after a long show and an even longer tour, wonwoo finds himself at the last stop, los angeles. good thing he has someone very special to take care of him—in every single way. ; or, wonwoo stays over at your house after his last tour stop and a relaxing bath turns into a lot more.
Pairing | Idol!Wonwoo ♡ Producer!Reader
Genre | Romance [established relationship], Comedy, Smut [ oral, bath/shower sex (kinda), switch dynamics, unprotected sex, praising (lots of it), breast worship (?), petname usage (angel, love, sweetheart), pwp, they are both just very horny people.]
Word count | 7K
Reading time | 35 minutes
Warnings/notes | usage of curse words,afab fem reader. reader is not an idol, but a world-famous producer/performer and wonwoo’s long time celebrity crush—and now girlfriend. this is an adaptation of another fic of mine, it was modified to fit wonu!
♥︎ read no biting here! set in same universe!
The loud cheers of fans were heard all over the venue as they left in crowds after the group had said their goodbyes. Yet, you walked casually through the corridors of the building. Wandering amongst staff and relatives of the performers with the goal of finding your boyfriend.
The long echoey corridors of the building now engrained in your memory, many of the best moments of your career having happened in this very building—meeting him included. This time, though, you had the opportunity to indulge in the feeling of being in the audience rather than on stage, watching the man that stole your heart pour his into every melody. The passion and care your partner put into what he did never failed to amaze you. He worked hard and gave his all in everything he did.
With great performance, came great fatigue. You greeted the rest of the boys whose skin glistened with sweat and breath was quick and short, as you walked towards the last dressing room. A white sheet of paper read “Wonwoo” in black ink, the visual made you smile proudly. Knocking on the door softly, you pushed it open to be greeted by your boyfriend sitting back on a small couch.
His head was thrown back and his eyes closed behind the round specs. Even like this, he looked as ethereal as always. His pretty nose tinted a rosy hue matching the apples of his cheeks and his skin glistened with sweat. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought that he couldn’t tell it was you who had entered the room, but as soon as that soft lavender scent hit his nose, he knew it was his beloved.
“Hi, baby.” he greeted you without opening his eyes and exhaled. “Did you enjoy the performance?” he moved his arms briefly to pat his lap, motioning you to take place on his thighs.
You moved slowly, a few steps were enough to take you where he wanted you to be. You straddled his lap and as soon as your bottom touched his thighs, he pulled your torso towards him. Despite his sweaty state, you felt yourself melt into his embrace. He kept you close to his body, your face buried in the crook of his neck while his right hand circled your waist and his left one stroked your hair lovingly.
“You were amazing out there, baby.” you praised. Even though you had no vision of his face, you knew he was smiling, as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your hair afterward.
“Not as great as you.” he said, remembering how mesmerized he was by you the day you met, and chuckled when you poked his ribs jokingly.
“Shut up. Today you performed, we should focus on you.” you said and you meant it.
He hummed in response and indulged himself in the comfortable silence of the room. Your breathing mixed with his that was slowly getting steady.
Your lips pressed faint kisses to his neck and jaw, comforting him and giving him your love.
“Do you wanna go home, now?” You asked and he hummed once more. “Maybe you can take a shower cause you kinda stink.”
He laughed wholeheartedly and a smile grew on your lips. “You are mean.” He finally opened his eyes to look down at you. “But I love you.” He confessed and kissed your lips.
After gathering his belongings, he walked out of the room and walked over to his friends to say goodbye and let them know where he was going—to which they hollered and whistled.
“I’ll sleep over at _____’s this weekend, I’ll meet you on Monday for our recording sessions.” Wonwoo told the man before him.
“Alright, have fun.” He said and walked away, turning back for a second. “Safe fun.” Seungcheol emphasized causing the man beside you to blush.
“Will do!” You answered and heard Wonwoo shush you in embarrassment. “We always have safe fun, don’t we, Nonu?”
“Hmm,” you looked over at his sleepy face and felt bad for him.
“And for the love of God, don’t do anything that will leave him with a sore throat again cause he has recording sessions this week.” Said Jihoon in a stressed voice. “Although, you are acting as recording engineer for this. So… your problem anyway.” He shrugged and you laughed at the last part.
“I can’t promise that, but I will try.” You said innocently causing the man to roll his eyes and sigh playfully before leaving you to turn to Wonwoo. “Let’s get you home so you can rest, angel.” You grabbed a hold of his bag and he let you, following behind you to your car where he reclined his seat as low as it could go as soon as he buckled his seatbelt.
Soft tunes played on the radio and the sound of LA traffic was muted by the glass windows of your car. Looking over to the boy beside you, you noticed he had fallen into a deep slumber, his position far too uncomfortable for any person. Soft snores fell from his parted lips and you swore your heart skipped a beat at how the traffic lights reflected on his skin, making his features look beautiful.
The venue was not far away from home, the 30-minute ride felt quick, the sound of the sweet melody of his cute snores was almost like white noise to you—soothing.
“Baby, we’re home.” you shook his sleeping figure and he opened his eyes slowly.
“So fast?” he asked drowsily and stretched a bit before getting off the car and into the warmth of your house.
You walked into the kitchen, the smell of homemade food floating around the air. Turning the stove knobs, you prepared to heat up the meal that you had cooked for your boyfriend. You felt his arms circle your waist and his head dropped to the crook of your neck, his lips pressing to your skin subsequently.
“You’re too good to me.” he whispered, teeth sinking on your skin softly, making you hum.
“It’s what you deserve.” you meant it, Wonwoo was an amazing boyfriend.
He was always checking up on you even when the distance of a thousand miles separated you. Good morning texts, good night texts, random love confessions, random face-times at some ungodly hours of the night. He was always available for you, whether it was to sing you to sleep or to hold you in his arms as tears flowed down your cheeks.
With his busy schedule and yours, moments like this—having him against you, skin touching skin, lips on lips, breaths mixing together—were nearly impossible to have often. His nose caressed your neck as he exhaled once more. His strong hands laid on your torso, grabbing unto you as if you were going to disappear in no time.
“I love you.” he whispered.
“And I love you.” you giggled and freed yourself from his grip eventually, to serve him his dinner. “I hope you like dinner, made your favorite dish.”
He was now seated on the kitchenette stool and turned to you, pulling you in. His head rested on your chest and his arms returned to circle your waist, tightly this time. “What has gotten into you, you are so clingy tonight.” your fingers raked through his dark brown locks.
“I just missed you.” he confessed, making your heart swell.
“You are finally done with the tour… just one more schedule and then we can have a whole month for ourselves before I start mine.” as you kissed his forehead following by a kiss on the tip of his nose, his arms let go of you. “Now, eat up. I will run you a warm bath.”
As you walked away you could hear him hum in content as he devoured his food, a smile being brought up to your face.
The warm water ran through the faucet, filling the bathtub little by little. Your finger fiddled with the bottles that hid behind the doors of the small closet inside the bathroom, picking the right oils and bath bubbles to ensure relaxation.
The water smelled like lavender, your favorite, which soon became Wonwoo’s favorite.
Holographic bubbles soon covered the surface serving as a cue for you to turn the running water off. You exited the bathroom, running into the tall man in the hallway that led to your room.
“I will go get you some clean clothes, you can jump in.” you smiled and walked away.
Just as you pushed the door of the bathroom open, he was wiping his mouth with a towel, after brushing his teeth. He smiled at you cutely and you were about to retreat yourself from the room when he pulled you by the wrist.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I thought I could do some of your laundry, so you’d have clean clothes…” you said, knowing well that he barely had time to do so and you were free for most of the week. So, it didn’t hurt to help him out a bit.
“Oh, I just-” he hesitated. “You don’t have to.”
“I really don’t mind, love.” you smiled and he reciprocated the action. “And you what?”
“Nothing.” he said quickly, cheeks turning a slight shade of crimson before he sighed and spoke again. “Can you, can you join me?”
His request caught you by surprise. Yes, he had seen you naked before, too many times to count with your fingers, but after being apart from each other for so long, you couldn’t help but feel shy. You guess he caught a glimpse of your wide eyes as he stuttered his next response.
“Not like that, I just-” he stuttered.
“It’s okay, get in there, I’ll help you wash up.” you said sweetly. “Let me help you.” you offered as he started to undress.
His back was facing you as you helped him slide his button up shirt from his shoulders, his strong back muscles catching your attention. Not being able to help yourself, you pressed a soft kiss to the middle of his back, the skin of his arms rising with goosebump at the feeling of your soft lips against his warm skin.
Wonwoo smiled and brought one of your hands up to his face, kissing the back of it before dropping it back at your sides. His hands moved to the front of his jeans, working on disregarding of his belt before unbuttoning his pants. You blushed at the sight of the back of his body, the only part of skin covered being his soft and small bottom.
“I’ll be right back,” you said, remembering to bring him warm towels and your speaker to play some nice relaxing music. “I’ll go bring some towels, get into the tub before the water runs cold.” And with that you left the bathroom.
Wonwoo ran a hand through his hair, noticing the growing bulge inside his already tight boxers. The way your fingertips felt on his skin was just enough to have his mind going wild—but what set him off was the soft kiss you pressed on his back.
He removed his underwear completely after the placing his glasses in the counter and submerged into the warm lavender water. Throwing his head back against the edge of the tub, he groaned at the feeling of the soothing bath, right when you entered back into the room.
You placed the folded towels on the sink’s counter as well as a clean nightgown and panties for you, then turned on the speaker to play your favorite relaxing playlist, making the man in the tub smile immediately. You grabbed a small stool from under the sink and placed it behind the tub, by where his head was, and sat down with a small bowl in one hand and his favorite eucalyptus shampoo on the other.
