CW: lots of praise, size difference, daddy kink, usage of 'oppa' (once), breeding kink.
a/n: fuck me... i want him so bad please please please
requested by anon. !
"look at you" sungchan breathes, his voice instantly dropping into that thick, gravelly register the second he walks through the door and sees you. you're sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing his favorite little outfit—the soft, frilly white dress with the tiny black polka dots, hem resting high on your thighs, your neat white socks and matching shoes making you look so impossibly delicate. "you dressed up just for me, baby? so feminine. so fucking pretty."
he doesn't even take off his jacket before he's crawling onto the mattress, his massive, broad frame completely overshadowing you as he pulls you into his lap. his big hands, rough and warm, immediately slide up your bare thighs, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just above the frills of your socks. he's peppering your face with soft, adoring kisses, murmuring endless praise against your lips, your cheeks, your jawline. "such a good girl. my beautiful girl. i swear you're trying to drive daddy crazy wearing this."
you whine softly, leaning into his touch, your small hands gripping the lapels of his black jacket as his fingers trail upward, capturing your waist. he loves seeing you like this, looking so small and immaculate under his heavy body, but the soft adoration in his eyes quickly starts to darken with pure, hungry need. his hands slide down to the hem of your dress, bunched up around your hips, and he doesn't even bother trying to take it off—he just pulls the fabric up out of the way, exposing your dripping, aching pussy to the cool air of the room.
"i'm not taking it off" he growls, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his long fingers slide down pushing your lacy panties aside to find your slick opening, instantly testing how wet you are for him. you let out a sharp gasp, your thighs trembling as he pumps two fingers deep inside you with a wet, sloppy sound. "i want to fuck you right into the mattress while you're wearing it. i want to see your pretty little frills bouncing while i take you."
he unzips his pants with a heavy, metallic rasp, his thick cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. sungchan lays you in bed and positions himself on top of you, his big hands grabbing your hips to hold you perfectly still, and then he drives himself inside in one slow, unyielding motion.
the sheer size of him stretching you out makes your eyes roll back instantly, a broken, high-pitched scream tearing from your throat. "oppa— wait, it's too deep—" you sob, your nails digging right through his shirt into his shoulders as his pelvic bone slams hard against your clit.
"shh, just take it, baby. take daddy's cock" he groans, his pace immediately turning rough and punishing, completely discarding the softness from before. he's rolling his hips in that heavy, relentless rhythm, burying himself to the hilt over and over until your core is burning and swollen from the friction. the contrast is insane—you look so sweet and innocent in your pretty clothes, but underneath him, your legs are spread wide, your pussy clenching desperately around his thick length with every wet, sliding thrust.
sungchan leans down, his heavy chest flattening your breasts through the fabric of your dress, his dark eyes wide and completely obsessed as he watches your face break. "fuck, look at your reflection in the window. look how small you look under me. look at my girl getting ruined in her favorite dress."
he shifts his grip, grabbing your thighs and pulling them open even wider, his thrusts turning shallow and incredibly fast, pounding right against your sweet spot until you're a sobbing, shaking mess. you're babbling his name, your head tossing on the pillow as your climax hits you like a wave, your core clamping down on him so tight it breaks his control entirely.
"yeah, clench around it. hold daddy tight," he pants, his voice hoarse and desperate as he drives himself all the way in, holding his weight fully against you as his body goes rigid. he growls into your neck, his entire frame shuddering as he cums deep, pumping a massive, hot torrent of seed straight into your womb. you can feel every single pulse of him filling you up, the thick warmth overflowing and leaking out around his cock, dampening the fabric of your dress.
he stays buried inside you for minutes after, his breath ragged against your skin, his big hand coming down to gently rub your stomach where it feels heavy and full of him. he kisses your tear-stained cheeks, his voice dropping back into that soft, loving murmur. "such a good girl for daddy. look at how messy you are now."
fuck mEEE THIS DELICIOUS AAA LINK UGHHH FUCKKKK MEEE I NEED ANTON LEE SO BADDDD SOSOSOSO BAD ANTON PLEASEEE FUCKKKKK
cw: fingering, stablished relationship, daddy kink... lots of praise
the bedroom was completely quiet except for the low, hum of the AC and the sound of your uneven breathing. anton had his back flat against the mattress, entirely unbothered by how much space he took up. you were draped completely over him, straddling his hips, chest to chest so you could feel the steady, heavy thud of his heartbeat right against your own ribs.
you had your face buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling the warm, familiar scent of his skin while your fingers curled into the fabric of his t-shirt. your legs were spread wide over his thighs, the soft material of your cute, frilly socks brushing against his ankles every time you shifted.
"you're so heavy, baby" anton murmured, though his big hands immediately came up to cup your hips, anchoring you tightly against him. his voice was deep and raspy, thick with sleep and an underlying laziness that always made your stomach flip. he didn't mean it as a complaint; he loved the weight of you. he loved knowing you were completely resting on him, letting him carry you. "so soft. look at how perfectly you fit right on top of me."
you let out a soft whine, nuzzling deeper into his neck, your thighs twitching against his sides. the friction of your bare skin rubbing against his sweatpants was starting to drive you crazy, a dull, heavy ache settling deep in your lower stomach.
anton chuckled, a low, vibrating sound in his chest that you felt more than heard. "impatient tonight? hm? daddy's girl is so needy."
he didn't wait for you to answer. his right hand caressed your hip. you were completely bare beneath him now, your heat radiating against his stomach.
anton kept his hand right on top of you. his large, heavy palm rested against the outside of your thigh for a second before his index and middle fingers slipped to find the slick, swollen heat between your thighs.
the moment those two long fingers slid over your drenched slit, your head snapped back, a sharp gasp escaping your lips.
"fuck, you're so wet for me already" anton groaned, his eyes darkening as he looked up at your flushed face. he used his index and middle fingers to slowly part your lips, smearing your own wetness all over you. "look at you. just laying on daddy and you're already dripping."
you tried to hide your face back in his neck, but anton brought his other hand up to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair to keep you looking down at him. he wanted to see every single expression.
slowly, his index and middle fingers started to pump against you. he kept the pressure steady, sometimes going back out, his two fingers sliding up and down your wet slit targeting your swollen clit. with every upward stroke, his fingers applied just enough pressure to make your hips jerk uncontrollably on top of him.
"ah— anton, please—" you sobbed, your fingers gripping his shoulders so tight your knuckles turned white. your knees dug into the mattress on either side of him as you tried to press yourself harder against his hand, but he kept his pace agonizingly slow.
"shh, take it" he whispered, his voice incredibly gentle but unyielding. his index and middle fingers kept up that steady, torturous rhythm, sliding through the thick creaminess you were producing. "you're doing so good for me. such a good girl, just taking it. let daddy make you feel good."
the contrast between his massive, heavy hand on top of you and the precise, burning friction of his two fingers was too much. you started to roll your hips, trying to force his hand to move faster, your cute socks sliding uselessly against the sheets as you thrashed.
"no, don't move" anton commanded, his grip on your hip tightening to pin your lower body completely still against his. "just lay there and let me do it. look at me while you get ruined."
you forced your eyes open, tears blurring your vision as you looked down into his dark, obsessed gaze. he looked so calm, so completely in control, while his index and middle fingers continued to slick over your clit, creating a wet, squelching sound that echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom. he was completely coating you in your own moisture, his fingers moving in a rhythm that knew exactly how to break you. pumping his fingers inside at times with a slow agonizing pace but curling them just right.
"that's it, watch me" anton murmured, a soft, proud smile finally breaking his calm expression as he saw the desperation in your eyes. "you look so beautiful when you're crying for daddy. so pretty and cooperative."
the friction build-up was becoming unbearable. every single stroke of his two fingers felt like a spark of electricity shooting straight to your core. your chest was heaving, your skin covered in a light sheen of sweat as you melted completely against his broad torso.
"i'm gonna— anton, i'm close, please—" you babbled, losing all your words as the tension in your thighs reached a breaking point.
"i know, baby. let go for me" anton whispered, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register. he finally sped up the movement of his index and middle fingers, his free hand flat and heavy on your lower back while those two fingers worked you into an absolute frenzy. they rubbed over your sensitive peak with a punishing, heavy rhythm that left no room for escape. "give it to me. let daddy feel how hard you clench around my fingers."
that broke you. your entire body going rigid as the orgasm crashed over you. your walls pulsed violently against his hand, your inner thighs shaking so hard you couldn't even keep your balance on top of him. you collapsed completely onto his chest, sobbing as the waves of pleasure ripped through you.
anton didn't stop. even as you were coming, his index and middle fingers kept moving, thrusting through the intense wetness to milk every last drop of the orgasm out of you.
"fuck, you're so tight" he groaned, his own hips twitching slightly underneath you as he felt the aftershocks of your climax. "look at how much you're shaking. such a good, sweet girl."
finally, his hand slowed down, though he didn't pull his fingers away. he left them resting gently against your soaked skin, keeping you grounded. his other arm wrapped entirely around your back, pulling your trembling body as close to his chest as physically possible.
he began to rub your back in long, soothing strokes, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses into your hair, your temple, and the corner of your damp eyes.
"you did so well" he murmured, his voice completely soft and full of affection now that the tension had broken. "so beautiful for me. just rest now, baby. daddy's got you."
you hummed weakly, completely spent and heavy on top of him, your feet in those soft socks twitching slightly as you drifted off to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
notes ⋮ requested! i hope this was as good as you envisioned anon (ó﹏ò｡) AH and i think i got carried away LMFAO sigghh tell me if this is okay PLEASE.ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ily anon!!
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you hum along to the song blasting from your earbuds and tap your finger to the beat, looking out the window and enjoying the city view.
you were moving to the big city, forcing a new chapter in your life hoping it will do you some good. and although you were at constant war with your own brain because of this decision, it was too late to turn back now.
you had already found a place to stay, with a roommate.
living on your own would be much too expensive, you browsed and browsed looking for a hidden gem, but nothing. up until you found an actual affordable apartment, with the perfect location on top of that!
you didn’t think to care about the space of the actual apartment, what mattered is that it was a place where all your favorite spots were in close distance, and it was nearby your potential future job, there was just one extra add-on.
you didn’t necessarily want a roommate, the process seemed too complicated, people are too.. weird.. it’s easier to struggle alone, not having anyone around to accommodate, but this opportunity was too good to pass up, especially considering the split was in your favor, it being much lower than one might expect.
so you took the deal, messaging the person to set things up with dread in your heart.
and what made the feeling even worse was that this roommate was a guy.
of course.
but.. he seemed nice, you two chatted over the phone, of course planning the move, and met when you visited the place.
as expected it was small, actually smaller than you envisioned—2 bedroom 1 bath, but you're sure it’ll all be fine. sungchan, the roommate, seemed okay, too much enthusiasm for your liking but it’ll do.
though the meet ups were.. awkward. obviously your fault, but you can’t help it, the timid feeling just always creeps up on you when hanging with other people.
you hated it, but it’s not like you can control it. since being a kid you were always the stereotypical ‘shy’ one, never able to hold eye contact and quick to end conversation. it was frustrating, and even made you feel pitiful, but maybe with this move something could change for the better.
you met with sungchan a few times to move all your stuff in, him being kind to move the majority of it for you and trying his best to create conversation, but it always failed. god you couldn’t even look into his eyes when he was looking, always fidgeting with your hands to keep you calm.
thankfully he never seemed too annoyed about it, never pushing you too much and knowing when to stop, if only you could verbalize your gratitude.
anyways, it was finally time for you to kiss your hometown goodbye for the last time as you sit on this subway with your last suitcase snuggled in your lap, clutching it for comfort as you continue to tap your finger along with the song.
you knock on his door and he practically opens it immediately, your grip on your suitcase becoming tighter already. “hey y/n! you were making me nervous for a second, it’s pretty late” sungchan smiled, holding the door wide open for you.
“uh yeah.. sorry..” you nervously chuckled as an attempt to be ‘normal’.
“do you need any help?”
“no no i’m fine, thanks..” you quickly replied as you swiftly headed to your room. before you got the chance to shut the door fully, sungchan said, his voice similar to a shout, “are you sure?”
you can’t even utter words this time, only just giving a thumbs up with a meek smile then almost slamming the door shut.
the very next morning you got up bright and early hoping you had a chance of avoiding your new roommate, but luck was never on your side.
as soon as the sun hit, you got ready to grab some groceries, not only as a ‘thanks’ but also because the man had nothing appetizing in the fridge.. but when you quietly opened your door there he was standing outside of his in a fitted tank top and baggy sweatpants.
you awkwardly froze seeing him, his room being right next to yours was quite unfortunate. “oh hey y/n! what are you doing this early?”
you clear your throat, forcing your eyes to hit the ground, “nothing really..” you mumbled, swiftly walking away to the living room to grab the extra key.
“sorry to bother you, morning gym guy you know, starting the day off right” sungchan sweetly clarifies, him already in your vicinity again.
a heat wave embarrassingly starts to raise, burning your face the closer he gets. all you could do is hum in response and shove the key in your purse, jiggling the front door knob open with pace.
he walks out right up behind you, locking it up with ease so he could remain close, “you need a ride?”
