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Read Between the Lines - Choi San x Reader (Part 1 of??)
MINORS DNI!!!
Warnings: oral (m receiving). no real warnings, tbh, you just can't keep your eyes or mouth off him while he's sitting there.
San looked perfect without even trying.
He is sitting on the couch, hair falling into his eyes as he flipped a page of his book. One leg stretched out, the other bent just enough to pull his sweatpants tight around his thigh. Completely absorbed and completely unaware of how badly he was affecting you.
You hadn’t meant for anything to happen… really. You were just passing by. Just glancing at him.
But every time his lips moved silently as he read… every time his jaw flexed when he concentrated… every time his fingers tapped the page…
You felt a small, warm feeling unfurling in your stomach.
It built quietly at first, until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.
You walked toward him slowly, pretending to tidy something on the coffee table. His eyes flicked up at you for a moment, just a glance, soft and fond in that way that he had before dropping back to the book.
That tiny look only made your hunger worse.
You hesitated for a heartbeat.
Then you sank to your knees between his legs.
He didn’t notice at first, not really, until he felt your hands slide up his thighs. His fingers stilled on the page. He looked down, blinking once, twice, lips parting slightly in surprise.
“Baby?” he murmured, voice soft. “What are you…”
But you were already tugging gently at the waistband of his sweatpants, looking up at him with nothing but mischief and desire.
He exhaled, a slow, warm breath, his book lowering slightly.
“You look so… delicious just sitting here,” you said softly as you ran your hands up and down his thighs. “So focused, so serious…”
“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, amused, pushing his book aside, giving you his full attention now. “And that makes you want to….?”
Your hands cupped him through the fabric, feeling him already hardening for you.
“It makes me want to,” you breathed. “See how delicious you really are right now.”
San exhaled sharply. He lifted his hips just enough for you to pull his sweats and boxers down, freeing his length, already half-hard, already warm in your hand. His breath caught, his thighs tensing just slightly.
You stroked him slowly first, teasing, watching him grow in your palm. His head tipped back against the couch, a soft groan slipping out.
When you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, his hand immediately fell into your hair.
“God…”
You hollowed your cheeks and took more of him, savouring the weight, the heat, the pulse of him on your tongue. You started slow, long, deep strokes up your throat, then easing back, lips wrapped tightly around the head, teasing the underside.
Every time you looked up at him, his gaze was already on you, his beautiful lips parted, completely undone.
“You’re… too much,” he breathed, brushing your hair back so he could see your face. “Too pretty like this.”
You moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp gasp from his lips.
His thighs trembled.
Your hands explored his hips, his lower stomach, the base of his length as your mouth worked him slowly but greedily, building the tension with every wet glide of your tongue.
He tried to keep watching you, but his eyes kept fluttering shut.
“Fuck… baby wait…too good…”
You didn’t stop.
You kept going, sucking harder, taking him deeper until your nose brushed his lower stomach, your throat tightening around him. He hit the back of your throat, bringing sounds from you that only turned him on even more. His fingers gripped your hair.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” he warned softly, voice shaking. “I won’t last if you keep…”
But you pulled back only long enough to say:
“Then cum, baby. Cum in my mouth.”
His breath faltered. He completely gone, eyes rolling back with sheer ecstasy.
You wrapped your lips around him again, stroking him with one hand while your mouth focused on the tip, tongue circling slowly, deliberately. His thighs trembled harder, his breathing breaking apart into short, desperate sounds.
“Baby, I… holy fuck, you feel…”
He tried to hold back. You could feel the tension in his body, the restraint.
But when you moaned again around him, he lost every ounce of control.
“Baby, I’m… Oh, fuck…”
He came with a deep, broken gasp, hips lifting off the couch as he spilled hot into your mouth, his hand gripping your hair as his whole body trembled. You swallowed everything, licking him softly as he shuddered through the aftershocks.
When you finally sat back on your heels, licking your lips, he stared down at you with a look that was pure hunger.
“Okay,” he stood and pulled you to your feet, grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply. “Now it’s my turn.”
Three's a Crowd - JH + JW x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
Warnings: threesome (ish), unprotected sex (wrap it up, guys), reader is shared, fingering, oral (f receiving). Reader is tipsy but everything is consensual.
The afterparty is smoky and loud, all neon and bass. It isn’t what you’d expected at all. Everyone is a little too close, a little too tipsy, and a little too eager to get lost in the moment.
Wooyoung walks beside you with his hand warm on your back, guiding you through the crowd. He looks breathtaking in his suit, tie loosened, hair messy from performing. He leans down ever so often to murmur something in your ear… but then he gets pulled into a conversation with a producer, and you’re left nursing your drink.
That’s when you see him across the room staring at you. Yunho.
Tall. Sharp jaw. Smirking like he’s up to something.
You look away quickly, trying to focus on anything but those eyes. Yunho has always been a point of contention between you and Wooyoung. He’s never been subtle about finding you attractive, and he flirts blatantly. If we’re being completely honest, you don’t mind, but you really don’t need the drama of coming between two bandmates.
It doesn’t take long before Yunho walks over to you, swirling his whiskey in his hand.
“Did he ditch you already?” he asks, eyes dragging over your dress.
You laugh, focusing on your martini. “He’s busy. I can handle myself.”
“Mm,” he hums, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “Shame. If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
The boldness of his statement steals your breath. He notices, and his smile widens.
“Why don’t we go and talk somewhere quieter,” he says, fingers brushing the small of your back. It’s a soft, light touch. “Just for a minute. He won’t even notice.”
“What do you want to talk about?” you ask, looking up at him.
He chuckles. “I dunno. The weather.” He starts walking away.
You shouldn’t follow him. But you do. You don’t even know why you’re following him, but the drinks have gone to your head and Wooyoung is off somewhere... and what’s the worst that could happen?
He leads you down a hallway toward a quieter lounge room, dimly lit, empty for the moment. The music is muffled here, the air warmer, the closeness suddenly very intimate.
He turns to you.
“You look incredible tonight,” he says, stepping in close. “I’ve been trying not to stare all evening.”
Your pulse jumps. “Don’t lie,” you laugh. “You’ve been staring shamelessly.”
“Fine, I’ve been staring,” Yunho laughs and sips his drink.
You shake your head and look down to the floor, face reddening. “You’re trouble.”
“Only if you want me to be.”
