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Jihoon is so smug about having you wrapped around his fingers—both figuratively and literally. He knows your body like the back of his hand, every sensitive spot, every twitch, every sound you make when he hits just the right angle. And God, does he use that knowledge to his advantage.
It always starts slow, his fingers teasing over your thighs, brushing against your core lightly, building anticipation until you’re squirming, silently begging for him to just touch you already. When he finally does, it’s deliberate, calculated. His thumb presses against your clit with just the right amount of pressure while his fingers slide inside, curling expertly to hit that spot that makes you see stars.
Jihoon loves the control, the power he has when he watches your body react to his touch. He’ll keep his eyes locked on yours, his gaze dark and hungry, reveling in the way your pleasure builds and breaks under his hands. “That’s it,” he’ll whisper, his voice low and teasing. “Look at you. Falling apart just from my fingers.”
And when you start crying out, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, Jihoon only smirks, his pace unrelenting. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his free hand brushing your hair back from your face so he can see you better. “I could do this all night.”
Sometimes, he’s so caught up in watching you, your teary eyes, the way your body arches for him, that he doesn’t even need to fuck you. He’ll stroke himself lazily, groaning low in his throat as he watches you come undone again and again, your body trembling as he wrings every last orgasm out of you.
When he finally comes, he’s deliberate about it, letting his release spill over your sensitive, swollen heat. But Jihoon’s not done—not even close. He gathers his cum with his fingers, spreading it over your folds, his touch gentle but teasing. “Can’t let it go to waste,” he says with a smirk, slipping his fingers back inside you, slow and deep, fucking his cum into you while you shiver under him.
It’s not just about the pleasure for Jihoon; it’s about claiming you, owning every part of you, and knowing he’s the only one who can make you fall apart like this. “You’re mine,” he whispers against your skin, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers keep moving. “All mine.”
pairings: bad boy!soonyoung x good girl!reader
genre: mdni, smut, au
warnings: hoshi teaches reader the importance of a safe word, mentions of weed, inexperienced reader, experienced hoshi, reader gets head for the first time, reader is a people pleaser, pussy eating, praise if you squint, MULTIPLE orgasms (seven to be exact), crying from pleasure, overstimulation, squirting
word count: 6.5k
synopsis: soonyoung considers himself to be an expertise at many things — pussy eating, is one of them.
sidenote: reader is close childhood friends with ALL of seventeen. i will be writing other members with this particular oc as well. so much lore!! this is a series :) feel free to drop into my inbox and ask questions !! hoshi is in fact my bias so i did get carried away with this one. between this installment and the last one, i’ve taken two eight week literature courses so hopefully my writing has improved. my brain is working overtime right now, i just finished an essay for a class in a few hours and grinded to get this out for you guys !!
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“Do you know what a safe word is?” Soonyoung’s voice cuts through the air, taking you by surprise.
You whip your head towards him, eyebrows furrowed. “A safe word?”
“Mhm,” He hums, briefly glancing up. He sits on a desk chair, facing you as he rolls a blunt to perfection. His tongue darts out to slowly lick the paper and your thighs unconsciously press together at the sight.
“What’s that?”
Soonyoung sighs, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he sets the rolling tray aside. He leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, taking his time to examine you. “Do you want to find out?” He asks, voice dangerously low.
You can feel the air shift, his tone making your skin prickle. You tilt your head to the side, lips forming into a pout from confusion. “Okay,” You agree with a shrug.
Soonyoung’s lips quirk slightly. He nods his head slowly, scanning you from head to toe. Your cotton shorts rode up way too high, especially with your position on the bed, and your thin white tank top didn’t do much to hide your nipples through the fabric.
You’d opted out of wearing a bra today and needless to say — oblivious to you — all the boys had noticed.
His eyes settle back on yours and you fidget under his gaze. It was strong and intense, almost as if he was practically undressing you.
Soonyoung’s always had sharp eyes filled with intimidation, but they’ve softened over time. At least — for you.
He rolls his chair over to the edge of the bed, right in front of where you sat. Even sitting down, only a few feet apart, he still towered over your small frame.
Your heartbeat quickens, breath hitching as he leans forward. Soonyoung cocks his head to the side as he inches closer, smirking the slightest when he notices your composure beginning to crumble and fall. You were never good at holding it together, but that’s why the boys were always there — to catch you just in case you fall.
And damn, are you falling in deep right now.
His hand smooths over your arm, causing goosebumps to rise as he trails it upwards to cup the side of your face gently. His fingers thread through your hair, getting a better grip so he’s able to maneuver your head to the side. As soon as he gets you exactly where he wants you, his lips are on yours.
He doesn’t hesitate, and he certainly doesn’t take it easy on you. The kiss is heavy and urgent, with a fierce passion behind it — an intensity that sends a jolt of electricity coursing straight through your veins. His lips move with purpose, the hand on the back of your head drawing you impossibly closer to him.
You try to match his fervor, but staying true to your nature, your movements are slower and deliberate. You’re sensual where he’s demanding, your tenderness creating a perfect tension that neither of you has the will to break. Your pace grounds him, and Soonyoung can’t help but release a low groan.
Jeonghan was right.
You kiss like an angel — intoxicating.
He takes the lead as expected. You sigh softly when he traces his tongue along your bottom lip. His hand settles on your thigh, slowly sliding higher. You feel his fingertips slip just beneath the edge of your shorts, caressing the soft skin under and you can’t help but let a whimper escape quietly. Soonyoung seizes the moment, your lips parting just enough so he can deepen the kiss and dip his tongue into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens when you tilt your head to accommodate him — your tongues dancing in perfect harmony as you explore each other's mouths.
He’s warm against your skin, anchoring you to the moment. Every brush, every tug, every calculated move that Soonyoung makes — he knows that he’s unraveling you.
Corrupting you.
Not in a way that feels chaotic or rushed. And certainly not in a way with any ill intentions whatsoever.
