there’s this one clip with heeseung telling riki that he hugs him in his sleep im wondering like maybe “shy reader that rarely shows affection but does when sleeping” trope?? Idk the word but yeah like it can be any member
𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✶ 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧
shy reader who's affectionate in their sleep
───﹙h.﹚ heeseung is stuck. like, physically stuck. you’re usually so quiet and hands-off, but asleep? you’ve decided he’s your personal teddy bear. he’s texting the group chat one-handed because your arms are locked around his waist, face buried in his chest. “emergency,” he types, trying not to laugh. “my shy gf has been replaced by an octopus. send snacks. can’t move. this is my life now.” he secretly loves it.
───﹙j.﹚ jay wakes up to find you’ve fully koala’d onto his back. you’re clinging in your sleep, and he can’t even roll over. he tries to whisper, “hey… sweetheart… i need to breathe…” but you just nuzzle closer. he gives up with a happy sigh, accepting his fate as a human backpack. he spends the next hour wide awake, smiling at the ceiling, feeling like he’s won a secret prize.
───﹙j.﹚ jake tries to get up for water and literally can’t. you’ve got a fistful of his shirt in a death grip, murmuring something sleepy and unintelligible. he freezes, then melts. “okay, okay, water can wait,” he whispers, sliding back down. he spends the next 30 minutes just watching you sleep, heart so full he thinks it might burst, gently prying your fingers loose just so he can lace his with them instead.
───﹙s.﹚ sunghoon is trying to be quiet as a mouse, but every time he shifts an inch, you whine in your sleep and pull him closer. he’s being held hostage by cuddles and his own blush. “y/n, i have to practice…” he whispers to no one. you nuzzle his neck. he’s defeated. he sends a selca to the members—just his desperate face above your very clingy sleeping form—with the caption: “call for help. also, never been happier.”
───﹙s.﹚ sunoo lets out a tiny gasp when you shuffle over and tuck your head under his chin in your sleep. you, who barely hold his hand in public. he’s so still, scared to break the spell. when you snuggle closer, he can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up. he wraps his arms around you carefully, whispering, “got you,” and decides sleep is overrated. this is better.
───﹙j.﹚ jungwon wakes up because he’s slightly overheating. you’ve become his little spoon, back pressed entirely to his front, and your hands are holding onto his arm like a lifeline. he’s trapped in the best way. he tries to wriggle free for a second, but you make a soft, displeased sound and hold tighter. “alright, alright,” he murmurs, smiling into your hair. leader by day, personal body pillow by night. he wouldn’t trade it.
───﹙n.﹚ niki is used to being the clingy one. so when he wakes up and finds you wrapped around him like a vine, he short-circuits. “no way,” he whispers to the dark room. he tries to move, just a test, and you cling harder. a huge, goofy grin splits his face. he finally feels like he’s gotten a secret look at the real you, and he spends the rest of the night trying to memorize the feeling, heart pounding with pure joy.
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The rain had been tapping softly against your window all afternoon, a steady rhythm that somehow made the silence in your room feel even heavier.
You'd been curled up in bed for hours, blanket tangled around your legs, phone face-down beside you. Nothing terrible had happened. Nothing dramatic.
You just felt... exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that settles deep in your chest. The kind that made answering texts feel impossible and getting up for water feel like climbing a mountain.
You'd ignored three messages from your friends.
Four from your family.
And six from Sunoo.
Not because you were upset with him.
You couldn't find the energy.
Then your bedroom door clicked open.
You barely lifted your head.
Sunoo stood there holding a plastic convenience store bag in one hand and your favourite blanket in the other.
His eyes softened immediately when he saw you.
"Oh."
That was all he said.
Just one tiny word.
Like he'd understood everything.
You swallowed.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"For disappearing."
Sunoo walked over without hesitation and set the bag down beside your bed.
"You disappeared."
"Mhm."
"And?"
You blinked at him.
"And that's it?"
He shrugged.
"Sometimes people disappear for a bit."
You stared.
"You're not mad?"
"No?"
The way he said it made it sound ridiculous.
Like the idea had never crossed his mind.
He sat beside you and carefully draped the fluffy blanket over your shoulders.
The warmth nearly made you cry.
Sunoo immediately noticed.
Of course he did.
He always noticed.
His hand gently rubbed your arm.
"Bad day?"
You laughed weakly.
"Bad brain."
His expression softened even further.
"Ah."
Not judgment.
Not concerned.
Just understanding.
He reached into the bag and started pulling things out one by one.
Your favourite chips.
A chocolate bar.
A small strawberry milk.
A little pastry you'd mentioned liking weeks ago.
You looked at the growing pile.
"...Sunoo."
"I came prepared."
"You bought half the store."
"I bought emotional support snacks."
That earned the tiniest smile from you.
His face lit up immediately.
"There she is."
"Oh, my god."
"You smiled."
"Barely."
"Still counts."
You rolled your eyes, but it felt a little easier to breathe.
Sunoo settled against the headboard beside you.
Not too close.
Just enough.
Never demanding.
Never crowding.
Just there.
The room fell quiet for a while.
You picked absentmindedly at the wrapper of the chocolate bar.
Sunoo let the silence exist.
Didn't try to fill it.
Didn't ask questions.
Didn't tell you to cheer up.
Just sat with you.
Eventually, your voice came out small.
"I feel stupid."
(author's note: reminds me of the scene from Euphoria)
His response was immediate.
"Nope."
"I do."
"Nope."
"Sunoo."
"Nope."
You looked over at him.
His gaze was steady.
Patient.
Gentle.
"Your feelings aren't stupid."
The knot in your throat tightened.
You looked away.
"Even when I can't explain them?"
"Especially then."
The room became blurry.
You hated crying.
You hated feeling fragile.
But somehow it was impossible to hide anything from him.
A tear slipped down your cheek.
Then another.
And suddenly you were crying.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
Just quietly.
The way people cry when they've been holding everything inside for too long.
Sunoo immediately reached over.
Not to stop you.
Not to wipe your tears away.
To hold your hand.
His thumb traced slow circles across your skin.
And in the softest voice imaginable, he said:
"You don't have to be okay around me."
That broke whatever was left of your composure.
A sob escaped your chest.
Sunoo scooted closer.
"You don't have to smile."
Another forehead kiss.
"You don't have to explain."
Another.
"You don't have to pretend."
Another.
Gentle.
Warm.
Lingering.
Like he was trying to kiss every ounce of pressure off your shoulders.
You leaned into him before you could stop yourself.
Immediately, his arm wrapped around you.
Secure.
Protective.
Comforting.
The kind of hug that didn't ask anything from you.
The kind that existed.
You buried your face in his hoodie.
"It feels like everything is too much."
Sunoo nodded.
"Mhm."
"And I don't know why."
"Mhm."
"And I feel guilty for feeling bad."
He frowned.
"Nope."
"What do you mean, nope?"
"I reject that."
You sniffled.
"Reject what?"
"The guilt."
"You can't just reject my emotions."
"I absolutely can."
A tiny laugh escaped you.
"There it is again."
"Stop."
"Another smile."
You groaned.
Sunoo looked extremely pleased with himself.
For someone who wasn't trying to fix you, he was suspiciously invested in making you smile.
A few moments later, he rested his cheek against the top of your head.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I think your brain deserves detention."
You blinked.
"What?"
"It has been bullying my favourite person all day."
A startled laugh escaped you.
Sunoo pointed accusingly at the air.
"Very unacceptable behaviour."
"You're ridiculous."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I'll take it anyway."
You shook your head.
But the weight in your chest felt lighter now.
Not gone.
Just lighter.
Like someone had stepped into the darkness beside you and quietly carried part of it.
The evening slipped by slowly.
You shared snacks.
Watched random videos.
Spent several minutes debating whether cereal was technically soup.
Sunoo argued passionately that it was not.
You disagreed.
He claimed he was deeply betrayed.
You informed him that he was dramatic.
He informed you that he already knew.
And every so often,
When he thought you weren't paying attention,
He'd press another soft kiss to your forehead.
Like a reminder.
I'm here.
I'm still here.
Hours later, exhaustion finally began pulling at your eyes.
Your head had somehow ended up resting against his chest.
His fingers lazily combed through your hair.
The steady rise and fall of his breathing made everything feel safe.
Sleepy.
Warm.
You felt his hand gently squeeze yours.
"Tired?"
"A little."
"A little?"
"Okay, a lot."
He smiled.
"I figured."
You yawned.
Sunoo adjusted the blanket around you.
Making sure every inch of you was covered.
The gesture was so absurdly sweet that your heart hurt.
Before your eyes could close completely, you mumbled:
"Thanks for staying."
Sunoo looked down at you.
Like there was nowhere else he'd rather be.
"Of course."
Another forehead kiss.
Slow.
Gentle.
Full of affection.
Then one more.
Just because.
Your eyes finally drifted shut.
The last thing you felt was his fingers brushing through your hair.
The last thing you heard was his soft voice.
"Get some rest, sweetheart."
A pause.
Then quieter.
Almost like a secret.
"I'm not going anywhere."
And for the first time all day,
You believed it.
You fell asleep wrapped in blankets, surrounded by snack wrappers, and held safely in the arms of someone who never needed you to be okay before he chose to love you.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ She's not only good on stage, she's also good off stage… Where the female member of Enhypen helps her members with stress in the best way she knows how. ﹙ ♡︎ ﹚˖
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Pairings: idol! enha ot7 x fem 8th member! reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, explicit!content, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you idiot), masturbation (m and f), oral (m and f recieiving), face fucking, fingering, finger sucking, cock riding, cowgirl, missionary, doggy position, shower sex, mirror sex, semi public sex, spanking, praise and pets names, crying during sex,non-consensual voyeurism, aftercare, idk what more.
wc: 3,9k
note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you.
If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ HEESEUNG - 0.5k
It was early morning, and everyone was fast asleep after a long, tiring day. Or so she thought when she left her room to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. A very low noise made her stop mid-stride; she froze, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. It happened again, and now she couldn't deny what she was hearing. A muffled moan reached her ears, coming from Heeseung's room.
The strained voice of her bandmate, along with a wet sound, made her cheeks flush. She tiptoed to Heeseung's door, standing right in front of it; from there, she could hear him even more clearly.
"I know you're in there. Come in" Heeseung said, his voice thick with effort from the other side. She wanted to back away, but instead, she turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The room was almost entirely dark, save for the small lamp on the desk. She glanced toward the bed, finding the unsurprising sight of him completely naked, his hand moving over his hard, glistening cock.
"Come and help me. You're not going to leave me like this, are you? Training today left me exhausted."
She obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself in front of Heeseung, right between his legs and sitting on her own ankles. She took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking him.
"Oh God… Damn it…" Heeseung groaned at the touch of her cold hands against his hot skin. "Into your mouth, put it in your mouth."
She complied, lowering her face to take him in, sliding his cock as deep down her throat as she could manage. It was already well lubricated with his own precum.
"Ahh… Hmmg… Yes, like that… you know exactly how to do it… Ohh…" Heeseung suddenly pushed her head much further down, holding her there for a few seconds and making her gag.
She pulled herself free, breathing heavily. "Idiot, don't do that." He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Sorry. Lie on your back. Head over the edge."
She obeyed, letting her head fall over the edge of the bed. Heeseung positioned himself right in front of her face, his cock brushing against her lips.
"Open" he ordered. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, unconsciously parting her lips and sticking out her tongue. Heeseung held her head firmly by the sides and plunged deep to the back of her throat. She slapped her thighs in protest, but he didn't stop, pacing his thrusts so fast that she began having trouble catching her breath.
"Shit, I'm going to cum… Mghm… You're going to take it all" Thrusting into her one last time, he maintained his tight grip as the orgasm coursed through him, spilling his semen into her throat.
Tears streamed down her face, and only when Heeseung finished did he finally release her.
"You animal, you almost choked me," she complained, coughing slightly. Heeseung grabbed a towel and gently wiped her face. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips and smiled. "Sorry and thank you... you're always so thoughtful with us."
