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hey, i’m lulli ♡ welcome to my our unholy playground! i write nsfw stories, mostly rough — free use, rough sex, power play, dirty talk nd others.
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hiii guys i received a lot of requests in these days and i just wanted to say that i ***really*** liked them all BUT i also have a blog in pt (@dinofode) and people request a lot of things there (the last 5-6 stories were brazilian requests) so i will write what you requested (woozi on the yacht and vernon buzzcut especially, oh my god I NEED to write that) but considering requests from another blog + my personal life i'll need some [a lot of] time for that ok?! i'll write as i have time!
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salesman-seungkwan! + reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public (fitting room), rough sex, cumming inside, cute ending (?), fingering.
summary: you meet a weary salesman willing to help you find a dress, and well, much more than that.
the truth is, seungkwan hates his job! he works almost all day as a salesman in a clothing store. after finishing college, he really wanted a trainee or assistant position in the fashion industry, but he graduated without connections, and that's how he's been working for two years now.
and it can always get worse, because boo had planned a short trip for the week but everything fell apart when his boss called him on sunday saying she couldn't let him off anymore because she needed to travel with her family.
and that's how seungkwan is now: in charge of the store and with blood in his eyes.
meanwhile, you enter the store almost desperately seeking salvation. your cousin's wedding is next week, and you still don't have a dress. you even bought one or two on shein, but they definitely only looked good on the models…
“hi,” you say gently as you enter, “i'm looking for a dress.”
seungkwan puts down the magazine he's reading, scanning the entire store as if showing you the thousands of options available. “what kind of dress?”
“to be honest?” you sigh, “i have no idea. can you help me?” you try to read his name on his name tag. “seungkwan, right?” you smile at the handsome sales assistant.
he gives a slight smile; people don't usually pay attention to his name, they don't even bother to read the name tag around his body, so he decides to be a little nicer. he starts walking around the store, showing you the options, "what do you like? floral? pastel? something basic?"
"nothing basic, please!"
he laughs, perhaps the first genuine laugh he's given in weeks. "okay, okay. what's the occasion?"
and while you tell him your whole story about your cousin's wedding dress, which you don't even like *that* much but need to wear to avoid more family problems, seungkwan starts to notice you.
not exactly because you're pretty, he serves so many customers every day that it doesn't attract much attention anymore, but because, besides being pretty, smelling good, and attractive, you're polite and care about him, telling him family gossip as if you were close friends, looking him in the eyes, and calling him by name without hesitation.
and that's dangerous, because seungkwan is so tired that he doesn't know if he can handle someone so… you. someone who, without realizing it, makes him forget for a few minutes that he hates his job.
and who, of course, is incredibly hot.
“want to try this one on? it's on sale for $15.” he says, pulling a dress off the rack, which really seems to be one of the most beautiful dresses you've ever seen in your life.
you look at the tag out of habit, staring at him suspiciously. “seungkwan, here it's $90”
but he doesn't seem to care much, "it's seungkwan's special promotion. a pretty woman pays just what i want."
"are you sure this won't give you problems? i can pay the original price, no problem, sweetheart."
"just t-try the dress!" he chokes.
it's not like there couldn't be a problem, but at the same time, seungkwan has worked there for so long that he knows his boss won't even notice it's missing; she doesn't even look at the stock, let alone notice the disappearance of a single dress.
you enter the fitting room, and the man lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, then realizes he's completely screwed.
"do you think it looks good?" you open the curtain.
the tight dress squeezing your tits, highlighting your waist, and making seungkwan drool, damn, you look fucking gorgeous in that outfit. seungkwan stares at you for too long, completely speechless.
“damn, you look gorgeous.”
“do i really? or are you just trying to sell me something to earn a commission, huh?” you give him a light tap on the arm, looking back at yourself in the mirror.
“definitely, my salary depends on your $12 dress.” he teases, making you laugh at his audacity, the atmosphere becoming too comfortable… “seriously, you look fucking gorgeous.” his eyes fall back on your body, the tip of his lip being bitten.
you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to control the smirk that is forming, adjusting the strap of the dress on your shoulder and staring at the salesman again through the mirror, noticing how much he seems to be controlling himself to avoid devouring you. “i don’t know if i trust you that much, i think you’re just saying that to make me buy it.”
“i think it’s pretty clear that i don’t care about the sale.” he leans against the dressing room wall, staring at you from head to toe, noticing the tight fabric on your backside, thinking things that are far too inappropriate for someone on the job.
“i’ll take it!” you try to deflect, for the sake of both your sanity.
seungkwan is gorgeous, the black dress shirt tucked into his forearms, the tailored trousers highlighting his legs, the crooked badge on his chest, everything about him seems unfairly attractive. and maybe it’s the stress, the playful way he talks, maybe the fact that he’s devouring you with his eyes, you don’t know, but you’re losing your mind with the man in there.
“ah, seungkwan,” you call the salesperson again. “i really need a skirt for a birthday party, do you have any here?”
“a family birthday or…?”
“slut skirt.” you laughs.
he stares at you in silence. then he lets out a laugh so genuine that he shakes his head without even noticing.
“you wanna kill me, don’t you? i’ll see what i can do.”
he walks away through the store again and you close the fitting room curtain, staring at your reflection for a few seconds. fuck, it had been a long time since you felt this much lust for someone you didn’t know.
meanwhile, outside, seungkwan tries to pretend he can think straight. failing miserably, because in his head all he wants at that moment is to have sex with you in the store's fitting room.
but amidst his lustful thoughts, he grabs a tighter black skirt, along with a random shirt, honestly barely paying attention to what he chooses, because if he thinks about you wearing anything, he knows he’ll go crazy.
“i found another option,” he says, approaching the fitting room. “i think-”
and he opens the curtain before even finishing the sentence.
silence.
you freeze instantly.
because in the middle of changing clothes, you're only in your panties and bra.
seungkwan stares at you, completely speechless. his eyes wander down your semi-nude body without any filter. and damn, you're much hotter than he thought.
"oh, fuck," he swallows hard, looking away too late. "sorry."
but he doesn't leave, doesn't even threaten to close the fitting room curtain, and you both notice it.
the silence seems to suffocate you, not from discomfort, but from lust. the damn skirt is still in seungkwan's hand, while he remains standing, totally unable to think, staring at your body once more, blatantly looking at your panties.
“i-i always ask if i can come in, sorry!” despite the words, he doesn't look at your face, but rather at the damn panties you're wearing.
“if i were bothered, i'd tell you to leave…” you say sincerely, his gaze burning into you.
seungkwan has been living on autopilot for months, working himself to the bone, freaking out over clients, sleeping little and having even less sex… he really doesn't even remember the last time he had sex.
and then you appear, gentle, fragrant, and now half-naked in front of him inside a tiny fitting room, looking as if you're also going crazy with all of this.
he's going to lose it.
“you're trying to kill me.” he murmurs almost to himself, wiping his mouth as his gaze drops to your body again, without any shame. “no, seriously.” he laughs weakly, completely disbelieving. “i open the curtain and find you in just your panties.”
his eyes stop on the black fabric once more.
“and this damn pantie is still pretty.”
“it’s just a basic one,” you retort, glancing down quickly. “it doesn’t even have lace.”
“then take it off.” he laughs, trying to joke, but you both realize it wasn’t a joke.
his gaze remains fixed on you, burning you, seungkwan already completely out of control. his own smile slowly fades as he realizes what he just said.
“damn…” he runs a hand over his face, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “sorry. i definitely shouldn’t have said that.”
you don’t react, you don’t reprimand him, because all you can feel is your panty getting wet, the heavy silence, you imagining what he would be like on top of you.
“where’s your boss?”
he laughs irritably, “somewhere out of the country with the family.”
the sentence being the end of any sanity between you, because that's when you kiss him. pulling him roughly by the collar of his shirt, standing on tiptoe to reach his full lips.
the first shock is somewhat violent, almost desperate, and you take a while to adjust your rhythm. his firm hands gripping your hips, his fingers touching the thin fabric of your panties, while you unbutton your dress shirt.
“fuck, we can't do this here.”
but at the same time he makes no move to stop, his firm hand pulling your bare thighs, then playing with the band of your bra, until finally putting a hand inside, squeezing your tits with desire, making you sigh into his mouth.
“hot, so beautiful!” seungkwan unbuttons your bra, then takes off his own shirt.
the fitting room is cramped, without much space for the two of you; clearly not made for what's happening there, but lust speaks louder.
his finger slides easily under your panties, pushing the fabric aside and playing with the wetness between your legs, rubbing his middle finger against your entrance just to see you squeeze your eyes shut.
he brings his finger to his mouth, tasting a little of your flavor, becoming somewhat frustrated when he realizes he can't suck you there, the space is ridiculously small.
"you're still gonna come in my mouth," he says before returning his finger to your cunt
now, slowly inserting it, feeling you gag in his mouth, swallowing your soft moans as your pussy opens wide, accepting him.
"all open for me, babe?"
the affectionate nickname makes you tremble, and he takes advantage to insert another finger, feeling you all wet, accepting him so well.
“s-seungkwan”
the moan is almost like music to him, his fingers going deep into your pussy, your clit hitting the palm of his hand as he stretches you wide.
your hand squeezes his cock through his pants, rubbing it and seeing how big it is, damn, you want this man inside you. you unbutton and unzip his pants shamelessly, whimpering while he still puts his fingers in your hole.
“kwan,” the nickname comes sweetly from your lips. “fuck… fuck, fuck me.”
“ princess, i don’t have a condom here.”
and it's obvious you don't have one either; it was just a trip to the clothing store, you didn't expect to end up in this situation.
seungkwan continues to insert his fingers into you, pulling them out and thrusting them in with a somewhat rough speed, but it's not enough, you need him completely.
"i... i'm on birth control, p-please."
seungkwan growls, "you're making me completely lose control!" he knows it's wrong to have sex without a condom, but he hasn't been able to think straight for a long time.
and then you hear his pants falling to the floor, and you feel him pushing you against the wall, your leg gripping his hip, exposing you even more.
you can't see it, but you feel the head of his thick cock rubbing against you, "are you sure?" seungkwan asks, and your only response is a somewhat pathetic moan.
and he enters, his thick cock stretching your pussy wide, leaving you wide open for him.
“it’s squeezing me tight.” he kisses you awkwardly, his teeth chattering, while every inch of his cock opens you up more and more. “fuck, you’re so hot.”
and when he finally thrusts inside you, seungkwan pulls out all at once, only to thrust back in again, his cock impaling you forcefully, hitting your uterus, and just when you get used to it, seungkwan’s rhythm is brutal.
“swallowing me whole, sweetheart.”
he’s angry, angry at his job, at his boss, angry at not being where he thought he’d be at this point in his career, and he takes all that anger out on your pussy, thrusting hard while he fucks you in the store fitting room.
“k-kwan,” you moan his name, trying to say how good it feels, but the disjointed moans are louder, making you cling to his shoulders.
the thin walls of the fitting room begin to tremble, he opens your legs wider at his waist, making his entire cock enter you.
"such a good pussy!"
you try to moan quietly, because if someone comes into the store you're screwed, but it's impossible, his cock is hitting you in the right place, making your eyes roll back.
"is it good? tell me," he asks hoarsely, almost as if he needs confirmation after all this time without sex.
the heat in the fitting room is unbearable, the ceiling fan not helping at all, sweat drips from seungkwan's forehead, his body contracting as he continues to fuck you.
your wet pussy accepting his thick cock without complaint, you wrap your arm completely around his neck, moaning like a little slut.
you start to tense up on seungkwan's cock, moaning that you're going to come, and that drives him even crazier. he fixes your hair that was starting to fall on your forehead, gives you a quick kiss and thrusts again.
"are you gonna come for me, slut? come, love."
and when your pussy tightens as if it wants to swallow him whole, seungkwan gives a sadistic laugh, the brutal relief after months of not being able to fuck because of that damn job was happening right there in the fitting room.
and you come, your legs trembling and making you weak in his arms, covering his entire cock with your juices.
and seungkwan feels it, feels your pussy contracting, feels your fluid running down his cock, and he continues thrusting slowly, his spasms still ravaging you completely.
"so beautiful!" and he comes.
seungkwan comes almost painfully, after months he's finally coming on something that isn't his own hand. the thick, heavy, warm stuff going inside you, sticking to you completely, filling you up.
and he doesn't stop thrusting until the last drop is out, until it's dripping down your legs.
and even then, when it's over, it's still stuck to you.
your leg slides off his hip, your face still buried in his neck, breathing heavily.
"damn, i really needed that."
a few minutes later you look at each other, laughing a little foolishly at the crazy idea you both had. the fitting room smells of sex and sweat, and seungkwan clearly isn't in any condition to continue his shift.
"you're fucking beautiful," he says, a little foolishly.
"me? damn, you don't know what i felt when i walked into the store and saw you.."
and you stay there, laughing, exchanging caresses and compliments.
"ah, i really want the dress, and the skirt too… i'll wear them on our first date."
“first date?”
“yes? you wanna sleep with me in the fitting room and leave it at that?” he teased, it was already clear that this wasn't the intention of either of you.
“never.”
you stayed in the fitting room for a few more long minutes, a few more kisses, some playful banter, until finally going to the front of the store. he insisted on keeping the r$60 discount on the dress and the skirt as a ‘store gift’ for first-time purchases.
and well, when he texted you after work, you were quick to make plans for the weekend.
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hahahah yess it's her 😭 i'll be hot like that one day #amen
lulli is that you in your pfp on your other tumblr 😳
hiii!!! nooo it's tyla 🥺🥺🥺
submissive woozi , begs u to finger him n he whiness n moans alot okay hes very vocal ok bai
♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: fingering and oral (m.)
everyone always says woozi isn't the biggest fan of physical touch, and well, he really isn't, but he always makes an exception for you. as the months of your relationship, exchanging kisses and hugs became commonplace, and that's what you were doing now. it started as a casual movie in bed, and now the wet kisses you were giving him on his jaw were melting him. after an exhausting day at work, cuddling with you was one of his favorite things to do, the caress of his long hair making him clingy under you.
"b-babe," he whispered softly in your arms.
you laugh, moving your kisses down to jihoon's shoulders, his oversized shirt exposing his chest to leave wet kisses there too, making him even more clingy.
"i'll take care of you today, sweetheart!"
the mischief in your voice is evident, especially given how long you have been together. woozi hadn't planned on inviting you over to watch a movie expecting sex, but he would never complain about that, not when your kisses affected him so much.
his oversized shirt was quickly removed, exposing the defined chest you love so much, fuck, better than any pillow.
you left wet kisses there, listening to your boyfriend moan softly for you, your cunt getting wetter with each of his sighs, and when you wrap your tongue around his nipple, jihoon looked like he is going to collapse.
"p-princess…" his hand caressed your hair, his small nipple covered in your saliva, light hickeys around his chest.
and then you go down, running your tongue over your boyfriend's belly, feeling each muscle with your mouth, while he continues to sigh.
you take off his shorts, smiling when you see the stain on his red underwear, his cock already throbbing for you, and you take the opportunity to remove the fabric as well. "are you hard yet?" you tease him, running your thumb over the head, woozi squirms.
"for you? yeah, always."
these caresses between you are so casual that it doesn't take long for you to suck on jihoon, his thick cock throbbing inside your mouth, the salty taste going straight to your throat, his hand caressing your hair, encouraging you to do whatever you want.
your tongue runs over jihoon's balls, making him lift his hips, opening his legs a little wider, his moans becoming even more seductive, "l-love," he tries to ask, his breath faltering when he feels you suck on his full testicle.
and then he lifts his hips again, a little more desperate, frantically calling you, giving your hair a slight tug, wanting your attention, and when you look at him he asks quickly, almost without thinking.
“honey, u-use your fingers.”
you stare at him, trying to understand if you heard right, is your boyfriend really asking you to finger him?
jihoon notices your confused look, and without any shame (perhaps because of the imminent arousal), asks you again, looking at you almost like a little puppy.