His head was still laying back onto the edge, his face facing directly upwards giving you space to appreciate his features. His eyes were closed, as they were a few minutes ago in the couch of his backstage room, and his expression was relaxed. You could appreciate the way his cheeks were a deep shade of pink, probably due to the hectic night he had, and how his long eyelashes rested beautifully against his skin. His cute nose looked inviting as you pressed a small kiss to the tip, his nose scrunching up as he smiled widely.
“How was your day?” You asked and he hummed as you took a bit of the warm water in the bowl to soak up his hair.
“Tiring,” he answered softly. “but my beautiful girlfriend is helping me relax.” He said and you chuckled at his flirting.
“Hmm, is she?” You ran your finger through his brown locks and you poured more water on his head carefully to not splash it on his eyes.
“Mhm, she is the best and I love her very much.” he hummed again.
You smiled at his statement and moved to open the shampoo bottle, pouring a bit of the liquid on your hands before rubbing them together and lathering his hair.
“That feels so good…” he whispered when your fingers started massaging his scalp as you tried washing his hair softly. Your boyfriend’s mouth fell agape and small approving groans left his lips when you massaged any spot that was aching.
What he didn’t know is that his sounds were tempting you to do something more than just helping him wash up and get ready for bed. Shaking your thoughts, you finished massaging his scalp and moved to pouring water on his head once more to rid of the shampoo.
“Seat up, let me lather your back.” You said and he obliged. Your fingers moved to unclasp the necklace he had around his neck before placing it on the counter next to his pj’s.
His face rested on his knees after he brought them up to surround them with his arms. The sound of the water rolling on his back relaxed him to the point where he was very close to falling asleep, until he felt your fingers work on the knots in his shoulders. A deep moan left his lips almost automatically.
“You like that?” You whispered, your throat suddenly dry.
“Yeah,” he sighed and threw his head back a little as you get kneading his muscles. “Mmm, ____…” he moaned again, but this time your name leaving his lips made you blush and press your legs together.
It was insane how quickly this man could soak your panties. Everything about him was sensual but adorable at the same time. He was just so dreamy that your heart raced every time you woke up next to him and saw his peaceful face resting next to you.
“Love?” You heard him ask and you diverted your attention to him by humming. “Please join me.” He said in a slight begging tone.
You nodded, even though he could not see you, and started removing your clothes. His eyes noticed your shirt and pants drop on the floor next to the tub, your bra and panties quickly following. His eyes were glued to your body as soon as you came into his sightline, your hands covered your self a bit as you slowly sunk on the warm water facing him.
“The water is still warm!” You gasped in surprise. He smiled at you with his head slightly slanted and his cheeks blushed. Having spent so much time apart had both you feeling quite bashful of being this exposed in front if each other.
“You are so cute,” He said and smiled wider. Wonwoo moved forward and you did too, your chest pressing against your knees as he was. His nose brushed against yours and his eyes moved to stare at your lips (and part of your cleavage that was not covered in soapy bubbles). “and so so hot.” He whispered, his smile having morphed into a smirk.
“Am I?” You asked cheekily, your volume matching his.
His hand came up from under the water and he placed his index finger in the center of your collabones, his soft touch slowly moving down to the valley of your breasts and under the water again. “So pretty.” His hand slightly brushed your hips and you sat back straight.
“Lay back.” You said and he immediately obliged. Pushing yourself up on the edge of the tub, you managed to get on your knees, much to Wonwoo’s lack of luck, the glittery bubbles still covered the majority of your chest. You moved forwards on your knees, a bit of the water flowing out of the tub and splashing the tiles.
His eyes stared at you as you moved to straddle his lap, his hardening boner flinching almost instantly, his tip softly touching your entrance.
“So pretty…” he whispered again and latched his lips on your collarbones, gently pressing kisses from one side to the other. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.” You replied, skin shivering when you felt his sharp canines press on your neck.
“What did you miss about me?” He asked smugly. “Did you miss my lips?” You hummed and he smiled against your skin. Wonwoo trailed his lips up to your cheek before whispering in your ear. “I missed yours around my-“
“You’re getting real bold, Jeon Wonwoo.” You said after putting your hand to his mouth. “You really think you can switch things around?”
“Let me show you a good time, love.” He said and held your hand, dipping your index and middle fingers on his warm mouth. He looked straight in your eyes as he swirled his tongue around them, sucking them while hollowing his cheeks after and releasing them with a smirk on his face at the sight of your expression.
“Fuck,” you mumbled. “Now I’m not sure if I want to fuck you or if I want you to fuck me…”
We could always do both, but I’m leaning towards the latter for now. You can fuck me all you want the next rounds.”
“You missed me that much that you want to go all night long?” You teased and he smirked leaning to bite your neck again.
“You have no idea how much I dreamt about you around me, baby. I’ve been wanting nothing more than you bouncing on my lap and hearing those pretty sounds you make.” His tongue lapped at the bite he had made.
“Wonwoo…” you gasped softly as he grabbed you by the hips and placed you a little higher, your breasts finally uncovered.
“Tell me, baby.” He said before his lips trailed down to when his finger did a few minutes ago. He looked up to see your eyes staring intensely at him, waiting for his next move.
Wonwoo smirked before licking a strip up your chest before engulfing your right nipple on his mouth. You gasped at the sudden contact, his mouth sloppily sucked on your bud while making sounds of contentment.
“Ah, I’ve missed your mouth so much.” You sighed and looked back down. Your boyfriend’s eyes were closed as he devoured your breasts, while sucked on one his rough hand kneaded the other. He used his index finger to tease your hard nipple and his mouth detached from your other, the skin around his mouth matched yours, glistening with his saliva. He groaned and switched his tongue to the bud that was being teased ny his finger, instead of sucking on it like he did to the other, he poked his tongue and teased the bud with the tip of it.
His mouth mimicked that of how he kissed you on the skin of your chest. His hand slowly moved up from your breast to your face, his fingers taking advantage of your open mouth to dip inside. Wonwoo placed his index and middle fingers on your tongue, your mouth quickly closing around them and sucking on them. He groaned against your skin at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers, wishing it was swirling around a lower area of his body.
Looking up to see your face, he groaned loudly once more, the sinful scene before him causing his hard-on to jerk up and hit your entrance again.
“I want to fuck you so bad, baby.” He whispered near your ear before softly biting your earlobe.
“What’s stopping you?” He didn’t even wait another second after you were done speaking before he clashed his lips with yours. His hands cupped your face as his lips feverishly kissed your own. Your hands came up to set on his strong chest, levering yourself as you felt dizzy from the touch of his plump lips.
“You are so beautiful.” He groaned against your lips. “Please say you’re mine.”
“I’m all yours, baby. Only yours.” You gasped when he lifted your hips and felt something slide over your wet lips.
“I’m all yours, too, baby.” He groaned again. “Fuck, that feels good.” He said when your lips attacked his neck, leaving faint bite marks on his sweet spots.
“What are you waiting for?” You asked again, as he kept teasing your entrance but never dipping in.
“I’m scared I’ll cum too fast. It’s been so long and you are just so hot, I can’t hold it in.” You let out an airy giggle before replacing the hand holding his cock with your own. He shut his eyes and goosebumps raised on his skin at the feeling if your soft hand.
“I don’t care if you cum quickly, we have all night. But I really really want you inside me. Now.” You kissed his lips and lined him up with your entrance.
“Holy fuck…” he gasped as you slid down his length, your warmth engulfing him in the most delicious way possible. His head was thrown back and his chest rose at a quick pace. “It feels so good, baby.” He whined.
“You fill me up so well, love.” You moaned and leaned in to kiss his neck, your hips not stopping.
The water splashing against your skin as you moved mixed with the soft sound of the music and the soft moans coming from your boyfriend’s lips. Kissing his soft milky skin was one of your favorite things to do, it felt so soft against your lips that you swore it would melt at any moment. You felt his hands make their way to your ass, cupping your cheeks and softly squeezing.
“So perfect.” He groaned deeply as he lifted his head to kiss your lips. You tried pushing your tongue into his mouth to play with his, but when you did, his lips caught it, sucking it softly. The feeling and sight of Wonwoo sucking your tongue was almost enough to throw you over the edge. He hummed in contentment before letting it go and quickly sliding his tongue over your lips.
“Fuck you.” You moaned and he chuckled.
“Be my guest.” He replied smiling, his lips coming up to kiss yours and you took the opportunity to return the favor.
The groan that resonated on his throat as you engulfed his tongue in your mouth was the sexiest thing ever. Your mouth quickly let go of his when he thrusted up particularly harshly, causing a loud whine to leave your lips.
“I need to hear you, baby. Please, be loud for me.” Even though it was hard not to be loud when he fucked you, he always wanted more. “Ah fuck- you’re so wet for me, angel.” Oh how had you missed hearing that nickname.
“Wonwoo-“ you whined and he smirked, knowing exactly what that nickname arose in you.
“Yes, angel? You want me to fuck you good?” He murmured and kissed your jaw. “It’s been a while since I fucked you dumb, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, it has…” you moan and tried sneaking your hand to circle at your clit but his strong hands grabbed your wrists, keeping your hands in front of your chest. “Baby, I need more.”
“You do? Does my angel need me to fuck her harder?” The way words rolled out of his tongue had you going crazy. His sexy groans and the way his cock felt inside you was also driving you insane. You whined as your hips kept moving, trying hard to relieve the burning pit in your belly. “Look at you, so pretty bouncing on my cock.”
He stared at your face, mouth agape and eyes shut. He loved looking at your fucked state, he loved hearing his name fall out of your lips like a mantra.
“I want to fuck you harder, but I need to see your pretty face, angel.” He let go of your wrists and cupped your face. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?” He kissed your lips before biting the bottom one softly.