She rolled her eyes, ready to head back to her room, but Heeseung caught her arm. "Sleep with me tonight."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAY - 0.4k
They both arrived at the dorm after rehearsals, and Jay wouldn't even let her go to the shower. Instead, he pulled her onto the sofa, kissing her frantically, as if he were completely desperate for her. Right now, she was bouncing rapidly on his cock, filling the room with her moans. "Mhg… Ja-Jay…" she whimpered, holding onto his shoulders as Jay slapped her ass.
"Shhh, you have to be less noisy, darling…" he whispered, although he was clearly delighted by the sound.
He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt to pull it off, and once he did, he unhooked her bra, freeing her aching breasts. He guided his mouth to one of her nipples while sliding one of his hands to her clitoris, caressing it in a circular motion. The sudden friction caused her to let out a small cry.
"Jay… Ahh… God." She continued riding him as he devoured her nipples. She felt her thighs tremble, warning her that her orgasm was close. Jay gripped her by the hips and laid her back against the sofa, positioning himself over her. He guided her legs over his shoulders and began thrusting into her hard and fast. "Yes, yes, baby… don't hold back. Cum on my cock, do it."
The release arrived like an overwhelming wave, making her moan loudly, her body trembling beneath his thrusts. Jay continued his work, seeking his own release. At that moment, neither of them heard the front door open, let alone the announcement of the person who had just walked in.
"Guys, I brought dinner—" Jake froze in the doorway, staring right at them.
She caught his eye and felt her soul leave her body from pure embarrassment. "Ja-Jay… stop."
"What the hell, Park Jongseong?" Jake complained, his voice loud enough to finally make Jay halt.
Jay looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Is there a problem, Jakey?"
"Maybe the fact that you're fucking in the living room? And on the couch! I'm never sitting there again."
"You're exaggerating. Go away. Give me five more minutes and I'll be done."
Jake huffed, slamming the bag of food onto the kitchen table before disappearing down the hall.
"Now, should I continue with the part where you moan my name and make me come?" Jay asked playfully. She nodded, her cheeks completely flushed. Jay resumed his movements, thrusting as deep as the position allowed. A few more hard strokes were enough to push him over the edge, spilling inside her as he reached his climax.
"I love you so much, beautiful."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAKE - 0.5k
She was taking her much-anticipated shower after her session with Jay. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom as she listened to music, so engrossed in humming the tune that she didn't notice the shower door opening. It wasn't until large, cold hands cupped her bottom that she turned around with a start.
She sighed with relief when she realized it was Jake, who was smiling tenderly at her despite being completely naked and standing in the shower with her.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, a little breathless.
"I got a little jealous that Jay had you before me today" Jake confessed. "So, I came for my comfort."
Jake didn't give her a chance to protest. He took her cheeks in his hands and brought his lips to hers, plunging them into a long, desperate kiss. He devoured her mouth, seeking to feel every part of it, thrusting his tongue inside and biting her lips. When he finally pulled away to let her catch her breath, he chuckled softly at the sight of her flushed cheeks.
"Damn, you turn me on so much when you look like this. I need to fuck you right now. On your knees."
She didn't even have time to react before Jake was already guiding her body to the floor, her knees hitting the wet tile and her back resting against the wall. Right in front of her face lay his long, hard cock. She stared at it and swallowed nervously. Jake laughed again, his dick giving a slight twitch as he grasped it at the base, gently tapping her cheek with it. "Open that pretty little mouth for me, beautiful."
She complied, opening her mouth and giving him permission to slide down her throat. Jake was harder to take because of his length.
"Ugh… Fuck, you're so good at this, like always… Aghh" Jake groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, suppressing the urge to completely ravage her mouth. "Mmhg… Ohh shit, yes…" He thrust in as far as he could before finally releasing her, helping her up from the floor only to pin her against the glass partition.
"I'm going in, baby… okay?"
She nodded.
"No, I need you to tell me" Jake guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, holding back as he waited for her answer.
"Do it, Jake. Fuck me"
He did, plunging inside her with a powerful thrust that made her let out a sharp squeal. Jake pounded into her roughly, pushing her hard against the glass.
"Mmhg… Aahh… Mmm… Jake!" she moaned, feeling her walls tighten around him as another orgasm began to build.
Jake brought a hand to her clitoris, pressing down and rubbing in frantic circles in perfect sync with his heavy thrusts. "You're damn beautiful, I can't be away from you for a second. I love you. I love how you squeeze my cock."
He kissed and bit her neck, his hips moving relentlessly, filling the bathroom with the sound of their moans mixed with the splash of water over their slick bodies.
"Ohh… I'm going to…" He couldn't even finish the sentence before his climax shook him completely, sending electric shocks from his feet straight to his cock as he released inside her. He continued thrusting even after the release, slowing his pace and leaving small, gentle kisses along her spine.
Finally, he pulled out and turned her around so they were face to face, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "Now let me pamper you, okay? You must be exhausted after so much rehearsal and physical activity."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNGHOON - 0.5k
They were at the photoshoot for their album Desire: Unleash. All the guys were incredibly impressed by her appearance, but especially Sunghoon, who had to ask for a moment to go to the restroom because of the raging erection he got just from seeing her in an outfit that hugged her waist and ass perfectly. Sunghoon had an addiction to that ass. While he was masturbating, frustrated at having a hard-on at such an inopportune moment, he heard a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan.
"It's me, Hoon. Are you almost done? I need to come in."
Sunghoon didn't miss the opportunity. "Come in. Just... come in."
She entered the bathroom, surprised. "But... what do you think you're doing? You could have been caught."
Sunghoon squeezed his cock with the palm of his hand while using his other to beckon her closer. "Come here. I'm like this because of you. So, you have an obligation to fix it. Suck my cock, now."
"My fault? Well, I'm so sorry you have no self-control," she huffed, kneeling in front of him anyway. "Just this once, we need to get back quickly."
"Whatever, just... help me, and I promise to please you after the session."
She sighed, taking his cock in her hands, slowly stroking him. Sunghoon groaned in response, a heavy frown twisting his features. "Fuck... Mghm... I need your mouth. I asked you to suck it."
She guided her mouth to his dick, licking the tip first, teasing him with pleasurable friction before taking him all in, sucking, licking, and leaving trails of saliva along his length. Sunghoon gently held her perfectly straightened hair back so it wouldn't get messed up while she continued to stroke his cock.
"Oughh... Mghmm... Ohh... Y-yes, that's right."
She felt he was getting too close to the edge, but he suddenly stopped her, holding her cheeks to pull her back.
"What's wrong? We don't have much time, Sunghoon"
Before she could protest further, Sunghoon grabbed her by the waist, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down along with her panties. He spun her around, pinning her against the sink and forcing her to look at their reflection in the mirror.
"I'm taking that promise back. I'll please you right now" Following his words, Sunghoon plunged his tongue into her wet pussy.
"Ahh!" she moaned, forcing herself to clap a hand over her own mouth because of how loud she had been.
"Baby... you need to be quieter, or we'll get caught" Sunghoon warned, his voice low as he went back to licking her, running his tongue over every inch and pausing at her clitoris to suck it in an exquisite torture that made her thighs tremble. Then, he slipped two fingers inside, giving small thrusts while he continued to stimulate her.
"Hoon… I-I… Mghm…"
Hearing her announcement, Sunghoon stood up, guiding his cock straight inside her. He covered her mouth with both hands to muffle her cries and began to thrust frantically, relentlessly.
"Damn, look at you… taking my cock during a photoshoot, while the others are waiting right outside… Ough… Mmgh…" Sunghoon continued slamming his hips against her ass until he finally came deep inside her.
Once finished, he stepped back, cleaned her up with some toilet paper, and helped her get dressed again. He gave her a sweet kiss on the lips before heading out the door.
"Always the best at relieving stress. Love you.”
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNOO - 0.5k
She was lying on her bed, staring at her phone and completely absorbed in her thoughts, when she looked up and noticed Sunoo standing in the doorway. "What's up, Ddonu? Is everything alright?" she asked, noticing he looked a little down.
Instead of answering, Sunoo simply threw himself on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her chest. "I'm exhausted... that's all" he mumbled, rubbing his face against her warmth.
She smiled, gently stroking his hair. "We all are, Sun... But it'll be worth it. This album is going to be a hit"
He just made a soft sound of agreement, playfully slipping his hand under her shirt to squeeze one of her breasts.
"Sunoo... The others might see us..." she protested weakly.
"I don't care. And you didn't seem to care that time with Jay, either" Sunoo pointed out, a hint of reproach in his voice. He lifted her shirt completely, revealing her bare breasts, and immediately brought one to his mouth while continuing to massage the other. "Mghm… Sun…"
"I'm so tired… pamper me today, okay? We'll both enjoy it." Sunoo moved away from her chest to slide off her sweatpants and panties. He brought two fingers to his mouth, wetting them with saliva, before caressing her and slowly inserting them inside.
"Ohh…" She moaned at the intrusion, her cheeks flushing at the nerve-wracking thought of any other member walking down the hall and catching them.
Sunoo thrust his fingers slowly into her, making a scissor-like motion inside to strike her sweet spot, eliciting low moans from her. Feeling his fingers get completely soaked in her slick fluids, he began to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out rapidly, creating an obscene wet sound. "Ohh… Sun-sunoo…"
He stopped his movements when she suddenly clamped her legs shut in arousal. Smiling, he withdrew his fingers and quickly lowered his own pants.
"Open those pretty legs for me, my love" He gripped her hips, rubbing his length against her pussy before plunging deep inside with a loud gasp.
"Mmgh… Yes… You're squeezing me so tight. It doesn't even feel like you're having sex with all of us all the time." Sunoo moved in and out of her at a highly pleasurable rhythm, occasionally leaning down to kiss her lips or whisper soft compliments into her ear. "Aagh… You're perfect. I'll never get tired of coming to you for love."
He changed the pace, pushing her thighs against her abdomen to lift her hips higher, driving even deeper inside her.
"Oough… Sun- right there, right there…" she moaned as she felt the blunt tip of his cock hit that exact spot. Her legs trembled violently as her orgasm crashed over her. She squeezed him tight while he continued thrusting rapidly until he, too, reached his own climax. Sunoo pulled out and collapsed back onto her chest, letting his groupmate's warm, trembling hands stroke his back.
"Give me ten minutes and we can go for another round" he murmured, planting soft kisses along her collarbone.
"Another one? You guys never get tired" she laughed softly.
"Actually, I am tired" Sunoo countered playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, this time you'll be doing all the work, beautiful."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JUNGWON - 0.5k
The concert had ended, and the euphoric screams of the fans could still be heard backstage. All the members were walking toward their dressing rooms when she felt a sudden tug on her arm, pulling her away from the group.
"Jungwon? Now? Really?" she questioned, too exhausted to even bother resisting.
"Come on, please. We deserve it. We did a great job, and I'm so horny now" Jungwon caressed her waist under her shirt, pulling her flush against him so she could feel his very obvious erection through his pants. "I've been trying to hide this for the last two songs. You look so beautiful today."
"Won… they might see or hear us here…" she tried to reason, but Jungwon drowned her out with a kiss. It was slow at first, but filled with an intense, desperate desire; he really needed her.
Still kissing her, he cornered her against the heavy shipping containers used for the sound equipment. He pulled away just enough to unbutton his pants, exposing his hard cock. "It'll be quick, I promise… and if you want, we can continue in the bedroom later."
"Okay, but hurry."
Jungwon spun her around, pressing her chest and stomach against the cold metal of the container, lifting her denim shorts to expose her ass to him. He massaged her pussy with his fingers, a smirk evident in his voice. "Just look at you, you're already wet."
He teased her for a second before taking his length and slowly sliding all the way inside her. "Mmhg… Wonnie…"
Jungwon buried himself deep, immediately covering her mouth with one hand. "I'd love to hear you scream at the top of your lungs, but unless you want everyone to see us, it'll have to be like this, my love."