“put your fingers in me, please.”
you are unable to refuse, and when you go to the bathroom to look for lube, you are quick to find the nail clippers and cut without any thought, that's a problem for later, now you just need to give pleasure to your jihoon.
you quickly return to bed, your boyfriend's cheeks flushed, his feet on the mattress exposing the part he so desperately wants touched. without any resistance, you return to his body, teasing his perineum and making him sob between moans.
you spit on his hole, only to then kiss jihoon again, feeling him rub and moan against you, until, without warning, you rub your lubricated finger on the wrinkled hole, and the truth is, your boyfriend has never moaned so loudly.
"f-fuck, t-that's it. god, babe. yes."
the kiss is broken, only so you can stare into his dark eyes as you sink your middle finger in, easily finding his sensitive spot, making jihoon grip the sheets and whimper.
"a-again. please, love, again," he begs without any decency, and you give him what he wants, hitting the spot again, feeling your boyfriend tremble. “m-more”
your ring finger joins your middle finger, with some difficulty, feeling it contract more and more, trying to push your fingers away, even that isn't what jihoon wants.
you kiss your boyfriend again, him swallowing each broken sound while trying to keep up the pace. it's almost impossible to decipher what he's saying when you increase the speed. jihoon becomes a mess of moans and low cries. the lust of having you take him like that consumes him completely, turning him into a bimbo.
and it gets worse when you go down, sucking his cock again without taking your fingers out, determined to make him cum in your mouth, sinking your fingers even deeper into your boyfriend's asshole, while his thick cock plunges into your throat.
he tries to swallow his own moans, but can't, completely lost in his own lust, unable to believe his girlfriend is really doing this to him, his breathing erratic, his eyes barely open as he whimpers indecipherable things.
his toes curl, the little hole tightening even more against your two fingers, and his cock throbbing in your mouth.
and that's how jihoon cums, the thick cum going straight down your throat, a loud, seductive moan that sends you flying.
you don't stop moving, still sucking every last drop of semen and fingering his asshole. you can't see it, but you know your boyfriend is rolling his eyes, especially from the way his body moves against the sheets, desperate.
"p-princess, t-too much—" his hand finds your wrist, a little awkwardly, but almost pleading for you to stop, the overstimulation finishing him off.
you laugh, respecting his wishes and stopping, taking advantage of the last drop of cum you sucked to spit it into his mouth, kissing him afterwards, mixing the saliva and the thick cum between your mouths.
it's jihoon who swallows it all afterwards.
then he snuggles up to you, a little embarrassed, it was the first time he'd asked for something like that.
“was it good?” you ask, concerned about his pleasure.
“y-yes.” his voice still trembles. “i already take care of you, love! just give me a t-”
“relax, today was about you…”
“but you didn’t even-” you cut him off again.
“shhh, rest.” you hug him, being the larger spoon, feeling his pert bottom against you, not missing the opportunity to give his pale bottom a squeeze, the red mark forming there as jihoon moans. “i didn’t know you could be so sensitive… i really wanna test this more often.”
and jihoon relaxes, sleeping peacefully in his woman’s arms.
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barman-bf!mingyu x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: mild mention of unprotected sex, pet names (kitten, baby, etc), oral (m.) cum play, drink play.
summary - you thought mingyu would call you disgusting when you told him about your absurd fantasy of drinking his sperm. instead, he took the idea way too seriously.
you thought your boyfriend would find you weird, a disgusting, clueless girl, when you asked to drink his semen. okay, not in the usual way, of course, you always sucked his dick, never spat out a single drop of his sperm, but the scenario was different, and it all started when, on a normal night, he showed you the new drink he had invented, something with orange that you affectionately nicknamed 'alcoholic vitamin c', and then, a little tipsy from the drink, you ended up letting your boyfriend know about one of the dirtiest ideas that had been going through your head.
"honey... i wanted to try one of your drinks," you admit, a little embarrassed to be saying it out loud.
"what do you mean?" he laughs. "every week you're trying a new invention, and you never complain, you damn drunkard." your boyfriend playfully touches your hair, leaving a caress there.
you feel dirty, but he's the only person you trust with such an act, so you take advantage of the alcohol in your head to blurt out the idea all at once.
"i wanted to drink a cocktail with your cum, babe..."
he chokes in complete shock, not because he judges you, but because he didn't expect to hear that from you so clearly. he'd thought about it too, fuck it, he used to make cocktails, dreaming of the day he'd open his own bar full of signature drinks. of course he'd thought about making you drink his cum mixed with alcohol, but he would never do it without your consent and never actually looked into how to do something like that, but there, with you asking…
his silence is heavy, laden with desire, and you've known each other long enough for you to understand that, knowing he was just as shaken as you were by the dirty idea.
he scratches the back of his neck, staring at you, searching for any trace that this is just a silly joke related to his work, reading each of your expressions, but nothing, no sign that you're just testing him.
"are you serious, baby?" the tone without a hint of judgment, just curiosity.
"if it's crazy i-"
"it's not! it's just that… i've never tried it, i don't know if it would be good."
"i wanna get drunk on your sperm, gyu"
the phrase makes his cock harden. and he's going to try it, he's going to make you the damn drink, he's going to mix his own sperm with alcohol just to put the glass in your hand and watch you drink it all. making you drink his cum like it's something commonplace, that's all he swears to you while thrusting hard into you that day, making you delirious as his cock spurts inside your needy pussy.
well, the weeks go by, and you keep trying your boyfriend's crazy alcoholic drinks, some so good you drink them all, others you can't even take two sips of without grimacing and questioning the ingredients with a clear look of disgust.
spending weekends at mingyu's house is already routine; sometimes you wonder when you'll finally live together and save on rent, seriously, but this time, still on friday afternoon, he texts you.
gyu ❤︎ [6:47 pm]: come sleep here tonight, i want you to try a drink i tested.
you finish cleaning the house and take a shower to go to mingyu's. after years of dating, the doorman doesn't even announce you, and you have a copy of the key, so when you enter the apartment, you see your boyfriend busy in the kitchen.
you give him a quick peck on the lips and sit down on the bar stools, "you said drink and you're making dinner all night? you're going to spoil me!" laugh, because he's spoiled you a long time ago. you eat, talk about your busy week, and then you wash the dishes.
that's when he asks if you want a drink and starts preparing the cocktail
you sit watching the process: he puts in the ice, vodka, condensed milk, and a generous dose of something you don't quite recognize, probably some new ingredient. he shakes the drink for a while, staring at you with the most mischievous look possible as he pours it and adds a little more of the ingredient you don't recognize.
but that's always been the dynamic: you taste it and only then try to guess what you're drinking.
“ready! you can drink it!” he says.
you bring the glass to your lips, taking a generous sip, mingyu still beside you, arms crossed, staring at you with complete attention.
the drink is different, a little thicker than he usually makes, sweet at first, the alcohol strong as always. the problem is the finish, a salty taste that completely breaks the rest of the flavor.
it's not bad. in fact, that's the strangest thing, it's good in a way you didn't expect. sweet, strong, creamy… and then that final touch that completely breaks the logic of the previous flavor, something that clings to the palate.
mingyu continues to observe you, trying to decipher your sensations regarding the drink.
“it's salty,” you state.
and he laughs slightly, “it couldn't be otherwise.”
the flavor lingers on your tongue, overpowering the alcohol and any other ingredients. you take another sip, still trying to figure out what the hell you're drinking. usually, even if you're wrong, you have a guess, but right now your mind is a blank.
"bad?" he asks.
"different, it feels like this stuff stuck to my tongue." you let out a chuckle.
he moves a little closer, holding the glass in his hand and bringing it to his lips, "drink, honey!" and even though it wasn't your favorite drink, you obey, feeling him tilt the glass in your mouth, feeling the final taste linger even more.
feeling the salty taste of mingyu on your tongue.
“good girl,” he says, his voice thick with lust, “you drank it all!” his hard cock starts rubbing against you, “you drank all my cum, princess!”
your eyes widen in pure shock, not in a bad way, but understanding that everything makes sense: the taste, the texture, the way he looked at you before drinking.
the residue makes you swallow hard, remembering the request from weeks ago.
mingyu really did mix his own cum with condensed milk and watched you drink it as if it were normal.
“that was… your sperm?” your eyes sparkle as you ask, overjoyed, almost as if you'd received a gift.
“why are you surprised? you know i do everything you ask.”
lust hits you hard, and that's when you start running your index finger along the rim of the glass, trying to collect any remaining thick cum to bring to your mouth.
“hey, hey!” he laughs. “stop being crazy.” he starts unbuttoning his sweatpants. “come here. get it straight from the source, kitten.”
everything happens so fast, you’re kneeling, sucking him with devotion, feeling the salty taste linger on your tongue, feeling the veins of his thick cock contracting, swallowing every milliliter of the liquid that comes out of his swollen head.
he makes a ponytail in your hair, letting you play with his drooling cock, your gaze quickly falls on the glass still on the counter, now empty, damn, you really had drunk that stuff.
and when he cums, even though you’ve already swallowed sperm minutes before, you continue devouring every drop, taking mingyu inside you in every way possible.
“you’re insane,” he says when he finally manages to breathe, pulling you up to kiss you, feeling himself in your mouth.
and you're going to make mingyu tell you everything, how he thought about it, how he stored it, what he was thinking while he was milking himself for you, damn, you have so many questions, but they'll be answered later, because when he kneels in front of you, you know it's time for him to prove himself to you.
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mechanic!mingyu x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, 'slut, bitch', humiliation, public sex (on the street), size kink, hair pulling.
summary - your car dies in the middle of the street and your mechanic sends his friend to save you.
you take a deep breath when you notice your car simply dies in the middle of the street. you haven't had one of your best days; even the party you tried to go to to distract yourself was a drag, and to make matters worse, now your car has simply shut off and won't start again. trying not to stress yourself out even more, you pick up the phone to call mingi even though it's almost dawn.
song mini is your trusted mechanic; every time your car has any kind of problem, you take it to him, and he or his team always saves you.
"hi, mingi! sorry to call at this hour, but my car simply died in the middle of the street."
and then you hear a sigh from the man, “hi, are you okay?” you say yes, that the car just stalled but there was no accident involved. “girl, i’m traveling with my wife…” he admits, making you apologize profusely. “relax, i’m sending you mingyu’s number, he works with me at the autoshop, i think he can help you, okay?”
you thank him, texting his friend and thankfully getting a quick reply, and after sending the address, he asks you to wait twenty minutes for his arrival.
twenty minutes pass by quickly; you're casually scrolling through your tiktok, trying to kill time, when you notice the white car approaching with the autoshop's logo on the side. the car parks right behind yours, its high beams illuminating the street. you sigh in relief that you'll finally be able to resolve this and go home, so you unlock your own door and get out, but nothing, for real, nothing prepares you for the man who gets out of the vehicle.
mingyu is wearing a simple black tank top and dark shorts with a very low waist. his hair is slightly damp, as if he just took a shower, and he also has a tired expression on his face.
you can easily notice his strong arms, the relaxed way he closes the door with one hand and walks towards you as if he hadn't just come out in the middle of the night to help you.
fuck, naturally hot man.
"did you talk to mingi?" the question sounds low, hoarse, heavy with sleepiness; you feel a little guilty because he's clearly tired.
"y-yes. sorry about the time, i just really trust him and the team."
"he told me, i was almost sleeping when he called and said you were gonna text," he confesses.
you murmur a 'sorry,' but he quickly says it's no problem, after all, it's his job. his eyes quickly scan your body before focusing on the car.
“did you open the hood to see anything?”
“no, i thought it was better to wait for you.”
“you did the right thing,” mingyu murmurs.
he walks around the front of the car and opens the hood easily, after all, it’s his routine. you lean against the car, trying to look normal, your tiny skirt making you feel the cold wind against your legs, and then you cross them.
mingyu notices too quickly, his eyes drift down for a second, a little fast, but not at all discreet.
“coming back from a party?” he asks casually while fiddling with some engine part.
you look at your own clothes and laugh. “that slutty skirt gives you away, doesn’t it?”
“quite a bit, but you look beautiful,” he comments, still focused on the car. and then he realizes what he just said. “i meant that it doesn’t look like comfortable clothes to be standing in the middle of the street.”
damn liar. he meant that you look too hot to be casually buying bread at the market at eleven o’clock at night, and that yes, it’s a slutty skirt.
you bite your lip, the party was a drag, your car broke down in the middle of the street, but maybe the night won’t end so badly…
“and you? do you usually work like this?” you asks, staring shamelessly at his low-cut shorts and tight black tank top. mingyu tilts his head almost as if asking why. “no uniform, casual.”
he laughs, his voice heavy with sleep. “damn, i was already lying down, i told you, i only came because mingi said it was urgent!”
he leans back over the engine, his long fingers already stained with grease, his posture relaxed as someone clearly used to solving problems like this.
you, on the other hand, are too busy trying not to notice the hot guy in front of you, clearly drooling over him like a bitch in heat.
“besides, he owes me a lot for this,” mingyu comments distractedly.
“for waking you up?”
“no.” he looks up at you for a second, wiping his fingers on his shirt. “for sending me alone down a deserted street with a woman like that wearing that little skirt.”
you gasp, your legs wobbling for a split second as he looks back at the engine as if he hadn't just blatantly flirted with you.
“you say that to all your clients, don't you?” he asks, trying to sound less affected than he really is.
“i don't usually see hot clients in the middle of the night.”
son of a bitch.
mingyu partially closes the hood. “apparently it’s just the battery, princess, it won’t take long to replace.”
you murmur something in thanks, trying to act normal while your brain is still processing that he just indirectly called you hot.
“but to be honest, it’s hard to concentrate.”
you laugh and raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “why?”
“because every time i look, you’re staring at me like you want i fuck you.”
your breath catches, and mingyu lets out a laugh, heading towards the company’s car to get another battery.
meanwhile, you try to recover some of your dignity, opening the purse thrown on the passenger seat and leaning out the open window looking for your lip gloss, too distracted trying to reorganize your thoughts after those absurd sentences.
and then your legs tremble, because you feel his hard cock rubbing depravedly against you.
firm. slow. without any disguise. and his hand firmly on your waist making it clear that it's intentional, and from then on you don't even care if his grease-stained fingers are soiling the hem of your white blouse.
the thin fabric of the skirt making you feel the thick cock rubbing against your ass.
"i tried to control myself," he confesses softly, almost laughing. "i swear i tried."
but he doesn't seem sorry, quite the opposite. he rubs again, firmer, eliciting an involuntary sigh from you as his hand goes down a little, now playing with the waistband of your skirt.
“you show up wearing that tiny skirt…” mingyu brings his mouth close to your ear. “you look at me with that slutty little face, and then you’re all bent over in the car window for me.”
you don’t even try to get up, far from it, you stand on tiptoe trying to make him brush against your hole.
and mingyu lets out a hoarse sound against your ear when he realizes what you’re trying to do.
“so hot…” he groans. you feel his hip again, heavier, more depraved, shamelessly taking advantage of how your skirt rides up a little in that position. “i just came to change a fucking battery.”
you turn your face, still half your body inside the car, barely able to see, but catching just enough of his large body rubbing against yours.
“pretty little slut!” he lifts your skirt, exposing your panties, which are just as short, the fabric wedged tightly in your ass, wet at your entrance, driving him crazy. “i knew from the moment you got out of the car you were going to give me trouble.”
he slaps your ass, nothing too hard, and then you feel his body detach from yours. you watch through the window as he closes the hood and leaves the battery up there, returning to you.
at that moment, fuck everything, fuck the job, the damn battery, fuck if you're in the middle of the street and anyone could walk by…
but unlike what you expect, mingyu doesn't rub his dick against you again; he kneels down, barely caring about his knee on the asphalt, and then buries his face in yours.
his tongue brushed against the damp fabric that barely covered your pussy, "pretty pussy." he let out a moan against your skin, then smelled you.
you felt the cold air as he pushed the fabric aside, but the heat between your legs is much stronger, mingyu's tongue wet, drooling, and sucking the entire length of your cunt, making you tremble. he's in no hurry, even though he's on the dirty asphalt.
