GUUUYSSS i thinking about actually working on the joongie drabble i was working on ages ago, buuutttt i wanna ask something..
what do yall preferrrr
she/her pronouns
he/him "
you/yours "
Voting ended onApr 4
i only include those 3 because they're the ones im comfortable writing and I'm not really looking forward to trying new things for this one. sooo maybe in the future there'll be more options but these are the ones for the time being 🤍
we all know this is near the image of what he'd look like as he guides your movements on his lap as he lays down... and although he's tired and so close, he just keeps trying to take the lead AND keep it slow and deep because that way it feels so good...
imagine his grunts and heavy breathing, along with some occasional more high pitched moans.... im dizzy.
the way he bites his lower lip because he knows - he knows he's this close to losing it and has to restrain himself in order to keep it going as deliciously punishing as possible.
on top of him, you can see the veins on his body. on his neck mostly, pumping with desire, need, lust. would you let your hands travel on his chest and abs? or would you play and tug on his hair? caress his face? dig your nails on his shoulders?
im pretty sure, no matter what, he would just end up picking up his pace to fuck you on top of him, or flip you over to make you see stars and fucking finally let you both reach your climax properly.
as you may have seen i haven't been uploading in a while, and although i have lots of unfinished projects, i haven't been working on them either.
this whole year i might not post as much as I'd like to cause I'm going to be extra academically busy. I'll still try to post every now and then but I can't promise anything.
thank you all for still liking and reblogging my works! (mostly san's one lol)
i swear I'll try to still upload stuff, even if it's short 🙂↕️
mingi kept talking and talking, probably about some lyrics he had come up with, while i just.. wandered in my thoughts... about him. maybe he meant more to me than what i had always thought.
"are you even listening to me?" his voice, deep as always, spoke to me. i flinched. taken out of my thoughts so suddenly.
"yeah, go on." i murmur, a meaningless response as my next actions are to do anything else rather than pay attention to whatever he's telling me.
i've never paid too much attention to him.
i mean, yes. he's my best friend. i know his birthday. his worries. his family. i- i do pay attention to him.
but i never paid attention to.. the way he is.. towards me.
he's always been like this, i think. yet i've never noticed.
he always has this soft look in his gaze. when he looks at me i love the kind of light that goes through his dark, dark brown eyes.
when he speaks to me he shifts his tone. it's not as rough as his thick vocal cords make him sound. he's.. in a way, more delicate when talking to me.
he also uses weird hand gestures. he touches my chest and arms when he laughs. i can feel his warmth each time - and it makes me smile a little. more than what i would like to admit.
"yunho, seriously, i don't know what's up with you." he cups my head, my long face with his large hands. i blink, clueless, my eyes on his.
"what?" i tilt my head to the right slightly, genuinely confused.
"geez, quit the puppy act." he looks away with a faint blush. i always thought he blushed when he got annoyed. but lately i noticed it's precisely when i act dumb.
"we should go buy something to eat. im hungry." i straighten my back on my seat. he sighs.
"sure, yun." that nickname.
he used it for the first time in middle school. i feel in love with the way he said it. well— not fall in love as in fall in love. just— it's cute. he's cute.
"what do you want?" he leans in against the glass of the snacks machine. i, once again, find myself a bit confused. time goes by too fast, and i get so caught up on my thoughts that i don't notice it.
"uh- whatever you want." i reply automatically. he stares at me for a long second. then turns to the machine.
"you're paying." he bluntly says and i take out my wallet. "okay now that's odd." he grabs me by my shoulders and pushes my body against the machine. my back hits the glass softly. "you always deny paying. what's wrong with you?" he confronts me.
what's wrong with me?
nothing. it's really nothing.
im just.. a bit more observant than usually.
is that too weird?
"it's nothing." i answer with a flat face expression, weirdly neutral for me,
"bullshit." he's not using his sweet tone. he's.. as rough as he's with anyone else. "is it about the girl that asked for your number last week?"
who?
son..sonhyeon?
what was her name again?
"who?" i frown.
"ugh, yunho, you're impossible." he lets go of my shoulders and i caress the muscles he pressed on. "you're letting her get into your head."
"mingi— who are you even talking about?" i bark back. he knows i hate it when people talk about stuff i obviously don't know of, assuming i do.
"sunyeon!"
oh, that's her name.
"she- she asked for your number last week and you've been distracted ever since that!" he stutters in between words, exasperated. that's confusing.
"why do you care so much about her?" i question with a curious tone. "i barely talked to her."
jealousy.
somewhere inside my mind, that word lighted up.
mingi? jealous?
why would he be?
i'm his best friend. what could he be jealous of? a girl flirting with me? he wouldn't.
"i don't know! you're— you're too hard to read lately!" he runs his fingers through his hair, and i stare for a few moments.
i decide to play my luck.
"are you jealous?" i ask, calmer. examing his expressions, the way his mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out.
"m-me? jealous? why— why on earth would I? there's no way i could be jealous of that— that stupid, pretty, feminine... fucking... perfect girl..." and it clicks. he's way too obvious.
"you are actually jealous." i scoff. he just groans in defeat. "why?" he looks away, taking one step backwards. i would never leave him for a girlfriend, and he knows that - we've talked about it before.
"it's just..." he exhales. "you wouldn't get it, yunho." he gazes at anywhere but my eyes. not get it?
"min, just tell me." i take a slow, small step closer. he looks briefly to my eyes before dragging his gaze to our shoes. "maybe i'll understand."
he stays silent for a while. i wait for him - i know he sometimes needs his time, and i love to know i make him feel like he can be comfortable in silence as he considers his words and--
"i like you."
simplicity.
straightforwardness.
deepness.
yet compendious.
mingi was always quite laconic.
"you like me?"
i felt like a kid. like children confessing to each other in the backyard of kindergarten, thinking your first love is your eternal love. innocent. pure.
"i like you." he repeats.
and it doesn't really- it doesn't.. it's weird. but it's not. it confuses me.
i can feel my heart beat faster.
i can feel my cheeks tighten in a shy smile, burning up with a slight blush.
snap out of it, yunho, say something to him.
"i-" i swear i try to. but if i force it i'll end up saying nonsense. my throat feels dry. my hands melt in cold sweat.
why am i like this?
his soft touch on my jawline takes me out of this confusing self talk.
"yun." he smiles at me softly. a gauzy smile - i can see his insecureness, and his hope.
i've known him all my life. he knows me more than my own family. and i know him more than i know myself. it has always been him. always him by my side.
he's.. he's my everything.
