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[stwryun]

テテ pierced and pathetic . . . !

synopsis : giving heeseung head but he has a jacob’s ladder and he loses his mind each time your tongue drags over those sensitive piercings and he’d cum so embarrassingly fast

ᰍ৩⠀⠀ֹ ⠀sub!heeseung x fem!reader ㅋᩚㅋᩚ

warnings : oral sex , deep throating, heeseung has a jacob’s ladder, sub heeseung who is very whiny and needy ( thanku ) multiple orgasms ( embarrassingly fast ones too ) , overstimulation, moaning, whimpering, dirty talking, begging, humiliation kink, cum swallowing, edging

word count : 2072 words

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a jacob’s ladder piercing is a type of male genital piercing where multiple piercings are placed in a vertical line along the underside of the shaft. the “ladder” name comes from how the jewelry forms a row, kind of like ladder rungs

the dim glow of the desk lamp barely illuminated heeseung’s cramped university dorm room on the third floor of the engineering building

the space was typical for a third year computer science student — narrow single bed pushed against one wall, a cluttered desk buried under three monitors, scattered notebooks filled with algorithm pseudocode, and empty energy drink cans lined up like trophies from another all nighter

the faint scent of his woody cologne mixed with the smell of old ramen lingered in the air. outside the window, the university campus was quiet under the late night haze, most students already asleep or cramming elsewhere

heeseung sat on the edge of his bed wearing nothing but a loose black t-shirt, his long legs spread wide. his dark hair was messy from nervously running his fingers through it, and a deep flush already colored his sharp cheekbones

his cock stood hard and flushed against his stomach, the silver piercings catching the lamplight — six evenly spaced barbells running neatly along the sensitive underside from just below the head down toward the base. he looked equal parts nervous and eager, exactly the way you loved him in these moments

your arrangement hadn’t started out this intensely. you first met heeseung during freshman orientation week nearly two years ago. he was the quiet, tall guy in oversized hoodies who sat in the back row of the intro programming lab

when your code kept throwing errors on the simplest “Hello World” assignment, he leaned over without a word and fixed it in under thirty seconds with a few keystrokes and a shy smile. “It’s the semicolon,” he’d murmured

that small act of kindness turned into regular study sessions in the library, late night snack runs to the 24-hour convenience store, and long conversations about everything from anime to the absurdity of group projects

heeseung was sweet in that unassuming way —smart, a little socially awkward, always willing to help debug your code or explain complex concepts until they made sense. you became close friends fast

the tension built gradually lingering eye contact during movie nights in his dorm, his hand brushing yours a second too long when passing notes, the way he’d stare at your lips when you laughed. neither of you acknowledged it until last semester after brutal midterms

you’d both gotten drunk on cheap soju in this very room, celebrating the end of exams. one tipsy confession about feeling stressed and touch starved led to a heated kiss, then clumsy hands sliding under clothes

heeseung had been surprisingly vocal that night —whimpering, begging, letting you take complete control as you rode him. The sex was mind blowing, and something shifted

the next morning, awkward but honest, you suggested keeping it casual friends with benefits. stress relief with no strings, no jealousy, just two close friends helping each other feel good. he agreed immediately, cheeks pink, admitting he’d wanted you for months

what neither of you expected was how perfectly submissive he became with you. and then there were the piercings.

heeseung had gotten the jacob’s ladder on a stupid freshman dare after losing a bet during orientation games six silver barbells. they healed well, and though he never told anyone else, he quickly learned just how hypersensitive they made him.

the first time you discovered them, he came embarrassingly fast from just a few strokes of your tongue. ever since, these private sessions revolved heavily around them. he trusted you completely —enough to let go and become the whiny, needy version of himself that no one else ever saw.

tonight, after weeks of OS project stress, he needed this badly. “we’ve been doing this for months,” he murmured, voice already breathy, “and I still get so nervous it’s embarrassing how fast I lose it every time you use your mouth.”

you smiled, kneeling between his thighs and running your palms up the tense muscles. “you don’t have to hold back with me just let go hmm.”

you started slow, pressing open mouthed kisses along his inner thighs, sucking lightly until faint red marks appeared. heeseung shivered, soft gasps escaping him. when your breath finally ghosted over his cock, it twitched hard, a bead of precum sliding down toward the top piercing.

your tongue dragged flat and slow from the very base of his shaft upward.

the first piercing met your warm tongue. you pressed firmly against the smooth silver barbell, feeling it shift and roll against the thick vein underneath. heeseung jolted violently, hips bucking forward as a sharp whine tore from his throat.

“Ah—! fuck that lowest one always feels so deep,” he gasped. “the metal’s cooler than your tongue… the contrast—ahh—”

you hummed and licked it again, slower, dragging the flat of your tongue back and forth over the barbell multiple times. each pass made his thighs tremble.

you moved to the second piercing, flicking the little ball at the end with the tip of your tongue before pressing down hard, trapping the metal against sensitive skin.

heeseung’s hand flew to your hair, fingers threading in but not pulling. “oh god… please, more like that it sends these little shocks straight up my spine.”

by the third barbell, his breathing was ragged. you swirled your tongue around it in tight circles, then sucked gently on the skin beside it so the piercing pressed inward. his moans grew higher, whinier. “right there — your tongue is so wet and warm on them I can’t — I can’t stay still—”

you wrapped your fingers around the base, thumb gently rubbing the lowest piercing while your mouth focused higher. taking the flushed head between your lips, you immediately attacked the fourth barbell. you flicked it rapidly, then dragged your tongue heavily over it, feeling every ridge and bump of the metal.

heeseung’s head fell back, exposing his throat as a long, broken moan filled the room. “fuck— that one’s so sensitive you’re killing me please don’t stop I need it.”

his hips rolled involuntarily, pushing another inch into your mouth. you relaxed your throat and took him deeper, letting the fifth piercing slide across your tongue. you pressed the barbell firmly upward, rubbing it side to side while hollowing your cheeks.

a string of desperate whimpers spilled from him. “ah—ahh— i’m sorry, I keep thrusting— it just feels too good your mouth is so hot and wet around my piercings ”

you pulled back slightly, letting his cock rest on your tongue as you looked up at him. his eyes were glassy, cheeks burning red, lips parted. “be a good boy and let me enjoy every single one,” you whispered.he nodded frantically. “I’ll be good I promise I’m yours tonight just please keep playing with them.”

you sank down again, taking him deeper than before. this time you dragged your tongue in one long, luxurious, torturously slow stroke from the lowest barbell all the way to the top. each of the six silver barbells clicked and rolled against your tongue one by one. heeseung’s entire body shuddered hard, thighs clamping around your shoulders before he forced them wider again.

“oh my god— every single one i feel all of them it’s too much— too intense—” his voice cracked into a whine as you repeated the motion, faster this time, flicking each piercing on the way up and pressing on the way down.

you focused intensely on the uppermost barbell, the most sensitive one just under the head. you swirled your tongue around it relentlessly, flicking the silver ball, then sucking lightly so the bar pressed firmly into the bundle of nerves. heeseung’s hips jerked sharply, pushing his cock deeper into your throat as his control slipped completely.

“I’m— I’m already so close— fuck, I’m sorry— your tongue on that one destroys me every time—!”

you didn’t let up. you sucked harder, tongue working that top piercing in tight, fast circles while your hand stroked the base, thumb rubbing the lower bars. heeseung’s whines turned into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. his fingers tightened in your hair, hips making small, helpless thrusts as he chased the sensation.

“I can’t hold it— I’m gonna cum— please— I’m so sorry it’s so fast—!”

his first orgasm hit him like a wave. he came with a loud, cracked moan, thick pulses flooding your throat as his whole body shook uncontrollably. you swallowed around him, still flicking your tongue gently over the piercings through every twitch and aftershock. even after he finished, his cock stayed rock hard, oversensitive and leaking.

heeseung panted heavily, looking down with teary eyes. “I did it again came so embarrassingly fast. we’ve been fuck buddies for so long and I still can’t last when you play with my ladder like that.”

you licked your lips and dragged your tongue slowly over the entire underside again, pressing every barbell. he yelped, oversensitive and squirming. “too much—ahh! it’s too sensitive right after— but fuck, don’t stop please keep going.”

you took him back into your mouth, gentler but no less thorough. this round you savored each piercing individually. you spent long moments licking and sucking on the third barbell, then the fourth, humming so the vibrations traveled through the metal straight into his nerves. heeseung was deep in subspace now— whiny, pliant, and vocal.

“your tongue feels so perfect on them every flick makes my brain melt i love being like this for you just your needy boy.”

you edged him for what felt like forever — bringing him close, then pulling back to kiss his thighs or lick slowly along the sides. every time you returned to the ladder, his reactions grew stronger.

when you finally took him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis so every single piercing rested against your tongue at once, and swallowed repeatedly, massaging them all together, heeseung broke.

“fuck— yes— im close again— please let me cum in your mouth i’ll be so good—”

his second orgasm crashed through him even harder. he cried out your name, back arching off the bed, hips stuttering as he spilled down your throat once more. tears slipped down his temples from the intensity.

you kept him in your mouth through the aftershocks, licking softly until he was trembling and whimpering. then you climbed into his lap. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, burying his flushed face in your neck, clinging tightly.

“im sorry I’m such a quick shot,” he mumbled shyly against your skin. “the piercings make everything feel ten times stronger but I love how you take care of me.”

you stroked his hair and kissed his temple. “you’re perfect like this so pretty and whiny when you fall apart.” after twenty minutes of soft cuddling, whispered talk about classes, and gentle touches, he grew hard again between your bodies. he peeked up at you, eyes needy and hopeful.

“can we do one more round?” he asked softly. “I want to feel your tongue on every barbell again please?”

you kissed him deeply and slid back down between his legs. this final round was the most intense and drawn out yet.

you worshipped his jacob’s ladder with absolute focus — long, wet licks up and down the entire row, sucking on each individual barbell until he was shaking, flicking them rapidly, then pressing them firmly with the flat of your tongue.

you deepthroated him repeatedly, letting the full length of the ladder slide over your tongue while you swallowed and hummed. heeseung was a complete mess — sweaty, voice hoarse from moaning, tears of pleasure streaming down his face as he begged incoherently.

“please— your tongue on the top one again— im so close— I need it— im yours, just yours—”

when you finally let him cum the third time, focusing hard on that uppermost piercing while stroking him firmly, heeseung came with a wrecked, sobbing moan. his body went limp, cock twitching weakly as the last pulses spilled over your tongue.

you cleaned him gently with soft licks, then climbed up to hold him. heeseung curled into you immediately, nuzzling against your chest, pressing lazy kisses wherever he could reach.

“thank you,” he whispered, voice completely raw. “for being my friend for this for knowing exactly how to make me lose my mind. I don’t know what I’d do without our nights like this.”

you stayed tangled together in his small bed, the scattered textbooks long forgotten on the floor. the campus outside remained peacefully unaware of how beautifully your favorite submissive friend fell apart — whiny, sensitive, and completely yours behind closed doors.

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This is just eater Yuma, I needed to get this out here cause I've been thinking about it for a HOT minute! Hope you guys enjoy!

Requests are open!

There really wasn’t a plan on denying Yuma when he asked you to meet him in his backseat, while you had only socialized with him twice, and they were both at decent sized parties such as this one. You didn't really know him. You didn't have to know him though when he had whispered in your ear and told you he fantasized about eating you out and wondered what you tasted like. It had been a while since you had a man offer you something where you could just lay back and enjoy it, and the alcohol in your system was telling you yes. It was Yuma and quite frankly if he wanted to taste you, he was going to.

He smiled sweetly as you slid into the backseat with him, before you could even question why the backseat, he answered about how he didn't want anyone interrupting him and that was valid to say the least. “Just lay back, don't worry about anything else…” he comforts in a whisper before laying you back against the door. Your denim skirt already bunched at your waist…oh he was impatient. His lips pressed little kisses on your panties, a small smell came from him before it was followed by a soft moan. Looking up at you with glossed eyes as he pulled your panties to the side “You’re so pretty…” was all he whispered.

His pointer finger slowly sliding from your clit down to your opening, his eyes still stayed on you. There wasn't no dominance, just a need, the need to tasting you. Swiping up the bit of slick he collected, he slowly wipes it on his tongue. Humming gently, he smiled as he looked down at your pussy, his thumbs slowly spreading you open a little more before blowing on your clit. Watching you clench at the feeling made him let out a tiny laugh as if he wasn't so close to fucking you with his tongue. “Remember, just relax” he whispered once again.

Keeping your pussy spread he slowly lapped at your clit, his tongue slowly pushing on your clit before circling gently. Taking a sigh of satisfaction, he closed his mouth around it, a soft moan coming from him, his hands moving to grip one thigh and rub your lower stomach. You watch as his eyes flutter shut only seconds before yours. His mouth was warm, with a little more saliva. Practically drooling against your pussy but he didn't care, he was going to get you wet either way. Hearing the soft moans start to leave your lips was doing nothing but making him harder and motivating him to bury himself deeper.

The same pointer finger was still running up and down your slit, barely pushing the tip of his finger to get past that opening just to push it out. Your clit and hood growing wet as he kissed both with his slick covered lips. Looking up at you, breathing slightly heavy, a sweet smile on his face, and his finger slowly pushing all the way in. Gasping with you almost as a mock before nodding “Only one finger is that good? I think two will be really good~” he coos as he pushes another finger smoothly. Slowly curling his fingers inside as he pushes in and out.

Smiling to himself at how wet you are but for him it wasn't enough, his mouth latched back onto your clit. Hearing your moans now grow louder, echoing slightly in the car. His cock twitched uncontrollably at your taste, he was nothing but a eater and he had no problem with that, and if you needed him again he would do it, he was already thinking about when he’d eat your pussy again and he wasn't even done yet. His hips grind against the car seat, moaning against your clit as he sped up his fingers. Your hands move to grip his hair to make sure he wouldn't pull away. Believe he would never.

His cock grew a stronger ache, twitching in his pants as he felt your pussy grip his fingers. Pulling away just enough to look at you “You’re close baby, I know you are, right? Tell me your close?” He smirks knowing your moans and soft cries were too much for you to actually speak. Leaning back down he flicks his tongue against your clit, his fingers going faster, your slick close to covering his knuckles. Hearing the wet noises, he pulled away, sitting up as his fingers went faster. Pulling you into a kiss, his tongue swirling with yours as you cried out.

Pressing his forehead against your he hums in approval as your cum onto his fingers, moving to kiss your head he moves back down to see your pussy glistening slightly from your cum. That same little laugh coming from his lips as he pulled his finger out to slide them both into his mouth. You watched his eyes flutter shut at your taste before leaning down to clean the rest up, spreading you to get every drop possible as you laid there panting gently. Finishing up he sat up on his knees, running his pointer finger over your sensitive clit, looking at your pussy and slowly ranking to your eyes “You know…if you ever need my help, I'm always available for you” was all he responded with before picking up your panties and putting them in his back pocket.

You have to get to know him better.

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HI BABES! It has been forever but I’ve had a lot of free time recently and thought since my inbox was empty y’all could send me some stuff. If it’s more to the timestamps side it will be posted later tonight but any hard hours asks other than that will be answered immediately if not almost! If it’s &team, ot7 Enha, nct, txt, tbz, and ateez then definitely send it my way!!

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i reblogged one of the headcanon thingies you posted with eric x jeno and it was so >>>>>>>

Thank you babes!!! I miss doing the Duo’s. I’ve been wanting to write again so I might give duos a try to start out!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 ♡ ℳ𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑎 ℱ𝑢𝑚𝑎 .ᐟ

He is your salvation, dressed in sin and pleasure ; you were willing to shed your perfection for a taste of him. (wc: 1.6k)

cw: afab , fuma calls reader "angel" , fingering , p in v , unprotected sex (seriously, don't do it) .

You were a picture perfect girl, doused in saccharinity and innocence, gentle in the way you speak and sweet in the way you bat your lashes. 

Then you met him ; deep-set eyes and ink adorned skin that made your heart rattle in its cage, the intense feelings coming over you. It creeps on you slowly, a cold vine wrapping around your throat ; choking up on the sensations that are taking over you.

And when his cold, nimble fingers trace your cheeks softly, you melt into his touch; it is an imperfection in your nature, and it does not matter if you push past it and grasp at the slipping image of yourself, your perfection because his addiction was stronger than the smoke he burned. 

It was painful to keep this front when it was unravelling at the seams.

So, you plucked the feathers of your angel wings, your perfection fallen making you free from the shackles of your idealization — finding your respite in between his arms and solace in his touch.

“Murata Fuma”

His name fell from your lips, dripping sweet in saccharine, while your name was on everyone’s lips. They spoke of how he had defiled you; your fall from grace and you willingly let his pleasure lead you astray.

You were so sweet in your reverie, so willing to please him; shedding your own beliefs for him, and he held his bleeding heart out for you in return, still beating in his hands, still yours to keep.

“My angel,” he spoke with softness, reserved for you, “When I hold you, I hold everything I’ll ever need.” The calloused skin of his hand rubs warmly against your skin, your flesh yearning for him. 

“Fuma,” You’d sigh against his lips, gentle fingers resting against the apple of his cheeks; a gentle hum rumbling in his chest as he chases your warmth, “I’ve been patient for years, haven’t I been good?” 

Leaning closer, “Am I no good?” the words no longer caged in your throat. “I want to be yours, can I be yours?” wine-stained pout capturing his in a heated kiss, Your lips were warm and inviting ; parting slightly and allowing his tongue to slip.

His devotion coursing through your veins, a reminder of his belonging to you. His touch lighting a fire that licked at your skin, raw and untamed in its need. Fuma groaned against your lips, deepening the kiss as his fingers traced the curve of your waist.

“My angel” he whispered, pressing open mouth kisses down your neck, “Won’t you let me be your salvation?” His teeth grazing your collarbones, gasps spilling out of your mouth. “Let me show you how sweeter it is for me giving what you want,” 

Heat pooled in your stomach, a wave of arousal washing over you; a whimper escaping your lips and you immediately pulled him in closer. 

“Just like that” he praised and you tilted your head back, offering him more. His mouth pressed hard against your neck, sucking bruises marking his filth as it seeps into your skin and blooms beautifully on your flesh. “Ah- , Fuma …”

Fuma’s hands tautened you as he shifted lower, trailing searing kisses down your chest, parting the lace of your bralette as his lips explored the newly exposed skin. “Beautiful,”

A shiver ran through you, anticipation curling in your stomach; he slowly slid the straps from your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms. “Please,”  The warmth of his touch replacing the cool air that kissed your exposed skin, “Ah, Please- it hurts, make it better.”

Fuma’s hand parted your thighs swiftly, finding you soaked with arousal. Your eyes fluttering shut as he grabbed a handful of the tender skin inside your thigh, his touch was intoxicating and you were addicted to him.

His thumb rubbing circles against the lace of your soaked underwear, your back arched into him instinctively, broken whimpers falling off your lips. “Just like that, angel?”

Without breaking eye contact, Fuma’s fingertips reach the heat between your thighs, he doesn’t hesitate to slip between your folds, his fingers spreading you open as he finds your clit. 

You felt vulnerable under his stare, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of you sitting so pretty on his lap, ruined in his pleasure like a prey in the grip of a predator. “Gorgeous,” he mumbled under his breath.

Fuma leaned down to claim your lips once more, slowly, savouring your taste, lips and tongue. “Mine.” he moans possessively, his thumb pressing down on your swollen nub then rubbing it in slow circular motions. 

The ministrations make your breath hitch, your hips bucking in response. “Such a sensitive thing aren’t you, angel?” he rasped, voice thick with pleasure.