"f-fuck," you moaned softly, sending the vibration to his hard cock.
mingyu pulled his cock out of his shorts, but didn't touch it, just left his throbbing cock there. he was too busy sucking you, your pussy getting even wetter with each lick, contracting in the emptiness.
the wet muscle entered your little hole, tasting the salty flavor. mingyu grunted, running his tongue all over you, taking advantage of the position to leave a lick on your asshole too, rubbing his face there, happy. “shit,” he mutters, staring at the tips of his fingers, which were covered in grease. no matter how hard he tried to clean them, there were still traces there. “i really wanted to finger that little pussy,” he admits.
he tries again, rubbing his fingers on your shirt, even spitting to see if it helps clean it better, but it's kind of useless, it doesn't clean completely and he doesn't want to get you dirty, not like that.
he grunts, annoyed, adjusting himself and going back to sucking you lasciviously, running his tongue over your soaked entrance, burying his face there, making you roll your eyes as you try to grip the steering wheel and the seat.
you feel his hard cock rubbing between your legs, the wet head smearing you with precum.
mingyu sucks you like it's the last meal of his life, having fun forcing the muscle in your ass, watching you squeal, then going back to your pussy and lasciviously rubbing your clit. your leg trembles and he laughs, sinking even deeper into you, squeezing your hips tightly.
and when you come, he swallows every last drop, sticking his tongue in your hole to get more.
mingyu holds you firmly, slowly lifting you from the ground, ignoring your bruised knees, then guides you to the hood of the car, pushing the battery aside, laying you down there. and without saying anything, he kisses you.
his warm lips devour you in an intense kiss, your taste on his tongue, dominating you, his large hand moving up your body, slipping under your shirt and searching for your tits. he unhooks your bra any which way, squeezing your tits and playing with the nipples, hard from the cold. "fuck."
he continues circling your nipple with his thumb, while his mouth bites and sucks your jaw and neck, leaving some light marks there, your pussy getting wet again.
“fuck me, mingyu!” she moans hoarsely, needy.
in a brusque movement, your skirt is bunched up at your waist, he quickly grabs his huge, thick cock and rubs it against your wet cunt.
“please…” you whine again, opening your own legs.
the request makes mingyu lose the last vestige of sanity. he rips off yours panties in one go, throwing them beside the drums, and without any tenderness, pushes inside.
rough. strong. your tight little pussy contracting around his thick, throbbing cock inside you.
“slutty pussy,” the cold hood of the car presses against your back as mingyu lays you completely down, slowly inserting his cock, letting your little hole adjust to his fat cock, pulling it all the way out only to thrust back in all at once, making you whimper like a little whore on his big cock.
"tight as fuck!" he growls, his eyes fixed on yours, making your pussy throb even more around him.
then he pulls out, tucking everything in and then burying his cock deep inside all at once, harder, making you moan loudly, without any shame, his thick cock stretching your tight pussy.
"i'm gonna break your pussy, i want you dumb from my dick," he promises, and then he does it again, faster, burying it deep, making his balls slap against you, making the car hood creak slightly.
mingyu's hands squeeze your tits, his body lying on top of yours, giving you a dirty kiss while his cock impales you without any decency. a car passes by you two, its low beams illuminating the two of you in the profane act, but he doesn't care, much less you; the thrusts continue strong, hitting your pleasure point, making you roll your eyes at him. the car passes slowly, staring at you both, enjoying the little show, but doesn't stop, just keeps going and disappears around the corner.
you groan when his cock comes completely out of you, but mingyu quickly resolves the situation, grabbing your waist and turning your body, putting you on all fours on the cold hood.
your face against the icy metal.
and before you can even breathe, mingyu buries his thick cock inside you, the position making you feel full, hitting your sweet spot perfectly, making your eyes roll back as you moan loudly.
mingyu can't hold back, a hard slap lands on your ass, the crack audible to anyone passing by, him grabbing the bruised flesh immediately afterward.
"so hot. pretty whore." he delivers another slap.
his cock brutally pounding your pussy, the force of the thrusts making your body almost jump against the hood, the cold metal provoking new sensations in your already deliriously horny body.
mingyu fucks you hard, forcefully against your hips, making you feel every inch of his cock.
"moan, bitch, moan for me while my cock destroys that pussy."
you obey, moaning even louder, unable to hold back.
the position, his cock opening your pussy, hitting the perfect spot while throbbing inside, his balls slapping against your body, your sweaty skin making the 'plops' audible.
he grabs your hair, his firm hand pulling a handful while his nails lightly scratch the hood. mingyu notices, satisfied, your body trembling, your delicious pussy tightening even more around his cock.
"are you gonna cum for me? cum, bitch! i'm dying to fill you with cum too."
he doesn't stop, maintaining the same speed, moaning in your ear, pulling your hair.
"f-fuck, mingyu-u," your voice is weak, trembling, full of lust.
and you cum, screaming his name even louder, your pussy contracting around his big cock buried deep inside you, trying to suck him even deeper.
the way your body reacts to the orgasm is the trigger for mingyu, "bitch!" he groans in a growl as he cums.
the jets of hot milk, deep inside you, filling your entire pussy. he tries to bury himself even deeper, plunging his cock deep inside you, making you swallow every last drop of his cum.
and he stays there until the last drop is inside you, his cock throbbing as the thick cum spills out.
you both start to catch your breath, your chests racing, your bodies limp, both sweaty, but laughing for no reason…
mingyu pulls out of you, dragging some of the semen out, and helps you sit on the hood, awkwardly tucks his own cock back into his underwear and pulls up his shorts, then carefully pulls down your skirt, and then adjusts your bra and shirt. you pretend not to notice him putting your panties in your pocket.
“are you okay?” he asks, his voice affectionate in contrast to everything they did. you nod, and he quickly walks to the car, grabs a small bottle of water and hands it to you.
you accept, drink the water slowly, still a little dizzy.
"sorry if i was too rough," he scratches the back of his neck. "i went a little overboard, you're fucking hot."
you laugh, saying everything is fine, and that you liked it.
“it’s cold… i still need to change the battery, get in the car, it’s better than getting cold.”
“more than i already have?” you tease, laughing, but obeyed and got into your car, watching mingyu lift the hood again.
a few minutes later, mingyu finished, closing the hood and going to the driver’s side window to talk to you.
“it’s ready, sweetheart, you can go home now!” he smiled, making you weak with just a look.
“how much was it?”
“a date.” you stared at him confused, not quite understanding. “let me take you on a date and the new battery is paid for.”
you smiled. “well, you already have my number, gyu!”
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Hiii
Woozi in camgirl is amazing!!! I love how confident he is
I screamed when he realized it was her all the time!!! I loved it!!
omg thank u sooooo much! i really love that woozi too, i think he's my favorite tbh
camgirl!reader x woozi ♡smut [18+ mdni]#important warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, 'slut, bitch', humiliation, virtual sex, creampie, sex recording (a few seconds), mild overstimulation, chokehold!!!!!!!!!!!
summary - you accidentally discover that your neighbor is the guy you virtually have sex with every day.
jihoon had always been a very focused guy, both at work and in his personal life. he always thought things through before acting. he used to spend the night in the studio, often working without eating or even drinking water, a prime example of a workaholic. until you happened.
it all started with a link posted on an reddit producers' forum. some crazy person asked if yours moans could be used in a song or if it would lead to a lawsuit. he replied that yes, the guy should get his lawyer ready, but he was curious about the content.
he felt a little pathetic when he clicked the 'subscribe' button and paid the monthly subscription fee. jihoon was never a big fan of porn, not that he was frigid, just not the type of man who watched it frequently. he always preferred real things.
however, he subscribed, initially out of pure curiosity, but later he became somewhat obsessed, hoping every day for a notification of your live stream just so he could see your tits bouncing while you playfully bounced on a dildo.
money was never a problem for him, although he still felt a little embarrassed by the amount he sent, but it was his way of saying he was there without having to comment like other guys did.
and it was on a random day, right at the beginning of the live stream, that he sent something in the chat for the first time while you were still taking off your thin blouse to show your tists.
[w96jh]: i saw a tweet about sabrina carpenter and it reminded me of you! can i send it to you in private chat later?
you laughed, asking why sabrina, and he replied that it was because of the poster behind your bed.
later you opened a private chat with him.
he was the first and only guy you talked to outside of live streaming. you know very little about him, only that he's a producer, almost 30, and desperate to sleep with the neighbor from the apartment next door. sometimes you chat a bit about life, and sometimes you have virtual sex.
and that's exactly what you're doing right now.
you stare at the computer screen, watching the man's pink cock being mistreated, the head of his dick all wet, you watch w96jh spread his legs wider, the tips of his fingers turning red from the effort.
"fuck, i need your pussy here!" he groans. "open your legs wider, let me see better!"
you obey, placing one leg on your desk, giving him a perfect view of the vibrator going in and out of you. you can't see his face, but w96jh is drooling, wishing it was him going in and out of you like that.
"so sexy, i wanna fuck you so bad." he jerks off his own cock harder, you can hear him panting and moaning amidst the wet sounds. "leave you all weak from my cock." he raves.
your legs tremble, and all you want is this man with you, telling you to take it like a good girl. the camera isn't enough, and although it's nice to see his pink cock cuming for you, you feel frustrated that you can't have that in person.
"come for me, let me watch you come."
and after both of you orgasm, the video call is disconnected. you and w96jh have this kind of relationship now, he's your most loyal subscriber, the only one with the privilege of seeing you privately.
being a camgirl isn't your job; you still have a normal life like everyone else, working tediously in an office.
the thing is, when you get home tired, things change. orgasming relieves stress, and being watched makes the orgasm even more enjoyable. that's how you opened an account on a platform to do live masturbation sessions. it's not always, you don't force yourself to do it, and you don't even have a routine, but when you want to, there are guys there willing to subscribe for a month and even send you more money while they watch you.
i mean, now you also have w96jh with private video calls, but you don't charge him for that either, although the producer always sends you a considerable amount after talking to you.
[w96jh]: like i already said, i'll pay for your plane ticket to come see me… [you]: stop being crazy! i don't even know your real name!
but you're thinking about it, of course you're, you get all horny just thinking about that thick cock opening up your little pussy.
[w96jh]: i'll tell you when you come see me… [you]: i'll think about it. but hey, how's your neighbor? [w96jh]: she's driving me crazy, i saw her arriving last night in a little skirt, lucky she didn't see me i think i'd go nuts if i had to greet her. [you]: you should, idk, try something. [w96jh]: oh sure, i'll say 'hi, i'm your next-door neighbor and i really wanna fuck your pussy.' [you]: you say that to me all the time… [w96jh]: it's different. you want me to eat your pussy, she… i still don't know what her deal is. [w96jh]: i'm naughty, not crazy. [w96jh]: anyway, i'll leave you alone, princess! by the way, i sent you money to buy that vib i told you about… [you]: i told you, you didn't need it… [w96jh]: i'll benefit from this too, i don't see any problem…
you leave the chat and get out of bed, tidying up the mess you made and going to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.
that's when you hear him.
your own next-door neighbor is a 166cm tall guy, with skin kind of like edward cullen's, a pair of biceps that make you think about sex in a chokehold, and ears that turn red every time he sees you.
you don't talk much, it never goes beyond an elevator conversation, but this man drives you crazy. it's really understandable when w96jh talks about his neighbor because you feel the same way about your neighbor; every time you get in the elevator, you pray to every being in the universe that the metal box would freeze so you could have wild sex right there.
but that never happened, and your repressed lust only grows stronger every day.
the apartment walls aren't very thick, so it's easy to hear the rustling of pots and pans that have been knocked over. you giggle, thinking the noise could easily be him eating you out on the kitchen counter, but in the end you don't even know if he's straight or single.
you took a deep breath, trying to swallow your thoughts along with the water, and then went to take a shower.
would it be too crazy to agree to meet w96jh?
“open wider, my pretty slut! let me see you!”
you couldn't even think straight, you want to obey, but the vibrator's speed is driving you crazy.
“s-slow down.” you moans, asking without much conviction for him to slow down the vibrator he was controlling.
“take it, whore.” he growl, maintaining the speed and making your eyes roll back. “open your legs,i wanna see you.”
you hate the fact that he isn't there, that he couldn't slap you like he promise and force you to open your legs to endure it all. “f-fuck!” you try to open your legs, the heat rising in your stomach.
what kept you going is looking at the laptop screen, the speed at which he is jerking his own cock, the desperation to come as much as you did.
“stop playing hard to get, damn it, let me fuck that pussy!”
he increase the intensity of the vibration, almost as a kind of punishment for you not going to meet him sooner. then he cums, the semen going straight to his laptop camera and dripping down the screen.
he murmurs something before trying to wipe it with his finger, but it's kind of useless. curiously, the scene turns you on even more, being the trigger for you to cum.
and this time you don't need to warn him, you can't even, because for the first time in your life you squirt, completely soaking the bed with a squirt that you yourself were atheist about.
the sensation is something completely new, you breathing heavily, staring at the soaked sheet. the vibrator is set to the lowest speed and turned off seconds later so you can calm down.
"are you okay?" he asks gently, wiping the camera with a tissue, and even then you can't see his face, damn it.
"i'm… just… damn… first time i've ever squirted."
your legs are still open, you continue breathing deeply, trying to recover, and all he wants at the moment is to run his fingers over you and really taste you.
"consider carefully about coming to see me, i've already told you that, regardless of where you're from, i'll pay for your ticket."
the next morning, you want to swear when you realize the shopping cart from the parking lot isn't there. not that you had that much stuff, but damn it, you'd just come back from the market, and every week it's the same old story of them taking the cart and not returning it.
your complaint is loud as you wrap the bags around your arm, cursing all the residents of the building, and then he appears.
your neighbor from next door, wearing gym clothes with a considerably large bag beside him; you didn't even notice when he arrived in his car in the garage.
"want some help carrying the bags upstairs?" he offers.
"oh, hi, jihoon! no problem!" you try to refuse.
"let me help, neighbor."
he takes most of the bags in his hand, leaving you with only two. during the short elevator ride, he also complains about the cart always disappearing, problems with the building. you subtly notice how he doesn't seem to be making any effort to carry it, and you bite your lip.
once again hoping the elevator will stop.
unfortunately, it doesn't, and he helps you put the groceries on your kitchen counter.
"thank you!"
"nothing! just call if you need anything." he smiles and leaves.
damn, you need this man on top of you.
the day passes, tedious as always, your mind still a little clouded by what happened earlier. jihoon could make you weak in the knees without any effort, he's one of those guys who's arousing just by breathing and makes your panties wet just by opening his mouth.
on the other hand, you still think about your loyal client, trying to convince yourself more and more that you shouldn't go to him, but at the same time, what's the harm? sometimes he doesn't even live that far away, right?
you take a deep breath, opening the platform's website and using those few seconds of insanity to message the man whose cock you only know. you have a plan in your head: you'll talk to him, ask for a video chat, ask to see his face, and if he's as handsome as he is hot… say you want to see him in person.
[you]: are you busy?
the three dots that appear seconds later make you nervous.
and everything is interrupted by a fucking cockroach running through your room.
okay, you're a woman, you live alone, you're used to killing insects like that. the problem is when it takes flight, leaving you speechless.
"HOLY SHIT!" is your cry of despair.
and as they say, desperate situations require desperate measures, so without thinking you knock on the door of the strongest person you know nearby, which is to say, you knock on your neighbor jihoon's door.
he opens the door, shirtless, wearing only shorts, staring at you somewhat confused, and the situation is so desperate that you don't focus much on his abs.
but fuck, he's hot.
"hi, neighbor!?" he says, a little confused, scratching the back of his neck trying to understand what you were doing there.
and despite the divine sight in front of you, you remember perfectly well what you were doing there. "there's a giant cockroach in my room." he raises an eyebrow, holding back a chuckle at your desperation. "flying," you justify yourself.
and he understands, going into the apartment to get some spray, and going with you to the yours. even though the situation wasn't exactly ideal, you can't help but notice his defined back, combined with his pale skin, you can only imagine digging your nails in and leaving marks.