"i like you too." I don't even have to think about it. it's something I've never considered before, it never crossed my mind.
but now that i think of it, all that i look for in a partner... mingi has it.
he's my best friend. he knows me and i know him. my parents love him, his love me. fuck, i've even met his grandparents and cousins and went to family dinners.
he's a part of me.
and i don't think i could love any girl - let alone any person - more than him.
"i like you too." i say once again, and i can tell by the way his eyes shine, this time he believes me. "i don't know since when, but i do." he lets out a mix of a sigh and nervous chuckle.
"can i- uhm.." he looks up. i see the blush in his cheeks. mingi, you're too obvious, too cute for your own good.
it makes me smile.
and i cup his head, one hand on his jaw and the other one at the back of his neck. our eyes lock, and i feel fireworks on my chest. my heart is on fire, and i can feel his hands trembling. i slowly lean in. he tilts his head slightly to the left, and so do i.
it happens as if we were made for doing this.
our lips meet silently in a brief, uncertain press, like both of us are waiting to see if it’s real.
his breath catches, and i feel it tremble against my mouth.
the world gets quiet in a way that makes my pulse sound too loud. i close my eyes and let the thoughts go — everything and everyone, gone for a second. just this. just... us. he exhales against my skin, and the warmth makes me shiver. his hand is still on my jaw, thumb moving like he’s trying to memorize me.
i don’t move at first. i just feel him — the shake in his fingers, the taste of the mint gum he had eaten in class, the faint sound of the vending machine humming behind me.
it’s not perfect. it’s nervous and uneven and a little too real.
but it’s him.
so it is perfect. for me, it is.
when he finally pulls back, the air feels dense, thick. his forehead rests against mine, and we stay like that, catching our breaths and processing whatever that had just happened.
his laugh comes out low and a bit husky. "you’re blushing," he murmurs. of course mingi would be unable to stop mocking me even after this.
but i am. i can feel the heat all over my face.
i smile anyway, and it shifts to a little teasing smirk.
"you too."
silence again, and as always, it's comfortable.
"you're paying anyway." his hands slide off my jaw as he takes a step back.
"i'm not paying, mingi." i roll my eyes and stand at his side, turning to look at the machine. my left arm goes over his shoulder.
"another one that you owe me." he sighs and presses the buttons he always clicks. 3 for me - a small package of coca-cola gummies. and 9 for mingi. of course it's a bag of shrimp crackers.
i giggle as we walk off.
"one day i'll make it up to you." i playfully push him and he grins at me while shaking his head as a no.
this time, i can't tell if it's his normal grin or if it's different. either way, i smile back.
i always thought love was another thing. i thought i was supposed to feel it loud. like a rush of blood, some kind of lighting storm, i don't know - something so impossible to control that throws you off your hinges.
but it's not. at least not mine. mine is.. mingi.
its the way we lay our heads against each other's. the way he says my nickname. the way our hands sometimes brush. the silence between us. the laughter, the jokes.. the connection.
i guess that's my type of love — mingi.
and i couldn't be more happy to know that it's him.
! handjob, blowjob, gagging, teasing, casual encounter, no proper aftercare, secret relationship. and probably more (-_-;)
! professor hwa × fem reader
park seonghwa is your chemistry professor, and although you don't seem to struggle that much with his subject, one way or another you always end up failing his exams. how are you expected to improve your grades?
"i can't believe i failed park's class again." you groan, smashing your head softly on your desk after being mocked by your grades' update on your phone. "i don't know what to do anymore!"
"just bang him, duh?" your best friend replies, in her usual lazy, obvious tone.
"what." you straighten your back and shoot her a deadly stare. "that's actually disgusting. he's like— what, pushing his forties?" you exaggerate, trying to express pure denial.
"he's actually pretty close to our age, he's on his late twenties." she says calmly. you shake your head. "c'mon. he's hot, single and young. at least give it a shot."
"you're saying it like you've slept with teachers before." you roll your eyes. her idea was stupid, yes. it was a definite no for you. nuh uh. who would do that?
"who says i haven't?" she chuckles. your expression changes amusingly.
"you've slept with mr. park?" your voice gets slightly deeper. almost intimidating to her as you frown and stare, waiting for an immediate answer. she stays silent for a few moments before laughing and telling you that it was a joke. you breathe out, relieved. "anyway. i guess I'll have to talk with him abou—" your notification tone interrupts you, it's a new email from your phone. you stop speaking and look for the new email, quickly finding out it was from your professor, park seonghwa.
"speaking of the devil." your friend giggles. "what does it say?" she curiously asks, leaning in closer to you.
"to meet him after lunch. we need to talk about your grades." you sigh, quoting him.
"go for it, then. it's the perfect opportunity." she wiggles her eyebrows at you.
"stop with that! I won't ever have sex with a teacher." you insist, tone firm and clear. although you were a bit irritated, your cheeks still blushed slightly as you stayed silent for some seconds, thinking about it. you quickly shook it off and decided to go on with your day like usual.
after rushing your meal, you walked to the teacher's office. it was one small room, with four or five dual desks. you knocked on the door twice, and then once separately. as if it was a code.
"come in." his voice was noticeably more hoarse than usual. you knew he was alone in there, nevertheless you opened the door carefully and checked for any other professors. "hey there." seonghwa smiles. he's sitting on his chair. laptop open, papers over the desk, some pens and markers lost in the somewhat tidy mess. "i guess you know what i wanted to.. discuss, miss." he stands up, taller than you by some long inches.
you nod as a response to his serious tone. the tension is palpable, you can feel yourself start to sweat. your mind is going wild round and round with possible scenarios as he strikes closer to you.
"your grades are dropping, once again." he moves closer, and you take steps back until your back bumps the door. he locks it smoothly before turning back to you. "what do you think you should do about it?"
"uhm.. study more?" he doesn't react. "pay attention in class...?" your voice plays weak, insecure, trying to guess what he wants to hear.
"don't play dumb, sweetheart." he chuckles deeply, and you share a crooked smirk, breaking character.
"right." you answer. you seductively reach for his tie and undo it.
"good job remembering the door code." he praises as he lets you do all the work on his clothes. "it'd be great if you used that memory for the topics on my exams." he cups your head with one hand.
"yeah, shut up, seongwha." you roll your eyes.
