woonhak knows he has nice hands. faint veins, large palms, and long fingers. there’s a sense of pride that rushes to his head when he notices you staring, knowing your attraction to them.
it’s like he does it on purpose. getting you all hot and bothered by not so subtly tensing just enough for his forearm to flex. or toying with his hands, curling his fingers around whatever he’s holding with a light squeeze. and to anyone else it’d just look like he’s fidgeting out of boredom but you know those fingers better than anyone else.
the way they twitch around the rim of a water bottle is identical to how the tips of his fingers tease your cunt. he’ll collect your slick and sloppily spread it all over your pussy, smearing your arousal around as the tips of his fingers brush against your hole. then, he’ll slowly work one, then two digits inside as his tongue darts out to lick your clit. they reach so deep inside of you and turn your brain into mush every time he moves. he’s already trained to know exactly where to press up against that gummy spot that has you seeing stars, always so eager to draw those pretty moans from out of you.
his hands in general are always put to good use on you, whether it be his palm pressed flat against your clit while his fingers do all the work, or tweaking your perked up nipple as he mouths at the other. it’s like they’ve already pinpointed all of your weak spots to go after and make you dizzy. but he’s never too harsh, always pressing a gentle kiss to wherever he thinks he was a little rough and makes it up to you by dragging out another orgasm as you whine into his neck with his fingered buried deep.
and he’s filthy, licking each digit clean and practically moaning at the taste before leaning in to make you taste yourself on his tongue. he drags the muscle down your neck, looking up at you with needy eyes, waiting for permission to mark you up. he gets drunk off of your body, in love with how pliable you are in his hold and how you react when his lips brush over a particularly sensitive spot. he eventually ends up back at face level with your lower tummy, begging to let him go for another round because he’s obsessed with making you finish on his fingers and licking you clean.
you think he’s started craving you ever since the first time he’s had a taste. there’s a heat behind his eyes that’s begging you to let him have you on his tongue. whether you’re out in public in a dress he likes, or if you’re just lounging at home in a loose pair of sleep shorts, his mouth waters at just a glimpse of your thighs. he’ll rest a hand on your knee and inch his way up with the most eager and needy look in his eyes that tells you he’s been thinking of it for a while. and when you finally let him, his fingers take no time to peel your underwear off of you and slide in right where they belong.
* . 𖡼 ᰍᩚ such a tease!!
your boyfriend has grown a bit of an obsession with going down on you. some days he’ll take it slow and make you beg him to touch you more, loving how needy you get for his mouth. he’ll build up your arousal with lingering touches and take his sweet time pressing kisses between your thighs and grinning at how impatient you are. and other days, he’ll get straight to the point by pushing you against the nearest surface and nudging his cheek against your upper thigh and thumbing at the hem of your panties in an attempt to coax you into letting him bury himself in you.
he used to be so nervous, always glancing up for reassurance that he’s making you feel good. but his hesitation soon cleared when seeing the way your hips bucked up to chase his mouth with every kitten lick he gave to your cunt. the first time you came on his tongue and he saw that glazed over look in your eyes, woonhak almost came on the spot. since then he’s sought out to give you everything his mouth can offer.
overstimulating also is also another habit of his. it’s an addiction; his mouth latched onto your swollen clit, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves while his fingers bully your insides. he can’t pull away now, not when you’re moaning so pretty and your pussy is even sweeter, he’d be a fool to leave such a beautiful sight unattended. there’s no use trying to squirm out of his grip because you’ll only be dragged back and finger fucked into another orgasm, cunt pulsing cum into his mouth for the nth time. the louder your cries get only fuel him to press his face deeper and rut your sensitivity against his nose.
and woonhak knows it’s greedy and selfish to keep pulling orgasms out of you nonstop, but he just can’t help it when you look so pretty while you cum. he’s obsessed with watching it, seeing your pussy twitch out of oversensitivity and feeling you squeeze so hard around his tongue is something he will never get tired of. sometimes, he’ll even purposely groan against your skin to watch you shiver at the vibrations. and of course he’s always so eager to lap up the mess he’s made which only brings your already sensitive cunt closer to cumming again and starts the process all over.
he loves the burst his ego gets when the tears welled up in your eyes are running down your cheeks and the grip you had on his hair begins to tighten. his palms spread you open even further, highlighting how embarrassingly messy you are despite all of the times you claimed you couldn’t cum anymore. he doesn’t let you hide in the tear soaked pillow or he’ll threaten to stop if you’re not looking at him. in fact, he’ll get whiny if you try to avoid him and beg you to keep your eyes on him as if the only thing in your head isn’t how full of him you are. it’s the validation of knowing you’re losing your mind because of him and he won’t stop until every last thought is about him.
i’ve been SOO woonhak pilled lately and these clips from the tour are gonna kill me guys like i am NAWT their strongest soldier fr omg. anyways jaehyun will be next!! :3 ┈┈ masterlist ⭒ taglist -> @ilysungho .. @nikisleftside ..
synopsis: is it really casual between you two after his reaction to seeing you with another guy?
warnings: smut, dom!taesan x sub!reader, angst, toxic situationship, taesan is an asshole tbh, oral sex (f. receiving), overstimulation, punishment, degradation, jealousy (toxic one though), it is really hurts actually trust me, english is not my first language
wc: ~1K
my note: guys u NEED to listen to this song before/while reading it just makes so much sense. maybe there’s a chance for part 2? who knows ദ്ദി ' ᵕ ' )
"your pupils are blown wide, babe," taesan pulls away for just a second to lick his lower lip. "is it because you like me or my tongue, huh?"
you can’t even mumble an answer, but he doesn’t need one. he can see your trembling legs and how your wetness is staining the leather seat of his dad's old toyota under you. that’s all he needs.
you whimper again as taesan buries his face between your thighs with a fresh wave of passion—his tongue teasing your slit, sometimes sliding slightly into your hole, before switching right back to your clit. it's torture, pure torture.
"tae, i-i’m close..." you try to force out a few coherent words, but honestly, you fail miserably. your legs are already going numb from being in this position for so long: spread eagle on the back seat. taesan literally folds you in two, your knees pressed against your chest while he’s down there, eating you out like a starving man.
"you really think you deserve to cum, you little slut?" he looks up at you from between your legs, and you can see that flash of anger in his eyes again — the one that had only vanished for a brief second.
actually, the thing between you two isn’t a relationship. it’s more like friends with benefits, though you were never really friends to begin with. there was always this tension between you, and one night after a mutual friend’s birthday, it finally snapped. that evening you found yourself in his apartment, screaming his name louder than you ever thought you could. the aftermath: hickeys all over your body, nail scratches on his back, and four used condoms in the trash. you thought maybe in the morning he’d ask you out. maybe after spending some time together, he’d even ask you to be his girlfriend. but that never happened. the only thing he said was, "let’s keep it casual, ok? i don’t really need anything serious right now." taesan could clearly see the disappointment in your eyes, so the last words you heard that morning were, "by the way, you have the best ass i’ve fucked in a while, babe."
so the fact that you didn’t stop seeing each other... was it a complete lack of self-respect on your part? maybe. but you couldn’t say no to his texts — he sounded so needy in every single one of them — and your head spun at the mere thought of the orgasms he drove you to. and besides, as much as you hated to admit it, you were already head over heels in love.
but yesterday, after another stupid week of waiting for taesan's texts, you realized you couldn't do this anymore and picked up your phone. sungho was a sweet guy who’d been trying to pursue you for a while, so you figured, maybe it was time to give him a chance? one date wouldn't hurt, right? especially since taesan insisted on calling whatever you two had "casual."
but the moment you ran into taesan and his friends on your way home after a perfect night at a cozy cafe, you knew you were dead. on the outside, he didn't show a single hint of annoyance: he said hi to both of you and introduced himself to sungho. after all, you were just friends to everyone, right? but the look he gave you... you knew you wouldn’t get off that easy.
the second you guys parted ways, a text popped up on your phone a couple of minutes later: "did i not treat you well enough that you decided to find some pathetic mutt to chase after you? i'll show you how bad of a decision that was."
and that’s exactly how you ended up in this exact position right now. this time, there was no teasing, no flirting, no joke in taesan’s text. just a cold: "i'm outside your building. come down and don't make me wait."
"i really can't get it, y/n," taesan pulls away from between your legs again, wiping his wet chin with the back of his hand while watching the tremors racking your legs. "i thought you liked my dick and everything i give you. but then i saw you with that coward? can you imagine what i felt?"
his fingers replace his tongue as he lectures you like you skipped your homework. without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them exactly the right way, sending even more wetness dripping down your thighs.
"it’s like a puppy i fed with the best food decided to sneak into my neighbor’s house just to eat some cheap shit."
tears that had pooled in the corners of your eyes from sheer overstimulation spilled down your cheeks — now not just from the intense physical pleasure, but from a sharp ache in your chest. he’s comparing you to a pet. it’s almost laughable. and what’s even funnier is that you really weren't any different from a loyal puppy when it came to taesan.
"so now i have to train you not to jump on other guys' cocks like the pathetic whore you are!" his irritation builds as he speaks, and by the end of the sentence, his fingers inside you are moving with animalistic force.
you didn't stand a chance of holding back. just a second later, with a loud moan, you feel a massive wave of pleasure completely crash over you, your legs shaking violently while wetness drips down your thighs. did you just...?
"you squirted? are you fucking serious, y/n?" taesan smirks, his eyes darkening. "was that your plan from the beginning? didn't know you liked this kind of treatment. my puppy really is pathetic."
you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye, so you turned your head away. your chest is still heaving from the intense orgasm taesan just forced out of you.
out of the corner of your eye, you watch him grab some wipes from the glove box to clean you up first, then the leather seat under you, before climbing back over to the driver's seat. you can't even move: your bottom half is still completely bare, your hair is a mess, and tears are drying on your cheeks.
taesan looks at you through the rearview mirror with something almost like admiration before speaking:
"i’m gonna end you both if i see you with him again, got it, babe?"
maybe its the avoidant attachment or the other 5242 mental illnesses in me speaking but having this type of toxic situationship could genuinely fix me idk.. (but only with taesan tho)
Leehan is definitely a muncher, he loves eating you out, it doesn't matter if you came twice, thrice or a quintillion times, he will not stop until he is satisfied. He isn't doing it for your pleasure, but rather his. He's a selfish man who thrives off of seeing you whimper and squirm.
The thought of your teary eyed self peering down at him after he'd been mercilessly eating you out? Enough to make him cum in his pants really.
He will overstimulate you so hard, slapping your hand away when you tug on his manbun to get him to stop since you've become heavily sensitive.
Your bud is all swollen and wet, from your own essence and his saliva, yet he doesn't stop, continuing to suckle and fuck you with his tongue until you're left shaking.
You didn't know how long it has been, an hour probably since Leehan started devouring you. Your legs just felt like jelly at this point, your entire lower body had given up long ago.
PAIRING: Vampire!Myung Jaehyun x Vampire!Fem Reader
SYNOPSIS: Late night feedings with your vampire lover weren't anything unusual. The familiar routine being followed since the day he turned you. Helping you hunt and feed. That's when you discovered the joy in death.
WC: 1.2k
Life after death proves to be better than going through life alive. Things feel more altered. Heightened hearing abilities, vision, smell, taste. Who knew the plasma of a human could taste so exquisite? The closest thing you'd probably get to a rich taste is wine, but even that wouldn't come close to the satisfying taste of a human's blood. This is your new diet now. Your new normal. Though, only for you and your lover. Your lover who couldn't bear the idea of watching you age and wither before his eyes. He'd spent centuries alone never finding his perfect fit. Until you. He sat beside where you lay holding on to your hand as he felt it grow colder and colder as the minutes went on. Watching the blood seeping out of your bite wounds. It's not until your eyes finally snapped open that he sighed out in relief. It worked.
What felt like yesterday was now many, many years ago. Late night feedings with your vampire lover weren't anything unusual. The familiar routine being followed since the day he turned you. Helping you hunt and feed. That's when you discovered the joy in death. You found joy in hunting for your next victim. Found joy in going out around town at midnight indulging in human like things for the fun of it. Once upon a time, this was your life, but you wouldn't dare dwell too long on the thought of your humanity. For you are much happier with your new reality, hand in hand with your love.
"I don't think I've ever felt this alive." You lick your fingers clean of the red liquid coating your hands. But that proves to be useless because you're completely covered in blood.
Sure, there are ways for vampires to feed that don't necessarily leave them drenched in their victims' blood, but where's the fun in that? Besides, this was a meal you were sharing. Vampires can feel boredom as well. They can have a craving for fun. Your idea of fun is going halves on a neck. Jaehyun currently going to town on the right side.
"Red is a beautiful color on you, my love." A bloody smile is directed at you.
You lean over the dead body laying in the middle of the bed to share a loving kiss. Of course not in your own bed, no. You like to do your business in the guest bedroom and dump the body after. It would've made a human queasy. They'd have puked their guts out. But you're not human anymore. As sick as it is, a vampire has to feed.
"You look ravishing as well, honey." You drag his bottom lip down exposing more blood pooling in his mouth, watching it drip down his chin.
You're both a mess. Lips smeared, clothing stained, fingers leaving prints behind on skin. Feeding is like foreplay. At least for you two. A nightly feeding always results in messy, bloody sex. Yes, even with the corpse of your victim still present. They just get pushed to the side for space.
"Could just eat you whole." You run your tongue along his jaw moaning at the taste. You rip the rest of his shirt open. The last few buttons leaving the rest of him covered now scattered, landing on the bed and some on the floor. He bites down on the spot where he'd have felt your pulse. If you had one. He licks over the rest of your cold, stained skin then bites down on the center of your throat.
"Don't you miss the thrill of it?" His kisses run back up from your neck to your chin till he reaches your lips. "The possibility of me drinking you dry?" He speaks against your lips.