"where is it?" he asks, almost as if talking about a criminal.
you point to your room, opening the door for him to enter.
jihoon quickly goes to the insect and sprays poison, then picks it up with a piece of paper to throw it in the trash.
but when he returns to the room to get the bottle again, that's when he realizes.
no. fucking. way.
the color of the room, the headboard, the products on your bedside table, even that damn sabrina carpenter poster.
there's no way this is real. this is probably a bad joke or even the effect of the previous night's sleepless night.
he chokes, trying to process everything, everything being too similar to just be a coincidence, and that's when he starts connecting the dots.
the crumpled shirt on the bedroom floor is the same one he watched you take off yesterday, playing with your nipples as he instructed, even the slightly crooked bed with the poster, something that always bothered him but he never told you.
it's not a coincidence.
it can't be.
"did you kill it?"
his voice echoes through the room, bringing him back to reality. he turns, staring at you, analyzing your body from head to toe, a body he knows so well. jihoon's gaze almost burns you, it's as if it pierces you. you don't quite understand what's happening.
"are you okay, jihoon?"
he don't answer, still pondering what to say, because even though everything indicates yes, it could still be a huge coincidence, he scratches the back of his neck, still trying to reorganize his thoughts.
"you're acting weird!"
"am i?" he laughs, without any humor.
and he knows. he looks you up and down, trying to process that the hot neighbor he's always wanted to fuck is also the slut he has virtual sex with almost every day.
"do you like her?" he points to the sabrina's poster near your bed.
you still haven't quite grasped his point, but you notice the tension in the air, and you know it's not just because of how little clothing he's wearing.
"sabrina? yes."
"i know…"
the answer is so quick it makes you freeze. and in a matter of seconds you begin to understand what's happening there, his thirsty gaze tracing you as if he knows you too well.
"you know?" but still a little insecure. what if it's all a figment of your imagination?
"what's your username?" you stare at him confused. "on the platform, what the hell is your username?"
and there you are certain, the way he speaks, the tone of his voice, even the damn chest you've seen so many times it's almost an insult not to have recognized it before.
"you may not answer me, but you know i know!" he teases, taking a step forward and staring at your body again. "you know i know every detail of that dirty whore mind of yours."
you choke, because it's not a lie. w96jh jihoon knows your dirtiest desires well, knows exactly what excites you, it's not like you have anywhere to run.
it's not like you want to run.
"i was talking about paying for your ticket, and in reality all i had to do was ring the doorbell next door." he laughs. "you already knew?"
"no." you answer quickly.
"of course not," he mocks. "or you would have called me before to eat that pussy, right?"
you don't answer, not because you don't want to, but because you're still processing everything. and he notices.
“look, i told you: i’m a player but i’m not crazy. if you don’t want to, tell me and i’ll just leave, we’ll pretend this never happened.”
“stay. fuck, jihoon, stay.” you reply without even thinking.
his gaze meets yours again, darker.
“good girl! you want to get fuck, don’t you?” he gets closer to you, making you tremble. “all cocky on camera, what happened, huh?” he laughs, a mocking little laugh before grabbing your waist tightly, “you’re screwed in my hands.” and then he kisses you.
the kiss is dirty, lascivious, jihoon clearly wants to devour you, one hand firmly on your back, pressing your whole body against his naked torso, his lips pressed against yours, his wet tongue dominating yours.
you take advantage of the lack of a shirt to grab his shoulders, squeezing them tightly while the man dominates you, trying to process that this is really real. damn, you're doubly lucky.
he pushes you against his bed, a little rough but still careful, kissing you uncontrollably.
"your skin is so good, shit," he says, kissing your neck while running his hand all over your body, caressing you. jihoon gives you a light tap on the face in provocation. "show me those tits, go on."
you comply, quickly lifting your shirt, exposing your nipples to him. you weren't used to wearing a bra at home, and he knew it well, he knew from the live streams, but also when he casually met you in the hallway to take out the trash.
"so beautiful." he's quick to suck on one of your nipples, nibbling on the tip while his thumb circles the other. your hands go to his hair, pulling with a little force while you moan. “fuck…”
a slap is delivered against your wet nipple, making you arch your back on the bed, without much time to breathe as jihoon's tongue circles your other nipple. he takes the opportunity to leave some hickeys on your chest, leaving some marks there so that when you go live everyone will know that someone fucked you.
your panties are already wet, transferring to your thin shorts as well, that's when he stares at you, his eyes hungry.
that's when he sees the stain on the fabric, and literally salivates. “did it even soak your shorts, baby?” he starts playing with the waistband of the fabric. “all this for my dick?”
you lift your hips a little, so he can pull down your shorts, and sigh when his tongue passes over your panties, the wet mark a little too big.
he doesn't have much patience when he rips your panties, turning the fabric into an even thinner piece of cloth, now bunched up on your hip. he pushes your ankle slightly to the side, leaving you more open.
and for a few seconds jihoon just stares, your cunt completely wet, you with the most bitchy look possible staring at him.
"are you just going to keep staring?" you tease, a little agitated by his delay.
he grunts, using his fingers to open you, leaving you even more exposed while he spits a thick stream of saliva there.
"before i fuck you hard with my dick, you're going to cum in my mouth and on my fingers, you're going to be all weak for me." he lowers his face, getting closer to you. "i want you moaning like a little slut, like you do in every live stream, i want to hear that dumb bitch moan of yours."
he locks your thigh with his arms, burying his face in your pussy. from your nose to your chin, jihoon doesn't care about getting messy with you, he wants your scent to linger on his face. his tongue alternates between sucking on your clit, gathering more of the arousal leaking from your hole, and even carelessly tracing your pussy lips. he just wants to take it all, to suck every inch of the pussy he's dreamed of for months.
you moan, without even needing to pretend. you moan because you've never felt a guy so devoted, moaning with the sensation of his nose brushing against your clit while he sucks you completely depravedly.
two fingers are inserted. it's so easy it's almost embarrassing.
"even your pussy knows you're mine," he says before going back to sucking your clit, his fingers working quickly against you, hitting your sweet spot, making you roll your eyes when he hits it.
"m-more." your tone is drawn out, almost pleading. and he inserts another.
three of jihoon's fingers opening your little pussy wide for him, while he doesn't stop sucking your already sensitive clit. he moans softly against you, sucking you with desire, inserting another finger.
his four fingers opening you.
your thigh gives the first signs of orgasm, closing around jihoon's head. he doesn't complain, just pulls one of them open to keep it open, continuing with the same precision, making you see stars. he takes the hand that was on your thigh to your nipple, knowing you're sensitive there, and when he squeezes your nipple you come.
he quickly removes his fingers from inside you to use his tongue, sucking every last drop, swallowing all your pleasure.
“so tasty!” he pats your clit.
you watch him pull down his shorts and underwear, his pink cock slapping against his defined abs, the head all covered in precum.
“i imagined you like this for so long, all spread open on the bed for me, waiting for my cock to break you open.”
“j-jihoon.” the words leave you feeling weak.
you stare at his pink cock again, you’ve seen it so many times you know it well, even the prominent purple vein right in the middle. you smile when you notice it’s slightly curved upwards, knowing it will hit you exactly where it needs to.
“and that little bitch face?” he asks, giving you another light tap on the cheek before leaving a decidedly unchaste kiss on your lips.
he finishes tearing the panties that were bunched up on your hip, throwing them to some corner of the bed.
“my little bitch.”
his palm rubs against the head of his own cock, he crawls across the bed towards you. jihoon doesn't say anything, he just stares at you, first deep into your eyes, then at your tits, the marks he left there, your stomach, your hips, your pussy.
he stares at you clearly, still somewhat astonished, not believing you're there. and he's not the only one caught in this sensation, you stare at his slightly messy hair, with some strands sticking to his forehead due to sweat, even with the air conditioning on, you stare at his chest, his abdomen, and especially his hard cock hitting there.
you've seen this so many times, in so many video calls, and now you can finally taste it, you can touch it, damn it, w96jh and jihoon are the same person, and he really wants to fuck you.
“i think i’m gonna cum just looking at you,” he laughs, half-dazed with lust at seeing you like this.
his hand slides over your body. all over your body. the tips of his fingers slowly tracing, until they stop at your entrance, all wet because of him.
he spreads your legs a little more, holding his own cock and finally brushing it against your opening, teasing.
the pink head rubbing against your little hole while he gasped, staring at you, controlling himself so as not to shove it all in at once.
“are you going to let me fuck you without a condom?” he teases. “you know i’m gonna cum quickly, right?” his confesses, his thick cock still playing at the entrance of your pussy. “but don’t worry, we’re gonna cum more than once, i’ll leave you dripping.”
jihoon enters so slowly it feels like torture, you feel his thick cock stretching you completely, making you widen for him, accepting his thick dick well. you'd already noticed from the videos that his dick had a… nice thickness, but there, feeling it inside you, feeling the slight burning of your pussy getting used to it, damn, it stretched you completely.
and when his balls hit you for the first time, jihoon growls, giving you a lascivious kiss afterward, and that's when he starts to move, making your pussy get used to the thickness of his cock.
"b-big, jihoon," you whine.
sly moans escaped your mouth, and when your eyes started to roll back, jihoon grabbed your jaw, his thumb pressed against your lower lip.
"at me, bitch! look at me while i fuck you."
the order made your body shiver. he increased the speed of his movements, hitting hard every time he thrust you, every time he growled, firmly hitting your pussy.
his other hand on your hip squeezes even tighter, jihoon going rougher, faster. the thrusts hit you in the exact spot, making your eyes roll back as you scratch his body, making you moan like a little slut in heat.
"so tight for me!" he groans between words, a hoarse moan.
"f-fuck."
jihoon loved virtually fucking you, but nothing compares to skin-to-skin contact, and he was going crazy. after so much masturbation, after so much cumming thinking about you, he is there, his cock fucking you, feeling you relax and open up to him.
the movements become even more forceful.
he squeezes your hip tightly, his hand on your jaw moves down to your chest, and he comes.
jihoon comes embarrassingly quickly, even feeling a little ashamed of the situation. you don't judge, not when you feel his warm cum inside you, filling you completely.
he tries to catch his breath, pulling his cock out of your pussy, throwing his head and hair back with his hands, a little impatient, and then stares at you, his lust still overflowing in his ragged breathing. jihoon lowers his body to give you a completely lascivious kiss, without any calm, making it clear that the orgasm only drove him even crazier, his wet tongue in yours, his lips crushing yours, his teeth clashing slightly, you don't even have a rhythm, you can't even think, jihoon grunts into your mouth, sucking your tongue before looking at you.
"get on all fours for me, love."
the affectionate nickname contrasts sharply with his mischievous face, making your legs tremble, and then you do what he asks: torso completely pressed against the mattress, hips raised.
jihoon chokes, not only because he has a perfect view of your pussy with his sperm, he chokes because he expected to see you on all fours, hands supporting yourself, and not like this, damn it. before he could even think, the sharp slap echoes through the room, enough to leave a mark on your skin, "you're insane, you fucking bitch."
and then he enters again, using his own cum as lubrication, taking advantage of the fact that he's already opened your entrance and that it accepts him easily, taking advantage of the fact that you're much wetter than before, much dirtier, much tastier.
another slap is delivered, "hot!", the sensation of his balls hitting you again, but this time jihoon is worse, he seems to want to devour you, bend you, destroy you.
you moan, slightly muffled by the pillow near your face, letting a trickle of drool run down it because you can't even swallow your own saliva, not when jihoon is fucking you so well, hitting you so hard, making you his.
his cock is dirty, sticky with his own sperm inside you, the 'plop' sound echoing along with the sound of your bodies hitting each other. you're a mess, of moans, of fluids. you grip the sheet as his cock hits you.
"choke me!" you moan, feeling his cock deep inside you, your eyes rolling back in lust.
"with pleasure, my little slut." his large hand encircles your neck, pressing firmly with his fingers, making your breath falter.
jihoon is still thrusting hard, you feeling the heat in your belly, your legs trembling.
"n-not like that." he stares at you confused, somewhat not understanding what you want. “give me a chokehold, jihoon…”
he doesn’t process it for the first few seconds, wondering if he’s hallucinating or if you really asked for it, but when you moan “please,” it’s the trigger.
“damn…” he lets out a low voice, almost breathless, realizing he hasn’t gone crazy.
the thrusts slow down, and his arm comes in the next second, locking his biceps around your neck while pulling you against him, firmer, more decisive. you feel his arm against you, choking you; of course, jihoon isn’t going to knock you out, the sensation of his muscles tightening around you is enough.
“two taps if it hurts,” he says, resuming his brutal thrusts, going deep into your hole.
you would never mind; you had everything you needed at that moment: a hot man thrusting his thick cock deep inside you while suffocating you with his biceps.
your legs begin to tremble, your body starts to lower a little more, your hips descending, too weak to hold the position, and jihoon's response is to lean his own body slightly on top of yours, going deeper and deeper, hitting you right where you need it.
"are you gonna cum?" he teases. one of his hands releases from your neck and goes between your legs, playing with your swollen clit, still choking you.
you almost scream, not caring about any punishment you might get. his agile hand circles your clitoris while he literally growls at what he's mistreating your pussy.
"cum on my dick, baby."
and half-foolishly aroused, you bite his bicep, trying to control your own moans, trying to mark jihoon, you don't even know yourself.
a few more thrusts and the orgasm hits you full force, making your legs tremble and give way, your body falling against the mattress.
“jihoon~”
jihoon releases your neck, watching the slight spasms of your thigh, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock, the breathless moans from the sensation. his hand, previously on your neck, now moves to your hip, and the other presses against the mattress, rising until it finds the tip of your breast.
“s-sensitive,” you whine, not wanting him to stop, even though the overstimulation is making you dizzy. “jihoon…”
your eyes fill with tears, and you are grateful for the firm body holding you so well because yours no longer responds, the sensation of orgasm still overwhelming you.
"that's it, moan for me like that." he keeps thrusting. "i'm gonna cum in you again, okay?" he nibbles your ear. "let me fill that little pussy?"
and even he can't finish, because he soon cums, even stronger than the last time, his thick, hot cum inside you.
he thrusts two or three more times, you still on your stomach, limp, exhausted… and happier than ever.
that's when you notice jihoon pick up your phone, he just slides the screen to open the camera, and the next second he turns your body.
the phone slides down to between your legs, recording your pussy, his fingers opening your vaginal lips just to show your battered little hole expelling his cum, the sperm spread on your thighs and the bed sheet, you still with slight spasms, breathing heavily.
a light tap on your clitoris makes you let out a little yelp, and he chuckles softly.
“post it for your fans to see that you now have an owner.” is his only sentence before ending the recording and handing over the phone.
jihoon doesn't know your apartment very well, but being your next-door neighbor, he knows the layout isn't much different, so after kissing your forehead, he quickly finds the bathroom and your towel hanging in the shower. he wets the towel and takes it to the bedroom, cleaning your legs and a little of the sheet.
he also gets you water, a piece of fruit he found in the refrigerator and brings it to you, strokes your hair while you take a few bites of the improvised snack, and when you get up and go to the bathroom to pee, he takes the opportunity to rummage through your wardrobe and change the bed sheet.
“do you want me to leave?” he asks, somewhat uncertain.
you shake your head, “it's dangerous to go out alone now, it's better to stay here.” he laughs, agrees, and lies down beside you.
barman!joshua x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: protected sex, semi-public (bathroom)
summary - you love hardworking guys (happy may 1st?)
“you can’t see a man working, can you?” dahyun laughs at you as soon as she notices you pulling your shirt down even further, adjusting your neckline, to head towards the bar.
“oh, come on, he’s hot!” you justified.
it wasn’t your fault if the bartender at the club was hot, and damn, one thing that always attracted you was a hardworking man. you pull your shirt down a little more, your tits almost popping out of the neckline, and then head towards the bar, sitting down in the chairs there.
“tired of dancing?” one of them teased you, making you smile as you realized you’d been noticed, but unfortunately, he wasn’t the one you wanted.
you squinted, trying to read the name tag pinned to the other’s black shirt, and finally managed, raising your voice slightly to call him.
