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Masterlist
Ateez
In bloom together- Florist San x reader romance PT. 1
Text imagines
Texting the wrong member, your dirty thoughts - Ateez hyung line
Texting the wrong member, your dirty thoughts - Ateez maknae line
BTS
Tracing You - Jungkook x gn reader drabble (Fluff, slightly suggestive)
Enhypen
Jake x reader smut - Whispers in the moonlight (best friends to lovers)
Sunghoon x reader smut - Don't test me
Seventeen
Reactions
Seventeen reaction to S/o with size kink
Seventeen reaction to their s/o initiating sex at an unusual time
Seventeen reaction when their S/O tells them, "I'm super horny right now, and I can't wait."
Aftercare with seventeen
Oneshots, imagines
Scoups x reader smut/fluff - Featherlight touches
Mingyu x reader smut - Look where the night led us 1
Mingyu x reader smut - Look where the night led us 2
Hoshi x reader fluff - He helps you relax
Vernon x reader smut - Making out in a car
Text imagines
Hyung line x reader text imagines - "She's busy bro" pank text on bf seventeen.
Maknae line x reader text imagines - "She's busy bro" prank text on bf seventeen
"What are you wearing right now?" Prank text on bf SVT hyung line
"What are you wearing right now?" Prank text on bf SVT maknae line
Fictional characters
Gentle Love - Jacaerys Velaryon x reader smut
Promise in Flames - Jacaerys Velaryon x reader smut
sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar
“yo, y/n, where’s that shirt i left at yours the other day? the black one, with the holes,” seungcheol’s voice booms from your bedroom, and you can hear him already rummaging through your wardrobe like it’s his own. typical. you’re still in the bathroom, pulling a shirt over your head, eyes rolling at how this guy feels so at home in your space, no hesitation.
“it’s in the drawer, you dumbass,” you yell back, adjusting your shirt in the mirror, not giving it a second thought.
and then it hits you.
oh fuck. that drawer. the one you’ve recently swapped out for all your, uh, extra stuff. your eyes widen, and a bolt of panic shoots through your veins. not the t-shirts and gym clothes drawer anymore, no—your sex drawer now, fully stocked and thriving.
you bolt out of the bathroom, hair still a mess, nearly tripping over your own feet, “seungcheol, no! wait—”
too late. he’s standing there, drawer halfway open, a look of pure shock frozen on his face. it’s like time slows down and you can almost hear the dramatic, “dun-dun-dunnnn” playing in the background as his eyes lock on something you really didn’t want him to see.
the dildo. baby pink. glittery. silicone, with a ridiculously realistic head.
“what... the… fuck,” he mumbles, staring at it like it’s an alien. his hand’s on the drawer handle, and he’s so still, like he can’t quite process what’s in front of him. if it was just the lube, or even the handcuffs, maybe you could’ve salvaged this situation. maybe. but nope, he’s standing there like he’s seen the holy grail, except it’s your new glitter dildo, glistening under the light like a perverse disco ball.
you skid to a stop, face burning up. “cheol, no—don't—” but he’s already got it in his hand, holding it up like it’s some kind of trophy. a fucking trophy.
he gives it a little shake, slapping it against his palm with a dumb grin. “y/n… never pegged you for a glitter girl. this—” he waves it around, the thing jiggling like some obscene party favor. “—is this what you’re into now? pink, sparkly dicks?”
you slap your hand over your face, mortified, “it’s new! i—it’s not even—i haven’t—just give it back, jesus christ!”
but he’s inspecting it now, like he’s doing some kind of in-depth analysis. his eyebrows raise, and he looks from it to you, back to it. “it’s not that big, though, right? not thicker than me, at least.” he looks way too smug for your liking, like he’s just cracked some inside joke.
“cheol!” you squeal, lunging forward to grab it, but he pulls it out of reach, shaking his head like you’re a kid trying to snatch candy from a shelf.
“nah, nah,” he chuckles, “hold up, hold up. i just… i just didn’t expect this from you. like, c’mon, this? you could’ve called me. i would’ve come running, y’know. no need to settle for this sparkly piece of shit.”
you’re fully red now, your fingers gripping his forearm as you try and close the drawer with your hip, but he keeps it open, the dildo still in his grip. “cheol, i swear to god, give it back.”
he twirls it like it’s a damn baton, slapping it lightly against his hand again. “so, like... is it better than the real thing? huh?”
“no, oh my god, no! i haven’t even—just—shut up!” you try again to snatch it back, but he’s stronger than you and absolutely milking this moment.
“mmm,” he hums, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s deep in thought, “i bet you’ve been riding this thing at night, hm? fuckin’ bouncing on it, lights out, all alone in this big-ass bed…” his words trail off, teasing, and you want to crawl into a hole and die, right there.
“cheol, stop, i’m not—i haven’t even used it yet, okay?” you sputter, still trying to grab it, but your words only seem to encourage him.
“oh? you haven’t? huh… well,” he holds it up, wiggling it under the light, “why don’t you show me how you would? like, y’know, ride it for me.” the way he says it, dead serious, makes you stop. his voice drops lower, and suddenly the room feels hotter. “c’mon, y/n. don’t be shy. give me a little demo.”
“cheol, stop it. i’m already embarrassed enough,” you say, feeling your breath catch in your throat. your cheeks burn. he just grins, settling back into the chair at your vanity, his eyes practically glinting.
“don’t be shy now,” he says, but you can hear the tease dripping from every word. his back rests against the wall, arms lazily crossed, as if he’s got all the time in the world to watch you squirm. you can’t even deny the flutter of heat that’s been coiling inside you since this whole thing started.
you let out a shaky breath, reaching for the lube, the sound of the cap clicking open feeling way too loud in the stillness of the room. you get on your knees, your fingers tremble as you coat the bottom of the dildo with it, sticking it to the floor, the suction strong as it holds in place. every nerve in your body is hyper-aware of his eyes on you. watching. waiting.
you slowly tug down your shorts and panties, trying to shield yourself as much as possible, your oversized shirt covering your lower half. it’s stupid to feel shy now, considering what you’re about to do, but you still shake your head when he says, “take that shirt off too.”
“n-no,” you stutter, cheeks flushing. you glance at him through your lashes as you start to spread the lube on the dildo, your hand sliding up and down, coating it thoroughly. the way you grip it, the slow strokes—it’s almost automatic, the sight of it in your hand makes his jaw clench, and you can practically hear his breath catch.
he shifts in his seat, eyes glued to the movement of your hand. he swallows thickly, his gaze darkening, and you can see the tension building in his body. it’s not just teasing anymore—he’s feeling this, just as much as you are.
“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his eyes not leaving the way your hand moves, the way the lube makes the dildo glisten. for a split second, it’s like he can’t even blink, like if he does, he might miss something.
you feel your body flush even more, and you bite your lip as you spread your legs slightly, reaching down with your lubed-up fingers to ease yourself open. “look away for a sec,” you mumble.
he scoffs, eyes narrowing, but he closes them. still, you know better than to think he’s not peeking—there’s no way he’s fully shutting you out. and sure enough, you catch him with one eye cracked open, watching, his arms crossed over his chest trying to look calm and shit, but his body clearly stiffen up. the slick sounds of your fingers working you open fill the air, and you can’t help the small whimpers that escape your lips. each one seems to hit him like a punch, his eyes flickering, the sound driving him crazy.
you can feel your own wetness mixing with the lube as you stretch yourself, prepping so you can sit on it. your breath hitches as you pull your hand away, finally sitting back up on your knees. “i’m gonna… i’m sliding on it now,” you whisper, like saying it aloud makes it even more real.
his—both—eyes snap open at that, and he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, staring hard. “yeah? let me see,” oh, he had his soothed voice, and you can feel the his gaze on you.
your body trembles as you line yourself up, one hand braced on the floor in front of you for support as the other lined the toy. the first contact makes you bite your bottom lip, your pussy lips parting as you sink down, the head of the dildo stretching you slowly. you let out a soft moan, your body reacting to the stretch, the feel of the silicone sliding inside.
“shit,” you breathe out, your head falling forward as you lower yourself further, taking more of it in—the cool, smooth silicone pushing into you, the lube making everything slick and easy. the way it presses against your inner walls has you clenching around it, your muscles pulsing as you adjust.
you can feel seungcheol’s eyes on you, locked onto the way your body reacts, the small tremors running through you. his fingers twitch, his hands squeezing each other so tightly you swear his knuckles are turning almost purple.
he’s almost breathless from just watching. you feel so full, the stretch making your hips shake as you rock slightly, sliding the dildo deeper inside. the pressure builds as your pussy hugs the toy, the texture of it rubbing against you in all the right places.
your shirt brushes against the floor as you lean forward, hips grinding down, taking the dildo all the way in. your hand clutches the floor for balance, the other gripping your thigh as you start to move, slowly at first, testing how much you can take. each slide has you gasping, your wetness mixing with the lube, creating obscene, slick sounds that echo through the room.
seungcheol’s eyes are practically burning holes into you, his breath coming out in short, shallow pants. you can feel his tension, his need to see everything, to watch every reaction, every twitch of your body as you ride the dildo.
“c’mon… let me see your face, baby,” he sulks in a greedy way.
but you shake your head again, hiding behind your hair, your chest heaving as the pleasure builds, too shy to meet his gaze. your pussy tightens around the toy as you rock your hips, the friction making your thighs shake, your moans escaping louder now, uncontrollable.
he leans in even closer, eyes dark and heavy, and it feels like he’s about to explode just from watching. his voice drops, “take that shirt off.”
“cheollie…” your voice cracks, finally looking at him for the first time since you started riding the toy. the moment your eyes meet his, the intensity nearly floors you. he’s been watching you with such focus, so goddamn turned on, and you can see it all over his face—his chest heaving, his lips slightly parted, the eyebrows knit together.
he’s so still for a second, but his eyes flick down to where the toy disappears inside you, watching how your pussy swallows the dildo, and it’s like he can’t hold it in anymore. “lift it up a little, just a little,” he says.
with a shaky breath, you slowly raise the hem of your shirt, pulling it up until it rests just under your belly button, feeling the cool air against your sopping cunt. the moment he sees you fully exposed, he lets out a low groan, like he’s moaning right along with you. his eyes are glued to the way your body moves, the way your slick drips down onto the floor as you rock your hips harder.
“fuck, you’re dripping all over,” he mutters, his eyes flicking between your face and the obscene sight below you. you’re too overwhelmed to even process the words fully, but when you feel his gaze lingering a bit too much, like he’s inspecting every little detail, you can’t help but try to hide again.
you quickly cover yourself with your hand, right over your clit, your other hand flying to the floor to support yourself as your head falls back, mouth open as a loud moan escapes. it’s getting too good now, the way the toy presses up against your walls.
you circle your clit with the hand covering you, the added stimulation making your moans uncontrollable, rolling your hips harder and faster on the dildo. “fuck, cheol… oh my god…” your voice is all breathy and desperate, and you can feel his eyes on you, burning, drinking in every reaction.
he leans forward again, elbows resting on his knees, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl. “does it feel good, baby? look at you, fucking yourself like that. is it really better than the real thing?”
you shake your head, gasping for air, unable to form any real words as your hips move on their own, chasing the high that’s building. his voice is like gasoline on a fire, making everything burn hotter, the pleasure consuming you. you can't even look him in the eye, too mortified by how good this feels, by how badly you want more, maybe how badly you want... him?