“I thought you were tired.” You teased and he chuckled.
“I always have energy to make you feel good, baby.”
“Do you? What if we move it to the bedroom but you let me play with you for a while?” Smiling you leaned forward to kiss his neck, feeling the vibrations of a groan on your lips.
“I already told you we can do that later, but I really need to fuck you, baby.” One of his hands on your face moved to play with your clit, making you whimper. “Don’t you want me to fuck you hard? Hmm?”
“Yes…” you gasped when he applied more pressure to your bundle. “Please.”
Wonwoo smiled against your lips and removed his hands from your body, a groan leaving your lips at the sudden lack if touch. The tall man helped you get up and turned the shower head above the tub on, getting rid of the soap remaining on your bodies before turning it back off and carrying you. His hands grabbed at your ass and your hands latched around his neck as he moved to the bedroom. His plump lips attacked your own in the most delicious way possible.
He dropped you on the mattress, your wet bodies dampening the sheets without a care. His lips are quickly attached to your skin, starting from your neck and down your chest. The hotness of his breath sent shivers up your spine, the exposed skin of your chest flushing and buds hardening.
“So soft,” he breathed out as his hands engulfed your thighs. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, angel. Nobody will make you feel this good.”
“Only you.”
“I will ruin you, baby.” He tapped his tip on your clit before gliding it over your folds. “You’re so wet, love.”
“Wait, can I suck you off first?” You asked softly, giving him the cutest begging eyes, or at least that’s how he saw them.
“But baby, I want to feel your pretty pussy.” He said caressing your face.
“Pleaseeee,” you whined and batted your eyelashes. “Pretty please? I want to taste you.”
He couldn’t resist to such a pretty voice asking for such a dirty thing. Plus, it’s not like he wouldn’t get to fuck you after.
“Fine…” he feigned annoyance as he rolled his eyes with a smile. “If you insist…”
“Oh, I do.” You said and pushed him off to stand up then push him on the bed. You stood in front of him, parading your pretty and wet tits in front of his face.
“Such a pretty girl…” he said before pressing kisses around the skin of the valley of your breasts.
Your hands reach to cup his face, pulling his head slightly to kiss him sloppily. His own circle your waist and bring you close to him, right before snaking one hand to cup your ass and give it a squeeze. His warm tongue felt so nice against yours that you completely forgot what it was that you had wanted to do—until a harsh slap to your ass made you gasp and look at him.
“You are so perfect.” He groaned and squeezed both cheeks again.
Kneeling in front of him, you rested your face on his thigh, face centimeters away from his dick.
“Such a pretty cock…” your fingertips trailed up his shaft and your boyfriend tensed up. “I wonder if it still fits in my mouth.”
“We’ll make it fit, angel.” He strained out when your lips kissed the tip of his cock.
“Mmm, tasty.” a soft satisfied moan resonated from your throat, after your tongue lapped at the tip.
The man before you intently stared through low lids and long lashes as your tongue poked out just above his head waiting for a drop of saliva to touch his skin. He let a loud groan once it did, your mouth engulfing his length but not going all the way down just yet.
He loved seeing you struggle to make it fit, teeth slightly grazing the skin of his shaft—but who doesn’t like a little pain. Squirming on the floor, you clenched around nothing as you tried going further down, cute little moans leaving your throat as you stared up at him with doe eyes, mouth full of his sex.
As he stared down at you he couldn’t believe the scene before him, never in his 26 years of life did he ever think he’d actually see his many wet dreams about you come true. Neither did he think you’d love him as much as you did—and he loved you too.
You felt drool starting to form on the side of your mouth as his tip reached the back of your throat.
“F-fuck…” he breathed out and you continued to move your head up and down his veiny shaft.
Your left hand stroked the skin you couldn’t fit and your right went down to play with your own wetness.
“Mmm, baby… just like that.” He moaned and threw his head back. “Such a good girl…”
As you came up for air, his hands cupped your face to kiss you again.
“Come on, angel. I need to feel you…” he said between kissed and lifted you iff the ground, ignoring your protests.
He kissed your belly before standing up and pushing you down the mattress.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,baby.” You felt his hands in your hips as he moved you up the mattress and positioned himself close to your heat. “Look how pretty you look, so pretty for me…” he kissed your inner thighs before hovering over your center, his warm breath hitting your sensitive spot.
His tongue poked out to lick a stripe up your folds, humming at the accumulated wetness after sucking him off. His mouth soon found your clit to suck it in, the harsh feeling making your bach arch.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned and gripped at his wet hair. “Feels so good!”
“Hmm, does it baby?” He asked before kitty licking your clit, making you scream. He left your center just to spit at it and going back to devour it.
Your pants got louder once you felt 2 fingers enter your heat. They moved at the slowest pace possible, the knuckles folding up every time they were completely inside. The feeling of his fingertips curling up felt absolutely amazing, the added sucking on your clit and the sound if his moan were an overwhelming combination.
“Wanna cum, angel? Do you want me to make you cum, sweetheart?” He mocked when he looked up at you, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.
“Yes!” You said and reached to pull his head in but he refused, making you whine.
“Yes what, baby?” He cooed. “You can’t expect me to just do something like that…” and his fingers stopped moving.
“Please! Please, make me cum, baby… I need it…” you begged.
“Good girl.” Dipping his head back down with a smirk plastered on his face, he sucked harshly at your sensitive bud and picked up the pace of his fingers.
Your moans and pants became strained and loud, your belly visibly tensing and breathing hitching—letting him know you were very close to releasing all over his fingers. Which is why he removed them and replaced them with his tongue, his thumb now circling your clit at s fast pace.
“Fuck-ah, baby!” Your legs jerked in, almost crushing his head but he just loved it. He loved knowing you were enjoying his mouth—and so he lapped all of your juices until you were pushing him off your with your feet.
He chuckled deeply before standing up and hovering over you, his hand quickly caressing your cheek softly. He couldn’t help but stare at your flushed face and parted lips still heaving from your orgasm.
“Such a pretty baby…” he kissed your nose. “Always so good to me.” He kissed your forehead. “I am so in love with you.” he kissed your lips.
“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” You said and he left your lips, his warm breath hit your top lip as he tried to adjust himself. “I missed your lips and your kisses, and your hands, and your big- ah!”
You grabbed unto his biceps when he entered you. His lips pecking yours swiftly as he began to pick up his pace.
“I missed you more, baby. I’ve missed you so much, the whole of you.” He groaned. “Fuck, you feel so nice around me. I swear you were made for me and me only.”
“Was I?” You asked and swallowed a moan.
“Or maybe I was made for you. Maybe I was made to devour you and make you feel just right, angel.” His lips pressed softly on your neck. “Do you like that, love?”
His hips moved at an insane speed, his tip hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. You could feel the vibrations of his grunts and moans on your neck—his head still hidden between the crevice of your jaw and shoulder.
Your nails gripped on his broad back, holding him close as if he were to disappear if you didn’t. Your mind was blank, every single though replaced by the man on top of you. All you could think about was how hot his moans were and how delicious his cock felt inside of you.
“Let me hear you, angel.” He groaned and bit your neck with enough force to leave a faint mark. “Be loud for me, baby, let me know how good I’m making you feel.” He smirked at the soft moan that escaped your lips. “Do you like that, kitten?” He cooed and kissed your cheek softly before looking up to see your eyebrows knitted up and bottom lip between teeth.
“Ah! Wonwoo!” A particularly sharp thrust made you scream out, a string of whimpers and incoherences following right after.
“Such a pretty girl, look at you. I could stare at your beautiful face forever.” He said and sweetly kissed the tip of your nose, but you know the intentions behind his words were far from sweet.
“Baby, I’m cl-close…”
“I know, baby.” Your boyfriend exhaled roughly and lowered his head to latch his mouth to your naked breasts. His mouth sucked on your sensitive buds as satisfied sounds left his throat.
“Oh, baby! Keep doing that, it feels so fucking good!” The knot in your belly felt like it was going to come undone in any second, the warm and fiery feeling traveling up your body until your ears started ringing and your mouth couldn’t stop mumbling your lover’s name and telling him how good he was. “I can’t hold it, baby, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out and he drilled him hips unto yours with much more force.
His lips left your nipple with a loud pop, the skin of your areola red from all the friction. He rapidly played with his tongue on your swollen nipple before moving to the other and biting before sucking it in. His hand fleeing to pinch and twist your red nub.
“Cum for me, angel.” He groaned and moved his hand on your nipple to rub circles on your clit. The friction pushing you over the edge as you came undone again with a loud scream.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ his mouth hung open, a loud moan falling out, when he felt your walls squeeze his shaft, the suction making it harder for him to last any longer. “Holy shit, baby. I’m not gonna last any longer, angel.”
His face flew back to your shoulder blade, sharp canines biting down on the skin.
“Cum inside me, baby. Fill me up and fuck your dripping cum into me.” Your soft voice saying such dirty things were enough to make him cum. You inhale sharply at the feeling of his teeth biting even harder while his throat produced such loud and raspy groans. His warm cum filled you up and just like you asked, once he left your hole he admired your creamy juices mixed together. As they oozed out of you, he pushed two fingers, scooping his cum up and fucking it back inside.
“You look so hot, love.” He said before smirking and bringing his fingers up to your face, your mouth instantly hanging open to clean his cum off his fingers as he groaned.
“And you said you wouldn’t last…” you giggled once his body gave back into your embrace. You felt his body shake as he silently laughed with you.
“Believe me, I wanted to cum the second I entered you.”
“We should go back to the shower. You left me all sticky.” You said as you felt his cum drying out on your thighs as well as the patches of saliva all over your skin. “And look what you did! My nipples are all swollen!” You whined playfully.