“joshua, make me a drink?”
joshua arch an eyebrow. he's deal with hundreds of girls like you, sitting at the bar and flirting with him, but honestly, tonight he's not paying much attention. annoyed at working on a holiday serving a bunch of drunk white men and spoiled rich girls? yes. incredibly horny because he saw you dancing on the dance floor and you're hot? also yes.
he dries his hands on the cloth tied around his waist before approaching, resting his arms on the bar while staring at you for a second longer than necessary. you're not quite sure if he's assessing you or gathering patience from the blatant flirting in a single sentence.
“it depends,” he replies, his voice low and slightly drawn out. “do you know what you want, or did you come to give me more work?”
a smile trickles across the corner of your mouth, further piquing your interest in the bartender.
“both,” you respond, resting your elbow on the counter and leaning forward slightly, brazenly offering a good view of your cleavage. “but i promise it’s a pleasant job.”
joshua chuckles, his eyes quickly returning to your cleavage.
“do you want something strong, sweet, or a surprise?” he asks, already grabbing a glass without taking his eyes off you.
“surprise,” he replies without hesitation. “but make it good, okay? i left the dance floor for you.”
he raises an eyebrow, not in shock, he’s heard much worse, but almost as a challenge.
“brave,” he murmurs, beginning to prepare the drink with precise movements. “i hope you enjoy it.”
you watch the man stirring the cocktail shaker, 100% confident that the drink he’s preparing will be good. the only thing that catches your attention now is the muscles in his arm bulging with the movements he makes, along with the gentle bite on his lip he gives while shaking the drink.
he serves you slowly, staring at you with a firm look.
“i think you’re more interested in the bartender than the drink,” he teases.
“is that a problem?”
“never!”
joshua knows he shouldn't do this, he knows it could literally cost him his job. but honestly? fuck it, he's fucking exhaust. he's deal with countless girls and even guys flirting with him at that bar, but today the combination of a super hot girl and exhaustion hit him hard.
the job is slowly killing him, working the graveyard shift six days a week, juggling it with college the next morning, he feels like he's going to go crazy any minute.
and to make matters worse, he can't even remember the last time he had sex with someone.
he takes a deep breath, knowing he'll regret this later, but his dick is already throbbing too much, making it impossible for him to think.
"you're not helping me, you know?" he hands you a shot of tequila. "and i'm already having a terrible day." he laughs, clearly going crazy. "i shouldn't even consider this. fuck it."
he takes a deep breath, almost gathering courage to admit the madness he's about to commit.
“i have a fifteen minute break. the staff bathroom is over there on the side of the bar.” he stares at you. “if you wanna fuck with my head, i wanna fuck with you a little too.”
joshua doesn't wait for your answer. he just stares at you and walks away. as if it were nothing. as if he hadn't just invited you to have sex in the staff bathroom.
his work rhythm changes, he walks away and starts speeding up several orders that were piled up for him, quickly. he tries not to look at you, but his eyes fall on you again and again.
it's as if he's trying to get the idea out of his head.
until he simply gives up.
he drops the cloth on the counter, says something quick to one of the bartenders, and walks out the side without looking back.
joshua doesn't know whether to face you or not, so he just leaves, hoping you haven't given up on the idea.
you leave the bar, the hallway is darker, more stuffy, the music is just drumming, and when you push the bathroom doorknob, joshua is inside. his head is tilted, with a look that clearly borders between lust and sanity.
“this is a shitty idea. but i'm so horny i can't even think anymore.”
“i can help you,” you suggest, locking the door.
“i have fifteen, i mean, now thirteen minutes to get back to work.”
“damn, you only have fifteen minutes of rest?”
“don't even talk to me about it… but at least i get out before closing, i'm free at 3 am.”
“great, i’ll wait for you later…”
he lets out a grunt, glancing once more at his watch before kissing you fervently, the kiss messy, lascivious, joshua’s sighs hitting your mouth.
“kneel down for me. wanna help me relax? suck me!”
you obey, without even questioning, grateful that the staff bathroom is much cleaner than the usual one in the club, the cold floor touching your knee. and when you look up, joshua is already unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out.
the head of his cock is already leaking pre-cum.
"you can't imagine how many girls have tried this here," he grabs your hair, making a ponytail with his hand while bringing the tip to your lips. "i always refused." he rubs his cock against your lips. "then you show up with that fucking top," he growls. "by the way, take off that shirt, i wanna see your tits."
you obey, pulling down the strap of your shirt and letting it bunch up on your hips.
"so hot and obedient." he shoves his cock into your mouth.
the salty liquid mixes with your saliva, joshua's firm hands gently pushing your head down while he stares at you. you can feel it throbbing on your tongue, and also in your throat as it goes deeper and deeper.
“we don’t have time, baby! put your little fingers in your pussy, open it for me.”
and you obey, taking advantage of the skirt to push your panties aside and already put two fingers in your little hole, going deep while joshua pushed himself even further inside you. it is good, dirty.
your moans are muffled by the cock inside your mouth, you watch the bartender throwing his own head back, groaning hoarsely every time your tongue runs along its entire length.
he looks at the clock again: eight minutes.
“come on, get up!” he pulls you by the hair, not hurting, but firmly.
joshua grabs you, somewhat unsteady, growling and moaning between kisses while squeezing your whole body, his hand running over your ass, your tits.
“damn it, i don’t have a condom.” he complains.
“no?”
"i'm working, fuck. i didn't come here to fuck with anyone."
you laugh, pulling a condom packet from under your skirt (all bunched up at your hips).
“you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he tears open the packet with his teeth, quickly untangling it onto his hard cock. “come here!” he pulls one of your legs around his waist, quickly pulling your panties aside and thrusting inside you. “hot.”
he glances at the clock again: seven minutes.
“i promise i’ll fuck you properly at home later.”
“later? no fucking way, josh! you’re gonna make me cum right here.”
he lets out a grunt, kissing you again while thrusting into you, one hand firmly on your thigh, the other gripping your hair.
it’s hard to understand what he’s saying while he moans, his seductive, drawn-out voice combined with the outside noise of the bathroom making you dizzy with lust.
one of your hands is in his hair, pulling a little too hard, trying to release your own lust. he doesn't need to warn you; you know you can't moan loudly.
"so good." the thrusts are getting rougher and deeper, him sweating as he moans against your ear. "if i put my hand here," he brings his hand to your clit. "will you come for me?"
you moan, his thick cock inside you adding to the circles he makes on your clit, driving you crazy.
joshua kisses you again, trying to muffle both of your moans. you're both sweaty and disheveled, your back hitting the wall hard each time he hits you.
"i'm gonna cum, cum for me too, princess!"
and he comes.
the condom is getting full as he doesn't stop playing with your clitoris, making you come soon after too.
he looks at the clock: two minutes.
“fuck, damn it, i- i need to go back.” he says, completely disheveled. he lowers his leg from his hip and ties the condom to wrap it in toilet paper and throw it in the trash; he knew that if he threw it loose, someone would see.
“relax. go ahead. i’ll wait for you until the end of your shift.”
“are you really gonna wait?” he asks, finishing adjusting his pants, splashing water on his hair trying to fix it.
one minute.
“y-yes.” you’re adjusting your skirt and shirt.
joshua comes, gives you a quick kiss on the lips before looking at you. “i can’t wait to fuck you properly at my place.”
and he leaves.
you stay there for a few more seconds, calming your breathing, trying to fix your clothes and hair.
when you come out of the bathroom, you’re back exactly where you were: sitting on the counter watching joshua work.
and now it's your turn to look at your own watch, knowing that there are now two hours left before you finally leave.
stripper!dino x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, 'whore' 'slut' nd others.
summary - when your friend decides to take you to a nightclub, you didn't expect the hot stripper to take you home.
“i told you to wear a mini skirt, what the hell is this?” chaewon pulls you into the apartment, complaining about your jeans.
you and chaewon had become friends recently, and the girl refused to see her new friend suffering over the end of a relationship with a guy who, according to you, barely made you orgasm.
“where are you taking me, chaewon?”
“i already told you it’s a secret! but if you spend another weekend cooped up in that apartment, i’m gonna crazy too. the guy has a small cock, he’s bad in bed, and you’re suffering in an apartment that barely fits you? fuck, no!”
it’s impossible not to laugh! and it’s while laughing that chaewon makes you put on the shortest skirt you can find in your closet along with a top that almost shows your boobs. you know she’s up to something, and in the end you just let yourself be carried away because you trust the crazy girl with the neon orange hair.
you don't even have to wait in line at the club, you just walk in with your name on the vip list that you don't know how her managed to get, but nothing impresses you coming from her so you just accept it.
“for the ladies!” the shirtless waiter hands you a shot of tequila. “these are on the house!” and then he leaves.
“no fucking way, that's min-”
“shhhhhh,” chaewon cuts you off. “here they only call him dog.” she laughs. “but yes, that's mingyu over there. how do you think i got those vip passes?”
mingyu isn't exactly your friend; he's just one of those computing guys who's always too busy to answer any of your requests. you always knew he worked out and had a great body, you just didn't expect that the nice guy you and chaewon sometimes gossip with at lunch would working shirtless at a nightclub.
you notice he's not the only one there wearing just pants and a bow tie. except for the security guards, no man is wearing a shirt.
"chaewon, what have you gotten me into?"
"take advantage, silly! you need to see a real handsome man to forget that dumb."
at first, it feels strange; you're used to going to clubs and parties, but not with so many shirtless guys, shows going on on stage while women scream and whistle, it's a new environment. you and chaewon chat, joke around, even flirt with some of the guys working there, knowing nothing will come of it. the girl comments between drinks about how strict the rules are regarding respect for women, and that makes you feel more comfortable.
you relax at the bar, laughing, drinking, your mind far away from any men in the room.
until the club goes completely dark. the music changes. you hear the first notes of rihanna's "rude boy," the stage lights turn red, and you notice the sign behind you: dino.
and he enters the stage.
“get ready, he’s the best here!” chaewon says.
dino is fully dressed, unlike the other guys there: black vest, white shirt, bow tie. the contrast with the whole environment piques your curiosity. he walks slowly to the middle of the stage, strutting to the beat of the music as if the whole club were watching him.
and judging by the hysterical screams around him, they really were watching.
"tonight i'm gonna let you be the captain. tonight i'm gonna let you do your thing, yeah" is when he starts loosening his bow tie; the way he synchronizes every tiny movement with the beat of the music is addictive.
he does a simple spin on the pole dance next to him, enough to make the women there let out even more screams and compliments for the man. yours fingers tighten against the glass of the drink you are drinking.
the man begins to unbutton his vest, his hips still moving to the beat of the music, his precision making you almost obsessed with the movements. he unbuttons one, two, three buttons. even the way the vest falls to the floor seems to have been rehearsed.
dino's eyes sweep across the room, and you feel your stomach burn when, even from a distance, his eyes quickly meet yours.
and then he begins to unbutton his shirt, his hips still moving to the rhythm of the music, and his eyes passing over yours once more.
his muscles, already evident through the sleeveless shirt, are completely exposed. and you know that the hand on his cock to the sound of "come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?" is intentional.
he spins on the pole again, and as the first chorus ends, you notice dino unbuckling his belt.
“tonight i’mma give it to ya harder. tonight i’mma turn your body out.”
he hums, once again your gaze meets his as the fabric of his pants slowly slides down his thighs. you don’t even realize you’re biting your lip as you watch the garment fall to the floor.
“do ya like it, boy? i want, want, want what you want, want, want.”
the movements on the pole become a little more hard, his muscles more prominent each time he spins in a new move. it’s sexy.
and maybe the drink has affected you, because your eyes meet once more.
“i like the way you touch me there, i like the way you pull my hair.”
he kneels on the floor, approaching the edge of the stage, and the reaction of the women there is immediate. you're startled by the number of banknotes that appear, being placed on the waistband of underwear, thrown on the stage, even in the pocket of pants you didn't even know where they had gone.
dino laughs, clearly enjoying the situation. he holds some of the women's hands and runs them across his own abs, and even that he manages to guide to the rhythm of the music.
and when he stands up, several banknotes fall along the way: it's you he's staring at.
“love me, love me. love me, love me.”
as the music nears its end, the man returns to the pole once more, giving one last spin.
it's sexy, fuck, you can't ignore it.
the music ends and he's on the floor again, his chest rising and falling as he breathes ecstatically.
and he's staring at you, this time really staring, without any shame or averted gaze.
he bites his lower lip, his gaze still locked on yours.
then the stage lights go out.
the club explodes in screams and applause. slowly people start dancing again, but you're still there, blinking, somewhat disoriented, at everything you just witnessed.
chaewon laughs, "i told you!"
you stare at the stage again, almost as if expecting him to appear there again. fuck, your mind is racing.
the alcohol had already made you a little horny earlier, but dino is largely to blame for the unbearable lust you're feeling now. you can only think about him, his strong arms, the outline of his muscles with every movement he made on that damn pole dance, the body that made you drool, even that smile he gave.
a few minutes pass between casual conversations and a few more sips, but your attention is never fully there; the damn 'dino effect' has eaten your brain.
"your drink, miss!" one of the bartenders places on the counter.
"i-i didn't order th-"
“i ordered!”
the voice behind you is low, somewhat seductive, and when you turn around, there he is. his hair is wet, his clothes too casual, showing that he didn’t plan on sitting at a club bar.
“i’m gonna… walk.” chaewon gets up, passing by you with a small smile.
“dino!” he extends his hand to you, sitting where your friend was.
“i know,” you laughs playfully, returning the greeting. “i read it on the sign.”
dino likes the response, letting out a small chuckle, “and you?” he signals to the bartender, ordering a drink for himself.
a pout forms on your lips, your voice almost too soft as you tease, “i think it’s more fun if you don’t know.”
“don’t know?” he asks, intrigued.
you lean your body slightly towards him, your voice lower, almost too casual for someone who clearly thought about it.
“giving you my name makes it seem like this is gonna lead to something serious.”
“and it won’t?” he retorts. “fun can also be something serious.” he teases.
you laugh, taking the opportunity to drink the drink he had paid for, sipping slowly without taking your eyes off him.
“you wouldn’t stop staring at me.” dino brings his beer to his mouth, letting his eyes wander down your thighs, exposed thanks to the skirt chaewon made you wear.
“well, it’s your job! it would be rude not to appreciate the star of the night.” you continue, challenging the man in front of you.
dino laughs, provoked by your manner, “i don’t think it’s just out of politeness,” he tilts his head. “you were checking me out like crazy.”
“only me?”
and so you continue for a few more minutes, light teasing, flirting, his hand caressing your bare thigh, a caress that started lightly at your knee, and now was just inches from the skirt you were wearing.
“what’s with the sweatpants in the middle of a club?” you ask, partly to tease, but also curious; dino really was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
he scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. “i usually just dance and leave.”
you raise an eyebrow.
“yes.” he admits even before you ask. “i just came to the bar looking for you.”
your words disappear, you just stare at him.
“is that what you do, then?” you take another sip of what is already your second drink with dino. “dance on stage and then choose someone from the audience to flirt with?”
“god, you’re impossible!”
you notice him pulling the bar stool a little closer, moving his hand back to your thigh and now a little higher, the caress more intense, warmer.
“i don’t usually do this, but as they say, there’s a first time for everything.” he signals to the bartender to bring another drink.
“you lie a lot, don’t you, dino?”
“hey, i’m serious. i’ve really never done this before, but damn, i couldn’t stop thinking about you while i was showering back there.”
“you’re a perv!”
“and you’re hot!” he retorts, his hand moving even further up your thigh.
continuing the night at this same pace is easy; dino is hot, hot in body, conversation, voice, fuck, it’s hard not to grab him right there at the bar. the caress of your thigh then moving to your shoulders, your back, your neck, you feel like you’re going to go crazy any minute.
the hours pass and you don’t even notice, only realizing the bar is closing when chaewon texts you saying not to worry, that mingyu will take her home since it’s on the way. you look at dino, whose lips are red from the drink.
“they’re closing…”
“yeah… i know…” he replies, looking at you, his body burning. “we talked for almost two hours and i still don’t know your name.”
“neither do i know yours…” you reply simply, after all you only knew his stage name.
