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Ncity blog Here to act like a freak 19

[hyucxk-127]

My Intro !

Name is Tanya but i prefer Jiji on online platforms

This blog contains 18+ content (mdni)

She / her Bisexual

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06 liner (September 23rd 2006)

My ults and biases!

Nct 127 - Haechan Taeyong Yuta

Nct dream - Haechan Renjun Jisung

Wayv - Xiaojun Ten

Nct wish - Riku Jaehee

&team - Harua Euijoo Yuma Jo

Enhypen - Jake

Txt - ot5

Riize - Anton Sohee

Boynextdoor - Leehan Jaehyun

Illit - Wonhee

Lesserafim - Kazuha

Newjeans - Minji

(Not that much into ggs lately 🙁)

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

Infp

Filipina

I don’t post that often..

Still a beginner writer

I don’t know how to work this app

properly yet LMAO

[hyucxk-127]

Brainrotted pt.2 - &team maki

Maki as ur situationship that needs to get off the internet and touch grass

All people mentioned in this smau are 18+

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Warnings : lots of swearing, i lowkey made yn a little too mean😭, possible degradation kink… some misspelling or gaps in grammar, slightly suggestive

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A/n: girlhood is getting excited over 15 likes on her tumblr post 😭 genuinely I got so much motivation after realizing people actually enjoy my stuff

[hyucxk-127]

Brainrotted pt. 1 - &team Maki

Maki as ur situationship that needs to get off the internet and touch grass

All people mentioned in this smau are 18+

Warnings : probably not accurate 😭,

sugesstive, and some swearing,

(maybe some misspelling too.. 😪)

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Im so sorry if there’s HORRIBLE mischaracterization, im a new luné 😭

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[haepink]

Ⳋ᧙ boyfriend!jisung and his big hands... ˖ ⸝⸝

warnings: mdni — technically no actual smut (mentions of past sexual events however), but very, very suggestive! reader is basically foaming at the mouth and extremely horny for jisung's hands. reader also sucks terribly at video games, and jisung is a little tease in this. mentions of final fantasy crisis core (mostly brief and you do not need prior or deep knowledge and experience with the game to read!)

word count: 936

mimi's note: this idea came to me while i was deep into replaying resident evil village, and i wondered how it would be to have a gamer boyfriend like jisung. also, this is probably not my best work since it's kind of rushed, but i didn't wanna take ages to put out a fic, so... hope you enjoy anyway!

"if i win this fight, you owe me dinner. home cooked with candles and all, not some half-assed takeout shit."

jisung folds his arms over his chest, his biceps flexing faintly as he leans forward on the edge of his bed. his voice slides out smooth, imbued with that quiet confidence and assurance that seems to constantly emanate from him.

"if you wanted me to act like your malewife for one night, all you had to do was ask, you know that, right?"

you shoot him an unamused glare, turning back to the computer screen where the main character, a black-haired man you've since learned is zack fair, stands in silent suspension, waiting for you to engage the difficult boss battle sequence that's begun this stupid little feud between you and your boyfriend.

you finally click forward, and the screen shifts as the battle commences. the calm atmosphere immediately snaps into motion as the music swells into something more frantic, sudden. the enemy, a red-haired powerful foe by the name of genesis, spawns opposite your character.

at first, you're handling yourself rather well. your tongue is grazing the corner of your upper lip as your eyes stay glued to the screen, fingers tapping swiftly across the keyboard, the glow of the monitor reflecting in your eyes. you're launching small, physical attacks onto the enemy. it's dealing damage, sure, but it's taking more of your MP than anything.

jisung sees this and tsks softly. he pushes himself up from the bed and walks over behind you, until he's standing just near enough to his gaming chair you're sitting in to look down at the screen over your shoulder. his warm breath softly hits the stretch of skin between your right shoulder and neck when he speaks.

"why are you using the little baby attacks?" he murmurs, watching you play. "that's not doing shit to him, babe."

you get slightly irritated at his words, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you play.

"just shut up and watch.." you mumble under your breath.

he just laughs at you when he hears that, but obliges anyway. he stands there behind you, observing your gameplay for about another minute. your HP is now more than halfway empty, and little sharp exhales are leaving you more frequently as you grow frustrated.

finally, he seems to have had enough of your atrocious skills and places both hands on the desk near yours, caging you in between the computer and his large frame towering behind you. his voice is barely heard, a whisper in your ear.

"let me help."

you shake your head, still staring at the screen and brushing off his help with a firm insistence that you're handling it just fine. you're not about to let him take over, not when the bet is still on the line. plus, if jisung helps you win this, it doesn't count. and if it doesn't count, then you lose. plain and simple.

he sighs softly at your stubbornness, and before you can fight him off again, he places his (much larger) hands over yours on the keyboard, speaking lowly, right into your ear.

"i'll make you dinner anyway, alright? bet's off, you win. just let me help."

you freeze slightly at that, and then his long, slender fingers start working quickly across the keyboard. the soft clicking of keys and the sounds of the game being the only noise in the room as he takes over, playing with steady precision.

while he plays, he's whispering little tips here and there — remember to shield, don't use up all your MP, attack when he's most vulnerable.

but oh, you're not listening.

while your attention and focus should be on the computer screen where your helpful, caring boyfriend is teaching you how to play properly, your gaze is fixed on his fingers instead. long, skinny, sharp digits that move swift and smoothly across the keys. you swallow hard, feeling that familiar heat pool low in your stomach.

under the desk, you squeeze your thighs together, your brain conjuring up and basking in the obscene reminders of all the intimate moments between you and jisung.

you remember just a few days ago when you had returned from an errand at the grocery store and were still in the middle of organizing the items into the pantry when he bent you over the kitchen counter, lifted up your skirt, and stretched two long, slender fingers into your core while murmuring how much he'd missed you while you were gone.

"so good f'me... been missing this sweet little pussy so, so much... god, baby, just fucking look at you..."

a low, annoyed groan from jisung snaps you out of your thoughts when the enemy uses a high power attack on the character, and his fingers move even quicker.

your thoughts spiral into even more vulgar territory, and you recall all of the instances when jisung had his fingers stuffed inside your cunt. late at night when he wakes up needy, after he gets back from work and needs the feel of your gummy walls around his digits...

"jisung, i—" you start to say. but he doesn't let you finish.

as if he could already tell what indecent things were coursing through you, he lifts one of the hands that were on the keyboard and inserts two of those competent fingers into your mouth, shushing you softly as he continues to play with only one hand, the battle quickly drawing to an end.

"shh, shhh.. let me finish this first. then i'll take care of my sweet girl. i promise."

© haepink

[lupebunny]

Watching the glory rn and Yeo-jeong IS THE STANDARD I'M GOING INSANE OVER HIM AND HIS BIG PUPPY EYES AND HIS YEARNING AND DEVOTION

[leche-flandom]

Contrary to popular belief, the most romantic way to declare your intentions of devoting your life to your partner is not, "Will you marry me?" but is in fact:

"Who do you want me to kill first?"

[letterfromhk]

l.at )) ֗ ۪ ﹡ ֗  ۪　anatomy practice ⠀⠀ ♥︎ ᩙ𓈒 ⠀⠀˖ . ⸰⠀

contains : smut, established relationship, fingering, handjob, penetrative sex, slight muscle worship, soft dom anton, lots of touching + teasing, fluffy aftercare

word count : ~920

note : requested ^_^ ive been very very busy!!! enjoy meow!!!!!!

you’re sprawled across the living room floor surrounded by highlighters, flashcards, and that stupidly thick anatomy textbook that’s been mocking you for three hours straight. the muscles of the upper limb section is kicking your ass tonight; origin, insertion, innervation, action… everything is blurring together and your brain feels like mush.

a soft chuckle comes from the couch behind you.

“still fighting with the deltoid?” anton’s deep voice is gentle, a little amused. he’s been quietly gaming with one ear off so he could keep an eye on you.

you groan dramatically and flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling. “i’m gonna fail this practical if i can’t keep all these stupid attachments straight. why do there have to be so many layers?”

you hear him set the controller down. then the couch creaks, and suddenly anton is on the floor with you, long limbs folding as he sits cross-legged. his oversized black hoodie and sweats make him look extra cuddly, but those sharp cheekbones and sleepy eyes are unfairly pretty even when he’s just trying to be helpful.

“here,” he says simply, tugging the hoodie off in one smooth motion. the thin white t-shirt underneath rides up a little, revealing a sliver of smooth, toned stomach. “use me.”

you blink. “huh?”

“you need to learn the muscles, right? i’ve got muscles.” he gives you that shy little smile that always makes your heart flip. “i’m right here. touch, poke, trace—whatever helps. i’ll be your living model.”

heat rushes to your face instantly. “anton… you don’t have to—”

“i want to.” he scoots closer until his knees brush yours. “c’mon, baby. it’ll be fun. and maybe i’ll learn something too.”

you hesitate for half a second before grabbing your textbook and crawling over to him. he stretches out on his back obediently, arms relaxed at his sides, watching you with those big dark eyes. the t-shirt clings to his chest and shoulders in the best way.

you start safe. shoulder area. your fingers press lightly over the fabric, tracing the curve of his deltoid.