Soonyoung wasn’t just kissing you, but he was savoring you. He was reading every subtle cue as if a language only he understands. And with every second that passes, he pulls you deeper under until there’s nothing left but the warmth of his hands, the weight of his mouth, and the unfamiliar feeling of stickiness growing in your panties.
He pulls away with one final lingering kiss, and your lips instinctively chase his own. Your eyes flutter open, still hazy as they focus on the man in front of you.
Soonyoung leans back just enough to take you in. You were already a mess in the best way possible — lips slightly swollen, pupils dilated, and chest steadily rising as you try to catch your breath.
The weight of his gaze only intensifies, drinking in every detail of you. Your eyes avoid his, cheeks flushed from not only the kiss but from his attention on you as well.
He nods his head towards the pillows on his bed, and you take the hint. You grab one, handing it to him, only so he can place it directly behind you. Your eyes follow him as he does so, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them close.
“Pick a word.”
Your brows knit together, “A word?”
Soonyoung hums. He disregards your confusion, standing from the chair and walking over to his desk. He grabs the blunt he’d previously forgotten about off the rolling tray, lighting it up and taking a long drag.
“Why?” You press.
“Because I told you to.”
Well, he had you there.
Now that you think about it, you don’t remember a time where you’ve ever denied Soonyoung of anything. Whatever he asked of you — you’d always deliver.
If he showed up at your house unannounced demanding you to take a break from school work, you’d follow him without a fight.
If a random guy on campus was flirting with you and Soonyoung warned you about him, you’d abide like his word was law.
If Soonyoung told you no, that meant no.
If Soonyoung asked you to do something, you did it — no questions asked.
From the time you two were kids on the playground, even till now, you’ve never disappointed him. It wasn’t because you were passive or afraid. And it wasn’t because he was demanding and mean. Soonyoung had never gotten that way with you and he never intends to. But you trusted him. Maybe too much to the point where obedience wasn’t an option, but rather an instinct. It came as naturally as breathing.
And that’s what he liked about you.
The others only ever listened in the bedroom, but you — you’d never let him down. No. You’d listen even outside of it.
“Y/n.”
Your head snaps up to look at Soonyoung. You hadn’t even realized that your thoughts had begun to stray.
“I told you to do something,” He raises an eyebrow, a silent warning.
Your eyes narrow, drifting around his room. It was a simple task, one you could decide with ease. But you took your time as if it held more meaning than it appeared to.
Your gaze wanders, landing on a stuffed animal perched on the highest shelf in his room. It was tucked in the furthest corner, collecting dust and worn from age. You had gifted it to him years ago, and it’s become a sight you look for whenever you enter his bedroom. The stuffed animal stood out amongst the rest of his things, not quite fitting his aesthetic or personality. Soonyoung nor the other boys cared for cute, sentimental things. But the small trinkets you’d either given them or left behind were never discarded. No matter how long they’d been there.
“Tiger.”
“Tiger?” Soonyoung glances at the plushie on his shelf, having completely forgotten about it. He’d debated tossing it out a few times, but he never had the heart to follow through. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was sentiment. Either way, he would never admit to it. You brought a softness into his life that he didn’t know he could carry, leaving traces of warmth in your wake.
He turns back to you, expression unreadable. He raises his brows in amusement, taking another hit of his blunt. The smoke lingers in the air as he exhales. “Okay,” He sighs, “Then that’s your safe word.”
You barely have time to react when his demeanor shifts without warning. The haze of smoke in the air seems to still, Soonyoung’s gaze on you fixed and unrelenting. His jaw tightens, both of his hands rising to cradle your face and force you to maintain eye contact. “Listen to me,” He murmurs, voice unwavering, “If you begin to feel uncomfortable with anything — and I mean anything, you say tiger. Got it?”
It should be comical. Soonyoung of all people, demanding you to say a silly word you’d playfully chosen on a whim. But his tone leaves no room for argument.
You nod hesitantly, fully alert as you’re taken aback by the gravity of the situation. The room suddenly feels smaller, charged with tension.
“I need you to use your words Y/n.”
“Yes,” You confirm, softly but surely.
“If something doesn’t feel right — if at any point you feel uncertain, uneasy, or overwhelmed — you just say the word and I’ll let up. No questions. No hesitation.”
“Is that why it’s called a safe word?” You ask.
He nods, silently answering your question.
“I don’t —,” You hesitate, chewing the inside of your cheeks, “I don’t think I’ll need it.”
Soonyoung smiles just barely. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes and it looks as if he’s holding back anger that may or may not be directed towards you.
Kwon Soonyoung was a man who hated many things. He hated when the price of cigarettes would change in every gas station he entered. He hated when a professor constantly nagged him for his shitty attendance. He hated when a flock of girls smothered him at a frat party, desperation evident with the way their hands glided over his body.
But the one thing that Soonyoung hated most, was your habit of sacrificing your own needs for others. As long as he’s known you, you’ve always been a people pleaser. The words “no” and “I can’t do it,” have never been in your vocabulary because you were sure that with a little more effort, anything was possible. You went above and beyond, going an inch for people who wouldn’t even bother to go a centimeter for you. The boys always watched you closely, ensuring no one took advantage of your kindness. But you were just too nice for your own good. It was what made you, well…you.
“Trust me baby,” His grip on your face tightens firmly, “You’ll need it.”
Your mouth opens to stubbornly protest, but the look Soonyoung gives you causes the words to die in your throat. You cower back, a chill skimming down your spine from intimidation.
“It doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong. I won’t be disappointed. I won’t be mad — I’d never be mad at you.”
Your eyes soften at his speech. The boys have never exactly been the talkative type and moments like this — honest, caring, thoughtful — are rare.
“A safe word is put in place for a reason,” Soonyoung continues, “Even if you don’t think you need it.”
“Okay,” You reply, but it comes out flat. Soonyoung sees right through it, catching your half-hearted tone. He grinds his teeth, scanning your unsure expression. His fingers dig into your jaw, not quite hurting you, but with enough pressure to demand your undivided attention.