That was probably the only human trait you missed. Fear. You don't have any reason to feel the emotion now. You are the fear, but there was a time when Jaehyun would inflict it on you. Always afraid he'd go too far when you allowed him to feed on you. There was a time you feared death, but you wouldn't lie and say you didn't love to indulge in the danger. A delicate human who dare to put all her trust into a monster who wouldn't hesitate to drain her dry if he truly wanted.
"Maybe a little." You grin, laying him back against the pillows. Crawling onto his lap, you reach for the hem of your top and pull it off. His hands immediately reach up to cup your tits. His thumbs rubbing over your hardened nipples. You sigh and let your head fall back when his hands slide up to your throat playfully squeezing it.
"Death looks stunning on you," his hands slide back down your body to the button on your jeans. Quickly pulling them off then settling back on his lap, he lets his fingers trail over your spine. "So beautiful." He whispers and wraps his mouth fully around your breast.
"How would you feel if I bit here?" He pulls away from your tit leaving it coated in spit and blood. He's got that mischievous look in his eyes. A look you know all too well. The result of having a playful lover.
"Do it."
You watch the way his fangs dig in to the plush of your breast. Watch the way blood slowly trickles from the wound, his tongue following the trail. Another pro about being a vampire is: the time span of a wound healing is instantaneous. The bite marks beginning to close up just as he pulled away.
"Now can we have the real fun?" You pout, grinding down on his bulge. "We already did all the foreplay. Just wanna get on with it." You pull his pants and boxers down mid thigh too impatient to pull them off all the way.
"So impatient, aren't you?" He caresses your cheekbone. The sight of you just breathtaking. He's never met anyone meant more for this life than you. "We've got all the time in the world."
"But I really want you inside me." You run his tip along your lips that playful glint in your eye as you watch him. You look down to see his tip slicked in your wetness. You direct it to your hole a small breath leaving your lips watching the way it gets swallowed in.
"Fuck, so gorgeous, aren't you?" His hands are holding on to your hips. Eyes also on your cunt. Jaehyun's mentioned how beautiful you are and he means all of you. A woman carved by the goddesses and here he has you in his arms. Beautiful in life and in death. His eyes could never tire of the view.
"Quit staring so hard or I might think you're in love with me." Taking his cock in completely, you wrap your arms around his neck starting up a slow bounce.
"Would it be too soon if I was?"
"We've only just met." You tease.
"But I'm so in love with you. Obsessed, even." He tucks your hair behind your ear. His angel sent from above or would it be from below? Whichever way it goes.
"I'd hope you are since we're stuck together forever."
"And I wouldn't want it any other way, my love."
The candles cast shadows over the room, coating it in a floral scent. It helps hide the smell of death. Sort of. You're suddenly aware of the body still lying next to you unintentionally turning it into a cuddle sandwich. You both sigh at the inconvenience.
"I think he has a voyeurism kink."
AUTHORS NOTE: No she was not wearing a bra cause we're freeing the nips. In case no one has realized yet, I'm currently obsessed with vampires and from that obsession came this fic >⩊<
contains: perv!reader, masturbation (f), boxer stealing (reverse panty stealing trope), use of toy (bullet vibrator), unestablished relationship w/ leehan, edging, overstimulation, implied dom!leehan, blowjob mentioned
the hamper’s a mess. his clothes are lying all around the floor, and a pair of his favorite boxers? missing.
well, not really.
you missed him too much, and he wasn’t going to be home until a couple hours later. before he left, you promised leehan that you’d do the laundry before he gets back. but you had to wait for one more set of clothes—the ones your wearing right now—before starting the load. and obviously, the missing boxers in your hand.
“leehan…” you softly whimper out, breathing in the scent of him that clung to the cloth as your other hand held your vibrator right on your clit. the tingly sensation of coming close would go away quickly as you moved the little bullet up and down slowly. you wanted to savor it, really make your orgasm last, because it’s what he would’ve done if he was at home with you right now.
you feel depraved, moaning into his boxers shamelessly as the only thought that stayed on your mind was ‘what if he saw me like this right now?’. it’s not the first time you’ve daydreamed about doing something like this, but thinking it versus actually doing it is on a whole different level.
your clit felt swollen, overstimulated from the non stop vibrations yet unwilling to let yourself cum. your tongue stuck out to lick at the fabric, right where his crotch must’ve been. it turns you on further to imagine his bulge beneath as you thought about giving him head. you love the taste of him, the way his cock stretches out your throat, how his fingers comb into your scalp as he holds you in place…
you only get wetter thinking of it all, slick oozing out of your hole continuously as your moans sounded the room. plus it doesn’t help that you’re doing it on his side of the bed. god, i really miss him so much. you keep the vibrator rubbing along your folds, sensitivity creeping up all around as you felt close.
30 minutes of edging yourself seemed good enough. he would’ve let me come by now, you think. so you let go, your body burning up in your orgasm as you came hard. sticky cum coated your knuckles and the sides of your thighs, your teeth biting down onto his boxers as a guttural groan ripped out of your throat.
muffled curses leave your lips as drool collects onto where you’d been biting. but even after cumming, you simply couldn’t stop yourself, holding the toy on your clit even though your hips lifted off the mattress in overstimulation, your body thrashing around non-stop. it’s what he would’ve done, you repeatedly think to yourself, fingers tightly holding the bullet down onto your swollen clit.
you could go hours like this. leehan will probably sigh at the fact that you haven’t done the laundry once he’s back.
premise: all good things come in threes. the holy trinity. third time's the charm. peter, paul, and mary. your three roommates willing to help you experience how REAL, pleasurable sex feels like.
notes: fem!reader, roommate au, multiple partners, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap ut b4 u tap it plz), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, reader has prior shitty sexual experience
a/n: inspired by this post i made some months back. also shoutout to @cheolscherries1812 for their original comment on the post about leaders 🫶🏻 i started this in hopes that it would eliminate my writer's block BUT IT DIDN'T but it's here now, and i'm very proud of it, and i'm slowly getting back to writing. appreciate your patience and support for all of my work across all of my blogs!!! also, if this is reminiscent of my older works, then...;)
it should be a quiet friday evening for you, all things considered.
you had gotten off work, came home to dinner lovingly prepared by euijoo, kicked jaehyun’s ass in mario kart, and received an unprompted but well-appreciated shoulder rub from jungwon. it was shaping up to be a good start to your weekend, a smooth transition into two days’ worth of rest.
that was, until jaehyun suggested the four of you have a few rounds of drinks. rarely do you ever get together as a complete unit of four, considering everyone’s hectic schedules, and this was exactly what jaehyun used to rationalize his little idea as he gathered the shot glasses and raided the apartment’s not-so-secret stash of alcohol.
euijoo and jungwon seemed down for it, too. the snack drawer was emptied and dumped on the carpeted floor of the living room, and before you knew it, the four of you were gathered in a circle, mixing vodka with the monstrous stock of mountain dew that jungwon of all people kept in one of the cupboards.
but the drinks turned into jokes, and the jokes turned into dares, and the dares turned into an impromptu game of never have i ever.
“this is childish. what are we, in high school?” you give each of your roommates a pointed look, trying to convey just how much you oppose the idea of the game.
yes, these are your roommates, the people you literally live with, and your bond goes beyond usual roommate bounds, but you’re not exactly sure about inevitably spilling all your dirty little secrets to them.
the three of them stare back, unfazed, eyebrows raised in equal challenge.
“that’s the point! it’s fun because it’s childish,” jaehyun reasons, shot glass in hand while he pours vodka into it. he turns to you fully, handing you the liquor.
“bottoms up, sweetheart,” he says.
you cringe at the nickname but take the shot glass, anyway. you down the drink in one graceful swoop, your face crumpling as the liquid slithers down your throat. your two other roommates whoop in celebration, and despite it all, you feel yourself relax as the warmth of the vodka spreads from your stomach to your limbs.
jungwon and euijoo throw their own heads back as they take their shots, and you muster up everything in you to stop yourself from staring at the bobbing of their throats.
you hand the glass back to jaehyun. he fills it up once more, pouring to the brim.
“now this is for the fun part,’ jaehyun teases, winking at you playfully.
“i told you, i don’t want to play,” you reiterate.
“boring,” jungwon quips from across you, grinning when you narrow your eyes at him.
“just one round,” euijoo encourages from your left, peering into your face and smiling sweetly.
you feel your stomach flip, and given your history of not being able to say no to euijoo, you can’t help but let his words get to you. you roll your eyes, sighing, though euijoo knows this is just code for ‘fine, but only because you said so.’
euijoo just knew you like that.
and euijoo could just get you like that.
he leans over and bumps your shoulder with his and you feel your face flare up with heat.
“you’re all gonna gang up on me anyway,” you pout. this earns a conspiratorial chuckle from jungwon.
“then at least you know what you’re in for,” jungwon reasons.
you brandish your middle finger up at him, to which he blows you a kiss in retaliation while jaehyun swats your hand down.
you should be irritated, annoyed, hassled—whatever other word describes the negative feeling that you ought to be getting from being teased around like this. but you just can’t. for all their shenanigans, your roommates are some of the only people who could get away with being like this with you.
in hindsight, and historically speaking, it probably isn’t healthy, and it definitely isn’t advised to develop feelings for your roommate, but here you are.
crushing on all of your roommates.
you’re not sure when it started, but you try to rationalize it by telling yourself that living with three guys in their early twenties was bound to create some complicated feelings eventually.
sure, let’s go with that.
“relax, ______, it’s just ‘never have i ever’,” jaehyun croons, pushing the shot glass into yor hand. you take it, eyeing it warily.
if euijoo was the sweet one, then myung jaehyun was the pain in your ass.
“it’s never just ‘never have i ever’ when it comes to you,” you counter. “you always have some ulterior motive behind these games of yours.”
jaehyun splutters, eyes widening as he throws his hands up as if in surrender.
“i’ve never been so offended in my life,” he complains.
“can we just start the game so we can actually start drinking?” jungwon’s voice cuts over the bickering. a finger presses against his temple, his eyebrows pinched together as he stares at you and jaehyun.
“okay, i’ll start,” euijoo jumps right in, and you barely have any time to blink, let alone register what’s happening.
“never have i ever performed oral sex in public.”
“why are we jumping into the sex stuff already?” you demand, a look of alarm settling on your face as you turn to euijoo.
euijoo shrugs, running a hand over his tired eyes. “i don’t know, ______. i’m kinda tipsy already, you know, so why not?”
you swallow, pretending that the lazy drawl in his voice doesn’t do something to you.
with a disbelieving huff, you take the shot glass from the floor in front of you and gulp down its contents in two swallows. you meet jungwon’s eyes as you finish, his drink gone as well as he sets his own glass down.
“okay, ______. we need details,” jaehyun urges, nudging your knee with his foot. you smack him hard on the thigh.
“that’s not part of the rules,” you deflect, snickering when you’re rewarded with a loud yelp from jaehyun. “besides, you want me to believe that you haven’t given anyone head in public?”
jaehyun shrugs, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “i haven’t given anyone head in public. receiving it though…”
euijoo and jaehyun make eye contact, and as if on cue, the two reach forward to dap each other up.
“i know what you mean, brother,” euijoo quips, a shit-eating grin spreading on his face.
“you?” you turn accusingly to euijoo. “really?”
euijoo schools his expression into one of innocence. “what? you think i don’t mess around?”
you pause, the implication clear in his statement. the thought of euijoo—your kind, soft-hearted, considerate roommate—going around hooking up with people sends a strange feeling creeping up your spine. not that he can’t be kind and hook up at the same time; his disposition has nothing to do with his actual sex life.
it’s the images that come to your head that give you pause.
his hand running up someone’s thigh. his lips ghosting over someone’s neck. his hips slamming against—
you blink, willing yourself back to earth lest you completely lose yourself in your thoughts.
“your turn,” jaehyun points out as he refills everyone’s shots. you blink again, your brain taking a few seconds to catch up.
“oh,” you say, clearing your throat. “never have i ever received head in public.”
euijoo and jaehyun’s voices meld into a single complaint.
“now that’s not fair!” jaehyun cries out.
“you did that on purpose!” euijoo protests.
“too bad, you shouldn’t have volunteered information i didn’t ask for,” you respond, chuckling as they begrudgingly down their shots. you and jungwon high five, identical grins settling on your faces.
“okay, you had your chance to get even,” jaehyun grumbles, pouting cutely. some stupid part of you wants to crawl over to kiss it off his face.
seriously, what is up with you?
“never have i ever faked an orgasm,” jaehyun declares, a wicked glint in his eye as he turns to you.
indignation fills you immediately.
“hey, now that’s not fair!” you cry out, reaching over to deliver your nth smack of the night to jaehyun’s shoulder.
“what’s not fair is you having to fake orgasms,” jaehyun says, laughing. he dodges another one of your attempts at his arm.
“statistically and biologically speaking, a lot of people with vaginas have a harder time finishing for a variety of reasons,” you argue. “you can’t hold my own biology over me!”
the three men burst into laughter, and you glare at each one of them in turn. you mutter under your breath about wishing you had a dick instead, downing yet another shot. your stomach burns with the liquid but the fuzziness is starting to settle now. you feel quite good, actually.
“what kind of shitty sex are you having?” jungwon asks from across you, head tilting in curiosity. some of his hair falls into his wide, delicate eyes and you watch as he brushes them back with equally delicate fingers.
“the kind that’s none of your business,” you retort, grabbing the bottle of vodka to refill your own drink.
you catch just enough of it to witness your three roommates exchanging looks. your face heats up and you’re not sure if it’s the embarrassment or the alcohol.
“it’s not to say that i haven’t ever finished during sex,” you blurt out, cringing once the words had escaped you.
“it’s just a phenomenon that’s few and far between.”
there’s pure silence for a few seconds, your roommates looking at you with varying degrees of worry and amusement.
“when do you orgasm?” euijoo asks and it catches you so off guard you nearly drop your glass.
“excuse me?” you demand. euijoo merely smiles lazily, leaning back against the couch behind him.
“what happens when you actually cum? like, what leads up to it?” euijoo expounds, and his choice of words has your bottom lip slipping between your teeth.
fuck, he sounds a little too hot saying the word ‘cum’.