He runs a single finger down your arm, slow, tracing heat into your skin. Then he leans in, close enough for his breath to warm your lips.
And that’s when you hear a voice behind you.
“Yunho, what the fuck?”
You both turn.
It’s Wooyoung.
He shuts the door behind him and stares directly at his bandmate, jaw tight. It’s not anger… what is it? Jealousy? Or something else. He looks at you.
“So this is what happens when I leave you alone for five minutes?”
“I…”
He steps up behind you, body pressing to your back, his hand sliding around your waist like he’s reclaiming you.
“Did he ask you to come with him?” Wooyoung asks against your ear.
“Yes.” you breathe.
“What for?”
You don’t answer. You don’t have to.
Yunho smirks, closing in the last inches of space. “I was just keeping her company,” he says, eyes dropping to your lips.
Wooyoung’s hand tightens on your waist.
“Is that right?” his voice is barely above a whisper. “Because it looked like you were doing a lot more than that.”
The tension is palpable. You’re caught between them, one against your back, one in front of you, two heat sources, two sets of eyes devouring you.
Yunho lifts a hand to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, slow and bold. “She didn’t seem to mind,” he says softly. “Do you mind, baby?”
Wooyoung’s breath hits your neck. “Baby? You’re letting him flirt with you like that right in front of me?”
Your knees go weak.
“Let her flirt.” Yunho’s voice is low and gravelly. “She clearly wants to.”
Wooyoung turns you to face him. “Is that what you want? Tell me what it is that you want. Me or him?”
Your chest is rising and falling rapidly and you look between them. “I… I want…”
Wooyoung swallows, and something shifts behind his eyes, melting into hunger. “Tell me. Do you want Yunho?”
“Y-yes.”
Wooyoung narrows his eyes. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
Wooyoung breaks into a small smile and looks up at his friend. “Fine.”
He sits on the couch first, spreading his legs slightly and patting the space between them.
“Come here,” he says, voice low and warm.
Your heart thunders as you sit between his thighs, your back to his chest. His hands slide up and down your arms; they travel to your waist and pull your thighs up and open.
Yunho stands in front of you, arms crossed, dark eyes roaming your body with open hunger.
“She’s even prettier up close,” he mutters.
Wooyoung hums behind you. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
His hands slip under your dress, fingertips brushing the inside of your thighs. Your breath hitches when he slides them higher until his palm presses over your panties.
When he feels how wet you are, he leans in against your ear. “Is that for me… or him?”
You open your mouth and nothing comes out but a broken whine.
Wooyoung hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them aside, exposing you completely to Yunho’s gaze.
Yunho inhales sharply. “Fuck. Let me see.”
Wooyoung spreads your thighs wider, and slides one finger between your folds, dragging slowly from entrance to clit.
You gasp, gripping his knees.
“Good, right?” Wooyoung asks softly as he circles your clit, teasing, barely touching. “Tell me if it feels good.”
“Y-yes… so good.”
“Good, you found your voice,” he chuckles, and pushes two fingers into you at once. “Let me hear you some more.”
Your back arches, head falling against his shoulder as he curls them deep inside you, finding your sweetest spot immediately. His pace is slow but heavy, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open while Yunho watches every twitch of your body.
Yunho’s jaw is tight, breathing uneven. “She’s perfect,” he mutters.
“Come closer,” Wooyoung says lazily. “Get a better view.”
Yunho kneels between your legs on the floor, face inches from where Wooyoung’s fingers disappear into you. His eyes flick up to yours, dark and hungry.
“You like when I look at you like this?” he asks.
You nod, breath coming in gasps.
Wooyoung speeds up slightly, pushing his fingers deep, knuckles pressing against you with every thrust. You moan, loud and unrestrained, thighs trembling.
Yunho groans under his breath. “Fuck… she’s gonna make me lose it.”
Your orgasm builds fast with Wooyoung’s fingers stroking you deep and Yunho watching every second.
But Wooyoung slows suddenly, pulling his fingers out with a dirty wet sound that makes Yunho curse.
“Not yet,” Wooyoung whispers against your neck. “Yunho hasn’t had his turn.”
He guides you forward gently, and Yunho kneels in front of you, hands sliding up your calves until he grips behind your knees and pushes your legs wide.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Now let me taste.”
When his mouth meets you, you gasp loud.
Yunho eats you like he’s starved. He’s wet, messy, and greedy, tongue deep inside you, lips sucking your clit, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you open exactly how he wants.
You writhe, grabbing Wooyoung’s wrist where it rests by your head.
“Fuck, she’s shaking,” Wooyoung mutters, voice low. “You can touch me, baby,” he adds softly.
Your hand reaches blindly for his crotch and he’s hard already, straining against his pants. He groans as your fingers brush the outline of him.
Yunho moans into you at the same time, sucking harder, licking deeper. The room fills with wet sounds, his mouth devouring you like you’re something sweet.
You come undone fast, your body trembling, your hips jerking toward Yunho’s mouth. Your thighs tense, back arching off Wooyoung’s lap as your orgasm crashes through you, your moans breaking into gasps as Yunho keeps licking, keeps sucking until you’re shaking uncontrollably.
When you collapse back against Wooyoung, Yunho wipes his mouth and looks up at you with hungry eyes.
“You okay?” he smirks.
You can’t speak.
But Wooyoung can. “She’s ready,” he says, voice rough. “Put her on me.”
Yunho helps lift you, guiding you on top of Wooyoung, who is already pulling himself out, thick, heavy, flushed. Wooyoung sits back, chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation.
“Come ride me,” he says softly. “Let me feel you.”
Yunho helps lower you, aligning you carefully before you sink down onto Wooyoung’s length in a slow, deep stretch that rips a moan from your throat and a growl from his chest.
Wooyoung’s head falls back.
“Fuck, baby… you feel amazing…”
Yunho moves behind you, holding your hips, guiding your movements as you start to ride Wooyoung, slow at first, then harder, deeper.
Wooyoung’s eyes flutter shut, jaw clenched as he grips your thighs.
“Don’t stop… fuck, don’t stop…”
Yunho leans close from behind you, whispering in your ear.
He reaches down to free himself, stroking himself slowly as he watches you bounce on his friend. “Let me watch you both fall apart.”
Your body tightens, pleasure building again as Yunho strokes himself to the sight of you and Wooyoung moving together, your moans all mixing together and filling the room.