“I’m fucking serious Y/n,” He states sternly, “Listen to your body. Don’t try and test your limits because you think you can handle it.”
Your heart pounds in your chest. Your words tumble out, too quick for you to process. “Yes sir,” You say unconsciously.
The label you had called him by isn’t calculated. It isn’t meant to provoke or please. It slipped out instinctively, a response to the kind of authority that doesn’t scare you, but steadies you instead.
Soonyoung doesn’t acknowledge it. He doesn’t smirk or tease the way he would had it been anyone else. With the others, he might’ve raised a brow. Might’ve let a smug grin spread across his face as he leaned in close just to watch them squirm and fluster. He knew how to play that part — confident, commanding, and in control.
But you — you’ve always been the exception. The only one able to break down their stone walls and thaw their icy hearts.
You see the flicker of approval flash across his features. He finally lets go of your face and you find yourself missing his touch as soon as it leaves. You’d grown accustomed to the heat of his hands and now that they're gone, it makes you realize how much comfort you found in his hold.
Soonyoung takes a step back. “Good girl,” He mutters, so softly that you barely catch it.
A whine tries to force itself from your mouth, but you urge it back down. A heat rises in your chest, the familiar feeling of warmth you’d felt with Mingyu a week ago. The praise left you feeling fuzzy — reassured.
Soonyoung closes his eyes, thoughts racking his brain. He figures that he’s too sober for this. Reaching out, he picks up his blunt yet again and goes in for another hit. The ember flares briefly in the dim lighting, and he uses the incoming feeling of a high to anchor himself.
He was good at control. He knew how to wield it with precision. But you had him in a chokehold that constantly left him breathless. If he planned to have you laid out like a meal right in front of him, he’d need a much better grasp on himself.
He knows he can’t do it on impulse. Not with you. You deserve intention — care. He needed to take his time with you. Not rush things. Keep his pace slow and calm…at least to the best of his abilities.
“Say it again.”
You blink, caught off guard. “What?”
“Your safe word,” He clarifies, “I need to make sure you remember it. That you’re not going to forget it.”
“Oh…” Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as the pieces click into place, “Right.”
Soonyoung arches a brow, eyes glittering in quiet amusement, “What did you think I was referring to?”
You glance away, clearing your throat, “Nothing,” You shake your head to dismiss him.
Soonyoung’s lips quirk and a teasing smile threatens to break across his face.
“Tiger,” You repeat the word, hoping to appease him.
He hums in acknowledgment, “And you’ll do as I say and use it when you feel like you need to?”
“Mhm…”
Soonyoung narrows his eyes at you. They scan over your figure, easily recognizing your body language. His lips press into a thin line and he struggles to contain his frustration.
“Fine.” His voice comes out clipped, sharp even.
Maybe it’s because of the endless years you’ve spent tangled in each other's lives, or maybe it’s because of the massive weak spot he’s grown for you over time — but Soonyoung knows you like the back of his hand. He’s slowly memorized every part of you. All the tells, all the signs. Your likes. Your dislikes. Even the smallest details that you haven’t figured out for yourself yet.
So when you sit before him saying all the right things and giving him the answers he expects to hear, he’s able to read between the lines.
You’ll endure it. Swallow it down and convince yourself you can handle it until you can’t. The instinct to please — to not disappoint — was practically in your blood.
He lets out a heavy sigh, turning his back to you. He runs a hand through his hair, foot tapping against the floorboard in a quiet rhythm to calm himself.
A safe word has never been just a formality to Soonyoung. Especially when it came to scenes in which his usual dominance could possibly blur the lines between pleasure and intensity. He knew exactly how mean and demanding he could be, but despite that, he wasn’t heartless. At least, not completely.
Unlike others who wielded dominance with cruel intentions, he knows what the word stop means. And he certainly knows that no means no.
So god forbid, he was trying to make sure it wasn’t your last resort. You needed to know how vital this conversation was — to know when to use it, understand your own limits, and most of all, realize that it’s okay to use it.
If you wouldn’t lean on the safety net yourself, then he would have to be the one to make sure it’s there. Not by force, never that. But with a precision that doesn’t thin the fragile line between challenge and care. The kind that gives you no room to hide even when you’re nearing that edge.
Soonyoung grumbles, taking a swig from a nearby beer bottle. It was warm and flat, having been there for a few hours untouched, but it still does the trick. He sets it on his dresser with a clink, sitting back down on his desk chair and rolling it to the foot of his bed. He reaches out, arms wrapping around your thighs to yank your body towards him with a gentle force.
You squeal in surprise, hands flying back to anchor yourself as he effortlessly drags you to the edge. The sheets bunch underneath your elbows, your pulse racing at the sudden motion. You blink at him wide-eyed, chest heaving in breathless anticipation.
His calloused hands are rough on your smooth skin, fingers grazing over your thighs with a careful tenderness. His touch provides you with a comfort you always seem to long for.
One minute he’s talking to you — engaging in a casual conversation, or as much conversation as you’ll get from one of the boys; they weren’t much talkers. But the next, your shorts are suddenly discarded, thrown carelessly on the ground. Without even realizing, your body had responded — hips lifting unconsciously and making it easier for Soonyoung to pull off. His words served as a distraction and he’d made sure your focus was trained on him the entire time.
You didn’t think much of it. You’ve occasionally walked around the house wearing far too little in search of a comfy hoodie or a pair of pants fresh out the dryer. Sometimes — even to make sure that your cookies didn’t burn, and that’s exactly how you ended up squirting all over Jeonghan’s lap last time.
But usually, the boys never spared you a glance. And if they did, they never allowed their minds to wander anywhere inappropriate.
You weren’t anywhere near the typical girls (sluts as they would prefer to be called) they hooked up with.
No — you were you.
There was always that unspoken line written in your friendship. One in which they never dared to cross. But with how men have turned into dogs over time, they’d rather it be them than anyone else.