Two fingers are slid deeply into your soaked pussy, his palm pressing firmly against your clit as he begins to pump his digits in and out of your dripping cunt. “Ah, aah — F-fuma, too fast!” you whimpered, stuttering from the sheer pleasure he was giving you.

“Hmm, you’re doing so well for me, angel,” His voice and fingers quenching the hunger growing deep within you, threatening to consume him. “So tight and wet, like you were made for my fingers.” 

Breath quickening; He listens to your moans and sees the way your body responds to his words, his fingers curling slightly inside you to hit that spongy spot that drives you feral.

“Shh, I got you, angel,” he muttered hoarsely, his thumb rubbing your clit faster then, pushing a third finger into your hole stretching you well. “Ah.. haa, oh, Fuma … I’m going to ... ” your body was trembling as you grew desperate. “Going to come?” 

Warm heat blowing against your ear, he pressed in close ; your walls clamping down on his fingers, body shaking deliciously with pleasure. “Come for me, angel.” 

His thumb pressing down hard on your clit, the pleasure rapidly rising. Your breath turns into shallow gasps, your body arching into his searing touch as you feel yourself hanging on by a thread.

“Fuma!”

“I’m right here, angel” he whispered, biting down your earlobes, a promise weaved into his tone. “Ooh … ahh, fuck!” Your brain blanking, your essence gushing out impetuously from your cunt, your toes curling into him.

Reaching your climax, Fuma’s fingers continue to pump you thoroughly, drawing out your orgasm until you’re shaking and trembling beneath him. Once you’re done, he slowly retreats his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck on them lewdly — He wanted nothing more than to savour you, relish in your taste of you on his tongue.

“Hmm, you taste truly divine when you're coming all over my hand.” He simpers, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

“I need you,” you whispered  against his dark hair, getting impatient, worked up from your previous orgasm, dripping for him. 

He slowly pulls out his thick, veiny length and you feel the heat rushing to your face; your eyes widening in surprise at the sheer size of his cock. You are ruined.

“Such a greedy angel, aren’t you?” he taps his cock against your wet, swollen folds ; guiding his throbbing cock to your entrance. He slides it up and down before pushing it inside you, feeding you inch by inch. 

Your eyes roll back, yelping from the pain and pleasure, the feeling of being full of him and letting him take over your senses making your thighs tremble while the stretch to accommodate his size is painful. He feels your tightened walls clamp around him like vice, his hips snapping forward slowly, burying himself deeply within you.

“You smell like pure bliss mixed with forbidden temptation.” Fuma whispers against your skin, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, your scent enveloping his sensations. “I will corrupt you so completely, no one else will look at you. You’re mine.” 

His name falls from your lips like prayer, one you know by heart, your legs wrapping around him tightly. Fuma’s hips snap forward then piston in and out of you at a brutal pace, burying himself deep inside you; making you feel every ridge and vein of his cock rubbing against your sensitive spots, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. 

“Aah!” your desperate whines echoed against the walls, his thrusts become erratic and unpredictable; indicating his own imminent release, pace faltering as he buries himself deep inside you, his thickness pulsing against your walls. “F-fuck, angel… so close…”

He leans his head into your chest, his hot breath fanning against the blushed skin. “L-let me…” his voice labored with intense pleasure, “Let me come inside you, please angel…” How could you deny him when he was asking so sweetly, the last strings of his sanity lay in your hands like a leash around his neck.

You nodded, your voice muffled against his hair, the familiar surge of your orgasm creeping up. “My angel,” breathlessly whispered against your skin.

A final, harsh thrust and Fuma buries himself to the hilt. His cum spews in thick, powerful streams, his climax pushes you over the edge of your own ; your walls clamp down around his cock, pulling him deeper as your body milks every last drop.

He has you firm in his lap, his arm wraps tightly around your waist as he empties himself completely into you ; both riding out the intensity of your release. His breathing is ragged and laboured, his heart pounding against your back, his thickness twitching and pulsing as he remains inside of you. His sin and pleasure stains your flesh, and you bask in everything he gives you.

(a/n): I tried experimenting with a new style, more poetic rather than my usual. Please let me know what you think!

[eu1joo]

— come on in (18+) | byun euijoo

synopsis | your best friend tries to hide how hard he is in the hot tub with you, but you know him too well.

details | best friend!euijoo x female reader, non idol au, vacation buddies, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, kind of angst, teasing, playful banter, kind of exhibition, wet humping (uh dry humping in the water idk yall), hot tub sex btw, marking, hand job, cockwarming, penetration (unprotected but please wrap it up), creampie, cursing, mentions of drinking, lowercase intended, not proofread im never doing that

wc | 5.7k

from the author | this took literally forever to write but i hope you guys enjoy !! i had a lot of fun writing the non-smutty parts

you might have pushed him too far this time.

euijoo is usually a professional at brushing off the jokes you make about his arguably less than impressive sex life. and by that, youre not even sure it exists at all. you've been friends for years, but you have never heard him brag about an "eventful" night, even when you've done more than your fair share of explicit storytimes. he's always a listening ear, no matter how red hearing your encounters makes the top of his.

when you'd went on vacation together in the past, the two of you have to spend a week apart afterward just to preserve the friendship you've crafted. you're just so annoying. but he loves it, way more than he'd care to admit. you once spent a week on a woodland retreat, traveling sun up to sun down with a group of very dedicated hikers. up hill. down hill. even sideways on the hill, like goats.

"can you please shut the hell up about bigfoot?" euijoo had yelled over his shoulder on the last day of the trip. you had to shamefully lower your hand and relax your shocked face, having just claimed your ninth bigfoot sighting of the week. the entire group turned to look at you, and euijoo didnt speak the rest of the hike. he made you food over your campfire, though, while you were cramming a quick nap before the final evening hike. your calves hurt more than your relationship, thankfully.

when you went anywhere, you found a bit to commit to for the duration of the trip and waited to see how long it would take euijoo to break. the first day of a trip was always the most fun, the two of you in a new place. you love his smile, and he was always painfully enthusiastic within 24 hours of the plane landing or the hotel door clicking closed. he would drag you to all the destinations you'd marked on the map with his digital camera slipped into his pocket. around the fourth day, however, he was drained. and after the fifth, he began to huff, cast irritated glances your way, and, occasionally, ask if you knew how to be quiet. from the sixth day on, you were playing with fire.

this time, you and euijoo had decided on a beach holiday. you've never been anywhere actually relaxing together, usually opting for near death or financially detrimental experiences. you thought it might be fun to lay around on a towel reading shitty romance, build sand castles, get sun poisoning- the works. so, you booked a room at a beachfront resort, adults only and all inclusive with a full breakfast bar. and you decided what bit you'd be fully committing to, even before you arrived at the hotel:

you were gonna get euijoo laid.

it would be just like love island, you thought. or assumed, since you've never actually seen it. but your best friend, who is by and large considered handsome, would be surrounded by gorgeous adult women in tiny bikinis, gleaming under stark sunlight all day long, lingering by the bar desperate for a drink that euijoo could definitely order for them. you'd even tell him what drinks girls like, in a grossly stereotyping sense.

you considered it a favor. he had a girlfriend once, when the two of you first met. you'd had some classes with her at your university but met euijoo by completely unrelated circumstance. you had taken his drink at a local cafe by accident, despite his name being written on the side of the cup in thick black marker.

"wait, your name is euijoo?" you had stared at him with wide eyes. he could only nod, face blank, as you lied to him through your teeth, "my name is euijoo, too. small world, huh?"

euijoo was hooked on you ever since, spending so much time with you at arcades and poetry readings and movie nights that his girlfriend called it quits. you became close incredibly fast. it was so easy to forget about time with him, though. the years went by so quickly, only slowing down the one week a year you isolated yourselves together and you pushed him to emotional limits he didnt even know he had.

the resort was fancy but not flashy, which was good since neither of you really looked like you belonged there. euijoo had a stupid floppy hat on, and you had forgotten to take off your sunglasses inside, the giant lenses eclipsing your entire face. the hotel receptionist was visibly reluctant to hand over your room key as if the two of you were obviously responsible adults capable of maintaining order in her establishment. when she finally handed it over to euijoo, he flashed her a genuine smile that moved his cheeks and all.

"she was cute," you said as euijoo yanked his suitcase over the elevator floor gap. you pressed your floor number, feeling his confused stare chiseling into the side of your face. she was cute, round hazel eyes and freckled cheeks. she had a friendly face, just like him.

euijoo shifted on his feet, "do you, uh, want her number? i can go back and get it for you."

he moved to press the lobby button, and you swatted his hand away. as he hissed, shaking his barely burning wrist, you insisted, "no, dumbass, for you. shes cute for you."

"for me?" his eyebrows turned up in the middle, furrowing like you'd just told him he won a raffle he never entered. his lips parted slightly, one long finger pointed into his chest.

and he kept this act up for days, playing dumb every time you tried to get him to ask someone out. "juju, she's hot," was met with, "well, the sun is out." every "you should offer her a drink" warranted an "alcohol speeds up dehydration." he was such a fucking gentleman. it made you sick.

at one point, you purposefully sat in a lounge chair on the very end of the row at the hotel pool, leaving euijoo to sit in the one between you and a very, very attractive lady. even you considered testing the waters if he ended up tanking his chances.

"hi, hi. sorry to bother you," you had sat up after twenty minutes of brainstorming and sunbathing, leaning over euijoo to get into the woman's hearing range. he audibly gulped, suddenly aware of what angle you were playing. he caught on pretty quickly. you lifted a hand just as she turned to face you and stuck it right in euijoo's hair, ruffling it, "my friend here thinks youre very beautiful. isnt that right, euijoo?"

"hm, what?" he sat up quickly from his relaxed pose on the lounger, swiping your hand from his head and shooting you a sideways glance. the woman peered at him from behind her sunglasses, watching as he searched for a response to your question, his mouth opening and closing, opening and closing until he landed on, "oh, yes! i said your hair was beautiful. its, uh, very... healthy. yeah, great hair."

he then gave her the saddest thumbs up you've ever seen, crooked and weary, and stood up from his seat, pattering away on the wet concrete. the woman watched him the whole way back to the hotel entrance, combing an absent hand through her loose, healthy curls. you sighed, "i guess i misheard him. you are beautiful, though."

"what exactly are you trying to do?" euijoo was sitting, slouched over on the edge of his bed when you returned a couple hours later. he had changed from his swim shorts and tank top into something more casual, comfy. you only noticed because you'd bought him that tshirt for his birthday last year.

"nice shirt," you laughed as you hopped up onto the edge of your own mattress parallel to him, letting your legs dangle in the space between you. he lifted his gaze from the floor to your face, dark brown eyes scanning for something you werent quite aware of. euijoo didnt smile, and you felt yourself grow sharp under his watch, "whats up with you? why are you being weird?"

"im being weird?" he breathed a laugh this time, tilting his head at you in a way that had his tousled hair swiping over his eyes. he flicked it away, absentmindedly, "interesting, since all youve done this week is try to hook me up with strangers. is that not weird to you?"

you were speechless, opening your mouth only for nothing to come out. it was day four, but you'd never pushed him this far. and it was entirely unintentional. you knew he hated the bigfoot jokes. you knew he hated when you made him do the same pose at every tourist attraction. you knew he hated your collection of tacky shot glasses you just had to buy at every souvenir shop. but this- he had never acknowledged your behavior in this way.

"is it weird for me to want my best friend to have a little fun?" you asked, gauging his reaction, which- spoiler- was not positive.

"im trying to have fun," he stressed, crossing his arms and sliding off the bed to stand, "with you. on our vacation. but you keep trying to pawn me off!"

"euijoo, i just swear to god youve not had sex with anybody in like five years. cant you, like, die from that? did i make that up?" you rubbed your eyes in thought. when you opened them, everything was blurred but the annoyance on euijoos face. like youd crossed a boundary you didnt know hed set. he scoffed, shaking his head. you added, "i thought i was helping!"

there was a beat of silence, thick and palpable.

"i just wanted to be with you," he sighed, sitting on the bed again but on the opposite side, his back facing you. you saw him take a deep breath before laying down, stretching out over the length of the bed. he mumbled, "just forget it."

you swallowed the lump in your throat and stretched out, too, on your own bed. you curled into your side, watching his chest rise and fall. his eyes fluttered closed, but you knew he wasnt sleeping. you let the silence dissipate, the air conditioning unit in the corner rumbling as the crisp air blows through the curtains.

"uh," you cleared your throat after what felt like hours of silence but you knew was closer to twenty minutes, "we have that, um, scuba lesson in a bit... that we did pay for. just by the way."

the scuba lesson seemed like a great way to get your "experience" fill for this trip, and euijoo had always talked about wanting to explore the reef or swim with dolphins. the passes werent that expensive on their own, but you'd pre-rented the gear.

euijoo didnt turn his head to look at you and, instead, just spoke to the ceiling like he didnt care if you heard it or not. "go without me," he said, "you'll just try to set me up with the instructor, anyway."

you were able to refund the rental fee for the gear, but you wished you'd have just refunded the whole lesson. floating around in spandex was a lot less fun alone, you'd realized. the whole lesson was weirdly intimate without euijoo there, just you and the instructor, who wasnt even hot. you wondered whether to tell euijoo that detail or just leave it alone. you wondered whether to tell him anything at all.

he didnt give you much of a choice, though. when you got back, he was no longer on his bed. or in the room. it was like he was never there save for the open suitcase kicked under a table, his comfy clothes from earlier strung haphazardly over the edge of the case.

you were thankful that you had upgraded your room when you booked, specifically for the two beds and larger bathroom. too many times had the two of you crammed into one bed or taken a piss while the other was brushing their teeth. the other benefit of the upgraded room: private access to a courtyard shared among the four private suites in your wing, which included a small pool, lawn games like giant chess, a self-serve bar, and a hot tub.

now, you're looking through the slatted blinds on your room's patio door, scouring the dimly lit courtyard for any sign of him. of course, the sun has set since you returned from your suddenly personal scuba lesson. the dew cast a fog on the glass panes, additional clouds growing and dissolving from your breath as you press your forehead to the door. in the corner of the yard, you see a faint glow, pulsating in the dimming twilight.

when you approach the hot tub, euijoo looks tranquil, almost blissful. his head is tipped back, eyes sewn shut as the water laps at his bare torso. the waves from the jets cast swirling reflections on his skin, everywhere. you're almost close enough to step into the water when you hesitate, stopping, considering leaving him alone and just going to bed. his eyes open, but hes not shocked to see you. he doesnt even jump, just pulls his lips into a small smile.

"come on in," euijoo nods to the space across from him, watching your every move. despite his kindness, you cant help but feel like he's analyzing you, waiting for you to say something stupid again. "how was diving?"

"humiliating," you sigh as you sink into the water. euijoos head is tipped down, chin tucked and watching you from under heavy lids. you can't deny how cold the water feels on your skin, unfamiliar warmth dancing up your arms, your chest. your neck. "i mean, i was a pro, as you can imagine. but the whole thing was... lonely."

euijoo hums to suppress a laugh. he does this often, not wanting to encourage your antics, but you can always see the little glint of humor in his eyes. usually, the smile would break loose. he'd let a laugh loose and pretend it never happened. but now, hes bittersweet, regretful. he takes a deep breath.

"i should've went with you," he says, stopping to chew at the inside of his cheek, "i was being a dick."

"yeah," you deadpan, and he looks at you with sorrowful eyes before you kick your leg up out of the water, splashing him. his hands come up defensively to shield his face, water running down his forearms. he laughs, flipping his hand over the surface to send a spray of water toward you, instead. you continue, "but so was i. i shouldn't have assumed you were interested in sex."

euijoo smiles, softly, at your attempt at an apology. that might be the best he's gonna get, and he can't stay mad at you for long. he opens up his arms, nodding his head to the side, "come here."

and as you scoot along the edge of the hot tub, you can see just how flushed his face is from the heat. droplets of water cascade down his cheek, dripping from his jaw. his shoulders glisten with a sheen of sweat, but his skin is cold when you rest your cheek on it. euijoo wraps his arm around the side of your neck, pulling you close. it should be disgustingly sticky, but it isnt. it's nice.

it's too nice, too comfortable. you'd even call it perfect, the fit of his arm over your shoulder, his skin against yours. euijoo's chest rises and falls in your periphery, the swelling of his lungs matching the ever choppy bubbling of the water. he grows rigid against you, shifting in his seat on the hot tub's bench.

suddenly, euijoo pulls his arm from around you. he folds his arms firmly over his chest, sighing deeply before clearing his throat. you retreat from your position, uncurling from his side and turning in your seat to face him. your brows furrow, "whats up with you all the sudden?"

euijoo's eyes scan everywhere but your face, finding something interesting on the side of the hotel wall, maybe a curtain blowing in a window seven floors above. he sputters out a tragedy of an excuse, "you're- its the, um, the..." he shrugs, performatively wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "hot tub. its... so hot."

"oh, are you okay? do you need some water?" you reach out to feel his forehead, too, but he swats your hand away, shifting his body away from you.

"no!" his eyes widen, "i mean, yes, im okay. no on the water. just-"

"well, do you want to get out? we can watch a movie or something?"

"no," slower, after a visible gulp, euijoo says, "i cant."

you can barely hear him over the turbulent waves. the water around you gurgles over itself, sloshing out of the jets on your back and on the floor. columns of water billow up, wafting the burning scent of chlorine into the air. he cant? why wouldn't he be able to watch a movie with you? does he suddenly hate movies?

then, it clicks.

you reach behind his head, and, with a quick tap of a button on the tub's control panel, disable the jets altogether. the water goes still, leftover bubbles disappearing with a soft fizz. it's unnaturally quiet without the roar of the water pump or the disrupting slosh of waves on the plastic siding. theres nothing but the sound of euijoo's heart beating out of his chest and the choked gasp that leaves his mouth once he realizes what youve done.

"no fucking way," you mutter, half astonished and half teetering on a feeling you've been too scared to acknowledge for a long time, "byun euijoo, are you seriously hard right now?"

he rears his arm back and presses every button on the tub's control panel in search of the magic switch to turn the jets on and, hopefully, make everything stop. as soon as he presses it, you press it again. he presses it. you press it. back and forth and back and forth until he buries his face in his hand and groans, "please, just go inside. forget everything. forget about me. let me die here."

"don't be embarrassed, juju," you laugh, gently grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away from his flushed face. as you lower them to the water, his eyes never leave the place where your fingers wrap around his. his expression is a mix of confusion and humiliation, chased by a rush of curiosity at your tender reaction. "i could go away. i could just go to bed."

youre sure he can see the ideas bounding in your head, bouncing from one side of your skull to the other and skipping all the zones in your brain that would tell you that this is a bad idea. its situations like these that should exist only as hypotheticals, like a fever dream just as its about to break. or a one-time daydream scenario after a hangout where he looked a little too good. maybe he wore that sweater you liked, let his jeans hang a little too low on his hips. but you had gotten very good at separating your feelings from the reality that euijoo is your best friend and could never be anything more. at least, he never showed it. not until now, having skipped all the casual flirting or cheesy pickup lines and went straight to business. straight to driving you crazy all week with his perfect, sunkissed skin and slender fingers massaging sunscreen along your spine, working lower and lower, dipping under your swimsuit bottoms just in case.

"or," you guide his wrist until his hand is cupping the side of your neck, his damp fingers instinctively threading into your hair behind your ear. you whisper, "or, i could stay."

his touch is gentle, like hes afraid he'll do something he'll regret. you're scared, too, but you inhale, chlorine rushing to your head. when you exhale, you bring your own palm and place it over his, encouraging him to please touch you. you continue, "you know, i think i understand why you didnt care about the receptionist, or that woman at the pool, or at the bar."

euijoo hums, finally heeding your silent plea and sinking his fingers deeper into your hair. he tilts your head gently as you speak, following the movement with his own head, mirroring you. his lips part, only slightly and only once youre done speaking. "you do?"