Wooyoung is close. You can feel it in the way he thrusts up into you, hands dragging you down harder, faster.
“Cum with me,” he moans. “Cum on me… right now… fuck!”
Yunho strokes himself faster, watching your faces, your bodies, your sounds.
You break first, crying out as your orgasm hits violently, tightening around Wooyoung, pulling his climax from him in a deep, guttural moan as he spills inside you, hips jerking uncontrollably.
Yunho comes seconds later with a shudder, hot ropes spilling over his hand as he groans your name.
You collapse forward into Wooyoung’s chest, breathless but satisfied.
Yunho leans in behind you and kisses your shoulder softly.
“Next time,” he promises, “you'll be riding me.”
Meet Me Backstage - Yunho x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
The crowd is screaming, confetti raining, and he is impossibly handsome. His eyes flick across the ocean of people to find you and he gives you that wink.
“I’ll find you after.” is what it means.
When the show ends and everyone spills out of the venue, you slip to the back entrance. The door cracks open, and you’re pulled inside. He shuts the door and pins you against it.
“God…” he murmurs against your jaw, voice low and rough from singing, “I can’t believe I finally have you all to myself.”
His hands skim down your sides, urgent but controlled, like he’s trying not to lose it all at once.
“And you just sat there,” he says, lips brushing your ear, “looking at me like you knew exactly what I’d do to you later.”
You laughed softly. “Maybe I did.”
That earns a quiet groan. His hand slides under your shirt, up your stomach, fingers trembling from adrenaline and want.
“Come here,” he whispers.
He drags you deeper into the dim hallway and into a small staff room. The moment it clicks shut, he kisses you hard, mouth hot and hungry, tongue sliding against yours.
His lets his hands roam and grip your hips, pulling you closer, before one finally dips between your thighs.
“Been waiting to touch you all night,” he mutters, sliding his fingers into your warmth through your clothes. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
You’re already shaking when he slips a hand into your panties, fingertips meeting wet heat.
“Already?” he teases with a slow stroke. “You really were thinking about me during the show.”
“How could I not?” you gasp as his fingers slide inside you.
He watches your face as he fingers you. “Look at you,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers deeper. “Fucking perfect.”
He pumps them harder, curling them into you, and you cling to his shoulders, head lolling like you've lost all control of your faculties.
“That’s it,” he whispers, as he feels your teeth sink into his shoulder.
Your knees buckle, and he catches you easily, fingers working you through it until you’re shaking around him.
But he doesn’t stop.
He drops to his knees so fast your breath catches.
“Please,” he says, looking up at you with those gorgeous eyes. “I need to taste you.”
And then his mouth is on you, hungry, slow, then suddenly greedy. His tongue slides deep, lips sucking, fingers spreading you wider. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging, and he groans into you, completely turned on by your reactions.
“Fuck, Yuhno -” you gasp. “You’re… you’re not giving me a chance to breathe…”
“Mmmm good…” he mumbles against you.
You fall apart again, harder this time, thighs trembling around his head.
He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and blown wide.
You barely register moving before he lifts you effortlessly and sets you on the counter. He steps between your thighs and drags you right to the edge, the cold surface biting into the backs of your thighs while his hands stay hot, one gripping your hip, the other sliding up your spine to pull you closer.
His forehead rests against yours for a single, trembling second.
“I’ve wanted this since the second I saw you in that crowd,” he murmurs, breath ragged. He’s unbuckled his pants and freed himself. “Please, tell me I can…”
“Yes, fuck -“ you answer quickly.
His hand wraps around himself, guiding his tip to your entrance, and the way his breath shakes when he feels your heat makes your whole body tense in anticipation.
“Look at how ready you are for me,” he whispers, rubbing slowly through your slick, teasing you until you’re nearly whimpering. “Do you want me?”
Your answer is barely a sound, just a desperate little nod, your fingers clutching his shoulders.
He pushes in slowly at first, stretching you inch by inch. Your mouth falls open, his does too. Like he’s feeling your pleasure along with his own.
“Shit… holy shit,” he groans into your neck, pulling your hips toward him as he sinks deeper. “Fuck, please…hold onto me.”
When he bottoms out, his grip on your waist tightens like he’s trying not to come apart instantly.
Then he moves.
A slow drag out… and a hard, deep thrust back in, knocking a breathy cry out of you.
He finds his rhythm quickly: deep, controlled strokes that hit the same spot over and over, making your back arch. Each thrust rocks your body on top of the counter, your hands gripping the edge just to keep steady.
But he doesn’t want you steady.
He grabs the back of your knee, hooking your leg over his arm so he can drive even deeper. The room echoes with the wet sound of your bodies meeting, the low rasp of his breath, the way you gasp his name.
Your hands fall from the counter and cling to him instead, nails digging into his shoulders.
“You feel so good,” you whimper against his jaw.
He groans, low and tortured. “That’s because I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
His mouth finds yours and plants hot, messy kisses between breathless thrusts before he breaks away to watch your face as he fucks you.
The pleasure builds embarrassingly fast, your body tightening around him.
He feels it. “Oh, there you go,” he whispers with a broken smile. “You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you? Do it. Let me feel you.”
His thumb slides down to your clit, circling with perfect pressure, and your whole body seizes around him. You cling to him as the orgasm rips through you, shaking, muscles tightening around his length.
Your release drags a loud groan out of him and his rhythm stutters, hips jerking.
“Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna…”
You pull him closer, whispering, “Don’t stop.”
That does it. He buries himself deep once more, grip tightening on your hips as he breaks, hips spasming against you, breath hot against your neck as he groans through his release.
For a long moment, he stays pressed against you, panting, warm, hands still holding your hips. Finally, he lifts his head, kissing you slow and breathless. "Let's get you cleaned up," he says.
Dinner can wait - Choi San x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
Dinner is quiet. The only sounds are soft clinks of utensils and the low hum of the refrigerator. San looks gorgeous tonight, still dressed in the remnants of his award-show look. His jacket is draped carelessly over the back of his chair. His expensive fitted shirt slightly undone at the collar shows the faintest glimpse of his sternum when he leans forward. His hair, styled perfectly hours ago, has fallen into that deliciously messy state he never notices but you love.
You’re trying to eat. He’s trying to pretend he is.
But his eyes give him away.
He’s staring.
Not at the food. Not at the TV. At you.
His eyes move slowly down your neck, your chest, the curve of your hips under the fabric of your dress. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, jaw flexing.
