs resting on Jihoon’s as he squeezes your ass slowly. 

It’s only now you’re sat, your boyfriend’s cock fully nestled inside you, that you realise just how perfect this whole thing really is. It’s like something from snow white, the birds are chirping like they’re singing you two your own personal soundtrack, there’s occasionally a gentle breeze that cuts through the afternoon sun and the colour of the wildflowers seems even more vivid now you’re where you wanted to be all day.

“I love that you’re at one with nature baby but I swear to fucking god if you don’t start moving soon, I might actually start crying.”

You’d almost forgotten what you’d mounted him to do.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, giving him a quick kiss before you start to circle your hips.

You both moan at that first movement before giggling to each other that in your quest to be quiet, you’ve both fucked it up immediately.

His hands are on your ass grinding you on his dick, the feeling of him stroking along your walls is perfect, it’s like you can feel every vein and ridge on his cock as you slowly move along his length.

Your foreheads come to rest on each other, goofy smiles being exchanged as you speed up a little more. Your soaked cunt needing him like the rest of your body needs oxygen. He’s so deep in you, you’re sure his tip is nudging your cervix every time you grind down onto him.

You hold each other close, your arms around his neck, playing with his hair, sweaty foreheads still conjoined as your ride him, your aching cunt moulding itself to shape of his throbbing length each time you move your hips.

“You’re so perfect, you’ve never looked prettier honey,”

“What? All sweaty?” you snicker, hips grinding down onto him again and again, your clit bumping his little patch of hair above his cock every time you do, making your head spin and pussy clench.

“No,” he squeezes your ass, “well, I mean yeah we’re both sweaty. But in this light, nothing around us but nature, you look even more like a goddess than normal,”

Your heart clenches almost as hard as your pussy. He is so good with words, never once in your whole relationship have you had to question how much he loves you. He’s always shown you, told you, how much he loves you. Your friends always call him a simp or down bad but he doesn’t care, as long as he knows you know that he loves you, he’d take their name calling any day of the week.

And the feeling is mutual. You’d been called clingy in the past by your exes but with Jihoon, he gets positively pouty if you’re not draped over him while he’s cooking or not begging him to come to the store with you because you can’t bare to not have him with you.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect. Almost as perfect as the way your whole body alightens every time you drag your leaking hole along his hard cock.

“You,” you gulp, trying to suppress a moan when his tip hits you just right deep inside you, “you look perfect too. I felt like I was watching some erotic film earlier when you were drinking.” 

“Is that right?” his eyes sparkle at your admission.

“Hm-mm,” you hum, kissing his smiling lips quickly as you keep grinding in his lap, “you looked so pretty. So handsome.”

Your grinding speeds up, the way he drags along your walls and your clit kisses just above his dick every time just makes you more and more needy. You wish you’d had the forethought to set your phone to record this, the way the sun glistens on you both, blue skies and green grass both shining, you’re certain it’d be something you’d watch again and again on nights when he’s working away.

“You close?”

He knows you are, he can feel your cunt fluttering around him and knows it won’t take long until you come undone all over him.

Jihoon isn’t faring much better either, the way your ass feels in his hands and the thrill that someone might see such a beautiful woman riding him in this seemingly perfect setting, makes him feel like the luckiest man in the world. To hold you close like this, to feel your heart beating in time with his as your pussy sucks him back in like your life depends on it, proves he's the luckiest man in the world.

“So close,” you whisper, eyes never leaving his as your hips speed up just a little more, your pussy clenching even more when he squeezes your ass a little harder.

One. Two more quick swishes of your hips and you feel a wave of ecstasy wash over you, your body now matching the heat of the sun baring down on you. You hold Jihoon close, tugging a little on his hair as he keeps guiding your movements with his hands on your ass. With him still grinding you down onto dick, he helps you ride out your high, your body tingling as you feel his tip hit your g-spot deliciously again and again.

Just as you’re coming down, you feel him hold you down hard on his length as his body vibrates underneath you, his face buried in your neck as he tries his hardest not to moan and groan at how incredible it feels to fill you up. The last shocks of your orgasm are finished off perfectly when you feel his warm spurting deep inside you, his perfect release making this whole thing even hotter. Both literally and figuratively.

Your breathing is heavy, wrapped up in each other even though it’s sticky and sweaty. But you don’t care. Your only care is how euphoric it feels to be so close to each other in this idyllic setting, with the love of your life. You swear even the birds are singing an even more cheerful tune because even they know how much you to love each other, and how fucking incredible that feels.

“SHIT!”

He jumps, holding you closer to him.

“What?!” you try to turn around to see where his panic is coming from.

“Don’t make any sudden movements. It might charge.”

And when you do glance round. Your heart stops.

It’s beautiful. A light brown deer with chestnut brown spots on its head, staring at you from the stone that marks the top of the hill.

What a dufus.

“Babe it’s just grazing. It won’t hurt us,”

“One fuck in nature and suddenly you’re an expert?”

“I’ve seen Bambi,” you say knowledgeably, nodding your head and joining in his giggling.

“Well then, I bow to infinite wisdom,”  he bows his head, kissing your fabric covered breast softly.

“Shall we get cleaned up? It’s getting pretty late and it’s a long walk back down.”

“Just a few more minutes, let’s just stay like this for a while?” he holds you impossibly closer.

“You think it’s worth the risk?” you challenge, kissing the tip of his nose as he snuggles into you, his now soft length still nestled deep inside you.

“For you? I’d risk it all.”

[milk-moonbunnies]

Gimme More [perv! Woozi x reader]

synopsis: cont. of perv! woozi here

[requested]

warnings: mdni, 18+, slight somno, dirty talk, slight praise, slight begging?, multiple orgasm, fingering, oral (f rec.), perv! woozi, delusional! woozi, lovesick! woozi, cumming in pants, possessive! woozi, sugar daddy! jihoon, etc.

wc: 1.2k+

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE ‘KEEP READING’ TAG]

When Jihoon's hand glides up to your inner thigh, you're still asleep.

He feels the soft expanse of your calf to your knee, the warmth increasing the higher he reaches, and the entire time he keeps his eyes on your sleeping face. He watches every expression, waiting for the one that would tell him you've woken up, but he abandons the idea entirely when his fingertips brush along the panties that barely cover your sweet pussy from his greedy eyes. He feels how damp the fabric is, and his eyes zero in on your cunt.

His lovesick grin grows, and his warped idea that you want him just as much as he wants you amplifies. His touch becomes more confident as he cups your drooling cunt over your panties, his fingers dipping between your puffy folds to play with your sensitive clit.

You confirm his delusions when your thighs spread instinctively, giving him more space to rub sloppy hearts into your little nub as you shift against his couch in his studio.