Then, Jungwon began thrusting desperately. The speed and roughness with which he was pounding into her felt almost feral. She stifled her own moans by biting her tongue and her lower lip. Pressing down firmly on her hip with one hand, he drove into her again and again.
Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks, her cries completely muffled beneath his palm. She whined against his hand, overwhelmed by the fierce pace, yet unable to get enough of it. Jungwon brought his palm down hard against one of her buttocks, leaving the skin flushed and reddened, but he didn't pause or slow down for a single second. Releasing her hip, he reached up to grip her hair, pulling her head back against his chest as he continued to pound her until she was thoroughly sore.
Luckily, the muffled chaos of the fans screaming and the staff moving equipment outside drowned out their tryst. Otherwise, they would have been discovered by the distinct, rhythmic slap of their bodies alone.
"Damn, I'm going to cum..." Jungwon growled. He delivered a few more frantic thrusts until he came violently inside her, keeping himself buried for at least a minute while they both caught their breath. Finally, he pulled out and released his hold on her.
"How do you still have so much energy after a full concert?" she panted, catching her breath as she pulled her shorts back up.
"I told you it would be quick" he joked, earning a playful punch to the chest. He helped her fix herself up, and together, they casually walked back to the dressing room to join the rest of the group.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ NIKI - 0.6k
They were both sitting on the floor of Riki's room playing video games after an exhausting day of concerts. They had already showered and eaten a light dinner. Riki had suggested they play racing games until they fell asleep, but boredom was quickly getting the better of him.
"Ugh, this is boring" he complained, pausing the game and dropping his controller onto the rug. He huffed, ruffling his still-damp hair with one hand. "What if we do something else?"
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Like what?"
Riki smiled mischievously and moved closer, their lips almost brushing. "Let's relieve some stress together. You know exactly what I mean."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "You guys really don't get tired... Fine."
"God! you're the best! That's why you're my favorite. Now, off to bed, doll."
She sat on the edge of the bed, and Riki pulled the t-shirt off his shoulders before gently pushing her down onto the sheets. He climbed on top of her and kissed her lips passionately, slowly at first, but with an intense, burning lust. Riki slipped his hand inside her pajama shorts, massaging her clitoris in tight circles and eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Mmgh, Riki…" she murmured against his mouth, but he silenced her with another kiss, his tongue deeply exploring her mouth as their saliva mingled with wet, needy sounds.
Then, Riki slid two fingers inside her, causing her thighs to instinctively clamp shut. He pulled away from her face, spreading her legs wide. "Don't be shy, baby…" he teased, stripping off her shorts and underwear before thrusting his fingers back inside her. He moved them in and out repeatedly until she let out a sharp cry, her trembling legs squeezing around his hand.
Gripping her hip, Riki flipped her over so she was face down on the mattress, leaving her bare backside resting against his thighs. Riki parted her folds with his hands and slicked her already wet entrance with a bit of spit, massaging her up and down with his fingers. When she moaned aloud, he delivered a sharp slap to her buttocks, making her jump.
"You're very noisy today, and I'm only touching you with my hands" He slapped her again, then leaned down to kiss the skin that was already turning a lovely shade of red. Riki stood up to strip off his own pants. "Get on all fours, darling" he ordered.
With slightly clumsy movements, she positioned herself, leaving her ass completely at his mercy. Riki lined himself up with her pussy and thrust in hard. A loud moan tore from her throat as her legs trembled, almost giving way beneath his weight. He roughly drove into her from behind, holding her firmly by the hips, slapping her buttocks so repeatedly that the distinct marks of his hand and fingers began to bloom on her skin.
"Aah… Riki, ahh… God!" she gasped, her voice broken by the raw intensity with which he was fucking her.
Her arms finally gave out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, burying her face in the sheets. The new angle gave him an even better reach, allowing him to penetrate deeper than before.
"Mmgh… Damn it, you always squeeze me so tight. I love it… Oohh… Shit." Riki continued his relentless pace for a few more minutes, even as her tight walls milked his length with the force of the orgasm that overtook her.
Her muffled moans filled the sheets. "Mmhg… Aah-aah… Yes… Fuck" Riki groaned, plunging in one final time, filling her completely as he reached his climax. Without withdrawing, he bent over her back, brushing the stray hairs from her face to press a tender kiss to her flushed cheek. "Thank you…"
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synopsis: your boyfriend has a lot of problems and one of them is the fact that he cannot keep his fucking hands to himself. he truly just can't help himself
genre: bf!sunghoon x afab!reader, established relationship, little fluff, mostly smut
tw: dubcon, con, reader has a vagina, cursing, fingering, public humiliation, teasing, overtly touchy sunghoon, groping, kind of forced orgasm, clit stimulation, cum eating, kissing, heavy makeout, spit/saliva play, sunghoon's a freak, mentions of slut, not proofread
wc: 2,848 words
a/n: the pic has been on my pinterest so i had to take matters into my own hands, and what better way than to write this.. sigh -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
“do you mind?”
“not really.”
you softly laughed, trying to distract yourself from the feeling of his hands massaging the fats of your ass peeking out from your skirt. his thumb fiddled with the edge of your thin cotton panties, pulling it back only to let it snap back into place against your skin. tease. you pulled his hands off and let it drop to his sides, his head falling to your belly with a sigh. “nice try. what did we talk about, sunghoon?”
he groaned against your stomach, head tilting up to give you a frown. “we talked about my problem with touching you too much.”
“and?”
“and.. i said it was stupid. i still think it’s stupid.” he grumbled, burying his head further into your stomach to inhale the scent of your clothes. dark brewed coffee with hints of vanilla bean. it was like you were trying to kill him. “you smell so fucking good. and i don’t understand what the problem is about me, your boyfriend, being touchy with the person i’m dating, which is you.”
with a huff, you tugged his head back with his hair. you miss the wince that left his lips with the harsh tug, but not the shit eating smirk that crawled on his face as he looked you straight in the eye.
masochistic freak.
“the problem is that you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself. even in public! do you know how many looks we got the last time you kept touching me inappropriately on the train?”
sunghoon’s fangs peeked out to bite his lip at the thought of that event. while you hated that day, he loved it.
“stay close to me okay, don’t want you getting lost with all these people.” sunghoon’s hand kept a steady grip on your waist, guiding you to the corner of the train car where there was a tad more breathability compared to the center aisle. it was a little past midday and the train was packed with students getting off from school, office workers on the way home, and other passengers going out to spend their day; just like the two of you. people kept pushing as they stuffed themselves into any open spot, accidentally shoving you further into the edge of the train car.
“hey! not even so much as an excuse me—”
“baby, it’s fine. no need to get worked up over it,” you frowned at his comment, shutting yourself up before crossing your arms and staring at the window where the scenery quickly moved by. the tone of his words weren’t even that harsh but you had every reason to be a little upset. it was basic manners to apologise when you bump into someone, so you stood your ground, ignoring his light pulls at your shirt to get your attention.
his hand slid lower, fingertips lingering at the back of your bare thighs, brushing you every time the vehicle encountered a curve or elevation, staggering along the tracks making the people inside sway with its movements. you could feel his nails graze your skin, putting a little pressure as he dragged it up your body leaving faint indents that would later feel like ghost touches. his hand radiated warmth, cupping the fat of your ass underneath your skirt, squeezing with his harsh grip. it was hot, mean, and completely inappropriate for the situation you were in.
“hoon, stop it right now…” you whispered, hands gripping the edge of your skirt to pull it down.
“so now you acknowledge me, a little late huh?” he leaned in closer, hot breath burning against your neck. “i made you mad, didn’t i? i’m sorry, baby.” your hand suddenly grabbed onto the handlebars on the side, startling the passengers beside you at your weird movements. you sent them a shaky, albeit awkward smile before staring at the ground. two pairs of shoes, his and yours, close together keeping each other safe. cute. a sight unlike the rest of your body, thighs clenched with one of his hands wrapped around your waist and the other stuck right between those very thighs of yours.
his fingertips wandered under the fabric until it met a small damp patch at the very front of your panties. you jerked, a scared whimper escaping your lips, praying that nobody else heard it. his finger pressed harder on the patch, pinching the cloth between his index finger and thumb to feel the wetness you stained it with. “i-i forgive you, now please stop.” you begged, trying to push him away, but to no avail.
“just like that? nono, i need to show you how sorry i am first.” his finger hooked around the fabric, pulling it to the side. your thighs clenched harder, the cool air-conditioned breeze touching your wet folds as he slid his fingers along your it, pressing to part your folds and further expose it to the air.
you murmured a weak “stop,” but your plea fell on deaf ears. he circled your clit with confidence only getting stronger as he felt you gasp at his touch. “stop lying, sweetheart. you keep saying stop but i can feel your pussy getting wetter.”
you didn’t know how to feel. a deep sense of shame was filling you inside not just because he was doing this in a crowded train but also at the fact that he was right. the more you said stop, the more you didn’t even want to imagine him stopping. it was disgusting how turned on you felt right now.
how heat developed in your belly. how a rush of slick coated the pads of his fingers, wet sounds only getting louder the harsher he circled your clit. you wanted to cry, out of shame, out of pleasure, you just wanted to cry. a gasp escaped from your mouth the moment his fingers slipped inside, the rattle of the train eating at the sound. “ah— hoonie please, not here…”
“fuck— i can feel you dripping onto my hand.” he leaned forward, head bumping against the back of yours, voice breaking as he groaned into your ear. his fingers curled, gently stroking the walls inside, pushing deeper with ease. your teeth dug into your bottom lip harsh enough to break skin at the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust of his fingers. “you must feel so good baby, can feel you sucking me back in.” you shook your head, grabbing onto his other arm around your waist, fingernails scraping at the skin to ground yourself from moaning aloud.
sunghoon was insane and he knew it, but he really just couldn’t control himself around you. not when he knew how wet and good your pussy felt.
he loved how he could control your body just the way he wanted, pushing you to your orgasm over and over again with just his fingers. he loved how he could break you, have you crying and whining against him like a broken toy even in the most public of places. and the best part, even if you complained like a spoiled brat, you were weak, falling victim to his touch just so you could cum all over him.
the warmth that covered his hands, the strings of arousal that would form a web between his fingers when he stretched them apart, that sticky feeling that would remain after he licked your cum off, he loved it all.
he littered kisses by your neck, teeth nibbling at the shell of your ear while his fingers curled directly into that gummy sensitive spot inside. soft pants and whimpers fell from your lips, squirming in his hold as he bullied the spot relentlessly. “think you can handle a third, yn?” before you could even utter a reply, he squeezed a third into your wet heat making you whine in both discomfort and pleasure. the window fogged up with every hot breath that hit its surface. the scene was obvious to those around you, and you knew very well, yet no one stopped you two.
your vision felt bleary, tears threatening to spill. the images that passed the window and the sight of other passengers started to blend together, head spinning and mind fogging up overwhelmed after being stuffed to the brim. the train announcement sounded faint, thoughts consumed with the need to release.
“you hear that, baby? our stop is next so you better cum now.” you mindlessly nodded, chasing that feeling of ecstasy as his fingers speed up in your cunt.
sunghoon was painfully hard, but he couldn’t seem to care when all he could focus on was the choked sobs you muffled with your palm. you were so close and he could feel it, curling his fingers further to hit that gummy part over and over again. “haah… ‘m close. please, please, hoonie—” you begged, arm reaching up to grip the sleeve of his shirt as you felt your climax approaching. he worked you through it until your orgasm washed over you, legs trembling and electricity shooting through your nerves as he ripped the pleasure through you.
he hummed in approval, “my pretty baby did such a good job for me.” you felt his body get closer, tongue sticking out to lap at the droplets of sweat that ran down your neck. it was unbecoming but you were too spent to care, shivers running down your spine as you saw someone staring at sunghoon from the corner of your eye. “shh, i got you.”
sunghoon eased his fingers out of your cunt, a loud squelch ringing through the train cart. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, head heavy with humiliation and the feeling of post orgasm.