“ride it like it’s me,” he rasps, and you almost choke on your own breath at the words. “pretend it’s my cock you’re bouncing on. ride it like you’d ride me.”
your whole body freezes for a second, the words sinking in, and your mind spins, caught between the fantasy and the reality of what’s happening. the thought of him, of riding him instead of the toy—it makes you instantly clench around the soft silicone.
you breathe in sharply, your chest heaving as you press your hand back on the floor, leaning forward. the angle change gives him the perfect view, your ass sticking out behind you, uncovered, as you start to bounce on the dildo, your knees moving in and out as you grind down harder. your moans grow louder, more desperate.
he groans softly, watching the way your body moves, the way you tremble and gasp. “shit, look at you… would you ride me like that?” his voice is so velvety. and its doing things to you. “would you moan even louder for me?”
the thought of it, of him underneath you, of riding him instead, has you spiraling. your mind can’t shake the image of his cock inside you, of bouncing on him just like this. the fantasy is too vivid, too real, and your body reacts before you can stop it. your hips slam down onto the toy harder, your moans growing higher in pitch, louder, uncontrollable.
he bites his lip, his eyes locked on the way you grind down on the dildo. his hand slides inside his sweatpants, gripping his cock, stroking himself in time with your movements, his breath coming out in shallow, desperate pants.
“fuck, you’d feel so good on me,” he groans, his hand moving faster as he strokes himself. “i bet you’d be so tight, so wet for me. you’re already dripping everywhere, baby… fuck, just thinking about it is making me lose it.”
you’re barely coherent at this point, your mind clouded by the sound of his voice, by the way the toy stretches you just right. the wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down the dildo fill the room, mingling with your moans and his ragged breathing.
“cheol… i’m… i’m so close,” you manage to gasp out, your body trembling as you push yourself closer to the edge.
his eyes darken even more, his jaw clenched tight. “yeah? gonna cum for me?” his voice is strained.
he moves before you can even catch your breath, standing up from the chair, your hips still working on the dildo, but now, sitting straight again, and you can barely focus as he steps closer, towering over you even as he kneels down, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly.
“cheol, i—” you don’t even get the chance to finish before his hands push you down, forcing your body to slide deeper onto the dildo. you gasp, eyes widening as the toy sinks so deep inside you that it steals the air from your lungs, making you feel it so deep inside you. your hands fly to his chest, gripping his shirt tightly as you tremble against him, the fullness making it impossible to move.
your head falls forward onto his chest, whimpering as your body starts to shake. the pressure is unbearable, the dildo pressing so deep inside you that it makes your whole body seize up. and then he presses you down even further, his hands now gripping your hips, pushing you until the toy is buried to the hilt, the balls of the toy pressed on your clit, you lose it.
“CHEOL! i’m—oh my go-o-d,” you cry out, your whole body convulsing as your orgasm hits, this one even harder than any other. your hands claw at his shirt, your face pressed against his chest as you cum, trembling uncontrollably. you can’t think, can’t breathe, and he holds you through it, keeping you pinned down, making sure you feel every second of it.
he doesn’t say a word, just watches you with that hungry look in his eyes, his hands never leaving your hips as your body shakes against him.
the pleasure finally start to ebb, and you’re left panting, your body slumping against him, completely spent.
he lifts your face gently, his fingers under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “look at me,” he whispers, his breath hot against your lips, and before you can react, he’s kissing you, desperate, all tongues and messy breaths. the taste of him fills your senses, his lips devouring yours, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face.
the kiss is all heat, your head spinning as you melt into him, moaning into his mouth as his tongue tangles with yours. he pulls away just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. “you’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”
you can barely respond, still lost in the fog, but then he’s pulling you up, guiding you to the edge of the bed. your knees hit the floor as he bends you over the corner, your chest pressed into the mattress, and you can feel him behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself.
“can i baby? can i?” he growls, and you nod weakly, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you brace yourself. he presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, and the second he starts to push inside, you gasp, your hands clutching at the sheets. he’s so much thicker than the toy, so much warmer, so much real.
“fuck, cheol… it’s so… so big,” you moan, your voice shaky, and he chuckles darkly, his hands tightening on your hips as he pushes deeper.
“you can take it, pretty,” he mutters, his voice strained. “look at how well you’re taking me already, fuck… you’re so wet. such a perfect pussy,”
you can feel every inch of him, the way he pushes you open, the heat of his cock filling you in a way that’s completely different from the toy. the fullness making your head spin, but it feels so fucking good at the same time.
he starts to move, slow at first, letting you adjust to the thickness of him, but soon he’s fucking you harder, each thrust making your body yank forward, your moans getting louder with every snap of his hips.
and then he reaches behind him, grabbing the dildo, and you feel his hand slide around to your face. “open your mouth,” he orders, and you obey, your lips parting as he presses the toy against them. “suck on it.”
you moan around the toy as he slides it into your mouth, the taste of the lube mixed with your own slick coating your tongue. the act of it is so filthy, so wrong, but it turns you on even more, the feeling of his cock fucking you from behind while you suck on the dildo making your whole body burn.
“that’s it, baby, just like that,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. “fuck, you’re so fucking hot… i can’t believe how good you look right now, sucking on that while i fuck you.”
your eyes roll back as he fucks you harder, the sound of your moans muffled by the toy in your mouth. the way he’s talking to you, the dirty words spilling from his lips, makes your whole body tingle with arousal.
“you like this, huh? you like being fucked like this?” he growls, his pace quickening, his cock slamming into you with each thrust. “i bet you’d love to have my cock in your mouth instead, wouldn’t you? bet you’d choke on it, make those pretty little sounds for me.”
you whimper around the dildo, nodding weakly, your body shaking with pleasure as he fucks you harder, deeper. the pressure is building again, that familiar heat pooling in your core, and you know you’re close, so fucking close.
“gonna cum again, huh?” he grunts, his voice tight. “fuck, i can feel it. you’re so close, baby. just let go. let go f'me...”
your body spasms violently, and you barely register the way your throat tightens around the dildo as he pushes it deeper. for a moment, everything goes hazy—your head spinning from the overstimulation, your knees shaking beneath you. the sensation of being so full, of having him inside you while the dildo stretches your throat, sends you into a dizzying spiral, leaving you shaking.
your face falls onto the mattress, your body too weak to hold you up anymore. you can feel him pulling out of you, the sudden emptiness making you shiver, and then he moans—and you hear the sound of his cum, warm and wet against the floor.
he pulls the dildo from your mouth, and you gasp for air, your chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. your throat feels raw, hoarse from the way you had been gagging around the toy, but you can’t even focus on that, still reeling from the power of your orgasm. your throat burning from how deep the dildo had gone.
he’s still kneeling behind you, his hands resting on your hips as he leans forward, his breath hot against the back of your neck. “you’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs. “you should’ve seen yourself, baby. you looked so fucking good riding that dildo like that... i cant wait to see you riding me, real, real.”
you shudder at his words, a faint whimper escaping your lips. your body is still trembling, you feel weak and shaky, but the way he’s talking to you—so dirty—it makes your head spin all over again. his hands sliding up your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your back, his hands sliding down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “i want you to be that horny for me all the time. i want you to think about this every time you touch yourself from now on.”
you groan, burying your face deeper into the mattress, your heart pounding in your chest. he pulls back slightly, his fingers gently tugging at your hair until you turn your head to look up at him. you close your eyes, your breath still coming in shallow gasps as you try to calm down.
“cheol…” you whisper, your voice hoarse, “i don’t… i don’t think i can move…”
he chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. “you don’t have to move, baby,” he says, his voice gentle now, softer than before. “just relax. you did so good for me… just rest.”
you nod weakly, him putting you fully on the bed so you can lay fully, your body sinking into the mattress.
“you okay?” he asks quietly after a few minutes, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.
you nod again, your voice barely above a whisper. “yeah… just… tired.”
he smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “good. you deserve to rest after that.” he stays close, his warmth comforting against your skin, and you feel his lips curl into a smile against your forehead. it feels so fucking good. and you know, deep down, that this won’t be the last time something like this happens.
Seungcheol is all about making sure you're okay afterwards. He'd pull you close, letting you rest against his chest as he whispers sweet things in your ear, his hand gently stroking your back. "Did I go too hard, baby? Are you okay?" He'd kiss the top of your head and keep holding you tight, running a warm bath for both of you to relax in, making sure to keep you hydrated and cared for.
Jeonghan:
Jeonghan’s aftercare is all about tenderness and attention. He’d wrap you up in a cozy blanket, pulling you onto his lap as he murmurs, "You did so well, love." His hands would trace soothing patterns along your skin, massaging any sore spots. He’d keep whispering sweet reassurances, feeding you bites of fruit or chocolates, and gently playing with your hair until you fall asleep.
Joshua:
Joshua would be soft-spoken and sweet, his demeanor completely different from his more dominant side during intimacy. He’d kiss your forehead softly and murmur, "You were amazing, angel." He'd bring you water, help you clean up, and cuddle with you under the covers, humming softly or singing a lullaby to help you wind down and feel safe in his arms.
Jun:
Jun's aftercare involves a lot of cuddling and gentle touches. He’d make sure to clean you up with a warm washcloth, his hands tender and careful. "You’re so beautiful, you know that?" he'd whisper, his lips brushing your skin. He’d pull you into his arms, stroking your hair, and wouldn’t let go until he knows you’re completely relaxed and comforted.
Hoshi:
Hoshi is all about physical reassurance. He’d immediately pull you against his chest, his fingers tracing up and down your spine. "You’re okay, right?" he'd ask, his voice filled with concern. He'd wrap you in his arms, make sure you’re hydrated, and keep you close with soft kisses, playful nose nuzzles, and lighthearted comments to make you smile and feel cherished.
Wonwoo:
Wonwoo’s aftercare is calm and soothing. He’d quietly get up to clean you both off with a warm towel, his hands gentle and caring. "You did so good, my love," he’d say softly, his deep voice a comforting presence. Then, he’d pull you against him, wrapping his body around yours protectively, and he’d read to you or talk about anything calming until you drift off.
Woozi:
Woozi might be quiet and reserved, but his aftercare is incredibly attentive. He’d softly ask, "Was that okay? Did I push you too much?" as he wipes you down with a warm cloth. He’d cuddle you close afterward, his fingers threading through your hair, and sing you a soft, calming song or hum a tune, making you feel cherished and safe.
DK:
DK's aftercare is filled with love and tenderness. He’d shower you with gentle kisses all over your face and neck, holding you close as he murmurs, "You’re amazing, baby. Did you feel good?"
His touch would be soft and comforting, and he’d make sure you’re well-hydrated and snuggled up in his arms, whispering sweet things until you fall asleep.
Mingyu:
Mingyu would immediately switch into his nurturing mode, his gaze softening as he sees the blissful exhaustion on your face. “You did so well, baby,” he'd murmur, gently pulling you into his chest and brushing your hair away. Without hesitation, he'd scoop you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up with tender hands. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” he'd ask softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. Afterwards, he'd tuck you into bed, offering water and staying close, whispering, "I’ve got you, love. Just rest now," as he holds you, running his fibgers up and down your back, making sure you feel completely safe and cherished.