“origin on the clavicle and scapula… insertion on the humerus…” you mutter, more to yourself than him, but anton hums in encouragement anyway. your palm slides down to his bicep and you feel the muscle twitch under your touch when you gently squeeze.

“flex,” you whisper.

he does, slowly curling his arm so the biceps peaks beautifully. you can’t help the tiny gasp that escapes. it’s firmer than you expected, warm skin under thin cotton, the vein along the muscle standing out just a little.

“good?” he asks, voice lower than before.

“yeah… really good.” your fingers drift lower, mapping the brachialis, then the triceps on the back of his arm when he flips it for you. every time you press or stroke, anton’s breathing gets a little deeper.

you move to his chest next. when your hands slide under the hem of his shirt and push it up, he lifts his arms without being asked so you can bunch the fabric under his collarbones. his abs contract slightly as cool air hits his skin. eight subtle lines you’ve kissed a hundred times but never studied quite like this.

“rectus abdominis…” you murmur, fingertips dancing along the ridges. “external obliques… transverse abdominis…”

anton lets out a shaky breath when your nails graze the sensitive skin just above his waistband. “you’re really focused, huh?”

“trying to be,” you admit, cheeks burning. but your hands are lingering now, no longer just clinical. you press your whole palm flat over his pectoralis major, feeling the firm muscle and the way his heart beats faster underneath.

his hand comes up to cover yours, guiding it slowly across his chest. “this one’s pectoralis major. helps with adduction and medial rotation… right?”

you laugh softly. “show-off.”

“i pay attention when my girlfriend talks about school.” he tugs you gently so you’re half-draped over him. “keep going. i like your hands on me.”

the air between you shifts. the textbook is forgotten on the carpet as you straddle one of his thighs for better access, your knees bracketing his hips. you trace the serratus anterior along his ribs, then back up to his trapezius when he sits up a little so you can reach his back and shoulders. every new muscle you name, you reward with a kiss. soft at first, then slower, wetter.

“latissimus dorsi…” you whisper against the wide muscle of his back, lips brushing skin as you push his shirt higher.

anton groans quietly, hands settling on your waist. “baby…”

you can feel him getting hard against your thigh where you’re pressed together. the innocent study session is long gone. you rock your hips experimentally, grinding down on the firm bulge in his sweats, and he hisses through his teeth.

“fuck… keep doing that,” he murmurs, voice husky.

your hands grow bolder. you shove his shirt all the way off and let your mouth follow where your fingers have been kissing, licking, gently biting the defined lines of his abs while your palm slides lower, cupping him through the fabric. he’s so warm, so hard already, twitching under your touch.

“quadriceps…” you tease breathlessly as your fingers trace the long muscles of his thigh, squeezing the thick muscle there before slipping higher, brushing over his inner thigh. anton’s hips buck up involuntarily.

he suddenly flips you both so you’re on your back, his tall frame hovering over you, eyes dark and hungry. “my turn to study,” he whispers, pushing your shirt up and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach.

his long fingers dip under your waistband, sliding your shorts and panties down in one go. when his palm cups between your legs, he groans at how wet you already are.

“soaked just from touching me? cute…” he circles your clit slowly with two fingers, then slips one inside, curling it perfectly while his thumb keeps rubbing. you moan, thighs trembling around his wrist.

“anton—ah—right there…”

he adds a second finger, pumping steadily, his mouth latching onto your neck, sucking a pretty mark while his free hand kneads your breast. every thrust of his fingers makes your back arch, pleasure building fast and hot.

“gonna come for me, baby? wanna feel you on my fingers first…”

you do, clenching around him with a broken whine, hips grinding against his hand as the orgasm washes over you. he keeps moving gently until you’re panting and boneless beneath him.

only then does he pull his fingers out, licking them clean with a shy-but-filthy little smile. “best study method ever.”

you laugh weakly, reaching down to tug at his sweats. “your turn… i still need to practice the hip flexors…”

he helps you push his sweats and boxers down, his cock springing free. long, flushed, and leaking at the tip. you wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly while he groans into your mouth, kissing you deep and messy.

“inside,” you whisper against his lips. “want you.”

anton nods, lining himself up and sinking into you in one smooth thrust. the stretch is perfect, filling you so good you both moan. he stays still for a second, forehead pressed to yours, then starts moving slow, deep rolls of his hips that hit every spot.

“so tight… fuck, you feel amazing,” he pants, one hand braced beside your head while the other grips your thigh, spreading you wider.

you cling to his shoulders, nails digging into the very muscles you were studying earlier as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. when he angles just right and grinds against your clit with every stroke, you cry out, coming again around him.

anton follows right after, burying himself deep with a low groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up.

after, he collapses half on top of you, both of you sweaty and breathing hard. he presses soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your lips. sweet again, like the gentle boyfriend who offered to help in the first place.

“same time tomorrow?” he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling your neck. “i think you still need to review the gluteus maximus…”

you smack his chest weakly, laughing. “shut up, lee anton.”

but you both know you’re definitely doing this again.

[geeniw]

6. marriage

note — i actually just realised how i didn’t post this but here you guys go. i actually struggled while making this, and in the middle of writing i started bawling my eyes out. so enjoy my tears 😶‍🌫️💛

tag — @emislove, @kittydollzz

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[cstark3000]

and then i was shot 127 times….

[rhaeverie]

how about u stfu or something idk

[omlhyck]

MARK LEE LEFT NCT. DO U JS WANT ME TO DIE AT THIS POINT.

[emmzywemmzy]

Say you swear mark just left nct.

[sunnydays2222]

MARK???

[springseasonie]

A Favor (OSO) (M)

Sion x inexperienced fem reader

Part 2.

Summary: you decide to take losing your virginity into your own hands by asking your good friend Sion, but sensing your nervousness, he slightly changes your plans.

Warnings: sexual content, Sion djs ur cooch, fwb/friends tot lovers kinda vibe??? Idk

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: really attracted to Sion atm. Also first wish post yayyyy. actually used @neocharm fic as inspo for this cuz it was toooo tea. Here the link if y'all wanna read it (y'all should def read. It changed my life) sorry if this is bad I haven't written anything in a long time

“So…”

"So?”

You sit on his bed back upright with your hands folded on your lap. The tension is so thick and so is the headache brewing in your skull. Sion's staring at you while resting his body on his hands, his little smile taunting you from your peripheral.

"You don't have to sit so far from me you know,” Sion says, chuckling at your startled reaction.

“O-oh right. Yeah, sorry." You scoot over to him, barely moving an inch on the bed. This is not how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to lose your virginity with your close friend because you're comfortable with him, but something changed the second you walked into his house.

You've never really had a thing for him despite him being a lady's man. Yes he's attractive, but that's never been something that you focused on with him. He's a good friend, never making you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable despite you being a woman. He heard your concerns about being a virgin at 21 and came up with the solution. "Let me take your virginity.” He was so nonchalant about the comment it nearly gave you whiplash, but here you are in his room like it never bothered you.

You may know him well, but nothing is more intimidating than being alone with a hot person. And he knows he's hot, which makes it worse. He knows how to get girls going, how to draw them in and capture them for good. And you're now noticing that he's looking at you how he looks at girls he wants.

" Listen we don't have to if you don't-”

"No no! I want to! I just…" you voice trails off as brows knit, worry beginning to cover your face. “This is new to me. I can't make the first move."

Sion laughs and sighs, eyes staring into your soul as he sits up on the bed. “Just kiss me Y/N. You know how to do that, right?"

You nod slowly. Your response makes him laugh again, which makes you frown in return. Can't he see how hard this is for you? Sure, you asked him, but nonetheless this is the most anxiety inducing decision you've made in your entire life.

"Oh don't get upset. You want me to kiss you first,” he offers. Sion scoots closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He's close, too close maybe. You've never been this close to him before and it makes your heart beat from your chest. This was supposed to be something that has no emotion attached but it's starting to feel like he's more into it than you, or maybe it's the opposite.

" Just follow my lead, okay? There's nothing to be nervous about. It's just me, I'll take good care of you,” he says in a soft voice. Sion takes his other hand, placing it on your chin to lift your face. You close your eyes seeing him lean in, but he doesn't kiss you. Instead, he kisses your cheek. Sion peppers soft kisses on your face, kissing the corner of your mouth before kissing down your jaw. It's really starting to feel personal now. You understand he doesn't want to get straight to the point, but this is beginning to make you a bit dizzy.

You feel him making his way back to your face, kisses trailing up your neck and jaw back to the corner of your mouth. Your hands move on their own along with your body, beginning to tilt closer to him. Fingertips trailing up his arm stopping at his wrist, it lights something in him, something that's far from friendly.

Sion finally kisses you and it's good, too good. His lips move slowly and sensually, the hand that's on your waist pulls your body close, so close you're damn near on top of him. He seems like an expert in this but you didn't expect anything less. The man has a new woman in his bed every week, so it hardly surprises you how smooth it is. But what does surprise you is how gentle and slow he is.