"mhm," you let him puppeteer you, letting the weight of your head fall into his firm grasp as he cranes your neck backward, exposing the front of your throat, and then back to the side, swiping his thumb under your jaw, "but i wanna hear you say it. wanna know for sure."

euijoo whines, softly, and you feel it go right to your stomach, heat pooling in your veins. you clench your thighs together, absentmindedly, as he swallows the rest of whatever sounds were threatening to spill from his mouth. you feel his hand shaking against your neck, and you reach up again to hold him, steady him. you move your other hand under the water in search of his free hand, pulling it closer to rest on your thigh. euijoo squeezes your leg, just once, and releases a shaky breath, "they're not you."

euijoo sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth as you lean further into his hold and press your lips to the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. you feel on fire as you dart your tongue out, running it along the ridges of his veins. he tastes like chemicals and sweat but somehow sweet, like burning citrus.

"fuck, they're not you," he whispers to himself, fingers dragging, tentatively, up your thigh, "would you... would you like it if i kissed you?"

you pull your lips away from his hand just to laugh, quietly. you feel bad for the reaction, but he's just so desperate, nervous. your body moves before your mouth can, suddenly draping your legs over either side of his hips, his fingertips still digging into the flesh of your thigh. you keep yourself planted in the middle of his lap, careful to distance your core from where he obviously wants you.

you hover your lips over his, and its clear to you that euijoo is not breathing. his eyes are blown wide with an emotion you cant decipher as excitement or disbelief, and his chest is frozen in a perpetual inhale. as you speak, your bottom lip grazes his, "there's really only one way to find out, hm?"

the first kiss is curious, hesitant, as euijoo closes the short gap between you. his lips are plush, just as you expected and more. he brings his other hand from your thigh to the other side of your face, cupping it softly, and sighs into you. the trickle of water from his fingers that trails down your neck sends a chill through your body that completely contradicts the heat you feel from the water, from him. as he pulls away, you tug his bottom lip between your teeth, tethering the two of you together for just a second longer. euijoo whimpers, and you drink it all up as you release him from your teeth. you cant tell if his face is flush from the heat or embarrassment, growing shy under you in every aspect, physically and under your intense gaze that scans every crease and corner of his face. he smiles as you land on his eyes. you comb your hand through his hair, smoothing it away from his face the way you like it.

the second kiss is more of everything, swallowing his smile and his sounds. your mouths work purposefully against each other, as if to memorize the exact way his lips fit into you. its a deliberate exploration, teeth nipping, tongues melding and soothing. all while his hands slide, slowly, from your face down your body. euijoo's fingers ghost under your ribs, squeezing your hips in a silent encouragement. your fingers snake around his neck, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"you're driving me fucking crazy," euijoo mumbles against your lips, digging his fingernails into the skin of your hips, "all ive ever wanted."

his confession strikes you, humming against him in acknowledgement. you dont know if you can ever stop kissing him, which, coincidentally, is the same reason you had avoided trying before. your friend group had played their fair share of party games, which almost always ended with then drunkenly pushing you and euijoo toward each other while shouting, "kiss! kiss! kiss!" but you'd laughed it off thinking euijoo would never want risk your friendship for something as childish as spin the bottle.

if you had known you'd be in his lap in a public hot tub sucking on his tongue, maybe you'd have tried it a bit sooner.

you involuntarily rock your hips forward, body in search of some friction, and when you brush against the bulge in his swim shorts, euijoo groans into your mouth, body jerking in surprise. you hum against his lips, gauging him. euijoo pulls you forward again, hands snaking from your hips around to your ass. you always admired his delicate hands, but now youre wondering just how rough he could be with them as you roll your hips one more time against him.

"fuck," you rest your forehead against his as his straining cock nudges your clothed clit, the muted friction building, "have you had a big dick this whole time and didnt tell me?"

"have you- shit- ever been s-serious a day in your life?" euijoo chokes out, balancing the sweetest smile and the most intense crease in his brow. you're only teasing him, but it's not much of a joke. earlier, the bubbles and the dim lighting of the courtyard and the optical illusion that is water only barely revealed his predicament to you. you couldn't really see it. but, now, you can feel it. long and slender and trapped.

"i wanna touch you," you confess, flicking your gaze from his face to the space where the two of you meet, watching his pupils blow, watching his hips jerk in anticipation, "would you like that, juju?"

if he wasnt completely at your mercy, a puddle beneath you, he would have definitely flipped you off for turning his own question against him. instead, euijoo just nods, hastily. like you'll change your mind about him. he nods, eagerly. like he's been waiting to let you have him.

you hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough for his cock to bob free under the water. euijoo moans under his breath at the lack of restraint, but he yelps as you wrap your fingers around the base of it, squeezing gently, experimentally. euijoo screws his eyes shut, throwing his head back as you drag your hand all the way up his throbbing shaft, babbling curses and your name like you're killing him. he opens his eyes only to look around, checking the windows and doors of the other suites near you.

"scared of getting caught?" you twist your hand, sinking it back down along his velvet, honey veined skin before moving to press directly on the angry, pink head. euijoo whines, bucking up into your hand and biting the back of his hand to muffle his cries. you smooth over the tip with your thumb, "you dont want anyone to see how good you're being for me? or hear how pretty you sound, juju?"

you pull his hand away from his mouth with your free hand, "let them hear. tell them how good it feels, baby."

you increase your pace. euijoos eyes focus on the rippling water where your arm works him under the surface, your grip firm and natural like your hand was designed for him, like you were. his jaw is slack with pleasure, shivers sliding over his body every time you slow your movements, rocking your hips on his leg in a similar rhythm. he groans, "feels so good. s-so fucking good."

youd be lying if said you weren't the most turned on you've ever been in your life. every movement of your wrist disturbs the water, as well as the sloshing of the water between your torsos as you grind yourself onto his thigh. youre chasing your own high, although priority number one is to see what sounds euijoo makes when he comes. in your wettest dreams, he was a heavy breather, but you realize now that your mind could not have conjured his sweet mixture of sinful mewls, husky groans, and breathy moans. and thats only what he has let you hear, still holding himself back for the sake of privacy. you'd hate to be seen, to have an outsider ruin this perfect moment. at the same time, however, the thrill of being caught tempts you to draw this out as long as possible.

"im gonna come," euijoo pants under you as you attach your lips to the column of his exposed throat, savoring the chlorinated citrus flavor of his skin, "fuck- i dont wanna come in the water. thats so gross."

you worked your lips up to his ear, slowing your wrist and nipping at his earlobe with your teeth. you whisper, "then come inside me, euijoo."

when you pull back, he's scanning your face for a semblance of humor, as if it were a joke. but you've never been more serious. this is the first time, probably ever, that you've been completely serious on a trip with him. you nod, just to reassure him as you continue ferociously milking his cock, pumping him.

"god, okay, okay," he gives in, breathless. his hair has fallen back into his face, obscuring your sight of his full pupils and glassy eyes, "i'd love to come inside of you. cant believe im even saying that- fuck."

you watch him, even more carefully now. he's beautiful in a way you've noticed before but struggled to put into words. you're sure he has ruined you for everyone else as you study the pulsing vein in his neck and the bobbing lump in his throat. just as his whines get shorter, breathing ragged and hoarse, you inch your throbbing core closer to his cock. you move your swimsuit bottoms out of the way and nudge your entrace with his tip. euijoo releases his hold on your hips so as to not slam you down and fuck you senseless, letting you control the moment, go at your pace. unfortunately for him. instead, he connects your lips in a tender kiss, licking into your mouth and stifling your moans.

the stretch is welcome, eagerly anticipated. but the water perpetuates a burning friction as you suck him in. you sigh into him as you feel the tip of him drag all along your walls. you clench, adjusting to his length as you steady yourself on his shoulders.

"ah-" euijoo gasps into your mouth, breaking free from the kiss and burying his face in your neck. he rests his forehead on your shoulder as his body tenses, snaking his arms around your waist, "coming. fuck, i-im-"

the warmth spreads low inside of you as he releases, burning white ropes plugged deep by his twitching, spent cock. euijoo comes with a silent, choked groan, followed by a sweet series of high-pitched, exasperated whimpers. you coax every sound you can from him, clenching around him, rolling your hips, and dragging your nails down his back. you allow him to just exist for a moment, connected to you in every way. his arms are still wrapped tightly around your waist, hands splayed over the expanse of your back. his heavy breathing fans over your chest, hot and slowing. his dick is still buried inside of you, now soft.

"euijoo," you say, stroking the back of his hair, "can you look at me, please?"

"not yet," he mumbles into your skin, "i'm thinking."

"thinking?" you roll the word around in your mouth a few times, walking your fingers up and down his spine, "did i fuck some sense into you?"

euijoo laughs, this time aloud. his shoulders rack under your touch. you cant help but smile as he sits up, finally, and leans back against the side of the hot tub, "wow. im literally still inside of you and you've managed to insult me. thats gotta be a new record."

youre going to see this every time you close your eyes: euijoo, fucked out and glowing, with faint bruises and pink marks up the column of his throat. you dont even care that youre staring. evidently, you didn't offend him too much, since you feel his cock begin to grow hard inside of you again. he likes it, you realize.

euijoo draws you closer, connecting your lips for one final and chaste kiss. his plump, swollen lips turn up in a smile against you. but when you pull away, he looks perplexed, like he's just remembered something. "really quick, then we can go in."

"okay," you shift uncomfortably on his lap, anxiously awaiting what could be literally anything. it's difficult to tell with euijoo. this could be anything from a sex critique to an addition to tomorrow's vacation initerary, "im all ears."

"earlier," euijoo starts, innocently scanning your face, "you said that you were sorry for playing matchmaker because you didnt know i 'wasnt interested in sex.' and, well, i just-"

"nope," you stand up from your position on his lap, quickly adjusting your bottoms to prevent any of his cum to drip into the water. you resist the urge to whine at the loss of fullness, suddenly empty as you wade out of the tub. however, you are not about to let him get the last a-ha moment, especially when youre full of his cum and still waiting on your own orgasm, "you know exactly what i meant by that."

euijoo cranes his head to follow you as you retreat back to the room, projecting his voice a little too loud, "i am interested in sex, just by the way."

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OMG HI !!!

how are you, haven't spoken to you in a hot minute !!

Omg hi!!! I’m doing amazing, thanks for asking! I hope you’re doing well too.

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i miss sangyeon. can we have him for a bday sex short fic? – 📔 (im back from long studies!! i forgot i have a life here)

I know this is super late, ya girl finished classes but also I can't believe this made is giving me my first military wife experience..ugh

It was the whole nine yards, the hotel gave a change of scenery, the drinks you two had consumed, the dinner clothes already on the floor, even the lingerie that he told you not to bother with, why? He wanted you in the bath, a simple bubble bath had turned to something nasty. Kisses so deep you savored the taste of his saliva; the smell of the champagne on his breath aroused you even more.

“Turn around…” was all he whispered, his hands gripping your hips to hell you more in the warm water, your bottom half barely making it from the water but just enough to see the cunt he loved so much. His tongue formed the perfect shape around his fingers as he coated them with his saliva, his hands gently swipe your clit and watching you shiver only added a wider smirk to his face. You felt warmth and the sound of water splashing before his chest was against yours.

His finger plunged inside you only for a moment as he kissed your ear “Best birthday present ever..” was all he could whisper before his fingers left you, this was only to be replaced with his cock as he pushed the tip in only to take it back out. Your gasp turned into whines at this action, and he absolutely loved it. That was it; that was all it took.

“Hmm~ you're my gift, right?” he coos, hearing you just nod made him smirk as he pushed inside “I'm not gonna stop till I'm drained…”.

His thrusts quickened in only an amount of time, the water splashing and some even lading on the floor. He didn't care, his view was perfect, watching you take his cock, the water splashing slightly between where your bodies connected, it was exactly how he wanted to spend his night, buried inside of you. “Take it baby~ I know you can!” He encouraged as he picked up his pace, even lifting your hips gently to make sure he hit that exact spot repeatedly.

Feeling your spasm around him, hearing your cries as you came without even speaking a word to him, this made him chuckled… “are you okay?” and seeing your immediate nod let him know he was nowhere near stopping…picking up his pace a little more you soon heard those recognized grunts..he was close. While he felt he could last for a good while till his first release, you proved him wrong…

That last little flutter of your cunt sent him over the edge, biting onto your shoulder and leaving you a stinging feeling before he spilled inside…the warmth spreading through your whole body as he pants into your ear, a gulp came from him before he whispers “One more..”.

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soft dom soobin with a size kink 😩😩

You watched him and he watched you. Seeing you gasp as he pushed inside you, watching your body make room for him the best way it knew how. He found you so pretty during situations like this, seeing you be the strong girl he loved. A sigh leaves his lips before he speaks “That’s it~” the coo gentle from his lips “You're already doing so good…”. His words meant so much to you, and he could see that. There was always something so innocent about watching you spread for him, feeling you tighten around him, feeling like he was barely sliding into you. There was nothing better than this feeling. What made his brain fuzz the most was watching you take every single inch of his cock, which he never doubted you.

You on the other hand were finding that strike of electricity feeling the stretch as he buried himself inside. Your hands are gripping his biceps, nails making crescents in his skin. There was nothing more thrilling than hearing his groan gently in your ear as he buried his face in your neck, his lips opening to let out panting breaths and compliments about how you were opening up for him, how you were so warm around his cock, how he could feel your swelling clit against his pelvis.

His hands scooped under you, gripping your ass before moving to your thighs, spreading them a bit wider before sitting up, you watched as he shivered once his cock was completely inside you. Another pant left him before he smiled gently, the blush started to form, he was flushing. “God-FUCK!” He gasped as his thrusts quickened. There was no going back. He wasn't harsh by any means, but you both had a goal, and he happened to be watching you take him in that tiny opening.

He couldn’t take it “You're doing so good!” That was all he could cry out between moans and curses under his breath. Frankly, that was all you needed to hear. That once, electrifying sting turned into a feeling you couldn't describe. You could feel his cock plunging in and out of you, how your body just made room for him. The slight massage of his pelvis to your clit as his hips easily found the motion necessary.

“You’re close, aren't you?” That question sent a jolt through you as you finally met his eyes. He laid his forehead against yours before that handsome smile formed on his face. That’s what he wanted most, he wanted you to cum, so he knew you were feeling as euphoric as he was. His hands went back under you, scooping your body slightly so he could lift those hips and hit right on that spot. “It's okay to cum pretty~ let it go..please..Please let it go!”

That was all it took, before you knew it you gasped so hard your chest hurt, you gripped him tightly, your cunt pulsing around him, his thrusts slowing but never stopping. A warmth ran through your body that almost caused you too alarmingly flush. Just as you managed to look back up at him, his eyes were screwed shut. His hips stuttered before slamming into you, both with his hips and his lips crashing against yours to muffle the almost submissive moans leaving him.

Nothing could describe this feeling to him, even after you slept in his arms, he could never fully describe the rush he got as he watched your tiny body take him, that no matter how you felt it would soon turn into pleasure, all he knew was that he loved it.

[withlovemark]

THE ORGASM DONORS: YOU HAVE BOOKED NA JAEMIN!

pairing: donor! na jaemin x client! reader | genre: smut | words: 9k+

warnings: STRICTLY 18+

an: donor jaemin is here! would like to apologize for pushing this back and not posting on the original date. it was a busy birthday week for mark, jaemin and i lol but he’s here now! and he WILL talk you through it. almost forgot to say, i know he has platinum hair in his picture but i did imagine him with dark hair. feel free to choose which one you want. hope you like it. have fun reading! - with love, c.

you’d been told losing your virginity would just happen someday. but now here you are, in your twenty-somethings and still hadn’t experienced what it’s like to be fucked. the years rolled on, situationships came and went, and somehow, you were still waiting for that mythical right time.

it wasn’t about romance, though that would have been nice, it was about trust. about knowing whoever you chose wouldn’t fumble through it, or worse, treat it like it was nothing. and none of the guys you’ve been with ever gave you that reassurance. none of them ever gave you a good enough reason to want to lose it.

now here you were, on your own personal choice, holding on to your virginity for so long, that there’s absolutely no way you were going to accept anything less than good. but lately the waiting started to feel less like choice and more like…inertia.

so when you stumbled upon a tiktok video, posted by a random account rambling on and on about how she had her first ever orgasm at the neo orgasm clinic, curiosity sparked. you went on to watch more, everyone pointing out that this clinic has licensed professionals in achieving the perfect orgasm.

but it wasn’t orgasms you had a problem with. you’ve had plenty of those — with your hand, your vibrator, your dildo’s, you knew exactly what your body needed to get there. you just never trusted anyone else enough to get you there.

just then — a review talking about how every donor works around their client to ensure trust and safety throughout the process, was your final answer.

this sounded insane. this sounded tempting. this sounded like a sign from the fucking universe.

✚ BOOK NOW ✚

the more you researched about the clinic, the more your curiosity morphed into determination. you opened the neo orgasm clinic’s online website and scrolled through its crisp white interface, soft blue lettering promising safe, healthy, satisfying orgasms for women.

the sign up form was simple but thorough.

step 1: medical verification. a form requesting a recent full panel of STI test within the last month.

step 2: sexual preferences and boundaries. the screen lit up with a list and instructions

check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries.

you hesitated, getting nervous with every checkbox. besides kissing and an unsatisfying fingering from some guy in your past, you’ve never had another human being do these things to you. you’re not even sure what you like. or if you’ll like it. you checked the ones that seemed simple enough:

☑️ clitoral simulation

☑️ dirty talk

☑️ dry humping

☑️ domination

☑️ fingering

☑️ kissing

☑️ nipple play

☑️ oral

☑️ orgasm control

☑️ overstimulation

☑️ praise

☑️ vaginal penetration

you hovered over more intense options like choking, slapping, degradation, but you don’t think you’re ready for that. one step at a time. right now, all you wanted was to finally lose your virginity and have a good time while doing so.

step 3: why are you booking this appointment?

you typed:

i’ve been holding on to my virginity because i didn’t want to waste it on someone careless. i want my frist time to feel good, not awkward. i want to feel safe and still be completely wrecked. i want to know what it’s like when someone actually knows what they’re doing and isn’t trying to guess where the clit is.

step 4: choose your donor

the profiles were all impressive but one person pulled you in immediately — na jaemin. donor of the month. his reviews weren’t just good. they were glowing.

“made me feel like the only girl in the world. came three times before he even got his pants off.”

“he’s so sweet and gentle but knows exactly when to take over and ruin you in the best way.”

“he talked me through my nerves like it was nothing. best decision i’ve ever made. will definitely come back for a second session.”

and the most common one of all:

“i’ve never felt more safe with a donor. jaemin gives you the space to explore what you want and he has such a way with words i wasn’t sure if i wanted to cry or have him fuck me into the next life.”

you didn’t even finish reading the rest of his reviews. you clicked BOOK NOW

Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED

Donor: Jaemin Na

Date of Consultation: August 13, 2025

your heart was pounding so fast. this is it. it’s finally happening. this was the starts of your journey to finally losing your so called purity.

✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚

after booking your appointment, you did more research and to say you were excited was an understatement. every review you’ve read about jaemin was spectacular. everyone was gushing about their experience with him. you’ve never felt more ready to lose your virginity than in this moment.

but as soon as you walked into the clinic, your nerves took over. the reality of walking into a clinic where someone was going to professionally take away your “innocence” felt…surreal.

the neo orgasm clinic didn’t help with its perfection — warm, cream walls, soft golden lighting, faint notes of lavender and eucalyptus in the air. everything was designed to be calm, relaxing, inviting. still, your pulse was in your throat.

the receptionist, taeyong, with his sharp suit, glossy hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, smiled when you approached.

“good morning, welcome to the neo orgasm clinic, is this your first consultation?” he asked from behind his computer, a warm smile on his lips.

”yeah,” you admitted, voice soft.

he asked for your full name then pulled up your file with a knowing glance, “ahh, you’re jaemin’s first client for today.

taeyong slid a sleek tablet across the desk, “please take a seat and kindly review your file, click agree if no changes need to be made. consent is required for everything. jaemin should be out any minute now.”

you nodded, grabbing the tablet from him and taking a seat, looking at your file one last time before clicking agree. the screen thanked you and welcomed you officially to the program just in time — the doors to the consultation rooms opened and then he walked in.

na jaemin. he wasn’t what you expected. where you thought you’d see someone intimidating, maybe a little smug, you saw…warmth. black slacks, a soft blue sweater, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. he had the kind of smile that felt like sunlight — not just charming, but genuinely happy to see you.

“ms. y/n?” his voice was smooth, deep, but not heavy. you nodded as he extended his hand. his grip was firm but easy, like he wanted you to know you could pull away if you wanted.

“i’m jaemin, it’s nice to meet you. come follow me…don’t worry, no one’s taking their clothes off today,” he teased lightly, eyes glinting.

the consultation room looked more like a cozy lounge than anything clinical — plush sofa, plants, soft light. jaemin motioned for you to sit, placing a cup of fresh water on the table in front of you before settling across from you with a tablet in his lap.

“alright ms. y/n,” he started, voice kind but purposeful, “this is your time, so i want to hear from you…why are you here, what you want out of this and what would make you feel safe the entire time.”

you hesitated, staring into your glass, “...i’ve never…had sex before.”

he nodded slowly, like you’d told him the most normal thing in the world, “thank you for telling me. that’s not something you have to be embarrassed about.”

“im…not embarrassed,” you lied, cheeks turning pink. you exhaled, “i just…i don’t want my first time to be bad. i want to actually…enjoy it. and i want someone who’ll know when to slow down and when to…,” your words faltered, embarrassment taking over.

“take over?” he finished gently.

your cheeks warmed under his gaze, you were sure you looked like a tomato “...yeah.”

jaemin’s gaze softened, “i can do that,” he said simply.

“since this is your first time, may i ask if this will also be your first orgasm?” he asks softly but professionally.

you nod your head no, refusing to meet his gaze. he analyzes your body language, sensing your nerves.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed. not with me,” he reassures sweetly, “this is a judgment free zone. the more you open up to me, the more positive your results will be,” he finishes with a soft smile.

you let out an awkward cough, nodding your head slowly, mustering up the courage to admit, “i…i’ve used toys before. i’m not completely clueless,” you admitted, cheeks heating, “dildos, vibrators…i’ve even tried a few combinations. but it’s different when it’s you doing it yourself, you know? i can make myself feel good, sure, but i’ve never trusted anyone else enough to do it for me.”

his expression didn’t change, but his voice dropped into something warmer, “that’s not unusual. it’s harder to give other people control.”

you gave a small laugh, looking down at your hands, “yeah….so basically i’ve got plenty of hardware experience but zero field training.”

that earned you one of his quick, sudden smiles, the kind that made you feel like you were just friends having a casual conversation, “then we’ll make sure your first field exercise is a success.”

you shook your head at the phrasing but couldn’t help to smile back, “you sound so confident about that.”

“because i am,” he set the tablet down, leaning forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees, “you’ve already done the hard part. you know your body enough to know what feels good. my job is to connect that to that way someone else touches you. that’s it.”

your chest tightened from the way he said it. like it was simple. like there wasn’t a risk of awkward fumbling or disappointment.

“and,” he added, his gaze locking onto yours, “if you let me, i’ll make sure your first time isn’t just good – it’s the standard you measure everything else against."

your pulse skipped, “that’s a dangerous promise.”

he grinned slow and lazy, “that’s not a promise. that’s a guarantee.”

you rolled your eyes, but heat pooled low in your belly, “what if i get nervous and freeze?”

“then you’ll hear me,” his tone softened, but the undercurrent of authority was still there, “here’s how it works — you set the pace. you can stop me anytime. i’ll talk you through it. keep you in it. if you want to take control, i’ll follow your lead. if you want me to take over, i’ll know.”

you let out a small laugh, “you sound very sure about all of that.”

“oh, i’m sure,” he said with a quiet laugh, leaning back on his chair, “so what do you say ms. y/n, are you free on the sixteenth?”

a small smile crept up on your face, nodding your head once, “i’ll see you on the sixteenth.”

his smile turned just a little sharper, “you will.”

Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED

Client: Y/N L/N

Donor: Jaemin Na

Date of Session: August 16, 2025

✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚

you were five minutes late. not because you’d actually arrived late — no. you’d been parked outside for fifteen minutes, hands clenched on the steering wheel, trying to calm your nerves down.

this was the day.

was this pathetic? maybe. maybe you should’ve just gone the cliché route and picked some loser at the bar who could give you the worst five minutes of your life, like a normal person. but that thought immediately made your skin crawl so with all your courage, you finally stepped out of the car and walked into the clinic.

this was it. there’s no backing out now.

the familiar lighting of the clinic wrapped around you like blanket but it didn’t stop your legs from feeling weak. taeyong gave you that same knowing smile, this time gesturing towards the other door, labeled private suites.

“suite 13 – jaemin’s ready for you.”

the words sent a hot twist through your stomach. you walked through the private suites hallway, eyes scanning each polished gold number until you found 13. your palms were damp when you pushed open the door. and then…you finally released the breath you’d been holding.

the room wasn’t clinical. it wasn’t sleek like a hotel either. it looked like a bedroom you might actually live in — warm, golden light spilling from a low lamp on the nightstand, soft throw blankets draped across a neatly made bed, a small bookshelf tucked in the corner stacked with paperbacks. a woven rug softened the floor and a faint scent of vanilla drifted through the air.

it felt safe. it felt like home.

and in the middle of it all was jaemin, wearing a pair of grey sweats and a plain black t-shirt like this was just a normal netflix and chill and not a session booked between a donor and his client.

his head popped up at the sound of the door and his smile was instant, “there you are,” he said softly, “i thought for a minute there, you wouldn’t show up.”

you laughed nervously, “i…got a little nervous.”

jaemin’s smile softened into something warmer, sweeter. he crossed the room with unhurried steps, stopping just close enough that you could smell his faint, clean scent under the vanilla in in the air.

“that’s okay,” he murmured, “you’re here now.”

he kept his tone light but steady as he held your gaze, “before we start, i just want to remind you that you’re in control. everything we do is with your consent. you can change your mind at any time, about anything. no questions asked.”

you nodded, your shoulders easing just slightly, “okay.”

“and for tonight,” he went on, “i’m going to let you take the lead. we’ll move at your pace until you’re comfortable and when you’re ready, you don’t have to worry about anything else, i got you,” his mouth tipped into the faintest smirk, not cocky, just enough to hint that he knew exactly when that moment would be.

your lips quirked into a small smile despite yourself, “alright.”

he stepped back, giving you space, “then, why don’t you come here and show me what you want?”

the nervous flutter in your stomach didn’t go away but it shifted into something warmer, something that made you step forward, closing the distance between you. you took a breath before your fingers brushed the hem of his shirt, slowly sliding up over the soft fabric, testing the feel of him under your hands.

jaemin’s eyes didn’t leave yours, his smile faint but encouraging, “you want me, baby?”

the nickname caught you off guard but you nod anyway, eyes wide, almost like you were caught in some type of trance. maybe this is what the walls here do to you.

“you have me, sweet girl,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing.

he took your hand and led you toward the bed. the mattress dipped as he sat down at the edge of it. then he gave your hips a gentle tug, guiding you to step between his knees. the invitation was wordless but clear and when you swung a leg over to straddle him, his hands instinctively found your waist.

“that’s it,” he praised, the corner of his mouth lifting, “take what you want, pretty.”

your nerves still hummed under your skin but they were already being replaced by something hotter, heavier. before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in — your lips brushing his in a testing kiss.

jaemin met it instantly. not taking over but matching your pace, letting you set the rhythm. his mouth was warm and soft at first, coaxing you in with light, teasing pressure before parting slightly to deepen it. you tilted your head and that’s when his tongue slid against yours. slow at first then more deliberate, stroking and retreating, inviting you to follow.

“mmm,” he hummed into your mouth. a way to show you how much he was enjoying this. a way to give you a confidence boost. one of his hands slid up to rest between your shoulder blades, pulling you closer.

the kiss grew messier, wetter, your lips moving against his with a need that hadn’t been there minutes ago. his tongue teased along the roof of your mouth before curling under yours, drawing a soft, surprised sound from your throat.

he chuckled against your lips, “already making those pretty noises for me.”

you whined as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him even closer, personal space nonexistent. he met your energy, tongue sliding deep into your mouth, tangling with yours in a way that made your thighs tighten around his hips.

jaemin’s hands roamed more now. one tracing the curve of your waist, the other splaying against the small of your back, pulling you until you were flushed against him. the heat radiating between you was dizzying.

“fuck…you taste so sweet,” he breathed when you broke for air.

and with every stroke of his tongue and each low murmur of praise, the nerves that had felt so suffocating in the car melted away completely. all that was left was the delicious weight of his body under yours and the slow, intoxicating way he let you explore him like you had all the time in the world.

your lips crashed back onto his, the kiss full of heat. jaemin matched you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a slow, confident drag before retreating, letting you chase him.

the hand on your back slid upward, curling around the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss further.

god, his hands were big.

the one at your waist tightened, pulling you down so your hips pressed flush to his. even through the fabric, you could feel the hard line of him — thick, hot, and unyielding — and the faint groan he let out at the contact made your pulse kick.

“that’s it,” he murmured against your lips, the warmth in his voice edged with something darker.

“grind on me, baby… take what’s yours.”

your hips obeyed before your brain caught up, rocking slowly at first, just enough for the drag of his cock under you to send sparks racing through your body. the frictions was maddening — denim against cotton, the heat of his body bleeding through both.

jaemin’s tongue tangled with yours again, hungrier now, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it lightly into his mouth. you gasped, hips pressing down harder, chasing the delicious friction.

he answered with a low groan, his hands anchoring you to him. one slid down over the curve of your ass, cupping it firmly, guiding your movements so you rocked over him just right — you swore your panties were stained with heat. the other traced up your side, skimming over the swell of your breast through your top. his thumb brushed deliberately over your nipple, the light friction making your breath hitch.

“fuck—” the sound slipped out before you could stop it.

he smiled against your mouth, his voice warm and teasing, “you like that, huh?”

you kissed him harder in answer, your hips grinding down with more intent. each roll sent a jolt of pleasure low in your belly and you felt his cock twitch under you through the layers of fabric.

“yeah…that’s it,” he murmured, his tone dropping lower, more deliberate, “god, you feel so good like this.”

your fingers gripped his shoulders like you needed to anchor yourself. he groaned into your mouth, the sound low and rough, and the vibration of it went straight through you.

jaemin’s large hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your bare skin. he traced the line of your spine slowly, deliberately, making you shiver before sliding back down to squeeze your hip and urging you forward again.

your breathing turned ragged. every movement was measured — he was letting you lead but the subtle pulls of his hands made each shift hotter, more purposeful, coaxing you toward that inevitable peak. the air between you felt thick, each breath mingling as the kiss grew messier, wetter, your tongues tangling with no hesitation now.

when his hand smoothed back up your stomach to cup your breast fully, his thumb circling over your nipple in slow, deliberate strokes, your hips stuttered against him, the rhythm breaking under the surge of sensation.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and warm, “you feel amazing… can i make you feel even better?”

“please,” you whispered against his lips, the word barely there, earning a soft knowing smile from him.

jaemin didn’t rush. he slid his hands down to the backs of your thighs, giving you a gentle squeeze before guiding you off his lap and onto the bed. the mattress dipped under your weight, soft blankets cushioning you as he followed, bracing himself above you.

his mouth found yours again, deeper this time, almost greedy. his big hands roamed deliberately over you, sliding under your shirt to stroke the warm skin of your stomach.

“let’s get this off,” he murmured, tugging lightly at the hem. you lifted your arms without thinking and he peeled your shirt away, tossing it aside before leaning back to take you in. his gaze lingered, slow and deliberate, before he bent to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

“you’re gorgeous,” he breathed between kisses, his voice low and certain, like it wasn’t up for debate. his hands slid to your back, easily undoing your bra clasp. the straps slipped down your arms and then he was cupping your bare breasts in those large, warm hands, thumbs bruising over your hard nipples in slow circles that made tiny moans slip from your lips.

every action he takes making you learn more about yourself.

your fingers gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but he kept the pace maddeningly steady, “mmm, not yet,” he murmured against your skin, “i want you worked up for me.”

one hand trailed down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your bottoms. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, “can i take these off, pretty girl?”

you nodded and he slid them down, along with your panties, in one smooth motion, leaving you bare under his gaze. the heat in his eyes deepened, but his touch stayed gentle as he settled between your legs.

“you’re already soaked” he murmured, brushing the pads of his fingers over your folds in a slow stroke. his mouth curved into a faint smirk, “god, i love how virgins get wet so easily. your body knows exactly what it wants, sweet girl.”

a shiver ran through you at his words, your breath hitching as his finger slipped inside easily, the stretch making you gasp softly.

“oh my —” the sound broke into a moan when he curled it slightly, brushing over something that made your toes curl. he kissed you again, swallowing the sound as his other hand gripped your hip.

“relax for me,” he whispered, curling his finger inside you, “that’s it,” he praised, leaning down to kiss your jaw, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, “take me in, baby, you feel so fucking good around just one finger.”

when he added the second, the stretch was fuller, warmer, pulling another moan from you, your hips bucking to his touch.

“ohhh jaemin—”

“feels good, baby?”

you nodded, breathless, “so good—”

“good,” he soothed, his voice honey-sweet but still dripping heat, “let’s make sure you’re ready for me.”

your hips started to move with him, chasing the friction. he let you, his pace steady, curling his fingers just right with every stroke. his thumb found your clit then, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your hips twitch and your toes curl. the pressure built fast, your thighs tensing around his hand. you bite your lip, trying to control your moans.

“don’t hold back,” he urged, his voice dropping lower, “let me hear you’re pretty sounds.”

you moaned again, this one louder, your head tipping back against the pillows.

“oh, fuck that feels—”

“yeah, i can feel it,” he murmured, curling his fingers in perfect rhythm with his thumb’s pressure, “this pretty pussy’s gripping me so tight.”

your thighs started to tremble as the pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. his fingers thrusted perfectly, hitting your sweet spot every time, thumb rubbing in perfect circles that had you breaking so much faster than you could ever make yourself break.

“i–i’m close—”

“then come for me,” he coaxed, his tone a perfect mix of command and comfort, “come all over my finger, baby. show me how sweet you are when you let go.”

the combination of his words and the relentless, precise pressure was too much – your first orgasm hit fast, your moan breaking into a cry as you clenched around him, back arching to his touch.

“good girl,” he groaned softly, working you through it, “fuck you’re perfect. squeezing me so tight.”

you gasped his name again, hips jerking as he kept moving just long enough to draw every last ripple from you before slowing.

when he finally pulled his fingers free, he licked his fingers slowly, making sure you were watching. the sight of it enough to keep the heat ignited in between your legs, “mmm, you taste even better,” he praised before pressing a slow kiss against your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.

you felt dizzy. jaemin let you catch your breath, brushing his thumb over your hip in slow circles before breaking the quiet.

“how do you usually fuck yourself?” he asked casually, like he was asking your favorite coffee order, except his voice was rougher now, threaded with heat and his eyes were a shade darker.

you hesitated, snapping back into reality, cheeks warming, voice soft, mind still stuck between a dream and reality, “i…i usually put the dildo behind me and…sit on it.”

his mouth curved, the kind of smile that felt dangerous in the best way, “you want to do it that way now?”

you nodded, pulse quickening, the heat in your stomach untamed, he was trying to make this feel the most comfortable for you and you appreciate it a lot.

“yes.” you reply with no doubt in your mind.

jaemin leaned back, reaching for the condom on the nightstand. he tore it open with practiced ease, rolling it down over himself while keeping his eyes locked on you, “then get into position, sweet girl.”

you moved to your hands and knees, heart pounding, and he shifted behind you on the bed, one big hand steady on your hip.

“come here,” he murmured, guiding you back toward him until you could feel the hot, thick press of him nudging between your folds. he ran himself along your slit slowly, coating himself in your slick before pausing at your entrance.

his voice dropped to a low growl —

“c’mon, baby… fuck yourself on my cock. take your virginity.”

the words sent a shiver through you. this was it. you are finally going to lose your virginity. and all you could think about was how much you wanted it. how much you craved it.

you took a breath then pushed back, feeling the thick head stretch you open. the sensation was sharper, fuller than anything your toys had ever given you, your breath catching in your throat.

“go ahead, you’re in control, this is all you, baby” jaemin praised instantly, his grip tightening just enough to keep you steady, “that’s it… take me slow. you’re doing so fucking well.”

you sank down further, inch by inch, the stretch making you gasp, “oh— god, jaemin—”

“i know,” he murmured, his own breath hitching, “so tight… fuck, you feel incredible.”

when you finally seated yourself fully on him, you froze, overwhelmed by the deep, full ache.

“you okay?” he asked softly, rubbing your hip with his thumb, giving you all the time you need to adjust to him.

you nodded, voice shaky, “it feels… so full. so good.”

“move whenever you’re ready,” he said, letting you keep control, placing a soft open mouthed kiss on your shoulder blade.

you started slowly, lifting yourself up and sinking back down in shallow strokes, adjusting to the stretch. the friction built with each movement, pulling soft moans from your lips.

“yeah, baby, that’s perfect,” he praised, “riding me so well. look at you… making yourself feel good on my cock.”

his praises made you bolder, your pace picking up, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.

“oh, fuck—” you gasped, pushing back harder, chasing the heat coiling low in your belly, your jaw slacking open, eyes already rolling back at the feel of him inside you.

“that’s it,” jaemin groaned, his voice raw now, “god, i could watch you take me like this all night. the perfect little virgin…not so innocent now, huh?”

you whimpered at the mix of praise and filth, your thighs starting to burn from the effort.

he noticed instantly, “you’re getting tired, aren’t you?”

“a little—” you admitted between breaths.

your pace was steady but slowing, your thighs starting to ache from the effort of bouncing on him. jaemin’s hands stayed firm on your hips, guiding your movements without stealing control — yet.

then, his grip tightened just slightly, and his voice dropped, darker now.

“you wanna know what the difference is between your dildo and me?”

the change in tone made your pulse spike. you glanced back over your shoulder at him, his eyes already locked on you — darker, hungrier, his jaw tight.

“what?” you gulped, your voice softer, almost cautious.

he leaned in just enough for his breath to fan over your ear, his words low and deliberate.

“i can fuck you until you can’t speak.”

a shiver shot through you, your breath catching.

“tell me sweet girl, do you want that?”

“yes–yes–please–jaem—”

you couldn’t even finish begging. his hands clamped firmly around your hips, and in the next breath, he was driving up into you with deep, unrelenting thrusts. the sound of skin meeting skin was loud, filthy, filling the cozy room.

you gasped sharply, your arms bracing against his thighs, each stroke hit deeper, harder, dragging sweet, desperate moans from your throat.