“that’s okay, thank you” your voice so quiet you’re shocked he even heard you. “are you sure?” “y-yeah yeah um have fun..!” you at least try to speak with confidence before picking up the pace, waving him off without even turning to look his way.
“you sure you got it?” your uber driver asked as you had all the bags tautly lined up on each arm. you wanted to be honest, the extremely heavy plastic bags basically cutting off your circulation, but your head was already shaking no.
“i’m fine thanks..” you huff. the driver didn’t hesitate, accepting your answer and immediately driving off. you were out for an hour and a half, maybe doing some over shopping, not thinking you’d actually have to take these bags all by yourself.
you weakly walked to the apartment entrance, thanking god his unit was on the ground floor, practically dragging yourself through the hallway.
you let the bags hit the floor, sliding down against the wall to rest once you reached his door. you sit there for a moment, catching your breath and messaging the red lines appearing on your forearms.
you didn’t know how long you were relaxing for, but it was obviously for too long as you turned to see sungchan coming around the corner, him on his phone with headphones on, key swinging in hand—sweat drenching his entire shirt.
you quickly tried to get up before he could notice, but the speed made you half trip over the groceries, stepping on what sounded like a cardboard box, it making a crunch sound, “shit..”
sungchan looks up and immediately picks up his pace, moving the headphones down to his neck, “are you locked out?”
“no no, just..” you breathed out as you were trying to pick up all the bags again.
“let me see,” he says, grabbing most of the bags without your permission. “you could’ve told me you were shopping, i would’ve helped”
you didn’t respond, the timid embarrassing feeling making you mute. he unlocks the door and pushes it open with his back, him standing there waiting for you to enter first. when you realize, you quickly rush past him, “sorry..”
you both lay the bags on the kitchen counter, sungchan immediately pulling things out and putting them in their proper places.
did i mention this place was small?
there was no way to walk around him. in this extremely narrow kitchen there he stood tall between the counter and the fridge, blocking your chance of leaving without asking.
to avoid your nerves from taking over, you just copy him, making the process quicker.
“what happened” he chuckled, holding a crushed box of cereal. the box busted at the bottom, half of the product in the plastic bag.
“i um.. i don’t know” you almost whisper, feeling his burning stare on the side of your face.
he doesn’t push, leaving the box in the bag and throwing it away, finishing with stocking the kitchen. he finally leaves and heads to his bedroom.
when his door clicks you let out a sigh, feeling lightheaded from practically holding your breath, he looked so good all sweaty.. you push your thoughts away, quickly uploading your last bag before sprinting to your room.
but of course, before you fully emerged, sungchan walks back out again, making eye contact with you.
you immediately divert your gaze to the floor, watching his black shoes squeak on the hardwood, “gonna use the bathroom real quick, okay?”
you just nod and smile, shutting the door and finally relaxing your shoulders.
you didn’t chat with him for the rest of the day, hearing his movements all around the place as you rotted in your bed, doom searching through your laptop, thinking about him..
unexpectedly you hear a light knock on your door, making you notice it was getting late, almost 10PM.
you scurried off the bed and opened the door with a crack. “you okay?”
“yeah..” you nod, then allowing your head to immediately drop, noticing his change of clothes. he wore dark flared denim and slightly chunky leather shoes. you could guess it cost him a lot for those pair.
“well i’m gonna bring a friend over, is that fine with you?” you frantically nod, giving him a ‘mhmm’ as a response. the both of you continue to stand, you awkwardly waiting for him to leave or do something, but he just continues to stand there.
you know he’s staring, but your brain won’t allow you to look up. you were unable to picture his expression, hoping he wasn’t annoyed..
finally you see his body move. “see ya.. text me if you need anything” sungchan murmured as he leisurely walked away. you close the door quickly, finally able to breathe.
gosh.. when he said he was going to bring a friend over you didn’t think he’d be gone for this long. you’ve been avoiding leaving the room, afraid that he’d come with his ‘friend’ while you’re out, but it’s already been over an hour and you haven’t even showered yet.
you took a chance and sneaked to the kitchen to grab fuel first, your stomach practically eating itself, but once you got there you were taken aback.
a fresh new box of cereal sitting pretty on the counter, the same brand you tragically killed that morning. the flustered feeling only lasted a second before the front door knob started to jiggle. of course.
you took the box and darted to your room, making it just in time. sungchan’s footsteps were heavy and irregular, sounding as if he’s continuously stumbling and stopping, his friend doing the same, but their footsteps have more of a ‘click’ noise.
as they get closer to around your door you hear it, kissing, oh god..
you quickly turn to switch your lamp off, hoping he’d think you’re already asleep.
they open his door and you can assume they’re in his room, but it doesn’t matter, you hear everything.
the thin wall between the bedrooms doesn't muffle a single sound. and to make matters worse his bed is right up against yours, the frames might as well be touching.
you move underneath your covers, covering your face with the blanket hoping it’ll help, but it doesn’t.
god! what roommate does this??? they might as well be moaning and groaning in your ear.
but.. your brain can’t help but to focus on sungchan.. his groans are low, and he sounds rough—the woman making no effort to be quiet.
a pang feeling forms in your stomach, your thighs involuntarily pushing together.
the bed creaks as he speaks dirty, his voice so low you can’t hear everything he’s saying with the girl's whines overpowering. oh to be her..
you swear your mind is playing tricks as you start to fantasize, desperately needing to be in her position.
you couldn’t resist anymore, your hand reaching down and pressing against your embarrassingly soaked panties. you close your eyes, sighing at the pressure, almost immediately giving in and pushing past them, letting your fingers run through your folds.
you circle your clit—the louder they get the faster you go, imagining you were the one beneath him, feeling his hands all over your body.
you let out a soft yet guttural moan before quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. then something weird happens.
immediately after you slip up, the girl's sounds get muffled—either sungchan’s hand covers her mouth or her face is against a pillow—which makes his noises much more prevalent.
you don’t think much of it, too busy trying to get off as his voice becomes more raspy, his moans becoming more desperate. the sound of his rough thrusts almost taking you there, your mind becoming careless as you let muffled moans escape.
but they stop.
the girl letting out one final cry while sungchan hits one last thrust, the bed screeching at their body weight as they fall.
so you stop immediately. your stomach drops and the harsh feeling of guilt and embarrassment overpowers as you listen to the sound of their pants—ultimately turning you off.
how embarrassing.. you think as you immediately jump off the bed. he won’t take a shower right now, right? you take the risk anyways and sneak out your room, sprinting to the bathroom and locking it shut.
you sigh, disappointed at yourself, wanting to scrub your fingers till they were squeaky clean.
the very next day after a long restless night sleep, you finally got up, a pretty late start for your day but when does it matter.
you peak through your door to assume nobody is around, complete silence filling the space.
you head to the kitchen, putting the cereal you didn’t even get the chance to eat last time on the counter, opening it.
at the sound of the cardboard opening, a figure moves on the couch and you freeze. the girl.
she had swiftly gotten off the phone and sat up straight, only relaxing when she saw the sound was coming from you.
“oh hey!!” the blonde barbie says while getting up, then she walks towards you, “you must be the new ‘shy’ roommate he keeps talking about”
you stay silent for a minute before forcing yourself to greet, “yeah um.. that’s me”
“wow you really are awkward,” she giggles sweetly, “i won’t bother you anymore, i was just about to leave” she says as she walks behind you to open the fridge, grabbing a drink then heading to the front door.
“you’re very pretty by the way!” she beams before yanking the door open.
“t-thanks, you too!” your voice shakes but the sincerity is there. the girl smiles and giggles softly before closing the door shut, leaving the apartment.
when she leaves your face frowns, the guilt brutally coming back.. but you try your hardest to let it go, that won’t ever happen again, right…?
wrong.
you didn’t even get to see sungchan that day. you went out to do your duties and came back just to hoard yourself away in your room again, hearing his movements through the place once he finally got back.
you showered ahead of time to avoid complications, spending the rest of your time just rotting.
when it became night, he knocked on the door, but the embarrassment of the memory wouldn’t allow you to open it this time.
“y-yes?” you speak through the door, standing right behind it. “you alright?”
“yeah..” you can see his shadow through the gap from the bottom of the door, he doesn’t move.
“thanks..” you utter, wondering why he was still here. “for?”
“the um.. the cereal.. t-thank you” you tried to speak as loud as you could, but the results were quiet, pathetic.
“anytime, night” he says before finally moving to his room. every time you spoke with him it was like swallowing needles.. how embarrassing.
you let out a frustrated sigh and rub your face with both hands, then jumped into bed, swiftly turning the lamp off.
you lay on your side, tucking your hand underneath the pillow and pushing your knees closer to your chest, forcing your eyes shut. but you can’t fall asleep, your mind kept getting easily distracted.
sungchan’s movements are hard to ignore, especially when he’s been on your mind all day..
you hear the rustle of the sheets and his exhausted breaths, the frame hitting the wall every time he switches positions.
his breathing seemed so loud, as if you’re both in the same bed, your brain imagining what it’s like to feel his body heat next to you.
you were never a strong soldier, temptation always consuming you, a slave to your desires—so you let your hand slide down and slip underneath your panties, immediately stroking your hot core lazily.
you were so desperate—trusting into your own hand needing to release this, tiny pathetic whimpers slipping out. “fuck..” you curse to yourself, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow, but you were too concentrated to be 100% aware of how loud you might've been.
but it didn’t matter, unfortunate minutes went by and still nothing. so you stop, letting out a defeated sigh, embarrassment making your face heat up as you get up, needing to desperately scrub the slick off your hand.
the following morning, sungchan didn’t go to the gym, leaving him to spend the day rotting on the couch. you just had to go grab something to eat, your stomach cramping from hunger, so you sucked it up and swiftly went to the kitchen, trying to go unnoticed.
but he noticed, even with the loud tv muting your steps.
he was too enthralled with his movie to look back at you, but he still spoke—his elbow resting on the arm of the couch while his hand held his face, “how is your morning”
“okay” you took a minute to reply, pouring you a bowl and swiftly moving towards your room. but his voice stops you again.
“sorry if i was loud the other night” he finally looks away from the screen, leaning his head back on the back cushion, forcing eye contact with a sly look.
you quickly divert your gaze, your face getting hot, “um i-i went to bed right after you left..” you practically squeaked.
he just hums, then smirks, then lifts his head, finally looking back at the tv.
you stood there for only a moment, feet glued to the hardwood before rushing back to your room, ignoring sungchan for the rest of the day.
the past couple of weeks have been a repetitive cycle—a constant effort to avoid sungchan, him bringing the girl over twice a week to fuck, going into work every morning after somehow getting through the final interview, and every night feeding into your guilty pleasure..
hearing what he does, how he sleeps, how he fucks.. how are you to resist when the knot in your stomach gets tighter as the days go by, your core aching every time you feel his presence.
but there was no point in weakly giving in, because you could never ‘get there’.. always feeling embarrassed for even trying.
and with that, the guilt got worse every day. it ate at you, making it more debilitating to even acknowledge sungchan’s existence whenever he’d ask simple questions.
and today, the turmoil was really bothering you.
you get off of a tiring day of work at 3PM, feeling a bit overwhelmed this time by it. and seeing sungchan of course didn’t help at all.
you try to walk to your room fast but he says something, he always does, “you okay?”
tears start to fill your eyes, but you don’t allow them to fall. you just nod and keep walking, maybe closing your door harder than you’d like.
when the door clicked, the tears finally fell, all the insecure emotions taking over you, the regret and homesickness feeling the worst they’ve ever felt.
you try your hardest to suck it up after hearing a soft knock, but the water won’t stop flowing.
“what’s wrong y/n..? is it work?” he spoke softly through the door, sounding a bit hesitant. you try to play it off, but you’re a terrible liar, “i-i’m okay! it’s fine..”
you stand, back pressed against the door, breathing yourself calm for at least ten minutes, now desperately needing to unwind in the shower.
you get the usual, clothes etc before opening the door and almost walking out before you stumble over your own feet, genuinely shocked to see sungchan still there, the closeness causing him to tower over you.
when opening the door your head shot up, looking directly into his eyes with your teary ones. you both stare at each for a moment, you even more shocked to realize you’ve been holding eye contact, but you soon jump back into reality, the intimation getting you.
you tense up, looking down hoping he’d just move, but he doesn’t, instead speaking cautiously, “are you okay..?”
you nod, now getting the urge to shut the door.
“well i am here for you y/n.. even though we still don’t know each other haha..” he chuckles awkwardly, the corny attempt at comfort causing you to breathe out a laugh of your own.