He doesn't see the way your eyebrows furrow in your sleep; instead, he focuses on the way your panties get wetter. Your sweet slick coating the fabric in waves as his fingers flick over your clit, making your hips twitch and forcing his other hand to press on your lower back to keep you in place.

"So pretty, just wet and wanting even in your sleep." He murmurs, and your clit pulses against his finger tips, the fabric of your panties bunching to give friction to the little nub as he works you over with firm strokes. Your mouth opens with whimpers, your eyebrows furrowing more as he continues to play with you like you were his personal toy.

He continues to murmur praise, his mouth salivating, watching the way your pussy flutters each time he completes a sloppy heart on your clit until you're waking up confused with a curling heat swirling in your lower stomach. "Ji- oh fuck," you gasp, feeling his fingers pinch just in time for you to see white.

Your toes curl, your hips buck, and Jihoon plays with you throughout your orgasm until your panties are ruined and your thighs tremble in the aftershocks. You can barely process what happened before he's flipping you around onto your back, stripping you of your panties, and pocketing them as he pushes one of your knees up to your chest, exposing your glittering, wet cunt shamelessly.

"Look at that, you made a mess." He coos, and your face flushes as he meets your eyes with his dark ones. His pupils are blown, his tongue licking his lips wet as he kneels on the ground before your spread legs. "I think I need to clean it up. What do you think, pretty girl?" His mouth pants warm over your tingling cunt, and your mind reels at his words.

He had always had better restraint, paying you to be more of a friend and not … this. You had seen the way he looked at you sometimes, but he always kept his hands to himself, not that you wouldn't mind if he crossed the lines he had put in place. But this, you didn't expect this. His eyes stared at you as if you were to deny him, it would physically hurt him. His fingers dimpling the fat of your thighs as he watched the remnants of your first orgasm seep over your puffy folds like the highest temptation.

"Tell me you want this, pretty girl."

His eyes flicked up to you, and his grip on your thighs got stronger, and you knew there would be finger-shaped bruises to find later. "I-" your words were caught in your throat. You weren't given time to process whether this was business or personal, if it was a fleeting moment or something more, but your hand reached out for him regardless, and he took it as enough of an answer before he dipped his head down.

Your fingers find his hair the moment his tongue flattens over your wet cunt, lapping up your slit with a low groan as your honeyed slick coats his taste buds heavily. And he holds your thighs apart, his thumbs parting your swollen folds to keep you open as he gets lost in the taste of you bubbling across his thick tongue, slurping you down his throat like a man starved.

You can only take what he gave you, your breath coming out in pants between whines as he swirled his tongue around your clit before plunging into your fluttering hole, stretching you open over the wet muscle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy. You were exactly how he imagined, better even, sweet and addictive as he buried his face deeper between your plush thighs.

His nose rubbed along your pulsing clit while his jaw slacked open wider to make out with your weeping cunt. His tongue laved over your swollen folds, his groans vibrating against your mound until you felt it down in your toes. And you could already feel the familiar knot in your stomach twist as your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer to your sweet pussy, making both of you moan in unison.

Jihoon's arms curled under your legs, draping them over his shoulders as you squeezed your thighs around his head. His tongue curled deeper inside, dragging over a sweet spot that had you arching in response and your head falling back as you gasped. You didn't even know Jihoon's mind was spinning, all of the blood rushing south to his cock, making him deliriously hard as you practically suffocated him between your thighs. It only made him groan louder, his hips rutting against the couch as he lapped, slurped, and kissed your cunt with earnest.

He could feel you were close, your gummy walls sucking on his tongue as he swirled the wet muscle around your velvety walls, pussydrunk and hungry. Your thighs shook against his ears, your fingers tugged on his hair like you were trying to get him off of you, but he wasn't having any of it. His arms locked you to his face, his cock twitching enthusiastically as you cried out his name for mercy.

When you cum the second time, it's hot and wet, and your mouth drops in a silent scream. You gush onto his waiting mouth, coating his tongue, his throat, his lips, and his jaw with your sweet slick as he fucks you through it. He never once lets go of your legs, keeping you from running from his mouth as he laps your cunt, addicted. And when he's truly satisfied in the way your hips twitch each time his tongue flicks over your clit, he finally leans back onto his knees.

He looks exactly how you feel, fucked out. His eyes are swirling with hearts, his lips are puffy, his jaw aches, and his face gleams slicked with your arousal. He looks at you as his tongue licks whatever it can reach on his face, his chest panting as he gives you a lovesick grin.

Your pussy flutters at the smile, your own breath coming up short as you realize there is a small wet patch blooming on his jeans.

Now that Jihoon has crossed his own drawn-out line, there is no turning back for him. You were his now, and if he had to give you his black card to prove it to you, he would. Everything would be yours regardless, but now he expects your full attention. He doesn't share his toys.

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[ashlinxloves]

—Duality—

Pairing: Boyfriend!Kwon Soonyoung x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, cuteness aggression, needy!Hoshi, Hoshi proves he's not just cute, dirty talk, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, pussydrunk!Hoshi, creampie, semi-rough sex(?).

A/N: I sometimes forget the duality Hoshi has from cute to fucking HOT, it drives me insane lmfao he's just so squishable and then BOOM it explodes all over me. Anyway, as always this is a work of fiction and I do not depict the idols like this in real life!! Enjoy :]

Word count: 1.8k (This was lowkey a little rushed, sigh 😔🙏)

Dividers from: @cafekitsune & @cursed-carmine

You’d always seen your boyfriend as a sweet, caring person. Soonyoung was just… like that. There were moments where he acted hot, and it got you going, but in the end, you’d end up just getting cuteness aggression.

The two of you hadn’t been dating long — about seven months into your relationship, and you were taking it slow – usually soft kisses and cuddling. Lately, though, the two of you had been going a teensy bit further. Gentle, sensual kisses turned into heavy makeout sessions that left you breathless and aching for more than just dry humping.

Soonyoung held back, as he wanted to ease you into the relationship with a person like him. Even though you knew what you were getting into, he still felt bad that he couldn’t take you out on proper dates out in the city without being spotted. He wanted to show you off, show how pretty his girl was to the world. But you were fine with hanging around in your apartment, spending time with him when you could.

“Jagiyaa? Are you home?” He called out for you when he entered your apartment. He closed the front door behind him before taking off his shoes and coat. He had just come home to see you after getting off from the studio early.

He looked all over the apartment and couldn’t find you, until he saw a sticky note stuck to the fridge door.

‘I’ll be back in a few minutes, I’m at the convenience store getting some ramyeon :)) xo’

Soonyoung read the note and hummed before heading towards the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. He then returned to the living room to wait for you, your cat meowing softly at him. 