“what is it with you guys and trying to pry into my sex life?” you question, putting on your sternest expression yet.
not that you aren’t willing to be forthcoming with them. truth be told, you’d tell them anything if they asked nicely enough. or if they just asked, point-blank, period. they don’t even have to be nice about it. you just think that it’s best to put up a semblance of normalcy, barring your filthy, unfiltered thoughts and fantasies from escaping.
thoughts and fantasies that involved them, of all people.
“aren’t we allowed to be curious?” jungwon questions, fixing you with another one of his looks. the one that has your stomach flipping ten different ways. that one.
“no,” you deadpan and you think you see a flicker of something in jungwon’s eyes.
if euijoo was kind, and jaehyun was an ass, then jungwon was the iron fist that ruled the apartment. not a hair left on the floor, no piece of furniture crooked when he’s in charge.
you think about how you’d hate to be on the receiving end of his ire. in the conventional sense, at least. elsewhere, though…
“your turn,” you say, shifting the subject back to the game before anyone else gets any more ideas.
but, having lived with your roommates for about half a year, you really should have known that they’re always full of ideas.
“never have i ever been eaten out before.”
jungwon’s lips rise at the corners as he waits for you to take a shot. you stare back, shrugging. you don’t move.
no one takes drink.
it takes a few seconds for the rest of them to catch up.
“never?” jaehyun asks, his voice pitching higher.
“what, you guys haven’t had your ass eaten out?” you feign a giggle, trying to shift the subject to anywhere but at you. “i thought for sure at least one of you would be into that.”
“that’s unimportant,” euijoo declares. “you’ve never been eaten out?”
you falter. “well—no.”
“that’s like foreplay 101. hell, that’s the main event for some people,” jungwon says, his expression full of disbelief. “you’re telling us no one had bothered to eat you out before?”
the way he so crudely talks about your bedroom activities has you shifting in your seat, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve yourself of the growing pressure in your belly.
“i mean, no one really offered—,”
“that’s fucking insane,” jaehyun interrupts. “i’ll eat you out right now, if you want.”
a violent blush takes over your entire face as you nearly choke on air.
“you’re so full of shit, myung jaehyun,” your voice pitches higher as you stare at your roommate, your heart thundering just beneath your ribcage.
jaehyun merely shrugs as he beams at you. he pushes his wire-rimmed glasses further up his face, raking a hand through his hair after, and it’s with great self-control that you urge your eyes to look anywhere else but at him.
“we’re just saying, your past sexual partners must have been pretty selfish if they hadn’t as much as offered to…you know.” euijoo cuts in with a gentler approach, gesturing vaguely as he finishes his statement.
it never really dawned on you that this was such a strange phenomenon. sure, sex felt good for you on numerous occasions, and some of your encounters nearly brought you there. but it was never enough. half of them were clumsy, most too eager. their hands would grab too hard at all the wrong places and their fingers would leave you aching, and not in the way you wanted.
“i’ve never been fingered properly before, either,” you blurt out, voice fading to an unsure mumble towards the end.
euijoo raises his eyebrows. “i’m sorry, what?”
you sigh, deciding to just let it all out.
“most times, the people i’ve been with would try to…with their fingers,” you explain. you meet each of your roommates’ eyes one by one. “but it would mostly hurt and it didn’t feel good at all.”
you can practically hear the ticking of the clock in the next room over.
“and i ask you once more, what actually makes you cum during sex?” euijoo questions, fixing you with an equally worried and eager stare.
your throat feels parched, your words and thoughts a jumble in your head.
“i usually just get myself off. i rub one out while they…do whatever it is they’re doing.”
silence.
jaehyun looks to jungwon who looks to euijoo who looks back at jaehyun. for some reason, this feels more humiliating than if they were all staring at you.
“looks like you pulled the short end of the stick when it comes to the people you sleep with,” jungwon says with a little snicker. you flush as his eyes do a brief once-over of your figure.
“i know, i know, i shouldn’t have settled for anything less,” you grumble, pulling your knees to your chest. you curl into yourself, suddenly hyperaware of all of the eyes on you.
“i haven’t slept with anyone, in like, half a year. can’t have shitty sex if you’re not having sex at all,” you add, chuckling humorlessly.
“so your last was the ex you broke up with before moving here?” jaehyun clarifies, scooting closer until his shoulder is pressed up to yours.
you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “yes.”
another stretch of silence blankets the four of you, and you internally cringe at the direction this game and this conversation has taken. jaehyun shifts to your right, his arm draping over and around your shoulders.
“want us to help you?”
jungwon snickers and euijoo’s already large eyes widen even more. you whip your head towards jaehyun, equal parts scandalized and…aroused.
“cut it out,” you mumble halfheartedly, trying to pry jaehyun off of you.
“what? i’m trying to be a gentleman here,” jaehyun protests with a smile. his body heat and cologne muddle your senses.
“by offering to sleep with me?” you protest, elbowing him hard in the ribs. he winces but pulls you in even closer.
“don’t tell me you guys haven’t thought about it,” jaehyun says, gesturing to euijoo and jungwon, his brows raised knowingly.
you feel your entire body go simultaneously cold and impossibly hot, the sensations fighting as euijoo and jungwon look at each other.
“that’s quite the accusation,” jungwon muses, tilting his head, a traitorous smirk settling on his lips.
you feel all semblance of calm escape you, your heart beating faster than it already was. you turn to euijoo for any sort of reprieve from this situation you’ve found yourself in, but even he refuses to meet your eyes.
oh.
so it’s like that.
under normal circumstances, this should have scared you. disgusted you, even. but you would be lying if you said that you haven’t thought about them that way. sure, it started as innocent crushes, feelings developed for people you live in close proximity to. but as proximity goes, your rooms are crammed into one short hallway, walls like paper, and squeaky doors that don’t ever fully close.
you’ve heard them on certain nights, groans too rhythmic and sighs too loud to be anything but what you thought it was. you had felt like a pervert all this time, listening in and anticipating that stretch of silence right after an audible gasp, or that maddeningly loud creak of a bed as one of them finishes, headboard banging against your wall.
(you remember now it was euijoo, as his room is right next to yours.)
so all propriety aside, you have no choice but to admit that you’re irrevocably, undeniably turned on right now.
“so you have thought about it.” you finally find your voice and it seems to snap all three men out of their reveries.
jaehyun shrugs from beside you. always the candid one, his fingers trace patterns on your exposed shoulder, smiling when he feels goosebumps rise on your skin.
“you know i do. i haven’t really been keeping it a secret, have i?”
you meet jaehyun’s eyes and he looks at you expectantly in that annoyingly handsome way of his. you lick your lips and his eyes follow the motion, snapping back up right at the very last second.
“i thought you were just messing with me,” you whisper.
but you know. you know deep down he was doing anything but.
“well i’m not,” jaehyun says, disproving your statement.
“let’s make a deal.”
you turn your head towards jungwon who’s looking at you, calculation evident in his eyes. he glances briefly at your two other roommates before straightening.
“you let us take care of you and we can finally put this topic to bed,” jungwon continues calmly, as if he were just proposing who gets to do what chore in the apartment.
“i—what?” your voice is barely above a nervous whisper.
jungwon shrugs. “you said you’ve never been eaten out.”
he looks to jaehyun.
“wanna help her with that?”
jaehyun’s face immediately breaks out into a grin. jungwon continues before jaehyun can get a word in.
“you said you haven’t been fingered properly. maybe i can do something about it,” jungwon says without breaking eye contact. you feel your whole body tense up and shiver.
have all of you gone completely crazy?
“anything else we can help you with?” jaehyun says, glancing at euijoo, who seems to be the only one as affected by all this as much as you are.
euijoo takes a moment before looking over at you. even in your apartment’s shitty lighting, you can see the way his pupils dilate, eyes raking over your curled-up figure.
“what do you want?” euijoo questions, shifting his body subtly closer to face you.
you swallow, a million thoughts running through your mind.
this is ridiculous. this is reckless. this is dangerous. who thinks about sleeping with all her roommates? who entertains the idea of them ‘helping’ you by granting you sexual favors?
“whatever it is you think about doing when you jerk off at night,” you respond, despite yourself.
you relish the way euijoo’s breath catches, his lips pressing into a thin line.
jungwon and jaehyun simultaneously let out disbelieving chuckles. euijoo is bright red now, all the way to the tips of his ears.
“guess we aren’t so quiet when we—ah—relieve ourselves,” jaehyun muses with a chuckle.
“you especially,” you banter, digging your elbow once more into his ribs.
“oh, she’s got some bite,” jaehyun taunts, his hand sliding down your back before resting just above your ass.
“big talk for someone who just admitted to settling for bad sex,” jungwon pipes up. he pushes himself to stand, slinking over to where you’re seated.
jungwon crouches down, and due to his stature, even in this position, you have to crane your neck up to look him in the eye.
“want us to help you?”
you hear nothing but the steady thud of your heartbeat in your ears, and you feel nothing but sheer weightlessness as you ponder your options.
they’re offering, and you’re willing.
you inhale, resolve hardening in your chest.
“i’d like to see you try,” is all you say.
it’s like a switch is flipped within all three of them. you physically feel the room go still as all three sets of eyes turn to you. jungwon is the closest and in your direct line of sight. he grins, his hand reaching out, his pointer finger resting just beneath your chin.
“i’d like to see you take it.”
jungwon glances to jaehyun, raising a brow.
“i got it from here,” jaehyun says, voice low and rougher all of a sudden. jungwon nods before returning to his seat.
you turn, your heartbeat still thundering loudly in your ears.
euijoo and jungwon watch with attentive eyes as jaehyun lets his hand fall completely to the slope of your ass. his other hand reaches for your thigh, grabbing onto the supple flesh and maneuvering you to face him.
“you can still say no,” jaehyun whispers, fingers trailing up on your skin.
in what world would you do such a thing?
before you can overthink it, you lean forward to connect your lips with jaehyun’s. you hear jungwon snicker and euijoo inhale. jaehyun, on the other hand, smiles into the kiss, a hand coming up to cup your face. he pulls you closer, manhandling you over his lap, to which you allow yourself to respond eagerly, arms circling his neck.
jaehyun shifts beneath you, pressing his semi between your legs, and you gasp, rocking harder against him in retaliation. he moans wantonly into your mouth, but quickly pulls away to discard his glasses before diving back in with renewed vigor.
you tug at his hair and he digs his nails into your waist. months of teasing and sexual innuendos amount to this, with him half-hard and you leaking through your underwear.
“hurry up,” jungwon teases. you pull away, peering over your shoulder to see him chewing on his thumbnail, eyes dark as he surveys the scene in front of him.
euijoo looks like he’s about to explode.
glad to know you’re on the same page.
“hurrying is what got her here in the first place,” jaehyun warns with no real bite, a corner of his lips twitching up.
“isn’t that right, pretty? we’ll take it nice and slow for you tonight.”
you whimper involuntarily, jaehyun’s fingers traveling down to press firmly into your inner thighs. he wastes no time in coaxing you down, right onto your back.
you thank the heavens in your head for the foresight of suggesting that your living room needed a fluffier rug.
your hair spreads out beneath your head, and jaehyun rakes his eyes over your face, down to your neck, then to your chest, caging you in with his arms braced on either side of you.
“can i take these off?” jaehyun asks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. his hair is sticking up all over, and you think about how ridiculously hot he looks at this moment.
“yes,” you mutter softly. this earns a soft smile from him.
“there she is. thought i wouldn’t be hearing that voice for the rest of the night.”
the soft croon of jaehyun’s words, coupled with the drag of the fabric against your warm skin as he pulls your bottoms down, sends yet another shiver through you. you’re left semi-exposed in just your underwear, your legs automatically clamping shut.
“none of that, sweetheart,” jaehyun urges gently, prying your thighs apart once more. “how am i gonna help you if i can’t even reach what’s here?”
just as he says this, he reaches down and presses two fingers right at your core, on the damp spot forming on your panties. you gasp, bucking into jaehyun’s hand. he grins, obviously pleased with your reaction.
“for someone so hesitant, you sure are eager,” jaehyun says, rubbing at the spot, movements traitorously slow.
“now you’re just taking the piss,” euijoo comments under his breath. “don’t leave her waiting.”
you crane your neck to look at your other roommate and you have to suppress a moan at what you see.
euijoo’s still leaning back against the couch, his fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. there’s a sizeable bulge at the front of his sweatpants.
jaehyun rolls his eyes playfully, withdrawing his touch to yank your underwear down in one fell swoop. you startle, but you let jaehyun slip the last barrier standing between his and the rest of your roommates’ eyes and your aching, wet pussy.
“oh, wow. you really wanted this, huh?” jaehyun questions, spreading your legs even further apart.
he settles on his stomach, face level with your core. you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and anticipatory.
“how can anyone let all this go to waste? if it were up to me, i’d make sure you cum at least three times. per session. for as many sessions a day as you want.” jaehyun snickers, his fingers making contact with the moisture pooling between your legs.
“j-jaehyun,” you whine, your hand flying down to his hair. he peers up, leaning into your touch.
you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug.
the first brush of jaehyun’s tongue over your cunt sends you almost careening over the edge already. having no prior reference to what being eaten out feels like, all you know is that the whole world seems to have fallen away, leaving only this: the sensation of pure, utter pleasure pulsing through your body from what jaehyun’s mouth is doing to you.
he latches his lips over your clit, suckling gently, and your hips shoot straight up, grinding against his face. jaehyun hums against you, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub over and over.
your whole body ignites with what you can only describe as the most blissful burning sensation you’ve ever experienced. jaehyun pulls you closer to him, your legs thrown over his shoulders as his arms hook around your thighs, locking you in place. his nose brushes your clit as he teases your hole and it’s like a thousand fireworks go off right within your body.