“look,” you tiredly turned your head to where his eyes were staring. there you see his hand, covered in your essence shining a pearly white with a thin trail running down his forearm, sticking to both his skin and silver bracelet. “you came so hard, yn. better cover yourself up before you drip even more on the floor.”
your eyes shifted to the space underneath you, and there you saw how right he was. it was barely noticeable, but if you looked closely you would easily notice several droplets of your cum collecting into a small puddle that was steadily becoming bigger with every drop coming from your dripping cunt. you squeezed your thighs shut, hand shakingly moving between to readjust your soiled panties. this was mortifying.
and if that wasn’t bad enough, you heard the fainted moan leave your boyfriend’s lips, the sight and sound of him sucking your arousal off of his fingers. you watched his eyes flutter at the taste, intimately running his tongue over the crevices on his fingers to gather every last drop. he was truly insane. the train doors opened with a beep and you hastily shoved your way through the crowd, face burning with every kind of shame as your boyfriend casually followed behind you with a chuckle.
“i’m sorry, okay? they pushed you aside and made you feel uncomfortable, so i just returned the favor.”
“by fingering me in a crowded train for people to listen and look at in disgust? it was humiliating, sunghoon! i came on your hand.”
“you dripped on the floor too but you didn't hear me complaining…”
unbelievable. you pulled him completely off of you, walking over to the mirror to brush out the creases in your outfit. from the reflection, you could see him leaning back on his forearms, muscles bulging against that stupid fitted black shirt. his lovesick smirk remained on his face, hair a tad tousled from your fingers running through it and tugging it back. you could see him steadily run his eyes up and down your body, hands gripping the comforter on your bed. it was electrifying.
why did your boyfriend have to be so fucking fine? you huffed in annoyance, leaning forward to check your makeup, fixing the stray baby hairs that refused to stay down.
then you heard it, a deep groan with a muffled string of curses following suit. “yn please, can you not bend like that? i said i was sorry already, can’t you forgive me?”
“sunghoon—”
“i’m dying over here! i can’t even touch you fully because you pull away in an instant.”
“for good reason. you have a problem with all the touching. it escalates too much, next thing i know you’re eating me out in the park.” before his grin fully formed, you turned around and threw a small bear plushie at his head. “don’t get any ideas!” you scolded, turning back around with a frown, eyebrows deeply furrowed to match.
unfortunately for you, he easily caught the plushie. he blinked at you innocently, hugging the plush toy to his sculpted chest, “you suggested it… also, not everyone was looking with disgust. some of them were definitely turned on, jealous that i was the one with their fingers deep in your slick soaked pussy. the one kissing your neck, biting the tips of your ear as i pushed you to your orgasm while they watched. i can still smell the mix of sweat and cum lingering in the air then. bet those fucking losers were boning to touch you, but they couldn’t. do you know why?”
the room echoed with silence, the silence only making you mindful of the way he stayed quiet after speaking, patiently waiting for you to respond. you looked back at him just to see him patting his lap. you knew you shouldn’t, but like sunghoon gravitated towards you, you were the same with him. it was inevitable. like you were in a trance the way you found yourself going back to him, cautiously straddling his lap with his help. “why?”
his arms snaked around your waist, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh while the other pulled you even further into him. there was barely any room to breathe without him invading your space.
he sent you a smug grin before answering, “because you were too busy falling apart on my fingers like the slut you are.”
you shrunk, small shakes trying to deny his words. but no matter how hard you tried to refuse it, you knew the truth. he may have started it, but you never told him to stop with the intention that he stops and he very well knew that. while you stayed in a fit of denial, he gently cupped your cheek and angled your face towards his. his lips leaned in, carefully brushing against yours as he whispered “i’m really sorry baby. i’ve been on my best behavior since then, so please forgive me already. okay?”
soft, lingering kisses were littered by your lips. each one narrowly avoided your actual lips, a constant tease of what you could have so long as you forgive him and excuse him from this ‘no touching punishment.’ badly did you want to refuse, but fuck he tasted so good. as soon as his lips left your skin, your tongue would dart out to lick at the saliva that stained the corner of your lip. “sunghoon—”
your voice came to a stop as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently pulling it and letting it plump back into place, soothing the flushed organ with a cheeky swipe of his tongue. he was winning and you both knew it. with a shaky exhale, you let yourself sink into his touch, hands pulling at his neck for him to kiss you deeper.
you felt the way his mouth shaped into a smug grin, grip tightening on your waist as he tilted his head to slot your lips perfectly together. his tongue easily found its way inside, sensually rubbing against your own as he explored every crevice of your mouth. moans slipped out as he continued to deepen the kiss leaving you no room to breathe or pull away, taking control of the kiss as if it were his domain.
his teeth clashed against yours every time he got too hasty. heavy pants echoed in the room only making the air between hotter and more suffocating. each time you pulled away would be met with him trailing after you, a thin and threatening to break string of spit connecting you two. he’d catch it with his thumb, feeding it back to you with the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue to gather even more saliva that was sure to drip down your lips and chin, cooing at you as he uttered how messy you were.
your head was in a daze, eyes muddled as you tried your best to pull yourself back even just a bit. “i forgive you.” both your lips were swollen and shiny with a mix of spit and drool. he looked just as broken as you felt, eyes drilling into your spit-covered lips. his nails dug marks into the fat of your thighs, heavily breathing out a laugh.
He was usually so composed, so in control, but tonight? Tonight, he was a mess.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling against your shoulder, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounded into you from behind. “I- shit- I can’t stop—”
You could feel it—the way his body trembled, the way his hips snapped into yours frantically, like he needed you, like he was chasing something he couldn’t quite reach.
“So fucking tight” he whined, his breath hot against your skin. “So perfect for me—fuck, I can’t—baby, I need you—”
“You have me” you gasped, your own pleasure coiling tighter with every desperate thrust.
“I know,” he groaned, his voice almost pained. “I just—fuck—I need more.”
His hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick, messy circles.
“S-Sunghoon—fuck!”
“That’s it,” he moaned, his pace growing erratic, his body pressed flush against yours, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even a breath of space between you. “Come for me, baby—please—need to feel you—need to know I’m the only one who can make you feel like this—”
You shattered, your orgasm hitting you so hard your legs almost gave out, and Sunghoon sobbed, a raw, desperate sound as he followed, spilling deep inside you with a final, shuddering thrust.
For a moment, neither of you moved—just heavy breaths, the sound of your racing hearts.
Then, Sunghoon let out a soft, breathless laugh, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.
“I don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he murmured against your skin. “Need you again, baby. Need you so fucking bad.”
I‘M FINALLY BACK GUYS!! sorry for the long wait but i‘m gonna start posting again from now on!! So my requests are open for any haikyuu/enhypen requests. btw for anyone wondering, I deleted all of my jjk works and some haikyuu ones aswell since I don’t like them anymore :c Love yall and missed you<33
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏.☘︎ ݁˖⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ featuring... Park Sunghoon 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓ ...who can't take his eyes (nor his hands) off you in the pretty lace lingerie your new boytoy bought last weekend <𝟑 .ᐟ
ᝰ.ᐟ wc- 5.2k ╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...
warnings!! and mentions!! unprotected p in v, possessive n' jealous!hoon, no strings attached but down bad!hoon would risk it all, manhandling, dirty talk, wall-sex, panty-choke, hope anon wanted bimbo!reader, marking, nipple stim, petnames (doll, pretty etc.), thigh-fucking, breeding kink, finger-gag, Jay cameo, not proofread! Smut’s kind of ass I’m so tired sorry!
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ tyunningism's note: Steadily working through my asks right now, this one dates back to March I'm genuinely so sorry for the delay anon </3 but I hope to get to writing up more of my asks soon !!
original anon ask here!
There's no second chance for anyone in your code of conduct. That's only if you had the heart to give the guys filling up your mountain pile of messages a chance to begin with. From shy and reserved 'Hi's that are testing the waters, to anonymous dick pics that just keep rolling in, begging for you to react even a little to the 5.6 inches they're so proud of. And you swear with your hand on your tits that Jongseong from business management is solely collateral to that hitlist of big-bulged rich kids born with spending blindness.
Though you didn't need to prove any of that to Sunghoon. Who knocked on your bedroom door like it was the end of the world that you spent Thursday night in an out-of-town restaurant instead of his Civic's cramped backseat. Talk about being overly dramatic— you're far more justified in the mental breakdown you had over a pair of platform-wedged heels than the pity-tantrum he's outwardly throwing in your room. He's barely spoken a word beyond questions that jab at your shame since he glued his back against the door's framework.
"Did he offer to pay for dinner at least?" Sunghoon kicks his foot at the two piece bikini left all mangled on the carpet of your bedroom floor. Which to his judgment, is just weakly woven fabric that roughly passes as clothing despite that all he can tell apart are two threads and a g-string.
You hum with a smile, perfectly transparent as it greedily writes across your face in bold that you've been dicked down pretty damn good by the no-name stuck-up he barely pays attention to on campus. A slightly bold remark coming from him, he does admit, considering he doesn't commingle outside of his group of just...him and Beomgyu. But he can rest assured that more girls would trip on their tongues watching him light up a cigarette than anyone would seeing Jongseong trying to 'gentleman' his way inside your cunt.
"He paid for brunch too! Like that debit card is no joke Hoon— look at my new precious pair of babies I got!" Squealing, you hop lightly on your feet with the encrusted Jimmy Choos you were practically turning your wardrobe upside down for just to rummage through the barrage of hot pinks and dusty rose. Stepping towards the mirror with your ankles flushed pale by the too-tight straps is all he needs to understand where your priorities lie. "Oh! My! Gosh! They're so cute!— I wanna name this one Leblanc and this one—"
"—You have names for your heels?"
"Duh? Jay helped me name the other pair Christina and Simmrin." His lip tugs down sourly as he crouches to loop his finger around your fuchsia bikini bottoms, bringing it slightly too close to his face when you tut at his reflection in the mirror. "Put it down Hoon, I know you want a worn pair."
As if the mention of your dirty laundry was part of his natural instinct, he's immediately making himself comfortable snapping at the band of your panties by the small bow the second he rushes over. His smile hangs as his thumb traces over the waistband, tired eyes focused on how you twitch against even the slightest trace of his touch.
"Then I want the cute pair you've got on right now doll, please." Your eyes roll to the side before stabbing your freshly-pedicured nail at the hard muscle spanning across his chest. Only to set a little distance between you as you usher him back towards his respected seat on your bed. Preferably naked of course, but having him look pretty among your plush-pink pillows and bedsheets instead of a muted-dull satisfies you enough.
With the slight jangle of your peardrop earrings, you shimmy the lavender cotton down your legs as they bunch up between your thighs. Looping them over your heels one by one before throwing them absentmindedly at his face, catching onto the few seconds the fabric hooks onto his nose before sliding down towards his lap. Plus the gross smirk that plays on his lips right after. "If you're going to jerk off with them don't cum all over my skirt right next to you!"
Sunghoon flips up the tiny cropped skirt that looks entirely flimsy in his large hands; the hem would barely reach past the curve of your ass if you wore it. "Not even a little bit? Just the hem?"
Observing the skirt now that he's struck a pretty hot deal for himself, your laugh bubbles through teasingly as you propose your own offer. "Okay fine, whatever! Just the hem. But you'll have to explain it to Jongseong if he questions it at the party. Oh! And Sakura's going to be there—"
"I'm not going." You perk at the downward spiral in tone as he tosses the skirt far across your room into the heaps of scattered clothes you groan at. Too distraught and whiny over having to dig through for the exact same skirt among piles of hoarded clothes than your friend sank into your mattress with your panties draped over his face.
"What?! No! But— Hoon you always come with me to my parties! I even let you bring Beomgyu, well — at least everyone likes you when you're there!" Betrayal swindles your expression as your brows furrow enough to pop a vein, harrowing your features while your plumping lip gloss is slowly drawn away by the graze of your teeth as you bite down on the flesh. "A-and all my friends say they want to fuck you when you’re there!" Your head grows dizzy trying to scour for any excuse to stop him from bailing on a fun night out. Because who else would let you sit on his lap when your feet start to hurt from your heels?!