He picked her up right as the front door opened to reveal you holding a plastic bag with the promised ramyeon from your note. Your boyfriend’s expression brightened at the sight of you as he continued petting your cat gently.

“You’re home early,” you greeted him with a smile. You had expected him to arrive early. “I got some food, and there’s some leftover kimchi that Mrs Cha decided to give me.”

At the mention of kimchi, Soonyoung got up from the couch, still coddling your cat, and beelined towards the fridge. “Hell yes, this’ll be perfect with the ramyeon. Don’t you think so too, Sooni-ah?” He murmured to the cat, and in return, she meowed softly, nuzzling into his chest.

The sight made you want to squish your boyfriend’s cheeks and kiss him all over. Soonyoung noticed you staring and blinked in slight confusion. 

“Nothing, nothing. You just look so cute right now.” You giggled and shook your head as he hummed. 

“Do I always have to be cute in your eyes?” He murmured, causing you to pause, and it was your turn to look at him with confusion. You wondered what he meant by that.

“I mean– I always seem to look like.. I don’t know. A cute, sweet boyfriend in your eyes.”

“Because you are a sweet boyfriend, Hosh,” you replied softly, walking over to him. “And I like that about you, you know that, right?” 

“I know, I know—I just… I feel like I can show you that I can be more than just cute, and stuff...” He trailed off as you caressed his cheek. He placed Sooni down and let her wander away before leaning into your hand.

You never thought Soonyoung had a problem with proving himself to you. You’d seen the photoshoot posts, and you’d seen him wander half-naked around your apartment once or twice, but you never pushed him into doing anything more than the two of you weren’t ready for.

But he was ready for more. He just wasn't sure how to show you without spooking you in any way. So he waited. But he could only wait so long, and he had needs that only you could fulfil.

“I need you...” Soonyoung mumbled, moving your other hand downward, towards where he needed you the most. Reaching his crotch, you could feel the bulge he was supporting in his sweatpants. “I need you. Like real bad, baby.”

Oh. Oh.

That pleading look on his face was not what you expected, but you were already nodding, bringing him close and pressing your lips against his. At that point, you had totally forgotten about the ramyeon; your only focus was on Soonyoung and giving him what he needed. 

“The couch, baby..” He murmured out between kisses, pushing you towards it until the two of you stumbled over it. Moving over to settle between your legs, Soonyoung broke the kiss and focused on your neck and collarbones, his hands moving under your T-shirt and to the clasp of your bra. 

You moaned out Soonyoung’s name, causing him to groan at the sweet sound of your breathy voice. “Mmn– I know, I know, I’m getting there..”

He grumbled against the slope of your neck, pushing your top up and discarding it along with your bra onto the floor. 

As his mouth latched on immediately to one of your nipples, your hands flew to your boyfriend’s hair as your back arched, pushing your breasts closer to him.

Soonyoung kept switching between your breasts, making sure neither felt left out, until you were writhing underneath him and bucking your hips. He moved one of his hands, pressing your abdomen down as you continued to wriggle gently.

“Fuck, I might just bust a nut like this… I need to be inside you so bad.” He tugged your shorts down, sliding them down with one swift move, revealing your wet cunt to him. Your boyfriend groaned at the sight, his eyes trained on your glistening folds before tugging his sweats down to his thighs to reveal his cock.

It was your turn to moan, the sight of Soonyoung’s dick making you swallow thickly. He was girthy and had a pretty pink tip. It was already covered in precum.

He gently slapped his length against your pussy lips, then started rubbing back and forth to coat himself with your slick, his tip nudging against your pudgy clit. Once he was satisfied, he teased his blunt cockhead against your entrance, a soft whimper coming out of him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. I’m gonna finally fuck my pretty girl—ngh—” Soonyoung moaned as he entered your heat, your walls sucking him in snugly until he bottomed out. You could only let out a breathless whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

Soonyoung was on cloud nine; he wasn’t able to comprehend the fact that he was inside your pussy, his tip kissing your cervix. Before he could realise, he started thrusting slowly yet deeply, letting you feel every inch of his desperate dick.

“Feel that, baby? Feel how deep my cock is inside you?” He grunted and noticed the small belly bump with each pump of his length, realising how deeply he was fucking you. He brushed his fingers along the bump, and a low groan left his throat. 

You could only nod, your mouth occupied with moaning his name to form a coherent sentence. Your heels dug into his lower back as you wrapped your legs around his waist and trapped him against you. He continued pounding into your wet heat, the squelching noise of your cunt causing your ears to flush a bright red.

You couldn’t deny that having his cock inside you was addicting, finally getting a taste of the Soonyoung you’d been silently yearning for. You didn’t want to admit it to him out loud since you’ve always seen him as adorkable most of the time, but you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together every time he did something remotely hot.

Your hole continued to flutter around him as he shivered from the amount of pleasure you were providing. “S’good to me… Fuck—” He drawled out, his pace hastening as he felt his first orgasm brinking closer and closer. He moved one of his hands down between the two of you, finding your clit with ease and rubbed the bundle of nerves until you were writhing underneath him and coming on his cock.

“Soonyoung-ah— I– I'm gonna—” you choked out a keen whine as your cunt gushed around his thick shaft. He groaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your pussy squeezed him like a vice, milking him for all he was worth.

“Gonna cum, baby. Can I cum inside?” He slurred as he drew out your orgasm. You nodded frantically, wanting to feel what it was like to be full of your boyfriend’s cum for the first time. When he got the green light, he continued his quickened pace until he couldn't hold back anymore. Soonyoung cried out pathetically as he came in hot spurts, filling you up with thick white cum.

When he recovered from his high (which was quite fast, faster than you anticipated), he pressed kisses all over your glistening skin. He pulled out with a soft hiss, leaving you full of your mixed juices. He looked down at the mess he had made, licking his lips before diving down, causing you to squeal.

“S–Soonyoung, wait—”

“I can't wait, wanna eat your cute pussy out, baby.. Come on, please?” He pleaded, pouting at you as you felt your gut twist and heat up with need, his cute expression making your inhibitions melt.

As he thanked you over and over, Soonyoung leaned down to kiss your inner thighs before he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit, looking up at your face to coax out a reaction. 

Not that he needed any confirmation from the way your legs were trembling in his grasp, the way your breath hitched when he nosed your sensitive nub or when he delved his tongue into your cum-filled hole. Soonyoung ate you out like a man starved, his lips and chin coated in your releases as he “cleaned you up”, as he would mutter against your cunt when you complained.