“fuck, that’s hot,” you hear a voice say somewhere else in the room. you think it’s jungwon.
your eyes blink the bleariness away as you try to make sense of your surroundings, an attempt to find reprieve from the near-overwhelming sensation that jaehyun is dealing you.
jungwon is worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, the heel of his palm pressed into the front of his pants.
you glance to the side and nearly cum from the sight of euijoo languidly stroking himself as he watches you, fully engrossed in the scene unfolding in front of him.
jaehyun pulls your attention back to him, his whole mouth suctioning over your clit, tongue flattening and applying a constant pulse of pressure. you’re practically thrashing around by now, not used to the attention dealt to your most sensitive area.
your first orgasm of the night comes quickly and unexpectedly, your whole body tensing as jaehyun fucks his tongue into your hole. you clench up, thighs pressing into the side of jaehyun’s head.
“oh fuck—jaehyun!” his name falls helplessly from your mouth. “j-jaehyun, please!”
you don’t know what you’re begging for, but you know that you never want to stop feeling this way.
jaehyun doesn’t let up, even when you’re whining in protest, fingers pulling at his hair. still, his tongue laps up at the overflowing arousal, burying his face even deeper into your pussy, as if it were his last meal deprived from him.
“come on, baby, one more,” you hear jaehyun say, words almost completely garbled as he continues to undo you with his mouth. he reaches up and shoves your shirt up, one hand roughly grabbing at one of your tits.
how convenient for all of you that you decided to forego a bra tonight.
you moan, arching into his touch, your own fingers curling around his wrist as he kneads at your soft flesh. you feel another orgasm approach.
jaehyun pinches harshly at your nipple, tugging right after, and for the second time, your entire world burns white-hot. you cum yet again, breath caught in your throat as your face scrunches in ecstasy.
your roommate pulls away from between your legs, watching as you slump back down to the ground, panting and completely spent. you peek at jaehyun, his lips and chin completely drenched in you as he observes your every move.
“good?’ he asks. you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.
“i’m afraid anyone who comes after you will have a hard time living up to that,” you admit, throwing an arm over your eyes as you try to catch your breath.
but before you’re afforded a minute’s rest, your arm is pulled away as jungwon’s face comes into view.
“don’t challenge me, sweetheart,” jungwon says with a smirk. he glances at jaehyun.
“move. it’s my turn.”
jaehyun exaggerates a bow, leaving you with a wink as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he stalks off to take jungwon’s seat at the side, the tent in his own pants painfully obvious now.
“still okay?” jungwon asks, a palm smoothing down your arm. “does your back hurt? do you need a pillow?”
you shake your head, giggling. “i’m fine, wonie.”
jungwon’s eyes darken at the nickname, mischief painting his smile. “so, is it fine if i do this?”
you don’t have time to register his question before he’s reaching down, the tip of his finger circling your hole. you yelp, instinctually pulling away, your core sensitive from jaehyun’s ministrations.
without waiting for an answer, jungwon plunges two fingers in, his other hand pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place.
“i thought you wanted us to show you how it’s done?” jungwon asks, voice steady, with the barest hint of teasing.
“or is it too much?”
jungwon drags his fingers out half of the way before pushing them back in. you jolt, a high-pitched whimper spilling out from your lips. the fingers inside you curl up against your walls, sending your eyes rolling to the back.
it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“that’s it,” jungwon says, curling his fingers even harder the second time. “so responsive. so good for us, hm?”
your hands try to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, and eventually, they settle on clutching onto the sleeve of jungwon’s sweater.
“please,” you beg for nothing and everything. “jungwon, h-hurts, need it, please—”
“use your words properly,” jungwon interrupts, tone admonishing.
“faster,” you gasp. “please fuck me faster, harder.”
jungwon snickers, pace immediately picking up. your back arches, your clit twitching from the lack of attention. you reach down, rubbing harshly.
“oh, fuck,” jaehyun’s voice is hoarse over the roaring in your ears. “that’s so fucking hot, baby.”
his words spur you on, your hips moving on their own accord, swiveling and thrusting closer to jungwon’s hand. he slams his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, curling at the very last second before pulling out and then repeating it over again.
“filthy, aren’t you? bet you fantasized about us fucking you like this. using you like this,” jungwon sneers, tugging your shirt all the way up and over your breasts. he continues what jaehyun started, pinching and tugging and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he lands a hard smack to your tits and it sends a shock of pleasure all over you.
again and again he repeats this, and you feel the skin on your chest start to warm. finally, as his fingers brush over your sensitive peaks for the nth time, coupled with the pressure in your belly from his fingers, your third orgasm tears right through you, unraveling you once more. you twitch and shudder, tears springing in your eyes with how tight you’re squeezing them shut.
it takes about a minute for your whole body to relax, your limbs splayed out as jungwon pulls his fingers out.
“good girl,” jungwon praises, pushing his fingers into your mouth without any preamble. you bristle but let him slide in, your saliva quickly coating his digits, salty from your fluids.
“shit, look at you,” jungwon laughs breathily. “don’t blame me if i’m coming into your room every night just to see this view again and again.”
you whimper as jungwon withdraws his hand. he leans down, pecking your lips lightly.
“hope that was good enough for you,” he whispers, pulling back before you can even respond.
your heart is hammering in your chest as you watch jungwon take a seat beside jaehyun, who is now full on jerking himself off, cock slick with precum as he eyes your half-naked body on the living room floor.
euijoo drifts into your line of sight, his expression hard to read. he has himself tucked back into his pants, but it’s obvious that he’s still rock hard underneath. he crawls over to you, then settles into a sitting position beside you.
“still good?” euijoo asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face.
you nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.
“need a break?” euijoo continues. “we can stop now, if you want.”
you tilt your head. despite everything, you can’t help the urge to poke fun at your very mild-mannered roommate.
“why? what are you gonna do to me?”
euijoo’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes moving down to study your figure.
“i’m not going to do anything. you are,” euijoo responds. he reaches out, tugging at your arm.
you let yourself be pulled up to a sitting position, too weak to protest much. anticipation courses through your veins as euijoo lies down, propping himself up on his own elbows.
“you asked what i think about doing when i jerk off at night,” euijoo begins, tugging you closer.
“i think about you, riding me, fucking yourself on my cock.”
your breath stutters but a new wave of arousal washes over you. you tentatively push yourself up on your knees, scooting over to where euijoo is. you eye his clothed dick, unsure, momentarily glancing up at him.
his eyes appear glazed over, but still hardened with resolve.
“if you want to experience good sex, maybe you’ll have to work for it a little, hm?” euijoo gestures to his sweats, to the string still tied tightly.
you balk at his words, not expecting him to take this tone with you. granted, he’s still speaking as he always does, but the way euijoo so flippantly tells you to work for it has your thighs clenching together once more.
you reach over to tug at the drawstring, undoing the knot, careful not to let your hand brush directly on his bulge. you pull at the waistband next, taking euijoo’s underwear along with it.
his cock springs free and you feel yourself get dizzy.
euijoo is long and full, heavy in your hand as you take hold of him. he’s still slick from his precum, beads of it continuing to leak from his tip. he hisses as you stroke languidly along his length, your mouth watering as you do so.
“don’t be shy,” euijoo says with a little chuckle. it sounds innocent, lighthearted. but there’s a glint in his eye that has your stomach twisting in the best way possible.
you oblige, swinging one leg over his supine form. you line him up at your entrance, and at the last second, you peer over your shoulder at your two other roommates.
jaehyun licks his lips, cock on full display as he fists it harshly, and jungwon has something in his hand, clutched tightly around his own length. with a jolt, you realize it's your underwear. the lace material drags up and down jungwon’s dick, for sure ruined beyond measure.
“eyes here, _______.” the sound of your name from euijoo’s lips forces your attention back to him. he holds you by your thighs, thumb rubbing back and forth on your skin reassuringly.
you inhale, sinking down on euijoo.
the first slide in has both of you groaning, your mouth falling open as you make it all the way down. the stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and the way euijoo’s fingers dig into your things adds another delicious sensation into the mix.
“god, you feel amazing,” euijoo breathes, his pelvis automatically rolling up. you gasp, bracing yourself on his chest.
“ride me, baby,” euijoo implores. “please, need to see you. ride me”
without as much as a second thought, you lift yourself up before grinding your hips back down. this sends both of you moaning, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. you repeat your movement, swiveling your hips just as you remember doing with all those people before, with your exes and flings, desperate to impress them despite them leaving you disappointed time and time again.
but you know euijoo would never disappoint you.
euijoo grunts beneath you, praise coming out in ragged breaths. his voice pitches higher whenever you clench around him and you make it a point to drag this sound out of him with every chance you get.
“you’re so fucking good at this,” euijoo declares, his hands moving up to grip at your waist as you lean over him.
“yeah, baby, use me. get yourself off.”
“ah!” you whimper, hips slamming down against his as you desperately chase your fourth orgasm of the night. thanks to your other housemates, the sensitivity between your legs is at an all-time high, easier for you to coax yourself closer to your release.
you can vaguely hear both jaehyun and jungwon behind you, panting and for sure jerking off to the sight of you riding euijoo, and you wonder rather hopefully if perhaps they’d like to join in.
you feel your knees start to burn against the carpet, despite its soft material. your thighs also ache, but the promise of another earth-shattering orgasm looms over you.
“need me to take over?” euijoo asks between labored breaths. you nod hurriedly and euijoo grins.
“i got you,” he says, and before you know it, you’re being pushed onto your back, a momentary dizziness overcoming you as euijoo wrangles you into a different position.
but before you could get comfortable, euijoo’s firm hands grip your hips, twisting you around and onto your front. a gasp catches in your throat as you scramble to maneuver yourself properly onto your chest.
euijoo presses your upper back down, forcing you onto the ground, while his other hand hauls your lower half up.
“you wanted to see them, right?” euijoo croons smoothly as he runs his hands up your back. you feel him poke against your entrance.
you glance up at jaehyun and jungwon, the former now sprawled on the couch, his hand furiously fisting his length, while the latter is eyeing you ravenously, your underwear still clutched tightly in his hand as he fucks into the soiled material.
euijoo takes hold of your hips and slides right back in. you whimper as your arms attempt to hold your body up, but to no avail. your elbows buckle and you have no choice but to arch even deeper as you bear your weight on your forearms.
“that’s right,” euijoo pants. “look so pretty like this, all bent over for me.”
“fuuuck,” jaehyun drawls, throwing his head back as his hand moves impossibly fast.
euijoo chuckles. “and for them.”
you keep your eyes trained forward, watching your roommates completely lose themselves to the scene in front of them: you getting fucked to oblivion by who you thought was your most respectful roommate.
absolutely nothing is respectful about the way euijoo is drilling into you now.
you feel the telltale coil tighten in your belly and you cry out as euijoo slams in particularly hard.
“i-i’m close,” you warn, head falling and hanging uselessly between your shoulders.
your whole body is jostled with how rough euijoo is fucking you, and you can feel the desperation radiating off him; the need to get you there and the desire to be right there with you.
“euijoo, please, please, please,” you repeat, like a litany only meant for the filthiest of ears to hear.
“come on, sweetheart,” euijoo urges, hands clamping down impossibly hard at your waist.
“let go for us. you can let go for us.”
a strangled cry erupts straight from your chest as your orgasm hurtles into you. you’re sobbing into the carpet now, hiccupping and mewling like a hurt kitten as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you.
euijoo keens as his own release comes upon him, spilling his loud into you and on your ass and back as he jerks himself off the rest of the way.
your arms tremble, body collapsing as the last dregs of your euphoria seep out. you lay on your side, hair a mess, and breathing ragged.
your roommates' muffled voices and footsteps drift around you, but you don’t hear much at first, too spent with everything that’s transpired. eventually, you push yourself up to survey your surroundings.
jaehyun catches your eye just as he’s walking into the living room with a bottle of water. he looks disheveled, but the bulge in his pants is gone now, though his lower lip is still swollen from what you assume is him chewing relentlessly at it. a cool sensation presses against your back as someone wipes away at your skin.
“i made a mess. sorry,” euijoo apologizes from behind you and you startle, head whipping around. he grins sheepishly at you as he leans in to kiss you briefly.
“turn around, please. let me clean you up.”
you don’t have to be told twice.
jaehyun leaves the water in front of you and jungwon reappears a second later with a bundle of clothing in his hands. you realize quite belatedly that it’s a fresh pair of underwear and shorts of yours.
“you okay?” jungwon asks, placing the clothes gently into your hands.
you giggle, leaning up to capture his lips in yours.
did you have a good night? did i make you feel alive? that's all i even wanted, yeah. — have your lovin’.
𓊆 1171 𓊇 𝓶ini —𝜗ৎ— dom!member x sub!reader, sex in childhood bedroom, risky sex, fingering, orgasm denial, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (don’t!), lmk if i missed anything! not proofread!
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chaste kisses under the fan's spinning blades turn hotter by the second. or maybe it’s the blanket that lays atop you both that does so, but neither of you want it off either. it's your secret haven for the night.
you’re not wearing a bra, simply in a panty the same color as the nightdress he chose for you to adorn before bed. and even though you weren’t sure what was going to happen, you still hoped that something did. and something is.
as his hands pull you closer to him, as close as you can get with the barrier that is your clothes, you whimper out his name. not too loud though, because you both have to stay quiet. it’s your room, and your parents are sleeping in theirs right below.
“shh baby, you have to keep it down hmm? i know how loud you can get for me, but i also know how well you listen to me.” his words have you nodding, obeying right away as always—he never makes you feel the need to disobey.
and so, you both go back to kissing, with the moans that do come out, despite you trying your hardest not to, getting swallowed so easily by him. meanwhile, he’s feeling up your thigh, the nightdress you’re wearing helping him out. squeezing the skin and then rubbing his thumb ever so gently, he makes a pattern of it while reaching higher, lifting the fabric to your stomach.