"respect. don't be a brat." he holds your face a little stronger. you swallow hard. "so," he trails off. "how do you plan on making me rethink your grades?" he asks, genuinely curious. he can't hide the excited grin that slips on his lips.
you look around the room, contemplating. "sit down" you push him backwards with your hand on his chest. he lets you push him until he falls on his chair and sits laid back.
"oh?" he smirks as he sees you sit on the floor, right between his thighs. you're looking up to him with those eyes he adores. "don't look at me like that or.."
"or what?" your hands slide up from his ankles to his hips, until you reach his belt and carefully unbuckle it. "just sit still and let me do my thing." you smile and zip down his pants, before dragging them and his boxers down. you reveal his semi hard cock, eager and ready.
you wrap your fingers around it, not stroking just yet. you draw circles on his tip with your thumb as you glance up at him with a knowing smile.
"quit the teasing." he warns, just in case you were thinking on prolonging your act. "got it?" he asks and you begin to run your fist up and down around him, properly stroking him as he usually asks you to do it. "good."
his right hand goes to your head, petting you softly enough to make you feel like his pet. the other one works on unbuttoning his shirt. he softly breathes out, enjoying your hands on him.
"perfect for me... as always..." he mutters with his eyes closed, lost in the pleasing sensations.
seonghwa's breath hitches and he holds back a whimper at the sensation of your wet lips wrapping around him. his body shivers, even though he tries to hide his physical reactions. he throws his head back in a low groan. "jesus..."
you shift away with a wet pop sound and look up at him. "are they raising?" you smirk, licking your lips. his eyes open.
"your grades?" he chuckles. "im considering it." he caresses your hair. you dive down onto his length again. his thighs tremble as your mouth takes him deeply, each bob of your head closer to his base. "heck yeah..." he bucks his hips and presses your head down onto his lap. he lets out moans as he slowly helps you deep throat him. "open wider. i wanna see how much you can take." he demands, and his tone leaves no room for any complaints.
you grip his knees tightly, trying your best not to gag.
but you fail miserably as your throat aggressively closes at the intense feeling of his dick and your body urges to pull away.
but he doesn't let go.
his hand keps you close - prevents you from leaning back.
"you're such a mess... drooling all over me." you feel your tears running down your face. your throat burning. your mouth watering with abundant saliva.
but for a moment you concentrate on his voice. you ignore how much of a torture it feels and focus on him.
he's now subtly moaning, all his body working hard to get more of you, his hands gripping your hair roughly as he controls the way you move on his shaft. you can feel it — how his fingers curl into a firmer grip on your scalp, looking for better control.
you can't take it.
you jerk back abruptly and gasp for air, panting and trying to control your breathing. a long sigh escapes his mouth.
"what's wrong?" he asks, once you both steady your breathing rhythm, with his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek.
"what's wrong? i almost pass out on your dick." you look at him with sharp eyes. he shakes his head and scoffs. he allows you to calm down for a minute or two, staring down at you as he jerks off right on your face, slowly and confidently with eyes locked on yours.
"come on, you're better than that." he forces your head back to his crotch, where you restart your actions. this time he latches your head with his two hands, and leads your movements.
you start to feel dizzy at the intense movements he makes you follow. when you start choking again, he curses under his breath and pushes you even closer to him. you can feel his salty taste on your tongue, his tip getting more and more wet, his cock harder and longer.
he loses it. seonghwa cries out nonsense curse words, weak praises, and pronounces your name in a feeble voice. the world blurrs out for him as he reaches his edge.
with thighs clenching, balls threatening to explode, he whines in a quiet, broken voice.
you feel your mouth get filled up with his fluids. he paints your oral cavities white with his seed. his hands instinctively land on your neck to keep you still as he forgets about your well-being, and just aims for more pleasure.
at this point you can barely process anything. yet you put the hardest effort on being good for him. you swallow hard once he retires his sensitive dick out of your mouth.
you blink and he's thrown back on his chair, panting like he had just ran not one marathon, but like, three of them.
he's overwhelmed, tip boiling hot and irritated, body still receiving waves of pleasure.
you stay on your knees for a second longer, watching his chest rise and fall as he tries to steady his breathing. his hands slip from your throat, resting limply on his thigh. for a moment, neither of you speak — the only sound in the room is his shaky exhale.
"...fuck," he mutters at last, exhausted, eyes half-lidded but still on you.
you smile faintly, wiping your mouth with your thumb "you're welcome," you tease playfully.
when you feel like you're ready, you stand up. and reach to his ankles to slide up his clothes and help him fix his professional image, just as you fix yours afterwards.
the bell rings. lunch time is over.
you smile down at him, who's still quite ruined, coming down from his climax. he takes one long breath and he's back to reality.
"i've got to go." you speak as you put on your sweater you had brought with you and laid on his desk previously.
"god. you're perfect." he whispers, more to himself than to you. "go on, then." he hands you the keys of the office. "same time next wednesday." you nod, wave at him flirtatiously and unlock the door. you leave, not noticing his endearing gaze on you as you close the door behind you.
in the middle of the hallway you meet your friend. it's full of students heading to different classes. conversations, laughter and locker doors sounds fill the place.
"so? how did it go?" she softly hits your arm, implying any sexy act.
"no, i didn't do anything, gosh!" you roll your eyes. "it's disgusting, really." her enthusiastic smile fades to a bored expression as she crosses her arms.
"you're so boring." she drawls. you shrug and respond with a hidden jocular grin;
! includes nsfw media links from twitter. none of the videos are of my property, credits to the accounts that upload this videos. all couple videos are hetero.
! +1k likes across all my posts special !! tysm everyone for all your support and love hihi <3
seonghwa
the pillow video? yeah. that's just how he likes to have you. trapped on his arms and fingers deep inside you. this mas has no mercy when it comes to fingering.
loser trapped in a hot's body. probably would play with his legos as he fucks you too.
hongjoong
he was producing, working at home, and you enter his home studio dressed up like a slutty doll. this is what you get in return - him making you squirt as if nothing.
i don't recommend being a brat on hongjoong. this guy right here will hold you so you can't move and play with your pussy as you fall apart on him.
yunho
don't you ever dare interrupt his game with some stupid flirting, or anything. he'll arrange his revenge.
he loves to see you and have you fuck yourself on him <3
yeosang
supposedly, he invited you over to help you study after your classes. somehow it ended up as something different.
oh how yeosang loves dry humping and all that of keeping your underwear on :))
san
your first time fucking raw wasn't planned. none of you had a condom, you promised each other to just touch yourselves but it felt too good to suppress your needs.
san is just way too big no one can make me think otherwise. he's also quite obsessed with putting pressure on your lower stomach when he's deep inside you^^
idc idk saw this and thought of sannie :3
mingi
oh my. he's just a guy who found his pretty girlfriend sleeping on the couch. what to do? :/
type of vids mingi sends you when he feels a bit lonely during tour
idc idk (x2) this just screams mingi to me
wooyoung
the truth is, you both find it fun to get spanked a little. desperate and rough, with some slaps? perfect for you two <3
this man's obsessed with your pussy. he loves how you get when you squirt. so wet and sensitive ;)
i can tell wooyoung is a sucker for having sex anywhere rather than bed. he found out himself when he discovered how much he liked taking you in the shower.
jongho
he knows how to take care of you when you're too tired but too horny. he'll let you lay down to relax, and work his fingers on you to make you feel good.
this is what happens when you tease jongho going around your home in simple white panties.