“fair enough!” he laughs, running his thumb over his lower lip. “i live five minutes from here, i should have some wine at my apartment. want to come?”
you nod.
and when you enter his apartment, you don't even get close to the wine.
the door is barely closed and his hand grabs your waist. and as if he'd been waiting all night for this, he kisses you, his hand going to the nape of your neck, gently pulling at your hair, dictating the rhythm, the taste of alcohol on both your tongues, the kiss isn't fast, and that makes you even weaker.
“hot! damn, i've been wanting this all night.” his voice comes out hoarse.
“i could tell,” you murmurs provocatively, hands touching the hem of his white t-shirt. “i thought you'd never invite me here.”
“i…” he grunts, undecided between kissing you or speaking. "i didn't mean to be intrusive, damn it."
he pulls away, staring at you as if asking for some kind of permission, his dark eyes making you feel your panties bothering you.
“are you gonna fuck me to the bedroom or right here?” you ask wickedly.
he growls, as if it had taken away the last bit of control he was trying to maintain, the kiss a little rougher now, the hand that was previously on your waist trying to slip inside your tiny skirt, and irritating him because he can't.
“fuck you, couldn't you come up with something less tight?”
“calm down, baby, you'll take it off…” you lightly scratch his stomach.
“you're such a bitch, fuck!”
the path to the bedroom is messy; you stumble over some furniture until you finally fall onto his bed, and dino continues kissing you, somewhat roughly, his little chain hitting your face when he sits up a bit.
he pulls his own shirt over his head, kissing you hungrily again, the skirt too tight to climb up your hips, he growls.
“just take that shit off!”
“calm down, love!” you enjoy his desperation, trying not to show that you were in the same boat.
he kisses you uncontrollably again, struggling to help you pull the tight skirt down your thighs, and when you finally manage to take off the jeans, dino stares at you.
and drools.
okay, chaewon didn't force you to wear lace panties.
but you were already wearing a mini skirt, a top… if you were going to be like that, you should have carried the whole look.
and thank god you listened to the voices in your head and put on red lace panties because at that exact moment the man in front of you was crazy about them.
“whore!” he gives you a sharp slap on the ass.
you feign a pout and make the most sly face you can muster, as if you weren't deliberately driving him crazy, and then whine when you say: “be kind, dino!”
he laughs.
and replies somewhat maliciously, “whores don't deserve kindness.”
“not even if it's yours whore?”
he groans, kissing you again, now focused on taking off your top, but halfway there he just tears the fabric and pulls it over your head. the lack of a bra throws dino to the edge of a precipice.
he doesn't even think, his full lips quickly begin to suck on your nipples, making you grab the sweaty strands of hair. "fuck."
"are you enjoying this, love?"
you moan, and feel his hand sliding between your legs, without much preamble pushing your panties aside and inserting a finger into your wet hole. "did you get like this just from a few kisses?"
dino is quick to insert a second finger, while your tits are still being cared for by his tongue, circling and wetting the nipples. it's automatic to arch your back on the mattress, his fingers hitting you so deliciously.
"where's your attitude, pretty little slut?" he taunts, still thrusting his fingers deep into your pussy.
you groan when he pulls his fingers out of you.
and before you can complain, his cock is already out, fitting into your wet, juicy entrance. you moan softly, begging him to just go in already.
"you were all cocky with me, now you're whining for cock?" he teases, making his precum mix with yours. the purple tip of his cock rubbing against you. "so beautiful. what did you say... mine, right?"
you don't have much interest in protesting, not when his thick cock is sliding inside you, so wet that your body doesn't even protest, your pussy opening easily for him.
the groan he lets out when he finally fills you completely is dirty, loud, giving you even more of a hard-on.
he pulls out of you, only to quickly thrust back in again. he looks down at you, watching the gold chain brush against your face, you feeling the cold metal against your face as his thick cock opens you up completely.
"so fucking hot!" dino growls, slapping your chest, making you a little dizzy with the sensation, you moan softly. "your tits are so hot, baby."
your hands grip his biceps tightly, almost with the same force with which he grips your hips. he keeps thrusting deep, going faster and faster inside you, determined to take it.
“dumb bitch!” he keeps thrusting, the chain still hitting your face, his dinosaur eyes deep on you.
besides his thick cock going deep into your pussy, you feel his eyes sucking your soul. it’s dirty; he stares at you like he’s going to devour you, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
“i’m gonna cum,” he announces himself. “i’m gonna get messy inside you. can i?”
“f-fuck!” is your only answer, unable to think straight when he’s fucking you so well.
“come on, you little slut!”
his thumb goes to your clit, leaving messy circles there, making your thighs tremble with the new touch.
“that’s it, my little whore, cum on my cock.” he grunts, giving you a messy kiss, teeth clashing, the kiss too wet.
“i-i-” you try to say.
“cum for your owner, fuck.”
and you come.
the orgasm hits you hard, making your eyes roll back as dino fills you, your legs trembling as him cum inside you, making you feel the hot cum coming out of him.
he thrusts a few more times, and then falls to your side, exhausted, breathing heavily. and he stays like that for a few more minutes, until he gets up, still a little groggy.
“want some water? i’ll get it from the kitchen!”
he returns a few seconds later, dino hands you the glass of water.
"here, my darling!"
"yours?" you laugh.
"you're the one who started talking about being my slut."
your response is just to bite your lip, two questions swirling in your head after the great sex.
"i'll get you a shirt, i have a clean towel too."
okay, one of the questions answered, you were going to sleep there…
"oh, by the way, my name is lee chan."
you smiled, the second question also answered.
but dino, who you now know is called lee chan, smiled even more when he heard you also say your first and last name.
dilf!scoups x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, humiliation, dacryphilia, rough sex, blowjob, age gap.
summary - you were taking the drunk freshman home, but you didn't expect to find her hot dad shirtless.
you knew you should have made yoonchae stop drinking after the second bottle, but she seemed so happy that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. and well, it really could be worse; she was completely drunk while sleeping in the back of an uber.
you knew seungcheol wouldn't like any of this, but your apartment was too small to accommodate a drunk freshman in your single bed, so when you rang the doorbell, you hoped he was having a good day.
and good day you don't know, however, he was shirtless, incredibly hot.
"what the hell did you do to my daughter?" he asks, slightly annoyed.
"daaaaaad!" the girl says sleepily, trying to stay upright.
okay, come on, you didn't take a girl who had just turned 18 drinking, you took a freshman to a college party, and yoonchae seemed super fine, until she kissed the third girl in less than two minutes and swore she would go home with her and another friend. not that you were against other people's happiness, she just clearly wasn't feeling very well, so you called an uber and took the girl to her own house. you'd been there a few times, mainly to spend the day by the pool, so you knew the address, and you also knew that the handsome guy at the door was her father.
"yoonchae drank a little, seungcheol. i thought it best to bring her home." you're not crazy, you would never say that his daughter is completely drunk, even though it was obvious.
"a little?" he opens the door, letting you and yoonchae go inside the house.
seungcheol is worried, obviously. he was once his daughter's age (not too long ago, actually), he knows that this kind of thing was common. he's just bothered by the fact that the girl didn't even tell him she was going to a party.
he helps you carry yoonchae upstairs to the room on the second floor. you bathe her while he makes tea and prepares medicine to leave by his daughter's bedside. a few minutes later, you come downstairs, your clothes (tiny, by the way) a little damp from the bath you gave the girl.
"thank you," he says. "for bringing her here."
"i'm not crazy, seungcheol! i would never leave her stranded at a college party or let her take an uber by herself."
"you can just call me cheol. do you want it?" he offers you a glass of water.
okay, it's not the most correct thing to think about, but why is he so hot, and worse, why hasn't he put on a damn shirt yet? staring at seungcheol's naked body will drive you crazy.
you accept the glass of water, and you could swear you feel the man's gaze on your tits, due to thet top and tiny skirt you're wearing.
“i’ll order my uber, thanks, cheol!”
“you’re not in a condition to go out like that right now.” you threaten to protest. “i’m not talking about drinking, it’s clear you handle it well, but i’m not crazy enough to let you take an uber in that tiny skirt.”
“it’s just an uber, relax.”
“in that skirt? damn, no fucking way! do you have any idea how hot you look dressed like that?”
and that sentence is enough to remind you that there isn’t that much of an age difference between you two. in the end, seungcheol is still a single man with desires, and it’s a lie to say you don’t like knowing the effect you have on him.
“hot?”
“i meant that-”
“that you think i’m hot? that you’re staring at my body like a pervert, is that it?”
“i didn’t say th-”
“aren’t you ashamed of wanting to fuck your daughter’s friend?”
you try to maintain your composure because you don’t even know where that came from. it was a shot in the dark, of course it was, you don't even know if seungcheol actually wants you, but it's your only opportunity, and the alcohol is still in your system in enough quantity to make you brave.
he chokes, and for a second it seems like he's going to laugh or say something, anything to lighten the moment, but nothing comes. the silence stretches longer than it should, heavy. his jaw clenches, he looks at you, looks away for a moment and returns, running his tongue over his lips without realizing it. the seconds in which he stares at you again are enough to destroy any sanity, he doesn't try to hide it.
"said the whore who wants to get fucked"
touché
you remain silent for a few seconds, trying to process everything that is happening, but you give up, leaving it to try to understand when he is inside you, because now you are sure that this will happen at some point.
"do you treat all of yoonchae's friends like this? wow," he teases.
"only the ones who are always offering themselves like that in my house." he gets closer. "do you think i'm stupid? that i don't notice the way you look at me?" and even closer. "do you think i don't know you're dying for me to fuck your pussy?" he laughs. "you're not the first, what yoonchae has had most of in her life is her friends desperate to fuck with me."
it's your turn to laugh. "dying? you're the one who can't maintain a posture because of a mini skirt, seungcheol."
he lets out a kind of grunt, having become a father so young he learned to ignore insinuations, looks, games. it was never difficult to ignore his daughter's friends.
until you showed up.
"i always kept my composure, whore!" he squeezes your waist, pressing his body against yours. "the problem here is you. that damn hot ass of yours all hanging out in that little skirt, those tits of yours almost popping out. all i've done so far is control myself."
"is that controlling yourself?" you laugh, staring into his eyes. "you're pretty weak, aren't you? i expected more."
seungcheol growls, turning your body on the counter, your stomach pressed against the cold marble, and before you can speak, he reprimands you.
"shut up, damn it. you've talked enough for today."
his hand lifts your skirt, bunching it up at your hip, leaving your ass completely exposed, your black lace panties visible.
he slaps you hard, giving you a slight jolt against the marble. and then you feel his body against yours, the fabric of his thin sweatpants letting you feel his hard cock rubbing against you.
you press your fingers against the marble, biting your lower lip as you feel it brushing against your ass, your lace panties already wet just imagining the things seungcheol's dick is going to do inside you.
"it was only when i touched you that you got quiet?" he lets out a mocking chuckle. "you just wanted attention, didn't you? now that you have it, you're all soft."
he pulls your shirt down, exposing your breasts. the top joins the skirt bunched up at your waist, and seungcheol gives you another sharp slap on the ass.
and then again. "kneel."
your body responds even before your head, already lowering itself, as if automatically, kneeling.
his heavy hand plays with your hair, roughly caressing it, squeezing a few strands, moving your head, and then he uses his foot to spread your legs slightly.
"slut!" the sharp slap now lands on your face, making you turn around when the heavy hand finds your cheek.
the laugh you let out is involuntary; if seungcheol wants to play, you can too.
"i'm gonna tell yoonchae that i was spanked from her dad."
he grunts, pulling his dick out of his sweatpants and rubbing it against your lips, the purple head making it clear how excited he is by this ridiculous game of teasing. the grip on your hair is heavy, and then he plunges into your mouth, sighing loudly.
"fuck." he groans, his tongue tracing the salty cock, plunging deep into his throat as he moves his head until it touches his pelvis. "fucking slut!"
your hands go to his thigh, just as desperate, and then you start caressing his balls, watching as he throws his head back and moves you half-desperately against his cock faster and faster.
he doesn't come, not yet, your mouth makes a 'plop' as his cock comes out of your mouth, seungcheol leaving the kitchen and heading towards the bedroom.
"come on." you make a move to get up, but he reprimands you. "no, come like this!"
you gasp, because it's hard to process that he's asking you to crawl on all fours to the bedroom.
"are you deaf, for fuck's sake? i'm telling you to come."
you obey.
climbing the stairs on all fours while your clothes are bunched up around your waist is something you never really thought you'd do. your knees ache even though it's only a few steps, and your heart races as you walk down the hallway. what if yoonchae wakes up and sees you in this humiliating situation with her father?
at the same time, you feel your cunt getting sticky. you feel like you could cry from lust just thinking about how much you want and need this man to fuck you.
when you enter the room, seungcheol sits in the armchair next to the bed and pats his own thigh twice. you don't take half a second to react, sitting down there.
"good girl. desperate for cock. always wanted one like this, you know? a little slut to cum on whenever i wanted."
seungcheol kisses you for the first time, his tongue sucking yours and taking with it every trace of the cock that was in your mouth minutes ago. he squeezes your hips, moving you against him and making you wet the thin pants he's wearing.
his mouth moves down to your breasts, sucking on your nipples and making you wiggle and squeal in his lap. he spits, leaving your nipple even more wet, lightly scraping the tip of his teeth, making you roll your eyes.
two fingers are shoved inside your cunt, and the loud moan you let out is muffled by the lips of the man holding you.
"this pussy deserves a real man, not the boys your age!" another finger is inserted, you see stars, it's so strong that seungcheol's hand hits you hard every time he plunges his fingers in.
"fuck me, cheollie!" you moan.
you can't even tell when his cock is pulled out of his pants, all you can feel is his big cock opening you up completely, your mouth is slightly open and you cling to seungcheol's shoulders.
he doesn't wait for you to get used to it, he's not gentle, he fucks you brutally while you say incoherent things in his ear.
“you’re so horny, aren’t you? you hot little slut.”
he picks you up, carrying you to the bed and throwing you down, using the few seconds between you to take off all your pants. you take advantage of this to try and get rid of the clothes bunched up around your waist.
“bitch, all spread open for me on my bed. is this what your parents raised you for?” he laughs against your neck. “to give it up like a whore to an older man?”
“it was to do charity, cheollie! to help men like you who only get off when they jerk off.” the nickname comes out sweetly from your mouth.
he doesn’t answer, he just shoves his cock inside you again, pounding hard, trying to go deeper even when his whole cock is already inside you. he’s big, big dick, big body, it’s a natural reflex for your body to try and break free when he grabs you tight.
“don’t run away, bitch! where’s the charity you talked about?” he laughs again, thrusting roughly, but slowly, your body feeling each heavy thrust he gives.
you know that brutality will cause you problems tomorrow, seungcheol tries to go deeper as if he wasn't already hitting you hard.
"have you thought about what you're going to say to yoonchae when she asks you why you're all limp?" he taunts in your ear. his thick cock comes out only to thrust back in again, echoing a loud 'plop'.
"i'll say her dad fucked me good," you retort.
"of course you will. whores like you take pleasure in letting everyone know they were used."
"then use my pussy, cheollie!"
it's noticeable how seungcheol trembles at your words, he turns your body onto your stomach, but doesn't even give you space to get on all fours properly, your knee on the sheet while his whole body weighs against yours, sinking you deeper and deeper, while he fucks you shamelessly, there is no more morality in the act between you.
just two adults dominated by their own lust.
“i’m gonna destroy this pussy, you slut.”
seungcheol is ravenous, fucking you brutally, totally out of control with the situation. and you’re no different, all you want is for the man to keep fucking you like a doll, for him to cum and keep going until you both pass out from exhaustion.
“bitch.” his arm goes under your body, preventing you from falling completely onto the mattress. holding you tighter against him while his cock opens your pussy and his tongue plays with your ear and neck.
“s-so good!” you don’t moan, you literally scream, making him cover your mouth in the same second.
“shut up, bitch! you’ll wake my daughter if you keep moaning like you’re in heat.”
your moans are muffled by seungcheol’s hand, his large body leaning more and more against yours, you grab his arm, scratching, trying to release your own lust.
your leg trembles, and he notices. but he doesn’t stop. and when your pussy finally tightens and tries to expel his cock, seungcheol continues.
his hand is still in your mouth, your legs closed trying to push his body away, but you don't want him to stop, your biggest fear at that moment is that he'll give up on coming inside you.