The8:
The8's aftercare is methodical yet filled with care. He’d be incredibly gentle as he cleans you up, ensuring you’re comfortable. "You did so well," he’d whisper, his fingers lightly massaging any tense spots. He’d cuddle you afterward, making sure you feel warm, safe, and loved, all while speaking softly in your ear, calming you down with his words and presence.
Seungkwan:
Seungkwan would be full of gentle reassurance. "Are you okay? You were amazing," he’d say, immediately bringing a towel to clean you up. He’d cuddle you close afterward, offering water and making sure you’re snuggled up in blankets. He’d be the type to crack a light joke or two to make you smile, but he’d always keep his tone soft and comforting.
Vernon:
Vernon’s aftercare is all about gentle, loving touches and reassurance. He’d quietly clean you up, his hands warm and careful. "Was that okay for you?" he’d ask softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. Then he’d hold you close, letting you rest your head on his chest as he plays with your hair or talks softly about random, comforting things.
Dino:
Dino would be super attentive and sweet. He’d gently clean you up and make sure you’re comfortable, asking, "Are you feeling okay? Was it too much?" He’d wrap you up in his arms afterwards, stroking your back softly. He’d whisper sweet nothings, kissing your forehead and holding you until you fall asleep, ensuring you feel completely safe and loved..
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, Dirty talk, degradation, swearing, sex
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You and Sunghoon had been bickering on and off all night, the tension between you both simmering just beneath the surface. It wasn't a big fight, more of a petty argument that had left a bitter taste in your mouth. As a result, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. The bar you were at was crowded, and it didn't take long for some guy to notice you-leaning in closer than necessary, throwing you charming lines, and clearly checking you out.
And maybe you did flirt back a little. Not because you were interested in the guy, but because you wanted to push Sunghoon's buttons. You could see Sunghoon watching you from across the room, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing with each passing second. You knew he was reaching his breaking point, but you kept playing along, pretending not to notice his growing anger.
When the guy leaned in, putting his hand on your waist, you gave a small, defiant smile, aware that Sunghoon was staring daggers at you. That was the final straw. Suddenly, you felt a strong hand grip your arm, yanking you away from the guy. You gasped as Sunghoon's fingers curled around your neck, pulling you close, his lips brushing against your ear.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?", he asked through gritted teeth, anger evident in his voice.
"What?", you replied.
"Stop this right now, Y/n. Or-"
Your lips curled into a challenging smirk. "Or what?" you whispered back, your voice dripping with mock innocence, eyes locked with his. Ypu saw the decision settle in his eyes-there would be no mercy tonight.
"Don't test me," he growled low and menacing, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. The anger radiating off him was palpable, his grip firm and possessive. "You're really going to regret this."
Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest. Before you could respond, he dragged you out of the bar, his grip on your neck still tight enough to make a point. The tension in the air was thick, the adrenaline from both the argument and his dominant display coursing through your veins.
The ride home was silent, filled with nothing but the heavy, charged atmosphere between you. The minute you stepped through the door, Sunghoon wasted no time. His hands were on you, roughly pushing you against the wall. His lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, one hand sliding up to grip your hair and tilt your head back, giving him full access to your neck.
His teeth grazed your skin, biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. "You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" he growled against your throat, his other hand slipping under your shirt, fingers digging into your side. "You think I didn't see you flirting with that guy?"
"What do you mean?", you asked in gasps.
He didn't bother with a verbal reply. Instead, he roughly grabbed your chin, crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue was demanding, dominating, and you melted under the intensity. His other hand slid up your body, fingers curling around your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp, breaking the kiss. "You really want to test me tonight, huh?" His voice was deep, dripping with authority. "You think I won't ruin you?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but he didn't give you the chance. His hand moved from your side to your neck, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. "I don't want to hear a single word from you unless it's you begging me to fuck you like the little slut you are."
His words made your core tighten, a wave of arousal flooding through you. Your panties were already damp, the mix of his aggression and the earlier teasing setting every nerve on fire. The lack of oxygen was starting to make your head spin.
He spun you around, bending you over the back of the couch. His hand came down on your ass with a loud smack, making you cry out. "Count," he demanded, voice low and commanding.
"One," you whimpered, the sting of his slap echoing through your body. You were already wet, the mix of pain and anticipation sending jolts of electricity through your body.
"Good girl," he taunted, bringing his hand down again, harder this time. "Two."
He continued, each slap more intense than the last, punctuating the room with your cries and his low, dark chuckle. When he finally stopped, you were panting, your body trembling with a mix of pain, pleasure, and desire. Tears stained your face.
Sunghoon leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. "Good girl," he praised, and you shivered at his words. But then, his tone darkened. "But we're just getting started."
Without warning, he pushes your panties aside, his fingers teasing your slick folds. "Look at you," he mocked, voice dripping with disdain. "I haven't even started yet, and you're dripping like a needy little slut."
"So wet already," he taunted, rubbing slow circles over your clit, making your legs tremble. "All this just from a few spanks and some dirty words? You really are a slut, aren't you?"
"Y-yes," you stuttered, your hips bucking into his touch, craving more.
He chuckled darkly. "I didn't say you could move, did I?"
With one swift motion, he pulled your panties down, sliding two fingers into you without warning. You moaned loudly, back arching, but his other hand pressed down on your lower back, keeping you in place. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes.
"Look at you," he mocked, voice dripping with disdain. "So wet for me already. I haven't even started yet, and you're dripping like a needy little slut."
He continued to finger you relentlessly, his thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing in tight, quick circles. You could feel the coil tightening in your belly, your orgasm building fast. But just as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and desperate.
"Please, Sunghoon!" you begged, wiggling your hips, trying to get him to touch you again.
"Please, what?" he mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. "You want to come? Is that it?"
"Yes, please!" you cried out, frustration and arousal mixing together, making you dizzy.
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. "Suck," he ordered, and you obediently wrapped your lips around them, tasting yourself, sucking them clean with a whimper. "Good girl," he praised mockingly.
"You want more? Want me to fuck you like the bratty little whore you are?", he asked, bringing your face closer to his. You nodded eagerly.
He hummed in mock thought, as if considering your request. Then, without another word, he unbuckled his belt, the sound of it sliding through his belt loops making your heart race.
"Alright then, baby," he said, his voice a low growl. "Let's see how well you take my cock."
He positioned himself behind you, lining up his tip with your entrance. He didn't ease in gently; he slammed into you in one hard thrust, knocking the breath out of you. "Take it," he growled. "Take all of it. This is what you wanted, isn't it?". You screamed, the sudden stretch bordering on painful, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed you. He didn't give you time to adjust, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a brutal pace from the start.
His grip on your hips was bruising, his thrusts deep and relentless. Each time he bottomed out, he hit that spot inside you that made your vision go white, pleasure radiating through every nerve.
"You like that?" he panted, voice rough with exertion. "You like being fucked like this? Like the slut you are?"
"Yes! Yes, Sunghoon, please, don't stop!" you begged, the words tumbling out of you without thought.
"Don't worry, baby," he grunted, thrusting even harder, making the couch scrape against the floor with each powerful movement. "I'm not stopping until you're begging me to stop."
He reached around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in quick circles. The added stimulation was too much, and you could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge again. "Come for me, baby," he ordered, his voice commanding. "Come all over my cock."
With a loud cry, you shattered around him, your walls clenching down on him like a vice. He groaned, continuing to thrust through your orgasm, dragging it out until you were a shaking, incoherent mess.
He didn't slow down, even after you'd come, his thrusts still rough and punishing. "Sunghoon, I-I can't-" you gasped, but he cut you off.
"Yes, you can," he growled. "You can take it, and you will."
He didn't relent, and soon, you were on the edge again, overstimulated but craving more. And when he finally came inside you, his groan deep and primal, the feeling of his release pushed you over the edge one last time, another wave of pleasure crashing over you.
Panting heavily, he pulled out, leaving you to collapse on the couch, your body trembling from the intense pleasure. But he wasn't done yet.
"You thought I was done?" he taunted, his voice filled with mock amusement. "I told you I was going to ruin you tonight."
His hand slid down your back, fingers tracing your spine, making you shiver. "Get on all fours," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. "I'm not done with you yet."
Your body moved on instinct, already trained to obey his commands when he was in this mood. You got on your hands and knees, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your body still tingling from your last orgasm. You knew you were in for another round, and the anticipation sent a fresh wave of heat between your legs.
Sunghoon moved behind you, his hands gripping your hips, and you could feel him hardening against your ass again. "I'm going to make sure you never even think about testing me again," he promised darkly, and with a swift thrust, he was inside you again, dragging out a loud, desperate moan from your lips....
Hellooooo may I request Seventeen’s reaction when their SO tells them “I’m super horny right now and I can’t wait”
Oooo I like this....
Seventeen reaction when their S/O tells them, "I'm super horny right now, and I can't wait."
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Warnings: Minors DNI, Sexual content
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S.Coups
Seungcheol's eyes would darken immediately at your words. He'd bite his lip, leaning in close to your ear and whispering, "You're really testing my patience, aren't you?" He wouldn't waste any time, tugging you close and slipping his hand under your clothes right there. "Let's see how long you can keep quiet when I make you feel good."
Jeonghan
Jeonghan's smirk would be pure mischief, his fingers tracing down your arm slowly. "Oh, you can't wait? I like the sound of that." He'd pull you into the nearest secluded corner, his lips already on your neck. "How about I make you cum before we even get out of here? I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Joshua
Joshua's usual soft smile would turn into something darker, more primal. "You're really in the mood, huh?" he'd murmur, his hands sliding under your shirt. "Then how about I take care of you right here, right now? Let me hear you say my name while I make you feel good then, baby."
Jun
Jun's eyes would light up with excitement, his hand already sliding around your waist. "You're super horny? Let's see how much I can drive you wild before we even get to bed." He'd tease you mercilessly, pressing you against the nearest wall and letting his hands roam, knowing exactly how to get you going.
Hoshi
Hoshi would grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't wait, huh? Let's do something about that, then." He'd be playful yet demanding, pulling you onto his lap and sliding a hand up your thigh, his breath hot against your neck as he teases you. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
Wonwoo
Wonwoo would maintain his calm exterior, but his eyes would darken with desire. "You can't wait? I've been thinking about you all day too," he'd say, his voice low and rough. He'd guide you to a quiet spot, his touch growing bolder. "I'm going to take my time with you. I want to hear every sound you make."
Woozi
Woozi's eyes would flash with intensity as he smirked at you. "You're really that worked up? I guess I'll have to take care of that, won't I?" He'd be calculated in his approach, pushing you against the bed and letting his hands explore. "You're not going anywhere until you're completely satisfied."
DK
His usual cheerful demeanour would be replaced by something much darker and more intense. "You're super horny? Then I'm going to have to do something about that," he'd say, already pulling you close. He'd start slow, teasing you with light touches and kisses before getting rougher. "I'm going to make sure you're completely satisfied."