You pause and look at him. “What?” you ask, fighting a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
San leans back in his chair, legs spread wide, his voice low and rough from hours of speeches and performing.
“I’m hungry.”
“Of course you are, you haven’t touched your plate,” you tease.
He shakes his head once. “Not for that.”
Heat pools in your stomach, but you don’t give in so easily. “If you want, I could make you something else.”
He’s already out of his chair and walking towards you. “I already know what I want.”
His fingers hook the edge of the tablecloth and he scatters everything. Plates slide, silverware clatters, bowls topple, food spills across the floor. The whole table shakes from the force.
You gasp. “San, what the -”
He pulls you from your chair, cupping your face and pressing his lips against yours. He’s warm and gentle. You can still smell his cologne, he smells like whiskey and vanilla. His hands roam your body, kisses becoming more urgent with every second. Then he grabs your waist, turns you around, and bends you over the cleared table before you have time to think. Your palms hit the wood and you gasp.
“San, baby what are you doing?” It’s a useless question. You know good and goddamn well what he was doing.
His voice is right behind your ear. “I told you,” he growls, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, pushing your dress up. “I’m starving.”
He hooks his thumbs in your panties and pulls them down, sighing at the sight of you. He hums softly as he spreads you open. Then, he drops to his knees.
His hands grip your ass, thumbs pulling you apart, and the air hits your exposed heat, making you shiver. You hear him exhale, long, shaky and hungry.
“You have no idea,” he whispers, breath warm on your skin, “how long I’ve wanted this tonight.”
Then his mouth is on you.
The way he dives in makes you cry out. His tongue pushes against you, lapping and circling at your entrance. He lets it snake forward to tease your clit and he moans like this is all he’s been wanting all day. Your knees nearly buckle and he grips you harder, anchoring you as he sucks.
You cry out, fingers clawing at the table.
“San - fuck -”
He moans into you at the sound of your voice, vibrations sending shocks through your body. His thumbs keep you open, exposing every sensitive spot as he devours you, messy and greedy, consuming you like you’re the only thing that’s ever fed him.
His tongue fucks into you, slow at first, then deeper, faster, hands pulling you back onto his mouth so he can reach you exactly how he wants. His spit mixes with your arousal, dripping down your inner thighs, and he groans at the taste, licking it up.
“You taste,” he rasped against you, “so fucking good.”
You push back instinctively, desperate, and he slaps your ass, sharp and hot.
“Don’t move” he orders, voice rough with desire.
You try, but the second he sucks your clit into his mouth, you choke out a sound you didn’t know you could make. Then he stands, pulling you up and turning you to face him, and he kisses you, hard, teasing his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste your own arousal. He pushes you back to lie down on the table and then descends again. Dragging you right to the edge, he throws your legs over his shoulders and plunges his face back into your pussy.
“Fuuuucck -“ you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. His tongue circles and flicks with an intensity that makes your back arch off the table. He looks up at you from between your legs, the hunger glowing in his dark eyes.
His tongue presses inside you, fucking you deep, his moan vibrating through your heat. His nose rubs your clit with every push, and your legs start to shake.
San groans like he’s the one losing his mind. “God baby… I could stay down here all night…”
You grip the table so hard your knuckles ache.
“San… please don’t stop…”
The moment he hears the desperation in your voice, his hands grip your ass and pull you further up to him, burying his face in you so deep you’re amazed he can still breathe.
You’re trembling, thighs quivering, looking at him eating you like you’re the first thing he’s tasted all day.
“Cum for me,” he growls into you. “Right here. Right on this table.”
He sucks your clit hard, just once, perfectly…and your body snaps.
Your orgasm hits hard and fast. Your hips jerk, your vision blurs, your mouth falls open in a soundless gasp. He holds you steady through it, drinking in everything you give him, moaning into your overstimulated pussy as he licks and sucks.
You collapse back onto the table, shaking. He kisses the inside of your thigh, and then leans over your wrecked body to look at you. His thumb brushes your cheek and he kisses you softly. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says with a smile.
Bubble Bath - Mingi x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
Steam curls around the bathroom, soft and hazy and the scent of your bath oil floats in the air as you sink deeper into the warm water. You’re about to close your eyes until you hear the quiet click of the door.
Mingi steps in, just home from rehearsal. “I thought I’d find you in here,” he says with a smile. “You look comfy.”
You smile lazily. “You could join me.”
He pulls off his beanie. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he says. His shirt comes off next, then his pants. Slowly, giving you time to watch the way his long, toned body moves.
He steps into the tub behind you, making the water ripple. The moment he lowers himself in, his thighs bracket your hips, pulling you back until your spine rests against his chest.
“Mmmm,” he breathes into your neck, hands sliding around your waist under the bubbles, “you feel perfect.”
His lips graze your shoulder. Warm water. Warm breath. Warm hands.
You melt instantly.
He strokes your stomach, slow circles that travel down lower until you inhale sharply as his fingertips skim your inner thigh through the water.
“I’m glad I came home when I did” he murmurs and nuzzles you softly.
“I agree,” you say, “perfect timing.”
His hand drifts up cupping your breast gently, thumb brushing your nipple beneath the bubbles. Your back arches into him and he groans softly.
“That’s it,” he whispers, kissing your neck. “Lean back… let me play.”
Both hands explore you now, one teasing your breasts, the other tracing lazy strokes between your thighs. The warm water makes every touch feel softer and slicker.
You tilt your head back onto his shoulder, giving him full access to your throat. He puts his mouth to work, soft kisses, wet licks, slow bites just sharp enough to make you gasp a little. His fingers on your breast tighten slightly, thumb circling your nipple with a teasing pressure.
His hand between your thighs finally commits, letting his middle finger stroke your slit under the water, letting it slide in, the warm bath making everything feel impossibly smooth. He fucks you with his fingers lazily, sensually, taking his time and inhaling every moan and sigh that you exhale.
His other hand then cups your throat, tilting your head so he can kiss you sideways and messy, tongues brushing, breath mixing.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers against your lips as your hips grind desperately into his hand. When you’re audibly whimpering, he pulls his fingers out and shifts behind you, water sloshing gently as he positions you. He grabs your waist, lifting you slightly, guiding you to straddle him in the water, your knees sinking through the soft bubbles.
You feel him, hard and pressing against you beneath the surface.