"—I'm sure your little boytoy and his friends want to fuck you too. Bet you've already let Jongseong fuck your ass like a proper dumb slut." He picks your panties off his face with two fingers and turns his head to face you. Eyes deadpanned as they follow the curve of your mascara swathed lashes which bat so prettily for him. "I don't understand why you keep running to him when I'm at your beck and call."
Beginning to feel called out, you halt while trying on the new sets of lingerie. Dropping the sexy maroon that Jongseong bought you on a whim, and you accepted it gratefully without any plans of showing him how it looked on your body.
"Who said I was going to give Jongseong a second chance? You know I don't do those Hoon!" And fuck, you don't even come to realise the effect you have on him as you peer over his body dipped into the mattress. Your tits hover over him as they struggle to stay within the seams of your v-cut top, gravity practically becoming his best friend as he pauses to peer at you through the valley of your chest. "What? Don't tell me you're getting jealous over Jongseong— I mean he’s… ohmygosh you totally are!"
Your squeals override his groans as you latch yourself on top of him, arms crossed and laid flat as you lie on top, heel studded legs kicking up in the air as you try to tease an answer out of him. "You are so jealous Hoon, awwh! But you do realise that there's a line of other girls ripping out my hair for you right? I told you we’re not exclusive, you know!"
"Doesn't matter, I want you to make it up to me. Let me cum inside again, or something. Be a doll f'me won't you?" Sunghoon prods his thumb between the purse of your lips. Dragging the flesh down as he gropes his thumb along your warm gums, forcing it through your teeth as he presses down on your tongue.
God, if he didn't know any better he'd probably have you sucking him off to the bone with the tightest, little throat of yours.
You don't even read into any of his thoughts as you allow him to continue wandering through the wet muscle. Eyes wide open and hair softly dishevelled as you continue to peer at him through your lashes, only choosing to pull away when you feel the need to speak.
"Hooon! But I'm still sore from yesterday! And you came over the night before that." You're more than aware that he doesn't have a large circle of close friends by any means to be casually fucking in the same way you do. But your thighs clench together naturally upon facing him eye-to-eye to see him entirely pussy drunk. Completely absorbed inside his own headspace of pleading to fuck you through droopy sleepless eyes while his hands roam over the small of your back. “I only invited you over because you hate the losers you hang out with in central. I did tell you not to come over unless you wanted to watch me go through the new sets I bought.”
"Mmm, I know, but please angel, you can't leave me so f'cking hard after coming onto me with no panties. Just this once, pretty."
Immediately, your lips purse into a yelp as you sit right up, bare pussy practically moulding over the bulge of his dick print, dumbly whining as you try to hold back from grinding against him. "A-ah I forgot— b-but still my lingerie! I haven't finished trying them out yet Hoon!" The growing uncomplacent thought that you'll never remember to try on the new sets if you push it back any further presses a frown right across your face. Brows caving in so sweetly as you contemplate between the two, unaware of your folds building up slick against his sweats driving him to the brink of release, almost. "Can I just try on the pink set over there? I'll be quick Hoon I swear!"
Without any regard for what his answer would be, you spring back up onto your very feet, hands interchanging between the frilly violet and the baby pink lace as you bring the balconettes right up to your chest. "What do you think of this one Hoon? It's playing too much into the good girl image right? Ugh! Should I have asked Jongseong for the one in velvet instead?"
"Go for the hot pink, that fucker— ah, Jongseong knew exactly what he wanted with that." Sunghoon sits upright as he watches you dig for the set intently, holding up to the mirror and then against your body as you admire all the sheer spots.
From entirely see-through to the frilly tulle that drapes down from the bra, you make better judgement of the set as you pull the hem of your top above your head. Your fingers nimbly sweep over the clasp before letting your bra slip past your shoulders, eyeing your reflection as you pieced all the fancy threads and lacey details of the lingerie together over your body.
"Hoon? Does this look okay? I mean there's still the powder blue set I have and— hey! Hey— Hoon what are you doing?!" Kicking your heels off your ankles as you become weightless within the air only causes you to squeak out confused little whimpers as Sunghoon lifts you up. Bulked arm scooping you up by the back of your knees, hauling you slightly into the air for a brief few seconds before your cheek is pressed right up against the wall.
He plants you against the polaroids he stuck to the wallpaper, lewd shots of your cunt that you proudly put on display for every time you've let him stuff you full of his cum. The most recent being the snapshot he took with shaky hands after pounding you straight into the core of the mattress. Solely focused on breeding you with every last drop of his seed—all of which unfolded just yesterday when he made a lacklustre excuse of being in the area.
"Give me a warning the next time you lift me up, I could've chipped those heels!" You fight back your giggles as his breath hushes along your neck, knee slotted between your fleshy thighs to seat you on the broad muscle of his leg. Bodies flushed together as your perfume diffuses into his cologne, eyes expectantly batting at him when you're outwardly ripped of your breath.
By none other than Sunghoon, who's decided to get into a twist with your panties as he stretches the leg hole over your head, bunching the rest of the fabric into a wrapped fist which he tugs on your throat with.
"Talking too much— 'don't think I can hold on any longer when you're all dolled up like this." Wound snug against your neck, he pulls on the makeshift leash until the threading starts to snap. Seams coming undone at the stitching, material fraying in his hands as his knuckles burn ivory from his grip. "Watch your back, angel."
Mewling, you steady yourself onto your feet numbed by the heels you're no longer bound by. Back dipping into the unholiest arch with every last inch you could bend into being followed by a small coo from him. Ass thrusted flush against his bulge with obscene whines slipping through your clenched lips.
"Hurry up! I t-told you I made plans with Ha— mngh!" Right along the polaroids, you scratch across the blotting ink, the indent of your nails dragging down the wall from one snapshot to another with every kiss planted down your neck. "No marks on my neck Hoon, I'll kill you I swear!"
But Sunghoon never entirely complies; he equivocates and compromises with you with his actions alone. Suckling up your neck just soft enough to leave a faint patch, teasing your weak spot just between the trough of your neck and shoulder as his tongue swathes over your skin. Teeth grazing just slightly enough for you to feel the sting of pain, reminding you of just how fucking good it feels to be seen with his hickeys tattooed down your neck and chest. The way your shallow group of friends flock to you in a herd, asking and ghosting over the bruises with their fingertips. Trying to guess if it was Jongseong you were out of town with last week, or Heeseung who graduated last year. Rolling on the wheels of his Cadillac hoping to see you on your way out of your lectures still, but it's almost guaranteed that you're loitering out back with Sunghoon far from him.
Pressed against the brick in the same manner as you are now, flashing him the cutest pair of panties you bought that week with a quick flip of your skirt. All the while Beomgyu's neck is twisted to the brink of his life to pry his straying eyes away. You know what your friends think of him outside of getting into his pants; the small tricks they pull to drag you away from taking the long route around the campus grounds to see him.
Though none of it stops your waist from aching with the dent of his fingers as he draws you in closer, stabilising your hips to meet him at the crotch, still sucking lightly against your neck.
"Okayokayokay! Just don't make it super obvious that I'm seeing you again." Airy giggles blend into silent gasps that grasp for more air than the space between you allows. The frown plastered across his face grows evident against your skin as he bares his teeth on the soft flesh. Neck stung by his canines that dig so far into the back of your neck you wail at the thought of breaking skin, eyes pricking with tears as you reach out for his hand from behind.
"Mmm, anything else beautiful?"
The sudden question knocks you off guard, processing under millions of thoughts that seem to short circuit halfway, only managing to shake your head gently.
"Just be gentle Hoon." He hums against your neck with his hands caving between your thighs, fingers crawling in between them to make his way towards the apex, sliding his middle in between the slick of your folds.
"No promises angel, that means I'll get away with everything else doesn't it?" Before you could raise yourself from the arch you were folded into, Sunghoon's already ripping through the lace of your lingerie, plucking away at the straps and gnawing down at the floral embellishments as he grinds his bulge against you. Hard enough to pass off as being inside you already, huge enough to make it hurt as he continues to rut against your clit.
"Hoon! This is—!"
"Throw out all the sets he bought you. I'll fuck— I'll buy you all the ones you like doll." Scanning through the torn lingerie starting to hang bare with threads plucked out of the material, you acknowledge the waste as a one-off, complying with Sunghoon as he spins you around to face him. With your makeup done up just for him starting to fall apart as your spoiled tears begin to emulsify through the powder blush you adorned on your cheeks. And god, you're so divine among the domed pink ceiling, and champagne heels he can't bear to imagine the price tag on, thulian robe shrugged off on the floor elsewhere.
It's only necessary that he lifts you against the wall again, the elevation soaring through you as your nails dig into his bulky shoulders for support. Just about high enough for you to tower over him. Observing the glint peering through his drowsy eyes as he pushes your thighs together for him, lowering you gently as he fumbles through his sweats.
Fishing his hand beneath the waistband, he gives enough mercy to let it fall short of his knees before jutting his tip through the valley of your thighs. Groaning repeatedly as the warm plumpness squeezes him through to the very tip, suffocating his cock all around as blood tries to rush through the prominent vein. "Sweet girl, hhholy fuck, feels just like your pretty cunt." One hand of yours clutches at the pillar of the vanity right beside you, the other pinned by his to the polaroids stuck to the wallpaper as your legs bounce. Suspended in the air over his shoulder, back flush against the wall he holds you up against.
"Making all the dirtiest noises in my ear, bet Jongseong couldn't satisfy you with boring old doggy. That used to be our thing." Sunghoon glides his lips along your neck before encasing yours, tongue pushing through to kiss along your teeth and drawl against the roof of your mouth as he takes charge. "HnnghHooon—! I'm falling I—" His biceps bulge as they carry the weight of you, and your thighs fold into your stomach as he shrugs your legs to fit more comfortably over his shoulder blade.
Your teeth nearly clamp down on his tongue when his hand untangles from your fingers to yank at the sheer bra that the lingerie encases you with. Perked nipples indirectly begging for him to appeal to, still puffy from the teasing all throughout yesterday.
Sunghoon tugs on the panties wrapped around your neck once more, cock throbbing as it pulses through your thighs, fixated on how your eyes widen at the sudden constriction around your neck. You gasp and falter slightly, eyes blinking with purging tears as your brows sink so pitifully he can't help but loosen the choking slightly. Though your thighs tense on cue as if to plead with him to tighten it again.
"O-ohmygod." Clenching your teeth together, you attempt to refrain from spilling your moans across your echoey bedroom the second your good sex charm latches himself onto your chest. Which ultimately works until he starts to swirl the tip of his tongue around the sensitive bud, nipping at it gently to facade the ulterior tug to your nipples coming next. Teething along the nub as he continues to jam his cock through your meaty thighs, drenching them in your slick as the underside glides up from between your folds and protrudes out the top.
You spit onto his flushed pink tip as it parts its way between your thighs. Foreskin pushed up as he slows down in the middle of where your warm skin fully encases him, then unravelling the tip as it emerges to catch onto the glob of spit that trails down your pelvis.
It's lewd. Almost too fucking lewd for even Jongseong to compete with, so gentle with you throughout the night as if you were made of porcelain when Sunghoon's practically ravaging through you like a starved beast. Targeting every sweet spot he's learned to date: the shell of your ear, your inner thighs that twitch with every drag of his cock, and your arching back when he rubs his fingers up your spine. How could you not give him a second, or third, and now the 24th chance to please you real good?
When he speaks out every unscrupulous thought that surges through him without a filter, setting himself miles apart from the guys who think you're too poised and pretty to hear anything dirtier than your cunt feeling like atonement personified. And while you might be bird brained altogether and possibly the bluntest tool in the shed, you know best how much it turns you on when Sunghoon's breathing is jagged and rough from exertion.
"Would be a waste to throw all these sets away— maybe I should cum all over them before returning them to Jongseong, hm?" Pathetic mewls paired with your manicured nails pawing down his chest is all that tells him he's right in his judgement that you wanted to show him off. Your eyes glistening with curiosity as the explicit image of his cock shoving between your thighs as the head brushes over your puffy clit burns its sigil into your memory.