Mingyu
Mingyu's smirk would widen at your words, his eyes darkening with lust. "You're turned on, baby? What am I gonna do with you? Hmmm?" he'd tease, pressing you against the nearest surface. He'd waste no time getting you worked up, his hands exploring your body. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you won't know what hit you." He said pressing his forehead against yours as his hand started to unbutton his shirt.
The8
Minghao's reaction would be subtle but intense. "You're super horny, huh? Guess I'd better do something about that," he'd say, his voice low and husky. He'd be methodical in his approach, taking his time to undress you slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin just enough to make you shiver. "Let's see how many times I can make you come."
Seungkwan
Seungkwan's playful attitude would shift to something more serious, his eyes narrowing in desire. "You can't wait? Then why don't you show me just how much you need me?" he'd say, pulling you close and kissing you deeply. He'd be intense, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed you against him. "I'm not stopping until you're completely undone."
Vernon
Vernon's usual laid-back attitude would change in an instant, his voice dropping low. "You're that worked up? Guess I should help you out then," he'd murmur, pulling you close and running his hands down your body. He'd be slow and deliberate, making sure you feel every touch. "Let's take our time. I want to make sure you're completely satisfied."
Dino
Dino's eyes would darken with lust, his lips curving into a smirk. "You're super horny? Then I'm going to make sure you're satisfied," he'd say, already pulling you down onto the bed. He'd be eager yet thorough, making sure to tease you just enough before diving in. "I'm not stopping until you're begging for more."
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, kissing, penetrative sex
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The sky was painted with hues of amber and rose as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over Dragonstone. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and brine, mingling with the distant roars of dragons as they flew overhead. You stood at the edge of the castle's courtyard, your gaze fixed on the horizon, where Vermax's silhouette was visible against the fading light.
Vermax had grown considerably over the years, his once-sleek form now imposing and powerful. His scales shimmered like molten bronze in the fading light, and his wingspan cast a wide shadow over the courtyard. Once only able to carry a single rider, he was now more than large enough to comfortably saddle two, a testament to the bond he shared with his rider and the strength he had gained over time.
"Are you ready, my love?" Jacaerys's voice broke the tranquility, and you turned to see him approaching, a soft smile playing on his lips. He was already dressed in his riding leathers, the Targaryen crest emblazoned on his chest. His dark curls framed his handsome face, and the sight of him made your heart swell with affection.
"Always," you replied, smiling as you took his outstretched hand. He helped you up onto Vermax's saddle, settling you in front of him so that you were nestled against his chest. The dragon's scales were warm beneath you, and you could feel the rumble of Vermax's breathing as Jacaerys climbed up behind you.
"Soves, Vermax!" with Jace's command, Vermax spread his massive wings, lifting off from the ground with a powerful beat that sent a rush of exhilaration through you. You leaned back against Jacaerys, feeling the solid strength of his body as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as Vermax soared into the sky.
The wind whipped through your hair, the thrill of flight filling your veins as you looked out over the vast expanse of the sea. The world seemed to stretch out infinitely below you, and for a moment, it felt as though you and Jacaerys were the only two people in existence, free and untethered.
Jacaerys's breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in, his voice soft and intimate. "I've always loved seeing the world from up here, but it's even more beautiful with you snuggled close to my chest."
You smiled, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. "I feel the same way, Jace. There's nowhere I'd rather be than here, with you."
He pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin as Vermax banked gently to the left, beginning the descent back to Dragonstone. The island's familiar silhouette came into view, and soon enough, Vermax landed gracefully in the courtyard, the thrill of the ride still buzzing in your veins.
As you dismounted, your two young children of five and three came running out from the castle, their excited giggles filling the air. "Mama! Papa!" they called, their small feet pattering against the stone as they rushed to greet you.
Jacaerys scooped them both up into his arms, laughing as they clung to him with wide grins. "Did you enjoy watching us ride, my little dragons?" he asked, his tone teasing.
"Yes! Did Vermax fly really high?" Your son, who was the oldest, asked, his eyes wide with wonder.
"He did," you replied, ruffling his dark curls. "One day, you'll be riding him with us."
Your daughter of three clung to your leg, looking up at you with wide eyes. "Can I fly with Vermax too, Mama?"
"Of course, sweetling," you said, crouching down to press a kiss to her forehead. "But not until you're a little older. Then you can ride your own dragon, too."
"Mine own dragon is small. I want to ride Vermax!", the little boy exclaimed, his eyes twinkling. Your daughter giggled, copying her brother's enthusiasm towards your husband's dragon.
Jacaerys set the children down, watching as they scampered off to play, their laughter echoing through the courtyard. He turned to you, his expression softening as he took your hand in his. "Looks like they've got a lot to do. Shall we retire for the evening as well, my princess?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.
Your heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes, and you nodded, your own desire mirroring his. "Lead the way, my prince."
He took your hand, leading you through the castle's corridors to your chambers. The moment the door closed behind you, the air between you shifted, crackling with a familiar intensity that had only grown stronger over the years. Jacaerys wasted no time, pulling you into a searing kiss that left you breathless, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive urgency.
You moaned into his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair as you tugged him closer, the heat between you building with every touch, every kiss. His hands found the ties of your riding leathers, and with practiced ease, he began to undress you, his movements quick but deliberate, as though he couldn't bear to be apart from you for a moment longer.
Once your clothes were discarded, Jacaerys guided you to the bed, laying you down gently before stripping off his own leathers. His eyes raked over your naked form, a dark hunger burning in their depths as he crawled over you, his body pressing down against yours with a delicious weight.
His lips found your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone, his hands mapping out every curve of your body as though he were committing you to memory all over again. The familiarity of his touch, the way he knew exactly how to make you gasp and moan, only heightened your arousal, and you arched into him, your body begging for more.
"Jace," you breathed, your voice trembling with need as you felt him pressing against your thigh, hot and hard. "Please..."
His response was a low growl against your skin as he positioned himself between your thighs, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss as he slowly pushed into you. The sensation of him filling you was both familiar and exhilarating, the perfect blend of pleasure and connection that came from years of loving each other so intimately.
You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and slow, each one drawing out a wave of pleasure that left you trembling beneath him. The way he filled you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, was nothing short of bliss, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core with every thrust.
Jacaerys's pace quickened, his breathing growing more ragged as he drove into you with increasing intensity, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he took you higher and higher. The room was filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the slapping of skin against skin, the breathless moans and gasps that escaped your lips as you chased the peak of ecstasy.
It wasn't long before you felt yourself on the edge, your body trembling with the force of your impending release. Jacaerys could feel it too, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his own climax, his lips pressing wet kisses to your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he could reach.
With one final, deep thrust, you were both sent over the edge, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release washing over you in a flood of sensation. Jacaerys followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he spilled his seed into you, his hands clutching at your hips as he rode out the last shudders of his release.
For a moment, the world seemed to still, the only sound in the room the ragged breaths of Jacaerys and yours. Jacaerys slowly lowered himself down beside you, pulling you into his arms as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his hands stroking gently over your hair as you both caught your breath.
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The light started to dim through the windows as you lay entwined in Jacaerys's arms, the warmth of his body a comforting presence beside you. The evening had been one of passion and love, a reminder of the deep bond you shared as husband and wife.
Jacaerys pulled your face closer once more, fingers entangled in your hair. He started to kiss you softly, his neediness growing once more.
A soft knock on the door pulled you from your passionate moment, and Jacaerys groaned, burying his face in your neck as if to shield himself from the inevitable intrusion.
"Go away, Luke," Jacaerys called out, his voice muffled against your skin.
The door creaked open, and Lucerys peeked in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Mother says dinner is ready, and she sent me to fetch you. Or should I tell her you're otherwise occupied?"
You laughed, swatting at Jacaerys's shoulder playfully as he groaned again. "We'll be down in a moment, Luke," you said, trying to suppress your own amusement.
"Take your time," Lucerys replied with a wink before closing the door behind him, leaving you and Jacaerys alone once more.
Just as you were about to settle back into Jacaerys's embrace, the door flew open again, this time with Rhaena and Joffrey barging in, both grinning like fools. "Are you two planning to stay in bed?" Rhaena teased, crossing her arms with an exaggerated sigh.
"Seems like it," Joffrey added with a wink, making you and Jacaerys exchange amused glances.
Jacaerys sighed, rolling onto his back as he gazed up at the ceiling, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I suppose we should join the others before they send the whole castle to drag us out."
You chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his chest before reluctantly sliding out of bed. As you began to dress, you couldn't help but steal glances at your husband, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he stretched, the marks of your passion still visible on his skin. The sight sent a thrill through you, a reminder of the love and desire you shared.
Jacaerys finally rose from the bed, pulling on his own clothes with a lazy ease that only made him more irresistible. He caught your eye and smirked, clearly aware of the effect he had on you. "Don't look at me like that, or we might never leave this room," he teased, his tone light and playful.
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile as you finished dressing. "As tempting as that sounds, we do have responsibilities, my love."
He sighed dramatically, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away. "Very well, let's face them together."
Hand in hand, you made your way to the dining hall, where the rest of the family was already gathered. The children were seated at the table, eagerly digging into their dinner, while Rhaenyra and Daemon conversed quietly at the head of the table. Lucerys, Rhaena, Baela, and Joffrey were seated nearby, their faces lighting up as they spotted you and Jacaerys entering the room.
"There they are!" Lucerys exclaimed, a teasing grin on his face. "We were starting to think you'd decided to skip dinner altogether."
Jacaerys chuckled, squeezing your hand as you both took your seats. "Not today, Luke. We wouldn't want to miss out on Mother's famous lemon cakes."
Rhaenyra glanced over at you both, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "I trust you two had a good restful evening?"
The slight arch of her brow made you blush, but you managed to maintain your composure. "Very restful, Your Grace," you replied, trying to keep your tone light.
Daemon smirked, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Good to see the young ones are still keeping the fire alive."
Rhaenyra shot him a look, but there was amusement in her eyes as well. "Let them be, Daemon. They're allowed their moments of happiness."
As dinner continued, the atmosphere remained light and filled with laughter, the warmth of family, and the bonds that had been forged through love and loyalty. Your children chattered excitedly about their plans for the next day, while Jacaerys stole occasional glances at you, his eyes filled with an affection that made your heart swell.
After dinner, the family began to disperse, each member heading off to their chambers. As you stood to leave, Joffrey approached with a sly grin on his face. "If you two ever need a babysitter for the little ones, I'm sure Lucerys and I could be persuaded," he offered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
You laughed, swatting his arm playfully. "I'll keep that in mind, Joffrey. But don't think I didn't notice how you conveniently avoided the last time we asked."
Lucerys joined in on the teasing. "I'm sure Vermax could help keep them entertained. He's always up for a game of 'Chase the Dragon, isn't he?"
Jacaerys rolled his eyes, but the fond smile on his lips betrayed his amusement. "Just remember, you're the one who has to explain it to Mother if anything goes wrong."
The banter continued as you made your way out of the dining hall. The day had been beautiful. Your heart swelled with happiness and appreciation for your family.
But as you and Jacaerys walked hand in hand through the corridors of Dragonstone, the warmth of his touch and the memory of the evening lingered between you, a silent promise of the passion and love that would continue to burn bright, no matter what the future held. You just knew the passion was not over for the night. The chambers tonight will be....... eventful.