! kitchen (rough?) sex, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, praising, teasing, begging, biting/marking, no protection (don't, guys), second round implied.
! bestfriend san × fem reader
! 9k ch.
it was the start of the summer when your childhood best friend, san, invited you to a short trip. "a long weekend. a lonely beach. the warm weather. and your best friend. how does that sound?"
two months passed by as you two got ready. planning, talking things out, saving up, and then watching a significant amount of money go by once you rented the house you'd stay in for a few days.
you trusted san when he told you his driving was gentle and peaceful – that it’d be perfect, and he'd treat you like nothing else than a delicate princess.
and so it was, indeed, smooth and calm. it was a 3-hour drive to the destination, filled with laughter, karaoke (and voice breaks), deep convos, and all sorts of things that randomly come up when you're with your best friend.
then you arrived. it was a small house, cozy and welcoming. "woah, this place is really pretty\~" you cooed as you entered, leaving your small handbag on the living room's couch. you walked to the kitchen, still small and cute. you tested the counter and then decided to sit on it – you've always had that mania of sitting on counters, even since you were a little kid.
san came in quite some minutes later. "do you like it?" he asked, a bit out of breath, as he set down one of the last luggages.
"yeah. it's totally my style." you smile, excited, as he takes slow, lazy steps to you. "tired?" he just nods.
"it'd have been nice to get some help getting our stuff out of the car." you gasp softly.
"oh– sorry. got too caught up checking the house. you wouldn't have let me help either though." you look away and he just sighs, mumbling that it was fine. "do you want to take a little nap?" you ask him, as he lowers his head to rest it on your shoulder and his hands drop to your legs. casual touch. closeness. trust.
he stays quiet, then inhales your sweet natural scent with a deep breath as an impulse to stand straight again.
he looks at you, his eyes tired yet happy. lazy happy. you smile softly, finding it cute. "let's go rest." your hands lay on top of his. he caresses your thighs with his thumbs and looks down for a bit before looking up again.
"okay. let's go, then." he lets go of your legs and takes two steps back to leave you enough space to jump off the counter.
you two walk upstairs and enter your new temporary bed. wide, white, and soft.
you lay down and turn to plug your phone to charge, reaching to your left. to your surprise, san lays behind you and hugs your waist, successfully spooning you. you freeze for a tiny second and then relax. you put your phone down on the nightstand and get more comfortable, shifting closer to him, to his warmth.
he's your best friend. you've had tons of sleepovers together, ever since you were five years old, and still right now, when you're young adults. you never saw him as anything else than your platonic soulmate. a good friend. someone to trust.
so there should be no reason for this to feel different. why? you asked yourself, and found no answer. why did his breath on your neck suddenly feel too hot? why did he feel so much… bigger than you? and why was it flustering? why did his hand grip your waist a bit tighter and make you hold your breath?
you had no idea. why? how? no answer. why on earth would his presence feel so overwhelming right now? why would your mind start replaying those times other friends told you you'd make a great couple with san? why would your heart beat slightly faster when thinking about his smile, his dimples, his sweetness and charms?
he's your best friend. so why are you suddenly doubting every stare, word, movement? why are you now, suddenly looking forward to the next time he jokingly flirts with you?
you got up and walked to the bathroom, breathing heavily. "the hell's wrong with me." you run your fingers through your hair and sit on the floor. with eyes closed, you take deep breaths. the soft white sound of the bathroom was too loud. you checked the time on your phone once you washed your face and got out.
you decided to go downstairs, thinking it'd be great to have dinner a little bit earlier than usual.
you calmed down. took out some ingredients you brought, and checked for anything that the house could have to include. humming a blend of jazz and pop song, you worked hard to make a good meal out of what you had.
you jumped slightly when you felt two arms wrap around your waist behind you. you felt his chest, his stomach pressing on your back. he was way too close – pressed against you. he laid his head on your shoulder, and you could feel the faint breeze of his nose on your weak spot, right under your ear.
"san?" you ask, your legs felt a little weak. your mouth trembled.
"you left me all alone up there." he whispers with his sleepy, deep voice. "come back to bed." he whispers to you, and your brain kind of stops working. he can tell, by the way your eyes widen and your hands tighten in a grip. one of his hands stays on your waist. the other crosses over your shoulder and gently tilts your chin to make you look at him. "what?" his lips move to form the question. and you curse at yourself internally for letting your gaze slip down to his beautiful… red… tempting… lips… "what are you looking at?" he interrupts your thoughts. your eyes fly to his and you rush to answer; "nothing."
you stay silent. staring at each other. why the hell were you so nervous?
"turn around." he just announces his next moves – which are to turn you around by your waist, for him to easily pin you against the counter, leaning into you. "you're acting weird." he gets as close as he physically can, or that's what it seems like he's trying to do. you panic, looking away and fidgeting with your shirt. "look at me." he demands, and you shyly follow his words and meet gazes.
he looks down at your lips and you can feel your stomach drop. your heart trembles with nervousness. he cups your cheek and you feel your face start burning. you want to lean in so bad. you're dying to do it. but you don't dare to.
and that's why he takes the lead.
he leans in and takes the very little space left between you two, pressing his lips to yours and moving his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck. the other one stays down, subtly squeezing the skin on your lower waist.
"i didn't imagine you'd taste so good." he mumbles and your legs almost give up. you have no clue how to react. "tell me to stop." he whispers in your ear before kissing you again and letting one of his hands creep under your shirt. you get hit by strong shivers. you tense up. but you don’t tell him to stop.
you moan a little against his mouth when his hand sneakily touches your most sensitive spots on your torso.