“Hey, you asked for both things. I was just following instructions.” He said, smile wide as he made a cute face towards you. “Plus, how could I resist such pretty boobies? I’ve been wanting to put them in my mouth since we came home.”
“Ah, such a pervert…”
“I’m not a pervert!” He gasped and feigned offense. “If you could feel them in your mouth, you’d get it… just magical.“
You chuckled at his words before he kept talking.
“I still cannot believe you’re here with me.” He confessed softly. “I know I tell you this every day, but I am so happy that I got yo meet you. And also that you snapped me into my senses because if you hadn’t confessed to me I would probably still be silently pining after you.” Wonwoo chuckled and kissed your forehead. “I’m just so happy that you’re here with me. You make me very happy.” You copied his smile and snuggled closer to him with a happy sigh.
“I love you.” You whispered after some minutes of comforting silence. “And I am very happy you’re here with me, hopefully forever.” You heard Wonwoo sigh lovingly before feeling his lips press of your cheek.
“I love you more, angel.” His voice rasped out and eyes went wide. “Oh no… my voice!”
“Hah! And you can’t blame me, I didn’t do anything.” You chuckled at his panicked face. He was moaning and groaning too loud because of his own doings, you hadn’t even top him.
“Well, I am still blaming you.” He smiled cheekily and kissed your neck softly.
“If you are going to blame me, then I might as well give you a reason to.” You said, pushing him off and climbing on top of him—a stupid smirk on his face and cheeks blushed.
You walked hand in hand into the building, the young girl at the front desk greeting you.
“Hey _____! We have missed you so much!” She squealed and you reached to hug her. “How’s your pre-tour vacation going?”
“Pretty good! I have rested lot, so that’s great.” You smiled and she did too.
“You work too hard!” She mentioned and you laughed. “And hello to you too, Wonwoo!”
Your boyfriend smiled and waved, not wanting her to hear his fucked up voice. She slanted her head and looked at you.
“Vocal rest. We start recording sessions today.” You said and she nodded before sending you both off to your studio.
“Would you look at that… Mr. and Mrs. Jeon are actually on time!” Jeonghan joked and greeted you both.
“Thanks for taking care of him, ____.” Seungcheol said and smiled.
“Actually, about that…” you scratched your neck and the boys sitting around the studio laughed out loud.
“Hello~” Wonwoo rasped out and sent him an apologetic smile making Jihoon sigh in despair.
“One thing. I asked you for one single thing. When will y’all two learn to keep it in your pants, huh?“ he scolded both of you and the men laughed even louder.
“It was not my fault!” Wonwoo croaked out.
“Hey! You asked for it!” You retorted.
“I did not!” Your boyfriend bickered back, making you gasp dramatically.
“You did it all! I didn’t even do anything!” you said. “If anything, when I did, I held back.” You whispered the last part but it was enough for some of the guys to hear, causing Jeonghan to to whistle.
“Ayeee, good job, _____!” You shrugged proudly and high-fived him.
“I need a vacation…” Jihoon said before taking a seat at the console.
“We have two weeks, Hoon.” You rolled your eyes and sat next to him. “Although my birthday is coming soon, so I can’t promise anything…”
♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x afab!reader
♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], pwp
♡ wc: 1.7k
♡ warnings: bigdick!seungkwan, mutual masturbation, alcohol consumption, sexting, nipple play, cum eating, bit of dirty talk, whimpering (obviously), seungkwan hand appreciation pt. 293579234, seungkwan is a mega simp, lil fluff ending, petnames (baby girl, pretty girl / kwannie, good boy)
♡ a/n: this is all @haologram’s fault. ty for the inspiration bestie <3
Seungkwan has a boner that can only be fixed by a steamy facetime call with you.
Your phone died a few hours ago. It was girls’ night and you didn't think to pack your charger, but you and your besties were out barhopping, so you wouldn't have had anywhere to plug it in anyways. You stumble into your bedroom — not terribly drunk at this point, just a bit tipsy still — and plug in the device. You were expecting a handful of missed notifications, but the screen flashes as a string of texts pop up in rapid succession. Opening your messages app, you find 107 unread texts from Seungkwan.
They start out innocuous:
10:54pm
hi babe hope you're having a great night
just wanted to say hi and i love you
stay safe and text me when u get home ❤️
Nothing out of the ordinary, he always texts you pretty regularly throughout the day. But then the messages start getting more frequent — and a bit silly.
11:11pm
make a wish~
i'm wishing for you 😘
i know it's only been a few days but i miss u
11:15pm
did you know otters hold hands when they sleep so they don't float away from each other? isn't that so cute?
that’s us hehe
He texted you in bursts, with only a few minutes in between each set of messages. As if he couldn't stop thinking about you.
11:28pm
i can't stop thinking about you
you're so pretty
wanna kiss u
The further you scroll, the more suggestive the messages start to get.
11:45pm
baaaaabe
send me a selfie
wanna see how cute u look
bonus points if your boobs are in it
11:53pm
can you send me a pic of your boobs 🥺
ik you're out rn but if you happen to have an old one
pls 👉👈
12:01pm
nvm i found some :)
but i meannnn i wouldn't mind another ;)
Several more cute animal facts follow, up until about 10 minutes ago when he dropped the facade and started being straight up horny.
12:33pm
fuck i miss you
you're so hot
i'm ngl i had a few beers and now im just staring at ur nudes
god i wish i was eating you out rn
ur perfect
lmk when u get home
i need u
baby
pls text me back my dick is so hard rn
Grinning, you start typing a reply, but he responds before you can even send the text.
12:44pm
oh thank god
r u home
can i call u
Before you can write the word yes he is already facetiming you.
“Hiiiii,” you say with a giggle as you answer the call.
“You're home right? Alone?”
He looks nearly frazzled, hair unkempt and cheeks tinged pink as if he just ran a few miles. The glaring redness of his ears gives away his inebriated state.
“Yep,” you answer as you plop onto your bed.
“Okay good.”
He tilts the camera downward, showing you the thick bulge in his sweatpants.
“I'm so fucking horny right now.”
“Yeah, I guessed that much,” you grin.
He cups his hand around his bulge, groaning at the slightest pressure.
“Touch yourself for me,” he begs. “I wanna watch you cum. Please.”
The desperation in his voice makes your core ache. You raise the phone in your hand, angling the camera to show your body. The low-cut crop top you wore out shows off your boobs nicely; you grab one breast and caress it, causing Seungkwan to let out a low hum.
"Take your shirt off, baby," he pleads, stroking his cock slowly through the fabric.
"Patience, love," you coo at him. "What's the rush?" you add teasingly.
He lets out a laugh, accompanied by an eye roll. "The rush is that I've been trying not to nut in my pants all night, that's what."
"Aww you were waiting for me, such a good boy."
"Fuck," he growls, clenching his jaw. "Don't tell me that, are you trying to kill me?"
You smirk, blowing a kiss at the camera. Slowly, you pull your top down, letting your breasts fall free. You play with your nipples, already perky from being turned on and hardening further at the exposure to the cool air.
"God, you're so hot," he tells you, practically drooling. "Hang on."
He sets his phone on the desk in front of him, positioning himself in the frame so you can see his face. He scoots the chair back slightly, showing you his clothed erection, looking even larger from this angle. Reaching into his pants, he groans as he wraps his hand around his girth and pulls his cock out — it's thick as ever, its length flourished with pretty veins, its head flush and leaking with precum. He gives himself a few slow strokes, making his eyelids flutter and a delicious moan escape his lips. He opens his eyes, fixing them on you again, gazing at you with uncontrollable lust as his large hand grasps his cock tightly. You slide your hand down to your lap, dragging your fingertips softly up your inner thigh and reaching underneath your skirt. You smile deviously as you bite your lip.
"Oh I'm so wet right now," you inform him smugly. His grip tightens even further, squeezing his cock as a shiny bead of precum dribbles down its side. If his face was pink before, it is now an angry shade of red, the slight sheen of his sweat making him glow. "Wanna see?"
"Please," he begs, his voice nearly cracking.
You lift the skirt's hem, the garment sliding up over your hips as you spread your legs, revealing your bare, glistening pussy. Seungkwan's eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"Oh my fucking god, were you not wearing any panties all night??"
"Nope," you reply proudly. He reaches across the desk for something — you hear the squirting sound of the lube bottle, then watch as he spreads the shiny liquid over his cock. His head falls back against the chair as he starts pumping his fist up and down his length.
"God," he groans. "I'm glad you didn't tell me that, I would've shown up at the bar and fucked you in the bathroom right then and there."
Beaming at him, and quite pleased with yourself, you glide two of your fingers over your cunt, letting out a soft moan as they brush your sensitive clit. You collect the pooling juices on your fingers and lift them to your mouth, licking them clean — prompting Seungkwan to let out a string of pathetic noises.
"Fuck, that's hot," he says through gritted teeth.
With a smirk you spit on your fingertips and lower your hand again, adding the additional wetness to your already-soaked folds. You begin to play with your clit, tracing gentle circles around the bud, but it's already throbbing relentlessly. A firey ache burns through your gut as you watch Seungkwan stroke himself — faster now, as he urgently seeks relief from several hours of being painfully hard.
"I wish you were here Kwannie," you croon at him, slowly sliding your fingers into your cunt. It feels good, but not as good as when he does it. "Want your pretty hands inside me."
"You like when I fuck you with my fingers, don't you baby girl?" His voice is breathy, shaking slightly as his hand rises and falls in his lap.
"Yeah," you respond earnestly, your voice equally quivering. "They're so long and big and pretty, fills me up so good…"
Your words trail off, replaced with blissful moans as you return to your clit. Your fingertips work quickly, flicking across the bundle of nerves as juices drip from your hole. You stare at Seungkwan through the screen, wriggling in his chair as he grows unbearably horny — he licks his lips as he stares back, eyes glazed over as his climax nears.