Soonyoung rests his hand on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your covered cunt. Immediately, your body stiffens. His thumb rubs soothing circles on your skin, but you can’t seem to concentrate on it as his breath ghosts over your neck. Your heart rate increases just as he lays a gentle kiss to your pulse point and it leaves you wondering whether he can feel the thumping on his lips.
He presses soft kisses to your skin, trailing upwards towards your jaw. Your lids flutter, breath hitching as his mouth moves deliberately slow. A whimper almost escapes when one of his fingers swipe directly over your slit. The action causes moisture to spread in your panties; thin, white, and nearly sheer from sticking to your skin due to your arousal.
“Relax,” Soonyoung mutters, noticing the quick rise and fall of your chest, “You’re too tense.”
You nod obediently, granting him further access by unconsciously tilting your head. He sucks on the skin directly under your jaw and as he takes his time marking your flesh with his mouth, your pussy throbs in response.
Soonyoung’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear. He lets his touch linger, toying with the material. It’s only when his lips find yours again, that he tugs it down. You lift yourself partially off the bed, too distracted to care as he deepens the kiss. It helps him remove the garment completely, tucking it into his back pocket.
You whine as he breaks contact, pulling away. Soonyoung disregards you, instead pushing you down with a firm hand on your shoulder. Your back meets the mattress, legs clamped shut. Soonyoung clicks his tongue in disapproval. He shoots you a stern look, tapping at the side of your thigh.
“Open.”
You don’t listen, a small voice in the back of your head warning you that your dignity is fading even more so after your escapades with Jeonghan and Mingyu.
“Y/n,” Soonyoung says, voice strict, “Open your legs.”
His tone causes you to whimper, your tummy turning nervously. You gaze up at him with wide puppy dog eyes — soft, pleading, and silently hoping it’ll melt the merciless wall he’s putting up.
Soonyoung sighs, demeanor faltering. His eyes soften as they meet yours and he realizes that maybe he should be a little nicer. Your trust in him was currently at an all-time high and he would be damned to scare you away.
“Come on baby,” He tries again. This time, he pries your knees apart for you. He keeps his eyes trained on yours the entire time, ignoring the pretty view between your thighs to save you from your nervousness of being on display. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
Your cheeks flush at his words, embarrassment flooding your senses. You squirm under his stare, holding it to the best of your ability. Coyly, you tilt your head in agreement.
His lips quirk into a smile, dropping as fast as it flashes across his face. His line of vision trails down to your neck, lingering over your tits, to your stomach, then finally settling on the prize.
You were soaked, essence dripping onto the comforter below you.
Soonyoung has to muffle a groan, his cock pulsing at the sight. He lays a delicate peck on your knee, unable to tear his eyes away.
Out of all the girls he’s fucked — bent over, underneath, on top — your body was home to the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen.
Soonyoung bites his tongue, a degrading term threatening to roll off. He was meant to humiliate, to tease; but he could never do that to you. His respect for you outweighed his usual dominance by a landslide.
His hand smooths over your pelvis and you flinch at the unexpectedness of his touch. You watch him between your legs as he kisses the inside of your left thigh, gradually moving downwards. You tense as he nears dangerous territory, but his fingers dig into your skin, massaging your muscles and loosening them.
Both of his hands travel to the underside of your thighs near your ass. Gently, he rests them there, pushing upwards and further spreading you apart for him. Your mind screams at you to have a little more shame, but your body denies the request as your cunt gushes in excitement.
Soonyoung focuses on your skin, laying pecks all around. He avoids your pussy, wanting to make you more comfortable before diving in. You feel his lips graze just below your belly button, moving south.
A shiver rolls down your spine when you finally feel him place a kiss directly on your clit. A sound of satisfaction leaves your mouth and it gives Soonyoung the green light he needs.
Leisurely, he licks a stripe from your dripping hole to your bud. The action draws a whimper from you, a spike of pleasure easily spreading. He continues, keeping the same pace as he repeats the movement. Your lids flutter shut as you bask in the feeling. It dwells, enough to keep you content, but not enough to send you over the edge.
Your wetness gathers on his tongue and Soonyoung figures that if he could have one meal for the rest of his life, it would be you.
The taste of your cunt is addicting, even more so as he dips his tongue into your entrance. You whimper, legs spreading further apart.
A choked moan slips out as he speeds up. His tongue moves rapidly and he bobs his head to add stimulation. You pant, chest visibly heaving as he looks up at you. Your head is thrown back against his bed, fingers gripping tightly at the duvet. He’s able to see the swell of your breasts from his line of vision and he reaches an arm up your stomach to fondle one under your shirt.
His touch ignites a spark within you, his thumb grazing over your nipple and causing it to harden. He rolls the bud expertly, pinching it between two fingers and tugging slightly. You mewl in delight, hips bucking to grind against Soonyoung’s face. He chuckles into your cunt at your reaction, the vibration sending rippling waves of pleasure coursing through you.
Your hand wraps around Soonyoung’s wrist, holding his arm there as his fingers play with your tit. You shut your eyes and he has half the right mind to scold you. He wants you entirely focused on him, but he decides that he should let you have this one — to be present in your pleasure instead of attentive to him.
He shakes his head, the sudden movement causing your body to jerk. His tongue flattens against your clit, rough and wet as he quickly laps at the bundle of nerves. Your mouth opens, a string of whines escaping as your stomach muscles tighten.
“Soonie,” You gasp, cut off by the sound of another whine escaping your lips.
Soonyoung only hums. He pinches your nipple gently and you grind your pussy against his tongue again. He can sense your eagerness and it leaves him unfamiliar with the feeling of wanting to give in — to let you cum without begging or crying.
So he does.
He keeps the same tempo, refusing to change rhythm even just the slightest. His tongue flicks viciously at your clit, hands locking your thighs into place to ensure you don’t move. You try to thrash, but he keeps you grounded, unable to run away from him.