“i really like having you around y/n.” the statement makes you feel nervous, but weirdly not in a bad way. you look up just for a second and nod, putting your head back down and forcing yourself to respond, “thanks.. same with you. or- uh i-i feel the same.. about.. you being around..”
your face gets hot, even hotter when he chuckles again, “well it is my apartment, but i’ll leave you alone”
sungchan opens his door and walks away. you can only make your way to the bathroom when his door is completely closed, you almost running to the next door over.
later that day you did the same as always, bed rotting till midnight struck. you’ve been hiding in your room all day but was there any point? you hadn’t heard sungchan’s movements at all, confused whether or not he was still here or left during your midday shower.
but you were too scared to check, so you rolled into bed and switched off your lamp.
but you’re alert. unable to sleep. watching the hours go by.
you tossed and turned, trying every sleep position, but nothing worked. the complete silence making you uneasy.
you eventually even put your ear to the wall, trying to listen inside his room, but it sounded so unusual, so silent.
you listened hard before something startled you out of your focus, the scare making your heart pound.
and even though you were extremely uneasy, you still felt a bit comforted to hear a knock on the door. you walk to it apprehensively, holding the knob for what felt like forever before finally opening it.
there he was, standing tall in a regular off white tee and dark colored sweatpants. his hair looked a bit damp, you wondering where he went to take a shower if not here.
before speaking he just stares with an odd unreadable look, causing you to of course let your head fall.
“did i wake you?” you shake your head no and wait. and wait. and wait. he doesn’t say anything else but his feet still stand, not moving a single inch.
you slowly raise your head, confused and timid, wondering why he’s even here.
you grip onto the door knob for comfort, your eyes going everywhere as his dark glare continues to steadily fixate on you.
“so why are you still up?” sungchan finally noted, taking a step closer, a wicked grin slowly growing.
“uh n-no reason..” you try to take a step back but with every step taken he just gets closer, unable to get distance.
his aroma was faint but noticeable, mixed with a girly body wash and alcohol.
“why aren’t you doing it tonight?” he raises a brow, looking a bit humored at your expression. your face feels like it’s going to melt off, your eyes dropping to the floor feeling the need to cry from the embarrassment. “i- uh.. i don’t..”
“do you think i’m fucking stupid?” he cuts into your desperate attempt to respond, chuckling right at you, “don’t pretend like you didn’t know.. so fucking whiny through that thin wall.. fucking yourself at the thought of me.”
tears flow down your face, god why is this happening.. you practically tremble where you stand.
sungchan puts a hand on your chin, forcing it up so you can see his dark lustful gaze. the height difference was almost scary, his broad body the only thing in your vision. your tearful eyes continued to drop.
“god you’re so pretty when you cry..” he breathes out, his eyes going from your tear stained cheeks to your quivering lips.
he forces a kiss on you, his tongue immediately pressing past your barrier making you taste the faint alcohol as he slides his hand to your tiny neck, adding pressure, his thumb dragging up and down. his other hand grips onto your waist, pulling you flush against him, you stumbling over your feet at the force.
you grip onto his shirt for support, a moan slipping out of you, quiet and desperate as he practically eats your face—sungchan takes his time at it, forcing his tongue deeper after every slow kiss, always letting it linger.
“say it right now and i’ll give you what you need,” he whispers against your lips while resting his forehead on your, “tell me you want it.”
you somehow cling onto his shirt even harder, tugging it lightly with your eyes closed. “say it.” he repeats, sounding more demanding than before. you try to force it out, but your nerves are everywhere.
“i.. i- shit..” you put your head down, squeezing your thighs together hard.
he moves both his hands to your shoulders, shoving you down into your bed and quickly crawls on top of you, your hands landing on the sides of your head, “it’s fucking pathetic you can’t even speak for yourself, you know that?”
“ ‘m sorry..” your voice almost inaudible, your thighs clenching even harder, more tears escaping without your command.
“do i have to force words out of you from now on?” sungchan growls, his lips darting for your neck.
whimpers flow out of your mouth, your brain fuzzy, unsure if this is actually happening. he sounded so nice.. his breathing and noises that land on your ear really could make you cum on the spot.. something that you’ve been trying to achieve for the longest.
a hand moves underneath your shirt to grip your bare boob, palming it, it fitting so perfectly in his hand. “god this is the most desperate you’ve ever sounded..” he muffles into your neck while squeezing your nipple, your soft whine becoming more louder.
the hand slowly slides down your body, him teasing with the waistband of your pants. “say it y/n.”
you huff, your voice trembling as you try to concentrate, “i need..”
you sigh as his hand fully slips underneath your pants, his fingers hovering over your slit, “i’m waiting.”
“i-i need you.. pl-please..”
his fingers press onto your clit over your drenched panties causing you give a high pitched moan. he circles through the wet fabric with perfect rhythm, his other hand tangling into your hair, gripping it.
he lifts and hovers his face right above yours, watching your contorting face with pleasure, “my poor baby needed this huh..”
you nod maybe a bit too eager, biting your lip as you try to muffle your sobs. your hips start to move against him, your temptations making you do the brave act.
“so fucking needy.. fuck..” he huffs into your face, his pace getting faster. the puddle somehow grows even more, your chest heaving at the contact.
“you wanted me to come and fuck you huh, fuck you like the attention seeking slut you are..” he slips his hand past your panties and immediately pumps two fingers into your core with no hesitation. you couldn’t resist anymore, letting all the cries and moans slip out as you sink into the bed, your body lightly shaking at the pleasure.
with every hit his pace increases and he gets deeper, curling his fingers perfectly. you cry out his name while arching your back, your head tilted back pressing against the mattress.
your hands dart to grip his shoulders hard as a rippling feeling shot through your spine. soft whines and squelching noises filled the room as you tensed up, your walls tightening around his fingers, his pace never slowing as he finger fucks you through it.
sungchan breathed out words in your face with a smug look as the overstimulation was getting to you, your whines getting even louder and your body tightening up, your legs quivering as he just kept going, enjoying his view.
“i can’t believe you actually thought i’d never hear you weeping every night.. getting turned on every time i fucked my girl.. rushing to the bathroom after failing to get yourself off.. can you do anything for yourself?..”
sungchan finally stops, showing you mercy when he finally takes his fingers out, you gasping at the loss, “you don’t have to worry about doing things by yourself anymore y/n..”
he pushes you farther into the middle of the bed than grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head for you and tossing it next to you. he quickly does the same, throwing his shirt on the floor.
he darts to your breast, taking one in his mouth while kneading the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, your pussy already aching again.
he alternates continuously, adding sucking and occasionally nips, practically toying with your tits. as if the overstimulation wasn’t already enough, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, the constant feeling of sensation making you tear up more.
sungchan rises from your chest and lets both his hands travel down your pants and panties that are still laid soaked against you, the wet fabric hugging your skin. he shoves the clothes down your legs and disregards them as well, leaving you completely bare.
you almost immediately cover your face with your arms, nervous of what he’ll say and how you look.
he stares at your body for long seconds before moving both hands to the sides of your waist, squeezing it then massaging it up and down.
he then lowers again as his hands slithered up to your arms, pushing them away then pinning them above your head, “why are you crying?”
he doesn’t even give you the chance to answer—not like you were going to anyways—kissing you soft, letting you breathe between each one.
he starts to grind against you, his sweat still on though you can feel how hard he was, finally noticing that he couldn’t be wearing boxers, his length making your breathing slightly erratic.
“you know when i fuck her i think about you..” he breathes out as he interlocks his hands with yours, your thighs trying to clench together again while he continues to hump slowly.
finally, he lets one hand drag down to his pants, quickly springing out his cock in a swift motion to let it kiss your clit, dragging himself to mix his pre cum with your wetness.
your breathing pitches, soft moans slipping through as you try to stifle them, you humming at the contact.
he teases your entrance, pushing the tip in and out, the movement very deliberate, “i’ve been thinking about this all day..” he voice low, sinister.
unexpectedly, he pulls away then completely flips you on your stomach, forcing your hips high then presses your face deep into the mattress, cheek against the blanket, a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck. he lines himself swiftly then without hesitation slams into your sopping pussy.
you grip the blanket as hard as you could, the stretch making you see dots, your sob getting muffled because of the position. you immediately clench around him as he keeps thrusting hard, not super fast but not gentle.
his other hand digs into your hip as he guides and controls you, fucking you deeper and deeper, the angle unforgiving. you weep and moan, more and more tears breaking through, tiny puddles forming by your face.
“you’re so small.. so tight.. f-fuck..” he murmured, his speed picking up. he slides his hand from your neck to your hair, grabbing a hand full and yanking it, forcing your head up.
you wince and sob more from the pain, your stomach getting tighter. the sound of sungchan’s heavy pants and the wet slaps bouncing off the walls making you want to release.
you cry out curses, your brain trying to form a coherent sentence, “sun-.. sh-shit.. ’m gonna..”
he gives you one last hard thrust before stopping, gripping your ass before pulling out completely, turning you over back on your back.
“fuck you’re so pretty..” he pants as he pulls your weak legs up over his shoulders, a hand wiping your tears, caressing your face.
you can’t stop whimpering, even without the feel of him inside you.
he grabs your shirt and quickly balls it up, shoving it in your mouth. he lines back up, the sensitivity causing you to tremble bad. a hand holds onto your ankle while the other finds support on your neck, his large hand wrapping around and squeezes it just perfectly all before sliding into you again.
his rhythm stayed consistent, hitting deep and hard while progressing the pace. you let out all your cries, not holding back since the shirt muffles your voice—the shirt getting a wet spot from the saliva.
sungchan stares hard onto your teared stained face, more escaping through your wet lashes, a light red color spread across your face. he groans, his voice shaky, “feel good..?”
you quickly nod, not caring anymore how eager it may looked.
“let me feel you baby.. do it..” that’s all it takes for your body to grip onto him, eyes rolling shut, you going stiff as your legs twitch against him. this second orgasm was so much more intense than the first, your moans getting caught in your throat while your vision was going white, dizziness and exhaustion taking over.
but he keeps pounding his hips against you, getting close to his own high.
he groans loudly and curses when he feels your grip, his rhythm finally becoming unsteady, “fuck y/n.. y/n.. such a fucking slut on my cock.. fuck you’re so pretty like this..”
sungchan finally gives you one last slam before holding, letting a whimper out as he fills you with a warm wave of cum. the grip on your neck gets tighter as he concentrates, making your vision even whiter.
after he comes down he lets go, moving his hands to rub down both your legs before moving them down. he takes out the shirt from your mouth for you and tiredly gets on top of you and lays on you, his head finding comfort in the curve of your neck, his arms caging your head—he never pulled out, cum overflowing around his cock.
your both are a breathing mess, your body limp, the sensitivity and exhaustion making you not care about his body weight crushing you.
he starts to stroke your cheek gently, kissing your neck while speaking, “i can help you with anything you know..” his voice horse, slurred, almost like he’s about to fall asleep, “stop being so shy.. i can take care of you..”
i appreciate you for your time and i love all the support ive been getting on my stuff thank you ILY ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) have a great day/nightᝰ.ᐟ
boyfriend Anton who forces you to rub against his abdomen even when you're already tired and overstimulated, skirt hiked up and panties ruined
I know he wold be so mean and sweet at the same time :(
"Just give me one more, pretty girl'', ''I know you can handle it" while helping you reach another climax with his big and firm hands on your hips
genre : smut, angst, fluff, rockstar / college au, this is inspired by ethel cain’s song nettles!
warnings & tags : unprotected sex, religion mentioned, inexperienced reader, cheating mentioned, reader experiences all her first with wonbin, breeding, groupie culture is hinted at, reader struggles with anxiety, oral fem receiving
you sat on the bench of your family’s church, your gaze fixed on the preacher as he delivered a sermon on the virtues of unwavering faith. the air was thick with the scent of incense and the murmurs of the congregation, but your mind was somewhere else.
you yearned for that deeper connection that seemed difficult within the confines of your sheltered life.
the preacher’s words washed over you, a familiar passage that you heard countless times, yet as you listened, a growing sense of unease grew inside you.
—
you traced your fingers on the worn spine of the bibles and other religious books that lined your family’s bookshelf. a lifetime of devotion, you paused on a passage that spoke about the importance of submission and obedience. your brows furrowed, you began complementing the weight of the words and the impact on yourself and those around you.
you turned to your journal and wrote what you longed for, a deeper connection, any sense of authenticity beyond what the preacher and bible mentioned.
as the night washed over, you found yourself drawn to the window, your gaze watching the distant lights of the city beyond your quiet suburban neighborhood.
—
college, a place where adults break free from the shells they were once given. the strict rules, religious principals, and conservative values no longer held the same weight they once did before. away from watchful eyes and the set expectations, it was chance to be your true self.
which is why you find yourself at a bar with your roommate.
the bar was dimly lit, the air thick of cigarettes and cheap beer. the smell alone was overwhelming and intoxicating. your eyes scanned the crowd of bodies only to land on him.
the bassist.
you watched closely as his fingers strummed wildly. his eyes were filled with passion as he preformed. your eyes locked with one another, his gaze was intense and unwavering.
“y/n!”, your roommate called, you breaking you out of what felt like a trance. she followed your eyes back to the bassist and laughed. “that’s wonbin and luckily for you, we’re able to meet them”, she gave you a quick wink. your eyes broke contact with yuta’s to see your friend smiling at her recent ‘confession’. “wait what?”
—
the band finished their set with no hiccups, your roommate dragged you backstage. you were hesitant, feeling out of place again. your heart pounded in your chest, your mind raced with endless thoughts of what could possibly go wrong and you hated it.
your roommate was well known with the band, she looked like she belonged there. it wasn’t long before she left with the drummer sungchan. the feelings of isolation washed over you. before you could be swallowed by your thoughts a tap on your shoulder interrupting your thoughts, there stood wonbin, his eyes shining with curiosity and wonder.