"I'm so close," he moans. His hand flies up and down his length, mouth slightly ajar as he whimpers. The sound is so pitiful, so pathetic — your toes curl as the burning in your gut swells.
"I'm gonna cum," you whine.
"Cum for me, pretty girl."
You cry out as an electric current surges through you, your entire body trembling with waves of pleasure. You ride out your orgasm, forcing your eyes open so you can maintain eye contact through the screen. Seungkwan gawks at you, not knowing where to look: your pretty, opened mouth with your quivering lips; your supple breasts bouncing perfectly as your body shakes; your perfect, soaked pussy as it pulses; all of you — so perfect.
"Oh fuuuuck," Seungkwan groans. His eyes roll back into his head as he cums with you, gasping as thick white ropes shoot into the air. He grasps his cock in his fist as his hand stills, squeezing tight as it pulses with each release. His chest rises with heavy breaths as he finishes, his eyes still fixated on you as cum drips down his length and all over his hand. He brings his fingers up to his lips, licking the spilt cum off his knuckles and swallowing it, before dropping his arm again and sinking into the chair in his relaxed state.
"I love you," he mumbles, a lazy, blissed-out grin plastered on his face. You giggle, the rush of euphoria still making your head spin in the best way.
"Hey!" he exclaims. "Don't laugh!"
"I'm not! You're just so cute," you smile as you stare at him lovingly, eyelids growing heavy as sleepiness washes over you. "I love you too."
"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks suddenly.
"Nothing, why?"
"Great, I'm going to come over and fuck you all day," he announces matter-of-factly, making you burst out laughing. He gives you a sheepish look.
"If that's okay with you," he adds.
"Of course, silly," you grin. A yawn overtakes you; you roll over onto your side and get comfy.
"Perfect," Seungkwan replies, his soft doe eyes gazing at you affectionately. "Get some sleep babe. I'll see you first thing tomorrow."
SYNOPSIS. Within the elite world of the music industry, you and Jihoon’s relationship has always been private. But when the two of you are in the spotlight, the restraint he guards so honourably begins to unravel, especially when you weaponise a certain Versace dress against him that he could only imagine slipping off your skin and onto the floor. Inspired by Bruno Mars’s song and Woozi’s cover of Versace on the Floor.
PAIRING. music producer!lee jihoon x soloist!fem!reader
GENRE. smut (minors dni 🔞), fluff, suggestive, established relationship
WARNINGS. cursing, jihoon is shamelessly down bad for reader, jihoon owns a penthouse (as he should), they're a literal power couple istg, reader being a MENACE, idk i love when men fold cuz of their women, terms of endearment (love, baby, sweetheart, etc), kissing, making out, strip-teasing 😼, body worship, praise/dirty talk, thigh grinding, handjob, desperate to soft loving sex, unprotected piv sex, missionary, creampie, multiple orgasms
WORD COUNT. 5.9k
notes: lee jihoon.... oh i have missed u. this draft had been rotting since early 2025 until i finally picked it up now :) i hope u all enjoy <3
Jihoon is getting a little antsy.
He’s been standing in the corner of this vast, intimidating, goddamn ballroom for what feels like a millennium. He’s surrounded by a sea of people, all adorned in their finest silk dresses and tailored suits, dripping in jewelry that glints prettily under the golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The air is practically drowning with the scent of expensive perfume coming from all different directions, yet all of it does nothing to ease the restless twitch in his limbs.
The party is hosted as a formal gathering of the best music producers, artists, and lyricists all over the country𑁋a grandeur invite-only exclusive event where industry elites mingle over champagne glasses and engage in business talk; an event where connections are made and silent deals are struck beneath the surface of polite conversation.
Jihoon isn’t much of a socialite. He never has been. Just the occasional mingling, small talk, forced laughter𑁋it’s exhausting. He knows he should be making rounds around the ballroom, shaking hands with others and slipping his name into the right conversations. But instead, he’s mainly here because of you.
He’s supposed to meet you here tonight. That was the plan. You had texted an hour prior that there was a good chance you may be running late because of a last-minute meeting with some producers. But you’re nowhere to be found, not yet, at least. And Jihoon is starting to feel like an absolute fool, lingering in the background and scanning the room like a robot programmed to do so for any sign of you.
He checks his phone again. No new messages. Just the last one you sent over an hour ago warning him you might be late. Jihoon sighs, slipping the device back into his pocket of his dark ruby-red tailored suit, his fingers tapping impatiently against his glass of champagne.
Then, as if on cue, as if the universe finally decided to take pity on his doubts, he spots you.
Emerging out of the throng of people, you arrive like a vision, stepping through the grand entrance, your satin gown catching against the chandelier’s glow. It hugs your figure in all the right ways𑁋the colour a deep, wine red cascading down the floor like molten lava, shimmering with every step you take. Jihoon’s throat tightens. He would recognise that dress anywhere.
He had bought it for you.
Versace. The moment he saw it on display, he knew it belonged to you. It was bold yet elegant, sultry yet refined𑁋the perfect balance, a happy medium, just like you. And now, seeing you dressed in it while walking toward him like you own the entire damn ballroom, he thinks he might actually lose his mind.
You’re breathtaking.
And by all means you know it.
Jihoon even swears the entire party itself comes to a halt the second your presence walks in, the world narrowing to only you. He doesn’t miss the way heads turn as you pass, the way men and women alike steal curious second glances in your direction, admiration and envy hanging in the air. Some elites greet you with murmured acknowledgments, others even call out to you for your attention, yet you don’t stop moving forward, your focus solely fixed on finding him.
He feels a slow burn of pride settle in his chest at the thought. Let them look. They could admire you all they wanted𑁋but at the end of the night, it would be him taking you home.
Your gaze flickers almost frantically across the room, sweeping over dozens of faces that you’re either somewhat familiar with or a complete stranger to, until they finally land on him.
Jihoon sees the exact moment you spot him. Your lips part slightly, the relief in your shoulders easing away. A slow, knowing smile of recognition graces across your features, and damn, if that doesn’t power his heart into overdrive and dries his throat completely. Even the noise of the party seems to quiet a fraction.
Your heels clack against the floor as you cruise over toward him, and Jihoon tightens his grip on the glass in his hands. However, with a noticeable smirk to your lips, you snatch the glass from his grasp to take a brief sip of your own.
Jihoon hears the threats of the floor wanting to swallow him whole.
“Hi, stranger,” You coo, a teasing quip to your voice.
Jihoon simply lets his eyes rake over you once more, before shaking his head.
“You’re late,” he says firmly, though it’s not filled with any disappointment.
“But I’m here now, yeah?” You muse, ghosting your fingers over the lapel of his shirt, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle there. “You clean up well. Red looks good on you.”
Jihoon chuckles at that, heat spreading up to his ears. “Tried to match with you tonight.”
You hum, placing the now half-empty champagne glass on the nearest tray a passing waiter carries. “Good choice, love.”
Instinctively, his hand makes its way to plant at your hip, lightly tracing the curve of your waist with utmost delicacy. You’re standing even closer to him now, the scent of your sweet and floral perfume washing over him like a drug𑁋one that he’s addicted to.
You politely greet a few passersby as they stroll past you both, your voice light and effortless, but Jihoon isn’t giving a single ounce of his attention to them. Right now, his attention is entirely on you and you only. He doesn’t miss the way your fingers brush over his waist and the way your body leans into his just a little more than necessary if other partygoers accidentally walk too close in your space.
It’s fucking unfair.
Because all he can think about is how easy it would be to abandon this goddamn party and take you back to his place, how easy the dress would slip right off your shoulders and pool down to your feet, leaving in you nothing but that smug little smirk you’ve been shooting him since the beginning of time. God, it’s ridiculous how easily it is for him to be wrapped around your finger. You could ask him to burn the whole ballroom down, and he just might, if it meant keeping that look in your eyes all to himself.
Your fingers playfully skim along the collar of his shirt, teasing the fabric as if you’re debating whether to adjust it or not. Jihoon can’t help but swallow the lump that chokes his throat. You’re close𑁋too close, and yet, not close enough.
“You’re quiet,” You acknowledge lowly, tilting your head slightly. “Did the party drain you before I came?”
“Mmh. Something like that,” he mutters.
“You’re always so tense at these things, baby. You gotta let loose a little, you know?” You drag your hand to plant firmly on his chest, and you feel the rapid beating of his heart against your touch. “Indulge in the moment. You know you’re one of the most popular producers in the industry right now, right? My boyfriend’s the hottest topic these days.”
Boyfriend. His chest inflates at that. He loves it when you say that, even after all this time. The word had rolled off your tongue so naturally, so effortlessly, yet it still has a way of rendering him completely useless. It’s a reminder that he belongs to you. People’s eyes may be on him tonight, but he only has eyes for you. Always.
The chuckle that leaves you when you finish speaking is downright sinful. Jihoon isn’t sure if you’re aware of just how much of a menace you are, or if this is all part of your evil plan𑁋either way, he’s irrevocably fucked.
Ever since the news broke out two years ago of your relationship with him, the media had gone in an absolute frenzy. Articles were quickly released digging into your shared history and news reporters had bombarded the two of you any chance they got. Because who would expect Lee Jihoon, the reserved, no-nonsense producer, to be dating you, one of the music industry’s most beloved darlings? It was a pair no one saw coming. A pair that no one had expected.
And the two of you would simply grant them the same answer: that yes, you’re in love with each other. That you got closer because of your similar occupations and mutual friends. That your shared love for music had turned into something deeper.
(On rare occasions, you’d fondly note how Jihoon was actually the one who made the very first move at the very beginning.)