“m/n…” letting go just a couple centimeters, you whisper against his lips, eyes heavy with need as you stare back at his own. you feel his fingers that you love pulling down your panty, your breathing getting harder as he lifts your leg to put on his hip. and just like that, you feel so exposed like this, despite the blanket still keeping you both covered.
it felt wrong, because what if someone was to walk in at any moment? you don’t have any locks on your door, so if anyone wanted to, they could come in any time. but it’s 2am. who could be awake at this time, apart from you both who haven’t had a chance to be alone together the whole day until the sun fell?
“i’m gonna touch you hm?” he warns, not asking, as his fingers ghost over your sensitivity. you bite your lower lip in anticipation, knowing how much he can make you feel with just words. him spelling out what he's going to do made it harder for you, waiting until he did just so.
if you both were in any other place, you wouldn’t have cared to be as loud as you wanted to be. he likes it like that, loving how you sound because of and for him. and he misses that so much right now. but the thrill of having to stay quiet was a thing of it’s own. you can’t compare it really in this rare moment.
you’re so wet, the usual squelches he likes to listen for being muted due to the speed at which he’s touching you. it’s slow and gentle, making sure he’s feeling every crevice of your pussy before delving the middle finger into your hole oh so easily. you’ve both grown accustomed to the fact that you open up to accommodate a finger practically as soon as he starts touching you, two of them becoming a somewhat tight fit.
you gasp as he pushes against your gummy wall, hooking into you before pulling out and repeating. instead of telling you to stay quiet, he guides your head to his shoulder, his lack of a shirt making it so that you could do as you please. small bites littered across his chest as he continued on, cursing shortly whenever you bit or sucked too hard. turns out, he too needed to keep it down.
as you got closer, you moved your hips instinctively, searching for more as you wrap your arms around his neck. broken inhales of his scent make it all the more difficult for you to keep it down, your uneven breathing letting out short bursts of your moans as well.
that makes him let go of you. “turn around,” he commands simply, and as the obedient girl you are, you do just that. he helps you out of your dress, letting it fall off the bed before pulling down his boxers just enough to free his length.
the finger that had been inside you still keeps rubbing circles on your clit, your squirming body being as animated as it is because of the lack of sound you are allowed to produce. in the mean time, he pumps his cock, a few strokes to get it fully hard, before prodding at your entrance with it.
suddenly, your mouth got met with the taste of your slick, his finger that had been inside your pussy now making it’s way to mix your saliva with it. it was his way of keeping you quiet, letting you suck on one as his tip pushes past your walls. an arched back made it easier to fit all of him inside of you, but he wants you closer, so before he began to move, he pushes your bodies together, your back to his chest and his leg over yours. you were locked in place, ready for him as he likes you to be.
just his unmoving length feels like a lot, heat building between the bodies as the fan’s air barely reach you both. sweat shines as your lover kissed the side of your neck, lips leaving intangible marks over your skin as he waits to begin.
drool slips down the side of your mouth as your energy to keep sucking on his finger expended quickly. but instead of letting go, he put another one in, your teeth simply biting them in place.
and then he starts. it takes a lot to not pound into you right away—he has to make sure the bed doesn’t creak. slow movements and soft grinding as your breathing matched him, he is careful and deliberate with each thrust.
your body melts as he continues on, the mattress beneath you molding to accommodate the two that form into one on top. and the blanket above is proof that something’s going on, because the only sounds were ones that you hoped would only stay within this room.
very slow thrust after thrust has you oddly regaining energy to suck on his fingers again, all because you really can't afford to let your throat make a single peep. seconds turn into minutes, and because of how slow he is, the extended time it takes to make you both reach climax is not really a worry. sure you want to cum, especially so after being unable to earlier, but this feeling of intimacy outweighed every ounce of that want. because what you really need is to be with him, as close as capable for as long as possible.
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it wasn’t everyday that you got invited to an alumni reunion, and certainly not for the high school you had attended.
it’s been… almost half your life since then, and the majority of people from those times haven’t been a part of your recent years. it makes sense why everyone you were once close with drifted apart, the multiple factors of adulthood coming into play as you draft an email asking for paid time off. your job demands too much from you, rarely letting you use it in the first place, so you spent quite a bit of time wording it to get what you wanted. you weren’t exactly thrilled to go, but neither did you have anything else to do so you could decline the invitation. being single was making you lose your mind.
so you thought—why not just revisit some old memories?
a month later, you made your way into the not-so-familiar halls of where you spent most of your teenage years, scrutinizing the modern look of the refurbished school. but still, the one place that didn’t change was the cafeteria, where the class president had organized the party to take place. the once bustling room with endless chatter and smells of all kinds of food now got converted into a professional looking banquet hall… more or less. everyone was dressed to the tens, you included of course. the deep red dress you wore with a short but flowy trail and the pearl jewelry to compliment really brought out your features, the ones you didn’t really care to present back in the day.
but then again, reunions were all about showing off where you’re at in the present to the people from the past.
numerous peers only made small talk with you as you returned words with a smile, clutching onto your purse as you thought about how glad you are for not keeping most of these people in your life. yet, you couldn’t help but think about one particular person as you made your way through the crowd, not even sure if he would attend an event like this.
you were wrong though, because at the simple thought of him, you caught sight of his face looking around the room from the corner, the man dressed too casually for such a formal event. but… that wasn’t all. he’s changed. a lot.
he locks eyes with you, his stoic expression turning soft as he smiles. it’s inviting, him barely moving an inch as you mindlessly take steps towards where he sat.
the grown muscles beneath the compression shirt were covered from sleeve to wrist with tattoos, intricate designs that seemed to resemble tigers and flames as you got closer. he had a couple dainty ones too, pretty flowers arranged in a pattern between those tigers. you looked back up at his face though when you finally got to him.
“sungho.”
his name fell from your lips almost like it was practiced, like you’d been saying it recently even though it’s been a decade since your last meeting.
he let out a soft breath as he looked up at you, his calloused hands asking for yours as he pulled out the chair beside him for you.
“thought you forgot me, y/n.”
you were taken aback by the phrase, tilting your head as you placed your bag next to his leather gloves. but right after, you giggled at him, teasingly saying, “i’m appalled you think so.”
“really? i thought you’d never notice me, talking to all those people without end.”
“not my fault you blend right into the background with your outfit,” you shook your head with a smile still on.
sungho wanted to reach over and fluff up your hair as you spoke, remembering how he had always done so while walking you to class before going into his own right across the corridor. you still held the same smile on your face, except now, you look like you’ve grown into it. and he would be lying if he wasn’t thinking about how gorgeous you look dressed up right now.
“sorry about that, guess i’ll have to wear something more eye-catching next time.”
eye-catching? his presence seemed eye-catching enough, the muscles decorated beautifully as his simple clothes remind you of how he wore clean looks everyday when you both were best friends.
you couldn’t help noticing the way he sat too, his face resting on his right hand, elbow propped up as his left held his bicep. it wasn’t intentional of him to show off what he’s earned through the years, but it doesn’t hurt to look right?
“don’t worry about that,” you say, discreetly gulping as your eyes dart between his arms and face.
he hummed as he noticed the way you look around, a bit amused by the situation as he remembered something. well, how could he ever forget it in the first place?
“y/n…” he paused, shifting in his seat to cross his arms on the table, putting his head on top as he looked at you with eyes softer than his voice. “do you remember our promise?”
you could barely hear him over the loud music the dj played, the sounds bouncing off the wall and reaching your ears instead of the voice of the man sitting near you. you questioned him, your eyebrows furrowing as you put on a puzzled look.
“do you remember our promise?” he said a tad bit louder, lifting his head off of where it lay on his arms.
again, you couldn’t grasp even a notion of what he’s talking about, blankly staring back at him.
at that, sungho sighed, sitting up and grabbing the leg of the chair you sat on. in an instant, he pulled the seat towards him as you yelped, your face landing on his chest as his arm went around your waist. he lowered his lips next to your ear, talking right against it this time. “i said, do you remember our promise?”
now, even the music couldn’t stop you from feeling the way he spoke, a bit stern, but also a bit needy. he didn’t try hard to hide how he felt anymore either, his heartbeat increasing rapidly as you looked up at him from where you were, your eyes fluttering as you parted your lips ever so slightly.
sungho bit his inner lip as he saw you, his grip around your waist getting tighter as he pulled you closer. you rose up with the movement until you were face to face with the man before you, the one you once called your best friend.
“if we’re not married by 30, let’s marry each other.”
hearing you mutter those words had him smirk. not the playful kind though, but rather a tame look, like he’s glad you didn’t forget. “so, are we getting married then?” he joked—but not really.
the blood creeping up your face the whole conversation finally exceeded the shade of your blush. you could imagine yourself looking like a tomato to him, but he didn’t care, the casual words that slipped out of his mouth feeling heavy as you think about how you were almost at the promised age.
“i… have a year left until 30, you know?” you softly mumbled, but sungho only brought his face closer to yours. he wasn’t so close as to kissing you yet, but the proximity felt so intimate as he brought his hand up to tuck away the strands of hair that threatened to fall out from behind your ear.
“you didn’t deny it though,” he said then, cupping your cheek as a soft pout formed on your face.
“yeah… did you want me to?”
he quickly shook his head, looking back at you with cat-like curious eyes that once again reminded you of the past. he’d always put that face on when he had something to ask, whether it be a question on the homework or whether you were up to listening to him play a new song he learned on the guitar. but most of all, it reminded you of how he had brought up the pact in the first place.
right before you both had to line up to get to your respective seats assigned by last name, sungho pulled you out to take you to a corner, away from the crowd of classmates neither of you were going to see anymore. his graduation cap tilted slightly as he yanked you close to him, engulfing you in a tight hug.
“y/n, promise me that you’ll always be my best friend!”
you couldn’t help but giggle at his adorable words, a “yes obviously,” slipping out of your mouth as you hugged him back and shook him side to side. he let go to hold your face in his hands, looking at you briefly with his eyes about to spill tears, and then pulling you back in his embrace. this one lasted a bit longer as he sniffled back as much as he could. you didn’t understand why he was so emotional when he usually wasn't like this, but you soaked in his emotions as you patted his back to soothe him.
after a couple minutes of just standing and hugging, sungho finally let go to look at you, holding onto both your hands as you looked back at him. you both smiled, safe to be each other’s, whether it be in the way he wanted it or not.
looking at you with his eyes slowly widening, he finally asked the thing he’d been thinking about saying a million times.
“if… suppose that if we are still single at 30, then get married to me ok?
“i’ll take care of you and you don’t have to be alone, you know. we can be best friends until we die, and i’ll be by your side forever that way.”
you burst out laughing at his absurd words, but you nodded along.
what would you do anyways? it’d be better to have at least someone by your side.
“i’m serious, y/n. promise me.”
he let go of one hand to bring up his pinky finger, and right at that moment, you overheard the speakers ask for all students to get in their lines if they weren’t there already. you hastily brought up your pinky as you firmly tied up the verbal pact with those simple motions, giving him one last hug before you went out to find your spot in the line.
“i didn’t.” a beat passed before he continued, “i’m curious though. did you ever think of me?”
“yeah, a lot actually,” you started off, bringing your hand up to take a hold of his that cupped your face, pulling it off of you as you held it instead. “i don’t even know how we lost contact to be honest.”
“it’s ok. we just got busy is all. life happens.”
you tilt your head at the ever understanding boy, seeing the him that you remember from all those years ago as your lips upturn. everything you both did and felt right now couldn’t compare to anything else you’ve felt in the decade of being apart from each other. and you both can tell that the feelings are mutual as you stare into each other's eyes.
you try hard not to look down at his lips, but sungho doesn’t even hide it. maybe it’s the atmosphere, secluded from the rest of the people there, that makes you both feel like stepping into a place that neither of you have visited together before. or maybe it’s the maturity you both have gained that helps you both (mostly you though) see different sides of each other for the night. or maybe, it’s the reunion of two souls that were never meant to be separated.
the distance between both your lips decreased as he came closer, snaking his arm around the small of your back. you stopped breathing as you felt your mind get dizzy at your past best friend doing something that could never make you see him that way anymore. but did you care?
no.
so you reached in further, about to kiss him yourself as he pulled back. you landed back on top of his chest as he grabbed his gloves and your bag in one hand. as he stood up, you got up with him. he told you to grab his jacket though, since he didn’t want to leave your touch for even a second.
even with the ungiven kiss, sungho didn’t keep you hanging, his lips pressing against your forehead, after which he led you out of the party, never letting his hand leave your back as he guided you to the parking lot.
“let’s take this somewhere else hmm. so, your place or mine?”
the look on your face as you saw the singular bike parked at the end of the lot made sungho laugh as you looked between him and the vehicle.
“what? haven’t been on one in a while?”
well, he’s not asking a question with a yes for an answer. you’d only ever ridden on them with him from when he got his first one right after graduation, taking you around town and wherever else you wished to go the summer before college began. so yes, it’s been a while for you. but more than that, your dress wouldn’t really be… comfortable to sit on the bike with.
he sensed your hesitancy as he geared up, putting on his gloves, jacket, and helmet before taking his seat. he sat a bit farther from the handles though, patting the space in front of him. “just sit like it’s a chair and trust me. you can do that for me yeah?”
you’re taken aback by the words he chose, but you couldn’t help but listen to him as you did just that. then, he took your wrists and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling you closer as you gasped at your body twisting towards him. even through the muffling of the headgear, you could feel the vibrations in his chest as he laughed at your cuteness. you just blushed though, hiding your face as you clutched around his body tighter.
you felt secure as he reached for the handles, caging you in his arms as he started up the bike. you couldn’t help but shiver at the cool air passing through, so sungho turned off the engine.
you weren’t sure why he did so, but what he did next only made it harder for you not to feel anything for him as he removed his jacket to put it on you.
in an instant, it felt like he’s showing you everything you never saw in him before, like he’s really changed. but the odd thing is that he’s always been this way. even from the memories that come back to you through the night, every single thing he’s done with you tonight has also been done in the past. he’s… always been this way. it’s just you who’s realized it now.
“so, where do you live now y/n?”
“oh, i don’t live here anymore,” you spoke up, not sure if he could hear you.