“so what brings you here tonight?”, he asked, his eyes searching for yours once again. you felt your cheeks heat up, unsure how to properly respond. “my roommate kind of dragged me here, i’ve never been to a place like this before.”, your voice was soft and timid, mentally punching yourself for the insecurities that leaked the more you spoke.
a spark of interest lit up in wonbin’s eyes. “really? well i’m glad you joined her, it’s always nice to see someone new every once in awhile, especially someone as beautiful as you.”, his flattery made your cheeks burn even more. you found yourself unable to break the eye contact once again.
your throat went dry as your mind raced to find an appropriate response, something your mother would approve. “i should find my friend.”, you managed, turning towards the door she’d disappeared through.
his hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist. his grip was firm but not painful. “i’m sure she’s still busy and i’m not done with you”, the contact sent a jolt through your body that felt like sin. you pulled your hand away, the heat lingering on your skin. “i don’t think this is appropriate.”
wonbin laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated against your skin. “baby we’re backstage at a rock show, appropriate left the building hours ago”, he crowded you against the wall, his arms caging you in. “let me guess, good christian girl never been to a bar, definitely never been fucked against a wall.”, your breath hitched at the vulgar words. “that’s disgusting.”
“is it?”, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “or im just being honest, i saw the way you looked at me on stage.”, tears of confusion began to fill your eyes. this is exactly what your parents warned you about, the devil’s temptation.
“i should go.”, you whispered, but your feet were glued to the ground below.
“stay.”, he murmured, his lips now tracing the line of your jaw. “let me show you a good time, how does that sound?”, his hand slid down to cup your ass, pulling you flushed against him. your knees went weak, no boy has ever touched you this way before. part of you was screaming to run, to pray and cleanse yourself of the unholy cravings that plagued your mind. but the other part is curious of what could happen.
you shook your head, too confused to form words. you stumbled away, your body humming with sensations you’ve never experienced before.
—
the silence in your dorm room stretched thin, each passing second threading to snap. your roommate leaned against her desk, arms crossed. her gaze was intense, making your skin prickle with goosebumps all over.
"something happened", she finally said. it wasn't a question, but an answer. she pushed off her desk and crossed the small space. "you've been weird since we left the bar.", you felt your throat tighten up. you shook your head, refusing to speak. "don't give me that, come on what happened?", she sat on the edge of your bed. "wonbin cornered you backstage, i saw the way he looked at you. almost like he wanted you."
your fingers twisted into the fabric of your skirt. the memory of his voice echoed in your mind. the devils temptation, promising you pleasure you had only read about in books your mother kept locked away. "he was just being friendly.", you whispered, but the lie did nothing to relief the stress you felt. your roommate laughed. "wonbin is never just 'friendly'.", she paused. "did he hurt you?"
you shook your head again, more forceful this time. no, he hadn't hurt you. he had awakened something you never thought was possible. "good.", she stood up, walking to the side of her room, rummaging through her bag. "because i'm going to give him your number."
your head snapped up. "what ? no you can't!", she rolled her eyes. "i can and i will!", her fingers glided across the phone screen. "he's been texting me nonstop since we left, he wants to know if you're ok, if he scared you off, if you're seeing anyone", she glanced up, a smirk plastering her face. "he's hooked, and honestly you could use a little rebellion in your life."
the protest died down in your throat. she was right, and the admission sent a wave of heat throughout your body. years of following the rules, of being a good daughter, the perfect student, the devoted Christian and in one night. an encounter with a bassist made you question everything. "there.", she slide her phone back into her purse. "done, now you have to decide what to do when he reaches out"
your phone buzzed on your nightstand, the sound echoed in the quiet dorm room. you stared at it, your heart hammering in your chest. it couldn't be him already, she just sent him your number. "answer it!!", she urged, her voice softening. "or at least send him a quick text message."
your hands trembled as you reached for the phone. the screen lit up with an unknown number, and beneath it, a message that made your breath catch in your throat.
'i'm sorry if i came on too strong tonight i'd really like to get to know you so coffee tomorrow?"
you read the message again and again, each word sent a jolt of excitement through you. this wasn't the same man that whispered sinful promises, this was someone entirely different.
'well?", she questioned, leaning over your shoulder. "what did he say?", you showed her the message, your hand shaking slightly. her eyebrows rose. "huh? maybe he's not the guy i thought he was", she paused. "or maybe he's smarter than i think he is" the words sent a shiver down your spine, but not entirely from fear. "are you going to respond?', she asked.
your thumb hovered over the keyboard, letters blurring into one another, tears welling in your eyes. everything in your body screamed no, this was wrong, a dangerous path that can lead you to hell. but another part wanted to know more. this was your chance to finally experience what you've yearned for.
before your nerves could take over you sent him a quick text.
'okay'
the reply came almost instantly.
'great i'll pick you up at 11 where?'
you gave him your dorm address, you set your phone down, your hands trembling so badly you had clasp them together. your roommate squeezed your shoulder. "it's just coffee, nothing will happen."
—
the next day was a blur of silent panic. your closet, usually a simple collection of modest blouses and jeans, nothing felt right. everything felt like a costume for a girl you no longer wanted to be. you finally settled on a soft grey sweater and your darkest pair of jeans. at 11 am sharp, a knock echoed on your door. your heart began pounding in your chest, your roommate shot you a look of encouragement. you took a breath, the air felt somewhat suffocating, but you opened the door.
he stood there, not in the leather get up you once saw him in. his hair was slightly messy, and when his eyes met yours, there was a small genuine smile. "you ready?", he asked. his voice vibrated though you. all you could do was nod, grabbing your bag and following him out.
the drive to the coffee shop was filled with a low instrumental playing in the background filling the silence. he didn't push a conversation, just quick glances at you every now and then. a look of patience and understanding that helped calm you than any words could have.
the coffee shop was small, tucked away on a quiet street. you chose a small table in the corner, and as you talked the awkwardness began washing away. he asked about your classes, your major, things that felt normal, almost like a lifeline to you. you found yourself opening up about your love for old literature, the way you loved well crafted music and he listened while his gaze was fixed on you, almost intoxicating.
as the conversation deepened, a knot of anxiety washed over you. you stared at you latte, "i've never done this before", you blurted out. your hands were trembling in your lap, you clenched them together to stop the shaking. "gone on a date. gone for coffee... with someone like you." you glanced at him. "it made made me scared it still does it's uncomfortable."
wonbin's expression didn't change to pity or annoyance, but understanding. he leaned forward, his voice dropping even lower than before. "i'm sorry.", he said. "i came on too strong it's... a defensive mechanism." he paused, "i was in a relationship for a long time she... she cheated on me and it ended badly publicly", he let out a sigh before continuing. "i swore i'd never let anyone get that close again it's easier to be that guy everyone wants but no one can have."
he looked up, his gaze making your breath catch. "but then i saw you standing in the crowd looking like you didn't belong in some mosh pit you weren't trying to get my attention you were just there and i wanted to get to know you not the rockstar not the performance just me and you.", he let out a self deprecating laugh. "i'm messing this up what i'm trying to say is, you're different and i want to see where this goes, but only if you want to."
the knot in your stomach loosened, replaced with a new warmth. you took in a deep breath, finally looking up at him. "okay", the same words from the text but this time it felt heavier, more significant. "i want to."
a slow smile spread across his face, the air between you both shifted to an unspoken understanding. you talked for what felt like hours, the conversation flowing easily, after the new form of vulnerability.
—
he walked you to the car, the silence comfortable. he stopped besides the passenger door, turning to face you. the space between you two felt electric. "can i kiss you?" you couldn’t find your voice, so you just nodded. he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away yet you stood there. the first touch was clumsy, noses slightly hitting each other, it was awkward, nothing like the perfect kisses you read about. but then his hand came up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.
he sighed, a soft sound of contentment, against your mouth, he titled his head deepening the kiss just slightly, still gentle. the awkwardness melted away and turned into something sweet. he lingered for a moment after it ended, his forehead resting against yours like he was cherishing this moment.
—
the months that followed the kiss felt like the books you've read about, each date felt like a new chapter of your life. he learned to map through your anxieties, slowly chipping away at the walls you had built for yourself. you learned the man beneath the rockstar was someone who was full of love and patience. tonight the trust you'd built into quiet certainty. you were ready.
wonbin had planned everything. he picked you up, a soft smile on his face as he took in the white dress you'd chosen. the date was perfect, a quiet rooftop candle lit dinner. it was so overwhelmingly perfect your throat tightened. no ne has ever treated you this way before.
he pulled out your chair, his gaze never leaving yours. throughout the meal, he talked about everything, but nothing at the same time. it made you feel like you two were the only ones in the world. as he poured you a glass of wine his fingers brushed against yours, which sent a jolt of electricity. the air grew thick of tension and desire, a silent promise.
the date ended, the ride back to his apartment was silent. your nerves began to swallow you whole. his hand rested on your thigh, a warm heavy weight that helped slightly snap you from your thoughts. you didn't speak, you placed your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. that was all the confirmation he needed.
inside the apartment, he finally spoke up, his expression was serious and soft. "are you sure", he asked, his voice barley over a whisper. you simply nodded, your heart hammering in your chest. he leaned in, the kiss was different than all the other kisses you shared, which made your knees weak. his hand cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth.
he lead you to the bedroom, undressing you with slowness. his fingers were careful, like he was scared to break you. your dress pooled at your feel, he laid you back on the bed, his eyes taking in your body. he kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck, your collarbones, between your breast. his mouth found your nipple, you gasped. your back arching into his touch, a wave full of pleasure washed over you. he paid attention to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud.
his hand slid down your stomach, his fingers dipping into your wet folds. you were already soaked, your body humming with desire. a feeling you never knew existed beyond the books you hidden from your mother. "please.", you whined out. he moved lower settling between your legs, he looked up at you all you could do was hide your face. "are you sure?", he asked full of concern. "of course."
the first touch of his tongue against your folds caused your jaw to drop. he licked and sucked, his hands holding your hips steady as you bucked against his face. he devoured you his tongue fucking your hole, his nose pressing against your clit. you let out a cry, trembling in his touch. "more..", you cried out, bucking your hips to meet his mouth. "i'm going to add a finger is that okay?", you nodded. wonbin added a finger, the stretch burned slightly , but you enjoyed every moment.
your body trembled, on the edge of your orgasm building in your core. wonbin noticed, adding a second finger, scissoring and stretching them. "cum for me, baby.", wonbin whispered, sucking harder on your clit. with a muffled moan, you came.
you were still trembling as he moved back over you, his body covering yours. you watched him as he removed his boxers, your breath catching in your throat a the sight of his size. his cock nudged at your slick entrance. he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "relax for me.", he murmured, kissing you softly.
he pushed forward, the stretch was intense, a sharp burning sting that made you tense up, he stilled immediately. "breathe.", he whispered against your lips. you did forcing yourself to relax, he pushed forward. inch by inch, filling you up completely until he was buried deep. the pain to fade, only to be replaced by a deep desire you felt the night you first met. he started to move, his strokes were slow and shallow, letting you adjust to the feeling.
the rhythm was built, a slow rocking that grew faster and deeper. "you feel so fucking good, so tight, so perfect.", your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, the slap of skin on skin, your breathless moans, and his deep groans. the pressure built again in your core, tighter and more intense than before. "wonbin!", you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulder. "i'm.. i'm gonna."
"cum for me", he commanded, his voice a low whisper. "let me feel you.", his words caused you to come undone. your body clenched around him as another orgasm washed over your, making you cry out his name. a few more thrust and he had followed, his boy going stiff as he buried himself deeply in you.
you lay tangled together, basking in the aftermath, your bodied slick with sweat, the air thick of the scent of sex. he pulled out gently seeing his cum mix with yours before pulling you into his arms.
your head rested on his chest, he titled your chin up and kissed you. a soft sweet kiss that tasted like you. he looked into your eyes, his express open and unguarded. "i love you.", he said, with no hesitation. your breath hitched, the words settled into the air. all your fears and hesitation, melted away. you reached up, cupping his face in your hand. your thumb stroking his jaw.
"i love you too wonbin.", you whispered, and the words felt right, felt true like the final chapter you've been waiting for.
90’s boy band au | freeuse!groupie!reader | smut (mdni)
“Don’t be shy, Baby,” Anton urged you in his soft voice. “Come closer.” He held the camcorder steady with one hand while reaching for your bare waist with the other. Your band t-shirt was long gone, now lost in the mess that was their hotel room. Not that you’d expect anything else from three young men. The youngest aimed the lens at your bra-covered breasts. Thumb rubbing over the hardening nub through the lacy fabric. You sighed lightly, head rolling back as your thighs pressed together. His fingers hooked on the garment’s hem and lifted it up, exposing every curve of your breasts. The camera focused on your pebbled nipples, reactive to his touch.
“God, she’s so fucking hot,” Sungchan breathed out, still lounging against one of the bed’s headboards. Cupping his growing erection with his hand. “Don’t forget to get her face. I want to see her reaction when she comes.” Anton made a comment to the older about being patient. They had agreed to take their time with you, and that’s exactly what they were doing. Your chest was already heaving when his lips attached themselves to the sensitive circle of dark skin. Gently sucking and rolling his tongue over it. You let out a loud uncontrollable moan. Your small hands gripping Anton’s broad shoulders.