Seventeen Members React to Their Partner Initiating Sex at an Unusual Time
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Warnings: nsfw, Minors DNI
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S.Coups
Seungcheol would be caught off guard but immediately turned on. If you try to get frisky during a serious moment, like in the middle of a meeting or while he’s working, he’d give you a stern look, but it wouldn’t last long. The second you start teasing him, he’d smirk and say something like, "You really can’t wait, can you?" He loooves the bratty side of you, and he loves to play into it. He’d take a moment to find a way to get you both alone, where he’d make sure to reward you for your boldness. He will NOT be soft.
Jeonghan
Jeonghan would love the thrill of it. If you start touching him during a movie or try to get handsy when you’re out somewhere, he’d play along with a mischievous smile. "You’re really in the mood now?" he’d tease, clearly enjoying the situation. He’d take his time, dragging out the moment just to see how desperate you can get before finally pulling you somewhere private to finish what you started.
Joshua
Joshua would be a bit surprised at first but secretly thrilled. If you initiate in a situation like during a meeting or when you’re supposed to be focusing on something else, he’d blush slightly and try to keep his composure. But your persistence would get to him, and soon enough, he’d give in, finding a way to slip away with you. "You’re going to get us in trouble," he’d whisper, but the excitement in his voice would betray him as he pulls you close.
Jun
Jun would be all for it. He’s always up for a little spontaneity, so if you start making moves in an unexpected place, like in the middle of a dinner or while out with friends, he’d get excited right away. "You’re so bad," he’d whisper, grinning as he starts playing along. He’d find a way to make it happen, taking you somewhere more private and making sure you both enjoy the thrill of the moment.
Hoshi
Hoshi would be surprised but very excited. If you start teasing him during something like a practice session or while you’re supposed to be watching a show, he’d try to focus but quickly give in to the temptation. "You really want to do this now?" he’d ask, his voice filled with excitement. He’d sneak you away as soon as he could, loving the rush of doing something so risky. He loves to match your freak.
Wonwoo
Wonwoo might seem reserved, but the idea of you initiating at an unusual time would awaken something in him. If you try to distract him during a quiet moment, like while he’s reading or working, he’d be surprised but intrigued. He’d put down whatever he was doing, giving you a look that says you’re in for it now. He’d take his time getting you alone, loving the idea of giving in to your desires when you least expect it. He would try to show you that he disapproves of it, but will take control and fuck you senseless either way. "Tsk, you really are a bad girl y/n"
Woozi
Woozi would be caught off guard, especially if you start teasing him while he’s in the studio or focused on his work. He’d give you a look that’s part amusement, part disbelief. "You’re really going to try that now?" he’d ask, but he wouldn’t be able to resist for long. Once you have his attention, he’d find a way to wrap things up quickly so he can give you his full focus, making sure the wait was worth it.
DK
DK would be surprised but definitely excited. If you start touching him during something like a concert or when you’re out in public, he’d get flustered but wouldn’t want to stop you. "Are you serious right now?" he’d ask with a laugh, but the excitement in his eyes would be clear. He’d try to keep it together until he could get you alone, where he’d let all that built-up tension out.
Mingyu
Mingyu would be instantly turned on. If you start making moves during an unexpected moment, like in the middle of a social event, he’d smirk and play along immediately. "You just can’t wait, can you?" he’d whisper in your ear, running a finger down your back, tracing your spine, loving the thrill of it. His breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. It would turn a switch on him, making him dominant instantly. He’d find a way to sneak away with you, where he’d be more than ready to satisfy your sudden urges. But be careful. He does not stop with one round.
The8
The8 would be calm on the surface but secretly very into it. If you initiate in a moment that catches him off guard, like during a dinner, he’d give you a look that says he’s intrigued. He wouldn’t rush it, though. He’d enjoy the anticipation, dragging out the moment until you’re practically begging for more. "You're needy for me, baby? Beg for it," he'd whisper in your ear as he slid his hand between your thighs. Then he’d take you somewhere private and make sure it was worth the wait.
Seungkwan
Seungkwan would be flustered but excited. If you start teasing him during an unexpected time, like during a serious conversation or while out with friends, he’d blush and try to keep it together. "Are you crazy?" he’d whisper, but the excitement would be clear in his voice. He’d try to find a way to sneak away with you, where he’d let go and fully indulge in the moment, making sure you both enjoy the thrill.
Vernon
Vernon would be surprised but quickly catch on to the idea. If you start making a move in a quiet moment, like while watching a movie or during a low-key hangout with friends, he’d smirk and play it cool. "You’re really trying to start something now?" he’d ask, clearly intrigued. He’d go along with it, finding a way to slip away with you so you can continue without any interruptions.
Dino
Dino would be a mix of surprise and excitement. If you initiate during an unexpected time, like in the middle of a game or while you’re supposed to be doing something else, he’d be a bit flustered but very into it. "You’re really in the mood now?" he’d ask with a grin, already thinking of how to make it happen. He’d find a way to sneak off with you, eager to do all things imaginable.
Seungcheol would be delighted about it. When you tell him about your size kink, he'd give you that confident smirk of his and pull you close. "You like how big I am, huh?" He'd tease, enjoying the way you melt against him. He'd definitely use his strength to his advantage, pinning you down and making you feel just how much bigger and stronger he is. The idea of you getting off on how he towers over you would turn him on like crazy.
Jeonghan
Jeonghan would be super into teasing you about it. He'd catch on quick, noticing how you react when he stands over you or pulls you into his lap. "So, you like feeling small around me?" he'd say with that playful grin. During sex, he'd love watching you squirm under him, his body completely covering yours as he whispers dirty things in your ear about how much you love his size.
Joshua
Joshua might seem sweet and innocent, but once he knows what you're into, he'd lean into it hard. He'd love making you feel small and delicate next to him. He'd be the type to press you up against the wall, lifting you with ease and making you gasp as he takes control. He'd get off on the way your body reacts to his, loving how much you crave that size difference.
Jun
Jun would be super curious and excited to explore this kink with you. He'd find ways to make the size difference even more apparent, like lifting you effortlessly or pressing you into the mattress with his weight. He'd love hearing you beg for him to take you deeper, knowing it's his size that's driving you wild. The more you show him you like it, the more he'd want to push your limits.
Hoshi
Hoshi would turn your size kink into a playful game. He'd tease you relentlessly, flexing his muscles and making jokes about how much you love feeling small next to him. But when things get heated, he'd get serious, loving how you respond to the way he manhandles you. He'd enjoy making you feel tiny beneath him, using his size to make you scream his name.
Wonwoo
Wonwoo is a kinky man. You can't convince me otherwise. He'd definitely take note of your kink and use it to his advantage. He'd love the idea of making you feel overwhelmed by him, especially when he's on top, covering you with his body. His deep voice would drop even lower as he whispers in your ear, "You love how big I am, don't you?" He'd find it incredibly sexy how much you're into the size difference and would make sure you feel it every time.
Woozi
Woozi would catch on quickly to your size kink and be more than happy to play into it. He'd love making you feel small and at his mercy, using his strength and commanding presence to take control. He'd pin you down, his voice low and teasing as he asks, "You like it when I make you feel this way, don't you?" The idea of overpowering you and seeing how much you love it would turn him on even more, making him want to push your limits just to see you beg for more.
DK
DK would be excited when he finds out you have a size kink. He'd love the idea of making you feel small and protected. He'd be all about using his body to show you just how much bigger he is, lifting you up or pinning you down. He'd get turned on by the way you react to his strength, loving every second of making you feel tiny and powerless beneath him.
Mingyu
I think the size difference would be a given with Mingyu. His size would naturally play into your kink, and he'd be more than happy to indulge you. He'd love towering over you, using his height and muscles to make you feel completely at his mercy. He'd enjoy watching you squirm as he holds you down, whispering in your ear how much you love it when he takes control. He'd be turned on by how much you crave his size, using it to drive you both wild.
The8
The8 would be intrigued by your size kink and would get creative with it. He'd love finding new ways to make you feel small, like holding you tight or pinning you against the bed. His slender but strong frame would make the perfect contrast, and he'd enjoy seeing you get off on how he handles you. He'd be quietly confident, loving how much power he has over you in those moments.
Seungkwan
Seungkwan would be a bit cheeky about it, loving that you're into his size. He'd tease you during the day, making playful comments about how much you love it when he takes control. But when things get serious, he'd love using his strength to make you feel tiny and overwhelmed. He'd enjoy watching you react to his size, loving how much you're into it.
Vernon
Vernon tried to be pretty chill about it, but once he realizes how much you're into his size, he'd start to enjoy showing it off. He'd love the way you react when he presses you up against the wall or lifts you onto his lap. He'd be into making you feel small and protected, loving the way you melt under his touch. His calm demeanour would only make it hotter when he finally takes control.
Dino
Dino would be excited to explore this kink with you, loving the idea that you're into his size. He'd take pride in making you feel small and overwhelmed, using his strength to hold you down or lift you up with ease. He'd be all about pushing your buttons, loving the way you react to his touch. The more you show him you like it, the more he'd want to dominate you.
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Send in requests if you want more of these, guys..... This one kinda sucks, but I'll try....
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, kissing, penetrative sex, oral fem receiving, virginity, slight angst in the beginning
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The hall was adorned with the finest tapestries of House Velaryon and the dragon-sigil banners of House Targaryen. Every detail of the wedding had been planned to perfection, each element a reminder of the union between the eldest son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the noble daughter of House Stark, Lady Y/N. Yet, amidst the grandeur, a deep-seated coldness lingered in Jacaerys Velaryon’s heart.
Y/N had heard the whispers among the courtiers, the talk of her husband’s resentment towards this marriage, a union born of political necessity rather than love. She had tried to show kindness, to be patient and understanding, but her efforts seemed to meet an unyielding wall of indifference.
On the night of their wedding, Y/N stood in the dimly lit bedchamber, her heart heavy with uncertainty. The gown she wore felt too ornate, too foreign against her skin, a symbol of the life she had entered into—a life where her husband did not yet see her as his wife.
Jacaerys entered the room, his steps heavy with the weight of duty. His dark curls fell messily around his face, his expression unreadable. He looked at Y/N with a distant gaze, one that pierced her heart more than any harsh words could.
“I will not consummate this marriage tonight,” he said, his voice cold and detached.
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, but she managed a small nod, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “As you wish, my prince.”
Without another word, Jacaerys turned away, retreating to a separate chamber. The door closed with a resounding finality, leaving Y/N alone in the silence of the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the flickering flames in the hearth, tears welling in her eyes.
Days passed, and the distance between them remained, a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge. Y/N continued to show him kindness in every small way she could—placing flowers from the garden on his table, ensuring his favorite dishes were served at meals, and offering him gentle smiles whenever their paths crossed. But Jacaerys, consumed by his own anger and frustration, remained aloof.
One evening, after a particularly tense day in the court, Jacaerys found Y/N sitting by the fire in their shared chambers, her needlework resting on her lap. She looked up as he entered, her eyes soft and welcoming, despite the coldness he had shown her.
He hesitated at the threshold, a wave of guilt washing over him. “Lady Y/N…”
Y/N set aside her needlework, her hands trembling slightly as she rose to her feet. “Yes, Jacaerys?”