Sion slips a bit of tongue, making you go still. You've never kissed anyone for this long, let alone with this much passion. You aren't sure what to do or how to respond and he can tell. So he doesn't let you think about it too much. he just kisses you deep, teeth nipping at your lip, laughing softly on your mouth when you release a tiny gasp. You can feel yourself melting into his touch.

Sion pulls away, a smirk tugging at his lips watching your eyes flutter open to look at his. “Did you like that," he says.

You're flustered, heart racing and heavy breathing not going unnoticed by the male in front of you. He's so handsome, pretty eyes, pretty lips, and soft hands. You never really noticed these things before but they're more than clear now. Does he kiss everyone like that or just you? No wonder he has so much girl drama.

"Y/N, you gotta talk to me,” he laughs softly, biting his lip after.

"O-oh, uh… yeah, yeah," you say, nodding with wide eyes.

Sion's reaction makes your stomach so backflips. His soft teasing laughter pings in your chest, his intense eye contact making the ping worse. And now your senses are heightened and you notice everything. His hand still on your chin, yours still around his wrist, his other hand rubbing circles into the exposed skin on your waist. This is intimate, a bit too intimate.

"I think you should wait to lose your virginity,” he says, the comment surprising you.

"Wait, why,” you question. “I thought you were okay with it," you say, voice trailing off into a quiet whisper.

“I am, but… you seem a bit flustered for this to be no strings attached," he comments.

You don't say anything, just look away. Sion knows you enough to know that you agree with him, but you just don't want to say it. But he feels it too. He feels the spark, and he actually enjoys it. He can't say he's never looked at you in that way before. You're beautiful, funny, smart, and someone he's actually comfortable with. The only thing he's worried about is if you both were to actually go all the way, would you regret ever asking him.

“We can do something else, only if you're okay with it of course," he says.

Your mind wanders to every possible interaction, face heating at the thought of him touching you in those ways even though you asked him to. You weren't supposed to get shy during this at all. You were supposed to rip your clothes off and let him get at you, but how could you when he looks at you like that. Like he can see your thoughts and read your mind.

"I'm okay with it,” you say quietly. You shut your eyes the moment he leans in, kissing you softly. Sion lays you down, his bed soft as ever. There's something so intentional about the way he slides his hand down your body, fingers pressing into your soft skin all while devouring your lips. You're over stimulated and getting hornier by the second. You've never had these emotions stir from simply making out. Every possible person you've kissed was always bland, boring, detached, but this is a whole new level.

He pulls away from you for a second, a string of saliva keeping your two connected as he pushes your shirt up. You gulp as you watch him expose your chest, bra hugging your breast tight.

“Pretty," he mumbled. Sion kissed down your neck, nipping at the skin teasingly. He kisses lower, his lips fanning softly over the mound of your breast. He was touching you as if you'd break. His fingers twitch, itching to get the clothes off of you, but he doesn't want to scare you. He doesn't want this to feel like a sloppy hookup or likes he's simply using you. But the reality is that you're the one using him, and he likes it.

You don't realize how fast and quick you're breathing till he kisses down your abdomen. The kisses are wet, while his eyes bore into yours not wanting you to forget the image of him getting lower and lower to your hips. There it is, the anxiety that blooms in your stomach whenever you're in impossible situations.

Sion kisses your hip and pauses, watching you gulp as the contact lingers on your skin. “Don't be nervous,” he said almost in a whisper.

He crawled back up your body, his slender frame covering your body casting a shadow over you. He kisses you with a tenderness you hadn't felt from him yet, but you liked it. You liked all of this. It felt real, as if you did this with him all the time, but maybe it's because he knows you so well already he didn't have to think too much.

Sion can't let himself melt into you too much in fear he won't be able to pull himself up. He doesn't really have crushes or relationships. It saves him from having to get close to people he has no intention of getting close with. Sure, he can end up in sticky situations with some girls he sees regularly, but it's nothing he can't handle. Still, no matter how many girls he's dealt with, none of those experiences come close to this one.

None of them make him feel as elated as he feels sinking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties, knowing he's about to be the first person you do this with. You keep up with his rhythm, lips moving at a pace that now feels natural to you. He's kissing you slow and deep like before, tongue deep in your mouth. He can tell you're beginning to feel comfortable the second you take his face in your hands, not wanting to let him go.

Just when he thought you'd shaken your nerves, you stiffen the second you feel him tug at your clothes. Every self conscious thought you had reappeared, stomach erupting in flame once again.

“I-I didn't shave," you blurt out. You half expected an irritated hiss from him, or maybe for him to back out. But Sion laughed, paying your comment no mind as he kissed your neck.

"I don't care about stuff like that Y/N,” he says, beginning to pull your shorts down again. He tugs the fabric, your skin becoming more and more exposed. “Just remember if you're not comfortable we can stop okay?"

You nod, but you can't tear your eyes from the scene below you. Your shorts are now on the floor, panties still on. Sion walks his fingers down your thigh as he kisses your neck, hand inching more and more between your legs.

“Do you touch yourself Y/N,” he asks, lips still on your skin.

"I-I, uh..” you could barely answer, let alone think. His fingers are so close to your clothes pussy it's starting to tear you apart.

"Focus sweetheart. Talk to me.”

"I-Ive tried, but I didn't feel much,” you say. A soft gasp leaves your lips when feel his fingers graze your clit, the sound making him raise his brows.

" I can make you feel something.” His deep voice came out as a breathless whisper, tickling your eardrums as he rubs his finger against your panties softly. Your legs were shutting, the sensation of him touching you there being too bizarre at the moment, but still good. He watches every expression that comes across your face. It's cute how expressive you are when you're alone with someone you like. Sion starts pulling your legs apart, expecting you to shy away, but you don't.

You can't pull your eyes from his hand, every stroke his thumb puts you more and more into a haze of pleasure. Sion kisses your jaw, sucking the skin while he rubs your through the fabric. Your heavy breathing begins to turn to soft moans and whimpers, sounds you were trying to hold in for so long.

“Sion," you moaned breathlessly.

"You're so perfect baby. Just for me,” he mumbles. “Can I touch you some more?"

Without a second thought, you nod. Sion hooks his fingers in your panties, the nerves starting to hit you again the moment he moves them to the side. He dips his fingers in you, collecting your slick on his digit. He rubs you, lip between his teeth while he watches you shiver in pleasure.

Your eyes roll back, brows knit as you allow the feeling to spill through your body. " F-fuck, feels so good,” you moan softly.

"Yeah? Are you gonna cum," he whispers in your ear.

You gulp, nodding at his words. Sion rubs your clit faster, pulling a louder whimper from your body. Soft lips sprinkle wet kisses on your neck, his tongue on your skin making you hotter than before. You can't tell, but he's holding back. Sion knows how greedy he can get, how much of a lover he is. He enjoys pleasing his partners, catering to their needs. It's taking everything in him to not move too fast and fuck you into the mattress, and it's killing him.

"Oh my God Sion,” you moan, throwing your head back. Your hips grind on his hand, searching for a high.

“Do you feel good,” he whispers.

"Words baby, speak to me.”

"It feels so, so good," you whine. “You feel so good."

He feels his stomach turn to knots, your words nearly making him combust right there on top of you. There's something so good about hearing you say that, knowing he's the only person to make you feel this way. His cock is rock hard against the fabric on his body. Nothing but the desire to bring you to your climax takes over this brain.

"Good girl, just like that baby,” he says as you grind your hips on his hand. His lips are stuck on your skin, tongue constantly darting out to taste your soft salty skin. He coats your neck in small hickies making his way to your lips. He kisses you tenderly, tongue down your throat as he rubs you faster. Your body shakes, loud moans pouring into his mouth as you grab the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

“F-fuck," you whimper into his mouth.

Sion feels the way you tense up, the way you grip his hair the instant you cum on his fingers. “That's right, let it out Y/N.” He keeps rubbing your clit, loving the way your body spasms under his touch. His hand is wet along with your thighs, and he loves the mess. He kisses you deep, slowing his fingers down gradually, allowing you to come down from your very first orgasm.

"You did so good,” he mumbles, a smile tugging on his face. “How do you feel, hm?”

You were speechless, brain still mush after the out of body experience you just had. There was a slight buzz between the two of you, a buzz that was more than platonic and you liked it. You lived it in fact. The way he was so gentle with you, so caring, making sure you felt comfortable. This felt like something only boyfriends do and you like that feeling.

"I… I..”

He watched you, eyes never leaving yours as the both of you breathe heavily due to the adrenaline rush of being at each other's mercy. The more you stared at him, the more that intimating feeling began to rush back in. Your face turns hot, eyes fluttering as you look away from him quickly, embarrassment beginning to form.

" I-i feel good,” you say quietly.

"Good? That's it,” he teases. Sion licks his lips, his signature smile beaming in your face as you try and find more words to say.

"I-I mean, uh..”

The man laughs at you, pecking your lips softly. “I'm fucking with you.” He gets quiet, eyes grazing over your body. His hand that was between your legs now rests on your thigh allowing you to close them. You look pretty, face flushed, your skin glowing, lips pretty and plump. He could stare at you forever.

"You know I care about you right,” he says, a small gulp passing down his throat.