His hands grip your ass, thumbs spreading you open.
“Sit on me,” he whispers. “Nice and slow.”
You lower yourself, gasping as he slides into you under the water, the heat and slickness making him feel impossibly deep. He groans, head falling back as he holds you tight against his chest.
“Oh fuck…” he pants, voice breaking.
You move slowly at first, water rippling around both of you, bubbles sliding down your bodies as you lift and sink onto him. His hands guide your hips, controlling your pace, pulling little moans from your lips each time he thrusts up to meet you.
His hands drag up your back, then down to your hips again, setting a deeper rhythm. You turn your head to glance back at him. He’s pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, looking down at you rising and falling on him. He glances up to see you watching him and smiles. “Turn around.”
You reposition as quickly as you can and this time, your descent is anything but slow.
“Fuuuuck…” he groans as he bottoms out.
He kisses your neck, sucking a mark just under your ear.
“Come here, baby” He pulls you forward, chest to chest, lips pressing onto yours as he thrusts up hard enough to make you cry out into his mouth.
He reaches a hand down between you to press circles against your clit. The sensation jolts through you, making you bounce on him faster, chasing your orgasm.
His voice is breathless: “Let me feel you cum in my arms.”
Your pace breaks, your moans growing louder as the pleasure overtakes you, water splashing over the rim of the tub.
“That’s it,” he whispers, holding you tighter, thrusts becoming frantic. “Cum for me.”
You shatter, body trembling violently, burying your face into his neck as he holds you close.
Seconds later he groans your name, pulling you down hard onto him as he cums, warm and deep, pouring into you.
The silence settles warm, breathless and intimate and he kisses your forehead and holds you against his chest, water sloshing gently around you.
Distraction - Gamer Yunho x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
Yunho has been glued to his PC for hours, long legs stretched out under the desk. His hoodie is slipping off one shoulder and his hair messy from raking his fingers through it between rounds. His big hands move with that quick, fluid precision you’ve watched a thousand times. And you’ve been patient. Kinda. But now you’re watching the way the veins in his hands flex and after waiting for so long, the patience turns into need.
You walk over and stand behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders, and let your lips brush the edge of his jaw.
“Babe,” you murmur, your voice soft, coaxing, “you’ve been playing forever.”
He doesn’t look away from the screen. “Last round.”
“You said that an hour ago.”
He shifts, exhaling sharply through his nose. Irritated. But trying to hide it. “Baby, I swear, just one more round. This is for rank.”
You smile against his neck. “So is this.”
You slip your fingers under his hoodie, caress the warm, slim line of his waist, and feel him tense. You shouldn’t be touching him right now knowing how competitive and focused he likes to be. But that’s exactly the reason why you do. And then, right as his team hits match point, you hook a finger under his waistband and tug.
He flinches.
A gunshot sounds through his headset.
“DEFEAT.”
He freezes.
Slowly, he removes the headset. Places it on the desk. Sits back in the chair. Then turns to look at you. His expression is unreadable, jaw tight, brows drawn in a flat line, eyes dark.
“You made me lose,” he says quietly.
You bite your lip. “Maybe.”
He leans back, legs spread, irritation simmering into something sharper. “You’ve been begging for my attention all night.”
You nod.
“Well now you’ve got it. Come here.”
You climb into Yunho’s lap, but he doesn’t let you settle. He grabs your waist and drags you forward until your chest is pressed to his.
“You want something from me,” he murmurs against your ear, “and you couldn’t wait five minutes.”
“It was more than five minutes!” you counter with a giggle. He runs one hand up your thigh and lets one finger slip under your shorts. He uses it to graze your entrance through your panties, teasing you.
You whine.
He smirks. “You are so needy.”
He cups you entirely in one palm and holds you there, just applying the smallest bit of pressure. Then finally, he pushes your panties aside and slides two fingers between your folds.
“Mmm… No wonder you couldn’t sit still,” he says with a smile, “you’re already so wet.”
He circles your clit with brutally controlled precision, no real rhythm, just enough stimulation to make your hips jerk but never enough to let you chase it.
“Hold still,” he orders.
You try. You really try.
But the moment he slides two long fingers into you, knuckle deep, your entire body arches into him. He groans at your reaction.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “God, you feel…” he exhales shakily, “so fucking good.”
He pumps them faster, adjusting the angle until your head falls onto his shoulder and you’re clinging to him, every thrust hitting that spot that makes your breath break.
“You distracted me,” he says against your neck, thrusting his fingers faster, deeper. “Now you’re going to make it up to me.”
Your moan is almost a sob.
“Look at me,” he growls, using his free hand to grip your jaw and force your gaze to meet his. “Look me in the eyes so I can see you fall apart.”
His pace builds, firm and relentless.
“You’re gonna cum,” he whispers, “and then I’m gonna eat you until you can’t say my name without shaking.”
Your climax hits so hard you grab onto his hoodie and pull, trying to anchor yourself as his fingers fuck you through every wave.
“Good girl,” he breathes.
Room 1408 - Jongho x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
The adrenaline from the concert still hummed beneath your skin, a persistent vibration that matched the thrumming bass that had shaken the arena hours ago. But the real electricity came from the memory of that moment during the encore.
Jongho had been centre stage, sweat making his dark hair cling to his forehead. You were close enough to the front that when his gaze swept the crowd, it snagged on yours. It wasn't a polite idol smile. It was a dead stop. An intense, unblinking stare that felt like a physical weight, stripping away the noise of twenty thousand people until it was just the two of you.
Then came the fansign. It was a blur of high-touches and quick greetings until you reached him. Up close, the intensity was even more overwhelming. He didn't do the usual cute fan service with you. He just looked up, his dark eyes burning with a recognition that made your breath hitch. As he signed your album, his hand brushed yours, sliding a small, folded piece of paper into your palm.
Room 1408. 1am.
Now, standing outside the room, your heart was hammering against your ribs. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door clicked open before you could.
He stood there. He looked different stripped of the stage lights. He’d changed into a fresh, loose hoodie that emphasised the surprising width of his shoulders and baggy sweatpants. His hair was damp from a post-show shower, tousled and falling into his eyes. He stepped back, pulling the door wider to let you step inside and closed it behind you. You walked inside, the heavy hotel door clicking shut, sealing you in a thick, sudden silence.
"You came,” he said. His voice was deeper than his speaking voice in interviews, roughened by three hours of powerful vocals. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I do,” you exhaled.