"san…" you breathe out. he looks up.
"yes, princess?" he asks back. you swear you had something to say, but the way his lips move on yours makes you simply forget the alphabet. or any word.
he smirks at your absence of replies, like it's stupid how fast he makes you get like this.
he holds you up and helps you sit on the counter, then steps in between your legs.
this time you're brave enough to cup his jaw with both your hands, each one at each side of his face, and pull him into a kiss. he enjoys your initiative and focuses on massaging your hips roughly. taking advantage of a little moan that you let escape, he slides his tongue in, quick to take the lead.
you have no idea how you manage so much time making out with him. but you do. your lips move in synchrony, your movement benefits you both, the chemistry surrounds you… it’s simply perfect. like it was destiny.
then, one of his hands carefully starts sliding down your sweatpants. you try to act casual, but he feels the way it affects you.
"shhh." he smiles and kisses your neck, his hand stopping. "relax, princess." his tone is soothing, and it manages to calm you.
"go on, please." you murmur and he chuckles, nodding and replying with; "okay, okay."
you lift your legs and he smoothly removes your sweatpants, leaving you in your white panties – you thank yourself for choosing those instead of the comfortable hello kitty ones you almost put on this morning. that would have been way too embarrassing.
you tug at his shirt and he lifts his arms for you to remove it off him. his worked out body is revealed, although you've seen it countless times, right now it’s noticeably different.
two minutes pass by and you're moaning his name. bare chests pressing against each other. your hands playing with his hair as he kisses, and his sly fingers move, deep inside your core.
"san- i-" your hips are bucking, you're pleading.
"say it and i'll give it to you." he looks at you intensely.
"please. just… i want you so bad, please." you look at him with eyes that make him groan.
"fuck." he whispers and rips your panties open. in the blink of an eye, he's grinding his covered bulge against your bare pussy, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "please tell me to stop if–"
"san. please." you whine. "fuck me, for fuck's sake." you kiss him. "i need you inside me more than anything." that's all he needs to hear before lowering his pants and starting to grind his red, hot tip on your soaked folds.
he looks up at you and you nod.
that's when he thrusts in. it's quick, he doesn't let you process it.
you frown and close your eyes shut, feeling the intense stretch deliciously.
his name comes out of your mouth like you want the nearby houses' owners to learn it.
he loves to see your face. so, yes, one hand goes on your chin, jaw, cheek, whatever it is that helps him keep your face still. "i want to admire it just how you deserve it," he tells you. again, he loves your face; as he fucks you, he leaves kisses all over it, whispering between each one little praises that make you melt.
he sets a pace, quicker than you thought, yet he puts extra effort into rolling his hips at the perfect angle to hit that certain spot he noticed makes you moan louder. he pays attention to how you react – whether you need it slower or faster.
he moans too, once you start clenching harder than before. the little, cozy kitchen suddenly turns hotter, filled with moans and skin-slapping sounds.
"fuck– princess. i'm… i think i'm there." he moans weakly. you throw your head back. he leans in to kiss your chest.
he slowly loses it. as he reaches his orgasm, he starts to forget all the gentleness he had with you at the beginning. he starts taking you the way his insides crave you. fast, deep, rough. he bites your skin, marking you with bite marks and hickeys while he moans and groans.
you just take it – pleasantly crying out his name as motivation for him to keep going just as he wants.
he's quick to realize he's right on the edge. one of his hands shifts down, ready to play with your clit as he keeps his movement.
it's overwhelming. he pleases you the way you thought impossible. your legs tremble, your eyes tear up, your throat goes dry.
"i can't, sannie, too much," you whimper and he shakes his head in disapproval.
"i know you can, c'mon. give it to me, darling. come on me. you've got it." he talks, and you see stars. his voice, his dick, his hands – it's all just too much.
with one last strong moan, your insides grip him tighter than ever. you shake in pleasure and your eyes roll back.
he looks at you – he enjoys how you fall apart for him. and then lets himself come too. he goes as deep as possible and stays there, buried inside your hole as he spills.
your walls mix both your fluids together as you pant together, bodies tired yet pleased.
you're trembling and raw, every nerve still alive with heat. his grip on you is firm, holding you there as his gaze darkens, a slow, wicked smile curling on his lips. you see the look on his face – he's not done. not quite.
! established relationship, online shopping, animal accessories. (sh and wy mentioned)
! hongjoong × gn reader // soft bf hj <3
thank you all for voting on the poll !! i was really indecisive and i actually ended up loving writing this as hongjoong hehe
hongjoong wasn't expecting your casual online shopping items to turn... into whatever it is that had turned out to be.
it all started with little simple orders for yourself. hongjoong didn't mind that you loved buying stuff for you - cute earrings, pretty tops, some stylish shoes, even a couple of trending pants. but then you bought him a shirt. a beanie. a pair of matching cute pajamas for you two. until your shopping orders became a little different.
"babe! look what i bought!" you called him one time - socks full of cute puppies. underneath they had the drawing of paws. "...is this for-" "for you!!" you hugged him and he sighed. that night he gave up on your annoying pleas for him to wear them "at least for sleeping!". he agreed, and couldn't hide the fact that they were so comfortable he started wearing them almost everynight.
"joongie, look what i just ordered!" you brought with you your laptop to the couch where he was peacefully watching a random chitchat show.
"you're kidding me." he threw his head back in frustration, he knew that item was bought only and specifically for him. "can you stop buying those type things for-" he looked at you and stopped his sentence at your pout. "fine." he couldn't resist your face. you jumped in joy.
two days later you were laughing your ass of at his grumpy face reacting to his brand new kitten ears that moved with a remote control. "stop moving them!" he growled at the same time as you pressed a button that made the ears tense up. he was hating that moment, but secretly enjoying your giggles. that's why, the next week, he didn't complain much at your proposal to wear them again, along with the dumb puppies socks.
he never knew he loved so much getting called cute by you. he sweared he once promised to be as strong as he could be for you - did this count as strong? did, getting pets on his head and being talked like a pet, count as strong? did, once in a week wear all those stupid accessories only to hear his partner call him a good boy, count as strong? fuck it, he thought once he realized, as long as you like it, it doesn't matter.
a random tuesday evening, while you were away and hongjoong was at home, the bell rang. he answered it and recieved a package, a box with that one brand he wore once a week.
he did get excited.
he did almost take a little peak, but decided to wait for you.
to his surprise, you didn't bring it up for a whole week. he gave you the package and you smiled. but never showed it to him. did he get a bit upset? yes. but he couldn't come up to you and ask you about it. he felt a little pathetic for the first days.
and then, one day, when he was distracted cooking dinner, he felt a little movement behind him and he heard a soft click. his pants were a bit heavier.