“jaemin—ohhh—fuck!”

“yeah, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough now, each word punctuated by the snap of his hips, “feel that? that’s what your toy could never give you. real heat, real weight—fucking you open for me.”

your fingers clenched, nails digging on his thighs, earning a hiss from him, the force of his thrusts pushing you forward slightly each time, “feels so— god—so good—i—”

he chuckled darkly, his grip tightening, “can’t even finish your sentences now, huh? losing your words for me.”

every stroke had you gasping louder, your words turning into incoherent moans, you’re pretty sure you unlocked a new language. your body arched on instinct as the fullness and friction became almost overwhelming.

“you’re taking me so well,” he praised through a groan, sweat starting to bead at his temples, “already hugging my cock like you were made for it.”

his deep, relentless rhythm, his voice in your ear, and the burn of finally being taken like this had your orgasm building fast.

“jaemin— i-i’m gonna—”

“come, baby,” he growled, his hips moving even faster, his voice toeing the line between command and praise, “come on the cock that just ruined you for anyone else.”

your climax hit hard as your second orgasm took over, your jaw slacking open in a silent scream, eyes rolling so far back you saw white, your body clenched violently around him, the only thing keeping you up is his strong hand around your waist.

jaemin groaned at the tight squeeze, fucking you through every pulse until finally letting you collapse forward, trembling, your face hitting the sheets.

only then did he slow, his hands smoothing over your sides, grounding you as your breath tried to steady. your body melted into the sheets, eyes completely shut in pure bliss, still catching your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing through you.

jeamin eased out of you slowly, his palm warm on your hip. you lay there for a moment, breathing hard, the deep ache between your thighs already settling in.

then he chuckled low, leaning over you, a hand massaging one of your ass cheeks.

“congratulations, baby. you’re officially not a virgin anymore.”

you laughed breathlessly, “god, i don’t know why i was so scared, i should’ve done this sooner.”

he grinned, settling by your side, brushing your hair back from your face, “so, i would say this was a success?”

your laughter softened into something warmer, finally turning your body around to lay down and face him, “it was…better than i could ever imagine. so much better.”

he shot you a soft smile before his eyes darkened just slightly.

“think you can take a little more?”

you didn’t even have to think, your body already ached for him again.

“yeah,” you murmured, already reaching for him and pulling him down toward you. this time, he settled between your legs, his knees pushing your thighs apart. your head almost at the foot of the bed.

he slid his hands up your calves, over your knees, until he was bracing himself above you, arm muscles flexing under the warm glow of the lamp, “i’m gonna make you feel it everywhere,” he said softly, his tone promising, “gonna make sure you don’t take any less than this from any other man.”

the head of his cock nudged at your entrance again and you moan at the feeling. he didn’t push in yet, instead, he leaned down to kiss you, slow at first, but quickly deepening. his tongue swept into your mouth, coaxing, until you were clutching at his shoulders just to keep up.

when he finally slid into you, it was in one slow, deliberate push, stretching you all over again with absolutely no warning. your gasp was swallowed by his mouth, his hips settling flush to yours.

“still so tight,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, “god, you’re addicting.”

your hands slid down his back, nails grazing lightly over the muscle there, “fuck…you feel even bigger.”

he chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at you, his gaze hot and intent, “tell me how you want it this time, baby.”

“just…fuck me…please,” you breathed and that was all he needed.

his hips began to move — slow at first, deep, deliberate thrusts that had you gasping with each one. the stretch was sharper this way, every inch of him dragging against you. then he picked up the pace, his thrusts sharper, harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the cozy, lamplit room.

“jaemin–” you moaned, your mind only had room for his name, your back arching off the bed, hips meeting every one of his thrusts like your body had a mind of its own.

“that’s it,” he growled, his voice rougher now, “take me deep, nobody else will ever get to fuck you for the first time like this.”

the possessive edge made your stomach flip, your nails digging into his shoulder, “jaemin–”

he kissed you again, messy and heated, while his hips kept driving into you, the friction building fast.

“you’re already clenching around me,” he groaned, his voice breaking, “you’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”

“yes—fuck—yes—”

“do it,” he commanded, his thrusts growing rougher, “let me feel you lose it on me again.”

it didn’t take long — his deep, relentless rhythm and that filthy praise had you spiraling fast. you were starting to learn that besides loving nipple-play, you definitely had a praise kink.

your third orgasm hit with a choked cry, body locking around him, squeezing so tight he groaned against your mouth. he kept moving, milking every pulse until you were trembling beneath him, your hands clutching at him like you didn’t want to let go.

jaemin stayed pressed deep inside you, his hips flush against yours, letting you feel the pulses of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. his gaze stayed locked on your face watching every little reaction.

then one of his hands slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit like he’d been planning it all along.

“holy fuck—” you gasped instantly, eyes snapping open, your cunt clenching even tighter around him.

he groaned at the instant way your body reacts to him, his voice low and steady, “you’re already so sensitive aren’t you? let’s see how much you can really take.”

he started slow, rubbing lazy circles over your sensitive bud, his cock just sitting perfectly inside you, sitting against your walls, unmoving.

your breath caught on every measured circle of his fingered, the pressure on your clit already making your stomach clench, “oh my god—”

“look at you,” he murmured, watching your face like it was his favorite thing in the world, “falling apart for me already.”

you whimpered, your hands gripping his biceps, “its—it’s too much—”

“too much?” his smirk darkened and instead of easing up, he pressed a little harder, circling faster.

“i’m not even moving my cock baby, this is just my fingers,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your jaw as his fingers continued to play your clit with ruthless precision.

your hips bucked up, voice breaking into breathless moans, “jaemin—i—i can’t—”

“yes you can.” he says sweetly, playfully, teasingly, but his own breathing is rough now due to how hard you were clenching around him and the amount of self control he was holding on to to not fuck you senseless.

“you’re gonna come so hard on my cock…just like this.”

before you know it, the pressure inside you coiled tighter, your thighs trembled around him. every roll of his fingers pushed you closer until it was all too much to contain. your fourth orgasm tore through you, just like that. just like he said you would — your back arching violently off the bed, a silent cry ripping from your throat.

the rush was blinding, every nerve in your body lighting up as your walls clenched around him in relentless waves.

“fuck—” jaemin groaned by your ear, keeping his fingers moving to draw every last spasm from you.

you were shaking by the time it passed, your chest heaving, your nails dragging down his back in aftershock. you’d never felt anything like it — it was raw, all-consuming, dizzying in the best way possible.

he brushed his fingers over your clit one last time, making you twitch hard, before finally pulling out, making you whine — already missing the stretch he provided. he chuckled softly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

it was only when your head cleared enough that you realized jaemin was still hard inside the condom — his breathing rough but nowhere near the edge you’d just fallen over.

you turned your head to look at him, “you didn’t…?”

he smiled faintly, brushing damp hair from your cheek, “tonight’s about you, baby.”

you bit your lip, “can i…?” you hesitated for only a second before adding, “can i give you a blowjob?”

his brows lifted, something dark sparking in his eyes, “you want to?”

you nodded, your voice low but certain, “yeah. i’ve never given one… but i want to.”

that was all it took for him to roll onto his back, one arm folded under his head, the other reaching to pull you closer, “then come here, sweet girl. let me teach you.”

you crawled down between his legs, ignoring the soreness between your thighs, and the way your legs were trembling with every move. your eyes flick to where the condom still hugged him, his cock flushed and thick.

“first,” he said, voice dipping low, “take that off for me.”

you wrapped your fingers around the base, giving it a cautious squeeze before rolling the condom up and off. his hiss was instant, his head tipping back slightly.

“fuck—your hands are warm…”

you couldn’t help but glance up at his face, the way his jaw flexed as you stroked him lightly just to feel the weight of him in your palm.

“now,” he murmured, his eyes finding yours again, “start with just the tip. lick it, get used to the taste. don’t rush.”

you nod, leaning in, your tongue flicking over the sensitive head. he groaned — deep, low, his hips twitching just slightly.

“yeah, just like that. god, your mouth is warm.”

encouraged, you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, your hand stroking the rest of him in time. his groan was louder this time, his eyes fluttering shut.

“mmm—fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, his voice turning breathier, “such a pretty little mouth… made for this.”

you found yourself wanting to hear more of those sounds, more of that voice. you pushed down further, taking more of him in, your tongue pressing along the underside.

his reaction was instant — a sharp breath, his hand fisting lightly in the sheets, “oh— fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. just like that.”

the more you moved, the more you realized how much you liked the act itself — the fullness in your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue, the way he groaned whenever you hollowed your cheeks.

“god, you’re doing so well,” he panted, “you’re already better than you think you are.”

that praise made something in you click, and you started bobbing your head with a steadier rhythm, your hand twisting lightly at the base as you sucked. his hips shifted, just enough to meet your movements.

“fuck, yes—” he groaned, his voice cracking slightly, “you’re gonna ruin me if you keep that up.”

you hummed around him in response, and the vibration made him curse, his hand reaching down to cup the back of your head, fingers bunching your hair up, not forcing — just guiding.

“take a little more,” he urged, his voice dropping into that darker register again, “i know you can.”

you relaxed your throat, sinking down further until he hit the back of it, your eyes watering slightly. he groaned loud at the feeling, his other hand gripping the sheet tight.

“oh my god, baby— fuck—”

you pulled back slowly, saliva trailing from your lips to the tip, and he hissed at the sight, “shit— you’re gonna make me come—”

instead of slowing, you leaned back in, mouth sealing around him again, sucking harder now. his groans turned almost desperate, a mix of pleasure and that edge of overstimulation.

“baby—ah— fuck, you’re… fuck, it’s too good—”

you liked hearing him like that, liked the way his voice broke. you kept going, your tongue swirling around the head each time you pulled up, your hand stroking him in perfect sync.

he was almost panting now, his thighs tensing under your hands, “you’re… oh, fuck— you’re not stopping, are you?”

you shook your head just enough for him to feel it, your mouth still working him relentlessly.

“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, his voice frayed, “pretty little mouth— i swear, i’ll never forget this.”

he really did have a way with words. a way that made you feel special. like you weren’t just one of the many clients he pleases everyday.

his breathing was ragged now, his abs tightening under your hands as you kept working him — the slick sounds of your mouth and his soft, desperate groans filling the warm, quiet room.

“baby—” he gasped, his voice breaking on the word, “i’m close— fuck, i’m so close.”

you didn’t slow down. if anything, you got hungrier for it, twisting your hand in a tighter rhythm at the base while your mouth sank down on him again, your tongue pressing hard along the underside.

jaemin swore, his hand cupping the back of your head like he needed the anchor, “shit— don’t stop— you feel so good, baby, just like that—”

his thighs flexed, hips jerking up as his breath caught, “fuck— i’m gonna—”

and then he broke, his groan low and guttural as his release hit. the heat spilled into your mouth in hot, pulsing bursts, his body shuddering under your touch.

“ah— fuck, baby—” his voice was wrecked now, his hips still twitching as you kept your mouth on him, swallowing what you could, your lips milking him through every last wave.

it was only when his hand gave a gentle squeeze to the back of your head that you finally eased off, pulling back slowly with a soft, wet pop. his cock twitched against your hand, still sensitive, his breath coming in heavy pulls.

“you…” he out a breathless laugh, his head falling back against the pillows, “you just tried to suck my soul out, didn’t you?”

you grinned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring the taste, “maybe a little.”

he shook his head, still smiling between pants, “you’re dangerous.”

he tugged you up the bed until you were sitting between his legs, his careful hands smoothing over your arms and sides like he was checking you for damage. he was gentle now. like someone flipped the switch on him.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

you nodded, still flushed and a little dazed, “yeah… more than okay.”

he smiled — that warm, sweet curve that felt like it was just for you — before leaning in to kiss your temple.

“good girl. you were so perfect for me tonight.”

your heart fluttered at the praise, but then his hands slid lower, over your hips, and back between your thighs. you were still wet — slick from your orgasm earlier and all the noises he made. your body still humming.

you bit your lip, “i… i’m still—”

“wet?” his smile turned into something a little smug, “yeah, i can feel it,” he pressed his palm lightly against your heat, making you gasp.

you frowned, half embarrassed, half curious, “is that normal?”

his laugh was warm but teasing, “baby, you just lost your virginity. you unlocked something. you might be wet for days.”

you snorted despite yourself, “shit. i’m in trouble.”

he winked, flipping you over so that you were laying down again and lowering himself down the bed, “not if you just book me for the rest of the week.”

before you could answer, he was sliding down your body, kissing his way past your stomach, pausing to mouth at the curve of your hip before settling between your thighs. he gently coaxed your legs open, looking up at you with that sweet, boyish smile that somehow made everything feel safe — even when your pulse was already racing.

“one more. let me make you come one last time…my way.”

“jaemin—” you started, but the rest of your thought vanished when his tongue slid over you in one slow, deliberate stroke.

“just relax,” he said softly, “enjoy it.”

you gasped, your hips twitching as the wet heat of his mouth closed over your clit, sucking gently. the sensation shot straight through you, the afterglow haze giving way to a sharp, building pleasure. your back arched instantly, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.

“mmm, i could eat you out for days,” he murmured against you before diving back in. he started with light, teasing flicks of his tongue before sealing his lips around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your toes curl. the steady, precise rhythm had you gasping in seconds.

“jaemin—” you reached down, your fingers tangling in his hair, “oh my god—”

he glanced up at you briefly, his eyes dark and warm, before focusing right back on you. one hand slipped up to press flat against your lower stomach, holding you steady as he worked you over with unrelenting precision.

then his hands cupped your breasts, kneading gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“oh my god!—” you gasped, the dual sensation making your back arch instantly.

he sucked your clit into his mouth while his fingers tugged and pinched at your nipples in perfect rhythm, each pull sending sharp little shocks of pleasure straight to your core.

“don’t stop—please—don’t stop–”

his groan vibrated against you, his fingers curling into your breasts like he wanted to keep you pinned in place while he worked you over. he alternated between swirling his tongue over your clit and flicking it, all while massaging and tugging at your nipples in a way that made your thighs tremble.

“jaemin— i’m— oh, fuck—”

“come on, baby,” he coaxed, his voice warm and commanding all at once, “let me have you one more time. be my sweet girl.”

the pressure between your legs and on your nipples pushed you over the edge fast, your fifth orgasm tearing through you with only sighs of his name, hips lifting off the bed.

still, he didn’t stop. licking you through every pulse while giving your nipples one last slow roll, making your entire body shudder.

“good job, baby” he encouraged, slipping two fingers inside you without breaking rhythm, not giving you enough room to breathe.

“give me one last one. let me end the night right.”

his mouth and fingers worked together perfectly — his tongue focused on your clit while his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot instantly.

your breath came fast, you can’t even speak anymore, there was nothing on your brain but this feeling, your thighs trembling as the pleasure built hard and fast. and before you could warn him. you broke with a sharp cry, your sixth orgasm crashing over you so quickly, almost violently.

only when you finally collapsed back into the pillows, shaking and panting, eyes shut, did he give one last slow lick before kissing the inside of your thigh and sitting up.

“there we go,” he said, his tone shifting back to sweet, letting you finally catch your breath, your eyes still sealed, breathing slowly slowing down, mind still reeling with no care in the world but the high you’re feeling now.

he let you feel it all, not breaking the spell as he quietly moved around the room, grabbing the towel he had prepared. he wiped you down with gentle care, murmuring soft praise as he worked, making you finally open your eyes.

“you feeling okay?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips.

you nod, “yeah, that—that was amazing.”

jaemin helped you sit up slowly, his hand steady at your back like he was making sure your legs wouldn’t give out. you slipped off the bed, still feeling pleasantly dazed, and he crouched briefly to grab your clothes from the floor

once you were dressed again, jaemin helped smooth the hem of your top into place before stepping back, “perfect,” he muttered, then guided you toward the door. his palm resting at the small of your back, the heat of his touch still grounding you after everything that had just happened.

“you did amazing tonight,” he said warmly, his voice slipping back toward the gentle professionalism you remembered from the consultation, “hope i didn’t set your standards too high,” he teased playfully.

you glanced over your shoulder at him, smirking, “oh, you did. ruined me for anyone else.”

that earned you one of his bright, sweet-boy smiles — the kind that felt almost disarming after the filth that had fallen from his lips earlier, “guess i’ll be seeing you around here a lot then.”

you laughed, shaking your head, “we’ll see.”

he guided you a few more steps down the softly lit hallway, his arm brushing yours now and then, until you reached the door that led to the reception area. he stopped there, leaning a shoulder casually against the wall.

“this is where i leave you,” he said lightly, “once you go through, you’re back in taeyong’s capable hands.”

“guess this is goodbye, then,” you said, the corners of your mouth twitching.

“for now.” his tone stayed light, playful.

he held out his hand, palm open between you — a polite, professional handshake to close the session. you slipped your hand into his, the shake firm but warm, his thumb brushing over your knuckles just once before letting go.

“take care, ms. y/n, it was a pleasure to be your first,” he said, that gentle professionalism back in place.

“god,” you giggled, placing your hand in his, “the pleasure was all mine…literally.”

you share one last laugh before finally pushing open the door and stepping into the glow of reception.

✚ END OF SESSION ✚

the quiet behind you shifted to the low hum of taeyong’s voice as he looked up from his desk, already wearing that knowing smile.

“all set?” he asked.

you nodded, still feeling a little warm under the collar, “yeah.”

“perfect. that would be charged to the card on the file,” he said, clicking a few things on his computer before standing and reaching for a black gift bag from under the counter.

he handed it to you with both hands, “this is for you…a little something from our donors…complimentary with your first session.”

you glanced inside just enough to catch a glimpse of a folded hoodie and what looked like a chilled bottled drink and the words

thank you for trusting neo orgasm clinic with your satisfaction

you let out a soft, “thank you.”

“we hope to see you again,” taeyong replied smoothly, “have a good night,” he added with a polite bow of his head.

you smiled at him before giving a little wave and turning towards the exit.

as the glass door closed behind you, you caught your reflection in it — hair slightly mussed, cheeks still flushed, lips curved in the kind of smile you didn’t even have to think about.

the clinic’s soft lighting followed you out into the parking lot, and you realized you were walking slower than usual — partly because of the soreness, but also because you didn’t want the bubble of warmth and calm to break.

for years, losing your virginity had been this looming, nerve-wracking thing, and now… it was done. not with fumbling hands and awkward silence, but with someone who’d made you laugh, made you feel safe, and made you come harder than you thought possible. and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

when you slid into the driver’s seat, you clicked on the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the black bag sitting in your lap. curiosity got the better of you before you even started the engine. you peeled back the tissue paper and peeked inside.

first thing you pulled out was a folded hoodie — soft, heavy cotton in crisp white, the bold black lettering across the chest making you choke on a laugh.

ORGASM DONOR

you shook your head, still grinning as you dug further. your fingers closed around a bottle, and when you lifted it into the light, condensation beaded down the side. it was a sleek glass bottle of iced coffee — the good kind, cold and clearly just pulled from a fridge.

a laugh slipped out before you could stop it, “they really know their branding.”

you set the hoodie aside, popped the lid off the coffee, and took a long sip — the sweet, chilled bitterness grounding you enough to remember the last thing you wanted to do before heading home.

grabbing your phone, you tapped open the orgasm donor portal. jaemin’s profile popped up immediately, the “donor of the month” badge gleaming next to his name, that same easy smile in his photo that had greeted you at the start.

your chest gave a small, warm squeeze. you’d gone into tonight scared you’d regret this, but instead you were sitting here feeling… lucky. like you’d been given the perfect start.

you hit the five-star rating without hesitation and began typing in the comment box:

lost my virginity to jaemin tonight and it was the best experience ever. everyone’s right, he’s sweet and gentle, but knows exactly when to take control. made me feel safe, made me laugh, made me learn more things about myself AND gave me more orgasms than i thought were possible all in one night. 13/10 would book again.

you hit submit, watching the little confirmation banner flash at the top of the screen.

setting your phone down, you glanced toward the softly lit clinic doors in your rearview mirror. the hoodie sat beside you, the coffee still cool in your hand, and for the first time in years, the thought of your virginity — of sex — didn’t feel heavy or complicated. it just felt… good.

and somewhere behind those pristine white doors, donor jaemin was already reviewing his next file. another client. another list of goals. another carefully measured beginning.

✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚

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18+ only | watch at your own risk | contains mature content

BONUS: #1. #2. #3. #4. #5.

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an: round of applause for our second donor, jaemin, please! again, sorry this is so late :( it’s been a busy first week of august. i haven’t gotten a chance to read this whole thing in one sitting so i’m sorry if there are errors and typos here and there. and a little reminder — this whole entire concept is supposed to be silly! i hope you had fun reading it! please don’t take it too seriously.

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TAGLIST: CLOSED.

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[kpopscruggles]

I need to suck the SOUL outta Kamden..sigh..thanks for listening

[byunejoo]

euijoo breeding …. breeding kink with euijoo ….. euijoo wanting to get you pregnant ……. euijoo saying you’d be such a good mommy ……. euijoo cumming so hard when you tell him he’d be the best daddy ever …….

[guliexe]

━━━DADDY NEXT DOOR 18+

Single Dad!Byun Euijoo x Female!Reader

.ᐟwarnings/tags: dilf!euijoo, neighbours to lovers, soft dom!euijoo, slow burn, fluff, daddy kink (sorry not sorry it fits the story), dry humping, oral (f & m rec), fingering, praising, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, bulge kink, manhandling, size kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, slight breeding kink

story is inspired by @starryjake ‘s “neighbors” !!

𓏸⠀ 𓈒 you fall for the single dad next door, and one night turns into forever.

.ᐟwc: 7.6k

The box in your arms was heavier than you’d expected. Not impossible to carry, but enough to make your forearms burn, your wrist ache, and your patience run thin as you tried to juggle your keys and the weight at the same time. “Need some help?” The voice came from just down the hallway—low, smooth, a little breathless. You turned. He was standing outside the apartment across from yours, the door cracked behind him, one hand adjusting the strap of a baby carrier across his chest. Inside it, a tiny baby boy blinked up at you with round, curious eyes. His head lolled a bit as he fought sleep. The man smiled softly, stepping out a little more into the hallway. “Hang on—lemme put him down.” You watched as he disappeared inside for just a moment, re-emerging a few seconds later without the baby. He rolled one shoulder like he was shaking off the weight, then came over to you.

He didn’t ask again—he just reached for the box. “I got it,” he said easily, voice deeper now that he was closer. His fingers brushed yours as he took the box from your hands. And his arms—oh God, his arms. The short sleeves of his gray shirt clung to the curve of his biceps, flexing as he shifted the box against his chest like it weighed nothing. “You moving in here?” he asked, already stepping toward your door. “Yeah. Just got the keys today.” You scrambled to unlock it, fingers clumsy, hyper-aware of how close he was, how good he smelled. Like laundry detergent and baby lotion mixed with expensive perfume. Once inside, he placed the box gently on your floor, then straightened up and held out a hand. “I’m Euijoo.” You gave him your name, trying not to stare too hard. “Is that your son?” you asked. “Yeah. He’s almost one,” he said, and that same soft smile returned, the kind that made your chest pinch. “Big attitude. No teeth.” You laughed, and he glanced over his shoulder toward his apartment like he could hear the baby from here. “Let me know if you need help with the rest,” he added, backing toward the hallway. “I’m usually around. Or, well—we’re usually around.” You nodded, hugging your arms around yourself as you leaned in the doorway. “Thanks for this. Seriously,” you said. “No problem.” His eyes dipped down your frame once, brief but noticeable. “Welcome to the building.” And then he turned and walked back toward his. You didn’t move for a long minute. Not until your phone buzzed in your pocket and snapped you out of it.

The pan was already sizzling, the veggies halfway done, and you were standing there with a confused look on your face and sauce all over your fingers. You’d pulled open every cupboard twice, maybe three times now. No bowl. Not one. No mixing bowl, no cereal bowl, not even a big mug you could fake it with. You were so sure you packed one. You wiped your hands on a towel, sighed, and glanced toward the hallway. Would it be weird? Asking your new neighbor? You barely knew him. He’d only carried a box in for you. But he seemed nice. And you really wanted to eat noodles tonight. You cracked the door open, peeked across the hall. His lights were on. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you stepped over and knocked. A second later, the door opened, and there he was. Gray sweatpants, black tank top, baby monitor in one hand. His other hand rested on the doorframe above his head, stretching the fabric across his chest, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach. His hair was messy but still looked so good.

“Oh,” he said, blinking down at you. Then, warm smile. “Hey.” Your mouth dried. “Hi. Uh—sorry to bother you. I just…I’m cooking, and I realized I don’t have a bowl.” You held up your hands in defeat. “Like, any bowl.” His mouth curved, amused. “You came to the right place. We have many bowls in this household.” You laughed nervously, shifting your weight. “Is it okay if I borrow one? I swear I’ll wash it and return it in less than 24 hours.” you said. “Relax,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.” He stepped back and gestured for you to come in. “C’mon. I’ll grab one for you.” You hesitated at the threshold, then stepped inside. His apartment was warm and homey, dim lights casting soft shadows across the walls. A baby blanket was draped across the couch, and there were tiny socks on the floor near a toy giraffe. “Cute place,” you murmured. He disappeared into the kitchen, and you followed, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a large glass mixing bowl like it weighed nothing. You tried not to stare at the way his muscles flexed as he held it out to you. Tried not to notice how tall he really was now that you were this close. When you reached out to take the bowl from him, your fingers brushed again. “Thanks, you’ve saved my dinner…” you said softly. “Anytime.”

He glanced over his shoulder toward the hallway, like checking for sound. “My son’s asleep finally. He fought me for like an hour.” You smiled at the mention. “He’s really cute. I saw him yesterday, remember?” He nodded, his smile going soft. “Yeah, he likes people. Doesn’t really get the whole stranger danger thing yet.” You laughed, then hesitated before blurting, “So… do you and your wife take turns watching him?” Euijoo blinked. You immediately regretted asking. “Oh—sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” you said quickly, hugging the bowl against your chest. “You just mentioned ‘we’ yesterday, and I assumed—” he cut you off, “No, no, it’s okay.” He leaned against the counter now, eyes a little softer, voice dropping just a touch. “I’m not married. It’s…a long story. But yeah. I’m raising him alone.” Your breath caught. “Oh.” He gave you a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time.

“It’s been just us for a while now. But we’re doing okay.” You nodded, throat suddenly tight, your mind full of him holding his baby, singing lullabies through the wall. “He’s lucky to have you.” He tilted his head, studying you quietly for a second, “Thanks.” The silence stretched—soft, not awkward. “Anyway,” you said, hugging the bowl tighter. “I should, uh, get back to my sauce.” He nodded. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.” You stepped out into the hallway, and right before the door closed behind you, you heard his voice again, “Don’t burn the noodles.”

It was nearly midnight, but the lights across the hall were still on. The bowl was clean, wrapped in a towel against your chest, and for the past ten minutes, you’d been pacing back and forth in your apartment trying to decide if it was weird to knock this late. But he did say to let him know if you needed anything. And returning a bowl was just polite…right? Before you could think yourself out of it again, you were already crossing the hallway. You knocked lightly. The door opened faster than you expected. Euijoo stood there in a loose black hoodie and sweats, hair damp like he’d just showered. He looked sleepy, but in that effortless, quiet kind of way that still made your chest tighten. “Hey,” he said, voice low, surprised. “Everything okay?” “Oh—yeah.” You held up the bowl with a sheepish smile. “Returning this before I forget. Didn’t wanna risk stealing your best dishware.” He let out a soft laugh and stepped back. “Come in. You’re just in time.” You blinked. “For what?” “Pancakes.” You stared. “At midnight?” He shrugged. “He finally went down early for once, and I was craving something warm. Don’t judge me.” You laugh, “I’m not,” stepping inside. “I just…wasn’t expecting pancakes to be on the menu.” you said. “Well, they are. And now that you’re here, I’m making enough for two.” he smiled. “I didn’t mean to intrude—” you scratch the back of your head. “You didn’t.” His eyes flicked to yours. “Stay. If you want.” You hesitated for maybe half a second. “Okay.”

His kitchen smelled like butter and vanilla, soft and sweet. The baby monitor glowed faintly from the living room, but the apartment was otherwise quiet, filled with warm yellow light and the faint sizzle of batter hitting the pan. You sat at the counter, watching him move around the stove like it was second nature—pouring batter, flipping pancakes one-handed, licking a bit of syrup off his thumb. He caught you staring. “What?” You looked away quickly. “Nothing. You’re just…good at that.” fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.“Midnight pancakes are kind of my thing,” he smirked. You smiled, chin in your hand as you watched him. “Bet you’re a really good dad.” He paused for a second, like the compliment caught him off guard. “I try,” he said quietly, setting a plate in front of you. “It’s not always easy. But he’s the best part of my day.”

You both ate over soft conversation. He asked about your new job, how you were settling in. You told him how the hallway light flickers every night and it drives you insane. He laughed, said it’s been doing that since before his kid was born. At one point, you looked up to find him already watching you. Elbows on the counter, face resting on his hand. Eyes dark and unreadable “What?” you asked, heart skipping. He didn’t look away. “Nothing. You just have syrup on your lip.” You went to wipe it quickly, flustered, but his voice stopped you.

“No—” He reached forward, slow and deliberate, thumb brushing just under your lip. “Got it.” You froze. His fingers lingered for just a second too long. Your breath caught. “Thanks…” He hummed, low in his chest, eyes still on your mouth. “Anytime.” The silence felt different now. Heavier. Warmer. Like something was shifting. But then the baby monitor crackled softly behind you, breaking the moment. Euijoo leaned back, exhaling through his nose. “There goes the peace treaty.” You laughed a little, nerves still fluttering in your chest. “Guess I should let you get to it.” He nodded slowly but didn’t move. “Thanks for the company.” he smiled. “Thanks for the pancakes.” He walked you to your door, shoulders brushing in the tight hallway. “Goodnight,” you said softly. He looked down at you, eyes lingering. “Night.” And as you stepped back into your apartment, heart racing, you couldn’t help but smile. You were falling for him. And you had a feeling he knew.

It had been about a month since the midnight pancakes. Since then, things had shifted. Subtly. Softly. But it was there. You and Euijoo had started spending time together regularly—small things at first. Sitting on the hallway floor talking after the baby fell asleep. Watching dumb videos on his phone while you shared snacks on his couch. Sometimes he’d help you build IKEA furniture or you’d rock his son to sleep when he was too tired to do it himself. It wasn’t romantic. Not officially. But the air between you felt warm and comfortable. And tonight, when he texted you—“come over. you’re gonna get destroyed in mario kart tn.”—you didn’t even hesitate. You were already slipping into something soft and cozy before you texted back. Ten minutes later, you were sitting cross-legged on his couch, controller in hand, the faint sound of the baby monitor buzzing on the table. Euijoo was beside you, legs spread wide, one arm thrown across the back of the couch behind you. He smelled like fresh laundry and whatever cologne lingered on his hoodie. “Don’t go easy on me just ‘cause I’m new,” you said, nudging his knee. He smirked, not looking at you. “I wasn’t planning to.” You tried to focus on the screen—but between the low lights, the sound of his laugh, and how close he was leaning every time you cursed under your breath, it was getting harder to ignore the way your heart kept skipping.

As you both sat side by side on the couch, the glow of the TV flickering across your faces, the game paused for a moment after Euijoo won the last round. He leaned back, stretching, then glanced over at you—quiet, a little hesitant. “You ever wonder why I don’t have a girlfriend? Or…why it’s just me and the kid?” You shrugged, fingers tightening slightly around the controller. “I mean…yeah, sometimes. But I figured it’s complicated.” He nodded slowly. “Yeah. It is.” He ran a hand through his hair, voice soft but steady. “We…my ex, his mom, she left us right after our son was born.” Your breath hitched a little, but you stayed silent, giving him space. “It wasn’t some tragic thing or a nightmare birth or whatever,” he continued. “We had a toxic relationship. Real bad. We didn’t love each other the way people think they’re supposed to.” He looked down, eyes tracing a line on the couch fabric. “She wanted out the second she saw the baby. Said she couldn’t do it. I don’t blame her…but I couldn’t leave. Not him.” You swallowed, “Sounds rough.” heart tightening. “Yeah. It was.” He finally met your eyes. “But it made me who I am now. I’m not perfect. I mess up. But I’m here. And he’s here. That’s what matters.” You reached out, brushing your hand over his. “He’s lucky to have you.” Euijoo’s lips curved into a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. That means a lot.” The TV flickered back to life, and the game resumed—but something between you had shifted.

It was just past two in the morning, and the day’s exhaustion had finally caught up with you both. Some dumb comedy neither of you were really watching was playing in the background. Your eyes fluttered heavy with sleep, your body sinking into the couch cushions. Euijoo was quiet beside you, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across his relaxed face. Without thinking, he shifted a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours. You didn’t pull away. Then his hand found yours, fingers curling around yours gently but firmly, like he was afraid you might slip away. “You’ve made things easier for me,” he murmured quietly, voice low and warm in the dark. You looked over, heart fluttering at how close he was now. His eyes were soft, tired, but focused on you like you were the only thing in the room. “I don’t say that to many people,” he added, thumb stroking the back of your hand. You swallowed, breath catching, and before you could think twice, he slowly leaned in.

His lips brushed yours, soft and tentative at first, testing the waters. You responded, tilting your head, lips parting, the sleepy tension between you melting away in that quiet, perfect moment. The kiss deepened gently, warm and steady, like coming home after a long, hard day. Neither of you wanted to pull away. His mouth moved against yours, deeper, slower, his hand slipping into your hair and holding you close like he needed the contact—like he’d wanted it for a long time. You whimpered softly into the kiss, fingers curling on his hoodie, heart pounding. And then, he pulled back. Just slightly. Just enough to breathe. His forehead rested against yours, his voice low and a little unsteady. “…We should take it slow.” You nodded before you even thought about it, still catching your breath. “Okay,” you whispered. His hand stayed in your hair, thumb brushing behind your ear. He smiled, just barely. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to keep going,” he murmured, eyes flicking to your lips. You smiled too, heart aching in the best way. “I know.” And for a long, quiet moment, neither of you moved—just sat there, tangled up in each other, finally letting it all mean something.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes. “I should probably get going…I’m getting pretty sleepy.” Euijoo nodded, standing up with you. “Yeah, it’s late.” He walked you to the door, his presence calm and steady beside you. Before you could say goodbye, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Heat rushed to your face, and you barely managed to whisper, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice low and warm. You stepped inside your apartment, heart still fluttering, cheeks burning bright. As the door closed behind you, you leaned against it, a small smile tugging at your lips. This was just the beginning.

It was just past 10 in the morning when there was a brisk knock on the door. You opened it to find Euijoo standing there, a little out of breath, eyes wide with a mix of urgency and relief. “Hey,” he said quickly. “I have to take my friend to the airport—last minute. Would you mind staying with my son for a few hours? I didn’t want to leave him alone.” You smiled, “Of course, no problem at all!” He nodded gratefully, handing you a small toy. “Thanks. I owe you.” Once he left, you settled in the living room with the baby, who was already giggling and reaching for blocks. Time slipped by in laughter and soft coos, and you found yourself completely at ease with the little one.

When Euijoo came back a few hours later, he paused in the doorway, heart catching at the sight before him. He stood there, watching you play with his son, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You look good with him,” he said quietly. Your cheeks flamed red instantly, and you looked down, fumbling with a block. He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you. “Thanks for this,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. You smiled softly, looking up at him. “Of course.” Without another word, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. Soft, lingering, just long enough to send a shock through your body. You pulled back slightly, heart racing. This became…a thing between us now? Though you couldn’t be any happier. Euijoo’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “You should come over tonight,” he said. “I’ll cook pasta. My son’ll be at his grandparents’. It’ll be just us.” You nodded, still catching your breath, unable to stop the shy smile curling your lips. “Yeah…I’d like that.”

The whole afternoon, you found yourself nervously glancing in the mirror, trying to look just a little better than usual. Not that Euijoo would care—you hoped—but the thought of being alone with him, with no distractions, made your heart race. You chose a soft sweater that hugged your body just right and shorts that made you feel comfortable but not sloppy. When you arrived at his apartment, your hands fidgeted with the strap of your bag, and you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach as the door swung open. Euijoo greeted you with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. “Hey. You look nice.” Your cheeks flushed. “You too.” He led you to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves. The scent of garlic and tomatoes soon filled the air as he started cooking.

You perched on the counter beside him, watching the way his strong hands moved effortlessly, chopping and stirring with practiced ease. It wasn’t just the cooking—it was the quiet confidence in him that made your heart skip. You caught yourself stealing glances, your eyes lingering on the curve of his jaw, the slight crease of concentration between his brows. He caught your gaze once and smiled—a small, knowing smile that made your cheeks heat again. When the pasta was ready, he plated it carefully and pulled out a chair for you. You sat across from each other, the simple meal suddenly feeling like the most intimate thing in the world. Between bites, you talked softly—about your day, your favorite movies, the little things you’d noticed about eachother. The world outside faded away. For the first time in a long while, you felt at home.

The night had started innocently enough. You and Euijoo settled onto his plush, dark gray couch with two glasses of whiskey he poured. The low hum the TV filled the background, but mostly you focused on each other, the cozy silence occasionally broken by soft laughter and easy conversation. You took a sip, the warm burn of the whiskey spreading through your chest and settling like a cozy fire. It hit you faster than you expected, and soon your cheeks were flushed, your movements a little looser, your laughter brighter and more careless. Euijoo’s eyes flicked to you often, watching the way your hair tumbled over your shoulders, the way your lips curved into a smile when you caught his gaze. There was something about how you looked at him—soft, vulnerable, yet so full of unspoken desire—that made his pulse quicken. “Feeling alright?” he asked, voice low, a teasing edge to it. You giggled, swaying just a bit. “I think the whiskey is winning.” He smirked, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

The distance between you shrank until his lips were just brushing yours, light and tentative. You could feel his breath, warm and steady against your cheek. Then you closed the gap. Your lips pressed to his with fierce hunger, the kiss deepening quickly as you tangled your fingers in the nape of his neck. Your tongue slid against his, seeking, claiming. Your body moved instinctively closer, and before you knew it, Euijoo was lifting you effortlessly into his lap. His hands roamed your back and sides, pulling you flush against him as you both lost yourself in the kiss. You could feel the hard outline of him pressing through his sweats, and a low groan rumbled from his chest against your mouth. Your hands found their way lower, gripping the waistband of his sweats as your hips began to grind slowly against his. The friction was delicious, raw, and electric. Every movement, every touch sent a wave of heat pooling deep inside you. Euijoo’s hands slid down your sides to settle firmly on your ass, squeezing with a rough possessiveness that made your breath hitch. You responded by arching your back slightly, pressing yourself harder against him, grinding with more intention.