“She sounds so pretty when she moans,” Wonbin whispered, watching everything with wide, hungry eyes from his spot on the couch. With no hesitation he took the camcorder out of the youngest’s hand. He leaned in, certain to capture the way the younger sucked on your breast and the contorted expression of pleasure on your face. You climbed onto Anton’s lap. All words leaving your brain as you ground your clothed core against his jean-clad thigh. “She wants to come so bad. Look at her, she can’t even speak.” Your moans ripped past your throat despite the way you were biting down on your bottom lip.
Sungchan took Wonbin’s hint when the younger gestured for him to take over as cameraman, slipping off the bed. Unconcerned about the prominent tent in his gray sweatpants. He knew he would get his turn soon enough. At the edge of the bed, he got a perfect view of Anton leaving hickies and love bites all across your chest, and Wonbin sliding you off the youngest’s lap, causing your back to arch. “Fuck,” Sungchan mumbled, feeling himself twitch at the way you allowed yourself to be manipulated into any position they wanted. The most perfect little whore for them. He couldn’t wait to have you to himself.
Wonbin pushed up the hem of your short skirt, revealing your ass in the smallest pair of lace panties. His steady hands pulled apart your thighs and cheeks, groaning at the noticeable dark patch and the glistening skin of your inner thighs. “Guys, she’s so wet right now.” He reached over to the oldest for the camcorder and made sure to get your drenched panties and fluttering hole on tape. He even took a swipe at the soiled fabric with his tongue. You scrambled forward into Anton’s embrace, a drawn-out whine escaping your parted lips. “Shh, I got you, Baby,” Wonbin said, handing the device back over to Sungchan, and soothingly ran his hands over the back of your thighs.
You squirmed under the hot possessive mouths of the two men. Anton firmly attaching his lips to your neck, leaving enough bruises to warrant a wellness check. Wonbin lapping up your essence. His knuckles brushing your salivating skin while pushing your panties aside. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you still as he ravaged your core. Fingers lowering to circle your clit. “Mm, my god. Anton-ah. ‘Nbin’!” You shouted their names through mouthfuls of saliva. Sungchan told you to scream louder and you did. The thought that there was other people in the rooms around you not even entering your brain. All you could think about was the growing tension in your abdomen and your impending release.
Sungchan tapped Wonbin’s shoulder. “Stretch her out a bit. She’ll never fit us if we don’t stretch her out first.” The oldest crouched down. With a shaky hand he zoomed the camera in on your dripping entrance, squelching around one of Wonbin’s blunt fingers, then another, and then another. “Taking it like a good girl,” Sungchan commented, giving your ass a solid smack. Wonbin quickly soothed the stinging red skin with his tongue. Never slowing down the pace of his fingers. Each thrust making you jerk forward with a whimper. Sungchan placed a large hand on your stomach, minimizing your movements. Your nails dug into Anton’s back. Legs shaking around Wonbin’s wrist.
Anton held your face in his hands. “You’re doing great for us, Baby.” His lips found yours in a sloppy kiss that you chased after he pulled away. “You can take a little more, right?” Voice barely above a whisper in your ear. Lips crashing into yours again. You nodded while moaning into the youngest’s mouth. “Good girl,” he pressed one last chaste kiss on your cheek before undoing the clasp of your bra. With gentle hands he removed the garment. Then mixed around the remnants of his spit over your nipples, adding to the pleasure you were receiving from Wonbin’s fingers.
“Okay, it’s time.” Sungchan declared suddenly. “She’s ready.” Just as you felt your release coming to its peak, the two other men untangled themselves from you. Wonbin shoved his slick covered fingers into your mouth before you could whine at the loss of friction. Still your complaints were loud and clear. The oldest lifted you onto your feet by a loose grip on your throat. A choked out sob escaped your lips as you were pressed — by his now free hand — against his bare chest. His skin hot. “Want to come?” Sungchan asked bluntly into your ear. You nodded, wide eyes taking in the two excited men in front of you: Wonbin licking the rest of your arousal off his fingers and Anton adjusting himself in his jeans while focusing the camera on your dazed expression, your head falling back onto Sungchan’s shoulder.
“Use your words, Baby. Or we stop right here,” the oldest warned. You managed a quiet ‘yes, I wanna come’. “Good.” He grabbed a hold of one of your hands, placing it over his painfully erect length. Even through the fabric of his sweatpants you could feel how heavy and hard he was. “Feel that? Feel how you make us, Baby?” For the first time since this whole little experience started, you could hear the desperation in Sungchan’s voice. “This can all be yours,” he ran your hand down the entirety of his length. Your mouth watering at just the thought of feeling it inside you. “Just be our good girl and we’ll fuck your gorgeous little brains out. Is that what you want? For your idols to fuck the living shit out of you?”
“Chan, maybe we shouldn’t be so—“
You cut off Anton’s objection with a firm: ‘yes.’ “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget everything except how full I am of all of you.” Your whole body trembled in excitement. Heart racing, core throbbing.
The three men shared a look. Different variations of smirks and sly smiles gracing their faces. “That, Baby,” Wonbin removed the camcorder from Anton’s grasp, setting it down on the TV stand, lens facing the bed, “we can do.”
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boyfriend Anton who forces you to rub against his abdomen even when you're already tired and overstimulated, skirt hiked up and panties ruined
I know he wold be so mean and sweet at the same time :(
"Just give me one more, pretty girl'', ''I know you can handle it" while helping you reach another climax with his big and firm hands on your hips
“Pretty,” Wonbin hummed in salacious awe, jaw slack, head thrown back on the sofa. His fingers curled around the back of your neck, thumb caressing your cheek as you tasted his hot salty skin. The rockstar saw you as nothing less than perfect. Submissive and eager. You’d let him whisk you away to his dressing room, ushering everyone else out. Let him pour you a drink, stroke your bare thighs, and explore every crevice of your mouth with his tongue. He didn’t even need to tell you to get on your knees, you did that on your own, yanking his jeans down with his boxers. Hands quick to wrap around his length, lips following shortly after.
It was something out of a fantasy. A feral comment you left online about fucking your idol. All the different ways you’d let him take you. All the things you wanted to do to him. Now you were living it. Your chest sticky from coconut rum and whipped cream, nipples painfully swollen and fresh bruises littering the soft skin of your breasts. Red handprints on your thighs and ass, hardly covered by your tiny panties. The thin fabric practically ruined by your overflowing arousal and how hard you had been grinding on his rough jeans. You wanted him to leave a lasting impression on you and your body. You wanted to walk away a changed woman.
“Just like that, Baby,” he groaned. Your lips finally stretched around his girth, after kissing and giving small licks from his base to his tip. The way you rubbed your face against him — almost affectionate in your blatant, insatiable desire — made him throb uncontrollably. Veins prominent and thick. An inexplicable fondness directing his gaze and touch. Wonbin combed his fingers through your hair, collecting the strands to move them away your face and where the drool started to drip down your chin. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” You hummed around him, causing his length to twitch in your mouth.
Wonbin did taste good, musky and masculine. Your nails dug into his hips, cheeks hollowing out to fit more of him inside. A part of you was glad that you had drank all that alcohol before, otherwise you would have been too anxious, thinking about the other women he had been with. How many had been in this exact same position for him? Were they better at this than you? You wanted to be the best, be his favorite. But your drunk mind didn’t allow you to overthink. Just focus on his praises and the firm grip he had on your hair. “Fuck, Baby. You were made for this.” His words went straight to your dripping core, clenching around nothing. You bobbed your head, swirled your tongue, needing more of his praise.
He became impatient once your moans turned into quiet gags and whimpers, pushing your head forward so that his length went farther down your throat. “So fucking tight for me.” His eyes peeled open for a moment, taking in your erotic position. Kneeled in front of him, tears streaming from your fluttering eyes, pink lips glistening with drool and precome that flowed down your chin, the column of your throat, and onto your bouncing breasts. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips up to match your pace. So close to his release just by looking at you. “Be a good girl for me, Baby.” The stretch burned the back of your throat, but you obediently held still, mouth wide, tongue flat, as he chased his high.
His actions stuttered for a second, your nose pressed to his lower abdomen. You anticipated his delicious release painting your throat white, but it didn’t come. He let out a shaky breath then quickly pulled out of your mouth. Hand jerking himself tightly while the hot substance landed on your chest. Face twisted up in pleasure, Wonbin let out a long loud groan. You accepted his messy offering, relishing in the warm sensation. When you felt he was almost done, you snuck your lips around his red tip and suckled the last bit of the salty release. A breathy chuckle escaped him, amused by the innocent gleam in your eye as you seductively cleaned him up with tiny swipes of your tongue. “My favorite fangirl,” he sighed, caressing your cheek.
You watched as he removed his shirt. Sweat covered abs and chest now full on display. He bunched up the material, going to wipe up the sticky mess on your skin but you vehemently shook your head. “Don’t. It’s like my own personal version of your autograph.” Wonbin’s grin was wry. Eyebrows raising in intrigue. He could just cover you in whipped cream and call you his sweetest, consume you for the rest of his days. His index finger settled above your breasts, writing his famous signature in the viscous mixture. You excitedly parted your lips when he demanded for you to ‘open up’ for him. He seemed pleased by the way you sucked his finger clean.
Wonbin pulled you onto his lap, mouth crashing into yours in an instant. Commanding. “How about another autograph, Baby?” He whispered with a crude smirk. Length already pressing against your clothed core. “Let’s make this one permanent, so I have another reason to come back.”
tags ⋮ smut one shot. established relationship. masochism. verbal degradation. face slapping. dry humping. non-penetrative sex. begging. edging. overstimulation. mommy kink?[usage of the word] hair pulling. pics 4 aesthetic purposes only.
notes ⋮ requested! first time posting a request kinda scared and nervous.. (ó﹏ò｡) AH! i hope it's okayyy, anon ily thank you i hope you enjoy it especially. sorry if it's too long because i actually cannot stfu and i love adding unnecessary lore to stuff and i think i have an issue with being too descriptive.. idk lolol (,,¬﹏¬,,) as always feedback IS appreciated, would love more advice with writing these kind of fics, what to incorporate/make better etc.
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you’ve been in a pissy mood lately. you couldn’t help it, you were intensively working 30 hours a week while simultaneously focusing on finishing school—but the downside effects really started to show. the sleep deprivation and loneliness was really creeping up, and your emotions came out uglier than you expected.
you tried your best to keep it cool—going home every night to the sweetest boy who was nothing but supportive and loving helped, but you still had your moments where you’d snap. the one sided quarrels would never last long, but they became very frequent. the exhausting nothing arguments always ending with sorrys all around, it made you feel terrible, being so mean towards wonbin for no reason other than personal problems you put yourself in, but it made you wonder why after all this time, he stayed. he was always there, waiting like a loyal animal, ready to take on what you had going on, okay with being a personal punching bag. and although your guilt was always there, a part of you felt nice seeing that sheep look in his expression, timid and helpless.
you two had been together for a while now, first meeting during the previous summer, one drunken night at a party. he was a bit more reserved compared to the crowd, sticking out from the rest, but when you both bumped into each other, you found an unexpected sweet yet silly personality. that night you took him home, and that started a relationship.
you guys would have sex often, at least as often as you could, though, it may have been a bit more on the harsh side of the spectrum. you could get a little rough.. but he never opposed, always letting you steer. you believed you never went too far, staying in the realm of ‘reasonable’, but today was a day.
the day starts at 4AM, the daily fatigue follows as you get ready to head off, grabbing a quick meal then attending classes. you were working on a crucial group project, but to your surprise, the group had found empty files in an application. after seeing the backup system fail, your group discussed with the instructor on what to do, but the instructor insisted on starting all over again on the missing files. with the situation, you extended your school work time until you had to show for work, leaving zero break in between. work was busy. it was always busy, but today, the body count in the building seemed to be amplified, the stress causing you to feel overwhelmed, but you pulled through. and in the end, you were extremely exhausted but eager to head home. when you drive, it was maybe a bit faster than usual, but you were not speeding at a deadly number. but of course it doesn’t matter anyways, a police officer pulling you over to give a 350$ ticket. god. your blood was boiling. today the world had a target on your back, and seeing wonbin’s face was not soothing the anger, especially when he didn’t follow through with your request.