He crossed the room, his steps slow and uncertain. “I owe you an apology,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been unfair to you, and for that, I am truly sorry.”
Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she stepped closer to him, her heart aching at the sincerity in his words. “I know it must be hard for you, Jacaerys,” she said softly, her hand reaching out to gently touch his cheek. “I understand the frustration you must feel, but I want you to know that your mother did this out of love for you. She wants the best for you, as any mother would.”
Jacaerys closed his eyes at the warmth of her touch, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. “I… I’ve been so blind, so wrapped up in my own anger that I didn’t see how much this must have hurt you.”
Y/N shook her head gently, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “You resemble her so much, you know. You’re strong, determined, and you carry the weight of your responsibilities with such grace. I see so much of her in you, Jacaerys.”
Her words struck a chord deep within him, unraveling the layers of bitterness he had clung to. “I don’t deserve your kindness, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
“Jacaerys,” she whispered, her voice filled with a sweetness that tugged at his heartstrings. “I won’t rush you into anything. Take your time… I’ll wait for you, Jacaerys.”
She leaned in, pressing a soft, innocent kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for just a moment before she pulled away. Her gesture was simple, yet it carried the weight of her unwavering patience and understanding.
Jacaerys opened his eyes, meeting her gaze with a newfound respect and admiration. The tears that glistened in her eyes mirrored the emotions swirling within him—regret, sorrow, and a burgeoning affection that he had been too blind to see.
Weeks passed, and the tension between them slowly began to thaw. Jacaerys found himself noticing the small things Y/N did for him-the way she always made sure his favorite cloak was laid out on colder mornings, or how she would leave little notes for him on his desk, offering words of encouragement or gentle reminders to take care of himself.
Y/N's presence became a comforting balm to his troubled mind. He found solace in her quiet strength, in the way she never pushed him but was always there, a steady and unwavering force in his life. He began to seek her out more, not out of obligation, but because he genuinely enjoyed her company.
Yet, despite their growing closeness, there was still a part of him that held back. The wounds of his resentment were slow to heal, and while he had apologized, he knew there was still much he needed to make amends for.
One day, during a particularly heated council meeting, Jacaerys found himself at odds with several of the lords. A dispute had arisen over the borders of their lands, with some of the noble houses threatening to withdraw their support from Rhaenyra if their demands were not met. The situation was tense, with tempers flaring and no clear solution in sight.
Jacaerys felt the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, the burden of leadership heavy on his shoulders. As the meeting adjourned, he remained in the council chamber, lost in thought and frustration. He knew he had to find a way to resolve the issue, but the path forward seemed fraught with obstacles.
It wasn't until later that evening, when he returned to his chambers, that he learned the dispute had been resolved. His steward, a loyal servant who had been with the family for many years, informed him that the situation had been handled swiftly and effectively.
"How?" Jacaerys asked, surprise evident in his voice. "Who intervened?"
The steward smiled gently, a twinkle of pride in his eyes. "It was your lady wife, my prince. She met with the lords personally and convinced them to reconsider their positions. She spoke with such wisdom and grace that they could not refuse her."
Jacaerys was stunned. "Y/N... she did this?"
The steward nodded. "Indeed, my prince. She risked much to ensure the peace, she risked her life and the future of house Stark, and she did it all for you."
Jacaerys felt a wave of emotions crash over him - gratitude, admiration, and a deep sense of guilt. He had underestimated her and failed to see the strength and courage she possessed. And now, she had risked her and her house'e safety, all for his sake.
Without another word, Jacaerys turned and sprinted towards their chambers, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to see her, to thank her, to apologize for all the ways he had wronged her.
As he approached their chambers, he slowed his pace, his eyes catching sight of Y/N standing on the balcony, her figure bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. She was looking out at the evening sky, her expression serene and peaceful, unaware of the turmoil raging within him.
Jacaerys took a moment to drink in the sight of her, his heart swelling with a newfound admiration and love. He had been a fool, blind to the treasure he had been given in her. But no more. He would make it right.
He entered the chambers quietly, dismissing the servants with a quick wave of his hand. As Y/N turned to face him, surprise flickered across her features. "Jacaerys, is everything alright?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.
Jacaerys didn't answer her with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, his hands reaching out to cup her face as he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was urgent, filled with all the pent-up emotions he had been holding back-his guilt, his regret, and the growing love he could no longer deny.
Y/N gasped against his lips, her hands instinctively clutching at his tunic as she tried to steady herself. The intensity of his kiss took her by surprise, but she responded in kind, her heart racing as she melted into his embrace.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's as they tried to catch their breath.
"Why?" Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why now?"
Jacaerys closed his eyes, his hands still cradling her face. "Because I've been a fool, Y/N. I've been blind to the love you've shown me, to the sacrifices you've made. I've failed you as a husband, and I'm so, so sorry."
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she listened to his words, her heart aching at the sincerity in his voice. "You don't have to apologize, Jacaerys," she whispered, her thumbs gently brushing away the tears that had begun to fall from his eyes. "I understand why you were angry. I never held it against you."
"But I should have been better," he insisted, his voice cracking with emotion. "I should have seen what was right in front of me all along. You are everything I never knew I needed, and I've been too blind to see it."
Y/N smiled softly, her hands moving to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. "I'm here, Jacaerys. I've always been here, waiting for you to see that."
Jacaerys leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "And I see it now, my love. I see you, and I'll never let you go."
With those words, he captured her lips in another kiss, this one softer, sweeter, yet filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away. As their lips moved together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, bound together by the love that had finally blossomed between them.
Without breaking the kiss, Jacaerys lifted her into his arms, carrying her into the room. He moved with purpose, the weight of his earlier fears and doubts melting away as he focused solely on her.
They made their way to the bed, their hands roaming each other's bodies, their touches both tender and urgent. As they finally broke apart to catch their breath, Jacaerys gazed down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire. His hands trembled slightly as he set her down softly on the soft bed.
He paused for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her, drinking in every detail of her face. She was everything he had ever wanted, everything he had never known he needed.
As he began to remove her gown, he noticed the way her hands trembled, the way her breath quickened with nerves. Her wide eyes, usually so filled with kindness and warmth, now held a flicker of fear.
Jacaerys stopped immediately, his hands coming up to gently cup her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks in a soothing gesture.
"Y/N..." he began softly, his voice tender as he searched her eyes. "Do you know what is to happen between us now?"
She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "Um... Consummation?"
"Yes, my love," Jacaerys confirmed with a soft smile, "but do you know what we are about to do? Are you okay with it?"
Y/N looked down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I don't... Jacaerys, I have never been taught what I am to do on a consummation night... I have never been touched..."
Jacaerys's heart ached at her confession, his hands moving to gently hold hers. "It's alright, my love," he assured her, his voice filled with understanding. "I have never touched a woman either... But I have picked up a few instructions from my nuisance uncles and brothers..."
Y/N let out a nervous laugh, her tension easing slightly at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I've never done this before either."
Jacaerys leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers as he whispered, "Don't be nervous, Y/N. We'll learn this together, alright?"
She nodded slowly, her trust in him evident in the way she looked up at him, her eyes softening as she took comfort in his presence.
Jacaerys smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before moving to undress her, his movements slow and deliberate, giving her time to adjust. With each layer that fell away, he could feel her nervousness returning, but he kept his touch light, his kisses gentle, murmuring reassurances as he went.
When she was finally bare before him, Jacaerys took a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over her body with a mix of awe and reverence. She was beautiful, more beautiful than he had ever imagined, and he felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him, a deep desire to cherish and worship every part of her.
He undressed himself next, his movements unhurried, giving her time to take him in as well. When he was finally naked, he moved to join her on the bed, his body hovering over hers as he leaned down to kiss her, their lips meeting in a slow, tender embrace.
Jacaerys deepened the kiss, his hands beginning to explore her body with a newfound confidence. He started at her neck, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone, moving lower with each breath. His hands followed suit, tracing the curves of her body, caressing her with a gentleness that made her shiver.
As his hands traveled lower, Y/N let out a small gasp, her body tensing slightly at the unfamiliar sensation. Jacaerys paused, lifting his head to look at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, though her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I'm just... I'm just nervous," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.
Jacaerys smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. "You're doing so well, my love," he murmured against her mouth. "Just let me take care of you. We'll take it slow."
Y/N nodded again, her body relaxing slightly as she gave herself over to him, trusting him completely. Jacaerys continued his exploration, his hands moving lower until they found the heat between her thighs.
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting hers in silent question. When she nodded, giving him permission, he gently parted her legs, his fingers finding the slickness there. He began to stroke her slowly, his touch light and teasing, his eyes never leaving hers.
Y/N gasped at the sensation, her hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure began to build within her. Jacaerys watched her closely, his own arousal growing as he saw the way her body responded to his touch.
He leaned down to kiss her again, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate movements, coaxing more moans from her lips.
Jacaerys trailed soft kisses down her body, his lips worshiping every inch of her skin as he descended lower, his heart pounding in his chest. When he finally reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of her fully exposed to him.
For a moment, he simply stared, captivated by her beauty. His eyes traced the delicate folds of her heat, his fingers covered in her slick, his admiration evident in the way his gaze lingered. His heart swelled with a mixture of awe and desire, and he knew he wanted to worship her in every way possible.
He slowly lifted his eyes to meet hers, his hand gently brushing against her inner thigh. "Can I kiss you," he asked, his voice a low murmur filled with reverence. His gaze flicked back down to her heat, his fingers gently brushing over her petals as he added, "Here?"
Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her face flushing a deep shade of red at his request. She hesitated for a brief moment, the unfamiliarity of the situation making her heart race. But when she saw the tenderness in his eyes, the genuine care in his voice, she nodded, her consent given with a shy smile.
Jacaerys didn't hesitate. He dipped his head lower, his lips pressing a soft, exploratory kiss to her most intimate place. He could feel her body tense beneath him, her nerves evident, but he continued his ministrations with a gentleness that put her at ease.
He parted her folds with his tongue, tasting her for the first time, and the experience sent a surge of arousal through him. Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and heady, and he found himself eager to please her, to draw more of those delicious sounds from her lips.
As his tongue explored her, he kept his movements slow and deliberate, paying close attention to her reactions. When he found the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core, he circled it with his tongue, his movements steady and rhythmic.
Y/N let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly in response to the pleasure that began to build within her. Jacaerys smiled against her, the sound of her pleasure fueling his own desire as he continued his oral ministrations.
He alternated between teasing flicks of his tongue and gentle sucking, his hands holding her hips in place as she writhed beneath him. He was determined to bring her to the peak of pleasure, to show her just how much he cared for her, how much he wanted to make this experience unforgettable for both of them.
When he felt her thighs begin to tremble, her moans growing louder, he knew she was close. He doubled down on his efforts, his tongue working her with an urgency that matched the need in his own body.
With a final, firm stroke of his tongue, he sent her tumbling over the edge, her body convulsing as she cried out his name, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her. Jacaerys continued to lave her with his tongue, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering, breathless mess beneath him.
Only then did he pull away, his lips glistening with her arousal as he moved back up her body, his eyes filled with love and admiration as he took in the sight of her, flushed and panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
He leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, sharing her taste with her as he murmured, "You're so beautiful, Y/N. I want to make you feel like this every day."