“We shouldn’t…” he murmured, voice thick and ragged, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “You’re drunk.” But the way you felt against his clothed hardness was too much to resist. You grip his shirt tightly and whispered, your voice thick with need, “I need you, Daddy.” His breath hitched sharply, and under his breath, “Holy fuck.” His grip on your hips tightened immediately, fingers digging in as he flipped you gently but firmly onto the couch, so you were lying back against the cushions. His large hands didn’t leave your body as he hovered over you, his lips ghosting down your jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Euijoo’s hands slid under your shirt, warm and firm as they cupped your bare skin. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around your nipples, eliciting soft gasps from you. His mouth found the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking gently, leaving a trail of fire that made your knees weaken. His hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your cotton shorts, fingertips pressing lightly over the fabric of your underwear. He rubbed slow, teasing circles over your heat, the wetness already soaking through. A low, amused groan left his mouth as he looked down at you, eyes dark and filled with desire. “My pretty girl’s so wet f’me, already” he murmured, voice thick with want. You shivered under his touch.

Euijoo’s words made a warm flush spread across your cheeks. Hearing him call you his girl made your heart race and your pussy clench around nothing. Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down for a hungry kiss—deep, desperate, full of need. As your lips met, you ground your hips against his hand, the friction sending sparks through your body.

He pulled back just enough, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Needy little thing, huh?” You nodded eagerly, breathless and trembling. Euijoo chuckled softly, the sound low and approving. Slowly, his hands slid down your hips, slipping under the waistband of your shorts once again. He peeled them off gently, then tugged your panties down with equal tenderness, leaving you completely exposed to him. He groaned low in his throat as his gaze settled between your legs, his hand trailing slowly down your inner thigh until his fingers met your bare heat. “Fuck…” he whispered, more to himself than to you, as he dragged two fingers through your slick, collecting the wetness, spreading it slowly over your folds.

You whimpered at the first touch to your clit, just a soft press, but his size made everything feel more intense. His fingers were long, warm, confident as they moved in lazy circles, teasing you, testing what made you tremble. “All this just for my fingers?” he murmured, smiling. You let out a broken moan, hips bucking gently toward his hand, and he leaned down, placing a kiss just above your mound. “Relax for me, baby,” he said, voice low and soft. “I’ll take care of you.” And then his mouth was on you. You gasped, head falling back into the couch cushions, as his tongue parted you, licking slow and deep. He groaned against your pussy, the sound vibrating through you as he wrapped his arms under your thighs, holding you open and still. “God, you taste so fucking good…” he breathed between strokes, then latched his mouth around your clit, sucking gently while his tongue flicked in rhythm. Your hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling without thinking. He groaned in response, grinding his hips down against the couch, clearly just as worked up from your reactions as you were. Then he pulled back just enough to bring his fingers to your entrance.

“Wanna make you feel good.” he said, tone deeper than before. “You can take it, can’t you, baby?” You nodded, lips parted in breathless anticipation. The first finger slid in with delicious ease—long and thick, curling inside you as he watched your face intently. You whimpered when he added a second. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he sighed, slowly moving them in and out, his tongue returning to your clit. “But you’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.” You moaned louder, hips rolling to meet each thrust of his fingers, the stretch perfectly overwhelming. He kept his eyes on you as he devoured you, fingers curled just right, dragging along that spot deep inside you again and again. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head, but Euijoo didn’t ease up for a second. His free hand squeezed your thigh tightly, holding you open for him, the pressure so firm you knew it would leave bruises in the morning. Your back arched off the couch and your moans turned high and breathless as the pleasure started to crest, hot and unbearable. “Please—daddy,” you whimpered, voice broken, desperate. “M’so close, please—” The second you said it, Euijoo groaned low in his throat. It vibrated through his mouth and straight into your cunt. “Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back just enough to breathe, his fingers still pumping inside you. “You’re my good girl, yeah?” he said, voice rough and breathless. “Gonna come all over daddy’s mouth?”

That pushed you over the edge. Your whole body tensed as the orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your hips grinding desperately into his face as he worked you through it. He didn’t stop. Not even as your walls clenched around his fingers, not even as your thighs shook and your nails scratched into the fabric of the couch. He kept licking you through every wave, every twitch, until you were gasping and pulling on his hair, too sensitive to take anymore. Only then did he finally slow, easing his fingers out and placing one last soft kiss against your soaked center. You pulled him up into a hungry kiss, still breathless from your orgasm, but already aching for more. Your lips crashed against his, needy and clumsy, fingers threading into his hair, tugging him closer, and then climbed into his lap, straddling him. He groaned into your mouth, hands sliding up your sides, then under your shirt—lifting it inch by inch until you raised your arms and let him take it off completely. The cool air hit your bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes.“Fuck,” he muttered as he stared down at you, voice wrecked. “You’re so beautiful.”

And then he was kissing down your neck, across your collarbones, before his mouth found your breasts, sucking and licking at your nipples, switching between soft, slow drags of his tongue and sharp little sucks that made you moan softly. Your fingers gripped his broad shoulders, feeling the thick muscle flex beneath your touch, and he helped you take his shirt off. His body was unreal—tall, solid, carved like a sculpture. You wanted to touch all of him. You needed to. Your hand slid down, over his firm chest, his abs, until you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock was straining against the fabric, hard and heavy, twitching when your fingers brushed over it. You looked up at him, pupils blown wide and sparkly, voice barely a breath. “Let me,” you whispered, almost pleading. His jaw clenched, and he nodded once, slowly, eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing in the world. You dipped your hand into his waistband, and when you pulled him out, your breath caught.

He was big—long and thick and beautiful, making your mouth water instantly. You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, feeling the weight of it pulse in your grip. “You’re so big Juju~” you whispered, watching the way his brows knit together in pleasure. He chuckled, dick twitching in your hand from the nickname. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.” You whimpered at the praise, hand tightening around him, stroking him a little faster now, loving how hard he throbbed in your palm. And then his hands were back on you—on your waist, your thighs, gripping like he couldn’t stand not having you closer. “C’mere,” he growled, pulling you into a kiss. When you pulled away, you slipped off his lap slowly, your bare knees pressing into the carpet in front of him. Euijoo watched you, chest rising with heavy breaths, his hands flexing on his thighs. His cock stood hard in your hand, flushed and thick, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. He groaned low at the sight of you like that—kneeling for him, all soft and shy with those pretty lips parted.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You look so good down there, baby.” You smiled and leaned in slowly, placing the lightest kiss at the tip, your tongue flicking out to taste him. He hissed through his teeth, head tipping back slightly. Encouraged, you licked around him, slow and teasing, hands stroking the base as you explored him with warm, eager touches. “Just like that,” he praised, voice husky. “So sweet f’me, aren’t you?” Your fingers moved gently, trying to take more of him, lips wrapping delicately around the head as you let your tongue swirl against him. He cursed again, hand moving to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Look at you…such a good girl. Taking care of me like this. Like you always do.” The praise made your thighs clench. His voice, that gentle but dominant tone—it sent chills down your spine. You pulled back for a moment, catching your breath, and looked up at him with flushed cheeks and glistening lips. “Want more,” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. Your hand still stroked him slowly, your lips swollen, eyes wide and pleading as you looked up at him.

“Want you to fuck me, please~” He twitched hard in your grip, groaning low, before grabbing your wrists gently but firmly and pulling you to your feet. Before you could even react, his arms were around your legs, lifting you like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched as he manhandled you, both hands gripping the back of your thighs as you hanged on his back. “You got me wrapped around your finger, sweet girl.”

he muttered, already walking you to his bedroom. He kicked open the door with ease and strode inside, tossing you onto the bed like you were his to claim. The mattress bounced under your body as you landed with a soft gasp, legs spreading instinctively as you looked up at him—panting, flushed, and so ready. He stood at the edge of the bed for a second, towering over you, chest heaving, jaw clenched like he was holding himself back. “You want this?” he asked, voice low. “Need to hear you say it again.” You nodded desperately, breathless. “Yes—Juju, please. I want you, always.” His eyes darkened as he crawled over you, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wide. “Good girl.” he murmured, eyes flicking down between your legs, already imagining how good you’d feel around him.

His hand moved to your throat, not tight—just enough to feel his presence, to let you know who was in control. He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his other hand moving. You felt the shift in his body as he pushed his sweats and boxers down, the tension in the air thickening as he settled between your thighs. You were so slick and ready for him it made your cheeks burn. And then, he slid his length up and down your folds, teasing, dragging through your wetness so slowly it made your hips twitch. You moaned against his lips, your fingers finding their way into his hair, tugging softly like you couldn’t take it anymore. The sound you made—sweet, broken, desperate—made him groan low in his throat. “God, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear as he nudged his hips just right. “You’re gonna drive me insane.” Your body arched toward him instinctively, the teasing friction making your thighs shake. The tension was unbearable in the best way. He kissed down your jaw, still holding your throat with just enough pressure to make you shiver. “You ready for me?” he whispered, so gentle. “Tell me.” You nodded, eyes hazy “Mhm!” His eyes searched your face, a soft, approving smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Good,” he murmured, his hand brushing your cheek. “Let Daddy take care of his girl, hm?” His words made your heart skip and your thighs clench around him as he lined himself up with you. The first slow push had you gasping. He was stretching you inch by inch, your nails pressing into his back as he moved carefully. “F-Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “So tight—So warm, baby…” Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as your body adjusted to the feeling of him—so big, filling you so deeply you couldn’t think. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a second, letting you breathe, his hand still holding your waist, his touch grounding. Then slowly, he began to move. Your cries were soft at first, breathy and needy, hands gripping onto his back like it was the only thing grounding you. But then he started to go deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, more purposeful, and your sounds shifted—whimpers, then moans, broken and high-pitched. He groaned low in your ear, his pace steady but rough, his large hands locked tight around your waist like you were something fragile he couldn’t help but break. “You feel that, baby?” he rasped, eyes dropping down between your bodies.

You blinked through the pleasure, dazed and flushed, until you followed his gaze, and your breath hitched. There. A faint bump rising under the skin of your stomach every time he drove into you. “Look at that,” he muttered, voice full of awe. “You feel me here, huh, baby?” Your lips parted, no words coming, just a shaky moan as he flattened his palm over the bulge. You trembled under him as he pressed down, and your body clenched tight around him. “Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re so small, baby. Can feel every inch of me, huh?” You nodded frantically, tears almost pricking your eyes from how full you were, from how deep he was. “Can’t believe I’m this deep in you,” he growled, thrusting up again, and again, letting his hand stay firm on your stomach while your fingers gripped the sheets. “Taking it so well f’me. My perfect girl.” The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the wetness between you obscene and constant, your voice breaking into gasps as he kept pounding into you.

You moaned louder and louder by the minute, nearly sobbing as he brought his hand down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with ease. He started circling, slow and firm, and it was like your entire body short-circuited. “C’mon, let go f’me,” he murmured, lips grazing your temple. “My pretty girl.” It only took a few more strokes of his fingers, perfectly timed with the deep thrusts of his hips, and your body tensed underneath him. A high-pitched moan broke from your throat as you came hard, everything pulsing—your walls fluttering around him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. He groaned at the feel of it, hips stuttering slightly, hands tightening around your waist to steady you through it. You barely had a moment to breathe before he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. Still trembling from your orgasm, you blinked up at him over your shoulder, dazed. He was already stroking himself at the sight of you like this. Face down, ass up, skin flushed and glistening. He leaned over and kissed the base of your spine, both hands caressing your ass as he lined himself back up. “You can give me one more for Daddy, yeah?”

You were already nodding, dazed and needy. His large palms smoothed over the curve of your ass before he gave a sharp, affectionate squeeze. You whimpered into the pillow when he slipped back inside, deeper now somehow, your body so sensitive. He bent forward over your back, mouth brushing your shoulder. “You’re so good to me,” he praised, hips rolling into you harder. “I don’t deserve you.” Your fingers clawed at the pillows as your body rocked with his rhythm, a fresh wave of pleasure building fast—hotter, messier. He slid a hand around your waist, fingertips finding your clit again, rubbing soft circles that made your legs tremble. “Mm!!—Euijoo!” you whimpered, body arching as his hand kept moving so deliciously. “Close, baby?” he murmured in your ear, his voice hoarse, strained. “Fuck, me too…” You nodded frantically, barely able to form words. “S’too much—M’so close!”

“I’m gonna make you a mommy,” he whispered, voice gravelly in your ear. “Fill you up just right—watch you carry my baby, yeah?” Your whole body jolted at his words, the sound of them shooting straight to your core. You nodded uncontrollably, thighs clenching, the pleasure unbearable now, building fast and out of control. “Daddy—m’gonna—ahh!” you cried, voice breaking into a high-pitched moan as the wave finally hit you. Your body shook violently, hips jerking, and then it happened—your climax crashing over you so hard, you couldn’t stop the gush that followed, soaking everything beneath you. “Holy fuck, baby,” he hissed, watching it happen under him. The sight alone was enough. His thrusts faltered and his grip on your waist tightened almost bruisingly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—shit—” With a final, deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside you, cock pulsing as he spilled every last drop into your still-twitching cunt.

He suddenly flipped you over, and shoved his mouth onto yours, kissing you hungrily, his hand cupping your jaw. You both lay there for a long moment, chests rising and falling in sync, the quiet only broken by your mingled breaths. His forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded and soft as he murmured, “I’ll buy you the pill in the morning, okay?” You smiled sleepily, brushing your fingers gently over his cheek. “Mhm.” you whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. A few minutes passed, and then Euijoo shifted, letting out a long exhale before resting his head against your bare chest, his arms lazily wrapping around your waist like he never wanted to let go. You threaded your fingers through his hair without thinking, letting your nails lightly scrape over his scalp in slow, soothing motions. He let out a quiet hum, almost like a purr, before speaking—voice lower than before, like a secret he hadn’t meant to say aloud. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone else.”

Your hand paused for a second in his hair. His words settled over you, warm and heavy, sinking into your skin in the quietest, most beautiful way. He didn’t even look up, he just kept holding you, like the confession had slipped out on its own, too honest to keep hidden any longer. You swallowed thickly, heart pounding as a wave of shyness washed over you. But even as your cheeks burned, you couldn’t stop the small, tender smile that tugged at your lips. “…Same,” you whispered, barely audible. That was all you could manage. Just that tiny word. But somehow it was everything. He turned his head just slightly, lips brushing against the soft skin above your heart, and held you even closer. Nothing about it felt rushed. He wasn’t expecting anything. Just this moment. Just you. “I mean it,” he murmured, after a beat. “You don’t have to say it back unless you do. But I wanted you to know.” You nodded against him, your fingers threading through his hair again, slower this time, gentler. “I do,” you whispered. “I mean it.”

There was a pause. You felt him shift slightly against you, and then he lifted his head, just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze searched yours—slow, soft, like he was double-checking that you were really here with him. That this was real. “…Then be my girlfriend” he murmured. “Please. I want you to be mine. Officially.” Your heart did a full somersault. For a second, all you could do was blink at him, your chest tightening with something warm and dizzying. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, the biggest smile tugging at your lips. “I want that too.” The smile that broke across his face made your whole body melt. It was so genuine, so wide and full of affection, his dimples showing, his eyes crinkling, like you’d just handed him the whole damn world. He leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep and grateful, and you stayed like that, tangled up in the quiet of your own little world, his heartbeat pressed against yours.

The morning light spilled softly into the apartment as you woke up, wrapped in Euijoo’s t-shirt that hung loosely over your frame. The fabric was warm and comforting, and you realized you were only wearing his shirt and your panties beneath it. You smiled softly, a blush warming your cheeks as you remembered last night. Rising quietly, you noticed the apartment wasn’t as still as you’d thought. Sounds drifted from the kitchen—soft clinks and the hum of a stove. Curious, you padded barefoot down the hall and peeked into the living room. There, your heart swelled to see Euijoo’s little boy giggling and rolling a toy car across the floor. “Oh! You brought him home? I didn’t realize you left,” you said, your voice still thick with sleep. Euijoo glanced back from the stove with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I tried not to wake you up. Come on, I’m cooking breakfast.” As you walked toward the kitchen, you scooped up the baby, cooing softly and playing peekaboo. “Who’s my little champ? Yeah, you’re so cute!” You giggled as his bright eyes sparkled. The sight hit Euijoo like a punch to the chest—there you were, in his clothes, cradling his son so effortlessly, looking utterly domestic and completely his.

His breath caught. His eyes darkened with a mixture of awe and desire, and he felt a familiar heat rising. His body reacted instantly, a growing hardness pressed against his pants. He leaned against the doorway, watching you with a slow, hungry smile. “You look so good like this,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion and something more primal. You felt his presence behind you, the warmth of him radiating through the shirt that brushed your skin. Suddenly, you feel his hands squeeze your ass. You turned your head, cheeks flushing. “Euijoo! Not in front of the baby!” you whispered, half-scolding, half-playful. He chuckled low, moving his hands to your hips. “I can’t help it,” he said softly, eyes never leaving you. “You’re mine.” You glanced down at his son, who looked up with bright eyes, then back at Euijoo with a shy smile. The small family moment made everything feel so real—intimate, tender, and full of promise. Euijoo stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Let’s finish breakfast together,” he whispered. “Then I want to show you just how much you mean to me.” The warmth of his embrace, the love in his gaze, and the gentle chaos of his son laughing in your arms made the morning feel like the beginning of something beautiful, something you both were ready to build together.

a/n: this is kinda rushed bcs i hadn’t posted anything in a while :p

© guliexe

[kpopscruggles]

Genre - Smut, nothing but filth

Work count - 2k & some change (of porn)

Warnings - roomate yunho and chubby reader cause that's hot, pwp (kinda), mature language, sexual content (obv), speaks about stealing panties, hints of a wet dream, yunho is obsessed with your body fr, foot kisses, unprotected sex, oral (f reciving)), dry humping grinding, It's just filth, reader is confident in this but talks about an insecure moement.

summary - after a wet dream and yunho waking up with a problem, he simple cant go back to sleep. Seeing you wake up not too long later and talk about a date that went south he realizing he's done. He needs you.

I’ve had him in my head since I went to my ateez concert so I need to shed this, also tell me what you thought.

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He panted; his body close to being drenched in sweat; The only stop was the cotton of his clothes soaking it up. This was the second night this week Yunho had that dream... 

The same dream that had been haunting him on and off this month, one week it was all his body and brain could think about, the next week his brain watched you during the day only to think of the perverted scenarios and dream about it the week after that. It was a never-ending cycle that the male could not get rid of. Looking at his phone, he hissed as the screen blinded him “3:05?” he groaned, he was now lying wide awake, still not being able to catch his breath. Eventually he had come to reality, sitting up he let a weak sigh leave his throat before pulling away the comforter and seeing the wet patch of cum in his sweats. He should have known this was going to happen as he began to think about the dream again. 

“F-fuck...so big~” He could not help but feel his heart burst like a fragile little virgin, but his body knew what it was doing. His tip a bright hot pink, watching his slit come in perfect alignment with your swollen clit before he began rubbing his cock against it. Your body shuttering at how sensitive you were “Baby please~ just let me have your cock..I need it so bad...” who was he to deny you? Denying you was never an option for him.  

He chuckled a little just thinking about it, ‘almost like a puzzle piece’ he thought before groaning and soon combing the hair from his face, coming back to the cold and harsh reality. Finally getting up from his bed he made his way to the shower, the cold one didn’t even suffice for him, but he made it work. Soon he even drank a glass of water as he sat on the couch only for it to take over his thoughts again. It wasn’t till the chime of the dryer from the closet had caught his attention. Quickly getting up he walked to open it, seeing your basket he put the items inside and placed it next to the closet door. 