“beautiful!” he greets in a warm tone, going in to wrap his arms around you. you leaned into the hug, your head snuggled against his chest, sighing at the first comforting moment of the day, but you don’t hug back, too tired to raise your arms. a while passes and he slowly pulls away, resting his hands on your shoulders, circling his thumbs to give a light massage. your eyes were closed, savoring the brief period of calm for as long as you could. you finally speak, words coming out sluggish and low, “hi binnie.. how was your day”, “you know, the same”. you chuckle, shaking your head slightly. your eyes open, they traveling to his welcoming eyes then his heartwarming meek smile, you reciprocate, giving a similar smile back.
a yawn escapes you as you move from his touch, kicking your shoes off to head towards the kitchen, but you stop in your tracks before you fully enter. a brown package with a note laying on top sits in the same position you had left it in this morning, staring at you from the counter. you involuntarily clench your fist, jaw now forward, blinking continuously in disbelief as the package you specifically told him to drop off at the postal somehow is still in your vicinity. you didn’t want to start, but you temper was shorter than short, “what the fuck wonbin.”
he was already leisurely following behind you, but his footsteps were now even more slow after hearing he was in trouble. you turn, biting your cheek, staring deep into his soul, “what the fuck did i tell you last night?”. his face goes pale when he notices the reason why you’re upset—you can tell he’s feeling embarrassed. “answer me.” you commanded, stepping closer towards his direction. he tenses, averting his gaze, “i-i’m so sorry i completely forgot.. i was rushing this morning, i’m sorry..”, “can you say ANYTHING else?? can’t follow a simple fucking task and sorry is all that comes out of your fucking mouth. IT NEVER CHANGES ANYTHING WONBIN. god damnit!..” you exploded with no remorse. wonbin’s lip trembles slightly, wetness in his eyes, exhaling softly before rushing to speak again, “i know it was important and i’m sor-“ his sentence cut off by a powerful blow, the sound bouncing off the walls. you freeze at his wince, you’ve never hit him during a fight, and you’ve never hit him that hard before.
his hand shoots to his cheek and he holds it for a couple seconds before breathing. he slowly turns to look at you, your expression finally showing a little grief. it’s silent. it’s crushing you. so, you’re the first to disrupt the quiet, your breath a little shaky, “i-im so- um.. i didn’t mean to do that.. i-i didn’t mean for it to..” you’re thoughts sputtering as you try to form a full sentence. the look on his face wasn’t helping, it was completely unreadable. your eyes wandered down nervously, expecting your gaze to hit the floor until you noticed. there was a visibly taut area in his pants. as you stare, every notion you had about the situation was thrown out the window. wonbin’s body shifts, causing your eyes to reach back up to his. you cross your arms and shift your weight to slightly lean on one of your hips, the guilt in your expression immediately fading. with fast pace, wonbin moves his hand from his cheek to the front of his pants. “what’s the point in trying to cover something i’ve already seen” you say out loud with confidence. you pause to see if he’d respond, when he doesn’t, you speak again in a tone that presents more authority, “what’s that about.” he fix’s his posture, clearing his throat, “i don’t know..”, you’re battling off a small smirk from showing on your face, but you couldn’t hold it off much longer.
it’s silent again, although this time the vibes have completely shifted. he sighs, this time choosing to speak first, “i.. don’t know why that happened.. i’m s-“ as soon as he sounded out the first letter you gave another slap before tucking your hand back below the pit. he stumbled to the side, quickly catching himself, the wince this time sounding more whiny. “you like this don’t you park wonbin” your voice sultry, “just say that.”
he keeps his head down until you order, “look at me.” he shouts up to meet your gaze, a light rosé color starting to appear. “say it.” you persist while he refuses to speak. his breathing is heavy, his length still pressing hard against his pants. you step forward to close the space, roughly grabbing his face from below his chin with one hand to squish the lower half of his face. when you see the forced puckered lips, you can’t help but to kiss, forcibly moving your tongue past any border. he doesn’t shy away, instead leaning into it, allowing you to devour his face as he whimpers in response. you eventually move both hands to his shoulders, pushing the broad figure back hard to break the kiss, “say it binnie.” you say ever so teasingly. he stumbled back quite a bit, but you move forward to regain closeness. quiet as a mouse he says, “what..”, before quickly receiving another hard slap. “stop acting like a fucking moron.” you lashed with bruteness. “i-i like it..” he finally admits, the harsh color slowly growing deeper, the wetness his eyes carried becoming tears.
you return your hands to his shoulder and push him backwards, leading him a couple steps to land in the living. once you reach the couch, you push him down to sit, his eyes never leaving you. “you like it huh?” you tease, “you like when i hurt you?”. you see a slight nod, a move he probably did subconsciously as you straddle his lap, the skirt you had on lifting, your underwear against him. you move your hips forward, moving your arms to reach the back of his head, gripping his hair to yank his head back. a moan escapes him, his eyes slammed shut. you repeat, loosening the grip and moving back, just to grind forward again, pulling his hair harder—rewarded with a shakier moan.
“open your eyes.” you still, your head hovering over his. he obeys, blinking at you with a desperate look, then you grind again. he shuts his eyes at the sensation only to receive another blow on the cheek that hasn’t been hit, “open your eyes.”. he whines, blinking away wetness as his hands grip your hips hard. you stare for a moment, taking in the pitiful scene–god he was sexy like this. the desire was antagonizing, your mind cleared from any misfortunes as they were pacified by the docile man beneath you.
you crash your lips into his, moving your hands down his torso to fiddle with his belt. the makeout was intense, you gave him no time to breathe as you finally unbuckled his belt. your hands travel up again, each one landing to sandwich his face, never breaking the kiss. you lightly caress the reddish soft skin causing a huff to escape his lips.
you give him a break, resting your forehead on his with a shit-eating grin plastered across your face. “is it too much?” you whisper. he slightly shakes his hand no, but you like to tease, “speak binnie.”. he locks eyes with you, softly exhaling, preparing himself to use his words, “..no”. “no what?” you grind forward again, moving your hands back to where they were, yanking his hair, now planting kisses on the side of his neck. he weakly exhales, moving his hands up to your waist, applying rough pressure. “mommy…” wonbin falters, his voice quiet, sounding as though he’s suppressing his whimpers. you give him only a few more kisses before sitting up straight, moving to rest your hands on his shoulders before whacking him across the face, “don’t say it like a fucking loser,” you whack again, he moans, “be proud of how pathetic you are.”. his chest is heaving, breath unsteady as he looks up at you with deer-like watery eyes, “y-yes m-mommy” he starts still meekly. “try again”, “yes mommy,” his tone more sure but his breath still uneven, “i’m sor-“ you whack him again, “is that the only word you fucking know?”.
he bites down hard on his lip, slamming his eyes shut allowing a tear to escape. his head was tilted from the impact and he doesn’t move to fully face you yet, the evidence on the side of his face looking right at you. you raise a little to stand on your knees a bit, his hips in between you. you move his chin so he can face you, “move them down for me?” you requested in a more sweeter tone. he obeys instantly, taking the pressure off your waist to shove his pants. you look down to see a wet spot on his underwear as you bite back a devious smile, letting your eyes travel back to his while you quickly lower before he could take the second layer off.
you hum, really feeling the pressure now, the length making you feel the butterflies even through the layer of cloth. it caused you to quickly unbutton the first two studs of the fitted collared shirt you wore to expose your cleavage before moving your hips, this time at a slow but steady continuous pace. “fuck.. yes..” wonbin whines, rising his hands once more to cup the side of your boobs, unable to contain himself. you couldn’t control yourself either, letting the softest moans slip out, “you’re such a good boy you know that?” you breathe out, moving your hands to his neck. your hold is firm, but not hard enough to cut his airway, but tight enough for him to know his place as you press your lips against his.
you up the pace, wonbin’s noises becoming more loud and desperate, whining in between each kiss as he continues to breathe out the same word over and over again, “mommy.. mommy.. ah- fuck.. keep going.. yes mommy.. fuck..”. “are you close?” you whisper in his mouth, receiving an immediate nod—so you stop.
you add slightly more pressure to his neck, “you’re so fucking disgusting you know that?” you say, pausing before lifting one hand off his neck to give another unexpected strike across his face. he shuts his eyes hard and lets out a loud groan, his body going stiff. “is that really the longest you can last, huh?”, he furrowed his brow, trying to hold back. there’s a short pause until wonbin’s voice comes out extremely shaky, barely audible, “i-i’m sorry..” you slap him again and immediately force his face to face back at you, squeezing his cheeks from below his chin, “do i need to beat that word out of you?”, he almost cries out, “no mommy.. fuck....”. his body shifts again, the grip on your side boob getting harder, his short nails somehow digging into your skin through your shirt.
you slowly rise to stand on your knees one last time. this time, you move your own hands to reach his boxer briefs, pushing them down slightly closer to his knees the best you could and immediately wrapping one hand against him, slightly circling the tip that is covered in his own slick. “god.. please..” he bursts out, his body looking as though he’s pushing himself against the couch. “pathetic.” you grumble low, watching him break down before you—he can’t even open his eyes, yet tears stream down as he begs, “please.. please.. mommy please..”
you move your underwear to the side for a second, lowering again and inviting his cock to sit snugly against you, then covering it by moving your panties back. you huff in his face, the butterflies fluttering faster from the contact as you move up and down against him. he chokes on his sobs, his voice cracking at every movement, “please.. please mommy i-i’ll do anything.. please i-i’m.. i’ll be a good boy.. oh god..”. your pace is consistent, never slowing down no matter how much he begged, and the wet sounds making you moan in his face. he couldn’t take it anymore, with a long series of whiny whimpers, his body locks, hot cum filling up your underwear as you continued to ride him through his high.
wonbin looked a mess, his face contorting, the redness extremely noticeable along with a layer of sweat glistening on him. you couldn’t stop, you were close and you couldn’t help yourself, the beautiful scene making you do it—giving him another slap to add to another layer of rosé, “god, you have no self control huh..” you say, voice coming out similar to a whisper, before crashing your lips on his, holding his tender face with both your hands.
it finally hits you, the knot in your stomach unraveling causing you to rapidly slow down until you hit a complete stop, moaning loudly in his mouth. wonbin was trying to catch his breath, both your heavy panting syncing as you rested your forehead on his for a while. when the intensity passes, you tilt your head to lay soft kisses on his face, “are you okay?” you cooed sweetly as though nothing happened. his breathing is still unstable, but he nods a yes and drags his hands to reach your back, then gives a tight hug, “i love you.. i’m sorry”, you giggle, then bite onto his earlobe at that word.
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Please make it yummier !!
I can't stop thinking about christian boyfriend (Eunseok, Sungchan, or Wonbin) who wants to keep you both pure until marriage.
He's so serious about it, but he also doesn't mind keeping his hands and mouth on your breasts whenever he has the chance; after all, it's just affection, right?
He also doesn't mind you rubbing against him when you're alone; after all, you were still dressed. It was just innocent contact between lovers who loved each other very much, right?
Until one day he furtively frees his dick from his underwear and positions it between your thighs, but that wasn't a problem either, since sex without penetration isn't a sin, right?
୨⎯ Sinful ⎯୧
✎: bf!sungchan x fem!reader
wc — 700
warnings & content — MDNI, explicit sexual content, established relationship, religious themes (purity culture, waiting until marriage), tension, yearning, teasing, dry humping, outercourse, thigh sex, clitoral stimulation, praise kink, pet names, orgasm (f & m), religious guilt undertones, cum on sheets/panties, emotional intimacy.
note — My first request! I hope u like it. I tried my best :))
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What is a sin?
A sin is any thought, action, or attitude that goes against moral, spiritual, or divine law—often resulting in separation from God or moral wrongdoing.
To you and your boyfriend, though, a sin feels different. It’s everything you want to do. A feverish love blooming between you both—the yearning, the tension, the quiet ache of desire.
You want to give in. But your boyfriend is adamant about keeping you both pure until marriage.
That doesn’t mean he keeps his hands to himself.
Whenever he comes over, his hands are always on you. His mouth finds your chest, leaving soft kisses and teasing touches. Long, slow make-out sessions where you grind against him, feeling how much he wants you.
But never more.
…Until today.
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You’re lying in bed with Sungchan, the two of you watching a movie innocently in his room. His hand drifts absentmindedly between your stomach and your chest—his quiet way of showing affection.
That is, until a sex scene appears on screen.
Sungchan flicks your nipple lightly.
“Channie…” you moan softly. “Can’t we just do it?” You hesitate, too shy to even say the word. “Is it so bad that two people who love each other want to give themselves to each other before marriage?”
“Baby, come on,” he murmurs. “You know my opinion on this. I promise it won’t be much longer. I want to make you my wife as soon as possible… and be the one to take your innocence on that special day.”
He presses a kiss to your neck, his hand squeezing you gently, and you huff in frustration.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff, right?” he adds, grinding against you.
You let out a soft moan at the contact. “Can I try something, baby?”
“Yes…” you breathe.
He slides your shorts down slightly, leaving your underwear on, then moves behind you. You frown in confusion as he settles into a big spoon position, so you glance back.
And freeze.
You’ve felt him before, sure—but seeing him like this, in the dim light… it’s different. It makes your stomach twist.
“Chan… what are you doing?” you whisper.
He smirks softly. “Trust me, baby. Just… open your legs a little.”
You hesitate, then do as he says.
A second later, you feel him—warm, firm—sliding between your thighs, pressing your legs together for friction.
Your breath stutters.
He starts moving, slow at first.
His hand finds your chest again, thumb brushing over your nipple as he presses closer, his breathing already uneven.
A soft sound escapes you, your body reacting instinctively.
“Feels good?” he murmurs near your ear.
You nod, unable to form words at first.
As he keeps moving, the tension builds—your body heating up, your thoughts getting hazy.
Your hand starts to drift lower, but he gently catches it.