He had you coming around his tongue three times before you finally couldn’t take it anymore, pushing his head away with a whine. “Hoshi– I can’t—”

“Come on, baby, just one more time— one more time, and I’ll stop,” he pleaded, but you were truly overstimulated and couldn’t handle any more of his tongue. Soonyoung looked so drunk on you—and he absolutely was. He was drunk off of your sweet pussy, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

He let you recover for once, deciding to give you a couple of minutes. Your boyfriend looked at you needily, rubbing your inner thighs soothingly as your eyes fluttered open.

“Can we please go at least one more time? I promise I’ll be gentle.”

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[woozivrsefactry]

winter warmings (part 1 - woozi drabble series)

tw - con somno

The chill of winter mornings was something you’d once dreaded—until Jihoon. Now, you found yourself eagerly awaiting the crisp air and frosty windows, for winter brought with it certain… privileges.

You stirred faintly in bed, still cocooned in the comforting warmth of the thick blankets. The room beyond your sanctuary was undoubtedly freezing, but you hardly noticed it anymore. You were too used to waking up to something much more distracting. Your eyes remained closed, your body half-lost in the haze of sleep, but there it was—that familiar sensation that sent tingles dancing up your spine. A soft, wet warmth teasing between your thighs.

Your breath hitched as you became more aware of the gentle, deliberate movements under the blanket. Jihoon’s mouth—hot, eager, and relentless—was already buried between your legs, his tongue lapping at your cunt with the kind of devotion that made you weak every time. It was slow at first, calculated, as though he wanted to give you a moment to catch up to what was happening, to wake up just enough to savor it.

You let out a small moan, your hips shifting instinctively toward his mouth, but Jihoon didn’t stop. He never did. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding you open for him as his tongue worked deeper, drawing circles and flicks that had you gasping and clenching the sheets in your fists.

“Jihoon,” you murmured, your voice husky and laced with sleep as your hand slid under the blanket, your fingers tangling in his hair. You weren’t scolding him—far from it. If anything, you sounded grateful.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending sparks shooting through your core. Slowly, he pulled back, just enough to speak, his lips brushing your sensitive skin as he whispered with that maddening calmness, “My tongue felt cold.”

You laughed breathlessly, though the sound was cut off by a sharp gasp as his mouth returned to its work without hesitation. His excuse was so utterly Jihoon—blunt, confident, and laced with just enough teasing to make you melt. It wasn’t the first time he’d used it, and you doubted it would be the last.

“You—” you tried to say, but your words dissolved into a moan as his tongue found that perfect spot, before his lips sealed around your clitoris to suck gently. He always knew exactly what to do, exactly how to unravel you, and winter mornings had become his favorite time to remind you of that.

Jihoon’s pace quickened as your body responded, your thighs trembling slightly under his hold. He could feel it—the way you were completely at his mercy now—and it only seemed to spur him on. You tugged at his hair, your breaths coming faster, and he groaned softly against you, his tongue and lips working in tandem to drive you to the edge.

The orgasm crept up on you like the morning light filtering through the curtains, sudden and all-encompassing. Your back arched, your hips bucked against his mouth, and you cried out his name, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Jihoon didn’t stop, his movements slowing only once he was sure he’d wrung every last wave of pleasure from you.

He finally emerged from under the blanket, his hair mussed and his lips glistening as he licked your juices off his lips. The smug, satisfied grin on his face made your heart flutter—and maybe your irritation spark just a little.

“Cold tongue, huh?” you teased, your voice still shaky as you tried to catch your breath.

Jihoon smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It worked, didn’t it?” he said simply, as though he’d just made the most logical argument in the world.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, pulling him down beside you under the blanket. He let you wrap yourself around him, your legs tangling together as his body heat seeped into yours.

“And you love it,” he replied, his voice soft, almost smug, as his arms encircled your waist.

You didn’t bother denying it. After all, it was true—winter mornings had never been better.

[vernonverse]

📲 #whoremebers | soonyoung x f!reader x jihoon

{ 💬⠀} You as their girlfriend reacting to HOSHIxWOOZI.

ⓘ content info: paring. soonyoung x f!reader x jihoon. genre | tags. smau, oneshot, idol!au, poly, fluff, humor/comedy. warnings. fluffy fluff, polyamorous, suggestive, swearing. requested: yes/NO.

ʚ A/N: In my head, this was better than it actually turned out 🥴 BUT I still hope you like it anyway!

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[xinganhao]

🥊 older brother!soonyoung vs. boyfriend!jihoon.

@choco-scoups -> "what do we think about brother's best friend jihoon, but your brother is soonyoung"

ⓘ cussing, good-natured sibling bickering, suggestive joke. headcanons under the cut.

🥊 jihoon's notes on surviving the kwon siblings .ᐟ

The Kwon siblings are sulky as hell. Jihoon had thought that Soonyoung was the king of brooding, but then he met you. If he weren't dating you, he might even be impressed. As it is, though, he can only focus on managing the two of you's moods. Sure, Jihoon is a little biased. He thinks you're cute when you get all pouty; it makes him want to pinch your cheeks and hold you until that frown is gone from your face. When it's Soonyoung, though, he's a lot more exasperated. "You're a grown man, Soon. Get over it," he might grouse— right before turning to a sullen you and asking if you want a kiss.

The Kwon siblings bicker. A lot. Jihoon doesn't have any brothers or sisters of his own, so he spent quite a bit of time worrying if the two of you were normal. He quickly learned that most siblings tend to butt heads, though you and Soonyoung tended to be a little more... over the top than the average pair. One too many times, Jihoon has been caught in between the two of you's screaming matches. His three-step plan to coming out unscathed is to 1) not take sides, 2) only step in if/when physical altercation occurs, and 3) try not to insult either of you. Even if he is inclined to believe that you're right, more often than not.

The Kwon siblings can be clingy. Before he was your boyfriend, Jihoon was Soonyoung's best friend. And so Jihoon had grown used to Soonyoung's insistences for meals out, Soonyoung's need to be responded to lest he thinks it's the end of the world. When it turned out that you were more or less similar, Jihoon could only shake his head and sigh to himself. He should have known what he was getting into. Really, Jihoon has the patience of a saint in balancing your overthinking and Soonyoung's peskiness. It's a whole love language, and Jihoon is fluent.

Soonyoung loves you. It's not something he says often. Call it the tendency of brothers to brush off emotion or downplay their own sentiments. But Soonyoung loves you in a ride-or-die kind of way, in an if-anything-happens-to-you-I-don't-know-what-I'd-do kind of way. Jihoon knows this. He knows it well. When you and Jihoon had started dating, Soonyoung had been fully supportive. He made a couple of 'jabs' here and there— "If you break their heart, I'll never forgive you!"— but Jihoon knew from the look in his best friend's eye, the set in Soonyoung's jaw, that it wasn't that much of a joke. Jihoon knows that Soonyoung trusting him with you is no small thing. He makes sure not to take it for granted.