“don’t have to yell pretty, i can hear you,” he let out another hearty laugh, finding everything you do adorable as you hide your face into his chest again. the nickname didn’t even register in your head until way later, but too much time had passed for you to retaliate.
the warmth he radiated was more comforting than the jacket he put on you as you breathed in his scent. driving past the familiar roads of your childhood, you assumed he drove you both to his place because where else would he go if not to yours?
the musky yet slightly floral notes of his perfume fill your senses as you grab onto him tightly on a sharp turn. he was careful with how he drove, just in case, because the last thing he ever wanted was to hurt you, or lose you once again.
neither of you spoke as the sound of the wind racing past your bodies was loud enough to pause communication, nor did either of you really mind it as you basked in each other’s presence. it didn’t take long to reach his apartment as sungho quickly parked in front of the building. now, another dilemma arose as he got off the bike and looked to where you were looking.
on the inside, you were just thinking about lifting your dress high enough to get over the puddle, but sungho had other thoughts as he hooked his arm under your legs without asking, the other going to hold at the middle of your back. you hadn’t even gotten off the bike as he did so, reading the room ever so quickly. shrieking, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you over the water and into his place. but he didn’t let you down even after he crossed over the puddle, pushing the elevator button as you told him he can let you down now.
“just let me hold onto you please,” he spoke out to the elevator doors as they opened up, not looking in your direction. truth be told, he was being brave with every single move he’d made throughout the night, from a simple smile to the bold princess carry.
he had hoped for this moment to come for so long, to see you once again after years of no contact. and the only thing that ran through his mind when seeing you at the reunion was “finally”. but now, he’s not sure what more to do. his lax nature only hides his soft heart as he tries not to look at you, entering the confined space. sungho knew for sure that one look would destroy his composure. so as much as he wanted to stare at your matured and pretty face, he held back.
and you? you hid your face for the same reasons, not wanting to show the effect the man has on you after a decade. you’d never seen him as anything more than a friend, trusting him with things you’d only ask from someone you wouldn’t imagine a relationship with. but the list of reasons to change how you see him is only growing longer as you keep getting swept off your feet (figuratively, and literally) from sungho’s actions and words.
the ride up the elevator was short and quiet, hearts beating in sync as you both wondered what would happen next. soon enough, he put you down in front of his apartment door, reaching into his backpocket to get his keys to unlock the door. he realized he still held onto your bag as he did so, nudging it towards you to return the item.
the darkness of the interior contrasted the bright lights of the hallway you both stood in as sungho pushed the handle down. “it’s not much, but you can get comfortable, alright?”
he made his way in first, holding the door for you as you entered right after. a hit at the light switch showed the living room, furniture made of dark leather, as he walked over to the kitchen. you followed behind him, going to sit on the couch timidly. the L-shaped seating was intimidatingly large, but that gave a lot of space between the two bodies.
naturally, sungho came and sat on the side that showed signs of wear because it happened to be his favorite, most preferred, spot. placing the glasses of water down, he pushed the tall one towards you, expecting you to take it.
you don’t. you nervously look around still, taking in the pieces of him that he’s engraved into the warm space. your eyes follow the table holding the tv, not too big but not too small either, seeing pictures of him with his family, friends, trips with them, and even small trinkets.
“so, how do you like it?” he smiles at you, noticing how you look around the neatly organized room.
you looked back at him, returning the smile, “it’s… mature. but the same way it used to be.”
if hearts could melt, sungho’s would’ve been akin to the puddle from earlier. you remember how his place looked…? he just couldn’t get over it really.
you spot the record players and vinyl stack soon enough, teasingly pointing, “who got you into that?”
“oh, just a friend. wanna listen?”
your eyes twinkled at the words, nodding as you waited and watched him move across the room once again, this time to carefully place the needle on the vinyl that had already been placed on top. then, he walked over to you, slowly, deliberately, before courtesying and putting his hand out for you to take.
you tilt your head as you look at him, not sure what to do. and at your inaction, he looks up and straight into your eyes.
this time, he looked desperate. his eyes that had hid his true feelings since the beginning of your encounter now showed so much emotion. it was as if he was asking to spend your lifetime for him—no, to spend his lifetime with you.
“we… didn’t dance at the party. so, would you do me the honor?”
biting your inner lip, you nodded as you brought up your hand to place on his. you got up slowly, his back straightening to stand tall once again as you felt his other palm lay gracefully on your back. he so wished he could pull you closer, but it didn’t matter much when you placed your free hand on his shoulder, his body heating up nervously.
the music painted the room, a soft jazzy mix, as you both blinked while looking at each other. the two of you only moved your upper bodies, the occasional shuffle of feet adding to the sounds. and as if you both held your breaths, the intensity of what you felt doubled down by the second.
you were afraid to inhale too loud, the music being the only thing that you feel like should be heard in the moment. even the crinkles of your dress with the slightest of movements felt like a betrayal to the sounds of the saxophone and piano in the background.
sungho did the same, being scared to let out his breath, as his eyes stayed on you. the back of his thumb rubbed where he held your hand sometimes, as if to remind him that you were real, that you were here, and that you were inches apart from him.
he hesitated to lean in, maybe steal a kiss or give one on top of your head. but all those thoughts broke away as you gathered the courage to speak up.
“so,” you started, glad that your voice didn’t crack, “what have you been up to?”
“nothing.” he smiled at your confusion, the softest look of it presented on your face. “just work, some travelling with friends. nothing much.” after a beat, he added, “and you?”
“well, me too. just… work everyday. then come home and get ready for the next day.” you looked down as you got reminded of the mundane yet tiresome life you live.
just then, sungho brought his hand up to lift your chin back up to looking at him. “it must be tiring.”
in that moment, you felt understood, and it made your heart burn for him in a flame that only grew brighter. and as if on cue, the song ended. after taking a couple second to let the song truly leave the space, you cleared your throat as you turned around to go back to sitting down.
sungho was left alone standing until the lack of you registered in his mind. disappointed, he too made his way back to his spot.
it just isn’t your day as everything jumbles up your brain. these newfound feelings that maybe were always there, the changed yet still similar man sitting in your vicinity, the breaths that made you feel dizzy. and the stupidity that ensued as you opened your mouth.
“when did you get hot?”
you didn’t mean to ask him a question, and certainly not this question. it just… slipped. yeah. it just slipped. that’s what you told yourself as you gulped and tried your best to look at him without blushing a furious red.
“oh? you think i’m hot now?” he asked, smirking as he sat back at his end of the couch and spread his legs. it seemed like an invitation almost, a test to see how much you mean what you say.
the only thing you could do now is own up to your words, so naturally, or as naturally as possible, you responded, “well… yeah… i mean, look at you.”
his smirk deepened as he looked away, eyeing the sleeves of tats on his arm before looking back at you.
“if it’s the tats, i have more. wanna see?”
your eyes lit up at that, widening at the prospect of knowing just the extent of his body alterations. you nod quickly as you look at him, but you regret it instantly as he leans forward and reaches his hands towards opposite ends of his shirt’s hem.
before you could say anything, he had already pulled the top off of him, revealing yet another tiger on his body, this time on his stomach. beside the animal sat a woman, her face hidden by the tiger’s body. you make your way a bit closer to him, mesmerized by how intricately drawn the art was, even absentmindedly reaching out to touch his skin as if it was art on paper, but his abs tensed as you did so, returning your attention back to yourself.
quickly coughing and trying your best, yet failing, to hide your face, you pull back your hands to yourself as you quickly complimented the tattoo.
“thank you, y/n,” he spoke, blinking as he wondered what just happened (in a way that makes him think whether it really is a dream that he’s found you within).
swiftly nodding, you finally pick up the glass he had placed down ages ago, drinking the water to wash away your embarrassment. sungho kept his gaze on you the entire time, not even caring that he was shirtless in front of the woman he loved. loves.
it must’ve taken an immense amount of courage to make one last dauntless move as he got up to cage you between his arms. the way his body leaned over yours had you gasp as water spilled down the sides of your mouth, but that didn’t faze him as he wiped away the liquid with his thumb before grabbing your chin. he leaned down closer, teasing another kiss.
“move away now, otherwise i’ll lose all control if you let me get any closer.”
the soft breaths of his words brushed your face as you waited for him to keep going, expecting this since the banquet hall. you didn’t have a shirt to hold on to to pull him closer, neither did you have any power in the position you’re in, so you simply closed your eyes and waited.
sungho took it as a sign as he felt his heart beat out of his chest, looking at your sweet face waiting for him. he finally leaned in then, attaching his soft lips to yours.
one tender kiss detached to then reattach into a fiery and needy makeout as you wrapped your arms around his body to pull him closer. his weak knee knelt down into his sofa, falling right between your thighs as you felt the fabric’s tension move to the center. he still held back from completely letting his weight fall onto the supported knee though, because he’d feel bad to ruin your pretty dress.
you could feel how his hands slid down the leather and onto your back, right where they were before, as he picked you up once again. his lips were on you the entire time as he walked you both to his bedroom, not even bothering to turn the lights on as the ones flooding his living room spilled in. unlike the heated makeout, he placed you down on his mattress so gently, sitting you on the edge. and then, his hand trailed up to the back of your neck, finding the zipper as he tugged on it to slowly reveal your back to the darkness behind.
you moaned as the cool touch of his fingertips went to unhooking the bra you wore as your hands laid on his chest. messy saliva threatened to fall on your dress, but you stood up before it could, the red fabric pooling around your feet instead with your bra, the man standing back up with you.
if it was under normal circumstances, sungho would’ve gone slow—he’d have kissed your skin all around as he showed you how much he loved you with every fiber of his being—but this is different. you both met after a decade. ten years later. nothing’s normal about right now, and you both knew that you needed each other right away. no teasing, no time wasting, nothing. just his body on yours as he gave you everything.
the kiss got even more intense, unfathomably so, as he picked up your under-thigh and pushed you down, his body on top of yours. and as soon as your head landed on the soft bedsheets, he detached his lips to kiss you down your skin.
the way he moved, grinding on air, made him feel impossibly hot as his lips inched closer to your core. with his teeth biting on the flimsy fabric, he pulled down your panties (with some help from you).
you could barely watch without drowning in pleasure, getting heated as you felt his breath fan over your entrance. but he pulled back, standing up to remove his belt and pants before crawling on top of your body and cementing his place above you.
“i’m gonna put it in.”
you didn’t nod or say yes, because that’s exactly what you needed. instead, you pulled him by his shoulders to kiss him, not caring about the slight pain that shot up your body. it would soon be replaced by pleasure anyways.
sungho hissed into the kiss at how you felt, tight and exactly how he’d imagined, as he pushed past your entrance. you were pretty wet, but he really tried to go slow so that you could get used to his size, yet at the same time, he could barely hold it in.
within a couple minutes, the tatted man was engulfed by your walls as he swallowed all your whimpers of pain. his hands found refuge wrapped around your waist, in a way also holding you down.
and finally, he began.
the rhythm felt slow at first, because he didn’t want to get out of this heaven, but he had to, for both of you. he made sure to control himself though, otherwise he’s sure he would’ve gone… animalistic.
you sensed the hesitation to let go as you felt him slow down, ultimately letting go of the kiss to whisper to him: “give it all to me.”
the look sungho gave you bordered on reverence and pure lustful desire, nodding as he made up his mind. he will. he’ll give everything to you as he always has.
without a word, he pulled almost all the way out, slamming right back into you with brutal force. your hips met at the juncture as if cars crashed on the highway, and you arched as a pain different from anything else you’ve felt before shot up your spine.
but the way he kissed your neck felt so reassuring. he’s still holding onto you, his lips saying ‘i got you’ with every touch. and as he let go of one of his hands around your waist, he delved further into you as his fingers interlocked with yours.
his harsh thrusts kept going, his cock drilling into your aching pussy as he pulled out moans upon moans from your weak throat. sungho could be like this for hours, not knowing the extent of how his strength made you get dizzy.
but you didn’t mind that. not at all! you wanted this, you asked for this. so you’re happily taking it as it comes, even if the tears prick your eyes, you’re taking it.
“s-sungho….” he hums at you, telling you to go on. “more.”
“fuck.”
he sped up at your request, still going as deep as possible to feel you devour him whole, the sounds of skin slapping being echoed by the walls. neither of you wanted this moment to end as your arm holds onto him, tightening, while he grunts to the feeling of you.
your lower stomach feels it, that familiar knot you’ve given yourself countless times because you had no one else to give it to you, as his thrusts become rather sporadic. sungho feels himself closing in as well, but he waits, holding onto his release for as long as possible so that you could cum first. he needed your release more than he needed his own.
your core tightened, and your arms behind his back went sore as your moans turned into whines, eyes closing and spilling out tears of pleasurable pain. the man on top of you kept watch through lidded eyes, pushing the final button as he spoke, “give it to me pretty, i need this.”
like a command, hot slick gushed out of you as your eyes rolled back in immeasurable pleasure, and sungho moaned into your skin as he kissed your neck again, feeling how your slippery cum stimulated him further. he kept his thrusts going until your arched back fell back onto the mattress, and you opened your eyes to see him.
“you ok?” he mutters, but you could barely respond as he pulled out to cum over your swollen clit.
moments pass as sungho pants on top of you, his forehead on top of your chest so you could only see the top of his head. you reached your hand into his locks as you watched, feeling his soft hair as a way to get him to calm down.
he couldn’t really calm down though, if he was being honest, but it helped to feel your hand caressing him like so, as if saying ‘good job’ after a tough exam. that happened one too many times in the past, so he felt like the same kid again, the one who used to run to you after the end of the period he just had an exam in so that he could get consoled in your arms.
“y/n.”
you hummed, your hands deep between his locks as you felt his body start to calm down.
“i love you.”
the rush he felt saying the 3 simple words made his heart speed up again, especially since you stopped moving your fingers through his hair. you simply froze in place, not knowing what to say at the sudden confession. he continued in your silence, because he didn’t know what else to do.