“Wait… let me,” he whispers.
He adjusts slightly, moving closer, pressing himself fully against your clothed core.
“Fuck… baby…” he breathes. “You feel so good like this…”
“Chan… it feels… really good…” you manage, your voice trembling.
He presses his face into your neck, alternating between soft kisses and quiet breaths, his movements getting faster, less controlled.
Everything feels overwhelming—the closeness, the warmth, the way he’s holding you like he doesn’t want to let go.
His hand finally moves lower, adding just enough pressure to your clit make your body jolt.
You gasp, your body tightening as the feeling builds too quickly.
“I—Chan—I’m gonna—”
You don’t even finish.
The sensation crashes over you, your body going still for a moment as you cling to it.
A second later, he follows—his movements stuttering, a few more thrusts and cums, groaning every time his seed shoots out, covering his bedsheets and your panties in his release.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
Just breathing.
Just feeling.
Eventually, he relaxes beside you, still close, still holding you.
“Well…” he mutters softly, a small laugh slipping through.
“That was… something.”
You turn your head slightly. “How did you even think of that?”
He pauses, then smiles faintly.
“Well…” he murmurs, brushing your hair back gently.
she's all shy and barely talks with him, always looking at his shoes and agreeing with everything he says just to end the conversation fast
but everynight he listens her tearful moans, Sungchan find so cute and sad at the same time
she looked so dissatisfied and disperated to cum, he could imagine her little fingers, the tiny hands that cold barely open a jar of jam alone. poor thing, she could barely satisfy herself on her own...
how cold Sungchan not get inside her room and show what she deserved for wake him up everynight?
i know he wold be so mean and loving at the same time ''look at my little girl, can't even cum alone, i´ll take care of this for you baby'' :(
after this she wold never had to deal with anything alone
aged up! dilf! sungchan x inexperienced! virgin! f. reader
꩜ synopsis: in which sungchan’s patience has always been your safety net—until the night you climb into his lap and finally ask him to teach you how to be his.
꩜ warnings: mdni!! first time, size/experience gap, lap makeout, praise, gentle guidance, fingering, protected sex, slow sex, aftercare
꩜ notes: this is lowkey inspired by this dean winchester fic that was like the best piece of literature i’ve ever read on this app :3 wc: 2.7k
you end up in his lap without thinking about it. you always do.
arms looped around his neck, knees bracketing his hips, your cheek pressed to the soft cotton of his tee while the lamp throws a warm circle across the living room. it’s late and quiet, the kind of quiet that makes the air feel thicker. sungchan’s palm strokes your back, slow, steady lines you can time your breathing to. every third pass, he tucks a stray curl behind your ear like muscle memory. every fourth, he squeezes your waist like he’s reminding you he’s there.
“you’re heavy,” he murmurs, warm at your temple.
“am not,” you mumble into his shoulder, but you shift and he laughs, the low sound rumbling under your palms.
his laugh fades when you tilt your face up and kiss him.
it starts soft because you’re soft—always careful, always checking—but the second his mouth parts, the second he sighs a little against your lip, something tilts. your fingers fist in his shirt. his hand spreads at your spine. the kiss deepens like a tide.
you break first, breath catching, and he doesn’t chase. he just looks at you the way he always has: patient, steady, like nothing you could do would startle him. it only makes your heart hammer harder.
“okay?” he asks, voice quiet. not a roadblock—just a hand held out.
you nod, then shake your head, then nod again. “i… i want—”
“use your words,” he says, and his thumb strokes along your jaw so lightly it makes your eyes sting. “tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“you,” you whisper. it falls out of you easier than you thought it would, like truth does. “i want you.”
his eyes soften and sharpen at the same time. “yeah?”
“yeah.” you lick your lips, nerves fluttering. “i’ve just never… you know.”
“i know.” his smile is small and real. “and we go slow. you don’t have to impress me. you just have to be with me.”
you breathe out, a shaky little sound that makes his hand tighten at your waist. “okay.”
“can i kiss you again?” he asks.
“please.”
he does, a little deeper this time, a fraction hungrier, like he’s letting you feel what he holds back. when he pulls away, he doesn’t stray far; his mouth lingers at your cheekbone, your jaw, a soft path toward your neck. everywhere he goes, you follow—jaw tipping, chest lifting, breath stuttering when he finds the place below your ear that makes your toes curl.
“pretty,” he murmurs against your skin. “you make the prettiest sounds.”
“don’t,” you breathe, mortified.
“i don’t mean it to tease.” he presses a kiss to the apology he hears in your tone. “i mean it because it’s true.”
his hands map the edges he’s allowed: over your ribs, down your sides, across your thighs where your shorts have ridden up. when he squeezes the soft at the top of your leg, you jolt, a tiny gasp escaping before you can stop it. heat flashes up your neck.
“hey.” he stills, lets you feel the stillness. “breathe. we’re not in a rush.”
you nod, swallow, and deliberately sink your weight onto him. he makes a sound he didn’t mean to make, a muted groan right against your collarbone, and your stomach drops like you stepped off a ledge.
“sungchan?”
“mm?”
“you… you can touch me,” you say, the words nearly a whisper, like they’re shy to be heard. “if you want. i want you to.”
he sits up a fraction. you’re inches from each other. the lamp hums, the night presses close at the windows, and his eyes are the only thing you can focus on.
“i always want to,” he says. “but i only will if you want me to. is that now?”
you exhale, a shaky laugh tucked in the middle of it because he’s exactly who you thought he was. “that’s now.”
“okay.” he touches your cheek with his knuckles first, that gentlest of starts, and when you lean into it, his palm cups your jaw. “i’m going to ask you things. you don’t have to explain—just nod or say yes or no. and if you need me to stop, you say stop. not because we’re playing a game,” he adds, mouth tilting, “but because i’ll stop.”
“okay.” your voice steadies on the repetition. “okay.”
he kisses you once more. then his hand slides under the hem of your shirt.
your breath catches automatically. he pauses automatically.
“okay?” he murmurs, fingers warm at your waist.
“okay,” you say, and you mean it.
he lifts your shirt in inches, waiting. when it clears your ribs, you raise your arms and let him take it. the lamp paints you in honey; you’ve never felt so seen. he looks for a moment—not greedy, not clinical, just memorizing—and then he bends and kisses the center of your chest. you stutter on a breath.
“you’re beautiful,” he says into your skin. “you know that?”
“i’m trying to learn it,” you admit, and his laugh is soft against you.
“let me teach you, then.”
he does it with his mouth first, open and warm as it finds the swell of your breast. his hand cups you, thumb stroke-light, and when his lips close around your nipple you gasp so sharply he hums. the pull is gentle and sure, not asking for anything from you except the sound you’re already making. you grip his shoulders; he sucks again; your hips rock before you know they’re moving.
he lifts his head, breathing a little rougher. “that felt good?”
you nod, dazed. “feels like… like it’s too much and not enough.”
“that’s the part i help with,” he says, and there’s a smile in his voice that you can’t see. “may i touch you lower?”
you want to be braver than a nod. “yes.”
“over your shorts?” he asks. “or inside?”
your mouth opens and closes. you force yourself to look at him. “inside,” you say, steadier than you feel. “please.”
he squeezes your thigh like a reward. then he does something that startles a little laugh out of you: he reaches for his ring, slides it off, takes your hand by the wrist and, with such carefulness it makes your throat tight, eases the ring onto your thumb where it sits a little big and a little perfect.
“keep that on,” he says, kissing the knuckle below it. “so you don’t worry about me scratching you.”
“oh,” you say, stupidly, because there’s something so intimate about his ring on your hand you can’t find other words. “okay.”
“pretty,” he says again, and then his hand slips into your shorts.
you’re already wet. the contact makes a sound you’re not prepared for, slick and soft and obscene in the quiet room. you bury your face in his shoulder, mortified, but his arm tightens around you like he loves it.
“that’s mine,” he murmurs, and the possessive is so gentle you only feel safe. “all that. that’s for me.”
his fingers explore without hurry. one stroke, another, mapping the length of you, the dip, the plush at the top that makes your thighs jump. when he circles your clit the first time, he barely touches you; when you breathe out hard, he smiles against your temple.
“there you go. that’s the place, isn’t it?”
“yes,” you whisper, the word shaking. “oh—god, yes.”
“look at me,” he says softly. you do, even though your lashes are heavy and your cheeks are hot. his eyes are dark and warm and steady. “good girl,” he says, like he’s handing you a gift.
you keen a little. his thumb circles. his other fingers slide down, gather slick, return. he builds nothing and everything: a slow sweetness, a rhythm you catch without trying. you rock into his hand; he follows you; he murmurs little nothings that are really everything.
“that’s it,” he says. “you’re doing so well. you can hold me as tight as you want.”
“can i—” you swallow, dizzy. “can i feel your fingers?”
“inside?” he asks. “yes. breathe for me first.”
you do. he kisses your mouth while his middle finger slides in, impossibly careful, impossibly patient. the first stretch makes your brows knit; he feels the way you tense and stills immediately, thumb going light on your clit, mouth pressing into your cheek.
“you’re okay,” he says, and you must be because you are. “tell me when it starts to feel good. i can wait all night.”
“it— it’s starting,” you whisper, the words catching on a moan when he curls just a little.
“there,” he says, pleased. “there you are.”
he moves in shallow strokes, unhurried, never chasing. when you melt, he adds a second finger, and your shocked little sound has him groaning under his breath. you cling to his shoulders, ring cool against his skin, and he works you open with a reverence that makes your chest ache. you don’t know when the edge finds you—somewhere between his thumb circling you and his mouth at your jaw and the slow, sure slide of his fingers—but when it arrives, it blots out the room.
“sungchan,” you whisper, high, desperate, “i think— i think i’m—”
“you are,” he says, voice so soft you don’t realize you’re crying until he kisses a tear. “let go for me, sweetheart.”
you do. it’s messy and quiet and everything. your body breaks, and he holds you together, murmuring “that’s it, that’s it, good girl, so good, i’ve got you” as you tremble through it. when your breathing stutters back into rhythm, he eases his fingers out and cups you with his palm, grounding, gentle. your sweat slicks your temple where it rests under his mouth.
“was that okay?” he asks, after a while.
“better than okay,” you say, voice small and awed. “that was… i didn’t know it could be like that.”
“it can be like anything with us,” he says simply. “do you want to stop here tonight?”
you do not. the want is so stark you flinch from it. “i— i want more,” you admit, like you’re confessing to a crime. “i want you inside.”
his breath goes ragged. his hand tightens at your hip. then he nods like he’s steadying himself. “okay. then we’ll do that.”
you expect the world to spin; it doesn’t. he keeps it careful. he shifts you off his lap only long enough to fetch the little box from the drawer, the one that’s been there and unopened for months because he never pushes. you feel shy when he tears the foil, shy when he rolls the condom on, shy when you glance down and realize just how big he is—how much of him there is to learn.
he sees the way your eyes widen and reaches for your hand. the ring glints on your thumb. he threads his fingers through yours.
“you tell me to stop at any point,” he says. “i mean that.”
you nod, dazed and certain all at once. “okay.”
he lies back, draws you over him, keeps one hand on your hip, the other cradling your nape so you can hide if you need to. he fits himself at your entrance and waits. you breathe. you nod. he presses in.
the world narrows. your breath catches. your body resists, then yields. he goes slow enough that you could count the seconds between shallow pushes, slow enough that you feel everything and somehow don’t drown. pain bites at the edges, but the warmth in his voice catches it and turns it into something else.
“good,” he says. “breathe, baby. that’s it. you’re taking me so well.”
“you’re too—” you gasp, then bite your lip hard enough to sting. “i mean— i can feel… all of you.”
“i know.” his laugh is strangled. “i can feel all of you too.”
when he’s fully sheathed, he stops. it’s not for him; it’s for you. he stares at your face like it’s the only piece of the universe he needs to read, and when your muscles stop fluttering and your brows ease and your lips part on a sigh that sounds more like pleasure than pain, he closes his eyes for one long breath.
“okay?”
you blink, slow. “okay. more than okay.”
“if i move—”
“please,” you say, and he does.
not much, not a brutal rhythm, just the kind of slow slide that shows your body what it can do. you feel impossibly full and impossibly safe. you feel owned and worshiped at the same time. he watches you like the sky opened in his living room. he keeps your hands pinned gently to either side of your head so you can hold on without hiding your face, and every time you make a noise he murmurs something back.
“that’s my girl.”
“look at me.”
“you’re perfect.”
“you’re doing so well.”
“i’ve got you.”
you believe him. your hips are clumsy at first, then more sure as you learn the tempo he sets. when he angles his pelvis and hits a deep place you didn’t know you had, you cry out so loud you yelp and clamp your mouth shut. his smile breaks across his face like summer.
“don’t hide them,” he says, breath catching as you squeeze around him. “give me everything.”
you do. the sounds you make are ugly and beautiful. you think you say his name and a thank you at the same time. when you begin to fall apart the second time, it’s not because of the rhythm or the angle or the heat—it’s because he kisses your mouth, slow and sure, right as the wave crests, and you realize you’ve never felt safer during anything.