“I know," you answer quietly. Sion takes his hand that was just between your legs, grabbing your jaw gently. He kisses you soft, a kiss that feels emotionally charged and not very platonic. What he did to you wasn't platonic either, and he has no intention of keeping it that way.

Sion pulls away, lifting his body away from you. In that instance, you wanted to pull him back. You wanted to kiss him again and again and again until you couldn't anymore, until he took you in his hands again and maybe, just maybe, pulled your panties down and-

“You okay? You look a bit distracted," he said, raising a brow at your distant expression. “Did you hear me?"

“Uh, sorry," you say, body getting hot at the thought of fucking your friend.

"I was asking if you wanted to stay over,” he chuckled. He could tell you were taken back by the expression on your face. You tensed up, eyes darting around the room in an awkward motion.

“Like… tonight?”

He nodded, lip between his teeth. “You don't have to."

You pause, staring at your hands thinking about what staying could mean. Maybe you really will just hang out like friends. Maybe he'll touch you more. Maybe he'd actually take your virginity. “Yeah, I can stay," you say, trying to stay calm about it but on the inside you're freaking out, and so was Sion. He felt like a middle schooler again, when your crush agrees to study with you or walk to class with you. It's a nostalgic feeling.

“Cool! Um…you can wash up if you want. You know where everything is," he says, an awkward chuckle following.

You nod, standing up quickly. You almost forgot that you had no pants on till you saw them on the floor at your feet. Quickly, you picked them up avoiding eye contact with he male besides who's amused by your every move.

“I'll be back," you say, scurrying out the room. Your heart beats faster than you could imagine as you make your way to his bathroom.

“Don't make me wait too long," he says quietly to himself. “I don't think I can wait anymore."

Sion lays back on his bed, staring at his ceiling fan as it turns. His head is jumbled with many conflicting emotions and concepts, he doesn't know which one to choose. So his plan is to let them choose him.

And, God, he hopes he can pick well, because if not, he would hate to lose you as a friend or even as something more.

[springseasonie]

A favor Pt. 2 (OSO) (M)

Inexperienced fem reader x Sion

Part 1.

Summary: What you thought could turn back into a normal night with Sion turns out checking another first off your list.

Warning: sexual content, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, friends to lovers, Sion is def a service dom, nexflix and chill literally

Word count: 3,8k

A/N: really glad yalling liked the first one. Hopefully I don't disappoint with this. There might be a third part if y'all are really fucking with it 🫶🏾🫶🏾

Knees hugged to your chest, you stare at the TV on his couch too scared to even look in his direction. Something in you is still uncomfortable, holding you back after already letting him kiss and feel you and you don't know what it is. Maybe it's because you're starting to feel embarrassed for practically begging him. Maybe it's the way he became so quiet after touching you, allowing you to spiral all within the past 3 hours in his house.

Now you're watching a movie after he made you food. It was awkward for you to sit there and eat like normal in his house after you did what you did, especially with him staring at you.

Sion sits next to you on the couch, legs spread as he props his head on his arm that rests on the arm of the couch. He stares at the screen, barely paying attention to the film. He notices how you immediately distanced yourself, but that draws him in more. He can't help that he's attracted to you, but he can control it, not for long though.

Sion turns his head looking at you for a moment. All he can think about is getting on top of you and showing you a real good time. He wants to show you and teach you things about yourself that only he can bring out of you. It was a miracle you actually took him up on his offer, because otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

“Y/N," he says.

His voice startles you, taking you out the screen. You look over, his eyes staring into your soul. It's the same look he gave you moments prior, like he was ready to eat you, but he sat there still waiting for you to respond.

"Hm,” you answer, unconsciously gulping.

" Are you really enjoying this movie,” he questions, a smirk appearing on his face.

You could sense his energy beginning to shift, the safety you felt in one corner of his couch beginning to slip away. "Y-yeah, it's pretty alright,” you say. You're tugging at the fabric of the sweats he let you borrow for the night. To you it's just a nervous fidget, but he can't stop looking at your fingers, wondering how it would feel if you tugged his hair nice and hard, or how pretty they would look around his hard cock.

He keeps staring at you, and you're doing everything in your power to not look his way, but he's so magnetic. You turn your head slightly only to be met with the strongest eye contact you've ever received in your life. Making the mistake of trailing your eyes a bit further, you see he's half hard in his sweats. The sight makes your hairs stand up, feeling like a baby giraffe that accidentally wandered into the lion's den.

Quickly you look away from him, not seeing the man next to you begin to grin. Your eyes are glued to the LED screen in front of you and that's when the TV starts showing a scene neither one of you should be seeing. The man and woman on the scene begin kissing each other. Fingers roaming, hands grabbing, the passion flowing in the movie is starting to reach you. You watch as the male actor starts to trail his hands between the female actor's legs, lips attached to her neck. You can't help but wonder how that would feel. How would it feel if Sion had you on his counter, kissing your neck, hands in your pants fingering you like no tomorrow?

Sion notices how glued your attention is to the screen. The grip on your pants is beginning to loosen the more you watch. He can see how big your pupils get when the woman on the screen begins to moan. You watched them carefully, following the man's movements as he pulled her off the counter, falling to his knees directly after and tugging her pants down. Sion can't seem to rip his attention from how wide eyed and curious you look. He can tell you like what you see, how you wonder how good it would feel.

“You wanna try," he says, staring at you with heavy lids.

His voice startles you, making you jump. Your head whips to him, eyes wide as you start to realize he's been watching you the whole time. “W-what? No!"

“You look like you wanna try," he says softly. “Do you?"

Your hands start to fidget with your pants again, the anxiety starting to set in. You do want to try. You want to try really bad, but every excuse you made hours prior is starting to rush into your head again. It shouldn't matter because he already touched you, but his head between your legs is different than just his hands.

You didn't speak, just nodded. You expected him to get up and pull you like the man in the movie, but he stays seated still staring at you.

"What made you curious,” he asked.

Your eyes trail to his lap again, his cock fully hard under his sweats open for you to see. You gulp, looking back at him without answering his question. Sion chuckles softly at your alarmed look, finding amusement in your withdrawn disposition.

"Don't laugh at me,” you say, voice quiet.

"I'm not laughing at you. I just want to know,” he says, trying to reassure you.

"I just… it's one of those things in the books that people say is so good… I'm just curious that's all,” you say, turning your face from him. "My other friends say most guys are bad at it, so I don't know…”

"Well they haven't been with me,” he says, voice dripping with cockiness.

You turn to him, completely tuning out whatever is happening on the TV. You're doe eyed, practically begging him to come to you, and he does. Sion scoots closer to you, his black tank top riding up his waist as he moves. He's close to your face, staring at your lips, but he doesn't move, he just sits there teasing you with the proximity. He loves watching you squirm, making you unbearably uncomfortable, but something is different now. You're not looking at him like you want him back at the end of the couch. You're looking at him like you want him to kiss you in the best way possible, and who is he to deny that silent request?

Sion cups your face, other hand sneaking behind you onto your waist. He locks his lips with yours just as slow as he did the first time earlier that night. The soft kisses soon turned to open mouths, hot kisses with the man in front of you unable to control himself. He doesn't waste time with you, immediately sticking his tongue in your mouth, but you don't shy away like you did last time. Instead, the energy is reciprocated with you biting his lip softly.

You find yourself opening up to him, legs dropping as you turn your body to face him more. The hand that's on your lower back sneaks to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his hands. Your lips are still attached to his, hands on his chest grabbing at his shirt. Sion gradually ends up on top of you, knee between your legs nudging against your sensitive heat. He kisses your neck, the feeling making your brows knit.

His hands naturally pull up your shirt, groping you roughly. It was out of your comfort zone, so you jumped when he touched you. Sion almost forgot that you've never done this before, he just wants you. “I'm sorry, I got too excited.”

you nodded, attention immediately being averted as you watched him pull off his shirt. The flame in your belly grew bigger. You've seen him with his shirt off countless times, but in this lighting, the movie playing in the background, with him on top of you, was very different. His expression was full of desire and lust, it almost scared you,, but your desire for him was scarier. You don't think you'll be able to control yourself in the future if you go further with him, but you want to go further. you want to lose control.

Sion lifts himself off your body, gazing at you with faded eyes. With a lip between his lips he gets off the couch, instantly kneeling in front of you. He grabs you, turning you to face him. You gulp, not knowing how to respond to the man handling. Your heart is beating out of your chest, this visual of him on his knees in front of you sending you into a spiral. As embarrassing as it is, you've thought about this before, imagining him between your legs on a bed or maybe against a wall as he's balancing you with his big strong hands. It was never intentional, maybe just an intrusive thought you've had once or twice. But you've never thought of this before, Sion on knees for you, looking up at you with those big brown eyes, giving you a look that could kill.

“I have a confession,” he says, a deep voice breaking to silence between you both. His hands gently grab onto your legs, rubbing them up to your thighs. He gently squeezes them, pressing his thumb into your flesh a bit more.

“What,” you say in a quiet voice.