You love Jihoon. You love Soonyoung. You would never— not in a million lifetimes— choose Jihoon over Soonyoung. Even though you've threatened bodily harm on Soonyoung more times than can be counted; even though Jihoon is everything that you could want and more. Blood runs thicker than water. Jihoon knows that, too. That's why he never makes you choose. He's content to share the spot of 'favorite person' with your brother, the same way that there's no one else in the world that he trusts more than you two.

+ When the three of you are able to get it together long enough to go somewhere without gauging each other's eyes out, it's those moments that Jihoon secretly adores the most. He sometimes falls quiet, letting you and Kwon fill the conversation at the table, and he thinks of the time you forced him to watch that one Disney movie. Looks like the princess was right; Jihoon is spoken for. Everyone he's ever loved is here, within these walls, at this table, and he couldn't be more happy about it.

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[woncheolisms]

fantasies. (lee jihoon x fem!reader)

summary: jihoon’s studio has been a strictly professional workspace for him. until today.

word count: 2867

warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex, porn with minimal plot, rough sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, choking, hair pulling

a/n: this is my first svt fic, and i wrote it as a gift for a friend. be kind pls :’)

Lee Jihoon was not an easy person to decipher.

It was difficult to get into his head. He operated on a plane separate from everyone around him. It was hard to gauge his reactions or predict how he would respond to something you do. Early into your relationship, you used to fret and overthink about this constantly, wondering what to do to show affection to him (physical touch wasn’t exactly his first choice). You would very easily cave and just call Soonyoung for advice, which would always be some form of reassurance and telling you not to worry.

If it’s you, he’ll love anything. He would say, sounding so confident that it boosted your convictions as well. After all, if anyone knew Jihoon, it was Soonyoung. But after nearly a year of dating, you grew fairly confident in your relationship. Jihoon was quiet, but he felt everything intensely, often much more than anyone else. He needed love just as much as the next person, and you were there to give it to him in spades.

Now though, you could feel that same worry creep up on you again, from the time when everything was new and you were still figuring Jihoon out. Nowadays, you were more confident in your gestures, but this…. you had no clue what to expect. You half imagined him to be disgusted, half annoyed at the suggestion, but dear god, you had to try. You had been mulling over this fantasy for so long. The worst that could happen was you apologizing profusely, him breaking up with you, you changing your identity and moving to another country.

Okay so maybe you were being a bit dramatic.

You watched the back muscles shift under your boyfriend’s shirt as he tinkered with the complex board of controls in front of him. His headphones were soundproof, you knew this, and his body formed a broad silhouette under the harsh glare of the three huge screens in front of him. You were lazing on the couch behind him, fiddling with your phone, scrolling a bit and then getting lost in thought again while staring at him work. You knew being in the studio with him was dangerous, considering how attractive you found him like this. Relaxed but laser focused, that brilliant mind of his moving a thousand miles a minute to come up with whatever new masterpiece he was constructing. Occasionally, he would hum under his breath, smooth and clear, and your attention would land on the back of his head again, long black tresses pushed away from his face by the headphones, just brushing his shoulders.

Something in your core throbbed. You contemplated - again - bringing up your little fantasy in front of him. Again, you felt apprehension zip through you.

Jihoon was passionate. He was an attentive and giving lover. So far, there was nothing he wasn’t open to trying. But this was different. This was his space, an almost sacred one at that. How would he react when you told him you wanted him to bend you over his setup and rearrange your insides while the keys dug into your skin?

You shook your head and sighed, almost involuntarily clenching your thighs. You had chickened out on telling him about this for months. Months. It was almost eating at you, and with how consumed he was in his work as of late, you barely had any alone time with him at home. Showing up to the studio was the next best option. Jihoon had warned you that he would be busy and couldn’t exactly talk, but you had been more than happy to just lounge around, occasionally be his soundboard and just exist in the same space as him. You were mildly regretting the decision now though. With how starved you’ve been for him lately, your mind was running wild, and the thought of desecrating this place with him, of tainting it with your presence forever so he would think only of you as he worked, the image of the two of you moving, writhing, moaning….

“Jihoon?” He couldn’t hear you, obviously, and you stood up to move closer to him, legs almost shaky, eyelids blinking a little too fast. You gently lay a hand on his shoulder so as to not startle him, but he still stiffened, pulling the headphones off quickly to turn and look up at you. You could hear faint music bleeding through the earpieces, watching him squeeze his eyes shut once and open them again, trying to adjust to the lack of light as he turned away from the screens. He gave you a small smile, reaching for your hand and running a thumb over the back of your hand. Even that subtle touch seemed to set your skin on fire. You fought to focus.

“Everything okay?”

You hummed noncommittally, leaning against the desk. Jihoon pressed a few buttons and the music stopped, swiveling in his chair to give you his full attention. One look at your freaked out expression and his eyebrows were furrowing, lips forming a thin line.

“What is it?” His voice was lower.

You let out a breath, almost a mirthless laugh. “It’s- sorry, it’s not a bad thing, so don’t worry. But there’s this thing I’ve been wondering about a lot….”

Ah, fuck. You shouldn’t have brought this up. Immediate regret. But you couldn’t chicken out now. He wouldn’t let it go until you told him. And there’s no way you could lie. He was too perceptive for that. And he hated being lied to.

“Have you ever thought of…. having sex here?”

Jihoon blinked, expression blank. “Here?”

You nodded shakily. It seemed all other words just chose to die in your mouth then, because you didn’t say anything more, even when Jihoon kept looking at you expectantly. He then looked around the room, contemplating, and you felt his eyes linger on the couch.

“Uh, n-no.” You knew where this was heading. Your face felt hot. You really would have to spell it out. “I meant here.”

You gestured lamely at the desk, letting your hand fall back to your side as you begged the ground to swallow you whole. You watched as it dawned on him, realization flooding his face.

“Oh. Here.”

Had you not been freaking out, you would have noticed the way his voice had dropped a few octaves, gotten just a bit breathier, or how his left hand gripped the arm of his chair just a bit harder.

“It’s- we don’t have to!” You looked everywhere but him. “I know this is a bit out of the blue and we don’t really do it anywhere except home so this is unexpected. Bonkers, really-” Your voice died when Jihoon slowly started standing up. His chest rose as he breathed deep, running one hand through his hair. He hummed a bit, and you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out what was going on in his head. Same old Jihoon. Expressionless, quiet. So fucking hot.

He placed his hands on the edge of the desk, on either side of your hips, leaning close to you. You froze, stiff as a board as his lips met the shell of your ear.