"baby~" you called from behind, he flinched at the unexpected closeness, and didn't notice the reason why you suddenly grabbed your head and excitedly ran around your home.
"what— are you okay?" he turned to face you and you shook your head.
"turn around, joongie." you whispered, forcing him by his shoulders to turn. "babyy.." you said again, and he heard a little machine sound, and sensed movement on his butt.
"what the—" he tried to grab whatever that was attached to his pants, but you stopped him. "what is it?" he got no answer more than those incontrolable giggles you let out when he's being extra cute.
"do you want some cuddles, joongie?" you ask him, holding his back so he doesn't turn around. your point of you was hongjoong, your not so (actually, not at all) clingy boyfirend, having a bunny tail wiggling to your request of cuddles, and it was the best thing you had ever seen. you let out a little scream and hugged him, kissing all his face.
"what did you even put in me?" he just asks, trying to ignore his ears heating up at the kisses.
"sound sensitive bunny tail." you look at him with a mischievous smirk. and he, like always, sighs. although he's actually not completely annoyed by it. he's used to it. and he likes it.
the rest of the night, you begged for him to keep it on as much as possible. and hongjoong, with the idea of hearing your giggles all night, nodded with a little smile.
however, he did not expect for you to put that tail on him whenever he was doing something standing up, or just whenever he was home. cooking? tail on. washing the dishes? tail on. fixing a furniture? tail on. tidying up the house? yeah, the tail's on.
but well, if that was what it took him to make you laugh non-stop and attack him with kisses he refuses to admit he loves, he'd stand wearing those cute accessories. as long as you did not show, neither tell his friends -or anyone- it was completely fine.
he doesn't have to know that seonghwa knows... that wooyoung knows too... or that they told everyone... no, he doesn't have to know that.
! dating app, no stablished relationship, sex, p in v, dirty talk, orgasms, little teasing, little begging, and idk if there's more, lmk!
! wooyoung × fem reader
sooo... sorry for the delay! i had actually finished this about 5 days ago but i forgot to save the damn draft and i lost all the progress. so i re-did it on my notes app lol. anyway, here it is. hope you enjoy iiitttttt
(NOT A DRABBLE; it ended up being way longer than a drabble lmao)
you've always thought dating apps were useless. or at least that they were filled with catfishing, lies, and trash people. that was until, three weeks ago, you got a notification from a certain dating app you were about to uninstall.
< user: wooyng.99 liked your profile. check out theirs to see if it's a match! >
the morning you read that, you rolled your eyes and sighed. maybe, just maybe, it's okay to give it one last chance.
and it was definitely more than okay.
you met wooyoung. the man you were silently craving. someone who can be a friend. funny, understanding, and kind. someone a bit flirty too. romantic. passionate. wooyoung was the person you believe you needed all long.
today was your date number four. you've been texting all day long, almost every day since you liked back his profile and started chatting. of course, there were times when you or him were busy. or when you two just weren't in the mood. but the connection had been too strong. it didn't matter if you didn't text for a day. the next day, or another day, you'd catch up as if nothing.
it was the intense chemistry you found out you had with him that made you fall for him so easily. it felt like you had known him for your entire life, yet he didn't even know about your existence a month ago.
:heyyyy
: I'll be there to pick u up at 8.
: be ready, pretty girl ♡
you smile at your screen and hug your pillow. "stop it with the teenager behavior." you breathe out into the soft cloth. "i should get ready." you stand up and pick up your phone that you unconsciously threw to the floor.
: sure!
:ill be ready, i promise:)
:see you, pretty boy.
by eight o'clock, you were opening the door of your apartment, just to find the man you now loved deeply. he had a light gray buttoned shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black formal pants. he had a jacket on one arm. and.. flowers on his other hand.
"i might die right now, wooyoung." you whisper as your gaze had landed only and exclusively on the beautiful red roses.
"hey- no- don't die right now." he panics for a second as he looks to your eyes. you lift up your head to then look up at him. "you look gorgeous. i mean, you are hot. but that outfit makes you look even hotter." he says as you open the door wider for him to walk into your place.
"you look really hot too, woo." you chuckle, taking the flowers and putting them in a vase. "do you want a glass of water or something before we go?" you turn to him once you're done. he shakes his head with a soft smile.
"nope. i just want you." you laugh softly and hit his arm. "let's go, princess." he smiles wider and takes your hand, casually intertwining his fingers with yours.
the date was fast. dinamic. it showed you, once again, that it was him — he was the one. wooyoung was for you. and hopefully, you were for wooyoung. he had ordered a well cooked steak with salad. you ordered chicken breasts with a delicious wok. the ride back to your house was comfortable. filled with laughter and wooyoung's complaints about the waitress being salty towards him. overall, it was another great night where wooyoung made your heart beat faster, your soul be happier and feel loved.
"you can stay over if you want." you said as you opened the door, and he entered, your tone a bit affected by the three glasses of wine you had ingested. you locked your door close and took your black heels off, groaning quietly at the comfort of being barefoot. wooyoung was already lying down on your couch, sighing loudly as he unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his chest. "i was hoping you'd ask me that. thanks." he smiles at you. you smile back.
"im going to wash up." you say, and he is quick to follow behind you. "you're going to wash up too?" you raise an eyebrow and he nods.
"yes, i have make up on." he rolls his eyes.
"ooohhhh" you nod slowly, as if a lot of things had just been cleared. "that's why your eyes looked different today. i like it." you lean closer to get a better view of his nicely done make up.
"yeah, i'm really good at it. i know." he replies back as you take out your skincare products.
"you can shut up now." you give him a fake smile and hand him a few pieces of cotton wetted by micellar water. minutes later you were sitting on the counter, drying his face with a clean, white towel. "you're really rough with your skin." you say after watching how he cleaned his face, now caressing his cheeks with your thumbs as you cup his jaw. without saying anything, he pulled you by the back of your neck into a gentle kiss. it was lovely. sweet. yet it quickly turned darker after your hands dropped to his shoulders and chest, and his hands stayed on your neck and waist.
there was no going back.
you pulled him in, he leaned in.
he gripped tour neck tighter, you melted under his touch.
he lifted you up off the counter, you held onto him, hugging his neck.
between sloppy, breathy kisses, he whispered. "clothes off, princess." his voice wasn't as demanding as you'd thought. you figured he was still trying to understand your boundaries better. what to do and what to not.
you obeyed, sliding off your outfit as he simultaneously unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt.