He leaned in, his nose brushing against your jawline, inhaling deeply before finally meeting your eyes. His presence was intoxicating; he was a powerhouse on stage, and up close, you could feel that latent physical power humming just beneath the surface.
"You have no idea," his voice was low in his throat, "how hard it was to finish that last song while looking at you."
He kissed, his hands sliding into your hair, down your back, gripping your hips with controlled urgency. His mouth moved against yours like he’d been holding himself back for hours.
He broke the kiss only to press his nose to your cheek, breathing you in.
“I’ve been thinking about you since the stage,” he whispered. “Telling myself this might never happen… trying not to want it too much.”
He pulled your shirt upward slowly, but his hands trembled, not from nerves, but from how badly he wanted you.
When your shirt hit the floor, he swallowed hard and guided you onto the bed.
“Lie back,” he said, voice low. “I need to touch you.”
He knelt between your legs, hands sliding up your thighs slowly. "I want to know if you taste as good as you look tonight.”
He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over the fabric of your panties before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin through the cotton. You whimpered, your hands instinctively clutching his shoulders for balance.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged your panties down, his gaze never leaving yours until the last second. Then, he buried his face between your legs.
A choked cry tore from your throat as his tongue took charge. Your reaction was instant, your body jolting at the sudden and intense pleasure. His hands gripped your ass, holding you firmly in place as he devoured you. He used broad, strong strokes of his tongue, lapping at your clit and then teasing your entrance. He knew exactly what he was doing, alternating between torturously slow licks and fast, hard flicking motions that made you clutch the sheets till your knuckles were white. Every time you tried to pull away from the sheer intensity, his grip tightened, anchoring you against his mouth.
"Please," you begged, your head thrown back, fingers digging into the bed. "Please, I can’t…”
“Mmmm, you can. You can take it,” he growled against you. He pushed his tongue into you, his nose bumping against your clit with each motion. The pleasure was intense, coiling in your stomach making you want to squeeze your thighs together. Jongho paused to look up at you, placed one hand on your stomach and let two fingers replace his tongue at your entrance. “I want to hear you,” he said. “Say my name.”
You opened your mouth but all that came out were gasps and sobs as his mouth latched onto your clit again, sucking slowly, his tongue flicking out to match the pace of his fingers.
“Say it.”
“Jongho, please…” you cried.
“Again.”
“Jongho, I’m cumming, I’m gonna -“
And then you were shuddering against his face, your cries echoing in the quiet room. You pulled a pillow over your face, suddenly aware that maybe you could be heard through the walls, but he reached up and threw the pillow on the floor. He wanted to hear every moan that escaped your quivering body. Only as the aftershocks subsided did he pull back, his chin wet and a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
He stood up immediately, flipping you onto your stomach. You peeked behind you, to see him undressing, his bare body firm and strong. Just looking at him made you even wetter. Climbing over you, he settled between your legs, and braced himself on his forearms above you. He lowered his face until it was inches from yours and pressed his lips against your ear. “I want to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you?”
You nodded, your face pressed into the mattress. “Yes, please, I want you to…”
He lined himself up and thrust into you in one smooth, powerful motion, filling you completely. You gasped, your body arching so you pushed back against him at the sudden invasion of heat and size. He groaned and grasped your hips in response.
He didn't give you time to adjust. He began to move, setting a relentless rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with a force that knocked the breath out of you with every thrust. His grip on your waist was firm as he angled you to take him deeper, faster. He was consuming you, driving into you with a desperate need to possess you completely in the short time you had.
He leaned forward against you, one had reaching beneath you to tease your clit again. You were still so sensitive and the sound that left your mouth was primal. The tension coiled tight in your belly, faster this time. You kept rocking back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, his finger on your clit moving with maddening precision.
Feeling how close you were, he let go of his control, his movements becoming wilder, harder. You screamed his name into the empty hotel room as both of you slammed over the edge together, his own release tearing a rough, animalistic shout from his throat as he spilled himself inside you.
For a long time, there was only the sound of harsh breathing in the room. He collapsed next to you, turning you to face him and wiped the sweat from your forehead with his hand.
“Are you okay?” He asked, brushing a thumb against your cheek.
“I am,” you respond, feeling suddenly shy and tugging the sheet up over you.
He smiled and pulled it back down, admiring your body before pulling you into him. “Don’t hide,” he said. “I want to make sure I remember this.”
You smiled to yourself. You knew you definitely would.
Morning Hunger - Seonghwa x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
Morning Hunger
You’re awakened by Seonghwa pressing soft, warm kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder.
“Morning,” you whisper, voice still heavy with sleep.
“Morning,” he repeats softly, rolling you over so you’re face to face. “I’m starving.”
You smile and rub your nose against his. “How about we go out for breakfast today?” you suggest.
Suddenly, he’s on top of you, nuzzling against your neck, hands trailing down your body. “Mmmm, no,” he says against your skin as his lips start to follow his hands down your chest. “We can have breakfast right here.” He chuckles softy. Before you can respond, he’s already moving, easing his way down the bed, settling between your legs like that’s exactly where he belongs. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you open, tilting your hips up toward his mouth.
“S-Seonghwa…” you breathe, but he shakes his head.
“No talking yet,” he murmurs, voice warm with a different kind of hunger. “And don’t disturb me. You know how cranky I get if I don’t eat.”
He kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, slow and deliberate, making you arch and he hasn't even touched you where you need him most. His breath is a ghost over you, hot and teasing, and he pauses to look at you. Just the sight of you, open and eager in front of him is enough to drive him insane.
Then he finally leans in and drags his tongue up your slit, one slow, ravenous lick that makes your whole body jolt.
“God,” he growls, gripping your thighs harder, pulling you in closer against his mouth. “You taste perfect.”
He doesn’t ease in gently. He devours.
His tongue moves with well-practised strokes. He knows exactly how to make you bend to his will - licking, sucking, circling your clit with a greedy precision that leaves you gasping, fingers curling in his hair as he moans into you. Every sound he makes vibrates straight through you.
Your hips grind against his mouth involuntarily, and he hums, low and approving, pulling you even closer, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder so he could bury his face in you.
You feel him smile against you as your legs start to tremble.
“That’s it,” he murmurs before sealing his lips around your clit again, sucking harder, tongue flicking so fast your vision goes white. “Give me everything… I want all of it.”