The media called you both a “power couple”. The fans called it fate. The tabloids and netizens called it scandalous.
Jihoon called it home.
“I think they’re watching us,” You whisper in amusement.
Jihoon doesn’t even have to look up to know that you’re right. He can feel the weight of almost everyone’s stares around the two of you, hear the hushed whispers of those who are more invested in your relationship then they have any right to be. But he doesn’t care𑁋not when your fingers slide down his suit so slow, languidly, playing with the silk fabric as if you’re toying it with delicacy.
“What a shame,” You continue, voice lowering a fraction as you lean in dangerously close to his ear, whispering words only he would know. “If only they knew how much prettier you are without anything on.”
Jihoon stiffens. His breath hitches. And the smirk to your face only grows impossibly wider.
“You’re enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you?” he asks, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your waist, grounding him.
You huff out a giggle. “Maybe a little.”
“Careful.”
“Oh?” You quirk a brow. “Careful of what, love?”
Jihoon lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know exactly what.”
Your grin turns wicked, full of promise and innocence. “Do I?”
A muscle in his cheek twitches at that, making him glance around warily, yet nobody else has seemed to notice. He could kiss you. Right here, right now, in front of everyone here. He could crowd you against the nearest wall and steal the breath from your lips, let his hands map the expanse of your body, feel the silk of your dress and the warmth of your skin beneath it. He could make you regret teasing him like this. He could, and he will.
You know it too. That’s why you’re grinning and touching him like that, tracing the lines of skin that you’ve memorised all too well in private, revisiting territory that only belongs to you as if you’ve already won the game you started in the first place. Yet you also know that Jihoon wouldn’t let you get away with that easily.
But the whole world knows how much of a private person Jihoon is when it comes to things like this𑁋your relationship included. No matter how much you tempt him or how much you push his buttons every damn day, he somehow always manages to keep his composure. At least in public. On top of that, his reputation among the music industry precedes him quite intimidatingly.
The lights of the ballroom suddenly dim down a pitch. The music playing smoothly transitions to a sweet, syrupy tempo. A sensual song fills the gigantic space, beckoning for other couples to abandon their champagne flutes on passing trays and drift to the vastly open dance floor. You don’t even have to turn to Jihoon, instead, you let your hand do the talking by sliding it down his chest to interlace your fingers together.
You give him a small, permissive smile and a gentle tug to his hand. Jihoon hesitates briefly, before he lets you lead him. He follows you because of course he does.
Behind you, he catches the way the crowd naturally parts wordlessly. Perhaps it’s the way you carry yourself like the room has always belonged to you, or the fact that everyone knows who you both are𑁋separately legendary, untouchable together. Or maybe it’s because the sight of Lee Jihoon allowing himself to be willingly pulled onto the dance floor is so rare it feels like witnessing something illegal. But Jihoon knows the majority of that answer is due to you.
When you reach the middle of the dance floor, you turn to face him. Above you both, the glow of the chandelier seems to soften the deep red of your dress. Jihoon’s gaze drops for half a second, yet again tracing over the way the satin clings to your frame perfectly, before dragging back up to your face.
One of your hands finds the nape of his neck, while the other presses right over his heart as you begin to move with slow rolls of your hips. Jihoon’s own hands instinctively find your waist, pulling you in until all the space between your bodies is erased. The silk of your dress is cool against his palm, yet your skin underneath burns with desire.
“You hate dancing,” You whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“I hate dancing with anyone else,” Jihoon corrects gruffly, grip tightening a fraction on you.
The words hit like a spark to gas. A pleased hum comes out from the back of your throat. The two of you continue to move together as if you’ve done it a hundred times before. The song playing in the background is practically white noise at this point, lyrics seemingly all about skin and surrender𑁋and it is absolutely not helping Jihoon right now. Especially not when there are over a hundred witnesses and he could feel every single stare on him like static on his skin.
But he doesn’t give a flying fuck about any of that right now. Not right now when he’s holding you and all he could think about is writing his name on every inch of you later if you’d let him, because you’re the only song he knows how to play.
“What are you thinking about right now, baby?” You prod him quietly.
A grimace forms at his lips. “You wore this dress on purpose, didn’t you?”
“You’re the one who bought it for me,” You counter back teasingly. “If I’m wearing it on purpose, that just means you wanted to see me in it on purpose, too.”
Jihoon would never verbally admit how right you are about that, but you can read it on his face. The exact moment he saw the dress on display at the store, his brain short-circuited for five seconds of picturing you in it instead. He bought it on impulse. No second thoughts or hesitation if it costs more than peoples’ rent nowadays. He doesn’t give a damn about the luxury of it. All it matters is if you feel beautiful wearing it.
It seems like he accomplished his mission.
You lean in a little closer. “What do you say I put on a little show for you tonight?”
“A show?” He comes to a fleeting standstill. “What kind of show?”
“A show where I’m the star…” You start, playfully dragging out each word with purpose. “...and you’re the audience. Or a participant, if you’re good.”
Jihoon’s eyes darken at that, his head nearly falling off his neck as he lets out a low, disbelieving laugh that you can feel vibrate into your hand that’s still on his chest. Around the two of you, the other couples around you are still blissfully unaware of the fire that’s growing in the middle of the dance floor.
“You’re killing me,” he mutters, voice almost getting swallowed by the sudden crescendo of the background music and noise. “You’re really fucking killing me here, sweetheart.”
“Good,” You whisper tauntingly. “You’ll be desperate enough for tonight then.”
You guide his hand on his waist lower, just barely an inch and enough to press your hips flush against his. You feel the hard, insistent line beginning to strain against his pants when you roll your body just once into his. A quiet, choked sound escapes out of him, barely audible over the music, but you hear it like a secret meant only for you.
“Jesus,” he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second. “You can’t𑁋fuck. Not here.”
“Then take me home, baby,” You say, eyes turning pleading. “Please.”
Jihoon doesn’t waste more time after that. He takes your hand and begins to weave you both through the crowd, not bothering with any goodbyes or with signing any more deals tonight.
The world can wait, but he can’t.
When the door to Jihoon’s penthouse shuts behind you with a loud, decisive click, that’s when you already know the rest of the world is locked out. It’s enough to snap the final thread of restraint.
The sounds of your sighs and his groans echo through the space as you keep kissing him on the journey to his bedroom. His hands are everywhere on you all at once: one cupping the back of your neck to angle your head just the way he loves it, while the other is sliding down the smooth satin of your dress, gripping it so harshly as if he’s two seconds from tearing it off you. You stumble together down the hallway, neither of you willing to break down the kiss for more than a singular breath.
Every few steps he presses you against the nearest wall. The taste of the champagne earlier lingers on both of your tongues. As your back hits the cool surface for the third time, you smile breathlessly against his lips, giving his tie a playful tug.
“Careful with the dress, love,” You chide huskily. “You paid a fortune for it.”
Jihoon bites the inside of his cheek. “Right now I’m regretting every damn penny if it means I can’t get it off you faster.”
Finally, he drags you into his massive bedroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot. The beautiful city skyline of Seoul spills inside through the high floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in soft waves of neon and moonlight that contrast beautifully with the deep red of your dress, but neither of you is paying any attention to the view. He continues backing you up until your legs hit the bed behind.
He’s pressed up so close to you now that you feel the hard line of his cock straining in his pants. He offers a small grind of his hips against yours, making you let out a soft, satisfied sound. His lips roam down to your jaw before dragging to your neck. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging light as he sucks a mark right below your ear.
When he pulls away, his hands immediately find the zipper on the back of your dress. But before he can tug it down, you stop with a hand pressed to his chest.
“Ah-ah,” You tut with a shake of your head, stepping back a little to create some space between your bodies. “I said I’d put on a show for you, didn’t I?”
Jihoon’s eyes flash at that, but he remains where he is standing, letting his hands hover near your waist as if he’s aching to touch you. “You’re really going to make me wait? Even after how long I’ve been hard since that stupid party?”
You roll your eyes, figuring you might as well give him the benefit of the doubt at least once tonight. In response to that, you spin around so your back is offered to him. He swallows down a lump in his throat as his gaze roams over your figure.
“Take it off for me,” You say coyly over your shoulder. “Slowly.”
Jihoon doesn’t even hesitate. His hands find the zipper again, then slowly but surely, he leisurely drags it down your spine, watching the way the satin starts to unfurl like a rose in bloom. His knuckles graze over the warm skin of your back as he continues, and he has to bite back a groan from how soft you feel under his fingertips.
The dress loosens around your shoulders, the rich wine-red fabric slipping off just enough to reveal the delicate line of your spine he’s worshipped so many times. His breath grows heavier, jaw clenched so tightly he’s surprised it doesn’t crack, chest rising and falling like he’s fighting the overwhelming urge to rip off of you in one go.
When the zipper reaches the bottom, just above the curve of your ass, you give a slight shrug of your shoulders that encourages the rest of the Versace dress to pool down to your ankles in a red heap of useless fabric. You step out of it carefully, kicking it to the side, leaving you in nothing but a pair of matching lace bra and panties and the strappy heels that make your legs look endless.
“Jesus Christ,” Jihoon breathes, stepping up to you from behind. “You look… fuck, you look unreal.”
A sly smile crosses over your face as his hands wander over your sides. You let him worship you a bit, letting out soft sighs of pleasure as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the nape of your neck and down to the newly exposed skin of your shoulders. His palms come up to cup the swell of your breasts from behind, thumb preciously gliding over the lace covering your nipples until they harden from his touch.
“My perfect girl,” he murmurs against your skin. “Always so soft for me…”
Yet before he could spin you around or push you onto the bed like you know he wants to, you turn in his arms yourself. You place both hands to his chest and gently push him until he sits down on the massive bed instead. His dark ruby red suit jacket is already half-off, the first few buttons of his shirt unopened and the tie loosened. He gazes up at you with eyes blown wide of desire, lips parted as he stares up at you like you’re the only thing that exists in his universe.