"fuck you're so pretty." wooyoung curses to himself as he sees you there ‐ lying down waiting for him. he couldn't understand how even naked and horny you'd look all cute and sweet.
"come here already." you just say, and he smiles.
he supports himself with one hand and gets between your legs. his other hand grabs your leg, making it wrap around his waist as he dives into your mouth. your hums and whimpers are loud inside the silent room. the faint sound of rustling as you move on the matress fills up the little silence.
"woo, please." you mutter. and his smirk grows as he pulls away and now begins to suck on your neck, leaving marks all one after another. "wooyoung." you repeat. "fuck, please i need you." you hear a small 'pop' sound as he gets off your neck and now looks at you.
"need me to what?" he raises an eyebrow with that - that little devilish smirk of his.
"just fuck me already, please. i'm- i swear if you don't do it, im getting it myself." his smile fades for a moment before he scoffs, like you just told him a stupid joke.
"get it yourself, you say?" he laughes softly. "you want to try that?" he stands up. you whine. "come sit on my lap." he pats his thighs once he's sitting on your bed, back against the headboard. you crawl to him and successfully sit on him. core pressing down his crotch.
your voice, tone, gaze. it was everything to him. "fuck. you can't do this to me while you look so beautiful." he curses, mentally regretting every piece of him that had previously teased you to be like this.
you kiss him as your hands work their way to his underwar and slide it off him, making his erect cock to stand tall, with it's tip wet in precum. a small few veins at its sides, making you look at his dick in awe.
he wraps a hand around the base and looks up at you. you meet eyes with him - a knowing look. with a little smile and warmth in your heart, you pull your underwear to the side, enough for your pussy lips to be free. he takes a little longer than expected, with a hand on your lower back and teasing his tip by running it up and down through your wet folds. he was breathing heavily, and you were on the verge of starting whimpering. you grabbed his wrist and made him let go, replacing his grip with yours - a much softer yet better sensation for him.
after taking a short breath, you align your two bodies together for you to swiftly sink down onto him.
you held your breath. he squished your skin.
you left a big breath. he threw his head back and moaned low.
soon, the movements started. at first, they were evidently stiff and tense. up, down, up, down. you were yet far from being comfortable with the stretch. wooyoung, noticing the absence of comfort, held you close and kissed your chest. his hands helped you manage your weight by staying on your hips.
however, as he kissed your nerves away, you lost all fear and let yourself feel free.
your hips swayed in a perfect motion, making him freeze for a second at the intense, sudden pleasure. he moaned against your skin, now hugging your waist, although not tight enough to difficult your movements.
you, feeling a wave of motivation at his broken sounds, decided to put maximum effort to, grind by grind, make it better for him. in no time, groans and sweet moans mixed with soft skin slapping sounds.
you rode him the way you felt he deserved. you kept your own pace, but followed the way his hands tried to move your hips. his mouth landed messily on the corner of your mouth. he tried to kiss you passionately, but it ended up being a rough, teeth against teeth-kiss. he moaned into your lips as he tried to keep control.
you whispered his name along with some praises as you told him how good it felt for you - how great his cock felt surrounded by your clenching walls. the pleasant act was second by second potentially becoming more overwhelming in the best way possible for both of you.
"fuck— princess, im close." he stuttered in a whine his words. you only replied to him with repeated "yeah"s as you increased force, pace and intensity.
between now-sloppy movements, he rushed to take you to your edge before him. he drew circles around your clit, and teased one of your hard nipples with his mouth. you cried out his name in a strangled moan just before your body shuddered at your orgasm. quickly, he lifted you up and pulled out, needing only a few strokes to successfully finish on your stomach, his tip drawing a nice stain on your belly with his fluids.
you two panted. he stopped stimulating you. you let your body relax, your foreheads softly colliding while looking at each other in the eyes under the quiet, cold moonlight.
he sighed and hugged you. "fuck. you're amazing." he kissed your cheek. "and mine." you chuckled and repeated; "yours."
minutes passed by, you two ended up laying together, cuddling while talking about something random. before wooyoung sat up and realized - "im gonna bring you something" he had said before walking away of the room to the bathroom, only to come back a few seconds later with a cloth wettened by warm hot water. he wiped your stomach and tits that were either stained with his cum, or full of saliva and bite marks. you hummed softly.
"we should sleep." you suggest just as he pulls away the cloth. "let's rest." you nodded to him.
he held you. you hugged his chest and layed your leg on top of his - like a big koala. his hand caressed your hair softly until he realized you had fallen alseep.
"i know it's too soon for this, but -" he sighed. "i love you. a lot." he whispered, hoping you weren't listening. you shifted, hugging him tighter, and he smiled warmly.
! fluff stuff ; mentions of sex, orgasm, little jealousy
! soft jongho × gn reader
hey so um thanks for all the love on my yunho post - i wasn't expecting it at all 😓 love you all!!! <3
bf!jongho who prefers to keep your relationship really private and intimate
bf!jongho who sneakily leaves notes around your place with phrases like "have a nice day, love" ; "you're the best: ; "you can achieve whatever goal you establish to yourself." ; "i love you" ; "my favorite person ♡"
bf!jongho who cooks breakfast for you and leaves it in the fridge when he has to leave to go work early and doesn't have time to have breakfast with you
bf!jongho who, when is jealous, will give the other person a deadly stare and then grab you by your hand and murmur "we're going home."
bf!jongho who sometimes, when he's tired or suddenly feels a wave of appreciation over you, lays his head on your lap and lets you touch his hair (and falls asleep)
bf!jongho who softly caresses and holds your cheek while kissing.
bf!jongho who takes you slow and deep — he only wants it to feel good.
bf!jongho, whose hands roam over all your body like the texture of your skin is magnificent.
bf!jongho who takes his time in bed because he doesn't like it when it feels like something meaningless
bf!jongho who gets a little into it and starts teasing you when you want more
bf!jongho who makes you see stars once he picks up his pace and holds back his orgasm to make sure you come first.
bf!jongho who stays close to you for an hour or more to make sure you rest well after.
bf!jongho who is extremely careful and softly protective with you as if you could break. he loves you more than anything, and hurting you or upsetting you is the worst thing he could ever do.