“let go for me,” he says again, voice frayed. “please.”
you do. you shatter like softened glass, your body clenching around him so tightly he groans, the sound punched out of him. he stutters, swears, buries his face at your jaw. you feel him follow you, hips jerking once, twice, a harsh breath breaking into a moan as he comes. he keeps kissing you through it, heady and helpless.
silence after is a cocoon. the lamp hums. the world exists somewhere else.
he doesn’t leave you. he strokes your hair back, thumbs beneath your eyes to swipe at dampness you didn’t feel fall. you breathe into his mouth. he breathes into yours. eventually, he eases out, ties off the condom, disappears long enough to toss it, and returns with a warm cloth and a glass of water you didn’t realize he’d put on the side table.
“mean,” you whisper, blinking at the ceiling while he cleans you with such care your throat tightens again. “you prepared.”
“i hoped.” he presses a kiss to your knee like it’s a thank you. “never assumed.”
you tip the water to your mouth, and his hand is there under the glass like he can’t not take care of you. when you set it down, he catches your left hand and slides his ring off your thumb, turns it once, then—after a beat—slides it right back on.
“keep it for tonight,” he says. “until you fall asleep. just so you remember you did something brave and you did it with me.”
your eyes burn. you pull him down and kiss him, softer than any kiss so far. when he rolls onto his side, you go, easy as a tide, and fit yourself to him like you’ve been practicing all your life.
“did i do okay?” you ask, ridiculously small.
he makes a sound like a laugh and a groan. “you wrecked me, sweetheart.”
heat floods your cheeks. he catches it and kisses it, then tucks your head under his chin, palm stroking your back in those same steady lines from earlier, as if nothing’s changed and everything has.
“i’ll be sore,” you say, mostly to fill the space because the quiet is so big.
“i’ll draw your bath in the morning,” he answers without thinking, like of course he will. “and make you that tea you pretend you don’t like.”
you nudge his ribs. “you’re a bully.”
“i’m yours,” he says, and the words settle like a blanket over a chair—obvious, right where they belong.
you drift first, hand heavy on his chest, ring a cool circle against his skin. before sleep takes you all the way, you feel his mouth at your hairline, the whisper there so soft you might have dreamed it:
I can't stop thinking about christian boyfriend (Eunseok, Sungchan, or Wonbin) who wants to keep you both pure until marriage.
He's so serious about it, but he also doesn't mind keeping his hands and mouth on your breasts whenever he has the chance; after all, it's just affection, right?
He also doesn't mind you rubbing against him when you're alone; after all, you were still dressed. It was just innocent contact between lovers who loved each other very much, right?
Until one day he furtively frees his dick from his underwear and positions it between your thighs, but that wasn't a problem either, since sex without penetration isn't a sin, right?
day two. you reminisce of all the times eunseok has humiliated you.
wc. 2.4k
warnings. dom!eunseok, voyuerism, mean!eunseok.
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day 1 / day 3
the first time eunseok took brought his humiliation kink out of the bedroom took you by surprise. he was the perfect boyfriend, always so gentle and loving with you, taking care of you. his arm was almost always wrapped around your waist, keeping you on the inside of the pavement when you walked together, keeping you pressed close to him when you were walking through crowds. you couldn’t have asked for a more loving and caring boyfriend. and he did love you, he loved you more than anything, that’s why he got off on humiliating you as much as he did.
eunseok adored the embarrassment you showed whenever he gave you attention around his friends, he loved how your eyes would dart around the room and how you’d shake lightly yet still willingly let him do anything he wanted. that was his favourite part, you were so willing to let him touch you however he wanted around his friends with no complaints. the day you shyly told him it turned you on was a turning point in how he acted with you when they were around, any form of hesitation from eunseok had slipped out the window and he was prepared to do anything in front of them.
the first time eunseok really showed off in front of his friends was by kissing you, hard. sure, you were used to gentle kisses and sweet pecks from him when no one was paying attention to you, but this time it was different. it was directly in front of them, his hand holding your jaw whilst he parted your lips with his tongue and pushed it into his mouth, smiling as you pathetically whimper against his lips. if you were smart enough then you would have realised that the short skirt he asked you to wear that day was so he could push his free hand up your thigh and squeeze your ass whilst kissing you. it made you gasp into his mouth and press yourself closer to his body, all whilst he continued to smirk at how broken you were becoming in front of his friends.
he laughed at your flustered state once he pulled away, watching as you shyly buried your head in his chest to avoid the lingering looks from his friends. he kissed your head whilst laughing at you, wrapping his arms around your body and letting you hide as your embarrassment faded and was replaced by an insatiable lust for him, something that eunseok detected right away once you looked at him again.
instead of waiting until you were home to act on your desires, eunseok took you into his friends bathroom and bent you over his sink so he could fuck you. he contemplated reaching around to cover your mouth with his hand, something he would’ve done before, but that time he left it. letting you attempt to conceal your moans all on your own without any assistance from him.
you struggled.
eunseok thought your pathetic whimpers were far too sweet for him to be gentle with you so he made sure to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight and you forgot where you were, his thrusts smooth causing his cock to sink deep into you each time.
you were a wreck after, unable to walk without a slight limp in your step with his cum seated deep inside of you, slowly beginning to seep out.
it was later that night that you confessed to eunseok about how turned on you really were around his friends and how the idea of his cum slipping out of you around them only made things worse for you. eunseok never let that go.
the next time he decided to give into his desires was when sungchan and anton were around, the two of them seemingly playing an active role in your humiliation after the first time.
it felt like a normal night in with eunseok and his friends, sungchan and anton seemingly coming to visit just to fuck around with your boyfriend and play whatever shitty game they were obssessed with at the moment. you often left them to their own things when they visited, not wanting to intrude on their time together because you knew you’d have eunseok all to yourself the moment they leave. eunseok, however, had other plans. calling you into the living room to join them once the night had progressed.
sungchan and anton greeted you with a smile before eunseok pulled you down to sit next to him, his hand sitting high on your thigh whilst his fingers dug into your skin. you kept close to him as the boys continued to talk.
“you’re getting a uber home right? why not have a beer or two?” eunseok’s voice rang out through the room, you messed with your phone as they spoke. you heard sungchan hum before agreeing “anton go get three, do you want one baby?” you shook your head, content to just be cuddling into eunseok “then get three anton”.
when anton was back he returned to where he was seated beside sungchan, the beers being opened and placed on the table in the middle of you all. the boys went back to their conversation whilst you continued messing on your phone, just happy to be in their company rather than interrupting their conversation.
“can i have a little please?” you spoke quietly to eunseok, yet caught the attention of all three men. eunseok smiled sweetly at you before telling you to open your mouth, your narrowed your eyebrows at him but followed his orders, opening your mouth before looking at him again. the other two boys watched in curiosity as eunseok poured some of the beer into his mouth before spitting it into yours and closing your mouth for you.
your eyes widened as eunseok smiled at you again “swallow” you did, gulping down the bitter liquid before looking at him with yours eyes wide and your thighs pressed together “good girl” sungchan and anton watched in awe as you continued to stare up at eunseok, eagerly complying with his demands before taking his compliments straight to your cunt. you could feel yourself dampen as the moments passed by, you wanted nothing more than for him to shoo away the two boys and take you until you couldn’t conjure a single thought. sometimes it felt as if eunseok was a mind reader, because it didn’t take him long to kick out the two boys with the promise of seeing them again soon “maybe you can stay and watch next time” before slamming the door and focusing on you, in the dazed stated you were in from the sheer horniness running through your body, you barely processed what he had said to them, too ready to spread apart your legs and welcome him into your dripping heat.
the next time sungchan and anton came over to your house was a surprise to you, unaware of the boys planned arrival. eunseok let them in happily, a small smile on his face as he opened the door and welcomed them inside. they sat in the same space they were in only a few days prior, both boys making themselves comfortable.
“hi” you sat down beside eunseok once more, this time instead of grabbing your thigh he wrapped his arms around your body and sat you across his lap facing the boys. you felt his arms tighten around you before he smiled down at you, lips pressing gently against your head.
“they came to see you baby?” you looked up at eunseok, eyebrows furrowed as you questioned him.
“me?” he nodded, pressing another gentle kiss to your forehead.
“been telling them how good you are, they wanna see for themselves” the hand he didn’t have around your waist fell to your thighs, he parted them. the fact you were only in his shirt and a flimsy pair of underwear made everything just perfect for all of the boys. “wanna put on a show for them?” you darted your eyes over to the two boys, both of their eyes trained on you. you looked up toward eunseok once more, eyes shining as you took in the situation. “we don’t have to”
“i want to” you spoke quietly, eunseok smiled at you again “just nervous”
“you don’t need to be nervous baby, they just want to watch you” your attempt to response came out more like a squeak, so you kept your lips shut and simply nodded at him. “first we need to get these off” he hooked his fingers over the strip of your panties that covered your pussy from the boy’s eyes, he pulled on them as you lifted your hips and slowly helped him take them off. they were discarded onto the floor before he brought his attention back to you, he took note of the way you pressed your legs together and tried to hide your face, seemingly shy at the prying eyes that were on your body.
“can i keep the shirt on?” your voice was a mumble against his clothed chest, eunseok laughed lightly as he slowly ran his hands over your thighs before spreading them apart.
“we can do whatever you want baby” he hummed at you before pushing his hand between your now parted thighs. eunseok let out a breath when he felt how wet you already were, your slick leaking from your eager hole as he spread apart the lips of your pussy for the two boys watching “she gets wet so easily” he brought his free hand down to your cunt before using two fingers to slap your clit, you jolted at the sudden contact, whining and closing your eyes “and she’s so sensitive” he slapped your clit again before pressing against it with two fingers, you squirmed in his lap as the pressure sent shocks through your body. he used his fingers to slowly circle the wet nub, “she’s so fun to play with”
“she’s beautiful” you could only assume it was sungchan who spoke, with your head buried in eunseok’s chest and your head growing dizzier by the second, you struggled to properly make it out.
“i know” he cooed at you, running his fingers down your slit before pressing one into your hole “she takes it so well too” he pushed his finger deep into you, dragging it slowly against your walls before puling it out and pushing it back in, this time with a second finger added “she’s so eager to take everything i can give her” he curled them inside of you, parting them slightly to stretch apart your walls. you whimpered and buried your head further into his chest, not wanting to make eye contact with either of the boys, but eunseok had other plans for you.
the hand he had around your waist moved to your jaw, he gripped it in his hand before lifting your head out of his chest. he held it straight as he made you look at sungchan and anton, both of which were sat with wide eyes, the tips of anton’s ears darkening in colour when his eyes properly met yours.
“look at them” he spoke lowly in your ear, the tone in his voice made you whimper before gulping back a louder, more pathetic moan. he curled his fingers inside of you again before he pulled them out of you and stuck them against your clit once more.
eunseok pushed his fingers back inside of you, this time increasing the speed of which he fucked you with them. thoroughly enjoying the way you squirmed in his grip and whimpered because of it. eunseok planned to fuck you with his fingers until your brain was nothing but mush and you couldn’t think straight, and he knew you were reaching that point.
your wetness echoed throughout the room, the squelching sound of your cunt taking his fingers left sungchan and anton in awe, neither boys ready to face the hard-on that was growing in their pants at the sight, and sound, of you.
“seok” your voice broke, nothing more than a pathetic whine falling from you as you attempted to speak to him, wanting to tell him just how close you were to tipping over the edge. eunseok always enjoyed hearing you telling him you were going to cum for him, he loved how much you struggled to get your words out whilst he touched you and brought you an unimaginable amount of pleasure. eunseok simply just loved making you suffering, watching you struggle whilst the pleasure overtook you and humiliating you in ways that left you spilling onto his fingers and moaning his name with tears in your eyes.
and eunseok could really tell how much you were enjoying being humiliated, being used as a toy for him to put on a show for his friends. eunseok knew you secretly loved the attention, even if you didn’t admit it. he knew you inside and out, literally.
“close?” you whined again whilst nodding your head, feeling tears brimming your lower lash line as your orgasm threatened to take over “then beg” eunseok’s fingers slowed down as he spoke to you, there was a hint of amusement laced in his tone as he let his words out. your eyes widened at his sudden words, your head attempting to turn to face him but ultimately failing due to the grip he had on you.
“please please, please” you shut your eyes as you cried out, your hips moving on their own on his fingers, the need to cum overtaking any shame you had left in your body, which wasn’t a lot to begin with.
“what do you think?” eunseok looked over to where the two boys sat, both of them shifting under his gaze, “should she?”
“let her” anton was the one to speak up, his tone weak compared to the authority that laced through eunseok’s. he smiled at the younger boy before looking down at you once more.
“it’s your lucky day baby” he sped up his fingers again, pressing them hard against your walls with each quick curl of them “cum” he spoke lowly against your ear once more, smiling against your skin as he felt your body shake and heard you cry out again. your walls tightened around his digit making it harder for him to move them inside of you.
a stray tear slipped from your eye as you let your orgasm wash over you, the intensity of it taking your breath away as you forgot where you were for a moment. opening your eyes and seeing the two boys still watching you, you curled yourself more into eunseok as you closed your eyes once more. he tightened his arms around you before looking over to the two boys who scrambled to stand up after he spoke.