“i always have. i don’t know when this started, when the days of my platonic affection for you turned into heart-aching love. but you’ve been the only one i could think of like this. not a day passed by without thinking of how you were doing in the 10 years apart. i… accepted that i’d never see you. i thought you went on, had a family, maybe even had pretty daughters who looked like you. i was just happy thinking you were happy.”
you closed your eyes as you listened to him, each syllable falling out of his lips increasing the thumping in your own chest. your heart scurried at the thought of him sitting around, maybe having a drink or two as his mind wanders off to you. every night at that?
“but then i got the invitation, and i wasn’t going to go at first, because i thought you wouldn’t. i mean, you were always like that. i practically dragged you to the last dance of senior year—” he chuckled at the memory of you huffing out a fine at him, “—and you just sat at the corner. i mean… it wasn’t much fun anyways. but being there with you was what made it worth it to go. i just… i guess i was hoping you’d come. and god, i’m so glad you did.”
sungho began lifting himself off of your body as he averted his gaze from you. the loss of his touch felt cold, but you kept listening as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed. his knuckles curved over the mattress, holding onto the bedding, while his back hunched over. he was scared, turning away from showing his face to you.
but still, he couldn’t bring himself to stop the words from flowing.
“the second i saw you step in, everything i kept buried inside just came right out. i couldn’t even… i couldn’t even fathom the kind of person you would have become since our last time together. man. 10 years is a lot of time huh,” he chuckles, his body shaking slightly as you sat up to watch. you hugged your knees close, listening intently. he sighed.
“the red is gorgeous on you. always has been. every color suits you. especially when you smile—god your smile. i could never forget it if i wanted to. you’re a diamond, always have been. and the pearl? makes you look so mature, pretty. but fuck, your smile. you grew into it. i never thought a smile could get prettier with age.”
you smiled hearing that, blushing behind your arms as you lolled your head to the side. sungho looked back after saying that, and even though the lights were dim, he still saw your pink cheeks. he smiled softly at that before turning away again.
“and then you came to me. and we talked. and i felt selfish for wanting you to not have gotten married or be taken. and you weren’t, so it felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. then you remembered the silly promise we made on graduation day, and it made me want you more. i didn’t even have a plan or anything. everything just… happened. and now you’re here, and i probably sound like an idiot for even saying any of this right after we did… all that.”
releasing a breath you didn’t even know you held, sungho turned to face you, this time properly.
“i don’t want you to think this is a one time thing. and if you don’t want it to be… more, then tell me now. just get up and leave if you don’t want us, because i can love you forever, but if you hurt me after you say yes, i don’t think i could continue on. and i don’t want this to be some shit like a situationship or whatever. i want us to be each other’s. i am ready to fall to your feet and surrender myself to you completely, but if you won’t accept it, then tell me now.”
“sungho—”
“hold on pretty, i’m not done,” he interrupted, “sorry.”
a shy smile appeared on his face as he said so, but he couldn’t hear you reject him yet. if he’s putting himself out there, he wanted to say it all first.
you closed your mouth as you nodded, blinking softly as you kept your watch on him. he made you feel so warm, but hearing him say what you never thought about made you feel uneasy. you just wanted to tell him that it’s not true, but you understood his wish to keep talking. he had always been the talker out of you both anyways.
“i just can’t help myself from falling for you deeper. and now you’re sitting here, so either reject me so i can dig out of this hole i’ve dug myself so deep into, or give me the tools to go deeper, all the way into a lifetime of being yours.” he paused, furrowing his eyebrows before shaking his head. “that probably doesn’t even make sense. honestly, i don’t even know if anything i’m saying makes any sense,” you chuckle hearing him say so, “but it’s all just… love. i suppose it is.
“so yeah. i want to be yours and i want you to be mine. exclusive. i promise i’ll take care of you, and i’ll still be the best friend i was, but i want to adopt so many more titles just as i want to give them all to you. so,” he paused, taking your hand in his, “y/n, will you let me? let me be yours, and you be mine?”
instead of words firsthand, you shifted in your place, taking your hand back from where he held as you engulfed him in a hug. the thumps of his heartbeat could be felt by you if you didn’t have your own pulsing just as fast.
taken aback, sungho froze for a second, but within moments, he returned the embrace as he melted into your touch. to him, this meant so much.
you lingered in his touch for a couple minutes, simply taking in the moment before you spoke. he appreciated that though, still scared of rejection.
finally, you let go, taking back his hands in yours just as they’d been before the hug. he looked away, not sure whether it is because he’s shy or scared.
“sungho,” you start off, moving your face so that he’d look at you. the direct eye contact felt like a string attaching you both, you moving your face to be more comfortable as he kept his gaze on you.
“to be honest, i didn’t think that the night would’ve led to this either. i just thought it’d be an excuse to leave work and get a day or two to myself, a nice change of pace from how everyday has been for so long. and you know, i guess i was hoping to see you too? i mean, i honestly don’t even know why i came. everyone’s the same, just more… pretentious. annoying.”
sungho laughs at that, seeing how you still thought the same of your peers.
“you’ve changed so much, you know? but you’re still… you. i appreciate that. and like, i never expected you to straight up confess to me, and i didn’t expect any of this. i didn’t even think i remembered the promise—probably just lodged it in the back of my brain somewhere.
“if i’m being honest, from the moment i laid my eyes on you, it felt like feelings i never thought i had returned to me. you were just sitting there… looking like… this. and it was hard to take my eyes off of you. i guess that was your goal though right? to make everyone fall for you with simply a look?” you nudged him, a playful smirk brightening your face.
sungho shakes his head, shy at the thought of anyone really finding him attractive, because he only really wants you to see him like so. he wants you to be the one who finds him attractive, hot, charming, distinguished. just… a gentleman. but your gentleman.
“well, yeah. i suppose i wouldn’t mind having my best friend back and by my side until death, as my boyfriend,” you bring your hand back to put your fingers on his forearm, “lover,” you put one finger in front of the other, as if the fingers were walking legs, “and maybe even my fiance,” you cupped his cheek, “and husband.” you kissed him.
and he kissed you back. he kissed you back with the urge he had before. only now, he seemed so much freer and relaxed, his arms snaking around your waist. once again, he maneuvered you to lay you down on the mattress, and this time, he took his time.
his lips moved downwards, and he wove a sweet ‘i love you’ between each peck on your skin, his fingers tracing your beauty as his feelings for you evolved to the next stage. he could finally love you like he always wanted to. he could finally show you just how much you meant to him.
your soft giggles reached his ears as he went lower, his eyes looking up to scan you. he held the softest gaze, yet held you in such high regard.
“i want to make you feel like a princess tonight. all night.”
“all night?” you gasp, feeling his nose dive into your stomach.
“all my life,” he replied, his hands holding your thighs apart.
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What I was first thinking was Taesan being a bully and edging reader when either Leehan or Sungho calls and Taesan gets the bright idea that if you want to cum you have to beg and convince approval from one of them
Buuuuut what if we go out of the norm and have mean sungho !! Who wasn’t really going to tease you for long but when taesan/leehan called and you couldn’t keep quiet something clicked for him and now you have to convince all three of them 😆
contains exhibitionism (?) / name calling (slut, baby, pretty 💖)
oooh sungho who's fucking you but suddenly taesan and leehan are calling to get him to game together 😭😭 sungho answers and tells you to keep it down while he continues to thrust into you but you can't help but slip out a moan that taesan and leehan catches over the phone...
"are you fucking your girlfriend right now, hyung?" taesan laughs in disbelief, his own voice growing ragged as leehan clicks his tongue and mutters a quiet gross.
sungho's hips stutter for a moment when he hears taesan's observation over the phone, but then a grin overtakes his face like he's just been handed a shiny new toy. he doesn't hang up, instead, he continues his thrusts, rolling his hips as the sudden silence makes the sound of your wet pussy even louder.
"no fucking way," taesan laughs, a little breathlessly, "you're actually in her right now?"
you bit down on your lip to keep any sounds from slipping out but can't help but whimper at one of sungho's particularly hard thrusts, his cock brushing up against the spot that makes you lose control.
you hear something click on leehan's end of the line, his voice slowing to a sinful drawl, "hyung - just hang up or put the phone closer so we can hear her properly."
"she's being so noisy tonight," he says into the phone, "but she can't help it when i fuck her like this."
he punctuates his sentence with a pinch your clit, making you cry out.
taesan huffs, "don't be selfish, hyung. let us hear."
sungho lowers the phone to where you're connected to him, and suddenly leehan and taesan can everything - your shaky breaths, your whimpered pleas, the slick sound of sungho's cock disappearing into your soaked pussy, the headboard creaking...
you try to cover your mouth with both hands but sungho catches you before you can, pinning them over your head.
leehan's voice is louder over the call now, "is she close?"
sungho laughs, "fuck. yeah. she just clenched around my cock. bet you love this, don't you? letting other people know you're being fucked like some desperate slut."
you shake your head desperately.
"poor baby," leehan coos over the wet squelches, "do you want to cum, pretty?"
"mm - yes!" you pant.
"what do you think, hyung?" leehan laughs and sungho hums.
"i don't know, do you think you deserve it?" he leans down to bite on your neck as you moan out something that resembles a yes!
"fuck," taesan whispers breathlessly, "let her cum, hyung. i want to hear."
sungho's thrusts somehow speed up even more, hammering into that spot over and over while his thumb finds your clit.
"you heard them. cum for us, baby."
"wait, i -" you say deliriously, but your high comes faster than your words - cut off by your own broken moan that tears out of you, loud enough that the phone definitely picks it up. sungho continues to fuck you through it, his dick punishing your abused hole while he groans at how tightly your walls pulse around him.
"fuck, she's milking me," he groans as you finally slump back, panting.
sungho slows down, bringing the phone back up to his mouth, voice smug, "the door's passcode is her birthday, you know it. i think she can probably take all three of us tonight."
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I NEED. Ryul and Ohyul double penetration. JUST PLEASE I NEED IT BAD.
[18+] 2yul double penetration (afab reader)
j’s note: yaoi is present in this fic lolol. i’m soooo sorry for taking so long guys. on my knees begging for forgiveness. pls forgive dada 😞 sub!ohyul implied uhhh unprotected sex but pregnancy and sti’s don’t exist in royalryul world. (not beta read !)
A loud, guttural moan escaped from Ohyul’s lips. His cock twitched against his abdomen at the sight in front of him. You already stretched out on Ryul’s cock, his fingers tracing your cunt, pulling at the skin of your folds until he hears you whimper in response. Ohyul reached forward, tracing his thumb against the part where your cunt and Ryul’s cock met, their fingers brushing against each other.
He pushed his middle finger in, barely, before you flinched at the feeling of being stretched out more. If you were in the right headspace, you swore you would’ve punched the smirk off of Ryul’s face. Instead, your arms were limp, your nails digging into his wide shoulders.
Ryul pulled at your cunt again, like he was trying to make more space. The edges of his fingers pushing in, causing a loud squelch. Your body practically had a mind of its own, twitching in sensitivity the more they stretched you. His cock pulsed inside you as he felt Ohyul’s finger brush against him. He threw his head back on the pillow underneath him, fighting back from fucking up into you so he could chase the feeling.
“Gon’ feel so good, babe.” Ryul’s words were slurred, already drunk off the feeling. You weren’t much better, your face buried into his neck, making his skin even more damp with your breathless pants.
“Can’t wait anymore.” Ohyul’s voice was strained into a whine, his cock matching the same desperation as it leaked against his stomach. “Can I? Please — fuck. It hurts.” He pushed another finger in, curving them up against your walls. You clenched down, fighting the feeling crying out. He was gentle as he fucked his fingers into you, but there was an edge of impatience.
“Yeah? Won’t cum too early right, baby?” There was teasing in his tone, knowing how sensitive Ohyul’s cock is from waiting so long. Not that he’s off much better, practically just having you cockwarm him.
“No- Gonna make you both feel good.” Without another word, Ohyul pulled his fingers from your cunt, watching how you immediately close around Ryul’s cock again. He shuffled closed until his shaft was grinding against your folds, smearing his precum all over. His tip throbbed as he finally, finally pushed in. A sigh of relief came over him as he felt Ryul’s veiny cock against his, paired with your tight, hot cunt tightening around him.
The burn of the stretch was enough to make you almost scream. Ryul could tell just from how you bit down on his shoulders. He kissed your cheek, his hands massaging at your back. Ohyul bent over, leaving kisses down your spine, and ones on Ryul’s hands when they would cross paths.
When Ohyul finally bottomed out, you pushed yourself up, keeping your hands planted on Ryul’s chest, digging your nails into his pecs. Their cocks jostled inside you as you moved. Your boyfriend behind you made an effort to wrap his arms around your waist, hooking his head over your shoulder, kissing every so often across the juncture of where your neck and shoulder met.
Ryul reached for your arms, grazing his hands up and down, like a steady wave of encouragement. You ever so slightly moved your hips up, testing the waters. It felt like you were being split apart. You could feel every vein and ridge and twitch of their hips as you moved yourself up and down.
You could ever smell whimper from Ohyul in your ear as you kept fucking yourself down on them. “Baby — baby, wanna fuck you. Can I?” A mumble of pleas escaped his lips. You nodded in response, and that was all it took for him to push you down until you were chest to chest with Ryul again. Both of their hands groped at your hips.
Ohyul fucked himself forward, causing grunts and moans and whines from all of you. He couldn’t get enough of the way Ryul’s cock felt against his. He pulled back until just the tip was in, only to completely stuff you back full. You could feel yourself drool onto Ryul’s shoulder. With each passing moment of Ohyul’s thrusts, you found yourself trying to match his rhythm, fucking your cunt back on both cocks. So full, ‘m so full, was all the spilled from your lips.
You pushed yourself back up, only letting yourself hover over your boyfriend. You could see the smirk on his face, the way his eyes were focused past you, and onto your other boyfriend. Ryul pulled down at your neck, causing your lips to meet his. He kissed you like he was trying to steal the air from your lungs, and it didn’t help as Ohyul got rougher with pounding into you. His lips wrapped around your tongue, sucking on it before licking inside your mouth. It was sloppy and low effort, but still so, so good.