“Ive always been into you.” Sion’s hands move to the waist of the sweats. He dips his fingers into the clothes, watching as you lift your hips. He likes the boldness in your movements, the girl who was unsure minutes ago now knows what she wants, and he finds it sexy. Sion loves how shy you are, but there's nothing more sexy than watching you do something with confidence. “I’m so attracted to you, you have no idea.” he pulls the sweats off of you, your panties following in one motion.

You're frozen in place, his lack of hesitance continuing to surprise you even though you shouldn't be. He's staying at the spot between your legs, the emotion on his face making you want to crawl into a hole, but you want to crawl into him too. Sion doesn't automatically devour you like they do in the books and movies. He's slow and intentional with his approach, taking one of your legs and kissing down the limb slow. he maintains eye contact, never pulling his attention from you for anything. He loves your eyes, the way you're so unintentionally doe eyed as you watch him, making him smirk as he places your leg on his shoulder.

“You're so pretty Y/N,” he whispers between your legs, face close to your soaked pussy. Sion knows how to get a girl ticking, and one of his ways to do so is by kissing her inner thigh, sucking on the skin, like he's doing at this very moment. You can barely think straight, stomach in knots and head jumbled with incoherent thoughts. “Say it.”

“S-say what?”

“Say that you're pretty baby,” he repeats.

“I-I..” You try to speak but your mouth waters when you feel him leave a wet kiss on your opposite thigh, hands squeezing your leg soft. “I'm pretty..”

“Good girl,” he whispers into your leg.

“Sion?"

"Hm?” His tone is velvety, raspy just how you like it.

“My friends tell me not every guy does this," you say, unable to look away from him. “Do you.. do this with every girl you're with?" Your hesitance makes his heart ache. You're too cute for your own good, it turns him on so much.

"Only girls that I like,” he answers softly, clicking his tongue. Sion decides he's had enough teasing you as kisses your clit softly. Your body jolts in response due to the unfamiliar feeling. He places another kiss on the sensitive area, tongue licking your heat. Your body shivers, brows scrunching as you process the sensation between your legs. Sion's eye contact remains strong as he licks your pussy, the muscle thick and warm against you. He starts to flick his tongue on your clit, giving you the most eye rolling stimulation you've received in your life. A soft moan escapes your lips followed by the slight curl of your toes not going unnoticed by the man below you. He continues moving his tongue against you, hands gripping your legs tight. Sion wraps his lips around the bud, sucking it softly. You're whimpering and squirming in the seat just how he likes.

“You like it?” Sion swirls his tongue around the bud, the visual lighting another spark in you.

“Mhm,” you moan. “I like it so, so much."

He doesn't slow down, tongue licking you all over just to taste you. You're tugging on the fabric of his couch, nails sinking in. He watches you trying to find something to pull, to tug.

"You can touch me baby,” he says. His face is wet, glistening in the low light of the living room. "Pull my hair."

And so you did without being told twice. Sion got right back to eating you out with your fingers tangled in his locks. Your nails scratched him just right, every tug making him feel like he was doing something right. Your nails scratched his scalp in the most perfect way possible, with every lick and suck you tugged, making him harder and harder under his pants. He could feel himself pulsing, precum leaking so good his boxers were wet.

Your face is twisted in pleasure, eyes closed and head tossed back as he keeps his rhythm. That's when you feel him speed up a bit, your head falls back down, eyes looking at him with your jaw dropped.

“S-sion, I'm gonna cum," you whimper. He keeps licking you, nose bumping your sensitive clit with every movement of his pretty head.

“Not yet baby," he says, removing himself from your cunt. “Want you to cum on my fingers."

Sion pulls a hand off your body, two fingers instantly ending up between your legs. You look at his calloused hands instantly feeling yourself get even more turned on by him. Sion sticks his tongue out, letting the spit drip on your entrance, making the messy scene a bit more messy. He takes his fingers gently rubbing the area.

"Can you take two,” he asked, voice raspy.

"I-i don't know," you say. Your mind is jumbled, pleasure still running through your veins as he tries to speak to you in a way that makes sense, but nothing is making sense, not when he's about to make you cum hard. “Just touch me, please."

Sion sticks those two same fingers in his mouth, coating them in his saliva before putting them back between your legs. He can feel your foot arch and toes curl as he presses those fingers against your pussy, pushing them in slowly allowing you to stretch around the two digits. Your body tenses, eyes screwing shut when you feel the unfamiliar pressure. It doesn't hurt, but it does feel a bit uncomfortable.

"You're so cute,” he mumbles. "Wanna see you on my dick just like this. You want that?" Sion pumps his fingers in your agonizing slow, pulling moans and whimpers out your body.

“Yes, yes. Fuck," you whine.

Your face was twisted in pleasure, lip between your teeth, pupils blown wide. Your body was on fire, the sheer feeling of his fingers being almost too much for you, but Sion won't let the fun end too fast. He attaches his mouth to your clit, tongue flicking it so fast you couldn't keep your moans down. He's enjoying watching you get off so much, he needs to feel something. Sion starts to grind on the couch, the friction clouding his head even more.

The filthy sounds falling out your mouth, the sucking and slurping sounds coming from below you, you like it all too much. You like the way he looks up at you when you tug his hair a bit too hard, the way he talks to you, makes sure you're liking what he's doing. His free hand reaches up to your thigh, traveling to your ass just to squeeze.

“Fuck, keep moving. Just like that princess," he groans, watching you grind on his fingers. You didn't even know you were moving, all you knew was that you were close and wanted to cum soon.

"Sion, I'm gonna cum,” you whimper, throwing your head back on the couch.

“Yeah? You're gonna cum on my fingers?" He pounds his fingers in you faster, still grinding on the couch. His boxers are all sticky from the amount of precum dripping into them. “I know you can do it. Keep going, baby. Cum in my mouth."

You feel your body starting to tense the second Sion wraps his plump lips on your clit, sucking it so hard you eyes roll back. That's when you feel your legs begin to tremble, toes curling almost instantly. You feel yourself release around his fingers, walls fluttering around the thick long digits. You try to catch your breath when he slows down, but his lips don't leave your body.

“S-sion I can't take it," your moan, hand still gripping his hair. He stares at you with no intention of coming back up. His tongue keeps moving, face wet covered in your arousal. You nearly cry when you feel him begin to pump his fingers in you once again, the overstimulation making your heartbeat soar.

"I can't help myself,” he mumbles, words muffled against your skin. "So pretty baby. Taste so good...” His tongue laps up any bit of cum that's still left, his groans traveling through your body like an electric shock. He finds himself burying his face between your legs, drinking up everything you have to give him in an instant. His nose keeps nudging your poor sensitive clit, the constant stimulation making you tremble and cry out his name over and over.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming Sion,” you whimper. "Oh my God, fuck..”

Sion finger fucked you through your third orgasm of the day, your loud moans sounding like music to his ears. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, finally pulling away from your soaked pussy giving the spot between your legs a soft kiss. Sitting up, he can finally see you properly. You're beautiful like this. Sweaty, messy, eyes dropping, completely dazed. He could never imagine you looking so fucked out, but here you are, the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

While he's admiring you, you can hardly form a coherent thought. Your body is trying to recover from the most intense sexual encounter you've had in your life but you don't think it will. You can hardly move, the keg that's still on his shoulder refused to move by itself. You can barely feel your hands, not even knowing that he pulls your fingers from your hair.

“You did so good pretty," he whispers, kissing your leg softly. Sion pulls your leg off his shoulder gently, crawling back into the couch with you.

This is when you're reminded of the predicament you got yourself into. You can feel the cold air hitting your insides, jolting you right back to reality. Slowly you begin to close your legs, eyes darting around the room looking for your missing pants. That's when you catch wind of the TV. Are you still there?

“Holy fuck," you mumble, letting your head fall back, facing the ceiling. “That was.."

“Fun? Good?"

You look over to Sion who's practically beaming at you. His eyes are sparkly, a sense of euphoria has washed over him in a way you can't explain.

"How was I,” he asked, leaning into you more. His face is still moist from eating you out, the visual turning you on again.

"You were…” you pause, starting to feel slightly embarrassed for being the one to praise him. "It was good."

He chuckles softly, kissing you deep enough to taste yourself on your tongue. “You did so good," he says on your lips. Sion snakes a hand on your naked waist, pulling your body to him. He smirks when you kiss him, hands pressed against his naked chest.

Everything felt comfortable and normal between you both, but definitely not platonic anymore. The compliments, praises, even the way he gave himself to you was romantic, or maybe it was because you're mistaking physical intimacy with love. Regardless, you can tell things aren't going to go back to normal like you hoped.

"You sound unsure,” he laughs. "I hope I was good. I am the first person to give you head after all.” He wraps his other arm around you, hands sliding down your back to your bare ass.

That's when you zoned back in, realizing how naked you were in his presence once again. You would think after basically being bare in front of him, you wouldn't feel the need to cover up, but it's still there. You shuffle a bit in his arms feeling the need to quickly hide or cover up.

“I forgot I'm practically naked," you say, peeling his arms off you to get up and put your clothes on, but he stops you. Sion hugs you so tight, you start to feel the hard on resting in his shorts.