You pull at the comforter, using it as your personal stress ball. It bunches in your grip but does nothing to put out the fire growing within your body.
You’re hot — too hot. Your skin is tingling and ears are starting to hear a ring as Soonyoung transports you into a world of ecstasy.
“Soonie, please.” You don’t know what you’re pleading for, but you can still decipher the desperation in your voice. The feeling is all too familiar to the one you’d felt with Jeonghan and you realize that you’d do anything to experience it again.
Soonyoung hears you loud and clear despite your words coming out hurried and hushed. He uses his thumbs, spreading your pussy and giving him further access directly to your clit. You can feel everything a little better when he does and just as his thumb grazes through your wet slit, the coil snaps.
Over the years, Soonyoung has seen you in a million different ways in a million different instances. But this — coming undone on his tongue, endless loud whines leaving your mouth, and legs spread far apart as he devours your pretty pussy — takes the cake.
“Soonie!” You can do nothing but say his name, hole clenching around nothing. Your cunt gushes a fluid that you can feel drenching the sheets below you and Soonyoung lifts his head to admire. He replaces his tongue with his hand, fingers rubbing figure eights over your clit to help you ride out your orgasm.
In a world full of sex, featuring Kwon Soonyoung — you’re either a creamer or a squirter.
In Soonyoung’s case, he just so happened to adore squirters. The messier, the better.
“There we go,” He praises, “That’s a good girl.”
Your legs threaten to close but he holds them open, fingers working expertly to prolong your orgasm. You can hear the audible sounds of your slick as he runs his finger through your folds and it only adds to the filth you’re experiencing.
The pleasurable rush feels like it lasts for ages, but eventually, you come down from the high. Your mouth falls open as you try and catch your breath, endless pants falling from your lips.
Your chest rises and falls, heart still racing as if trying to catch up. You blink slowly, trying to center yourself. You feel Soonyoung’s hand on your inner thigh, ghosting over your cunt as his other hand massages your trembling legs. You find strength within yourself to prop your upper half up, using your elbows as leverage.
Soonyoung was nicer than usual, giving you at least a few minutes to rest before he attempted to thrust you toward the edge yet again. One minute, you’re staring into his eyes from between your legs, and the next, your back hits the mattress from the sheer hostility of his mouth.
He greedily slurps up your arousal, tongue lapping through your folds. His lips hover directly above your clit, closing around the bud and sucking harshly. The action causes your back to arch, a cry emitting loudly throughout the room. Your hole clenches around nothing, excess fluid dripping onto the comforter.
Soonyoung pokes his head up, mouth shining from your juices. “You're making a mess, sweetheart.” His thumb replaces his mouth, rubbing over your clit slowly.
“M’ sorry,” You whimper softly, “Can’t help it.”
Soonyoung hums, faux sympathy lacing his features. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”
You nod with lidded eyes, hips bucking against his hand, “So good Soonie.”
He chuckles, head dipping low to dart out his tongue yet again.
Amongst the many rumors circling the grounds of your university, today, you’ve debunked one: Kwon Soonyoung lives up to his title of being a munch.
You try and count how many seconds pass by before your skin starts to tingle. Soonyoung shifts his focus solely on your clit, opting to suck instead of lick. The suction leaves you fidgeting from overstimulation, sensitivity from your last orgasm still fresh as you barrel towards another one.
It washes over you faster than before — much stronger. Soonyoung doesn’t adjust his pace to accommodate your thrashing. Instead, he holds your hips down on the bed, lips attached to your clit. Your essence paints the lower half of his face, pussy leaking messily of wetness.
An endless string of pitiful whines escape from you, but it does little for Soonyoung to show mercy. His mouth stays glued to your pussy, even despite the fight you put up.
“T-too much,” You whimper, feeling somewhat overstimulated. You shuffle around on the mattress, trying to escape. It only grants you a short minute of relief as his lips detach from you, but it doesn’t last long. His hands grip your legs, pulling you back to him.
“You know your safe word,” His hands settle on the back of your thighs to hold you open for him, “Use it.”
You let out a choked sob when you feel him again, flinching as the tip of his tongue pokes at your entrance. It threatens to push further, but instead, he swipes it through your folds. It feels rigid against your clit, alternating between tracing circles and flicking.
You try not to get too loud, embarrassed that the other boys might hear you through the walls of his bedroom. But as the pleasure builds in your lower abdomen, your dignity fades away slowly, but surely.
When you cum for the third time, you start to get antsy. Your thighs twitch involuntarily, attempting to pry themselves from Soonyoung’s grasp. They tremble when he urges them farther apart, addicted to the taste of your cunt.
The fourth spirals into you out of thin air, only seconds apart from the last. Your hand darts out, tangling in Soonyoung’s hair. You nudge him away subtly, fighting the urge to pull him closer and grind your pussy against his tongue. He slows his pace until you calm down, but picks up not long after.
Each time Soonyoung swears it's the last — but he was on an agenda to hear your safe word from your mouth. You could only last so long; and with the way he was wearing you thin, Soonyoung knew that you were nearing that brink.
“C’mon Y/n,” He encourages, “Just say it.”
“No,” You whine softly, “I can take it.”
You can feel his annoyance through his fingertips digging into your skin.
“I don’t think you can, baby.”
“Soonyoung,” Your voice is a cry — desperate. “More please.”
He sighs, eyes skirting over you. He blinks fast, visibly irritated, but nods. His tongue flattens against your pussy, getting to work once again.
You can feel your muscles loosening, unable to control them as your fifth orgasm takes over. Your thighs spasm, legs flailing as you kick. Soonyoung’s arms wrap firmly around them, anchoring you. His hands rest on your stomach, pushing your hips down to stay still. He watches you like a hawk, tongue moving diligently.
By the time your sixth orgasm rolls around, you’re a mess. Your mind is hazy, vision blurry from the tears filling your eyes. You mutter incoherent babbles, words jumbling together. The only thing you can find yourself being aware of is Soonyoung’s mouth latched to your cunt and the bliss that surges through your body. You can mildly feel yourself squirting, soaking the sheets beneath your lower half.