“Sit still, baby,” You tell him impishly, positioning yourself in between his spread thighs. “No touching unless I say.”
Jihoon groans, reluctantly obeying by digging his knuckles into the sheets by his side. “You’re really enjoying this power trip, aren’t you?”
“Immensely,” You reply with a sweet smile, though it’s far from innocent. “Be good for me and keep those hands right there, yeah? I wanna play with you first.”
He watches closely as you reach behind your back to unhook the clasp of your bra, teasingly letting the straps fall off your shoulders one by one, before finally dropping the fabric to the floor, leaving your breasts bare to his greedy gaze. His breath stutters audibly, cock twitching visibly in his pants as his eyes devour every delicious inch of you in front of him.
Next, your hands drift down to the waistband of your panties, tugging them slightly but not fully peeling yourself out of them yet. Jihoon has already seen you spread out plenty of times before, yet the way you’re teasing him tonight and pushing his buttons to the limit makes it feel like it’s the first time all over again.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about right now,” You murmur, sliding your panties down another agonising inch, enough for Jihoon to catch a teasing glance of your mound and the shadow between your thighs.
Jihoon’s throat works visibly as he swallows, his knuckles white as he grips the sheets impatiently. He forces his eyes close for a moment, as if that might somehow help him regain any control, but it only makes it so much worse. The beautiful, addictive image of you is burned behind his eyelids and seared permanently into his brain.
“I’m thinking…” he starts, voice rough and gravelly. “…that if you don’t let me touch you in the next ten seconds, I might actually lose my mind.”
You hum amusedly. “You need to be more specific, baby.”
“God, you’re so…” He purses his lips into a tight line, looking like he might actually spontaneously combust any second. “Wanna taste you so badly… feel you clench around my fingers, my mouth, my cock… I don’t even care which one first. You’re driving me fucking insane standing there like that.”
The rawness of his honesty sends a thrill of heat directly down to your core. You love it when he’s like this𑁋the most reserved and composed music producer unravelling just because of you. Biting your lip, you slip the rest of your panties all the way down, tossing it uselessly into the pile where your dress is. The room falls into a thick silence the second he finally sees you completely naked.
Jihoon looks like he’s been struck dumb. The dim lighting of the room highlights all the curves he’s been dying to map with his mouth, dark eyes dragging down your body and back up again. As he lingers on the gift between your legs, his tongue darts out to wet his own lips. Even from where he’s sitting, he can see how worked up you are.
“Please,” he whines, the word sounding almost foreign to his tongue𑁋Lee Jihoon doesn’t beg, but in this moment, he’s seconds away from it. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet.” You say, stepping in between his legs. Then you swing a leg over his right thigh, settling your bare cunt directly onto the firm muscle. Jihoon’s eyes widen as he watches you begin to grind your slick folds over the fabric of his pants in a slow, lazy rhythm, soft moans escaping out of you and filling his ears like a song on repeat.
The friction is immediate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine as your clit drags over his thigh, leaving a damp spot on the ruby red fabric. His hands twitch violently at his sides, desperate to touch you, to feel you, but he keeps them planted on the bed just like you ordered, despite the way his thoughts are trying to reprimand him otherwise.
As you continue to grind on him, you reach between your bodies to drag down the zipper of his pants, finally freeing his cock out of its confines. It springs out thick and heavy, flushed at the tip and leaking steadily for you. The sight makes your mouth water and your cunt clench around nothing, but you tell yourself to keep focus𑁋you want to play with him a little first.
Jihoon lets out a shaky groan as your fingers wrap around his length, his hips instinctively twitching in your grasp. He’s burning hot in your palm, and you give him one firm stroke from the base to the tip, letting your thumb swirl over the head to spread his precum.
“You’re dripping all over me,” he rasps, his head falling back as you continue to rock against him. “Can feel how wet you are, sweetheart… making a pretty mess on my thigh…”
“You like that, baby?” You whisper hotly, lips grazing the shell of his ear as you grind down particularly hard on him. “Me riding your thigh while I jerk you off like this?”
“I𑁋fuck, yeah𑁋keep grinding your pretty pussy on me… just like that...”
You chuckle against his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin before picking up the pace. Your hips move down faster, grinding down with more pressure; and at the same time, you continue to stroke his cock with the same speed you’re grinding at, making him flex his thigh to give you the friction you’re looking for.
His large bedroom fills with the sounds of your combined desperate gasps and sighs. If someone were looking in from another building at the same high level where his penthouse is, they’d be watching the music industry’s most beloved couple getting lost in one another. They’d see the usually reserved Lee Jihoon reduced to putty while his girlfriend strokes his cock like she owns him so shamelessly. The thought of it only motivates your movements even more, sending pleasure coiling tightly through your body.
“Slow down𑁋shit𑁋I’m not gonna last,” Jihoon warns, but the way his hips are subtly bucking more into your hand tells you he doesn’t actually want you to slow down. “Stop teasing and let me fuck you properly.”
That only makes you tighten your grip on him, the wet sounds of your hand gliding up and down on his dick bouncing off the walls and completely hypnotising you.
“That’s the plan,” You mutter, nipping lightly at his jaw before soothing the spot with your tongue. “I want you desperate before I let you fuck me.”
The laugh that leaves him is straight up pained, a shudder running through his entire frame, his cock throbbing heavily in your palm. You can tell he’s getting close, so you speed up a little more while grinding your clit in dirty circles on his thigh. Your simultaneous orgasms continue to build up together like layers upon layers on a perfectly composed track.
“I’m close,” he warns again raggedly, thrusting up measuredly into your hand. “Gonna cum all over your hand, baby. You want that?”
You nod desperately, your own hips faltering in rhythm as you feel your peak coming closer and closer. “Cum for me, Jihoon. Let go for me.”
Just from that, a guttural groan leaves him as he spills all over your fingers in thick, hot pulses. You keep stroking him through it, watching his thighs shake beneath you. The sight of him falling apart sends you right over the edge as well𑁋your orgasm crashing into you with barely any warning, a sharp cry of his name ripping out of your throat as you ride the last waves of release on his thigh.
For a few long moments, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city life outside. Jihoon’s eyes are hazy and half-lidded as he watches you practically slouch into him, your body trembling slightly from the release. Then, finally, he lifts one of his hands from the sheets to settle onto your hip, thumb tracing soothing circles over your skin.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs while still catching his breath. “My dirty tease.”
You let out a breathless laugh, allowing your head to fall onto his shoulder. “Mmh… You love it, though.”
“Too much,” he admits with a faint smile.
One of his hands comes to gently cradle the back of your neck, guiding your head back up so he can kiss you. It’s slow and deep, not as frantic as before, yet heavy with everything he hasn’t said yet tonight. When he pulls back, his gaze grows dark again.
“My turn,” he says simply.
Before you could tease him any further, Jihoon moves fast. In one smooth, powerful motion, he grabs your waist and flips you onto your back on the bed. The surprised gasp that leaves you dissolves into a laugh as he cages you between his arms, his weight forcing you down onto the mattress.
You feel the heat spreading down to your core as you watch him sit back to shed the remains of his clothes. His ruby red suit jacket is tossed carelessly away, then the loosened tie, half-buttoned shirt, and pants follow quickly after. The city lights streaming in paint over his beautiful bare form with slivers of neon and silver. His cock brushes your thigh, hardening again even after earlier.
He doesn’t give you time to admire him for long before he’s kissing you again.
“Gonna fuck you properly now, yeah?” he mutters into your mouth.
Jihoon’s hand slides down your body possessively, before gripping your leg and hooking it over his hip. The head of his cock nudges your entrance, sliding through the residual wetness from your previous orgasm.
You arch up into him, trying to pull him closer, but he holds back just enough to make you whine.
“Jihoon𑁋”
“Shh,” he hushes, nipping at your bottom lip. “You made me wait all night. Now I get to take my time with you.”
When he finally, finally, pushes himself into you, it’s with a deep thrust that buries him to the hilt, making you dig your nails into his shoulders. A sharp moan tumbles out of the two of you at the same time. Your sensitive walls stretch perfectly around his length, his breathing ragged as he holds still for a moment to let you adjust.
“Fuck.” Jihoon’s forehead falls onto yours. “Always so tight… so perfect for me, sweetheart.”
Jihoon fucks you like he’s been starving for it all night. It’s raw, possessive, but always filled with undying devotion. His eyes stay solely locked on your face as he continues driving into you while gripping your thigh to keep you close, open, his.
“I love you,” he confesses between thrusts. “Love how you feel… love how you drive me crazy… love that you’re mine only… my beautiful muse…”
Each word of praise is emphasised through each thrust into you. He doesn’t rush. Even in the heat of it, there’s something so purely soft wrapped in how he doesn’t speed up or selfishly chase after his release. He keeps it all entirely focused on you, watching every flicker of pleasure that crinkles your features like it’s more beautiful than any lyrics he’s ever written. No words can ever replace the fact that you’re the only melody he’s ever wanted to listen to.
When your orgasm washes over you, it’s gentle yet overwhelming, a heavenly cry of his name as the climax rolls through your body. Jihoon follows right after with a low, heartfelt groan, tightening his arms around you as he spills inside of you one final time. He keeps himself buried within you, littering gentle kisses to your eyelids, cheeks, and the corner of your mouth𑁋each one a silent I love you.
The two of you take a minute to breathe before he pulls out of you, a quiet hiss leaving you from the loss. Then he pulls you into his arms and tucks you closely into his chest. The scent of sex wafts through the air, the skyline casting a dim glow across the room, but nothing feels as warm as being held by him.