"cheollie. fuck-" you feel the first tear fall, clouded by your own lust, trying to grab his body to come harder against yours, you're dizzy.
"are you gonna cum again?" he laughs, nibbling your ear while his thick cock tries to move inside you. "it's squeezing me so tight. i'll only stop when you cum again."
the bed creaks loudly, scratching the wooden floor as he continues to move, and when your body finally falls onto the mattress, seungcheol doesn't stop.
his thick cock punishing you, devouring you, driving you to insanity.
and you cum, squirting all over the mattress, leaving seungcheol's bed completely wet.
and he comes along, covering you completely, making you feel every drop of his hot cum inside your cunt.
you're exhausted, dirty, and the only thing you can think about is catching your breath to fuck again.
your phone vibrates, a message popping up in your notification.
[yoonchae freshman] [4:56 am] friend thanks for dropping me off at home [4:56 am] i hope my dad didn't freak out on you [4:57 am] but i don't think so, damn he's fucking someone here so loud i woke up to moans [4:57 am] anyway we'll talk on monday! thanks a lot
i was just thinking about fwb hoshi... and we never actually put it in, js grinding n things but he js whinnyyy like he asking to put in js the tip over and over
akndiahdus sorry it's kinda messy but yeah!
being honest i'm not sure if it turned out exactly as u wanted, but i hope u like it <333 i was really excited to write it.
here xx
fwb!hoshi x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, isn't 'just the tip', use 'slut', 'whore', etc.
summary - you and hoshi only kiss, but he insists on putting 'just the tip' in.
arriving home drunk from a party with hoshi it's almost an event. and there you are, trying to put the key in the lock to finally get into the apartment. you had told him so many times to install an electronic lock, and every time he ignored you. now you were both there, struggling with alcohol.
when you finally manage to get in, you stumble to hoshi's room, throwing yourselves onto the bed in the middle of the room.
"i need water," you grumble, grabbing the water bottle from the bedside table, hoshi always keeps a full one there. "we need to stop drinking so much."
"it's fun." he pulls you by the waist, kissing you as if it were something common.
and well… it really is something commonplace.
you and hoshi have the famous case of 'friends with benefits' relationship, well, not that colorful. you only kiss when you feel like it, the problem is that the urge always arises whenever even the slightest drop of alcohol enters one of your mouths.
"you look so hot in that mini skirt." he runs his hand up your thigh, depraved. his eyes staring at you from head to toe, noticing the mini skirt barely covering half your thigh.
he kisses you again, the kiss a little messy because of the alcohol in your system, his hands moving up and down your body, his warm, still slightly acidic tongue sucking on yours with dominance, making you lose yourself in your friend's lips.
"you smell good." he leaves kisses on your lips.
"and you're a drunk, soonyoung!"
he laughs, knowing it's a true. you lie on the bed with your back against the mattress, knowing you should take a shower but maybe you're too dizzy for that, and hoshi isn't much different. He laughs, staggering a little while staring at you.
hoshi takes off his own shirt, you know he usually sleeps like that. it's not the first time you've lain down together to sleep, curiously, it's something quite frequent between you two.
"give me a shirt." you pout.
he walks to the closet, dizzy, his steps unsteady, making him stumble. still, he grabs a clean shirt and hands it to you. "here, babe."
still lying down, you pull your skirt down your legs, feeling hoshi stare at the skirt falls. he's a pervert, of course, but you admit you like how you're being watched. then you take off your shirt, thanks to the drink, because you would never go without a bra in front of your friend, but that's exactly the situation you're in.
you notice hoshi almost drooling, he kiss you, running his hand over your body again, playing with your bare waist, moving up to your ribs.
"hey, soonyoung! our agreement is just kisses, stop being dirty!" even yourself aren't convinced by the reprimand you give, mainly because you keep letting his tongue explore your entire mouth, taming you as well as he always does.
but one thing was certain: kissing hoshi while he was only wearing jeans, and you only panties, wasn't exactly the greatest example of sanity. especially when he started to move his kisses down to your neck, making you let out soft sighs, and making him completely lose his mind.
his large hand squeezed your ass, your thigh, something he was used to doing in these moments, the new is his bare chest against yours. you don't even know when he turned on the air conditioning, but the cold wind made your nipples stand up nicely for him, making the man salivate.
he gives little kisses on your jaw and then returns to your mouth, the kiss awkward, chaotic, drunken. your legs open while he rolls his hips against yours. so slowly and precisely that you can only open your legs a little more and arch your back, accepting the indecent caress that your body… his tongue still plays with yours, at the same speed as your bodies rub together again.
it's the alcohol's fault, you both know you're crossing the line of 'just kissing,' yet neither of you threatens to stop…
what scares you is hoshi's husky voice in your ear, while his index finger traces your damp panties.
"wet for me, love?"
but even when you try to say something simple your words die.
"o-our agreement was just kissing…"
he laughs, a laugh laden with malice, with lust…
"yes, i'm gonna kiss that pussy today."
“SOONYOUNG!” you scold, slapping his shoulder, making him recoil.
he lets out a kind of groan of pain in protest at the hard slap, he hadn't expected you to react like that. it would be a lie to say that he isn't, in a way, a little annoyed by the situation.
“our agreement is just kisses, you perv”
he rolls his eyes upwards, sitting up in bed and admiring the stain on your red panties, biting his lips without even realizing how much he desires you.
“so? we can change the agreement.”
you get a little stressed, how can everything seem so easy for hoshi?
“what are you looking at me like that for?”
“but sex isn't our agreement, hoshi! we were very clear when we woke up, only kisses and sleeping together.”
“damn, that pussy all wet and you can still refuse?”
you tremble. did you know he was a womanizer? yes! had he hinted before that he wanted to sleep with you? several times! still, damn, hearing him talk like that gives you chills.
he rolls his eyes, not keeping the distance between you for long. and when he kisses you again, it's different, more needy, dominant.
His large hand tightens on your jaw as he practically devours you, firm, with lust, his free hand roaming all over your body, making you sigh and arch at his touch. the fit of your hips becomes even tighter, rougher, firm enough to make you both lose yourselves.
and before you can even protest, hoshi's hand goes between your legs. squeezing and lightly scratching your bare thigh, his hand moves up to his bare shoulder, his nail digging into your skin.
skin rubbing against skin, the denim fabric between your legs, the belt buckle by this point causing a pain in your stomach from the friction.
“you’re being so dirty for me, fuck!”
“don't talk like that,” you try to reprimand him again, barely believing yourself, the denim fabric becoming unbearable. damn it, you want to feel hoshi, you want his bare thighs against yours.
“just the tip, babe…”
“seriously?” the complaint comes weakly, without any conviction. hoshi isn’t fazed, smiling as he rolls his hips against yours again, you feeling his erection in his jeans.
this isn’t new, you’ve kissed in more ‘intimate’ situations before, the rubbing between you is common, but there’s something different there, perhaps the limit of arousal breaking.
“let me just put the tip inside.”
"fuck, soonyoung…”
you gasp, and he stares at you like a begging puppy, his eyes overflowing with lust and a submission that deep down you know doesn't exist.
“please.” you widen your eyes at the plea. “just the tip, please, we don't even need to really fuck.”
he squeezes his own cock through his jeans, trying to calm himself at the idea of putting ‘just the tip’ inside you. on the other hand, your situation isn't any different; hoshi kisses well, has surreal control over his own body, what could possibly go wrong?
“let me, go on!” he resumes giving you wet kisses on your jaw. his hips pressing even harder against yours. slow and precise. “just the tip. let the head of my cock get to know your wet pussy.”
“so romantic.” you tease him, because at the end of the day you're still great friends.
“just the tip, just so i know what it’s like…”
“soonyoung…” you try to reprimand him, but you don’t trust yourself, much less hoshi.
his smile widens, as if he’d just won a card game, and then he moves away, not too far, you can still smell the alcohol on each other’s breath.
and the next second he’s pulling down his pants along with his underwear.
the sound of his belt being unbuckled, of the thick fabric sliding down his legs. hoshi stares at you one last time, as if waiting for you to refuse or hesitate, but that doesn’t happen.
you stare at his cock, the purple head already leaking pre-cum, making you salivate.
“you liked it, didn’t you, little slut? you’re gonna let me play with that little pussy, aren’t you?”
the words hit you hard, his voice hoarse and dirty, leaving you numb, even more so when combined with the sight of his cock expelling the viscous liquid in front of you.
“just the tip, soonyoung. you said just the tip.”
“but we can play with just the tip too…”
he pulls your panties down, leaving you completely naked. hoshi’s eyes darken even more, his mouth watering. and there you know you can’t go back.
“damn, so beautiful,” he says, his fingers parting your vaginal lips.
hoshi holds the head of his cock, and then he brings it to your pussy, but unlike what you think, he doesn’t penetrate, he just rubs it against your lips, letting out a sigh.
“all sticky…”
he brings the head of his cock to your clit, circling it and taking advantage of your vulnerability due to arousal to place his other hand on your tits, laughing when you let out a weak moan.
and as if he heard your thoughts, hoshi puts the tip of his penis inside. the head sliding in while he breathes deeply to maintain his own sanity.
“delicious. damn, fucking delicious.”
he pulls it out and puts the head back in a few times, seeing how your cunt complains about the few centimeters filled, seeing how your cunt, and you, want more.
he goes back to rubbing his cock on the outside, playing there, watching how you squirm. seeing your legs opening wider and wider, your body shivering with each touch.
“why are you playing the saint so hard?” you murmur an ‘uh,’ which makes hoshi let out a mocking chuckle. “you’re dying for me to fuck you and you’re acting like we’re just friends.”
your eyes widen, completely shocked by the tone Hoshi is using to talk to you. he sounds rude, malicious, while the head of his cock still slides up and down from your hole to your clit, already wet with his precum.
“i’m not falling for your little act of wanting just a few kisses, you’re a needy slut, you want my cock.”
you moan, never thinking he would talk to you like that, your clit receiving more of his precum while the entrance to your cunt tightens even more. he slowly inserts and withdraws the head of his cock, making you whimper when he does it a second time.
“just the tip, love.” he mocks.
his thick cock slides a few centimeters inside you, then withdraws again, soiling the entrance of your little hole with precum. his other hand is on your chest, squeezing tightly and then letting go to give you a light slap on the face.
and you like it.
at first he still holds back, the thick head going in and out of you, making evident the effort hoshi is making to stay within the established limit.
“see? i'm behaving.”
for a split second you almost believe him.
almost.
because you can feel him as desperate as you are, the low whimper he lets out every time he wants to go deeper, it drives you crazy, his thick cock stretching you just at the tip, leaving you thirsty to know what damage he would do inside you.
and then hoshi kisses you. a kiss without any care, hungry, clearly showing all the accumulated lust. his large hands squeezing you, and your bodies moving together without much coordination, closer and closer, more pressed together.
and when the kiss is broken, and he pulls away slightly, it's enough to understand what happened.
hoshi laughs, his lips still brushing against yours when he says maliciously, "oh, it's over now."
and you don't need to ask because you feel it. but you don't complain, you don't pull away, you don't do anything. his response is to withdraw just a little to go deeper, slapping his balls hard against you.
his thick cock throbbing inside your pussy, your bodies pressed together making you weak. you open your legs wider, accepting him opening you.
his smile widens, satisfied, almost cruel. "it's your fault, so fucking hot!"
fuck any limit of just kisses, that clearly didn't exist between you anymore.
"look, whore!" Hoshi stares into your eyes. "look at my whole cock inside that pretty little pussy."
he withdraws completely, then thrusts in again, hard, making the bed jerk slightly with the brutality. “you’re worthless, damn it…”
his heavy balls pressed against you, his hips moving in sync, making his cock hit exactly where it drives you crazy. hoshi doesn’t answer, he just squeezes your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he fucks you deep.
forcing you to look into his eyes as his thick cock opens your pussy wide.
“son of a bitch…” the curse comes out low, almost a sigh, while your hands squeeze him tighter, your legs opening and your hips lifting every time he pulls away even slightly, betraying your own pleasure.
“you turn me on even more when you moan like that, you know?” he bites your neck, the shock of his balls against your body getting louder and louder. “you talk a lot but you’re still here fucking me.” another bite, this time a little harder.
yours nails dig into his back as he releases your face to grip your waist with both hands, not only moving his own hips now but also forcing yours, pulling you closer and closer, fucking you deeper and deeper.
“are you gonna cum on my cokk?” he asks between growls. “because i’m gonna fill that pussy with my cum.”
“soonyoung~” you moan, indicating you’re close.
“cum for me!”
it’s almost brutal how he moves his hips with his hands, filling you completely to the hilt. you can’t think anymore, you just want and need to cum.
and when he finally cums inside you, the hot liquid makes you come too, leaving your legs weak and trembling from the orgasm that hit you.
he doesn’t stop, withdrawing his dick from you and still rubbing it on your lips and clitoris, leaving you even weaker.
hoshi gradually slowed down until his own legs gave out and he collapsed beside her, exhausted.
"damn, i forgot to kiss your pussy, didn't i?"
son of a bitch
idol-producer!woozi x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, studio sex, dirty talk, oral sex (f.), fingering, without humiliation/degradation, but 'slut' is used.
summary - seungcheol asks if you can help woozi with the drafts of the new song; you just don't expect that the song is a horny rant about you.
you are part of hybe’s songwriting team, always helping producers and even the artists with their songs. on most days, your job is pretty calm: listening to demos, adjusting verses, suggesting words that fit better into the melody. nothing too dramatic.
it’s late at night, you’re sitting in your studio, working on some random lyrics, when the door opens without much warning. you barely look up before hearing seungcheol’s voice.
“hey, i think woozi needs help with a song he is writing.”
you smile and nod, but not before ordering some food delivery. you know woozi too well, actually, you feel a bit sad that this time he didn’t ask for your help directly. you talk so much about music that he’s in your frequent contacts. your relationship is pretty close, especially compared to other lyricists in the company. he always calls you, whether it’s a demo, something finished, or just random lines that popped into his head. it’s always you!
you ring the studio doorbell, holding a huge bag because you know that even though it’s almost 10pm, woozi hasn’t eaten yet and probably hasn’t even had water. he doesn’t take long to open, but he looks way more surprised than usual to see you.
“cheol said you need help with a song,” you explain, already walking into his studio. after woozi, you’re definitely the person who spends the most time there.
“he said that? fuck, it’s nothing serious, just some messy drafts,” he justifies.
“i thought we were partners, you know, this is basically cheat,” you joke. and being honest, yeah, you’re a little upset that this time he didn’t share his drafts with you. “anyway, i brought you food. it’s almost 10 pm and i know how your producer routine works,” you tease, handing him the bag.
you put the coke zero and the lamen on the table, watching him open it and start eating like he’s starving, and well, he clearly is. you scold him, like you always do when he spends hours without eating, but it’s woozi, he does this all the time even knowing it’s not healthy.
you used to think you were a workaholic, until you started working at hybe and met him. woozi is worse than you, works even more hours, and you didn’t even think that was possible. that’s how you became great partners, pulling all-nighters together, and that naturally brought you closer in other ways too.
“now show me the song, i’m curious! what’s so important that made you forget even me?” you tease.
his face turns red, as usual. “urghh, i didn’t cheat you! it’s just that… i don’t even know if i’ll be able to release it.”
“you say that about every song.”
“yeah, but this one…” he takes a deep breath. “this one is a bit dirtier.”
you widen your eyes, unable to hide your surprise. woozi doesn’t usually write or produce sexual songs. this is new to you. you start wondering what or who could have sparked this interest in him. it intrigues you, and you’d never admit it out loud, but it makes you a little jealous too.
fuck, he’s hot, caring, insanely talented, there’s no denying he’s an attractive man. whoever is boucing on this man… well, they’re lucky.
“don’t judge me, okay? it’s just the beginning and it’s pretty explicit and dirty.”
“when have i ever judged you? now, dirty? that’s new for me. how dirty are we talking?”