“Want a kiss too.” You pulled back to look in Ohyul’s direction, a pout prominent on his face at the sight of you both making out without him.
“C’mere, baby.” You said. He immediately bent over, crashing his lips into yours. The angle was awkward, your neck straining to the side, but it was so worth it. Ohyul bit down on your bottom lip, kissing over them again until they were swollen. His thrusts didn’t let up, still fucking into you. A long, stretched out Fuck was all you could hear from Ryul. His eyes were completely fixed on the sight above him.
Ryul planted his feet on the mattress before fucking his hips up, smirking at the way you both fumble into the kiss due to the unexpected movement. When you both finally pulled apart, you realized how out of breath you were. Your voice was raw with each moan.
And as if they had a mind of their own, both your boyfriends decided to reach for your unattended clit, taking turns pinching and rubbing at it. You were soaked, gushing around their cocks as they kept moving inside you, taking turns on who pulled out and who pushed in. The stimulation was too much, making your hips convulse on their own.
“Gonna cum.” You heard Ohyul whine, his thrusts quickly growing more sloppy in their movements. “Cum with me, please.” You just nodded along in response, completely on Cloud 9 as they fucked any possible word out of you.
At a particularly harsh, thrust, Ohyul hissed as he filled you up with his cum, feeling the way you clench down around them. You followed suit, cumming around both of their thick, heavy cocks. You cringed at the squelching sound that came from your sloppy cunt.
“Don’t pull out yet, baby, gon’ cum.” Ryul’s voice was hoarse, and all you could hear was a weak okay from Ohyul in response. He grabbed at your hips again, murmuring an apology, knowing how sensitive you both are. Ryul fucked his hips up, once, twice, before squeezing his eyes shut, his fingers nearly bruising your hips as he came. Your hips twitched, and your cunt clenched around them in over sensitivity.
You all laid there for a few moments, just listening to each other pant. Ohyul was nearly ready to pass out on top of you. Ryul let his fingers brush through his hair. All three of you welcomed the steady silence, not quite ready to let it all be over.
brother's best friend! jaehyun who keeps you as his dirty little secret 🐥 contains jaehyun kinda a creep / breeding kink / male masturbation / panty stealing / virgin! reader / slight corruption kink / reader is riwoo's younger sister
jaehyun who grows obsessed with you after going over to riwoo's house. he's found excuses to be at his house 24/7, gaming, raiding the fridge, and counting down the seconds until he can see you again.
he didn't really think much about it at the beginning, you were cute but off limits, obviously, as riwoo's little sister.
but, when riwoo is called down to help his mom with something and jaehyun has to help himself to the guest bathroom, he catches a glimpse of you through your slightly ajar door, wrapped in a towel as you sort through your clothes. jaehyun freezes when you drop your towel, staring at your figure through the crack - your perfect breasts, your perfect curves, your perfect ass. jaehyun snapped, heart pounding so loudly in his ears as his cock hardened in his jeans, straining painfully.
jaehyun knew, right there and then, he had to have you.
bend you over the nearest surface, rip your panties off, and slide his thick cock into your awaiting pussy. he'll pound into you until you're crying and begging for him to stop, pushing loads after loads of his cum into you until you're bred thoroughly and totally his.
the fantasy hits him so hard he nearly smacks into the doorframe.
he wanted it. he wanted you. he wanted to ruin you. he wanted you all to himself.
from then on, all of his fantasies were of you. dreaming about how you'll feel sucking on his cock, about how you'll whine about needing his cum, about how your cute pussy will suck his cock in greedily and milk him until he's shooting blanks. he'll lay in bed, hand around his cock as he furiously pumps himself, eyes screwed tight as he imagines your hands wrapped around his cock, tongue lolling as you beg for a taste of his cum.
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the situation is almost comical.
you answer the door in nothing but an oversized tshirt and the shortest shorts known to man.
"riwoo said you weren't answering the phone," jaehyun says, as easy-going as always, "he sent me to check on you."
"oh," you bite your lip and jaehyun nearly moans at your innocent little gesture, "sorry. something's wrong with the washing machine. i've been trying to fix it."
jaehyun offers to take a look, and look he did - staring at your cute ass as you crawl into the washing machine, pointing out the weird bits to jaehyun. it takes his entire willpower not to just take you there - pulling down your shorts, which leaves nothing to the imagination anyways - and bullying his cock into your tight pussy. it's a scene straight out of the flithiest porno jaehyun watches, you drooling as you beg for more cum, for his huge cock to reach even deeper... jaehyun has to awkwardly conceal his hard-on when you finally crawl out, finding great interest in your variety of detergents.
when you step out to get him a glass of water? jaehyun is immediately diving into your laundry, pinpointing your panties and immediately stuffing them into his pocket. later that night, after fixing your washing machine, jaehyun makes it two blocks down before he has to pull over and pull your panties out, screwing his eyes shut as his tongue darts out to suck on the wet patch you left on it, eyes rolling back at your taste as his other hand furiously jerks himself off. he cums pathetically easily, all over his console that he has to quickly clean up afterwards, your panties drenched in the sticky white substance. the sight makes him totally hard again, and he forces himself to drive home with a painful boner. that night, he wraps your panties around his cock and pumps himself to finish until they're totally ruined, stained with his cum.
♡
jaehyun swears he's dreaming.
riwoo's out in the yard when you shyly step into his room, playing with your fingers. jaehyun looks up from scrolling on his phone and gives you that familiar warm smile.
"what's up?"
"can i talk to you about something?" you tug on your skirt.
"anything," jaehyun sits up and pats the spot next to him on the bed. you walk over and sit down carefully.
"i'm a virgin," you blurt out before you can second guess yourself, "and - and i don't want my first to be with some guy who doesn't care about me. and you've always been so nice to me so... i was wondering if you could teach me. how to kiss and how to touch and, you know... please? just don't tell riwoo. he'd kill me."
jaehyun swallows harshly.
"you want me to be your first?"
jaehyun laughs darkly at your shy nod, "fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me."
he surges forward to cup your cheek, running a thumb over your lips. he presses down harshly, and when your tongue darts out at his action he has to bite back a groan, his cock already swelling in his pants.
now that he has you, you're his forever. he was going to ruin you, breed you til your pussy is dripping with his cum - and then some more, you're his dirty little secret ♡
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just came so hard from thinking abt dp with gongfourz OHMYGOD i need boafadem so bad bro ... i cant stop thinking about the paris vlog they both looked so good please kiss infront of me and also can i join
(got the idea after seeing leehan get so giddy when taesan and others praised him in the recent what!door episode lmaooo)
warnings: mdni, threesome, mmf, cunnilingus, throat fucking, cumming inside, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v, leehan loves when taesan praises him, poly dynamics.
wc: 859 (not proofread)
You couldn't really recall the chain of events that led you to the current moment.
Leehan was in between your legs, his face buried deep in your cunt, held by Taesan in place while Leehan suffocated but also lapped at your tongue like a starved man.
You squirmed, hips bucking upwards naturally as you gripped the bed sheets, your body squirming upwards trying to move away from Leehan to give him room to breathe. But Leehan grabs you by your thighs, almost as if he wants to be suffocated.
You could only whimper in response, short moans leaving your mouth as you felt him press his tongue up against your clit before he grazed his teeth along the sensitive flesh.
“Good job, Leehan. Look at how she's squirming.” Taesan praised Leehan as he loosened his grip in Leehan's hair, you felt Leehan let out a hot breath of puff before he made eye contact with you, raising his head a little bit. You saw how wet and swollen his lips were, the sight made you clench around nothing. He looked so beautiful.
It didn't last long before Taesan shoved his face back into your cunt again. “Get to work.” He mumbled and Leehan obeyed. His tongue slid across your folds and down to your hole as he licked you, the warmth sent shivers up your spine.
You could feel a heat rising in your lower abdomen, the same familiar one that makes you go blind with white and pleasure. He only needed a few more seconds before you were coming undone, back arched as you bit your lip hard to maintain your composure but the pleasure hit you hard, causing you to convulse in response.
Taesan smiled, as if he was satisfied. He pulled Leehan's head back before kissing him, tasting your essence for himself. He pulled away as he unbuckled his pants.
He pushed Leehan away to station himself in between your legs, grabbing your legs as he wrapped them around his hips before shoving in his cock with no mercy.
He didn't give you time to adjust, just rammed into with full speed. You could tell he too was bothered and desperate.
“What are you looking at? Go fuck her throat.” Taesan commanded, raising his voice slightly and Leehan listened.
Leehan positioned himself above your face, his knees touching the crown of your head as your mouth was forced open by him. He lined his cock up against your lips before pushing in. This position directly causing you to take him into your throat with no resistance.
He grunted at how warm your mouth felt before he began moving, thrusting inside your throat roughly. He caressed the bulge in your throat as he moved, pressing against it.
Taesan pinched your sensitive clit which made you let out a choked moan causing your throat to constrict around Leehan's cock, spasming as you panted for air.
Leehan threw his head back in pleasure, not stopping once.
“Look at her taking us so well, you're doing a good job Leehan.” Taesan once again praised Leehan, and you can tell that Leehan was proud and shy at the same time. You felt his cock twitch in your throat at the praise, Leehan clearly loved it.
You body moved up and down on both men's cock, not voluntarily but rather from the rhythm they had both developed, causing you to practically become a pendulum for both men to fuck. It was precise, Taesan would thrust in, making you move upwards and take more of Leehan's cock in your throat, and when Leehan would move, you would go downwards, your cunt enveloping Taesan's cock.
You felt dizzy at the pace, your jaw began to ache slightly as your pants got more desperate, you could only whine and groan in response to what they're both doing to your body.
Leehan's thrusts become sloppy, indicating that he is near. Taesan notices this. “Pull out and cum on her face.” He demands as he too thrusts in fast.
Leehan grunts, pulling out right as he comes, he fists himself as ropes of his semen spill on your face, coating your face. Taesan lets out a satisfactory noise. “Good boy.” He compliments Leehan, caressing his face.
His other hand rubs your clit fast. “Cum with me.” He commands you this time, and your second orgasm of the session hits you just as intensely as before. Taesan finishes at the same time as you, ropes of his cum falling into you. Your cunt clenches around him, milking every last bit.
He pulls out of you, watching his cum drip down your cunt.
He looks over to Leehan, giving him a smile. “You did so great today, maybe I'll let you cum inside her next time as a treat?” He cooes and Leehan's eyes brighten up as he nods.
You lay there panting and gasping for air as your nerves finally began to calm.
“Okay, now switch.” They switch again, changing positions, they make you get on all fours while one takes it from behind and the other from front.
#MMMMMMHHHH YUM omg i kid you not when i watched that whatdoor ep this is exactly what was going on inside my head #oops #when am i going to be sandwiched between gongfourz
j’s note: woah first fic ! i’m kinda nervous.. lol. i hope you enjoy reading. this wasn’t beta read, so if there’s any mistakes feel free to ignore or let me know.
bf!ryul who bites into your neck while he fucks into you. he gets so lost in pleasure, not paying attention to the way you cry out as his teeth sink into your skin. the moment you clench down on him, he’ll briefly let go to moan out, before biting down harder. when he snaps out of his haze, he’ll kiss over every hickey he left.
bf!ryul who loves leaning back on his hands and watching you ride him. a small smirk making his way to his face as he watches you struggle the longer you’re on top. if he notices you taking a break, he’ll fuck his hips up just slightly to tease you, chucking at the way you whimper. he’ll even grab onto your ass, smacking it a few times to throw you off your rhythm.
bf!ryul who loves going down on you. he’ll let your wrap your thighs around his head, not caring if he can breathe or hear. he’ll work his way between your folds, before sucking on your clit, holding you by your legs so you can’t push him away. he could spend hours eating you out, grinding against the bed as he sticks his tongue inside you. if he came inside you, he’ll also take the time to clean out his cum from your cunt.
bf!ryul who’ll light a cigarette as you guys fuck, grabbing you by the jaw and blowing the smoke into your mouth. he’ll keep the cig between his lips, his dimples popping out every time. when one is almost burned through, he’ll take a new one and place it between your lips, lighting it and quickly replacing it as he puts out the old one.
bf!ryul who loves spreading your legs open and stuffing you full of his fingers. he’ll sit you between his lap, his head resting on your shoulders as he admires the way his fingers are slick and shiny. he’ll press two fingers inside you, as his other hand works on your clit, pinching and pressing down. if he’s feeling extra, he’ll lick your cum off his fingers.
bf!ryul who loves when you hook your ankles on top of his shoulders. he’ll graze your leg and kiss his way up from your ankle to your calves, fucking you deep and slow. he loves overstimulating you, laughing at the way your legs shake against him.
bf!ryul who fucks you against the wall when you’re both in a rush. your body bent in half and your hands gripping onto the wall as best they can. he’ll grab your hips and pull you flush against his own. his boxers are only just pushed down enough to reveal his cock, and your panties are pulled to the side. he gets off on the way your whole body is trembling, nearly giving out as he keeps fucking into you at a fast pace.
bf!ryul who makes you fuck back against his cock as he stays completely still. he’ll get you on your hands and knees, loving the view of your cunt sucking in his cock. he’ll spread your ass apart, thumbing at your cunt, just barely spreading it wider to see how you’ll react to the stretch.
bf!ryul who keeps a pair of your dirty panties after you spend the night. he’ll save them for a night when you’re not there, letting them lay on top of his face as he jerks himself off. he’ll the smell of your juices as he presses his thumb down on the tip of cock. other times, he’ll slide the panties against himself, cumming all over them.
bf!ryul who lets you feel against his bulge whenever you want. he’ll avoid wearing underwear when he knows you’re coming over. he’ll pretend to be busy on his phone, letting you squeeze or glide your fingers against the tent in his sweatpants. when you know he’s not hard yet, you’ll make him grind against the palm of your hand, seeing how embarrassed he gets at the wet spot that starts forming.