"Hoon please— inside! Fffuck! Wanna feel you inside alreadyngh—"
And who is Sunghoon to deny you when you ask so sweetly for him? Listening to your every word as he lowers your legs from his shoulder tops and holds your feigning balance as your feet reach the ground. It's only a matter of seconds before he's lifting you up again, legs wrapped around either side of him while his hair tickles along your jaw. Messy and unruly, and outgrown despite you telling him he needed a trim. But you'll be the first to admit there's nothing hotter than Sunghoon's hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, or the silver necklace that sweeps across his collar bones and swings into your chest when he’s fucking you.
The stretch of his cock as the fat tip prods at your entrance is impossible to ignore when it splits your folds completely. With any mention of a condom being forbidden between you ever since you first let him ditch it last month. Wanting to feel the raw ridge of his dick as it protrudes through your clenching walls, trying to soothe the ache of the stretch as he sheaths himself fully.
"Hah— pussy's so f'cking perfect, I'm addicted baby, don't know what to do." Burying his forehead into your chest, his sighs grow shaky as he gives himself time to simmer inside the warmth of your cunt while you whimper around every throb of his cock inside of you. Your heart skips a beat when the pulse sends a shockwave through your nerves as his tip closes in on your cervix, nudging snug at the boundary that tears pierce your eyes over. "Such a good girl, wouldn't mind if you slut yourself to me a little more often trying on lingerie while I'm here."
Shaking your head no as a rebuttal to his uncivilised claims, your tongue glides along your lips nervously; the lip gloss from before having since wiped off. A slight miscalculation in your movement causes your back to arch further into him, eyes squinting at the sudden shift in depth as you feel him impossibly deeper within. Cock pressed upright against you as the pressure of him stretching you out catalyses with every grunt as he finally snaps his hips. "Mmmngh!— Hoon this feels weird y-you're—"
"Too deep? You're swallowing me whole, angel. Look at you..h-holy shit." Sunghoon swallows with a gulp as he fucks into your cunt. Head not knowing whether to choose between throwing itself back in pure bliss as you clench around him in hopes of adjusting to the profound girth, or leaning forward to smother his face into your pretty tits.
Your eyes flutter shut aside from the few attempts to peek through your lashes at the way you encase him completely. Puffy folds spreading and stretching around his cock as the fat base pummels through, coated in shameful slick that glistens around your dripping cunt. So shameful it only makes your walls tighten at the sight.
"Thought I stretched you loose enough yesterday and ngh— now look at you. Seems like I'll have to come back every day before Jongseong's party until he takes the fucking hint, hm?"
To anyone who knows Sunghoon, in which everyone does despite their hostility, they’ll know that Sunghoon plays dirty. Doing anything that'll land him in the position he's in right now. Buried so deep inside of your cunt he's afraid he'll pierce right through, and hell, he'd beg you for an eternity with longing pleas just to see a wet patch through your panties.
With every brutish thrust that follows the calculated rhythm of his hips, your face contorts into every sinful expression that he'd be able to find on the thumbnail of his favourite porn clips. From studio shot roleplays to 720p sex tapes recorded on a bedside table— he's probably rotted his brain with the number of times he's imagined you all ruined and unkempt once he's completely bottomed out inside of your cunt. Wanting nothing more than to have your walls carved out into a custom pocket-pussy he can carry with him anywhere, fucking into the silicone to reminisce about the way you clamp down on him with such vigour.
"A—ah! I told you to be g-gentle Hoon hnghh! Slow downmph!" You're interrupted by the plough of his two fingers inside your mouth. Pressing flat down onto your tongue to keep it in place, shutting you up as he begins to regulate his pace. Which you'll come to regret the second he begins to administer straight torture through the lengthy drag of his cock through your cunt. Making sure you memorise every coarse ridge that runs along it as he moulds your walls with every delayed thrust, stopping just before his tip breaches towards your cervix when you whine at the loss of contact.
"What's that doll? Have something to say?" Once again, his thumb plucks on the loose fabric of the panties wrapped around your neck. Tugging it towards him as he shoves his fingers further down your throat, laughing as he hears the obscene gag that pursues. He adores the pleasured tears brimming in your tear ducts as he chokes around your neck again with the panties that have now been soaked in your drool. A rogue montage of your tangled hair and ruined makeup with your spit catching the light of your mini-chandelier as it drips down your chin. Mixing with the same explicit virtues as his attention is drawn by your juices splattered all over your inner thigh. Cock gushing out projectiles of your wetness with every reluctant pull out of your cunt.
He warps your walls with every patronising rut, a smile beaming across his face that only makes you want to smudge it off him, considering you're frustrated with every substandard thrust he's given you since slowing down. Especially when you were damn well nearing bliss every time he struck the gummy clump of nerves that shot your lust-filled eyes back into a roll.
So you protest him to the best of your ability, clenching around his cock to squeeze out every last inch of him and his proximity. Sucking around his fingers as you mimic the sloppiest artwork of a blowjob around them, lips pursed and plump with your tongue swirling circular around the index and middle. Your moans tweak into a higher pitch, more frequent and whiny as you fake exaggerated whimpers in between real ones to make his cock jump. Doll-like eyes luring him in to give you everything you want, anytime you want. Exploiting his soft spot for your pretty tear-stained face as vibrations from your needy hums strum over his fingers.
"Dirty fucking slut— is this how you've been treating Jongseong lately? Is that why he's been getting on my nerves slinging you around his arm like you're his?" Sunghoon doesn't mean to get all handsy and bothered by who you're seeing aside from him, but he doesn't even try to fight the urge to kiss his teeth before he's making rounds to suckle on your neck again. Littering his marks selfishly along your neck as you continue to whimper for him through muffled sobs and cries with every envious throttle of his cock past your bruising cunt. Clit starting to ache and harden as you near your high embarrassingly fast with each bump of his tip against the nub whenever he pulls out too far. Only being able to satiate himself with the loss of warmth by slamming his tip right back in with ruthless strokes to make up for himself.
"Mmgonna cumpgh!" Unable to constrict your moans, you gasp around his fingers, trying to force coherent words out aside from the muffles. Not that Sunghoon needed to hear you verbally to understand, he knows all too well the routine when your heels dig into his lower back. Drawing your bodies closer together until he doesn't have the space to pull out any further than repeatedly bullying your spongy walls, eyes growing heavy with lust as he loses himself within the warmth.
"Ffffuck doll, you're gonna let me cum inside again? Not satisfied enough from yesterday?" Sunghoon withdraws his fingers with a string of saliva connecting you, brows furrowed as he waits for your answer patiently. He's only worried about not being able to hold on for long enough at the rate you're throbbing around him right now.
"Don't want you t' pull out Hoon, ohmygod—! Can't waste a drop—"
Sure, he heard the main gist of your sentence, but Sunghoon's already spilling his load into you as spurts of warm cum start to squelch in the confined space his cock is already taking up. Strokes pledging to fill you completely with his seed as he ushers to purge in every drop. Even going as far as to stuff his hands inside of your swollen entrance to fuck any spillages back in.
Too focused on the shockwaves of pleasure soaring through your body as your legs start to drop numb and weak from the ultimatum of an orgasm, you don't acknowledge the figure who's walked into your room.
Neither can you tell how long Park Jongseong's been standing at the door to your bedroom, eyeing your pinned body held up by Sunghoon's arms until he announced himself with the shattering of a glass. Sonorous with disbelief as he watches Sunghoon completely feign ignorance of him. Continuing to fuck his seed into you as you asked him to ever so sweetly when you're suddenly laughing off the awkwardness off your shoulders.
"Hi— Jongseong! Are we...still up for brunch next Saturday?"
Synopsis: Who better to comfort you after your heart break over an unrequited love that your best friend, Euijoo? And who better to take your virginity as well?
Pairing: best friend Euijoo x fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), oral (f receiving), fingering, virginity loss (f), corruption kink, dom!euijoo, sub!reader, big dih euijoo my beloved, SIZE KINK, a bit of dumbification?, pervert euijoo, panty sniffing yay, masturbation (m), reader is ultra feminine and lowkey dumb asf i would be too for euijoo, euijoo lowkey toxic af but we love him, Nicholas slander sorry bby i love you, not proofread gomenesai
A/N: anon deserves head for requesting this I FUCKING LOVE THIS FIC best thing i've put out till date no i will not take any arguments. legit got the worst writer's block on this but the power of byun euijoo's cheeks coursed through my clit and i finished it. Panty sniffer euijoo is something I never thought I'd be turned on by but hey here we are my pussy is ready to be bred euijoo. As always, enjoy, my sweethearts!
Word Count: 12.9k (romance babes romance)
Your friends knew, your brother knew, the grocery store cashier knew, the milky way and her children knew. Practically the entire universe knew of your crush on Wang Yixiang.
So it was one of two options: either he was dumb as fuck or you just weren’t his type.
Yeah, there was no way it would be the second option.
As pathetic and disappointing to feminism as it seemed, you had somewhat molded yourself to fit his type. Maybe not his type exactly, but at least a version that could talk to him as easily as the cicadas talked to the morning. The type that could slap his arm playfully when he made a joke and giggle a giggle that would sound like cherry coke. The type that wore baggy jeans and layered belts, just like him. The type that wasn't a quiet, withdrawn bitch that didn't talk to anybody, wrapped in her own ribbons and lace. The type that would be loud.
So when the day died out and you came back home, exhausted from your fictitious persona, you found solace in the one person that knew the true you.
“You look ridiculous with that on.” Euijoo chuckled, watching you wipe away your dark eyeliner—something you barely wore, “I’m surprised he didn't ask if you’re possessed, love."
“Shut up.” You said, glancing at him in the vanity mirror. He was leaning back against the headboard of your bed, one arm thrown over his head lazily, while the other went back to scrolling on his phone, “And he did compliment me today, you absolute dick.”
“You call that a compliment?” Euijoo laughed, throwing his phone down and sitting up, looking at your concentrated face in the mirror removing your makeup. Cute, Euijoo thought. His eyes briefly went down to your thighs in your shorts and then up, thankfully you didn't notice.
Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents. Confessing to his best friend who he had been thirsting over (and masturbating to the image of) ever since last summer was not one of them.
In his defence however……ok he had no defense. Other than the fact that you were the most angelic person he had ever laid his eyes on. And god bless his heart (and dick), the poor boy had had a crush on you since 11th grade.
He knew it would be like all those books you read, the ones in which the guy is whole heartedly, heart-poundingly, cock-crushingly in love with the female lead, who ends up with somebody else. The second male lead syndrome, as you called it, passionately declaring that you would always love the second male lead more.
Euijoo wanted to stand in front of you with a spray painted sign that read “I am your IRL second male lead.”
What on earth did Yixiang even have that he didn't? Apart from the bad-boy look, the beautifully dyed blonde hair, the piercings, the tattoos that he designed himself, the motorbike, the cool sneakers, the–
Euijoo was beginning to see why.
He hadn't noticed it at first, though in hindsight to him now, it was scathingly obvious. The way you asked about Yixiang like nobody else mattered, the way you laughed a little harder at his very unfunny jokes, the way you lingered just a second too long when he was near, the way your voice softened when you said his name. Euijoo used to be the only one who’d hear that sweet tone of yours.
When you had first confided in him about your earth shattering obsession for Yixiang, he wanted to laugh. You two were polar opposites, oil and water. Of course, opposites do attract but you needed to have a common base first—and there were barely any similarities between you two. You guys didn’t even like the same genre of music!
And then when he brought it up, you only laughed (your pretty little laugh) and told him about your plan. Authenticity be fucked, he recalled you saying, all you needed to do was get Yixiang interested. Euijoo would have been lying if he said he didn't feel a bit sorry for you.
If he knew anything about Yixiang, he knew that he wasn’t the type to fall for girls like you. Honey-sweet girls, pale blue ribbons in your hair, starry eyes that looked up at him in a way that made him want to drop to his knees and worship. Honey sweet girls who lived in the clouds and in words, who couldn't handle the emotions that came with being heart-broken.