“Right now?”

The feeling of his breath on your skin sent a shudder down your spine, and you clenched desperately, failing to alleviate the pressure between your thighs. A mild form of relief flooded through you as well. And as his hand brushed over your side, crowding your space even more, lips still brushing over your neck, you felt how hard he was against your leg, and you had to bite your lip to stop from moaning out loud. He wanted this. Just as much as you. Something in your chest swelled, wondering how bad he wanted this, but it was dismissed quickly as you felt your confidence grow a bit.

“Yes. Right now. Been so long, Jihoonie. I miss you.” You cooed in his ear, pushing our leg a bit to dig into his crotch, making him hiss and sigh.

“Dirty girl.” His voice was so low, and your eyes nearly rolled up in your head at the sound. At his words. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

This was rare. Jihoon being playful, Jihoon engaging so early on in dirty talk. He usually built up to moments like this, and only verbalized at the very height of passion. You caught a glimpse of his ears, so flushed they were nearly maroon, and his hairline, slightly shiny with a very thin layer of sweat already building up, and you felt almost giddy. He was unraveling already. This was driving him crazy. You brushed your cheek against his.

“How long have you?” You shot back, validation making you bolder than you usually were.

You felt his chest shudder where it was pressed to yours, and not even a moment later, his lips were meeting yours in a bruising kiss, nearly knocking the air out of you, keeling back at the force of it but returning it not even a second later with equal fervor. Your hands flew up into his hair, obsessed with how soft it was between your fingers, and you rounded them into fists, tugging slightly. His groan was deep and reverberating, large hand gripping hard at your thigh and pulling it up to wrap around his waist. It gave him perfect leverage to grind smoothly against you, and you realize with glee that there would be nothing soft or slow about this. This was fueled by fire, you had goaded him, and he would make sure you knew what that would land you into.

As quickly as the kiss had started, it was ending already, before Jihoon pulled back enough to spin you around, your hips digging into the edge of the table. You blinked a few times, disoriented, before a pressure between your shoulder blades was pushing you forward, bending you over, and you felt the dig of the cold surface over your clothed torso. Weight on your back pressed you down even more, Jihoon’s erection digging insistently into your ass, his lips at your ear once more.

“Like this?” It was a rhetorical question, obviously. But it proved more how badly this was affecting him. He was not one to babble unnecessarily. But here he was, indulging you, indulging himself. A hand snaked between your thighs, pressing harshly into your clothed cunt, and your gasp was immediate.

“Yes.” You replied anyway, feeling mouthier than usual as well. “Please, don’t tease. I can’t-”

Coherent thought flew out the window when you felt him tug your pants and panties off in one go, realizing he was just as impatient right now. There was a rustling of clothes and then something hard was pressing at your entrance, Jihoon’s weight settling on you again, hands gripping at your ass tightly. Your eyes nearly rolled up as he pushed inside, the stretch of it slightly stinging. No prep, which was also not like Jihoon at all. He always loved taking his time with you.

How long had he been wound up like this? Obviously his schedule was taking a toll on him too, and maybe you were the one who broke the dam. Maybe this fantasy, taboo, thrilling, hot as all hell, was going to be his undoing as well as yours.

His groan was breathy and shaky, and you heard him swear quietly, but you were more focused on how your legs were already giving out, grateful for the desk, for his grip on your hips holding you in place. You clenched desperately around him and he gave you a warning squeeze.

“You wanted this, baby. Don’t make me bust too quickly.”

God, that was so hot. The thought that he was fraying around the edges already. You hadn’t even started. Jihoon chose that moment to rectify that last bit, pulling out just enough to leave the tip inside before he was thrusting back in, hard, hard enough to jolt you up on the desk, to make the edge dig into your hips and thighs, to make your hands scramble to find purchase before he set a rough pace.

Your mouth dropped open and you finally moaned freely, unable to hold back at the delicious feeling of his cock hammering inside you, angled just perfectly against the one spot you needed him the most. He didn’t beat around the bush, choosing to stimulate you hard and fast, sending stars shooting into your eyes as you felt your breath struggle to leave your lungs. Your hands couldn’t find a good grip, slipping over the keys and buttons, trying to settle anywhere, to keep up with Jihoon’s brutal ministrations. You could already feel the tightening at the base of your stomach, and you almost couldn’t believe how quickly you were coming towards the end.

“Jihoonie, I’m- I can’t-”

“Do it.” His voice was strangled, his weight draped on you, making it difficult to breathe as his muscles shifted and moved against your back, holding you in place to do with your body as he pleased. You felt like you were on fire, enveloped in his touch and his scent, his hair brushing over your cheek where your head was turned to the side, and you didn’t waste a moment more in letting the feeling take over, washing you like a tidal wave, twitching and gasping as you rode out the orgasm. He didn’t stop for one second, prolonging your high with the constant stimulation, and when you finally went limp, he snaked a hand round your waist, pulling you up until you were nearly standing.

Your legs had given out on you, but you didn’t need them. Strong arms held you up with almost no effort, and the shift in angle pressed Jihoon’s cock harshly into you, making you cry out. His hand reached up until it was gripping your jaw, tilting your head back until your vision was filled with the image of the dark ceiling. Teeth nipped at your earlobe, before his hand was tilting your head to the side and his lips were meeting your cheek. It was tender almost, a respite in between your harsh fucking, a peek at the usual Jihoon, before he was grinding hard and slow into you. You felt your toes curl.

He started moving again, shallow but fast, and his grip tightened just slightly around your throat, you felt a tear slide down your cheek, and you felt his tongue lap it up from behind you. When his other hand slid between your legs, pressing into your clit, you nearly sobbed. Instinctively, you gripped the wrist of the hand playing with your clit, overstimulation making you clench harder around him until he groaned deeply again.

“One more. Give me one more, baby.”

And you couldn’t say no. Not when he sounded like that, like he needed this more than anything else in the world, not when his cock was still plowing into you, now rushed and frantic, chasing his own release, and not when his skilled fingers coaxed you closer and closer to the edge. You came again with a broken sob, vision nearly going white as your body seized, one hand reaching back to grip harshly on Jihoon’s hair while the other dug into his wrist in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Jihoon stilled inside you with a final shaky moan, breathing hard against your shoulder and body stiffening completely. Your head was filled with cotton, and you were almost sure your ears were ringing.

The silence following afterward was quaint, the charge in the air now broken, replaced with a blanket of satisfaction. Heat filled your cheeks as you eyed the desk, the screens, the discarded headphones, and the feeling of Jihoon pressed into your back, his hands now gently running over your stomach and waist. You felt him shiver just a bit as he pulled out, drawing a soft sigh out of you as you turned around to face him. His hair was a mess, his neck and ears flushed, his forehead shiny with sweat.