" Let's take a shower together,” he says in your ear. The visual of him wet and soapy popped in your mind. His hair wet, lips dripping as he watches you on your knees thanking him with his dick in your mouth. Your body heats up from your vivid imagination, avoiding eye contact with him as you let the thoughts run wild. Sion can tell you've drifted elsewhere, his laugh bringing you back to the moment.

“Were you actually thinking about it," he chuckles. “I'm joking baby. You won't be able to handle it."

" Shut up,” you grumble. You push him off of you playfully, taking his arms from around you. Standing up, you feel the air hit between your legs making you shutter. Your eyes glance at the space between your clothes and his, heat rising to your face coming to terms with what happened moments ago.

He watches you pick your clothes up and run to his bathroom without another word. "Don't take too long, I'll miss you,” he called out.

You couldn't help but unintentionally gasp at his words once you closed his bathroom door. Once you look into the mirror nothing could've prepared you for your appearance. Your hair was a mess, eyes red, completely drained. This is the worst you've looked, yet Sion had always seen your worst. He's even seen parts of you that you're too weary showing people you've been romantically involved with, and that's what's scary about all this.

You can't like him. You can't want something with him just because you were intimate. He doesn't like people. He doesn't date people. Sion is just a guy who happened to do you a favor, so why do you want him?

And why do you want him now of all times? Would it be smart to tell him how you feel? Probably not, but you made it this far so what do you have to lose?

[smileysuh]

neon lover

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. You smirk up at Johnny, leaning forward so you’re in control of the closeness of your lips. “I might be a flag girl who everyone drools over, I might be your fuck buddy, but if you want me as a girlfriend, you’re going to have to do better than this.” With a quick kiss to the underside of his jaw, you pull away abruptly, and the tall man releases a groan. Giggling, you turn to head toward your car, ducking under the arm that had previously boxed you in against the van. “Call me when you’re ready to be a man about this.” 

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, oral, pussy eating, slight munch Johnny, fingering, multiple reader orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise, face riding, grinding, big dick johnny, finger sucking, body/breast worship, slight overstimulation, mentions of toys/masturbation, mutual orgasm, creampie, mentions of police and activities that are against the law such as street racing, etc… I pet names: (hers) Doll Face.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.6k 

🍭 aus. Non idol au, street racer!Johnny, flag girl!reader, fuck buddies to lovers, etc…

☀️ mlist + an.  Spin off to Racer, a Jaehyun fic from Aug 2023. I’ve been wanting to give certain characters from previous stories their own little spin offs, and this one felt like a fun idea for this month :) 

The smell of burnt rubber, cigarettes and kegs of alcohol will never get old. It’s an acquired taste, but one you’ve come to love since you were a little girl coming to street races with your cousins. There’s nothing in the world like the night spent mingling with other speed enthusiasts amongst abandoned iron industrial buildings, music blasting through speakers while the more primal side of humanity comes out to play.

Yuta, a mechanic, is showing off his most recent stunt motorcycle, and he’s already burned through two back tires doing burnouts, driving the crowd wild while they wait for the race to start.

Taeyong and Doyoung are here with their signature pink and red neon-decked-out cars, so you’re really only waiting on Jaehyun and Johnny, who are routinely fashionably late. But as your mind drifts to the tall racer that announcer Mark Lee fondly refers to as Mr. John J Suh, you hear the familiar roar of engines.

The crowd parts for the two purple cars, and racing royalty exits their vehicles. Johnny has his right-hand guy, Donghyuck, with him, and Jaehyun is sporting his girlfriend, Lil Suh - Johnny’s half-sister - on his arm. It had been quite the shock the day you found out those two were dating.

“Yo yo yo!” Mark’s voice booms through the speakers. “Looks like the kings of racing, our purple daredevils, finally graced us with their presence! No time for chit-chatting, fellas, get to the starting line and let’s get this show on the road!”

You shake your head at Mark’s impatience, but you follow your usual routine all the same. Lil Suh and Donghyuck head to the starting line to join Mark on the flatbed of the truck that usually speeds ahead of the racers, and you take your position a few meters from the starting line, looking at the cars that move to join Taeyong and Doyoung.

The soft flag in your hand is smooth to the touch, and you toy with it while staring down the drivers, focusing all of your attention on them even though you can feel the eyes of a hundred people. 

Being a flag girl is one of the most exhilarating things in your life. It’s fueled you with an unshakable confidence, and your skin tingles with eclectic pleasure as you swivel your hips tauntingly, firing up whistles from the crowd.

Your gaze shifts to Johnny, who revs his engine, spurring you on even more. 

The two of you have been hooking up for over a month. It had started with a chance run-in at a nightclub, where he’d confessed he’d always been intrigued by you. One kiss, the most heated, lust-fueled kiss of your life, had led to fucking in the club bathroom, and the two of you have continued with secret, raunchy, no strings attached rendezvous ever since. 

You can feel Johnny eating you up with his eyes, and it prompts you to be even more over the top with your movements. In the periphery of your mind, you can hear Mark saying his usual introductions for all four racers.

“Now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” Mark screams. “Be fast. Be furious. Be safe… ish! And for the love of God, don’t fucking lose! Start your engines, watch for the flag, and let’s fucking race!”

You lift your silk scarf high in the air, and the crowd roars, engines turning over excitedly. Then you swivel your hips in a steady beat while the onlookers shout, “Three! Two! One!” You quickly bring the flag down, crouching against the pavement as the race starts.

Cars zip past you, your heart racing in your chest, hair lifting from the air displacement as all four vehicles speed away, already vying for position.

You straighten again as the crowd rushes after the cars that are already over a hundred metres away, but even with the distance, the roar of their engines is loud. And then, there's another sound, one that makes your heart tighten with fear immediately.

Police sirens. 

This is the last place you’d expected to be this morning, at the jailhouse picking up your part-time fuck buddy. When Johnny had called and asked you to come grab him, you’d been shocked that he’d used his one call to contact you and not someone else, but you knew it hadn’t been the time to ask questions.

So as the two of you get into your car outside the police station, you finally turn to Johnny, one eyebrow quirked as a silent inquiry.

“Okay, I guess I have some explaining to do,” Johnny laughs.

“You think?”

“Listen, I couldn’t let anyone else get in trouble for this, so I slowed down and let the others get away, then I took the cops on a wild goose chase. I was able to outrun them. I ditched the car, wiped the steering wheel, that sort of thing. They picked me up while I was walking on the street. The police suspect I was the driver, but they can’t prove with hard evidence that I was the one behind the wheel, so they had to let me go.”

“Isn’t it possible your DNA might be in the car?”

“I mean, even if they find a few hairs, that only puts me in the car, not as the driver. For all they know, I’m just a passenger. They can’t prove anything beyond a reasonable doubt, and you know how the DAs are, they don’t pick up any cases unless they’re sure they will win.”

“Okay, so…”

Johnny sighs. “So the car is gone. I’m not getting it back. But that just means I can work on a new one.”

You’re shocked at his positivity, and as you begin to drive, Johnny begins to talk about possible makes and models. He’s been meaning to change his signature colour for a while. Purple was always his aesthetic, but then Jaehyun had picked up purple and began dating Johnny’s little sister, so now Johnny’s considering purple and red.

“Won’t Doyoung be pissed you’re taking red? That’s always been his colour,” you scoff. 

“Doyoung is pissed about everything.”

“I guess that’s true.” You let out a sigh and then laugh, shaking your head. 

Johnny is awfully chatty today, and you pull up a block away from his mom's house, knowing his family is probably worried sick. Johnny never told you where to take him, but your heart had just known, and he lets out a breath as the car comes to a stop.

“You’re probably wondering why I called you and not someone else,” he muses.

“It’s been on my mind,” you admit.

“Well… I don’t know, I have your number memorized for starters-”

“You have my number memorized but not your mom, sister, or Hyuck’s?” you laugh.

“It’s kind of lame when you say it like that,” Johnny laughs. “I don’t know, there wasn’t anyone else I wanted to see when they released me.”

He leans forward, reaching up to cup your face- but you push his hand away, releasing a loud scoff and turning your head to face forward. “Your charms aren’t going to work that easily on me, Suh.”

Another chuckle escapes the racer, and he relaxes back in his seat. “You were worried about me, huh? Mad that I put you through this?”

“Just get out of my car and explain this to your family,” you tell him, but there’s a small smile on your lips that you can’t hide. 

“See you later, Doll Face.” Johnny presses a kiss to your cheek before you can stop him, and you release an aggravated sound as he exits your car, his laugh echoing in your mind. 

It’s been a week since the whole police debacle, and you’ve been keeping your distance from Johnny. You’ve been conflicted about your relationship with him, about the meaning of his calling you while in a bind with the cops instead of anyone else he holds dear in his life. 

But you only have so much willpower to keep yourself away from Johnny, so when he invites you to go to Jungwoo’s garage and see the new car he’s working on, you can’t resist.

You show up dressed to impress. 

Johnny is a very basic man; he likes miniskirts and tight shirts, so the slightly corset-style top paired with your tiny leather skirt makes his jaw drop when you show up to the garage.

“Hi, Doll Face,” Johnny grins, pulling you into a hug that lingers a few seconds too long. You feel the eyes of his friends fixed on you, and while you’re no stranger to Yuta, Hyuck, and Jungwoo oggling your body, it feels different in the light of day.