Euijoo knew you could protect yourself, that you were a woman with a fully functioning brain, but he also couldn't bear the image of you sobbing your heart out the day Yixiang eventually rejected you. He knew he couldn't predict the future and there could be a sliver of a chance for the both of you—but in his humble, knowledgeable opinion, that sliver was smaller than his will to live.
But deep inside, he wanted Yixiang to reject you. He wanted so badly for you to come home to him as you always did, for you to sit down on his bed and ask with those pretty pink lips to have him hold you in his arms as you cried into his chest. It scared him sometimes how badly he wanted such a cruel thing.
But could he really be blamed? When you fit so beautifully in his arms like you were made for his solace alone, like you two were matching puzzle pieces? When he was the only one who knew the deepest, darkest parts of you? When he was the one who had always been there, through desert and storm? Euijoo was a man of many philosophies. At least ninety percent of them revolved around you.
“You coming to Yixiang’s party on the 14th?” You asked, crawling up the bed to reach him, sitting on your knees in front of him. Your shorts barely covered your thighs, a strap of your camisole was slipping off of your shoulder and you were looking at him like he held the world in his arms. How was a man supposed to survive?
“Maybe.” Euijoo hummed, tossing his phone to the side and patting the space beside him, which you quickly occupied, immediately curling into his chest.
You stayed like that for a while, neither of you saying a word, just staring off into space as time ticked away. Euijoo wanted this moment to last forever, just the two of you pressed together like the stars pressed against the dark sky, one of your legs thrown across his, your tits very visible to him as you rested your head on his chest.
“What’s that pretty little head thinking about, hmm love?” He said soothingly, running his slender fingers through your hair. He felt you exhale shakily against him.
“I think…” You started, then you sat up, turning around to face him again, “I’m gonna tell him in two days.” Euijoo stared at you blankly for about ten seconds, as if trying to get your words to penetrate his mind, “Oh don’t look at me like that Ju.” You chuckled, looking down at your fiddling fingers, “If not now, when?”
Euijoo kept staring, with that peculiar look in his eyes that you just couldn't figure out. That look in his eyes that always looked like a night sky enveloping a thunderstorm. You told him that once and he had laughed awkwardly, excusing himself to go get a bottle of water.
“In two days?” Euijoo said at last, sitting up to lean his back against the headboard, “At the party?” His voice was quieter than usual, as you nodded meekly, “I see…”
“That’s all you have to say?” You tilted your head at him, playfully reaching out a hand to grab his chin and tilt his face around, “Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?”
Euijoo’s soft smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he took your hand in his, rubbing circles over your wrist with his thumb. He stared at your joined hands for a while, his breath even and steady as he refused to meet your gaze.
“Ju?” You said gently, “Ju, what is it?” You slowly brought your joined hands up, resting your cheek in his palm. Oh this girl, Euijoo thought, letting out a shuddered breath as he saw how you were looking at him. He tried hard not to let his gaze flicker down.
“It’s nothing, love.” He said, his tone tranquil, “I just….” A breath, “Are you sure? Like a hundred percent sure?” He laughed at your offended expression, shifting closer, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you love, that’s it.”
“Bad?” You said, with a curious tint in your voice, “Why would anything bad happen?”
Because Yixiang doesn't like you.
Euijoo wanted to scream it out, cradle your face in his hands and tell you those five magical words. He didn’t care if it hurt you even more than whatever Yixiang would say; he didn’t care if this one fuck up got him barred from hearing your angelic voice ever again.
But like all men, he held his tongue.
“It’s probably nothing, I’m just worrying too much.” Euijoo laughed, settling down again, holding out his hand to pull you back for cuddles, “You know how I am, don’t you?”
“That I do.” You giggled, happily going back to your cuddling position, “We can get ready together on the 14th and I can show you what I got for Yixiang.”
“Of course, love.” Euijoo hummed, closing his eyes to allow his mind a second of peace. Which he failed to attain, his mind sending him the most outrageous scenarios ever of the events that would transpire tomorrow.
How slowly the night did fall today.
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“Teach me how to kiss.”
Byun Euijoo’s cause of death would have been asphyxiation if you didn't slap him on the back to push the popcorn lodged in his throat out.
“Is this because I said your scarves are ugly.” Euijoo said, rubbing his chest as he put the popcorn bowl down to avoid any more accidents, “Is this my karma?”
“You’re so dramatic.” You said, pausing the show on the tv and turning to face him on the couch. You took both his hands in yours and stared at him with a seriousness that could have rivalled a professor’s, “I need you to teach me how to kiss so that I don’t fuck it up with Yixiang.”
“Are you hearing yourself right now?” Euijoo said, running a hand through his hair, “We don’t even know what Yixiang is gonna say to you.”
“Are you saying you don’t have faith in my plan?” You said, with a pout on your lips, “You don’t trust me, Ju?”
“Of course I trust you but—”
“Then teach me.” Your faces were mere inches apart in seconds, “Teach me how to kiss.” You crossed your arms and looked at him with challenging eyes, “Or do you not love me anymore?”
It's because I love you, you idiot.
Euijoo sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. What had life even come to? What had he done in the past for the universe to serve him this—the woman he loved asking him to teach her how to kiss—on a silver platter? Euijoo wouldn't have minded if death came for him at that moment.
“Fine.”
“Really?” You said excitedly, clapping your hands together, “You’re the best Euijoo has anybody told you that.”
“Yeah yeah I know.” Euijoo let out a breathy chuckle. What the actual fuck was he doing? Practically every remaining inch of logic in him was screaming at him to get up and drown himself in a lake, but here he was, breathing in deeply to remind himself how to kiss. He hadn't done it in quite a while—his last casual hookup was perhaps five months ago.
"Alright, first things first. You need to relax." He moved his hands from yours to your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze before trailing his touch down your arms. "Tension is said to be the enemy of a good kiss."
“Who says that—”
“Do you want to learn or not?”
You rolled your eyes, nevertheless nodding, feeling your muscles loosen under his ministrations. Euijoo smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, gaze flickering down to your lips.
“Good, now close your eyes.” He waited until you did, then leaned in close. His breath ghosted over your lips as he spoke softly, “Now just…..picture Yixiang if it makes this easier.”
Euijoo mentally slammed his head against a pole when he heard himself say that. ‘If it makes this easier’, who the fuck even says that?
You cracked a mischievous eye open, trying to keep a smile in, when you saw how close Euijoo was, there was barely any air between you two.
“Arms on my shoulders.” He said, you felt him shudder a bit when you followed his instructions but that could have been a figment of your imagination. His hand creeped uncertainly to rest on your thigh. Slowly, he leaned in, giving you ample time to pull away. You didn't.
Euijoo tasted like cherry cola, fizzy and electric against your lips, though his lips were soft and warm as they moved on yours like a choreographed dance. You breathed shakily into the kiss and he intertwined his fingers in yours.
“Slow down, love.” He murmured, not opening his eyes, “We don’t have anywhere to be.” Euijoo's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin.
In all honesty, he could have evaporated into the air right there and then. The taste of you drove him insane, sweet—oh so fucking sweet, honey straight from the comb on a spring evening, when the scent of lilacs would fill the air and there would be butterflies everywhere.
In shorter words, Byun Euijoo’s cock was screaming at him to take care of it.
“Hmm, like this?” You mumbled, and then his world came crashing down when you moved forward, practically settling yourself into his lap.
Euijoo swallowed hard, his pulse jumping at the feel of your soft curves settling into his lap. The heat of your body seeped through the fabric of his shorts, making his already throbbing cock twitch with renewed interest. He knew he should put a stop to this before it went too far, but damn if he could find the strength to do so. Not when you felt this good in his arms.
“Yeah.” He pulled back, eyes tracing over, god fuck him you were still looking at him with those innocent eyes, “Just….he might do something like this too.”
His hands slid around to the small of your back, holding you close as he went in for another one, a deeper kiss. His tongue delved past your parted lips to stroke along yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless.
“Oh…” You said, finally ending the kiss after a long moment.
“Not bad for a first timer.” Euijoo teased, “But love, could you maybe get off now?” He raised a brow as you blinked at him, once, twice and then scrambled off his lap.
“Sorry about that.” You laughed awkwardly, “Just felt I should do that for some reason.”
“I’m sure he’d love it.” Euijoo said, how the actual hell did you not sense the tone of his voice?
“Really?” Your eyes lit up, light and giddy, “Thank you so much Ju!” You flung your arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. Euijoo wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. As he always did, of course. As all best friends do!
“Wanna play some League?” You said, withdrawing from the hug.
“Sure, love.”
As all best friends fucking do.
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Euijoo leaned back in his gaming chair with a heavy sigh, tossing his headset aside after a late night gaming session. He had left your house at 7 pm, walking back home with barely a brain cell left in him. You had kissed his cheek before he left as you always did, but this time, it inflamed every single molecule that made up his being. He spread his legs wide, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling.
The beautiful flesh of your thighs, the curve of your neck where it met your shoulders, that look in your eyes, the taste of you….
Euijoo pushed himself up, walking to his closet. Opening it, he bent down to his knees and reached deep inside, shuffling his hand around till his fingers grazed it.
He slowly pulled it out and sighed, sitting on his knees on the floor as he stared at it, his cock already straining against his shorts. You must have bought this one on sale, you never really liked it much, which explained why you didn't notice when it went missing from your house.
Euijoo climbed onto his bed, bringing the pair of baby-pink cotton panties up to his face. He buried his nose into the soft fabric, letting the scent fill his senses. God it smelled exactly like you, so fucking honey sweet.
Euijoo breathed in deeply, savoring your intoxicating scent that clung to the delicate fabric. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the lingering traces of your perfume and the musk of your arousal. Would you have worn this when you let your pretty little fingers linger to your sweet cunt? The heady aroma sent a jolt of electric desire straight to his throbbing cock, making it pulse with need.
He brought the panties to his mouth, running his tongue along the crotch. The salty-sweet taste burst across his taste buds, making him groan. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold as he pictured you spread out beneath him, flushed and panting with desire.
In his mind's eye, Euijoo could see every curve of your luscious body, from your gorgeous breasts down to the enticing cleft between your thighs. He ached to bury his face in your slick folds, to lap at your dripping pussy until you were writhing and screaming his name.
As he lost himself in the erotic daydream, Euijoo fumbled with the button of his shorts, shoving them down just enough to free his straining erection. His fingers curled around his thick shaft, giving it a firm stroke as he imagined how good it would feel to drive deep inside your tight heat.
Euijoo shuddered, picturing your breathy moans as he rocked into you, stretching you open on his hard length. He could feel your velvet walls gripping him, trying to milk his cock for all he was worth. He chuckled as he imagined your mouth falling open in an ‘o’, your nails drawing blood on his back. With each mental thrust, he pumped his hand faster along his pulsing flesh, racing towards his climax.
Tension coiled tight in Euijoo's belly as he fucked into his fist with short, sharp strokes. He could almost hear your keening cries, feel your fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into you with desperate abandon.
With a strangled groan, Euijoo threw his head back as pleasure crashed over him in intense waves. His cock jerked in his grasp as he shuddered through each pulse of his orgasm, picturing your face contorted in ecstasy as you came undone beneath him.
Finally spent, Euijoo collapsed back on the bed, his chest heaving as he gulped down air. He knew it wasn't the real thing, but damn if jerking off to thoughts of you didn't make for one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Fuck…” He said softly, tossing the panties below his bed. With a blissful sigh, he let the post-orgasmic haze pull him under into a deep, satiated slumber.
Sweet, honey filled slumber.
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Euijoo often thought before he acted, a rare quality among human beings nowadays. However, there were rare occasions where he didn’t do that, the keyword being rare.
And today was one of those rare occasions! How fun!
God damn his cock controlled brain—the version which only operated when he was around you—for saying yes to you asking him to help you pick out a dress for the party. Euijoo dressed casually, just a pair of blue jeans and a yellow shirt that fit him tight at the chest.