His voice was gentle, yet lust full. Getting her warmed up for the most intense part was his intention.
When he felt she was ready, he moved to position himself between her legs, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and trust. "Yes, Jacaerys... I'm ready."
He nodded, taking a deep breath as he guided himself to her entrance. He moved slowly, inching forward with careful precision, his eyes locked on hers as he watched for any sign of discomfort.
When he finally began to push inside, Y/N let out a small cry, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar stretch. Jacaerys paused immediately, his hands coming up to cradle her face as he kissed her gently, murmuring soothing words against her lips.
"You're doing so well, my love," he whispered. "Just relax. I'll go slow."
He resumed his movements, inching forward until he was fully seated inside her. He stilled for a moment, giving her time to adjust, his hands stroking her hair and face as he whispered words of comfort and love.
When he felt her body begin to relax around him, he started to move, his thrusts slow and gentle at first, allowing her to get used to the sensation. He could feel her tightness around him, her body clenching in response to his every movement, and it took all of his self-control not to lose himself completely.
Y/N moaned softly, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she began to move with him, her body responding to the pleasure he was giving her. Jacaerys leaned down to kiss her again, his lips moving against hers as he began to increase the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside her.
As their bodies moved together, the room filled with the sounds of their pleasure-soft moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Jacaerys's hands roamed her body, caressing her in all the right places, eliciting more moans from her lips.
He could feel the tension building within him, the tight coil of pleasure ready to snap at any moment. But he held back, wanting to bring her to the brink with him, wanting them to reach the pinnacle of their passion together.
"Jacaerys..." Y/N moaned, her voice breathless and filled with need.
Jacaerys's heart swelled at the sound of his name on her lips, the way she said it sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. "Say it again," he urged her, his voice husky with desire.
"Jacaerys..." she repeated, her voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.
Jacaerys groaned, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt himself nearing the edge. He reached down between them, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core, stroking her in time with his thrusts.
The combination of his movements and his touch sent Y/N spiralling, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge of release. "Jacaerys... I... I'm..." she gasped, her voice catching in her throat as she struggled to form words.
"Let go, my love," Jacaerys urged her, his own voice strained as he fought to hold back his own release. "I'm right here with you. Just let go."
With his words, Y/N finally fell over the edge, her body convulsing as pleasure washed over her in waves. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she cried out his name, her body clenching tightly around him as she came undone.
Jacaerys followed moments later, his own release crashing over him with an intensity that left him breathless. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her, their bodies still moving together in the aftermath of their passion.
They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Jacaerys pressed soft kisses to her skin, murmuring words of love and adoration against her ear.
When he finally pulled away, he looked down at her, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "You're everything to me, Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me."
Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. "And I will spend the rest of mine loving you, Jacaerys," she replied, her voice soft and filled with love.
Jacaerys leaned down to kiss her again, their lips meeting in a slow, tender embrace, a promise of the future they would face together, hand in hand, heart to heart.
Warnings: Minors DNI, Sexual content, swearing, making out, penetrative sex, vulgar language, degradation, irresponsible driving(drive safe kids), unprotected sex (use condoms y'all, they were made for a reason!) DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR!!!
As you and Mingyu pulled into the driveway, the tension in the car was thick, practically suffocating. His words from earlier echoed in your mind, and you felt your thighs pressing together even more tightly as you tried to follow his command. The heat between you hadn't dissipated; if anything, it had only intensified during the drive home.
Mingyu turned off the engine and looked over at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's see how well you listened to me," he murmured as he leaned over, his hand slipping between your thighs. His fingers found their way to your entrance, and you let out a soft whimper as he pressed against your soaked core.
"Good girl," he murmured, satisfied with the way you had kept his seed inside you. He pulled back, tracing his fingers along the waistband of your skirt. "But we're not done yet," he added, voice dark and full of promise.
He got out of the car first, walking around to your side to open the door for you. As you stepped out, your legs felt weak, trembling slightly from the intense ride you'd just had. Mingyu's eyes were on you the entire time, watching as you tried to regain your composure.
The moment you were inside the house, Mingyu slammed the door shut behind you, pinning you against it with his large frame. His lips crashed onto yours, and the kiss was anything but gentle. It was needy, possessive, as if he wanted to claim every part of you. His hands roamed your body, tugging at the hem of your skirt before sliding up to cup your ass.
"I warned you about that skirt, didn't I?" he growled against your lips, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was dark and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. "But you didn't listen. You never do."
"I'm sorry," you whispered breathlessly, though the apology held little weight. The way your body responded to him was an admission of guilt, a silent acknowledgement that you'd done it on purpose, wanting to rile him up.
He chuckled, a low, almost sinister sound that made your heart race. "Oh, I know you are," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But you're going to make it up to me, aren't you?"
Before you could respond, Mingyu spun you around, pressing your front against the door. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your skirt, pulling them down slowly, teasingly. His hands moved faster, roughly pulling your skirt down down and letting the fabric pool at your feet. You stepped out of it, your legs trembling slightly as he ran his hands over your bare skin. "You're going to be a good girl for me now, aren't you?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question. It was an expectation.
"Yes," you whispered, the word barely audible as your body buzzed with anticipation.
Mingyu's hands slid up your thighs, parting them slightly as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel his hard length pressing against you, still clothed, and it drove you wild with need. "Bend over," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.
You obeyed, leaning forward and pressing your hands against the door for support. The sound of Mingyu unzipping his pants filled the room, and your heart raced in anticipation. He wasted no time, positioning himself at your entrance before pushing inside you with one rough thrust.
A cry escaped your lips as he filled you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. Mingyu didn't give you time to adjust, his pace relentless as he pounded into you from behind. Each thrust was harder than the last, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small space.
"You like this, don't you?" Mingyu taunted, his hand coming down to smack your ass, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. "Getting fucked like a slut right after teasing me all night."
"Yes," you gasped, unable to deny the pleasure coursing through your body. "I love it."
"Good," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he continued to drive into you. "Because this is what you deserve."
His words, harsh and degrading, only served to heighten your arousal. Your mind was a haze of pleasure and submission, completely at his mercy. The way he took control, using your body for his own satisfaction, sent you spiraling closer to the edge.
Mingyu's hand slipped between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation was too much, and you felt your orgasm building rapidly. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
With a few more rough thrusts, you were pushed over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your walls clenched around him, and the feeling of you tightening around his cock sent him over the edge as well. He came with a low groan, spilling himself inside you just as he had in the car.
Your body trembles slightly, the aftershocks of your release still lingering, and he notices, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in, capturing your mouth in a slow, deep kiss, his tongue teasing yours as he savours the taste of your pleasure.
"You were so good for me," he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and filled with praise. His hands move to your waist, holding you close as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if he can't get enough of you. The intensity of the moment begins to build again, the fire between you both reigniting as his fingers trace the curve of your spine.
When you finally pull back, gasping for air, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your skin.
Mingyu's hand slipped down to the curve of your waist, gripping it firmly as he tilted your chin up to face him. He kissed you once more, soft and slow. Without breaking the kiss, he guided you backwards until you felt the edge of the couch pressing against your thighs. In one swift motion, he lifted you onto it, laying you on your back as he hovered over you, his dark eyes burning with renewed desire.
He parted your legs with a gentle but insistent touch, settling between them as he aligned himself with your entrance once more. His lips never left yours as he pushed into you, filling you completely with a slow, deliberate thrust that made you arch against him, a moan escaping your lips.
"Not done with you yet, baby," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and husky. He began to move, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last, building a steady rhythm that had you clinging to him, your nails digging into his back as pleasure coursed through your veins.
Mingyu's mouth trailed from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there, marking you as his. His hand moved down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he quickened his pace, driving you both closer to the edge once more.
When you finally reached your peak together, the pleasure was overwhelming, crashing over you like a wave. Your body trembled beneath him as he continued to thrust into you, drawing out every last bit of sensation until you were both spent, your breathing ragged.
You both stayed like that for a moment, breathless and spent, him still inside of you, his eyes softening slightly as he took in your flushed, satisfied expression. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips, a stark contrast to the roughness from before.
"Good girl," he murmured against your lips, pulling back to look at you with a satisfied smirk. "You did well."
You smiled up at him, your heart still racing from the intensity of what had just happened. "Thank you," you whispered, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.
As you lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Mingyu gently kissed your forehead, his lips soft and tender against your skin. He pulled out of you slowly, making sure not to cause any discomfort, and reached for a tissue from the nearby table.
With a gentleness that contrasted with the raw passion of the moments before, Mingyu carefully cleaned you up, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh as he did so. "You were perfect," he whispered, his voice full of admiration as he continued to tenderly wipe away the evidence of your shared pleasure.
Once you were clean, Mingyu discarded the tissue and gathered you into his arms, holding you close as he peppered your face with light kisses. His fingers brushed through your hair, calming the wild strands that had fallen across your face during your intense lovemaking.
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze softening as he smiled down at you. He went into the bathroom, and the sound of running water soothed your senses. He came out soon after.
"I filled the tub. Let's get you properly cleaned up," he murmured, lifting you up effortlessly as he carried you to the bathroom. He laid you down gently, joining you in the soothing sweet scented water before pulling you into his arms once more.
In the quiet aftermath, Mingyu continued to kiss you softly, his lips trailing over your face, your neck, and your shoulders. Each touch was filled with a deep affection, a tenderness that showed how much he cared for you beyond the physical connection.
The grand hall of the Red Keep was alive with celebration, the echoes of laughter and music filling the air as the wedding festivities for the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms continued late into the night. The union between Jacaerys Velaryon, the future heir to the Iron Throne, and the reader, a noblewoman of high standing, was a momentous occasion. It was a match that had been anticipated for years, ever since their betrothal was announced when they were both very young.
Though their marriage had been arranged, there was genuine affection between you and Jacaerys. Over the years, you had grown close, sharing stolen moments in the gardens of Dragonstone and long conversations by the fire during the cold winters. Jacaerys was a man of duty, but he had always treated you with kindness and respect, valuing your opinions and cherishing your presence. As the years passed, your bond deepened, evolving from a tentative friendship into something much stronger, a love that neither of you had expected but were grateful to have found.
Tonight, that bond was to be consummated, sealing your union not just in the eyes of the realm, but in the eyes of the gods as well. The thought made your heart race with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you stood at the center of the hall, surrounded by the revelry.
Jacaerys was by your side, his hand resting lightly on your back as he engaged in conversation with the lords and ladies who had come to celebrate your wedding. He looked every bit the prince he was, tall and regal in his dark attire, his dark hair falling in soft waves that framed his handsome face. There was a warmth in his dark eyes as he glanced over at you, a reassuring smile playing on his lips that made your heart flutter.
As the evening wore on, the mood in the hall grew more raucous, the guests well into their cups and eager for the next part of the night's events-the bedding ceremony. The air was thick with anticipation, the guests exchanging knowing glances and ribald jokes as they waited for the signal to begin.