His fingers slide into you at the same time his tongue presses harder, two perfect, deep strokes that make you cry out.
Your thighs shake around his head but he doesn’t stop. If anything, it makes him more desperate. More determined to drag every ounce of pleasure out of you.
He groans again as you tense, sounding needy and feral. He loves the way you’re falling apart for him, and he keeps his mouth locked on your clit, tongue flicking and teasing, fingers curling just right, pushing you over the edge so sharply your back leaves the mattress.
Your orgasm is blinding, overwhelming. Your hands grip Seonghwa’s hair as you writhe and moan, and he holds you through all of it, licking you through every wave like he can’t get enough.
Even when your body relaxes, when you slowly come down off your high, he doesn’t pull away. He kisses the inside of your thigh again, slow and tender now, lifting his head with wet lips and dark eyes.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he whispers, voice thick with satisfaction as he crawls back up your body. “Now… how about I make you some breakfast?”
His Hands - Yunho x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!!
Yunho's hands were the first thing you ever noticed about him. They were big, warm, veined, and strong in a way that made your stomach drop every time he picked something up. And he used them constantly: fixing things around the apartment, running them through his hair, cracking his knuckles...
You were obsessed. And he knew it.
Tonight, he caught you staring again.
You sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to scroll through your phone, but your eyes kept drifting to where he stood shirtless at the dresser, pulling his rings off one finger at a time. His hands moved slowly and purposefully.
“You’re staring,” he said without turning around. His voice was lazy, warm, teasing. “You want something?”
Heat shot down your spine. “No.”
He chuckled. “Try again.”
He turned to face you, and when his eyes dropped to your thighs pressed together, he smirked.
“Are you sitting there getting worked up just watching me?”
"Don't be silly," you scoffed, but your face was hot and flushed.
He walked toward you, each step heavy and controlled, stopping right in front of you and pushing your knees apart with one of his long legs. He tilted your chin up with two fingers, making you look at him.
“Come on..." he teased. "Tell me what you're over here thinking about. What do you want?"
You swallowed hard. “Your hands.”
He smiled like he’d been waiting for that answer.
“Good girl.”
Yunho slid his palm along your thigh, and the size of his hand alone made you try to press your legs together even tighter in anticipation. His fingers wrapped around your upper thigh before he squeezed , firm enough to make you gasp.
“Lie back,” he murmured.
You obeyed, heart racing. Yunho climbed onto the bed, spreading your thighs apart with those same hands you could never stop thinking about. He took his time dragging his palms up your legs, mapping every inch, thumbs tracing circles that made your stomach flutter.
He used one hand to hold your hip down easily, like he owned your body without even trying, while the other slid between your thighs. His fingers were warm as they stroked you through your panties.
The friction made your breath stutter.
“Oh?” he said. “I’ve barely touched you.”
He hooked a finger under the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs, tossing them aside. Then he sat back on his heels and looked at you, spread open, waiting and desperate.
“That’s my girl,” he said softly. “Now let me play with you.”
Yunho slid two fingers through your slick, collecting it, spreading it, teasing you slowly. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he circled your clit with deliberate pressure, making your hips lift off the bed.
“Fuck, yes… look how pretty you are for me.”
Your breath came in shaky gasps. “Yunho, please…”
"Please what?" He grinned. “Tell me what you want.”
He pressed his fingers lower, teasing your entrance, pushing just the tip in before pulling out again. You gripped the sheets and groaned in frustration. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes, please….”
“Spread your legs wider.”
You obeyed immediately, and he rewarded you by sliding one finger inside you, working in a way that made your mouth fall open. He watched your face the whole time, like he wanted to memorise every expression.
He added a second, filling you until both were buried to the knuckle. Your back arched, a broken sound leaving your throat.
“That’s it,” he murmured, pumping his fingers slowly, curling them against your most sensitive spot. His free hand held your hip steady as he worked you open, each thrust of his fingers precise and controlled, making your vision blur.
“You love my hands,” he said, voice thick. “Love the way they stretch you… touch you… make you lose it…”
Your hips bucked against him.
"Say it," he commanded softly, "Tell me how much you love it."
"Fuck Yunho," your voice was broken and desperate. "I love it so much, please... please don't stop."
“I’ve got you. I’m not stopping… cum on my fingers, baby.”
He curled them again, harder, deeper, his thumb circling your clit in perfect rhythm.
Your breath caught and your legs trembled and your entire body tightened.
“Yunho!”
“That’s it, give it to me.”
Your body erupted and you clenched around his fingers, crying out as pleasure tore through you. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, worked you through every pulse until you collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and breathless.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, glistening, and held them up.
“Look what you did,” he said, admiring the mess you made on his hand. Then he smirked. "Open."
You parted your lips and exhaled greedily as he pushed his wet fingers inside your mouth, letting you taste yourself.
“You know…” He leaned down, lips against your neck. “I’m not done using these on you.”
Late Night Confession - Priest Jeong-in x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
You return to the church just before evening falls, when the light turns the stained glass into embers and the halls feel too quiet, too intimate. The heavy door creaks behind you as you slip inside, and for a moment you wonder if he’s even here.
Then you see him. Father Jeong-in stands near the altar, extinguishing the last tall candle. He turns at the noise, slowly, almost cautiously, and when he sees you, the breath leaves his chest like a prayer punched out of him.
He wasn’t expecting you. He hoped. But he didn’t expect.
“Are you… here for confession?” he asks, voice too steady to hide the shock in his eyes.
You nod. His jaw tenses.
For weeks, you’ve caught him looking at you in ways a priest shouldn’t. Glances held too long. A flicker of heat before he forced his gaze to the floor. He never said a word… but he didn’t have to.
Something has been simmering between you, dangerous and quiet.
He gestures toward the confessional, then hesitates.
“Or,” his throat works. “If you prefer… you may speak with me privately. In the back.”
Your pulse flares. “Privately,” you respond. “We can speak privately in the back.”
He nods once and leads you behind the sanctuary, where the air is cooler, darker. You stop near the organ, the carved pipes rising behind you like a wall of silver.
Jeong-in closes the door softly.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come back,” he says, voice low, almost disbelieving. “I wasn’t sure you felt the same way.”
Your breath catches. “And now?” you ask.
He steps closer, only an inch, but it’s enough to feel the warmth of his body.