“So this is the mysterious friend you invited to see your new wheels,” Yuta smirks, rubbing his greased hands on a towel that was clearly once white, but now a gross black and grey colour.

“I didn’t realize you two were close,” Jungwoo pipes in, swivelling slightly on a wheeled mechanic’s stool.

Hyuck says nothing, which is uncharacteristic of him, and you assume that as Johnny’s closest friend, he likely knows about the sneaky rendezvous you’ve had with everyone’s favourite street racer. 

“Come on, Doll Face, let me show you what we’re working with,” Yuta suggests, and the flirty tone of his voice is unmistakable.

With one smirk at Johnny, you move toward Yuta, who immediately starts throwing out mechanical terms and explaining the car to you. 

“Now come look at this,” Yuta says, his hand finding your lower back to guide you toward the front of the car.

“You know what?” Johnny’s voice cuts through whatever Yuta is about to tell you about the engine. “I think I need to talk to Doll Face for a second.”

“What? But we were just getting to the good part,” Yuta frowns.

You can only laugh as Johnny grabs your hand, pulling you away from his friend. He takes you back out toward your car, and you laugh when he drags you behind a van, hiding you from the field of vision of his friends.

“So this is why you invited me,” you shake your head.

“Well, I wanted you to come hang out, but then Yuta decided to try to steal you away from me-”

“Steal me away? I didn’t realize I was your property,” you tease, poking him in the chest.

“Well, I mean…” Johnny boxes you in against the van, his hands on either side of the vehicle by your head. “Maybe we could talk about that?”

“Yeah?” You shake your head again. “Maybe in a more personal setting and not in front of your friends.”

“Are you mad?” he asks.

“I’m not mad.”

“No?” He leans closer, his lips almost touching yours.

You push him away. “I just think you need to be a bit more intentional with how you go about doing this.”

“Intentional, huh?” Johnny lets out a laugh.

You smirk up at Johnny, leaning forward so you’re in control of the closeness of your lips. “I might be a flag girl who everyone drools over, I might be your fuck buddy, but if you want me as a girlfriend, you’re going to have to do better than this.” 

With a quick kiss to the underside of his jaw, you pull away abruptly, and the tall man releases a groan. Giggling, you turn to head toward your car, ducking under the arm that had previously boxed you in against the van. “Call me when you’re ready to be a man about this.” 

You’re a little shocked when there’s a buzz on your intercom, and it’s Johnny’s voice that asks to come up and see you. It’s been a little over twenty-four hours since your ultimatum at the garage, and your heart races as you hit the button to let your part-time lover up to your apartment.

You leave the door unlocked, something you’ve become accustomed to with Johnny, who can be kind of random with his appearances, and a minute later, he’s walking into your home.

He’s clearly trying to be nonchalant, holding a bouquet behind his back with one hand, but the tops of the roses are peaking out behind his broad shoulders, betraying the fact that this is something he’s never done before.

“Hi, Doll Face,” Johnny smiles. He leans in, and for the first time since the whole Police fiasco, you let him press his lips to yours.

Your hands cup his cheeks, and you smile into the kiss, which lingers deliciously before he finally pulls away with a groan.

“I got you something,” he tells you.

“Really? What?” you ask, acting surprised as he pulls the flowers out from behind his back. “Roses!”

“And!” Johnny holds them away from you, “I know many men will give a bouquet and let the woman do the labour of putting it in a vase, so tonight, I will be taking care of all of that. I don’t want you to lift a finger.”

“Oh wow,” you laugh, watching Johnny walk to your cupboard where you keep your rare usage glassware. Usually, you have to get on a stool to reach the top shelf for vases, but Johnny simply grabs one and brings it down.

You take a seat while you watch him get to work, using a cuttingboard and a sharp knife to cut the ends off the roses at an angle. Then he fills the vase with water and the plant food packet provided by the florist. In just a few short minutes, Johnny is gently fluffing out the flowers, perfecting their arrangement, and true to his word, you didn’t even have to lift a finger.

“Someone cooked here,” you muse teasingly, using the internet joke phrase about a man who has been taught to do things for a woman.

“You want honesty?” Johnny chuckles. “I talked to my sister about you, and she gave me a lot of advice. She told me I might as well go home if I showed up with a bouquet and didn’t actually do all of the steps for you.”

“Your sister, huh?” You let out a whistle. “I’m glad you took my assignment seriously.”

“You wanted me to show up for you as a man, so here I am.” Johnny lets out a breath, looking at you. “I know when we first started messing around, we agreed on just being fuck buddies. But… when I was at that police station… when I was looking at possible jail time… the only thing I could think about was you.”

“Oh, really?” You can’t help the smirk that works its way onto your lips, and Johnny releases a laugh. 

“I knew you’d love that.”

“What can I say? Flattery will get you everywhere with me.”

“I don’t think I’ve flattered you enough, if we’re being honest.” Johnny flashes you a soft smile, and you see his shoulders relax as he stares at you. 

He looks at you, looks at the oversized night shirt you’re wearing, and his expression of admiration makes you feel more exposed than you ever have in your skimpy street race outfits.

“I’ve missed you this week,” Johnny admits.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you tell him. “Come here.”

Johnny practically jumps at the opportunity to get closer to you, and you turn in your seat, spreading your thighs so he can stand between them. He towers over you, and you look up at him with stars in your eyes.

“So your family knows you want to date a flag girl?” you tease, hooking your finger in his belt to tug him closer.

“We come from a family that loves racing. My mom is ecstatic, maybe even happier than when my sister started dating Jaehyun.”

“Really?” you laugh.

“Yeah, your job is way less dangerous,” Johnny grins.

“I guess that’s true.” 

He cups your face, and you lean against his warm palm, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation.

“Are you going to keep torturing me?” Johnny asks, stroking your cheek.

“Whatever do you mean by that?” you tease.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” You release his belt, gently stroking down the front of his jeans before taking your hand away.

Johnny groans deeply, throwing his head back. “This is what I mean.”

“I guess I can stop teasing you,” you muse. 

“Thank God.” Johnny reaches down, and you let out a giggly scream as he throws you over his shoulder, immediately carrying you toward your bedroom.

You have a multi-panel neon light set up, and you’d formatted the colours to be red and purple, Johnny’s new colours, which aren’t lost on him as he gently sets you down onto your bed.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” he grins, tearing off his shirt.

“The new aesthetic suits you,” you retort.

“Suits you too.” 

Instead of getting onto the bed with you, Johnny sinks to his knees. He drags you to the edge of the mattress while you giggle, and he quickly tears off your shorts and panties.

Since you and Johnny are fuck buddies, generally, foreplay isn’t really a huge factor in your relationship. You both hook up when you want sex, and penetration is the name of the game- so it’s clear, as he drags your pussy to his mouth, that things have definitely changed.

A squeal escapes you when he sucks your clit into his mouth, and his hands hold your thighs firmly on his shoulders, keeping you from wiggling away.

“Holy fuck,” you gasp, muscles twitching as he sucks you better than any toy ever has. 

Johnny hums against your pussy, clearly enjoying your reactions, and you reach down to thread your fingers through his hair, applying pressure to his head to show that he can work you even harder.

The street racer acquiesces, slurping on you deliciously while your eyes roll back into your head.

“Just like that!” you whimper, core clenching around nothing, back arching slightly, toes curling. “Fuck, that’s so good!”

You’ve blown him a few times, and he’s eaten you out a few times, but he’s never pleasured you with his mouth like this. 

In the back of your mind, you’re a tiny bit frustrated that he’s been holding out on you, but you can’t find it within yourself to bitch him out while he’s sucking on your clit in a way no man ever has before.

You begin to wriggle your hips, trying to fuck his face, and Johnny chuckles against your clit. He adjusts slightly, and suddenly, two fingers plunge into your wet core.

“Oh my god!” you gasp, tightening your grip in his hair and earning a moan from Johnny. The vibrations from the sound on your clit make your thighs shake.

He begins to finger fuck you, fast and determined, arching his digits up toward your G-spot.

Within seconds, you can practically hear your pussy squelching, and he’s unrelenting on your clit, driving you closer and closer to an orgasm.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, and you’re gasping now, your heart racing as the tension builds.

“Johnny, I’m close,” you whimper.

He only groans against your clit again, a sound of affirmation, so you focus on the pleasure beginning to thrum through you like waves.

You can’t help the moans that escape you, filling the room. Soon you’re gasping, and you let out a squeal as your orgasm slams into you.

Your core clamps down on Johnny’s fingers, clit pulsating rapidly as your entire body is washed with pleasure.

Johnny works you through it, not missing a beat, sucking on your clit and making your thighs shake on his shoulders, your muscles screaming from the intensity of your high.

Soon, it becomes too much for you to take, and you tug on his hair, prompting him to pull away from your core.

You can’t even open your eyes, can’t do anything but twitch and moan. You can feel his breath on your pussy, and he slowly pulls his fingers from your core.

“Open your mouth,” he instructs, and you’re too brain dead from your orgasm to question him.

His digits slip past your lips, and you taste yourself on his skin, sucking immediately as he begins to kiss up your body, lifting your shirt as he goes.