Your seventh orgasm is when the word finally tumbles from your lips. It comes out rushed, with a loud cry. Tears drip down the sides of your face, unbearable pleasure ripping through you. It borders on the edge of painful, but the familiar feeling of euphoria along with it, keeps you at bay.
“Tiger, tiger, tiger.” You repeat, although you didn’t have to. As soon as your safe word met his ears, Soonyoung let up.
Your body feels like mush, sinking deeper into the mattress. Your pussy throbs, yearning for more but you clench your thighs shut, thankful for mercy instead. Your palms cover your face, wiping at your wet eyes.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Soonyoung watches as you hide your face behind your hands. He rubs his own along the side of your leg, helping coax you into a calmer state.
You respond with a short whimper, barely audible. You feel messy and in desperate need of a cold shower. You whine this time, suddenly aware and shy of your current predicament.
Soonyoung’s touch leaves for a short minute. You have the urge to peek through your fingers, seeking out his comfort again, but he returns quickly. He pries your hands away from your face, nudging you to sit up. You do so reluctantly, curling your chest into your knees when you do. Your body is heavy and threatens to fall against the plush mattress again, but Soonyoung keeps you stable with a grip on your shoulder.
He holds something to your mouth. The plastic material nudges against your lips, and you furrow your brows.
“Drink.”
You hesitantly sip the water he’s offering. It’s only then that you realize exactly how dry your throat felt. It makes you wonder how loud you were actually being.
You try to pull away after a few gulps, but Soonyoung hums with disapproval. “Uh-uh.” He holds the straw steady in your mouth, refusing to budge, “Drink more, you need to stay hydrated.”
Grumbling, you gulp down a bit more to appease him. You sip slowly, leaning into his touch as he pets the wild strands of your hair down.
“You did good,” He praises, “I’m proud of you.”
You stare up at him with doe-eyes, throat bobbing the more you drink. You acknowledge his words with the squint of your eyes, but your brain barely comprehends them in your fucked out state.
Soonyoung removes the straw when he’s satisfied with your water intake, setting the bottle down. Your legs swing over the side of the bed when he’s turned away to get up, but a rush of dizziness consumes you when you start to stand. Your limbs feel like jelly and Soonyoung has to dart forward to catch you before you fall.
“Not so fast baby,” His hands are firm on your hips, stabilizing you. Your palms rest on his shoulders, holding on tightly for support as he lowers you to sit on the bed. “I’ll get you all cleaned up. Just rest for a bit.”
You want to protest, but Soonyoung’s tone leaves no room for argument. He crouches down in front of you, staring up into your eyes. They’re softer than usual, unlike the sharp gaze that tears through you whenever you glance into them. Your head tilts to the side when he cups your face, thumb gently ghosting over your cheek.
“Tired Soonie,” You say softly. Your lids flutter, wanting to close but you keep them open to the best of your ability. The sleepiness stems out of nowhere, but now that Soonyoung is making you take a breather, it hits you full force.
“You’re tired?” His eyebrows perk up, attentive to your growing sluggishness.
You nod, leaning further against his hand cupping your face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” You confirm.
“Take a nap then,” He gestures his head to the pillows before standing up and towering over you.
“But —,” You try to rebuttal, but he’s quick to cut you off.
“I’ll clean you up, don’t worry. Just sleep baby,” He ruffles your hair, urging you to crawl back against the bed, “I got you.”
An argument sits at the tip of your tongue, but it vanishes as soon as your head hits his soft, fluffy pillow. His familiar scent of sandalwood and light musk fills your senses, providing you with a comfort that eases you into a peaceful sleep.
Soonyoung disappears to retrieve a towel from his bathroom, but when he gets back, you’re already fast asleep. He almost chuckles at how quickly you’d managed to drift off, but he shakes his head instead, gently patting the towel against your skin.
Your thighs were still drenched and pussy dripping, but he can’t find it within himself to care — he’s going to have to change his sheets anyway.
Most days he’s prepared for this, already having a towel laid down and bedsheets stripped before indulging in anything sexual. He knows that things can get messy when it comes to him, so he’s always one step ahead.
But this is different — this is you. And you’ve always been the only exception.
woozi as a boyfriend is quiet warmth. he’s not loud with affection, but he’s constant—small things, like remembering how you take your tea, or tucking a blanket around you when you fall asleep on the couch. he doesn’t say “i love you” often, but when he does, it’s soft and sure and never rushed. he sends songs he writes at 3am, not saying they’re about you, but they are. he notices everything—when you’re off, when you’re overwhelmed, when you’re quietly happy—and he responds without fanfare, just a gentle hand on your back or a look that says he understands. he gets flustered by big romantic gestures but secretly keeps every note you write him, every photo of you together, stored like little treasures. he won’t always say it, but he shows it—in time, in presence, in unwavering belief in you. loving woozi means learning to read the silences, and finding that they’re full of everything he can’t quite say out loud.
i don’t know where the woozi smut writers went but i want to say my peace by noting that woozi would love taking you from behind with his hand spread across your back, keeping you face down. he also loves to surprise you with a slap on your ass every few minutes while taking his time watching his cock disappear into and exit your cunt from the back. slooowllyyyy dragging his length out…
First of all, I didn't expect for my request to be written so quickly I am really really grateful! ><
While reading I can't help but feel so giddy the whole time because that is how I exactly imagined woozi?!?!? Like he is a gentle soul, how denial he is that he already has an attachment to the lil fluff feline (though fails miserably in hiding it heh)
Also I!! felt!! the!! soft!! gestures of affection!!! so subtle and quite simple but it makes you feel warm, fuzzy, and loved :((
I think this is getting longer now but I wanted to thank you again for granting my request! cats and woozi are both close to my heart and you written it out so beautifully (and realistically 😆) I'll definitely re-read this whenever I need a dose of cats and woozi ❤️🩹
Hiiii i realize i’ve been gone for like.. ever. anyway i love this message so much. i absolutely know too, woozi has been my life for ten years. i hope you’ve read it a lot and that you found joy from it 🥹
The dance studio lights were dimmed, the mirror reflecting the last golden streaks of the setting sun. Most of the team had already gone, their chatter fading into the hallway as you bent over to grab your water bottle. This collaboration was kicking your ass, but it came with quirks.
speaking of such quirks…
“I thought you left,” Jihoon’s voice said behind you, startling you just enough to drop the cap.