“Now,” he whispers, “I’m wondering why you came back at this hour… alone… if you didn’t want me to break every vow I’ve ever made.”
Your back presses lightly against the organ. His fingers hover near your waist, trembling with restraint.
“You looked at me,” he confesses quietly. “All those weeks you kept looking at me. Like you were waiting for me to do something I wasn’t allowed to do.”
Your lips part. His breath stutters.
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He leans in, mouth inches from your jaw. “You want me to keep looking.”
You exhale a shaky, “Yes. I want you to do more than look.”
Jeong-in’s resolve snaps. His hand slides to your hip, gripping just firmly enough to make your knees weaken. His forehead presses against your temple, his breath hot against your ear. “I’ve imagined this more times than I can count,” he admits, voice shaking. “You, finally here with me.” His hand lifts your chin, turning your face toward his. “Tell me what you’re confessing.”
“I want you.” Your voice was soft, but firm. “I want to be yours.”
A sound escapes him that is low, guttural, and not holy in the slightest. He presses you gently but insistently against the organ pipes.
“My God…” he whispers. And then he kisses you. It isn’t soft. It isn’t gentle. And it certainly isn’t priestly. His lips claim yours with weeks of suppressed hunger, his hand sliding behind your thigh, lifting your leg so your bodies fit together perfectly. His mouth trails down your neck, slow and desperate.
“I’ve wanted to taste you,” he whispers into your skin, “since the first moment you walked into this church.” His hand moves between your legs, slow, reverent, trembling as though he’s worshipping. When he feels how wet you already are, he lets out a broken breath. He slips his fingers over you once… twice… then sinks one inside you.
Your gasp echoes against the organ pipes.
Jeong-in groans softly, his forehead pressing to your shoulder as his finger curls inside you, slow and precise. “Confess,” he murmurs. “Tell me how it how it feels.”
You choke out the words, “It feels so good, so fucking good…”
He inhales sharply through his teeth and another finger joins the first, filling you, stretching you slowly as he watches your body react.
“Beautiful…” he whispers, his breath hot against your throat. “You’re… beautiful like this.”
Then he drops to his knees. But this time, you know it’s not for prayer.
He spreads you open with both hands, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh before he looks up at you, eyes dark, as he slides your panties down to your ankles.
“If this damns me…” he whispers, “…then let me fall.”
And with that, his mouth replaces his fingers.
His tongue slides against you, soft at first, then with an unrestrained greed. His fingers work in perfect rhythm with his mouth, slow and deep.
The organ shakes faintly behind you as your legs threaten to give out. Jeong-in moans into you, hands pulling you closer, keeping you standing only because he refuses to let you fall away from his mouth.
“You taste like heaven,” he groans softly. His mouth drives you faster towards your orgasm, until your breath is sharp and uneven and your fingers are gripping the carved edge of the organ.
“Cum for me,” he whispers against you, his tongue stroking deliberately. “In this church. On my face.”
And when you do, when your body quakes from the inside out, when your gasps and moans echo off the stone walls, he holds you through every trembling second of it, his mouth worshipping every shiver, every gasp, his tongue lapping up every drop.
When he finally rises, his lips are swollen, his breath ragged. He kisses you hard and deep, letting you taste yourself on his mouth, and all you can think of is the next sin you want him to commit.
Nose Dive - Wooyoung x Reader
MINORS DNI!!!
You had been watching him for an hour, watching the way his tongue poked the inside of his cheek when he concentrated, watching how his fingers tapped out rhythms on his thigh. He’d been working hard to finish his part for the new single, and you’d normally be fine here with him in the studio. But the longer you watched, the heavier the pressure pulsed between your legs.
“Wooyoung,” you murmured, walking to stand between him and the desk.
He didn’t look away from the monitor at first - but his hand slid slowly up the back of your thigh, dragging goosebumps up with it.
“Mm? Bored already?”
“Not bored,” you whispered, letting your voice trail off.
He finally looked up at you - and that smirk, lazy and knowing, almost made your knees buckle.
“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping. “Tell me then, what do you need?”
You swallowed, heat flooding your face, your body, everything. You’d never said it out loud like this before.
“I… want your face.”
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow. “My face.” His hands slid beneath your hips, pulling you forward onto his lap. “What about my face?”
You leaned down, lips grazing his ear. “I want to ride your nose.”
The noise that left his chest was half-chuckle, half-growl. He grabbed your waist with both hands and stood, lifting you effortlessly.
“If you’re gonna say something like that,” he said, carrying you to the studio couch, “you better mean it.”
He lay down, pulling you on top of him. His eyes darkened, pupils already blown wide.
“Come here,” he ordered softly. “Show me exactly what you’re thinking of.”
Your hands shook as you climbed up, straddling his chest. He held your thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles. You hovered above him, your breath breaking as his nose brushed exactly where you wanted it. The contact made your whole body jerk.
Wooyoung’s grip tightened. “Sit,” he said, voice low and commanding. With his fingers, he deftly pulled your panties to the side.
The moment you lowered yourself onto him, his nose pressed perfectly against you, angled just right. His tongue flicked out, slow at first, teasing around the edges, tasting you, exploring. His hands pinned your hips, forcing you to grind exactly how he wanted.
“Ride it,” he growled against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. “Come on, use me.”
You did, rolling your hips, letting his nose rub against your clit while his tongue worked deeper inside of you. Every drag of your wet pussy over his face sent sparks up your spine. You could barely breathe, barely think, your thighs trembling around his head.
Wooyoung moaned into you, the sound desperate, eager, like he loved being smothered by you. His grip dragged you down harder onto his face, locking you in place as he devoured you, tongue pushing, nose bumping, meeting every movement.
“Wooyoung…” Your voice cracked, pleasure curling tight and hot in your stomach. “I’m - I’m gonna…”
His hands held you still. He moved his tongue from your entrance and latched on to your clit with his lips, his tongue flicking, lapping. The sensation was overwhelming and you clutched desperately at the sofa, needing something to hold on to.
A strangled cry escaped your mouth as your orgasm hit hard, shaking through your entire body. Your hips bucked helplessly against his face, but he didn’t stop, he licked you through every wave, greedy, hungry, desperate to keep tasting you.
Slowly, trembling, you finally lifted off him. Wooyoung sat up, lips wet, breathing hard, eyes dark with satisfaction.
“You’re not done,” he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you back down onto his lap.
“That was just the warm-up.”