Finally, Lord Corlys Velaryon raised his goblet, his booming voice cutting through the din. "To the bedding!" he declared, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
A cheer went up from the crowd, and before you could react, you felt hands tugging at the laces of your gown. Laughter echoed around you as the guests moved in, eager to carry you off to the marriage bed. But before they could pull you away, Jacaerys stepped forward, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as he gently but firmly held the crowd at bay.
"Easy, my friends," he said with a laugh, his voice carrying a note of authority that made the guests pause. "There is no need to rush. We will see to this ourselves."
There was a murmur of surprise, but the guests quickly acquiesced, stepping back with playful grins and nods of approval. They respected Jacaerys too much to challenge him, and besides, there was something endearing about the way he was so protective of his new wife.
With the crowd giving you some space, Jacaerys turned to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he looked into your eyes, his expression softening. "Are you alright?" he asked, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin.
You nodded, grateful for his intervention. "Thank you, Jace," you murmured, leaning into his touch.
He smiled, a tender expression that made your heart swell with affection. "There is no need to thank me, my love. I would never let them take you from me."
With that, he took your hand, leading you through the throng of well-wishers and up the winding staircase to your chambers. The journey was a blur, your heart pounding in your chest as the reality of what was about to happen began to sink in. You had been waiting for this night for so long, and now that it was here, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
As you reached the door to your chambers, Jacaerys paused, turning to face you. His eyes were filled with a tender warmth as he took both of your hands in his. "I know this is a momentous night," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "But I want you to know that we don't have to rush anything. We will go at your pace."
You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man you had married. "I trust you, Jace," you whispered, squeezing his hands in reassurance.
He nodded, his expression softening even further. "As do I, with all my heart," he replied, before opening the door and leading you into the room.
The chamber was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the warm, flickering flames casting a golden hue over the rich tapestries and the large bed that dominated the center of the room. The bed was draped in silks and furs, a testament to the luxury and status that came with being the future king and queen.
Jacaerys closed the door behind you, the sound of the revelry outside fading into the background, leaving the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy. For a moment, you both stood there, taking in the enormity of the moment, the weight of your new titles, and the future that lay ahead of you.
Sensing your nervousness, Jacaerys walked over to the table where a decanter of wine sat waiting. He poured two goblets, handing one to you before downing his own in a single, practiced motion. The sight made you giggle, the sound breaking the tension in the air.
He smiled sheepishly, setting his empty goblet aside. "A little liquid courage never hurts," he said with a wink, his playful demeanor putting you at ease.
You took a sip of your own wine, the rich, sweet flavor calming your nerves as you watched him. There was something reassuring about the way he moved, the way he smiled at you, as if he was determined to make this night as comfortable and special as possible.
Setting your goblet down, you took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, your fingers brushing against the fastenings of his doublet. "Shall we begin?" you asked softly, your eyes meeting his.
Jacaerys's expression softened, his hands coming up to gently cradle your face as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was slow and tender, a promise of what was to come, as his lips moved against yours with a gentle insistence that made your heart race.
As the kiss deepened, you felt his hands begin to move, his fingers deftly working to undo the laces of your gown. The fabric loosened and fell away, sliding down your shoulders to pool at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your thin chemise. The cool air of the room brushed against your skin, but the heat of Jacaerys's gaze was all you felt as he stepped back to take you in, his eyes darkening with desire.
"You are breathtaking," he murmured, his voice husky as he reached out to run his hands over your bare shoulders, down your arms, and around your waist, pulling you close.
Your breath hitched as you felt the hard planes of his body press against yours, the evidence of his desire clear as he held you close. His lips found yours again, this time more insistent, as he backed you towards the bed, his hands never ceasing their exploration of your body.
The bed hit the back of your knees, and you tumbled onto the soft mattress, Jacaerys following you down. He hovered over you, his dark hair falling around his face as he looked down at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached for the hem of your chemise, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you completely bare beneath him. His eyes roved over your body, his hands following the path of his gaze as he explored every inch of you, his touch both reverent and possessive.
"You are mine," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet determination as he leaned down to press a kiss to your collarbone, then lower, his lips tracing a path down your body.
You shivered under his touch, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair as he worshipped your body with his lips and hands. He took his time, savouring the feel of your skin beneath his fingers, the taste of you on his tongue, until you were trembling with need, your body aching for more.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, Jacaerys pulled back, his hands moving to undo the laces of his own breeches. You watched, your breath catching in your throat as he stripped off the last of his clothing, revealing the hard lines of his body, the muscles rippling under his skin as he moved to join you on the bed.
He settled between your legs, his hand sliding up your thigh to part your folds, his fingers brushing against your core with a touch that made you gasp. He teased you, his fingers circling your sensitive nub, before sliding into you with a slow, steady motion that had you arching into him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he worked you with a skill that only a husband who knew your body intimately could possess.
The pleasure built slowly, a steady crescendo that had you writhing beneath him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving you trembling with need.
"Jace, please," you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper as the tension within you became unbearable.
Jacaerys smiled down at you, his expression one of tender affection mixed with desire. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Patience, my love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I want to savour every moment of this."
His words were filled with a promise, and though your body screamed for release, you nodded, trusting him completely. Jacaerys's hand slid back down to your core, his fingers slipping inside you once more, this time with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you gasping for breath. Each stroke was measured, the pads of his fingers pressing against that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.
Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, and he obliged, quickening his pace just enough to drive you closer to the edge. His thumb brushed over your sensitive nub, the added stimulation sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body that had you clenching around his fingers, your release just out of reach.
Sensing your need, Jacaerys leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his fingers worked you with expert precision. The kiss was a heady mix of passion and desperation, your mouths moving against each other with a hunger that matched the intensity building inside you. You could taste the wine on his lips, mingling with the salt of your shared sweat, a potent combination that only heightened the urgency of the moment.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were red and swollen from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at you with a fierce determination. "You're mine," he growled once more, his voice thick with emotion as he removed his fingers from your heat, leaving you feeling empty and bereft for the briefest moment.
Before you could protest, he positioned himself at your entrance, his hard length pressing against your core, the tip just barely breaching you. He paused, his eyes locking with yours as he waited for your nod of approval. When you gave it, his lips quirked up in a soft smile, and with one fluid motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely.
The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of him inside you both painful and pleasurable as your body adjusted to his size. He stilled for a moment, giving you time to acclimate, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he gazed down at you with an intensity that took your breath away.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he searched your face for any sign of discomfort.
You nodded, your hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him down for another kiss, your lips moving against his with a fervour that left no doubt of your desire. "I'm more than alright," you whispered against his lips, your words punctuated by a roll of your hips that had him groaning in response.
Taking that as his cue, Jacaerys began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. He set a steady rhythm, the friction between your bodies building with each movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.
As the pleasure mounted, his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, as he chased his own release. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the connection between you deeper than just the physical act, as if your very souls were entwined in this moment of pure ecstasy.
You could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your core, the pressure building to a crescendo that had you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Sensing your impending release, Jacaerys shifted his angle, his hips snapping forward with a precision that had him hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, sending you hurtling over the edge.
Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cried out his name, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
The feeling of you tightening around him was Jacaerys's undoing, and with a few more frantic thrusts, he found his own release, spilling into you with a guttural groan. He collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting presence as you both struggled to catch your breath, the aftershocks of your shared pleasure still rippling through your bodies.
For a long moment, you lay there together, the world outside forgotten as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Jacaerys's hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet reverence that made your heart swell with emotion.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice equally soft as you turned your head to look up at him, your eyes meeting his in a gaze that spoke volumes of the love and devotion you felt for him.
With a contented sigh, Jacaerys rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so that you were nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a state of blissful contentment, the worries of the world outside your chamber forgotten in the safety of his embrace.
As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but smile, your heart full of love and hope for the future. You had married the man you loved, and though the road ahead would no doubt be filled with challenges, you knew that as long as you had Jacaerys by your side, there was nothing you couldn't face together.
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Genre : Slight Smut, Fluff, Suggestive, Romance, Established relationship
Warnings: Minors DNI, highly suggestive, initiation of sex, kissing
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The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the distant ticking of the clock. You sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through a book, but your thoughts kept wandering back to the man who had disappeared into the bathroom nearly an hour ago.
You heard the door click open, and your eyes instinctively lifted, catching sight of Seungcheol in the doorway, his hair still damp and slightly tousled from his shower. He was dressed casually, a loose t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The sight of him, so effortlessly handsome, made your heart race just a little faster.
He caught your gaze and a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. "What're you staring at?" he teased, his voice deep and just a touch playful as he walked over to the bed.
"Just... admiring the view," you quipped back, setting your book aside and stretching out on the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow.
Seungcheol chuckled, the sound low and rich, as he climbed onto the bed next to you. He leaned in close, the scent of his aftershave and fresh soap enveloping you, making your head spin just a little. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his fingers trailed lightly down your arm.
You bit your lip, feeling the tension between you both start to simmer, a familiar warmth spreading through your body. "You know what you're doing, don't you?"
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he moved even closer, his breath hot against your skin. "I might have an idea," he whispered, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers warm against your bare skin.
Your breath hitched as his touch sent a shiver down your spine. He always knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make your heart race, and your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. You felt the heat rising between you, the unspoken tension that had been building all evening now crackling like electricity in the air.
Seungcheol's lips brushed against your ear, his voice a low murmur that sent a thrill through your entire body. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day," he confessed, his hand slowly trailing up your side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "About this..."
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense. You could see the desire there, mirrored in your own eyes, and it made your heart skip a beat. "So tell me," he whispered, his lips brushing yours in a teasing, barely-there kiss. "What have you been thinking about?"
You swallowed hard, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. "I've been thinking about you, too," you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath. "About how much I've missed this... missed you."
His eyes softened at your words, a small, almost tender smile playing on his lips before he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. His lips moved slowly at first, savouring the feel of you before growing more insistent, more urgent. His hand slipped down to your waist, fingers gripping you with a possessiveness that made your breath hitch.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, drawing a soft moan from you that he swallowed eagerly. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of mint and something uniquely Seungcheol that made your head spin. He pulled you closer, your bodies pressing together, the heat between you igniting like a spark to kindling.
Seungcheol's hands moved with a practised ease, exploring your body with a familiarity that made your heart swell. His fingers trailed down your back, slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress the bare skin beneath, each touch sending a shiver through you. He pulled back from the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw, leaving a burning trail as he moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, your collarbone, nipping at your skin just hard enough to make you gasp.
You arched into him, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he continued his descent. He pushed your shirt up, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your stomach, kissing and biting, his hands sliding up your sides, brushing the curve of your breasts, teasing you with the promise of more. His breath was hot against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and you felt yourself melting into him, into the warmth and comfort of his touch.
He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in shallow pants. "I want to take my time with you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his hands never ceasing their slow, deliberate exploration of your body. "I want to make you feel everything."
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation nearly overwhelming. He kissed you again, softer this time, but no less passionate, his lips moving against yours with a reverence that made your chest ache. His hands slipped lower, fingers brushing against the waistband of your pants, teasing, testing, until you were practically begging him with your eyes, your body arching into his touch.
Seungcheol didn't make you wait long. He tugged your pants down, his hands hot against your skin, his touch electrifying. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands sliding back up your body, pulling you close, pressing you against him as he whispered your name against your lips, his voice filled with a promise of all the nights still to come.