“a little,” he says nervously. “just… be gentle, okay?”
he hands you several papers, some printed lyrics, scribbled over, even some random doodles that don’t make much sense. he tries to hide, embarrassed about what you’re reading, and also afraid you’ll think he’s too much, perverted, or something like that.
with every line you read, your eyes widen more and more. you know woozi is an adult man and that he definitely does the things written there, but it feels like you’re being introduced to a whole new world.
a new woozi.
“don’t look at me like that!” he says, worried about your reaction. “i told you it was just random stuff, urgh, cheol should’ve kept quiet.”
“dude…” you finally look at him. “are you in heat or something?”
woozi looks like he’s about to explode from embarrassment, his face burning red and well, the answer is yes. he is in heat. a fucking uncontrollable horniness like a teenager.
“i-i’m not-”
“i understand you wanting to make more mature songs and stuff, but fuck, there’s a ‘i wanna feel her cum in my mouth’ written here.”
and that’s when he realizes he gave you the wrong papers…
“what? n-no, give that back”
you’re not supposed to read that. those are… thoughts. things he writes when he can’t even focus on lyrics or melody. it’s private, personal. a sound escapes his throat, almost like a plea.
he grabs the papers from your hand, embarrassed, trying to justify himself. “that- that wasn’t for you to read.”
“it’s okay, relax!” you reply calmly.
he’s nervous, not angry, just too embarrassed to even look at you, but he’s also confused by how calm you are. “relax? how are you this calm right now?”
“oh, everyone gets horny sometimes…” your answer is simple.
but the truth? you’re freaking out.
woozi runs his hands through his hair, letting out a grunt. “that’s not- shut up.”
“so?” you try to stay neutral, reminding yourself that your job is to help with lyrics.
“you can’t just say ‘so?’ after reading that.”
“it’s your private life, jihoon! you and your girlfriend being sexually active is none of my business,” you deflect, feeling a knot in your throat when you say “girlfriend”
he chokes on his own saliva. “g-girlfriend?” he sounds desperate, especially with the denial that comes right after. “i don’t have a girlfriend.”
“right,” you bite your lower lip. “so… is it something platonic? or casual?”
woozi wants to scream. you keep asking questions and he just wants to disappear and burn all those papers. he feels a bit dirty for having written all that.
“casual? no! i don’t have anything casual.”
“okay, so platonic horniness? wow! okay, jihoon, now let me read.”
he bites his own lip, pulling at the skin nervously. this whole situation made him even more anxious than usual. fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen.
but he hands you new papers, watching you as you read.
“when you say ‘i wanna feel you, sweat and sweet,’ are you making a wordplay between sweat and cum?” you ask, trying to focus only on your job, not on the fact that you’re helping woozi turn his own horniness into something… poetic.
he nods, and you smile, praising the wordplay. he thanks you shyly, while also feeling his ego swell from the compliment.
and you don’t know it, but his body starts reacting again.
“i don’t like ‘i need make her scream’ that much, it feels a bit thrown into the lyrics.”
he agrees, a bit surprised by the critique, but relaxing more as he realizes you’re really just doing your job without judging him.
you read “lemme use you like one of my glasses” and let out a small laugh.
“is this a poetic way of asking her to sit on your face?”
woozi scratches the back of his neck, nodding. fuck, that’s exactly what he wants: you sitting on his face. this was turning into hell. the whole reason he started writing this song was because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. about how much he wants you body and soul how he wants to hear you scream his name, then hold you, maybe fall asleep cuddling… how much he wants to taste all of you…
“you’re really not gonna judge me? not even a little?”
“me? no,” you answer simply. “but honestly, jihoon, i think you should try telling her that… you know, go beyond just a song.”
if only it were that simple, he thinks and he’s right. how the fuck is he supposed to go up to you and say, “hey, so, i know we’ve spent nights working together exhausted, but all i want is to fuck you in every possible position”?
woozi shakes his head, because right now he really is thinking about fucking you in every possible position.
“it’s not that simple,” he says. “i can’t just tell her, there’s a lot stopping me… a song is all i can do.”
on one side, woozi feels guilty and frustrated for not telling you. on the other, you’re frustrated too. fuck, it’s hard reading that the guy you want so badly is desperate for someone else… it should be you.
“i wanna be in your hands, like the damn ruby nail polish”
and you freeze, staring at the chipped ruby nail polish on your nails.
but it’s a coincidence… of course it is. it’s not like ruby nail polish is uncommon, right?
wrong. if you asked woozi, he’d know exactly when that line came to him: the day he jerked off in the studio imagining he was cumming on your hand, your ruby-polished nails wrapped around his cock.
woozi goes completely silent. not like he wasn’t already quiet, but now the only sound is the studio’s air conditioning. it’s like even his breathing disappears.
you take a deep breath. are you going crazy? probably.
“jihoon, sorry, um… where did you get ruby nail polish from?”
“you know… to match ruby, the song i released. i thought it’d be cool,” he says, scratching his neck.
“oh, right…” and you go back to reading.
maybe you’re going crazy. maybe the horniness has taken over your brain. but you see yourself in every single line, every dirty wordplay. you start thinking maybe that touch on your thigh days ago wasn’t so innocent… especially considering how nervous he got afterward.
and when you read another line, this time about “how good it is to share the studio with you,” you almost choke.
the lyrics keep hitting you like punches until you can’t take it anymore.
“i’m gonna ask you one more time. don’t lie to me,” you say seriously. “where did you get ruby nail polish from?”
and when you look at the last paper, it’s just scattered phrases: “i need her”; “i need to feel her body”; “she must moan so sweetly.”
“i-i…” he tries, but realizes he can’t lie again.
“don’t dare to lie to me!”
“i just… fuck, i’m sorry for mixing things up, but i can’t stop thinking about you. the fucking red nail polish is because i can only think about your hands with it… scratching me, hitting me… wrapped around my-” his words die before he can finish.
you feel confused, happy because the desire you feel is mutual, but also…
“did you ask cheol to call me here on purpose?”
“no,” he answers quickly. and it’s true. woozi didn’t ask for anything. but just like you, seungcheol isn’t dumb, he read the lines and immediately knew who his friend was talking about. he just decided to give a little push. “i had no idea he’d call you. i swear!”
“so this song…”
“yes, fuck, yes! it’s all about you,” he admits, still insecure, but finally free to say it out loud.
“wow.” you laugh. “you know, it’s a very…”
“i know, i went a bit too far. but… it’s how you make me feel…”
“in heat?” you tease, trying to calm yourself.
your mind is spinning. it feels like woozi is playing with you, but at the same time he seems just as nervous. you don’t know what to do or say.
“yeah… for me it’s kind of hard not to grab you right now and do everything you read in those lines,” he realizes what he just said and scratches his neck. “you should go.”
“yeah… i should.”
“i just hope you don’t change with me or at least don’t get scared of me. i won’t grab you or anything, i just… need to breathe. you should really go.”
your mind spins. lee jihoon is standing in front of you admitting he wants you. something you’ve been dreaming about for months. when you touch yourself in your room and come, he’s who you think about, it’s his name you call, it’s him you imagine. so why keep denying it?
“what if…”
he looks at you, waiting for you to find the courage to finish.
“what if you’re not the only one who feels like this?” you laugh nervously. “what if i tell you that, fuck, i’ve been imagining fucking with you for a long time?”
“you-”
“fuck, yes. we spend hours together in this studio, jihoon. it’s impossible not to want to ride you until i pass out.” you widen your eyes, realizing you might be saying too much, and in the end, this is still your job. “sorry, i should go…”
but before you can even think about grabbing your bag, he stops you.
“no!”
“if i stay…” you don’t finish, but he understands.
“then stay!”
“this is crazy, we can’t, jihoon!” you try to regain your sanity. you’re a lyricist and he’s a fucking idol.
but jihoon looks desperate and doesn’t even try to hide it. he spent months jerking off thinking about you, and now that he can finally cum where he always wanted, he’s not gonna waste the chance.
“why not? because of work? because we ‘can’t’? we’re two adults, so if we both want it, why not?”
why not?
that question takes exactly five seconds to be answered.
well… screw it.
because the next second, you feel woozi’s hands wrap around your waist, kissing you abruptly as you finally give in to your repressed desire.
you fall onto the couch, kissing, while he keeps kissing you everywhere, his warm tongue exploring your mouth completely, making you dizzy with anticipation. the low groan he lets out makes you shiver, still trying to process what’s happening, though it’s doubtful either of you are lucid enough to understand.
“pretty, you are so pretty… so fucking hot,” he whispers against your lips, his hand sliding from your ankle up to your thigh, even through your pants.
you pull his shirt up, because at the end of the day this has always been something you’ve imagined: woozi shirtless above you, desperate to kiss you. fuck, this feels like heaven.
“let me see you too,” he murmurs into your ear before pulling your shirt off. he bites his lip when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra.
woozi lets out a soft groan before pressing kisses to your neck, trailing them down to the middle of your chest.
he whines softly, staring at your tits like he can’t decide which one to take first, the way your nipples are hardened making him lose his mind.
when he finally takes your right tit into his mouth, you see stars. his tongue circling and sucking at the sensitive spot, feeding on you like he needs it to breathe.
his hands move down your body, intent on exposing more of you and he does, sliding your pants down, revealing your soft pink panties.
okay, maybe not your best pair… but when would you have ever imagined ending the night fucking in the studio? exactly. never.
woozi lets out a quiet laugh that cuts off when he slowly runs his hand over the fabric.
“so fucking hot,” he says, locking eyes with you. “do you have any idea how much i’ve dreamed of having you like this?”
he starts undoing his belt, pushing his pants down.
you spread your legs a little more mostly because seeing jihoon in just his boxers in front of you sends a rush of heat straight through your cunt.
he tilts his head back for a second, like he’s trying to push away every thought and then he kneels.
he pulls your legs, guiding you to sit properly on the couch, and slowly removes your panties, looking at you like you’re something divine.
“fuck…” he murmurs as the fabric slides past your ankles.
then he brings the pink fabric to his nose, inhaling it like it’s perfume. you try to protest, but the next second it’s tucked into the pocket of his jeans on the floor.
“a little souvenir…” he chuckles, resting your ankle on the edge of the couch, leaving you completely exposed to him. “can you even imagine how many times i’ve jerked off thinking about that cunt?”
he presses a kiss to your foot, making you twitch, then moves up ankle, calf, knee, thigh, inner thigh, until he finally presses a soft kiss to your soaked entrance.
“i’ve always dreamed of fucking you here,” he admits, voice low. “fucking you like my little slut in my studio…” he swallows. “and now you’re here… legs open for me.”
woozi looks at you with something close to devotion. maybe that’s the right word. having you like this feels like a reward.
“how do you feel?” he asks, almost confused by his own question. “knowing that you're gonna fulfill this dream, knowing that i'm gonna be your little slut?”
“don’t say it like that,” he growls, jaw tight, trying to keep control when you mirror his tone. “i’m trying to hold back.”
you laugh softly, spreading your legs even more for him.
“how do you feel knowing you finally get to fuck me?”
he groans, smacking your thigh lightly before burying his face between your legs.
his tongue works over you slowly at first, then deeper, tasting every part of you, pulling you closer by your hips so you can feel not just his tongue but his whole face pressed against you, his nose brushing against you, his mouth closing around your clit, making you whimper.
“j-jihoon…” you moan, gripping his hair as his arms lock your thighs in place. you always knew he was strong, but seeing him use that strength to hold you open like this is pornographic.
“so fucking good cunt… you’re soaked, baby,” he murmurs, sliding a finger inside you.
it goes in easily. then another. then a third.
“so fucking wet.”
“for you.”
there are things in life money can’t buy, and having woozi on his knees between your legs, moaning while touching you, is definitely one of them.
he leans in again, letting a strand of spit fall onto your clit before rubbing slow circles over it with his palm, eyes locked on yours.
“let me fuck you, fuck…” it almost sounds like an order, but he’s clearly begging.
“j-jihoon…”
“please…”
you nod, like this entire situation wasn’t already one big yes.
and when he stands and pulls off his boxers, now damp with his own liquid, you almost choke.
you’ve heard him joke that the only small thing about him is his height, you just didn’t realize how serious he was.
he laughs softly when he sees your reaction.
“i’ll make it fit, baby, relax.”
he presses against you, teasing your clit once, twice, three times, before slowly pushing inside.
his wet head taps against your clit, once, twice, three times, and then starts rubbing against your little hole. "you know that whore's face of yours turns me on so much?" he keeps rubbing until he slides calmly inside.
even though it's big, you're so turned on and relaxed that it just goes in, and he smiles, proud, knowing that's because he did a good job.
“see? you were made for me… just like this. mine.”
the position on the couch is somewhat uncomfortable; he lays you down awkwardly and begins to thrust. slow and deep, the audible 'plop' each time his hip hits yours. you moan his name, imagining the studio will smell of sex, of the two of you.
"so hot, pretty cunt!" he growls as he increases the speed, one hand on your hip, the other playing with your tits. "i'm gonna cum inside you, fill you up!"
you grab his bicep, leaving several scratches that you know will leave marks due to his pale skin, and that's what you want, you want everyone to know he has someone, that he is fucking someone.
"harder!" you ask. and he obeys.
"whore! mine!" jihoon seems to lose his lucidity every minute, growling, moaning, thrusting harder. "i'm gonna fuck you every day now!" he says in a desperate tone. “you’re gonna let me use that cunt every day, aren’t you?”
“j-jihoon…” you moan, and it drives him crazy.
“that’s it,” he whimpers. “i’m gonna to fill you up everyday, leave you so dumb you’ll only know how to moan my name.” he increases the force of his thrusts, his strong hips against yours. “mine. fuck, you’re mine.”
he pulls out of you, then practically bends you in half, placing your legs against your own chest, making you grateful for all the pilates classes when you feel your knee touch your chest.
“there are so many positions i wanna fuck you in, so many things i wanna do. fuck, you’re so hot.”
the pressure of yours closed legs makes you realize you won’t last much longer there, much less with him saying all those things.
“i'm going to-”
“cum for me, fuck, yes, cum for me, baby!”
jihoon walks a fine line between pleading and domination; you could cum just from him begging you like that, coyly, while simultaneously ordering you to cum for him.
he kisses you awkwardly, teeth clashing, tongues intertwining without a defined rhythm, but it's all so pleasurable, so good.
and that's how you cum… making him let out a somewhat indecipherable scream.
jihoon lowers yours legs to normal, withdrawing from inside you, but you stop him.
“keep going…”
“no, relax, i don't want to hurt you—”
“im telling you to keep going, jihoon. i wanna you to cum inside me.”
“you what?”
his eyes light up like a bonfire, and he grabs your hips again, resuming his thrusts.
his eyes light up like a bonfire, and he grabs your hips again, thrusting once more.
you’re sensitive, moaning even more seductively when he puts his thumb on your clitoris, trying to make you come again, but this time with him.
“mine. mine. fuck, you’re mine.” he moans with each thrust, pleading.
you mentally thank the soundproof walls, or most likely the whole building would have heard you two by now.
your nails dig into jihoon's back, pulling him closer, your chests touching, and you scratch him, running your nails down his back, causing an infernal burning sensation, but the sting only intensifies the pleasure.
"i'm gonna fill you up," he warns, increasing the speed even more.
"please!"
and he cum. the sperm fills you completely, making you come too. the guttural groan jihoon let out inside you makes you forget everything else around you.
he continues moving slowly, feeling everything become sticky, disgusting, kind of strange.
"fuck, you're so pretty," he says, still thrusting slowly.
until he collapses exhausted on top of you.
"heyyyyyy, you're heavy," you laugh, and he moves to the side, almost falling onto the studio floor.
"damn…" he says, staring at you.
you two stay like that for a few seconds, minutes, just staring at each other in complete silence until he gets up, looking for something on the table. you look at him, confused.
“the car keys,” he laughs. “come on, i’ll take you home.”
you look at him, confused: home? after all the sex, all the ‘mine,’ he’s just gonna take you away as if nothing happened?
jihoon laughs, understanding your reaction immediately.
“to my place, silly! we need a shower, and my bed is much more comfortable than this couch…”
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