You turned to see him leaning against the wall, one eyebrow slightly raised, arms crossed. He was in a plain tee and sweats, a towel slung around his neck, damp from rehearsal.
“I stayed to stretch,” you replied, heart still tapping fast. “You’re still here too.”
He pushed off the wall and stepped closer, every movement casual but weighted. “Yeah. Thought I’d run through the bridge section one more time.”
You didn’t miss how his gaze flicked to your reflection in the mirror. Not obvious. Not bold. Just enough to make your skin heat beneath your hoodie.
“You could help,” he added, tone deceptively light.
“Help how?”
“Partner section,” he said. “I’m not happy with the spacing.”
You swallowed, trying to keep your face neutral. You knew exactly what section he meant—the one with barely an inch between bodies, the one that made your pulse jump even during rehearsals.
Still, you nodded.
The music started low. He stepped into place. You followed.
The choreography was clean, muscle memory carrying you both until that one part—the step-slide-close, where his hand brushed your waist and his chest nearly touched yours.
But this time, his eyes didn’t move away.
“You’re tense,” he said, breath grazing your cheek.
You tilted your head, searching for a reply that wouldn’t betray you.
“I’m fine.”
He didn’t move back. “Then why aren’t you breathing?”
You weren’t.
You exhaled slowly, trying not to lean in. His hand hadn’t moved—still hovering just above the curve of your waist, fingers splayed like he was deciding something.
“You know,” he said, voice lower now, “you do this thing where you pretend you’re unaffected.”
You blinked up at him. “And you don’t?”
He smiled—barely. “I didn’t say that.”
His fingers finally landed lightly on your waist, pressure feather-soft but deliberate.
The music played on, but neither of you moved.
“You’re supposed to spin here,” he murmured.
“I know.”
“You’re not spinning.”
“Maybe I forgot.”
He tilted his head slightly, amused. “Convenient.”
Your hands were still on his shoulders, steadying yourself. But your grip had changed—more anchor than guidance. Your pulse was in your ears.
“You’re not letting go,” you pointed out.
“Maybe I forgot.”
The silence after that beat louder than the music. Charged. Sharp. Soft at the edges.
Then, just before the song ended, he leaned in close—close enough that your breath caught, close enough to feel the ghost of a smile at your jawline—and whispered,
“We should mess up choreography more often.”
And then he stepped away. Cool. Collected. As if nothing had happened.
But his hand brushed yours as he passed by—fingers trailing just long enough to promise more, if you wanted..
Maam i want to say the Woozi hot spring smut was one of the best Woozi smut I’ve ever read. Cuz most of woozi smut I’ve seen is him working at studio or relating to music. LIKE be fair if writer can get creative towards other members to put in different settings they also can get creative with woozi too 😮💨 But anyway Keep it up cuz you’re great at writing.
this is so encouraging 😭 i’m having thousands of ideas but fail to follow through because i’m worried they’re too out of tune with how the majority perceives his sex life.
but thank you so much, i hope you look forward to my further works!
submitting a request (if! it is only up to your liking! If not, feel free to ignore 🫂)
you wanted to relax and unwind with woozi which is why you thought of going on a vacation so you booked an open-air hot spring and well,, let's say it did not end up just the two of you taking a dip (if you know what i mean 🤭)
a/n: i posted this in my drafts and totally forgor 🫡 also hi i hope everyone has been amazing. my bosses gave me some time off this week so i hope to be writing more 🫶 one more thing, please remember to go show the members of seventeen some love on their socials. woozi, vernon, minghao and hoshi are going through some very vile shit rn and they’ve been so heavy on my thoughts. this might not be the post to post this on but LOL
cw: public sex (kinda, it’s a personally rented hot spring but it’s outdoors hehe), fingering, handjob, underwater ish, mutual masterbation, p in v, boobie kissing, groping, like a lot, cumming inside :,), unhygienic spring sex, there’s more than just water in there now (YUCK)
it was the perfect getaway—a tranquil retreat away from the bustle of city life, and exactly what you and jihoon needed. the open-air hot spring resort was tucked away in the mountains, surrounded by nature’s embrace. you had booked it on a whim, craving peace and relaxation with jihoon, wanting to escape the routine and unwind in each other’s company.
you breathed in the crisp, cool air, feeling the weight of the world slowly lift from your shoulders. the soft chirping of crickets and the distant rustle of trees in the wind created a soothing background as you stepped outside of your cabin. you were greeted by jihoon, who was already waiting by the hot spring, looking effortlessly relaxed in a loose robe, his dark hair tousled from the breeze.