Johnny stops on your breasts, taking his time to suck on your nipple, which makes you jolt, moaning lewdly around his fingers.

His free hand massages your other breast, thumb tweaking past your nipple and making you groan even louder.

Once he’s sure you’ve licked his fingers clean, Johnny removes them from your mouth, and he helps you take off your shirt so you’re naked for him.

“Looks like you enjoyed that,” he muses.

All you can do is moan, forcing your eyes open to look up at the beautiful man illuminated with the neon lights. The purples and reds dance against his skin, making him look regal and godlike in the dim.

Johnny presses a kiss to your lips, then he pulls away, standing at the foot of the bed so he can take off his jeans.

You watch, your body tingling with anticipation. It’s been a little over a week since you fucked Johnny, and you’re desperately needing to be filled in the way only Johnny can fill you.

“Can I suck you off?” you ask.

“Not tonight.”

“No?” you whine.

“No. I need to be inside of you, or I think I might combust.”

You giggle as he joins you on the bed, slotting between your legs like he’s meant to be there. Your thighs wrap around him, and you draw his lips to your own, kissing him desperately.

Johnny groans into the kiss, and you wonder if he can still taste your pussy on your tongue. He gently rubs against your core, and you can feel your wetness beginning to coat his cock, showing him how desperately you need him too.

He adjusts slightly, reaching between your bodies so he can push his tip into your wet entrance. 

You both groan as he slowly sinks into you, your inner walls enveloping him inch by inch until he’s pressed firmly against you.

“Fuck,” you moan, throwing your head back and closing your eyes as your body struggles to accommodate his impressive size. 

“Missed everything about you,” Johnny groans, his lips finding your throat. “Missed your sounds, and your touch, and the way your pussy takes me perfectly.”

“Missed you too,” you whimper, threading your fingers through his soft hair.

When it’s clear you’ve relaxed a little, he begins to move, slowly fucking into you, and the sounds he releases make your body tingle with pleasure. Johnny’s never been one to shy away from being vocal, and there’s something so satisfying about making a big, powerful man like Johnny completely unravel in your embrace.

“You feel so good, Doll Face,” Johnny tells you.

“You feel good too,” you whimper. “I tried to use toys this week, but… none of them feel like you.”

He laughs. “I guess not.”

One of his hands reaches up to massage your breast again, and your core tightens around his cock from the stimulation on your nipple.

“Fuck,” you groan.

“So reactive,” Johnny muses. “Maybe sensitivity breaks are a good idea.”

“No, never again,” you argue immediately. “This past week was torture.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought so.” He swallows thickly. “It must have taken a lot of willpower to stay away from me.”

“I was scared,” you admit.

“Of what?”

“Of our relationship growing. This isn’t-” you choke on your words as he angles his hips differently and hits a spot deep inside of you that makes you whimper. “This isn’t what we agreed on at the start.”

“No, but things progressed.”

“They did,” you whisper. “Just never thought I’d date a street racer.”

“No?” Johnny laughs. “It seems like the only option for a flag girl like you.”

“A flag girl like me?” you retort, opening your eyes and glaring at him. 

“I just mean… finding someone with the same passions,” he explains.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Do you have something against street racers?” Johnny teases.

“Only that you have a propensity for getting into trouble.”

“Doll Face, you love trouble.” 

Johnny’s hand finds your thigh, hiking it higher on his hip so he can thrust into you even deeper, and all other words you’d had in your mind simply drift away.

His lips find yours again, and you kiss him desperately, tracing his shoulders and tugging on his hair, burning this experience into your mind.

Each thrust is electric, each kiss is dizzying, and you feel overwhelmed by Johnny in the best possible way.

He adjusts you again without another word, shifting you so both of your legs are over his shoulders now, folding your body while he grips the headboard of your bed, plowing into you and making you practically scream.

“Fuck, Johnny!” you whimper.

“I know you love this,” he grins, muscles on full display in the neon light.

You grip the bed sheets, desperately holding on while he splits you open in the best possible way.

“Rub your clit for me,” Johnny tells you. “Want to feel you cum around my cock.”

You nod, biting your lip as your fingers find your sensitive bud. Your other hand grabs your breast, and Johnny moans at the sight.

You can’t help but close your eyes, releasing a deep moan from the stimulus. Your toes curl as your body is worked closer and closer to another orgasm, and despite the sensitivity of your clit, you push on, determined to follow his request and cum for him.

“Just like that, Doll Face,” Johnny groans. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

His words encourage you to go harder, and you gasp from the feeling of your clit, your core tightening even harder around his cock.

“Want to watch you cum for me again,” Johnny moans, and you can tell that he’s on the edge.

“I’m almost there,” you promise as he fucks you even harder, making you squeal, your body tensing as you reach the edge-

A few more harsh thrusts have you exploding, and gasp loudly, core throbbing around Johnny as your orgasm surges through you.

“Fuck!” Johnny groans, railing into you even harder before he releases a loud moan. You recognize the slight shiver that runs through him, and you feel his cum filling you as you both enjoy the sensations of your highs.

As his orgasm dwindles, he adjusts your legs off of his shoulders, relaxing down against you. He nuzzles your throat, catching his breath while you enjoy the feeling of his weight on you.

You wrap your legs and arms around him, holding him so tight that you can feel the racing of his heart.

“Who would have thought one night in jail would make you realize I’m girlfriend material,” you joke.

“I’ve always known you’re girlfriend material,” he retorts with a laugh. “I just wasn't sure I’m boyfriend material.” 

“Keep bringing me roses and eating me out, and you’ll do just fine.”

Another chuckle escapes him. “Who knew it was that simple?”

You stroke his hair, smiling and kissing his cheek. “I think this will be good for us.”

“I think so too, Doll Face, I think so too.”

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“So here is John, aged fourteen, the most horrible bangs swooping over half his face-” Mama Suh giggles as you pour her more wine. She looks fondly down at the photo album in his lap.  “And he says, ‘Mama, if I can’t be a Kpop star, I want to be a street racer!’”

Johnny groans deeply, rolling his eyes as you and his mother giggle, already almost one bottle of wine deep while picking at charcuterie together in the family backyard and pouring over old photos. “You make it sound so lame,” he says.

“Coming from a fourteen-year-old who had never even been behind a wheel, it sounded quite radical, John,” his mom grins. 

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“Real street racers don’t care about permits, John,” his mom scoffs, waving her hand.

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take it all off - johnny one shot

may or may not be inspired by something he said to doyoung.. he’s such a fucking pervert #needthat

wc: 701 warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! johnny

you come back home from a very fulfilling shopping trip. you definitely spent way too much money, but at least you get to put on a fashion show for your boyfriend

you try on each item and walk into the living room, smiling when johnny showers you with compliments and tells you to spin so he can see the outfits from all angles. one item that really stood out to him was a black mini dress. you paired it with black stockings for a date night outfit. when you walk out into the living room to show him, a smile creeps onto his face; but not a “my girlfriend is so pretty” smile, it was an “i need to fuck her right now” kind of smile

the dress hugged your body in all the right places, and it was almost too short— ending just below your ass

“so?” you ask, waiting for his opinion

“i don’t know if i should keep the stockings on or not”

“take it off,” he finally speaks up

“so i should just wear the dress by itself? kinda basic..” you begin to trail off

he cuts you off mid ramble— “no, take it all off“

the corner of your mouth twitches into a half smile, but you scoff at his joke. he always has something perverted to say

“perv” you jokingly say as you turn to walk away to try on the rest of your new clothes

he follows you into the bedroom and you suddenly feel his hand grab the back of your arm. “i wasn’t joking y’know?” he turns your body to face him and his hands snake down to your waist, following the contour of your body. he towers over you while you look up at him, shocked from the suddenness. you can feel your face start to get hot as the shock leaves you speechless. you knew this would be his favorite outfit, but you weren’t expecting this reaction

his hands roam to your back as he finds the zipper of your dress. he unzips it while kissing your neck, eager to take it off. “you might have to return this one, how am i supposed to hold myself back when you wear this in public? or maybe i’ll just fuck you in public too…” he murmurs between kisses and starts guiding you to walk backwards until you hit the edge of the bed. he pushes you onto the bed and you wrap your legs around his waist, grabbing the back of his hair and arching your back to get closer to him

“yeah? you like when i dress like a whore for you?” you teasingly ask him, feeling yourself get wetter the more you think about how perverted he is and how much you love it

johnny sits back on his knees, looking down at you in only your stockings; lips red from kissing and eyes begging for him to take everything else off. he mercilessly rips your stockings where he needs access and pushes your panties to the side

“fuckin’ soaked for me.. you’re more of a perv than me, hm?”

your legs are thrown over his shoulders as he fucks you, it’s his favorite position. he can hit your deepest spot while watching your face contort with pleasure and pain. he loves watching your tits bounce, hearing to the lewd sounds coming from the two of you, and listening to your moans and whines. his hands move away from your waist and grab your thighs to keep you steady— pounding into you harder

“f-fuck.. gonna cum..” was all he needed to hear to finish. he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you and leak onto your torn stockings

“remind me to wear this dress more often”