He smiled to himself...he was nothing but proud. At least this time he hadn’t take your panties, yet he reminded himself he hadn’t returned the other ones. Minutes went by, Hours. It wasn't till he looked back into the hallway to see you rubbing your eye as you shut your bedroom door. It was 5 am, why didn't you get your rest? 

“What are you doing up?’ your question, that simple question but with your morning voice ached him. “Oh...nothing...just woke up early I guess.” Hearing you chuckle and making yourself your own glass of water before joining him on the couch. Yunho took a deep breath only to hide it with a yawn right after, “you still seem tired....” Hearing your words then watching you gulp the water; he could only reply by shrugging his shoulders.  

The short responding but steady conversation went on and on, yet Yunho could only admire you. Your face was so precious. He only heard small mumbles leaving your lips. “Yunho?” you chuckled causing him to snap back. God he really had to stop spacing out....” I’m listening” was all he could respond back with, which he wasn’t. He was just watching. He watched your lips move, how you nibbled on them sometimes, but only after you licked them. 

Staring at your lips didn't last long though, once you started turning on the tv to see what late night shows had one more episode before ending, that was his time... 

He being the secret pervert he was for you made sure his eyes scaled down. Straight to your breasts, scanning the area he felt his cock twitch seeing your nipples ever so slightly from your tank top, your bits of chub on your upper arm coming together with your chest and you hugged yourself slightly while finding your show to watch. Fuck your tits, his worst enemy, your chest and him had a love hate relationship. How could he love something so much without touching it, or how could he hate it so much, but it gave him an ache in his cock.  

Your full and pretty tummy, that was the part of your body he wanted the most. Your stomach made him spin in circles. Thoughts of watching the soft fat jiggle ever so slightly as he’d bury his cock in your cunt. The thought of gripping it, rubbing it, spilling his cum on it. Yunho felt sick to his stomach but only because he continued to think about how he wanted you.  

He could keep going, your legs, your thigh thighs, your cunt. Oh god your cunt...knowing behind those cute little sleep shorts was your cute chubby pussy. Knowing it was currently sitting nice and cute in your panties, in his mind it was just gushing and waiting for his cock. The thoughts of your pussy only inches from his face, placing kisses on your plush hood before stuffing his head in you. He knew you would taste so sweet.  

“Oh, I didn’t tell you, that date went awful.” you added and that made his heart hurt a little. “I think he didn’t realize how big I was, which his loss, I’ll just have to find a man who can handle me....” Yunho could handle you; he knew he could. Letting out a sigh he relaxed on the couch before watching you stretch your legs where they rested on his lap. He debated.... Should he admit this? 

“What do you think, when you think of a guy who can handle you?” he questioned before clearing his throat to try and conceal the nervous gulp he just did. His hands rested on your ankle while playing with the small star charm on your anklet before feeling the butterflies in his stomach hearing your small chuckle. Seeing you nibble on your bottom lip as you watched him fumble with the charm. Seeing you think he smiled a little, he knew you had a certain idea in your mind. He could tell you were thinking about saying something risky. 

Glancing at your pretty manicured feet he then looked up once you spoke “I want a man who wouldn’t treat me any different than if I was a skinny girl, I want to be loved like that...I'm confident don't get me wrong, but sometimes I have my moments....” he watched you sigh. “Like I dressed up for that man, I got confident enough to wear a cute tight dress just for him to see my fat and get disgusted, I guess....” Seeing you get so venerable, his poor baby. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to show you he loved you.  

“I loved you in that dress...” he added before rubbing your ankle and taking a glance at you. “I thought you looked so fucking good...” seeing you smile a little he couldn't. He watched your chest heave a little, he was practically doing the same, matching his breathing with yours. “And yes, I mean it...” he added simply. He couldn't take it no more, he had to have you. 

His cock growing a mind of its own, his tip already begging to be inside you. Pushing himself to that limit of holding on long enough. Using his last bit of energy, he made sure he placed himself between your thighs. Hish hands attached to your lips; his body pressed against yours. Feeling your nipples grow hard against his chest. Looking you in the eyes only for a second before attaching his lips to yours. Hearing your small moan but accept his lips just made his cock twitch in a way he could never describe. 

His cock begging to have some friction before it explodes, his only option was to begin grinding against you. “Y-Yunho~” fuck you sounded so sweet to him, hearing you moan his name almost made him so nervous he got sick. Just by those few reactions, he knew you were his, he couldn’t let you go no matter who or what was told to him. The wet patch of your shorts began reaching through his sweat. Your sticky precum causing your shorts to stick to your cunt as he lifted his hips just enough to peek.  

His rutted his hips closer, the pressure on your cunt from the weight of his lower half. His lips attached back to your neck, sucking the darkest shades of purple on your neck. “Gonna..ngh...Yunho I’m gonna cum~” your whimpers rang through his ears. His hips only got faster, you could barely hear him reply “Me too~” but you could hear his moans, he knew you did. Hearing the shaking gasp leave you and the way your nails dug into his skin he could tell you had come. Such a simple yet so sweet release. 

His hips shuttered feeling the spurts of cum fill his boxers, a groan leaving his lips while he bit on your collarbone. Taking a deep breath, he hissed slightly once lifting his hips to reveal the sick mess between you two. “I can't get enough of you~ I have to cum in you baby, will you let me? Please say..please say yes...” he added, still trying to catch his breath. Seeing you nod, he knew that he was gone.  

Sitting up completely he helped you remove your clothes piece by piece before scarring to remove his. Watching the sticky substance glisten on your cunt after he removed your shorts...gripping your leg he immediately started placing kissed on your ankle, slowly moving up your leg. He was so eager enough, but he had to let you know how badly he wanted to make you feel good and cherish what you were giving to him. Seeing your face flushed, your hands gripping the sofa pillow under your head to try and keep yourself grounded. You looked so precious. 

Dipping his head down to your cunt he groaned slight, letting out a breath and watching you shiver from it touching your clit. Your pussy was so much better to see in real time, he struck. The way he imagined it through your shorts. The sticky cum covering your pussy completely, looking up at you one last time before running his tongue over your hood, take the soft fat into his mouth licking the thin layer of cum from it. 

Hearing a pant leave your lips he groaned to himself once pulling away “I've always wanted to have you in my mouth...do you think I could be the only man to love this pussy after this?” he smirked a little before spreading your cunt. Watching your pussy lips gently pull apart, strings of cum soon disappearing the further spread. He sighed again seeing the small hole almost overflowing with the creamy substance that was gushing from you. “Your pussy is so pretty~ Why are you so fucking tempting...” he whispered the last bit to himself.  

Scooping his hands around your thighs he soon had you locked to him. His lips immediately attaching to your clit. Feeling his tongue push past the opening of your outer cunt, his tongue slowly circling your clit. “F..feels so nice~” Your hands running through his hair before pushing his head deeper into your cunt. Your actions showing him you begged for more. He had to give you more. 

Removing his arms from your thighs, one arm running up your body, caressing your tummy before his large hand gripped your breast, running his hands over your nipple. His free hand moving to your cunt, slender fingers slowly pushing past your hole, your gummy walls swallowing his two fingers. He could feel your lips tightening around him, your cunt getting warmer and wetter with each thrust his fingers gave. 

He could tell from the shaking of your hips that you were close. Enjoying himself in his own little world in your cunt, he could feel himself someone processing your release once the small begs left your lips. “Yunho~” You whispered, “Fuck Yunho~” It got louder “UGH FUCK~!” Hearing your cry leave you brought him back to reality. Your hips bucking as he pulled his fingers from you revealing the cum before he sucked them clean.  

Sitting himself up again he watched his cock, the precum oozing from his tip. A drip even falling onto your hood making you both chuckle softly. Seeing your hand come into view, it wrapped around his cock pumping it only a couple times. That dream now feeling like Deja vu once he seen his slit shape to your clit like a puzzle piece. But the Deja vu only lasted for a moment until you pushed his tip into you. 

A small whimper leaving him, he never felt that in his dream. Bottoming his cock into you he chuckled softly hearing your moan and the small squelch from how wet you were. Pulling out completely it only took a deep breath before shoving his cock back into you. “I can’t wait to give you my cum~.” His hips slowly started rocking but that wasn’t enough for his baby as you softly began begging for more. 

He picked up his pace, the small smacking sound echoed in the living room. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He groaned with every thrust he made. Your loud cries being his motivation to go deeper. Watching you lift your legs, placing your feet on his chest, your gold anklet bouncing with each thrust he made. Your chub jiggling along with your breast, if he didn't find a distraction soon, he was a goner. 

Immediately he took your ankle giving it a couple wet kisses before admiring your pretty feet by taking your toe into his mouth, sucking on it slightly to muffle his filthy moans. Your free leg dropping to his side giving him back the clear view of his cock disappearing in your cunt. “So big baby so fucking big!” Your cried before looking up at him, your eyes barely open as you tried not to tightly screw them shut.  

“A-all for you baby!” he muffled before gently removing your toe and going back to kissing your ankle. “This cock is all yours! My c-cum is all yours! SHIT!” He groaned feeling tour cervix kiss his tip with each go, and he knew he was about to cum. “I'm gonna cum princess!” Your leg now pushed against your chest, and he leaned down to place his forehead against yours “Gonna fill up this fat pussy~ ngh! S-show you how bad I love you, how I can't-fuck~ how I can-not go a day without you!” 

Your cunt sucking him in, begging for his cum. He could not hold it. His stomach dropped; his thighs covered in cum shivering as he plunged into your leaking pussy. The creamy substance done formed a ring around his cock, that sigh was the last straw. One more deep thrust before his warm load filled your insides. The shakey sighs leaving his lips before a choked gasp left him as he felt you cover his cock in your cum. 

Your sticky bodies holding each other tight, the suction from your cunt almost stopping him from pulling away. Soon giving in he let out a whimper before he pulled his cock away from you. A small chuckle leaving the both of you before he gave in giving you a kiss “F-feel free to use me whenever you want. I’m yours like I said” he added making you smile “I think we're gonna be closer than just roommates who fuck..” A flush formed on his face before giving you another kiss and just nodded. He had no problems with that.  

[kpopscruggles]

This smut is still going crazy! I’m so happy you guys liked it! I think this is the highest liked fic I have that’s over 1k words so this rlly means a lot!

[kpopscruggles]

do u take andteam requests? Cuz I didn't find them in the rules, but if you do, I want to request K smut where reader wants to ride him for the first time and he guides her👑

I am so sorry this is super late! I just finished summer classes and I have a few weeks till fall so ya girl is getting on this! I hope you like it and thanks for the request, i most likely will be putting them in my list of groups but I do want to see how a few more smuts play out first!

The deep breaths felt like you pushed a million bricks off your chest, this was what you wanted and there was no doubt that K was willing to let you do so. He watched as your chest rose but fell a bit rapidly “Angel...take a deep breath.” he muttered, holding your hips. He found it precious. A small smile growing on his face he leaned forward to place his lips against yours. “Do you trust me angel?’ was the one thing he asked and of course you trusted him. You nodded back at him as he rubbed circles on your hips, a smile forming on his lips as he kissed at your bare chest “No matter what you do you make me feel so..good...you know that?”. Watching you nod shyly made his heart swell, his angel was so sweet.  

He kept himself sat up, hugging your body close as he held your hips, kissing at your breasts one of his hands ran to his cock. Positioning his sensitive head at your opening, his warm breath scaling your skin once he slowly eased inside. Your warmth could make him cum instantly almost every time, he yearned for it, he loved you so much and your adorable whimpers as you opened for him didn't help him keep control either.  

Slowly falling back onto the pillows, his back arching slightly as you hugged every inch of his cock, a choked moan leaving him before he smiled. His hands running from your hips to your sides, “You know what to do angel...” he whispered assuring. A small gasp left him as you began to lift your hips, his grip even tighter than before. Pulling you to lean over his as you rocked your hips, bouncing slightly. His smile only growing “That’s it angel, make your own pace...” he whispers. 

 Feeling you pick up your pace, he couldn’t do it. His eyes rolled back, his bottom lip between his teeth as he felt your cunt around him. He couldn't describe what it was, something about this just felt different, maybe he liked you gaining the confidence to be in control. “Keep g-going baby, fuck-” he growled softly “You're doing so good, show me I’m yours!” he panted heavily. 

 Hearing your moans almost pushing him over the edge, sitting himself up on his elbows, letting your nails dig in his skin. This was a whole new feeling for the both of you, seeing you chase your release, your cheeks flushed just like his, your moans echoing the bedroom. “Fuck you look so sexy like this- your gonna make me cum so hard!” he gasped sitting up a bit more, pulling your into a kiss, your saliva sweet against his tongue.  

His stomach tightened and he knew he was growing close, gripping your hips tightly as he fell back onto the bed again. Your body jiggingly a little as you bouncing quickened “Your close baby? I know I know!” he moans feeling his back arch off the bed again, his hands running up your stomach, gripping your breasts “Fuck- Fuck baby I'm cumming!”. His eyes roll back before he screws them shut, feeling your cunt milk him as you came, covering his cock in your sweet release, you still bouncing on his cock as spurts of cum left him, filling you completely.  

Both of you covered in sheer sweat, a sweet smile on his face, his eyes filled with desire as he massaged your hips. “You did amazing angel. I'd love to see this more often...” he whispers, hearing your shy giggle made his heart flutter before pulling you into another kiss.  

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soaked - nakakita yuma ✧˚⋆ ˖

𓏲˚ ۪ ❤︎⊹ request !!

“In which reader can't control herself when her boyfriend looks so hot in family vacation.”

Content: +18MDNI fem! reader x yuma, stablished relationship, sex in a hot tub, rushed sex, dirty talk, creampie.

hate comments will be deleted and blocked, likes and reblogs are appreciated !!

"You're staring."

Yuma's voice was low, almost like a growl, and you blinked, snapping out of your trance. You’d been leaning back on the edge of the hot tub, your eyes fixed on him as he lounged in the bubbling water, the steam rising around his sculpted body. His abs gleamed in the dim light, muscles flexing with every movement, the water clinging to his skin.

He looked insanely good, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how the warm water made his slightly tanned skin — thanks to the sunny weather earlier that day— stand out more, how his dark hair clung to his forehead. He was everything you’d ever wanted, and yet, you were struggling to keep your composure.

Because, to be fair, you were in family vacation, with his family. And although you knew how respectful he was around his parents and younger brothers, the truth was, you’d barely had time to enjoy yourselves, you weren’t even sharing a bedroom. Summer house rules, her parents had said.

So yeah, considering that you and him both had a ver strong sex drive, spending hot days in a bikini around him looking so good was almost torture.

You blinked, looking away then, a little embarrassed. His family was inside the house, cooking something for dinner, but if they paid enough attention through the huge glass windows, they would notice anything.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice shaky. You should've been pretending to be casual, like this was just another normal family vacation. But how could you when he looked like that?

Yuma smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he caught the way your breath quickened.

"Are you sure you're sorry, baby?" he asked, his tone teasing but with a hint of something darker, something predatory.

You swallowed, trying to focus on anything else—the chatter of his family in the background, the sound of the water splashing—but it was impossible to ignore the way your body was reacting to his presence. You could feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach, your body aching with need.

"I can't help it," you confessed, voice breathless. "You look too good."

Yuma’s smile turned wicked. He moved closer in the water, until you could feel the tension shift, the space between you shrinking. The sound of the bubbles mixed with the low sigh that left your throat when he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your chests were touching, hot, wet skins against each others, your nipples hardened under your bikini top.

“I know," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "I’ve been watching you too, baby. Can’t keep my eyes off of you either."

Your breath caught as his hands slid onto your shoulders, tracing the line of your collarbone, so close to your breasts, but not touching yet.

"You're making it so hard for me to behave," he teased, voice dropping lower. "And I don’t plan on behaving much longer."

His fingers hooked around the strap of your bikini top, his touch burning, leaving a trail of heat wherever he went. You wanted him so badly, your body practically shaking with the desire to close the gap between you. Then his hand trailed down your side, touching your waist and gripping tight, you squirmed, and he lifted you until you were sitting on his lap.

The soaked fabric of his shorts made it much easier to notice, you felt it, right between your legs, he was hard, and you moaned softly at the feeling, your core aching, needy.

You couldn't fight it any longer. You pushed yourself forward, your lips crashing into his as you both gave in to the simmering tension that had been building all day. He responded instantly, his hands pulling you closer, his kiss deep and hungry, as though he were claiming you right there in front of everyone. His hand grabbed the back of your neck, and you tilted your head as he slid his tongue inside of your mouth, a mess of hot breaths and whimpers, you rocked your hips against him, rubbing yourself with his clothed length, trying to ease some of the pain between your legs, and he groaned low, water splashing when he jerked his hips to meet with your movements.

“Fuck.” he whispered, kissing along your jaw and you moaned again, moving your hips faster, needier. He took a quick look back to the house, nobody was around, thank god.

Yuma’s hand slid down your back, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises, guiding your hips to grind down on him with slow, filthy rolls. The heat of the water and the friction of your bodies made your head spin, your fingers tangling into the damp strands of his hair as you kissed him again, deeper, rougher, teeth clashing in your desperation.

“You’re driving me fucking insane,” he growled against your mouth, voice raw with need. His other hand dipped below the surface, fingers tracing the waistband of your soaked swimsuit before slipping underneath, bold and hungry. You gasped into his mouth, hips stuttering against him, and he smirked, low and dangerous. “You want this?” he murmured, fingers teasing but not giving you what you needed, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes dark and blown wide. “You want it right here, baby? In the fucking hot tub?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, too far gone to care about anything else. Yuma chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against your chest as he finally slid his fingers through your slick folds, finding your clit and circling it mercilessly. Your entire body jerked, a strangled moan escaping your throat as you clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“That’s it,” he whispered, biting down gently on your neck. “Let me hear you. No one’s gonna come out here. It’s just you and me now.”

The way he touched you, rough and possessive, had you falling apart in his hands, rocking your hips helplessly against his fingers as he worked you closer to the edge. The hot water lapped around you, splashing over the sides with every desperate grind of your bodies, and the stars above blurred in your vision.

He cursed under his breath, eyes wild as he slid one hand between you, tugging the crotch of your swimsuit aside with a rough, impatient move. He freed himself from his trunks just enough to let his cock slap hot and heavy against his stomach. You could barely see anything with how close your bodies were, but you felt him — thick, throbbing, dripping against your soaked skin.

“Need you,” he groaned, almost like it hurt to wait even a second longer. “Need to feel you — now.”

Without warning, he lined himself up and pushed inside you in one desperate, messy thrust, both of you crying out, the water churning violently around you. The stretch burned so good you saw stars, your nails digging into his shoulders for dear life as he filled you completely.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, gripping your ass and hauling you down harder onto him. “Been wanting this — been losing my fucking mind —”

You whimpered brokenly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he began to move, shallow thrusts that grew rougher and deeper with every snap of his hips. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoed in the humid night air, masked only slightly by the splashing water.

Every movement, every ragged breath, every filthy moan that fell from his lips sent you spiraling faster, and Yuma was just as gone as you were — muttering curses and praises against your skin, telling you how good you felt, how he couldn’t hold back even if he tried.

“You were made for me,” he panted, thrusting up harder, angling just right to have you gasping, seeing white. “You hear me, baby? Fucking made for me.”

You could only nod frantically, clinging to him, riding the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked you right there in the hot tub like nothing else in the world mattered.

And when you broke apart, screaming his name into the steamy night, Yuma followed seconds after, hips jerking up hard as he spilled inside you with a deep, guttural moan, holding you so tight it almost hurt.

The world seemed to tilt and blur around you both, only the feeling of Yuma’s arms wrapped fiercely around you keeping you grounded, the water sloshing lazily now as you both trembled and gasped in each other’s arms.