Outside, the city keeps glowing. But inside, the world has narrowed down to just the both of you: your bodies tangled together like overlapping verses, and the deep wine-red Versace dress lying forgotten on the floor like a beautiful afterthought, exactly where it belongs.
ꨄ︎ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Seungcheol is quite needy this morning. Will you give in?
ꨄ︎ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: husband!Seungcheol x f.reader
ꨄ︎ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pwp, smut, a lil fluff, 18+
ꨄ︎ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (missionary, riding), nail digging, overstimulation, clit stimulation
ꨄ︎ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.8K words
ꨄ︎ 𝐀𝐍: Randomly thought about Seungcheol begging for it randomly this weekend and I needed to write it haha. Thank you @hannieoftheyear for looking at this so quickly. Love youuuuu <3
“Come on, baby—”
“No, Cheol. I have to go to work, and I cannot be late again.”
“Just the tip, please—”
“Cheol.”
It’s one of those mornings when your husband, Seungcheol, can’t keep his hands off you. It started early this morning when he woke you up with kisses before your alarm went off five minutes later. Not wanting to risk being late, you slipped out of bed and ran into the shower, hoping it would stop his antics. But then you catch him watching you as you dry off, discreetly palming himself under the blanket. You feel him creep up on you as you’re bent over, rubbing your body with your favorite lotion that leaves you smelling divine. You throw him a look in the mirror, watching him gaze at you with a mix of love and lust.
“It’s not happening, sir,” you warn, turning to face him. “I can’t be late to work today.”
“Why?” He raises his brows. “Do you have an important meeting today?”
“No,” you say carefully, acutely aware that you are still naked. “I just don’t want to be late today.”
You are putting up a brave front, stepping around him and into the closet. His hand brushes against your hips on the way, and tiny jolts of excitement spread throughout your body. Despite you saying no, your body says the opposite, your insides practically screaming to let him put in said tip. It doesn't help that Seungcheol looks the sexiest in the mornings, with his sleepy look and slightly disheveled hair. You imagine your fingers running through it, tugging it tightly while you kiss his perfect lips, riding him—
“Ahem.”
Snapping out of your reverie, you glance at Seungcheol before praying your perfume and body mist. He saunters toward you, his hands caressing your hips as his lips grace your neck. Your breath hitches involuntarily, your body betraying you as it reacts to his touch. He knows what he is doing, and you want to give in, but you must stay strong and stick to the schedule.
“Seungcheol,” you softly murmur, attempting to free yourself from him gently. “Not now.”
His fingers sneak lower, flirting with your bikini line. You turn, squinting your eyes at him before successfully unwrapping his hands around you and walking away. You had to leave for your own sake, because if you stayed a minute more, he would have you bent over the bathroom counter, again.
“I don’t know why you’re fighting it,” Seungcheol’s voice carries from the closet. “I know you’re thinking about it.”
A slow smirk plays on your lips, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the vivid imagery playing in your head. Your body tingles with excitement and lust, thinking of the last time he suggested ‘just the tip.’ You hear shuffling in the closet, and you pretend to look busy, digging for something imaginary to deter Seungcheol on his conquest. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around, Seungcheol is shirtless, twirling the matching set of bra and panties you had set out for today. He has a mischievous glint in his eye that makes you gulp. God, you are in trouble.
“Are you looking for these?” Seungcheol asks, feigning innocence.
“Possibly…” your voice trails off, squinting your eyes at him. “Not sure how you ended up with them.”
“Maybe I wanted to help you get dressed, since you don’t want to be late and all.”
You scoff, moving towards him and attempting to grab your undergarments. “I’m a big girl,” you roll your eyes. “I can dress myself.”
“I know, I know,” Seungcheol nods in agreement. “But wouldn’t it be so much quicker if you had help?”
You raise your brow at him, aware of the game he is trying to play. You watch him lower himself to his knees, lifting your leg and sliding your panties through it. His eyes are pleading, practically begging for what he wants. He licks his bottom lip at the sight of your naked center, a small sigh escaping his lips. Heat surges through you like a blue flame, your cunt undoubtedly wet and craving his tongue.
“Stop,” you murmur, locking your gaze with his. “You know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” Seungheol teases, kissing your inner thigh. “Tell me.”
“Don’t be coy with me,” you say with a resigned sigh. Looking at the time displayed on your digital clock, you gently grab his chin with your fingers. “Do it before I change my mind.”
“With pleasure, baby.”
His tongue graces your folds, tasting and playing with your clit in ways that make you gasp, clutching onto his hair. He doesn’t break his contact with you, carnal lust taking over him as he hums in your pussy. Pleasure courses through your body at the littlest movements, your hips slowly riding his tongue.
Seungcheol grips your thighs tighter, and he delves deeper, slurping and moaning sounds echoing in the room. The vibrations of his lips make you twitch, gripping his hair tighter. “Fuck, Cheol,” you grit your teeth, pleasure shooting through your abdomen.
“You look divine on my tongue, baby,” he murmurs, not letting up. “Give me more.”
With renewed vigor, Seungcheol slips two fingers inside of you, and you see heaven. Your pussy clenches around him, his tongue flattening against your clit as he thrusts into you relentlessly. You’re coming undone, legs shaking as his name spills from your lips like a mantra. You make the mistake of looking down, his lips and cheeks covered with your nectar, and it sends you over the edge, screaming colorful obscenities as you fall into an abyss of pleasure.
Seungcheol is earnest, lapping up everything you offer him, gripping you tighter until your legs give out, your bed being your saving grace as you fall back. He chuckles, licking his lips incessantly as your wetness is spread all over his face. Mind fuzzy from the pleasure, you lie back on the bed, your sheets giving you a soft, cool reprieve to the hot sensation spreading all over your body.
“Are you okay, love?”
You make a minimal effort to lift yourself, studying your husband as he licks his lips, completely satisfied.
“I am… a puddle,” you burst into a giggle, in disbelief. “I can’t believe I let you rope me into that.”
“I can be creative,” Seungcheol gloats, running his fingers through his hair. The bed creaks as he climbs on, towering over you and kissing you deeply. You’re in a daze, his lips and your taste on his tongue putting you in a trance. You feel strung out, overflowing with a lust that only your husband can fix, and it doesn’t help that his tip is poking at your entrance through his boxers.
“So,” he clears his throat, drawing lines across your chest. “Did I earn it?”
You throw him a look before letting out a silvery laugh. Seungcheol, ever the pleaser since you first met him, will always make sure he does a good job. “I think you managed.”
Seungcheol looks at you, surprised, amusement etched on his face. “Managed?”
“Yes. Managed,” you tease him. “You could always be better.”
You roar into laughter as Seungcheol lifts your legs, shoving down his sweats and his large cock springing free. He taps it on your clit, oversensitivity and pleasure shooting through your thighs. Your nails dug into his arm in retaliation, a fire burning your belly as you crave to be fucked.
“Just the tip?” He asks, sliding slowly into your wetness. Your fingers cling to your sheets, your eyes rolling back as his girthy cock goes in inch by inch. You shouldn’t have teased him, you know this, because now he has you where he wants you, just as he planned.
“More than the tip,” you purr, accepting the inevitable. “All of it.”
Without warning, he snaps his hips into you, fucking you without mercy. His strokes are long, deep, the kind that fill you up with joy and leave you with tears in your eyes. He pulls you closer, tasting your skin as your nails dig deeper into his back. Your walls spasm around him, loving every minute of the dick he is dropping off, for sure punishment for your teasing earlier.
“Fuck,” you rasp, feeling your peak reaching once more. “You feel so fucking good.”
You feel him grin against your neck, hitting you with a final stroke before lifting you and turning you over. He scurries to the baseboard, beckoning for him to come to him, wiggling his glistening cock. You crawl over to him happily, climbing over and sinking on him slowly, both groaning in unified satisfaction.
“Come here,” Seungcheol mutters, pulling you closer. “Give me your lips.”
His kiss is gratifying, your tongues interwining with another as you ride him, bouncing on his cock the way he likes it. Your pussy gushes as he fucks back, his fingers rubbing your clit vigorously like he owns it. Hit with a shock of pleasure that courses through your veins, you increase the pace and pull his hair, chasing your second orgasm. As if he read your mind, he pounds into you harder, taking your nipple and sucking on it fervently.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you whimper, everything turning white.”Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby,” he grunts. “Give it to me.”
It comes sharp and quick, your legs shuddering and your moans throaty and wet. You cling to Seungcheol as he talks you through it, whispering songs of praise and peppering you with kisses. His thrusts become rigid, signaling his own release as he lets out a loud guttural moan, your walls still pulsating as he empties himself into you. Relishing in each other, you still, your hearts beating as one, as he caresses your back. Love can’t describe what you feel.
“Are you still going to go in?” Seungcheol asks, drawing lines along your back. “Stay home and make it a 3-day weekend.”
Chuckling in the crook of his neck, you gaze at him, kissing him softly. “This was all a part of your plan, huh? Fuck me good and leave me too tired to move?”
Seungcheol peals into laughter, caressing your cheek. “And if it was?”
You lock eyes with him, a knowing look on your face as you lift off him slowly. “Do you remember the last time you begged for ‘just the tip?’” You point at the nightstand, your finger directed at a shiny baby monitor on display next to your wedding portrait.
“So?” Seungcheol shrugs with a smug look. “We can always have another.”
You shake your head with laughter, making your escape before you give him any ideas. A baby’s cry is heard through the monitor, and your heart pangs with guilt. The sunlight shines through the blinds, casting a soft glow that promises a peaceful day. You silently laugh, your shoulders shaking heavily as it dawns on you that at the end, Seungcheol is going to get what he wants.
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