He looked beautiful.

You couldn’t hold back the urge to kiss him, feeling him melt into it, lips nipping slightly at yours. A thought formed in your head, and you knew you had to float the idea now. He was most agreeable right after having sex.

“Next time, we do it in your chair.”

[hoshifighting]

“you know what else is pink?”

WARNINGS: roomate!jihoon, smut, ...pink cock, blowjob/handjob, penetrative sex, squirt, overstimulation.

WC: 2.7K

[got inspiration from this tiktok]

jihoon’s got this routine down, locked in. you hear the clatter of keys in the door at exactly 9:17 PM, every night without fail. he comes in smelling like roasted coffee beans and vanilla syrup, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and—of course—that little paper cup in hand as he kicked the door shut behind him with that little flick of his heel.

“got your poison,” he says, tossing the pink monstrosity onto the table in front of you. It lands with a soft thunk, condensation already forming on the sides, and the sight alone is enough to make you grin like a damn idiot.

“thanks, hoon,” you say, grabbing it immediately and taking a sip like you haven’t had this exact drink every day for months. it’s sweet as hell, tastes like summer and cavities, but you can’t help it. you’re obsessed.

jihoon just shrugs like it’s nothing—like he didn’t go out of his way to snag this for you, again.

he chuckles, already moving toward the bathroom while shrugging off his jacket. “you know what else is pink?”

your brain short-circuits. immediately. you blink up at him like he’s just asked you to solve the riddle of the sphinx.

“h-hm?”

he pauses, halfway out of his jacket, and tilts his head back to look at you. a mischievous little smirk stretches across his face, his pearly-ass veneers catching the shitty overhead lighting.

“huh?” jihoon mirrored you, raising his eyebrows all innocent.

you’re left thinking about his elbows now, how they’re faintly pink at the joints, a soft flush that spreads to his cheeks when it’s too hot in the apartment. his knees, the curve of them when he sits cross-legged on the couch watching anime. the way his nipples—god, why are you thinking about his nipples—stand out when he’s shirtless, all pale skin and rosy peaks.

and yeah, okay. you know exactly what he meant.

the “pink drink” sat in your hand, cold and totally innocent, unlike the mental image now burning in your skull.

[...]

the sound of him moving around in the bedroom after his shower is, like, a damn magnet pulling you in. you’ve been pacing the kitchen like a lunatic, the pink frappuccino now safely tucked away in the fridge because there’s no way in hell you’re gonna stomach all that milk with what you’re about to do. your heart’s doing that stupid fast thing, but you’re already walking down the hallway, bare feet quiet against the floor.

the bedroom door is cracked open, and you catch him just as he’s hanging his towel up. his back’s to you, but even from here, you can see how his shoulders move when he stretches, pale skin almost glowing under the shitty warm light of the bedroom. and those shorts are barely covering anything, and his legs look even paler against the fabric.

he runs both hands through his wet hair, brushing it back in that way that makes it stick up all messy, and for a second, you just stand there leaning against the wall beside the door, arms crossed, watching him like a creep. your bottom lip tugs between your teeth as you try to psych yourself up, but nah, fuck it, you’re already moving. you push off the wall and walk straight up to him. he doesn’t even have time to turn around fully before your hands are on him, shoving his chest hard enough that he stumbles backward.

“yo—” he starts, but his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he sits down with a soft oof, bracing himself on his elbows.

his eyes snap up to meet yours, wide. “what’s this about?”

you step closer, standing between his knees, grabbing his chin with your fingers to tilt his head up.

“oh?” he breathes out, his smirk faltering just a bit when your thumb brushes over his bottom lip.

“yeah. oh,” you shoot back, your voice sharper than the shaky confidence you’re working with. you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands trailing down his torso, the little bodyhairs raising up to meet your palm, fingers dragging over that pale skin. his breath catches, and he shifts, spreading his legs just enough for you to settle between them.

you tug at the waistband of those godforsaken shorts, sliding them down. and there it is, the very thing he hinted at earlier—exactly like you knew he’d be, flushed and already half-hard, the head its almost the same shade of your drink, but more human-skin-like, and fuck, you're probably going to think about it everytime he hands you the drink. his breath hitches again when your hand wraps around him.

“what’s wrong?” you tease, tilting your head, your thumb swiping over the tip to smear the bead of wetness there.

“ah-ah-shit—” he mutters, his voice strained. you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his hip bone, then lower, leaving a trail of warmth as your lips move closer.

he lets out this shaky little laugh, but it breaks off into a hiss when you lean in, your lips brushing over the tip, like you're about to taste it, before wrapping around him completely. his lungs get full of air before moaning all way in while he exhales and you swear you’ve never felt more smug in your life.

his hand comes up to cover his mouth, like he’s trying to muffle the sounds spilling out of him, but it’s useless. the little gasps, the way his voice breaks on your name—it’s making you swallow him in.

your hand moves in partnership with your mouth, stroking him in time with the way your tongue works over every inch of him. when you glance up, his head is tipped back, eyes half-closed, lips parted, and he looks like he is winning a bliss.

“you’re so fucking—good” he stammers, his voice cracking halfway through. “holy shit, keep—keep going.”

you don’t stop, not even when his thighs start trembling under your hands, not even when he’s biting down on his knuckles to keep himself from being too loud.

you hollow your cheeks as you pull back, dragging your lips over him until you reach the tip with a wet, obscene pop.

“jesus fucking—” he chokes out, but his words cut off when you lower your head, tongue dragging along the sensitive seam of his sack like you’re savoring it. you can feel the way his thighs tense on your sides, trembling like he’s caught between pulling away and leaning into you.

your hand is still wrapped around him, firm that his cockhead gets red, keeping that steady rhythm while your tongue works over the delicate skin below.

he lifts his head to look down at you, his lips parted in disbelief, sweat glistening on his forehead. “you—what the fuck are you doing?”

“what’s it look like?” you quip back, grinning up at him before wrapping your lips around his balls again, taking one side into your mouth gently. his reaction is instant—his hips roll under your mouth, and his eyes, roll back.

“this is—holy shit—this is fucked up.”

you hum around him, taking your time, switching to the other side, your tongue lavishing the sensitive skin as you work him over. “fucked up?” you echo between breaths, lips brushing against him. “sounds like youre enjoying it.”

his hand flies up to cover his face, fingers digging into his own hair. he groans, his hips betraying him, twitching toward your mouth like he’s chasing the feeling.

you lean back in, your mouth hot and wet against his cock again, taking him deeper this time, your tongue tracing patterns as you move.