“hey, you,” he said with a playful grin, his dark eyes watching you carefully. “you ready to destress, baby..?”
you nodded, your heartbeat quickening in anticipation. a weekend away with him was the kind of escape you both had been craving. the kind of escape that might even lead to a little more than just relaxation.
he held out his hand to you, and without hesitation, you took it. together, you walked toward the hot spring—a private one, surrounded by smooth stones and nature, offering both a sense of intimacy and serenity. the steam from the water drifted lazily upward, blending with the cool night air. It was the perfect setting.
when you finally reached the water’s edge, jihoon turned to you. “want to get in?” his voice was low, a hint of something unspoken in his tone.
you swallowed, feeling the heat of the water and the heat of your own rising desire. “yeah, let’s,” you answered quietly.
slowly, you both undressed, the soft sounds of water trickling from the hot spring filling the silence. as you entered the warm water, you let out a soft sigh of relief. the heat surrounded you, relaxing your muscles as you sank deeper. but the proximity of jihoon beside you made it harder to relax in the way you expected.
his fingers brushed against your arm, sending a shiver through you. he looked over at you, his gaze intense, almost predatory in a way that made your heart race. “You’re still so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.
you didn’t respond immediately, your lips parting in surprise. he always said that, but the way he said it now—it felt different. a little more loaded, a little more urgent.
his fingers gently traced the line of your collarbone, and you leaned into his touch, your breath coming out a little faster. “you’re so, so beautiful,” he said, his words hanging heavy in the air.
your heart skipped a beat. you could feel the electricity between you growing stronger with each second, your body reacting instinctively. you both were sat along the edge, back against stone. one of his hands slid up your bare nude thigh, caressing up as his skilled hand cups your ass gently, his mouth finding your neck to give gentle, but wet kisses.
you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, body arching to him. you could feel him smile against your skin before gripping your flesh a little tighter, pulling you practically mesh to his naked body. “taste so good,” he practically purred, lifting his head and cupping the back of your neck.
jihoon kissed you then, and you folded immediately, your hands holding his bare body as the water rippled around you and soaked your skin. he started slowly, paying attention to your lips with his own. he’s never said it, but you knew he felt heavy about your lips being wet, especially when he’s at fault for it.
you whined at how gentle he was being, and he pulled back slightly. his hand left your neck, slowly switching to cup your cheeks. you looked at him, slightly confused as you waited for him to speak, but he just leaned back in, his tongue slipping between your lips to dive into a needier kiss.
the hand on your ass gripped you tighter, pulling you to sit on top of him. you couldn’t escape him, not that you wanted to. but as you adjusted on his lap, straddling him, you couldn’t help but gasp at the hardness between your bodies.
you knew the drill. he didn’t deserve to have to sit there with his girlfriend on him, letting him manhandle her. so, you reached between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his length. the heat and publicity of the spring only intensifying the pleasure he felt as he hissed, pulling form the kiss slightly. you watched as his eyes opened barely, seeing the hunger in them. you felt his hand leave your body, the other one keeping you stable on his lap. his free hand found yours, still wrapped around him. he practically rolled his eyes back as he helped guide her hand to move quickly.
“fuck, baby… like that…” he whispered, leaning forward and kissing your breast, before giving it a little nip. he kissed and grazed down to your nipple, his tongue swirling with the same pace as your hand between your bodies.
his released your thigh, his fingers sliding up to graze between your legs. your hips bucked towards his fingers. your fingers loosened their grip just slightly, but jihoon kept it moving with his help.
“come here, baby,” jihoon mumbled against your chest, two finger slipping between your folds to tease your entrance. “jihoon,” you squealed out, feeling his lips curl up. he looked up at your face as you were stilled perched above him, his finger grazing your clit and dragging down to your hole, where he finally slid the first finger in.
he caught your body as you leaned forward, your hand giving his member an unintentional but slightly hard grasp. he moaned into you, his finger starting to work its way in and out beneath the water. he felt her wetness, the contrast different to the thinner liquid of the spring. he pushed in the second finger slowly after that, and you almost had to give up on jerking him off.
but could you? the way one of his hands is assisting you in stroking him, while the other is two knuckles deep inside of you is causing his biceps to flex, his black hair sticking to his forehead from the humidity of the spring.
he admired the way you looked, lips parted and eyes struggling to stay open. he watched as your hips moved, basically fucking onto his hand. “that feel good, love?” he asked, his breath becoming tighter. you whined in response, nodding your head as your hand started to move quicker.
he couldn’t stand it, releasing your grasp from his cock and pulling his fingers out of you carefully, despite your disappointment.
his hands circled your waist, pulling you closer and over his length that stood ready for you. “come on, come on..” he practically begged, situating himself before helping you lower your body, your pussy enveloping him - and he felt it with every inch. you watched his chest deflate and tighten back up as he adjusted you. he didn’t realized the grip he had on your waist until he pressed his forehead to your shoulder, glancing down at the way your skin squeezes through the cracks of his fingers.
he slid it back, hands grappling your ass as he pushed up, at the same time helping you lower yourself. your insides quivered with each roll upwards into you. “h-haa..” you breathed out, your lip catching on your teeth briefly before you began to move, giving a soft grind against him that had him pulling you closer, assisting you.
the water hid the lower halves of your bodies, hiding the way your cunt circles his dick in a way that hugs him, keeping you two connecting. “fuck, you feel good,” you whimpered. he let out a slight breathy laugh, kissing your shoulder before bracing his feet against the stone bottom of the hot spring, his hips rolling quicker as he fucked up into you. your fingernails dragged against his back as you pulled up, the bun you kept your hair in bouncing with each slap between your legs. your lips were parted as you made eye contact with him, watching him admiring your figure and face in euphoria.
his thumbs pressed into the sensitive skin between your thigh and vagina, rubbing small circles to stimulate the entirety between your legs, while his palms kept a steady grip on your thighs.
it caused you to chase the tingling sensation, your moans becoming more frequent with every thrust up, every ripple of water around you. “‘m c-cumm—“ he interrupted you, placing one hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in, lips encasing yours as he allowed you to chase your high, riding him as tightly as possible as he ate it all up. he leaned forward to bend you back slightly as your hips continued to roll against him, his own orgasm hitting him right there as well. he was buried deep from this angle, your body tense from behind leaned back towards the water.
he pulled away from the kiss momentarily to allow you both to breath, to regain your breath and assess the position they were in, literally.
“….. you ever tried this one?-“
“shut up, y/n,” jihoon sighed, helping to pull you up back into his lap.
🎀 hoshi couldn't contain himself, all day thinking about you and your pretty pussy kept him on edge and the only solution was to jerk off with his fist, imagining that it was your wet cunt.
