i just imagined taehyun giving you missionary and he has his mouth hanging open and drooling on yew omgggg and his canines showing off π is this gross im sorry ππ’
but that habit he has is so attractive on him am i wrong like
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choi san. your hopelessly obsessed boyfriend. you ask one innocent question about what he does when youβre not around and immediately regret it .. or do you?
a/n : hi guys! after almost a year away, i figured my comeback should be the successor to my fic 'keep talking'. thank you for 800+ followers. i love yall
Youβre wrapped around your boyfriend like a koala, half in his lap, half sprawled across his chest when the thought suddenly hits you.
You pull back, narrow your eyes, tilt your head all suspicious:
βWaitβ¦ when Iβm not hereβ¦ do you, likeβ¦ get yourself off?β
San freezes midβback rub.
ββ¦Huh?β
βAnswer. The question.β
Your eyes squint even harder.
He sighs, looks away, rubs the bridge of his nose.
βBaby, why would you ask me something likeββ
βCause I wanna know!β
He stares at you⦠then gives up.
βI watch our tapes.β
βHuh?β
βOur sex tapes.β
βSanββ
βAnd I look at your Instagram pictures.β
βSan.β
βAnd sometimes I screenshot your bikini photos before you delete them.β
βSan???β
βAnd sometimes I use the ones where youβre adjusting your top because you always look flustered andββ
βStopββ
He keeps going, dead serious, like heβs reading a grocery list:
βAnd that one video where youβre laughing and your boobs bounce a little? Yeah. That one goes crazy. Top-tier.β
βWhat????β
βAnd those mirror selfies where your hair is messy. And the ones where youβre not even trying. Those are the worst.β
He shifts under you, already getting hard just thinking about it.
You smack his chest.
βYouβre SICK.β
He shrugs.
βIβm in love.β
You slap him harder.
βYouβre DEPRAVED.β
Another shrug.
βYouβre SEXY.β
You bury your face in your hands, dying.
He gently pulls them away, lowering his voice:
βYou asked, baby. You really think I jerk off to random women? No. Everything I do, I do to you.β
He leans in, kissing your cheek, jaw, neck.
βAnd if you wantβ¦ I can show you exactly how I do it.β
You slide off his lap just a little, sitting between his knees, eyes wide and way too curious for his sanity.
ββ¦Show me, then.β
San blinks once. Twice.
His Adamβs apple jumps.
ββ¦Yeah?β he asks, voice already dropping into that low, dangerous tone.
You nod.
He drags a hand down his face like he knows heβs about to ruin you with this demonstration alone.
βOkay,β he mutters, leaning back into the couch, legs spreading a little, βbut donβtβ donβt laugh. Iβm serious.β
You bite your lip.
He sees it. He groans.
Then he slips a hand under the waistband of his sweats, pulls himself out, already half-hard from the conversation alone. His breaths get shaky, on purpose, because he knows youβre watching.
βNormallyβ¦β he starts, eyes flicking to yours, ββ¦I start slow. Justβ thinking about you walking around the house, tiny little outfit, pretending youβre not teasing me.β
His thumb glides over the tip spreading the precum, β and he sighs, deep, breathy, borderline whimpering.
You swallow so hard he hears it.
βAnd then,β he continues, pumping slowly, βI think about how you look when you ride meβ¦ all loud and needyβ¦β
You shift on your knees.
He definitely notices.
His lashes flutter, and he lets out a soft, broken βmmhβfuckβ¦β
You scoot closer.
He moans again, high, pretty, shameless, because heβs absolutely doing this on purpose now.
βYou like watching me, baby?β he breathes out, jaw clenching, hips lifting into his own hand. βYeahβ¦ you doβ¦β
You nod, dazed.
He groans, throwing his head back for a second, biting his lip dramatically, exaggerating it because he knows it gets you.
Then he looks at you through heavy lids.
βYou always make me this hard,β he whispers, voice cracking just a little. βEven when youβre not here.β
Your thighs press together.
He smirks, then lets out another deliberate whimper, soft and choked, like he knows it shoots straight into your bloodstream.
βCome here,β he murmurs, hand stroking himself faster. βIf youβre gonna watchβ¦ watch up close.β
You crawl into his lap.
He pulls your hand to his stomachβ
so warm, tense, shaking, and keeps moaning softly, messy and pretty, just for you.
Heβs doing all of this on purpose.
You lean in so close he can feel your breath on his throat, eyes glued to every movement of his hand, every twitch of his stomach, every shaky inhale he lets slip.
And San loses his mind over it.
βJesusβ¦β he whispers, voice cracking when he looks down and sees your faceβeyes blown wide, lips parted, studying him like heβs something you want to taste. βYouβre really watching me like thisβ¦?β
You nod slowly. His chest stutters.
He bites his lip so hard a muscle in his jaw jumps.
βThatβsβ fuckβ this is the hottest thing youβve ever done,β he mutters, voice warm and breathless. He spreads his legs wider, giving you a better view, pumping his hand a little harderβ¦ slowerβ¦ letting you see everything. βYouβre looking at me like you wanna eat me alive.β
βSan,β you breathe.