! oral (m to f) , making out , mention of a round two , and idek what else
! yunho × f reader // bestfriends to ??
please ignore the fact that i didn't know how to end this and it's so lame
you and your best friend, yunho, would often meet up in spontaneous sleepovers. in those, it was common for both of you to spend lots of hours gaming mostly. then, you would also watch movies, bake your favorite cookies, or play board games. they normally were just like that. it was all about having some fun and quality time together! today another one of those took place in his house.
somehow, in between a lame vintage romantic movie, you ended up sitting on yunho's lap, his lips repeatedly forming marks on your collar bone and neck. his big hands layed low on your hips, slowly sliding down to your thighs. his warm touch made you shiver, and his open-mouthed kisses on your neck were making you crazy.
"yuyu." you whined for no reason. he only hummed back, his low, kind of raspy voice vibrating against your skin. your hands shifted upwards to his recently died silver hair. "yuyu, is this right?" you asked whispering, a hint of concern lingering on both your voice and face.
he pulled away from your neck and looked up at you, his sweet eyes locked on yours, as if you were the world to him. "why would it be wrong?" he moved his hands from your thighs to your knees. "if you want to stop, i'll stop." he looked at you, really looked at you. he looked for any sign of discomfort, and only found your typical expression of insecurity. he smiled softly and sighed. one of his hands went to cup your cheek.
"i- i don't know. it just... feels a bit weird..." you looked away.
"what feels weird?" he caressed your cheek with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours.
"wanting you so bad..." you confessed after a few seconds of silence. "is it okay to crave my bestfriend this bad?" he scoffed.
"it is completely fine. i crave you as if i was starving, baby." he kissed your cheek. "there's no need to feel so much pressure." he smiled at you, pretending to be just chill. well, the reality is that he was starting to sweat. hearing you say you wanted him so bad was definitely not a casual thing.
"okay then.." you, still hesitantly, nodded.
"i've got you, yeah?" he reassures you with that sweet smile of his. and then there's no insecurity left. he dives to your lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and for his tongue to successfully reach yours. his breath felt like a thick fog against your skin.
scared that this all might be a fantasy, you open your eyes, only to find his already open with a burning hot gaze. he smirked and did not pull away, instead, decided to grip your ass with both hands and push you against him. something inside you was bombing. the passion. the desire.
greatly stimulated by his hands and mouth, you moaned softly against him. your hips moved on their own, grinding down onto his lap. he pulled away from the kiss with a loud sigh, throwing his head back as your motions transmitted him nothing but pure pleasure and bliss.
"feels good?" you dare to ask, watching him just enjoy your movements with heavy breathing. it just triggered your need to please him — to be nothing but a source of pleasure and relief for him.
"fuck- so good." a smile formed on one side of his mouth. "so nice to have you grind on me like this." he whispered out, consumed by your movements. "makes me wanna let you fuck yourself on me." he finally straightens his neck, his intense eyes meeting yours.
you lean down to kiss him again. desperate mouthes meeting, forming a kiss full of teeth and groans.
with sudden urge, yunho lifts you by your waist and lies you down on his couch. supporting himself with one hand on one side of your head, his other hand stays on your waist as he devours your mouth once again.
"fuck, you're addictive, honey." he whispered each word in between open mouthed kisses that slowly went south, leaving a light trace of love from your lips to your jaw, neck, and now chest. his hand on your waist shifted to your stomach, sliding from under your shirt to touch your skin directly. his touch made you shiver and let out a small, weak sigh.
with a rare feel of knowledge of your body, he lifted your shirt and took his time kissing your stomach. you squirmed, feeling his wet lips on your soft, sensitive skin.
his both hands easily unbuckled your pants, and he lifted your hips to slide them down. with that desperate, sly mouth of his, you were already fearing what you knew was coming soon. really soon.
his lips never stopped working, not even when he carefully got rid of your panties by sliding them down your legs.
he looked up to you, kisses stopping for a second. you gasped a bit from the loss of constant stimulation. he chuckled.
"seems like someone else can't get enough either." he said, so casually, so calmly, while you arched your back at the feeling of his thumb pressing hard on your clit. he smirked down at you seeing you so.. easily broken. his thumb drew circles, fast and slow, light and rough — his touch was everything and nothing at the same time.
"yuyu," you whined, brows frowning. "please..." you begged, to his surprise, faster than he had expected.
"oh?" he smiled, happy to get what he wanted so damn easy. "good, good, already begging for me when we're just getting started." he leaned to your lips to kiss you softly. his kiss was too innocent, way too innocent to match his two fingers that slided to your pussy. you hummed contently in his mouth, your thighs threatening to close against hips. he pulled away and smiled down to you.
he smirked as he lowered himself, just for his face to be between your thighs. "behave. got it?" his intense gaze, his deep voice, it made you tremble. "i want you spread and good for me." he said after gripping your thighs and pulling them apart. "and," he added, "get those little moans out, i want to hear you." he said before diving down to your core. your core that was, long ago, seriously needing some attention from that bastard that was making you so, so fucking wet.
his tongue licked your dripping folds, slightly sliding between them. his tongue quickly detected your sensitive bud, and while his fingers thrusted in and out of you, his lips played with your clit.
you were a mess. arching your back, gripping the cushions of the couch, moaning out loud his nickname and giving zero shits about the neighbors hearing. he was insanely good with his mouth and hands.
the slurping sounds were loud, along with his grunts as he ate you out like he was born to have his face between your legs, like he was born to play with your clit with his tongue.
"yu-yuyu. yun. baby- please.." you kept moaning, unable to think straight. all that was in your mind was the unrealistic sensation of his warm mouth, saliva, breath, fingers... "fuck. yun-.. yunho, fuck, yunho, im so damn close, please.." you cried out. and it turned him so on the fact that you couldn't even think of his nickname, only his name. "yunho!" you moaned over and over, until your hand reached for his head, your hips buckled and stuttered, your thighs pressed against his head.. over and over until you were staining his pretty fingers with your juices. until you finally came undone under him.
you stayed with your eyes closed as you panted and all your muscles relaxed after being tense. you sighed when he pulled away, both his face and hand.
he smiled sweetly at you. he got up, and came back with a blanket which he used to cover you. "rest for a while, im going to make something warm for you." you thanked him in your mind as you curled onto the blanket. "and then afterwards you're paying me back for that awesome orgasm i gave you." he chuckles as he caresses your cheek.
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