“fuck—fuck—you’re gonna—” his eyes squeeze shut as he lets grits his teeth, failing to hold his whimpers, spilling over himself and inside your mouth.

you don’t stop until you’re sure he’s ridden it out completely, pulling back slowly, your lips slick and swollen, jaw aching, as you wipe your mouth with your thumb.

“you okay there?”

“i don’t think okay covers it...” he grimaces.

“guess i’ll take that as a compliment.”

“you should.” he says, his lips quirking into the faintest smile.

he tilts his head back, his eyes hooded and his lips curling into a lazy smirk as he lifts his hand, tapping his thigh in that slow, cocky way he knows you can’t resist. “c’mere”

you hesitate, for a second, before standing and moving toward him. his gaze stays locked on you, and you feel the weight of it like a physical thing. as you straddle his lap, your dress rides up, pooling around your hips, and his hands are already on you, one gripping your waist while the other skims up your thigh.

he pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. when his tongue drags along your bottom lip, tasting the faint saltiness of himself there, he lets out an obscene groan.

“you taste like me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your mouth before he licks along your lip again, slower this time. his teeth catch the tender skin, biting just enough to sting before he pulls back, tugging your lip between his teeth with a smirk.

your hands grip his shoulders to steady yourself as his hand slides lower, over the curve of your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “been waiting all night to do this,” he mutters, as his fingers dip under the hem of your dress.

before you can process what’s happening, he hooks a finger under the side of your panties, tugging sharply until the fabric tears with a quiet rip. you feel the ruined cloth hanging loosely against your skin as his fingers brush over the now-bare flesh.

you open your mouth to protest—something about him owing you a new pair—but the words die in your throat when you see him lift his hand to his mouth, his tongue dragging along the length of his fingers.

the sight alone has your breath hitching, your thighs twitching around his. he catches the movement, his smirk widening as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, his free hand squeezing your waist as his other hand trails back down.

when his fingers meet your drenched cunt, he spreads the wetness, the wet noise that follows making your cheeks flush even as your body leans into his touch. he circles sensitive hole at your center, and he chuckles low in his throat when you let out a shaky breath.

“you’re already so wet.”

he shifts under you, leaning back as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly to see if his cock hardens again. his jaw tightens, a sharp exhale slipping past his lips as his head tips back. “shit,” he mutters, eyes fluttering shut for a second before they snap open to find you, perched right there on his thighs, looking like a fucking fever dream. “of course, it’s you. of course it works.”

and yeah, you don’t really get what he means by that, because he’s brushing himself against you now, dragging just the tip along where you’re already sdripping

“fuck,” he hisses, wincing as his hips buck up just a little. “so sensitive—” his words cut off with a low groan when you shift, your hands steadying yourself on his shoulders as you sink down.

“oh my god,” you choke out, the sensation swamping the second you take him in. “oh my god, hoon—holy shit—this is so good.”

he lets out this strangled laugh, “yeah?” he rasps, his voice breaking a little at the end. “feels good?”

“so fucking good,” you breathe, your nails digging into his shoulders as you start to move, your hips rolling against him in these desperate little motions. you’re not even trying to play it cool—you’re too far gone for that, babbling about how full he feels, how perfect, how you’ve never felt anything like this.

and he’s just watching you, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed, looking dazed and a little wrecked, but there’s this smug glint in his eyes, like he is so fucking proub about how horny he made you.

his hands slide up your thighs, gripping tight like he’s trying to slow you down, but you don’t let him. you’re too caught up in the feeling, too desperate for more, and the way he whimpers when you move faster makes you coat him even wetter,

“slow down,” he tries, his voice cracking as his head falls back. “s-slow—ngh!”

but you don’t slow down. you go harder, grinding down on him like you’re trying to burn the feeling into your skin. “n-no,” you whine, your hands bracing against his chest. “you started this, hoon. you wanted to tease me? then t-ake it.”

his laugh is sharp and breathy, but it cuts off with a low, throaty groan when you move just right, your hips snapping against his in this perfect rhythm that has his head spinning.

“fuck, okay,” he chokes out, but it dosent last a second, his hands flying to your hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks as he tries to slow you down. “okay, okay, just—fuck—slow—a little, babe, please, i’m—”

you don’t listen. too far gone to register anything beyond the way he feels inside you, the way his body tenses under yours, the way his voice gets high pitch with every ragged breath.

“gonna kill me,” he groans, his hands trembling as they guide your hips into a slower rhythm, even though you can tell he’s fighting himself just as much as he’s fighting you.

he grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he finally, finally uses his strength to slow you down, forcing you to move at his pace. it’s infuriating and perfect all at once because the shift makes his tip angle just right.

when it brushes against that spot inside you, your whole body jerks. your mouth falls open in a silent scream, no sound coming out except for a broken gasp, and your hips stutter helplessly in his hands, trying to chase the feeling even as he keeps you firmly in place.

he lets out a low, relieved laugh, his voice rough but still so maddeningly smug as he leans closer, his breath hot against your neck. “see?” he murmurs, his tone soft and cooing, like he’s teasing and praising you all at once. “isn’t that good? like this? hm?”

before you can even respond—hell, before you can even think—he does it again, using his arms to guide your hips, rolling them slowly, to make him hit that same spot. and this time, the moan that tears from your throat is loud, followed by another and another, until you’re shaking so hard you’re not even sure you’re in control of your body anymore.

“fuck,” he breathes, his grip tightening as he keeps you moving, steady and devastating. “so pretty like this. so perfect.”

you barely hear him, too lost in the way he’s making you feel, your moans spilling out one after another as the pressure inside you builds higher and higher, until it’s too much. your body seizes, your walls clenching around him so hard that he hiccups. and then it happens—a sudden, blinding orgasm that has you gasping, a liquid warmth spilling out of you in an uncontrollable squirt.

“holy shit,” he mutters as he feels it, the slickness making him slip out of you as you convulse in his lap.

he doesn’t even have time to react properly before the sight of you trembling and moaning in his arms—is enough to make him cum. his hand flies to the swollen cock, stroking once, twice, before he’s coming hard, spilling onto the floor. whining and rolling his hips onto his hand.

for a long moment, the both of you cant move, both of you too fucked and out of breath to do anything but sit there.

eventually, your gaze drifts downward, and your eyes land on him—still hard, still twitching slightly, the entire length of him glistening and… pink. ridiculously pink, especially at the head where it’s darker, flushed from how tight you’d been squeezing him.

you blink, your brain still foggy, and you mutter the first thing that comes to mind: “you weren’t kidding about the pink thing.”

he snorts, now shyly, his head tipping forward to rest against your shoulder as he laughs. “told you... thank god pink’s kind of your thing.”