His eyes darken instantly.
βOh my godβ¦β he laughs under his breath, ruined already, βyouβre obsessed with me.β
Your face heats.
He cups your chin with his free hand, forcing you to hold eye contact while the other keeps stroking, wet and filthy and slow enough to make your stomach twist.
βYou like how I do it?β he whispers.
You nod. His smile is evil.
βYou like seeing what I do when youβre not home?β
Another nod.
His grip tightens. His thighs flex under you.
βYβknow what I think about?β he murmurs, leaning closer until your noses almost touch. βYou. On your knees. Mouth open. Eyes like that. Waiting for me.β
Your breath catches.
He groans.Β
βKeep watching,β he says, voice low and trembly. βDonβt look away. Not once.β
You donβt.
Your eyes track the movement of his hand, the veins on his forearm, the way his stomach tightens every time he pumps upward. He notices. He feels your stare. It makes him moan againβsoft, involuntary, almost shy.
You whisper, barely audible:
ββ¦You look so hot.β
He chokes on a breath. His hips jerk.
And his voice drops even lower, wrecked and proud and starving:
βSay that again.β
You whisper it again, slower. βSo fucking hot.β
You slide closerβslow, curious, innocent in that way that makes his whole body seize upβand tilt your head.
βCan I helpβ¦?β
His hand falters on himself, eyes snapping to yours like you just offered him the cure to every problem heβs ever had.
ββ¦yeah,β he whispers, voice already breaking, βyeahβbaby, cβmere.β
Your smaller hand slips under his, replaces his stroke.
The second your skin touches him he whimpersβa real one, sharp and desperate, right against your neck.
βOhβfuckββ
His head drops to your shoulder.
Heβs trembling.
He grabs your wrist gently, guiding your rhythm, but youβre already doing it exactly how he likesβsoft at the base, tight at the top, twisting up just a littleβ
βBaby,β he gasps, breath hitting your collarbone, βyouβreβfuckβyouβre so good at thisββ
His hips buck into your palm.
His hand is gripping your thigh, hard enough to bruise.
You look up at him through your lashes and his knees actually shake.
βThatβs it,β you whisper, teasing, βyou like when I do it?β
He moans.
A pretty, broken, breathy sound right into your ear.
βI loveβwhen youβhelp meβgodβfuuuckβ
Heβs collapsing, chest heaving, face flushed, thighs tense beneath you.
The wet slick sound of your hand working him faster fills the room and he completely loses the last bit of control he had.
βY/Nβbabyβoh my god Iβm gonna cumββ
You tighten your grip, stroke him exactly how he likesβ
His whole body jerksβ
He lets out the most ruined groan youβve ever heardβ
And he finishes right into your hand, warm and messy and so much more than you expected.
He collapses into you, panting into your shoulder, completely melted.
Your sticky hand is still resting on him when he finally breathes again.
ββ¦youβre gonna kill me,β he whispers, voice wrecked, trembling all over. βYouβre actually gonna kill me.β
You hold your hand upβ dripping.Absolutely covered in him. A warm, glossy mess.
Your eyes go wide on purpose.
ββ¦San.β
He looks up from your shoulder, dazed, hair a mess, breaths still shaking.
And you wiggle your fingers.
βLook at this! You're. SO. Desperate.β
His whole face flushes scarlet.
βBabyββ he groans, grabbing your wrist to hide the evidence, βdonβtβ¦ donβt say it like thatβ¦β
But you lean back, smirking like the menace you are.
βYou made a huge mess. This isβSan, this is ridiculous. You couldnβt even hold it for a second??β
He hides his face in your neck, mortified, whining like a grown man being scolded.
βYou canβt tease me after what you just did to me,β he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin, βI warned youβI told you I was closeβyou kept goingβbaby, you know what you were doingββ
βNo,β you say, faking innocence, showing your sticky palm again, βyouβre nasty. Nasty. Look at this.β
He pulls your wrist down, panicked.
βStop showing it to me!β
His voice cracks. βI know what I did!β
You laugh so hard he swats your thigh lightly, embarrassed, still breathless.
Then he looks up at youβeyes heavy, lips parted, totally ruinedβand mutters:
ββ¦clean your hand before you start teasing me again or I swear Iβll make an even bigger mess.β
OH.
You grab a warm towel and clean him up gently, slow little wipes that make him flinch because heβs still sensitive.
You purposely kiss the tip softly just to watch him jolt.
βY/Nβ!β
You kiss it again..
He slaps a hand over his face.
βStopβ¦ youβre gonna kill meβ¦β
You hop off the bed, still glowing, still smug, and go to the mirror.
You clean yourself up tooβwiping your mouth, fixing your hairβ
But then curiosity hits.
You look at your fingers.
You look at him in the reflection.
You drag your tongue over them.
Slow.
Purposeful.
Sanβs jaw drops.
ββ¦that tastes kinda good.
Somebody changed their diet. Good boy.β
His ears turn red.
βWhy would you DO that?!β
You shrug in the mirror, wiping your lips.
βI was curious.β
βThatβs notβ you canβt justβ youββ
Heβs literally malfunctioning.
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