You, on the other hand, were throwing out the shortest dresses from the depths of your closet. And Euijoo was only a man.
“This one?” You said, looking up and down at yourself in the mirror, glancing at Euijoo sprawled out on the bed behind you, “Don’t say it looks good, you’ve said the same thing for the last five dresses!”
“Have you ever considered the fact that it's because you look good in all of them?”
“Flattery won’t get you out of this, Byun.” You said, spinning around to face him, “Now look properly and tell me which one!”
Whichever one would keep you here and away from confessing to Yixiang.
Euijoo’s eyes raked up and down, admiring the way the short silver dress hugged every curve of your body, cutting off right at your mid thigh, the thin straps showing off your shoulders beautifully. Thank god his hand was covering his crotch.
“Doesn’t Yixiang wear a lot of red?” Euijoo said, throwing an arm over his head, feigning exhaustion, “I think the velvet one would do.”
“You’re actually a genius.” You said, crossing over to pick up the discarded red dress lying on the floor, calling out to you like gold to a midas, “And stop sulking Ju, you agreed to this on your own volition.”
“I call it manipulation.” Euijoo called out, watching you slip into the bathroom to change. As soon as you were gone, his hand worked on his crotch, slowly palming his cock through the fabric. Hopefully, there weren't any hidden cameras in this room, he thought, glancing suspiciously at your teddy bears sitting on the shelf.
“Ok what do we think?”
Euijoo needed to dip his head into a bucket of ice water and never come up for air ever again.
The delicate fabric clung to your curves in all the right places, the neckline just low enough to be enticing—a faux vixen’s play. It nipped at your waist before flaring out slightly at the hips. Euijoo’s gaze trailed over your bare shoulders,, a shiver running down his spine as heat flushed through him.
“Hello? Earth to Byun Euijoo.” You laughed, catching your reflection in the mirror, a thrill of excitement running through you at the thought of seeing Yixiang’s eye at the party. You twirled once in front of the full-length mirror, the skirt flaring out around your thighs.
“Y-Yeah. You look good.” He said, clearing his throat, “We should go or we’ll be stuck in traffic again.” He quickly moved off the bed, his jaw clenched, pulse point in his neck fluttering away.
Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents. Hiding his very large boner perfectly from his best friend was one of them.
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Wang Yixiang—resident ‘bad boy’ of the town, prominent motorcyclist, occasional tattoo artist and so much more. He was the kind of guy who could command the attention of a room without breathing a single word, splitting the ocean of a crowd in half wherever he walked in.
Euijoo knew him to be a good person; they had made quick friends after a week of being in the same basketball team. Sure, Yixiang teased the hell out of him, always with that crooked grin and sharp tongue, but there was always something warm beneath it all—a brother he could trust.
And even when this entire situation with you and him arose, Euijoo never felt any animosity towards him. Was it because he knew deep underneath that Yixiang’s type wasn't you? Perhaps. But he was also too good of a friend to feel anything like that.
However, as he stood in the crowded room now, party lights flashing in bursts of violet, blue and gold across faces known and unknown, Euijoo couldn’t help the slow, ugly coil tightening in his chest.
Jealousy.
What a foolish emotion that mortals had.
It sat there, heavy and unrelenting, tightening with every second he spent watching you. You stood near the edge of the living room, just far enough from the chaos to not be swallowed by it completely.
The party itself felt alive in a way that was almost overwhelming—music blasting loud enough to blur thought, bass vibrating through the floor and up his spine. The walls pulsed with shifting lights, casting everyone in flashes of color that made moments feel fragmented, like scenes spliced together too quickly. Someone had opened the windows, but the air was still thick—warm with bodies, laughter, the faint sting of alcohol, and the lingering sweetness of someone’s perfume.
And Euijoo could still pick you out from the chaos effortlessly. And you looked—
He swallowed.
He shouldn't have recommended that dress, if he knew it would make him want to faint and die every time he caught sight of your thighs.The soft fabric of your dress caught the light every time you moved, your hair falling just right over your shoulders.
You laughed at something your friend said, tilting your head slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners—but even that laugh felt distracted, like it didn’t fully belong to the moment. Your fingers traced the rim of your cup absentmindedly, your weight shifting from one foot to the other, like you were waiting for something.
Or someone.
Euijoo leaned back against the wall, a red cup of god knows what held up absentmindedly. He hadn't taken a sip in fifteen minutes now, choosing to alternate his gaze from you to the man you were looking at.
Yixiang stood across the corner of the room, leaning against the wall like he owned the entire world.
Someone was saying something animatedly to him, hands moving fast, but Yixiang only half-listened, head tipped, one foot braced on the wall, gaze distant. He looked effortlessly put together—leather jacket on a tanktop, hands decorated with rings galore, a lazy kind of confidence that made people orbit him without trying.
Someone said something that made the group laugh, and Yixiang’s lips curved, that small, knowing smirk that made people lean in closer. Euijoo saw it happen in real time—the way your attention slipped mid-conversation, drawn like gravity across the room. It was subtle, anyone else might have missed it. But he never missed anything about you.
Euijoo exhaled sharply through his nose, looking at the way your shoulders eased, the way your lips parted just slightly, the way something warm and hopeful flickered through your eyes. His chest tightened painfully.
Euijoo tipped his head back, glancing at the ceiling before closing his eyes, poking the inner side of his cheek with his tongue. His mind ran back to the way you had rambled about your plan to confess to Yixiang.
“I made this.” You said, a little breathless, like you were both proud and nervous at the same time, “I’m gonna give it to him and the party and then tell him.”
Euijoo stared at the bracelet—handmade, thread woven carefully, colours chosen just perfect, small details that made it feel you. Soft and earnest in a way that made it impossible to ignore.
“He mentioned once,” You continued quickly, like you needed to justify it, “that he likes this kind of stuff. Not, like, in a serious way, just—he said it offhand, but I remembered and I thought—” You stopped yourself, laughing a little, embarrassed, “I don’t know. Is it stupid?”
You sat cross-legged on the bed, sunlight spilling in through the window. It caught in your hair, outlining you like painters outlined their muses in loving, golden light.
“He’d love it.” Euijoo finally said, heart going to his stomach at your sweet smile, “I’m sure he would.”
There had been a moment, small and fragile, where Euijoo could have said something, anything to stop you. But he just nodded away and ruffled your hair.
The memory faded slower than he wanted it to, bleeding back into the present. Euijoo opened his eyes again, the noise of the party crashing back in all at once—music, laughter, voices, light. His gaze found you again.
You were saying something now, animated, your hands moving as you talked, and your friend laughed again. Your attention flickered, split between the conversation and the figure across the room, waiting for the right moment.
Euijoo’s hands curled into loose fists at his sides. He could walk over, say something, distract you, stop this before it happened, maybe threaten arson. But he didn’t move, staying right where he was, swallowing the jealousy burning like hellfire in his throat. He merely watched as you fiddled with the bracelet in your hand, waiting for the remainder of the crowd around Yixiang to disperse.
The crowd didn’t leave all at once. It thinned slowly, like a tide pulling back—one person dragged away by a friend, another distracted by a call, a couple disappearing toward the balcony. The laughter around him dulled, the tight circle loosening until it finally broke apart.
And then he was alone. Well, as alone as someone like Wang Yixiang could be at his own party.
Jackpot!
He still leaned against the wall, a red cup in his hand, head tipped slightly as he looked down at it like he had forgotten it was there. The lights flickered over him in uneven colors, catching on the metal of his rings, tracing the line of his jaw, dipping into the hollow of his collarbone where his tank top hung loose.
For a second, you just stood there watching—entranced by his beauty. Your heart thudded so loudly it almost drowned out the music, your grip tightening around the bracelet in your hand. You could feel the threads press into your palm, grounding and terrifying all at once.
This was it—your moment to be the Echo to his Narcissus. Before you could think too hard, before doubt could creep in and ruin everything—you moved. One step, then another; you weaved through the remaining people, barely registering the way shoulders brushed yours. Because all you could see was him.
And then you were there.
Oh fucking lord here you were.
Close enough to notice the faint scent of something clean and sharp, close enough to see the small details—the faint smudge of ink near his wrist, the way his lashes cast shadows when he blinked. Even the lord couldn't save you now. You adjusted your hair and moved.
“Hey.” You said, voice coming out softer (and shakier) than you intended. Yixiang looked up. For a split second, his expression was unreadable—like he was pulling himself out of wherever his thoughts had been. And then recognition settled in, easy and familiar.
“Oh,” He said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, “Hi there.” God he sounded so fucking hot, that effortless shift in his attention once it fully settled on you, “You’re here.”
You huffed out a small, nervous laugh. “Should I not be?”
“Mmhh, Euijoo usually tells me when he brings you along, so I’m just surprised.” He tilted his head, “Nice dress, you look cute.” Your cheeks warmed.
Godpleasefuckingsaveme.
You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly hyper-aware of everything—your posture, your voice, the way your fingers tightened around the bracelet.
“You too.” You managed, "It's a uhh…a good party.” Who the actual fuck even says that?
“Yeah?” He glanced around briefly, like he was seeing it for the first time. “Bit loud, though.”
“A bit,” You agreed, smiling. There was a beat, not too awkward. You were used to such silences between you and him.
Yixiang shifted, pushing himself off the wall fully this time. “You want something to drink?” He asked, lifting his cup slightly before glancing at it and making a face. “Actually—don’t take this. I have no idea what this is.”
You laughed, the sound easing some of the tension in your chest. “That doesn’t sound very reassuring.”
“C’mon,” He said, nodding his head toward the kitchen. “I’ll get you something that won’t kill you.”
You hesitated for half a second (could he get his fine ass in your life) and then nodded.
You followed him through the crowd, the space parting for him without effort. It was quieter in the kitchen, the music more muffled, replaced by the low hum of the fridge and the occasional clatter of someone passing through.
Yixiang moved easily, grabbing a bottle from the counter, reaching for a clean cup. “What do you want?” He asked, glancing back at you.
“Um—anything’s fine.”
“Dangerous answer, sweetheart.” He muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he poured something anyway, sliding the cup toward you.
“Thanks.” You wrapped your fingers around it, but didn’t drink, mind lingering on the way his veins flexed as he closed the bottle.
Your attention wavered to the bracelet in your other hand. You tried to keep it casual, resting it loosely against your side, but you could feel it like it weighed a hundred pounds.
Say it.
Not yet.
Say it now!
Wait.
Yixiang leaned back against the counter this time, mirroring how he had stood earlier, one hand resting beside him. “You good?” He asked, eyes flicking briefly to your face. “You look like you’re thinking really hard about something.”
“Is it that obvious?” You let out a small breath, laughing nervously.
“Little bit.” He said and your heart pounded.
Just do it!
“Actually,” you started, your voice catching before you steadied it, “I…..I made something.” His gaze dropped immediately to your hand.
“The thing you’ve been holding onto like your life depends on it?” Yixiang asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
You groaned softly. “Please don’t say it like that.”
“Sorry, sorry.” He huffed out a quiet laugh, “Let me see?” Your fingers tightened for just a second before you stepped forward (an unnecessary step) and held it out to him.
Yixiang took it carefully, more careful than you expected, his rings cool against your skin as his fingers brushed yours, your brain almost stopped.
“You made this?” he asked, the teasing edge in his expression softened, something more thoughtful settling in its place as he turned the bracelet slightly between his fingers, tracing the threads, the details.
“Yeah,” you said, suddenly very aware of the distance between you. “I—um—I remembered you said you liked stuff like that, so I thought—”
“It’s nice,” he cut in gently.
Your breath hitched. Tension is the enemy of a good kiss.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nodded once, still looking at it. “It’s…..really nice.” Relief bloomed in your chest, warm and bright and terrifying all at once.
“This is for me?” he asked, glancing back up at you. You nodded, a small pause. “What’s the occasion?”
And there it was. Your moment of salvation.
Your stomach flipped. Your fingers curled slightly around your cup, grounding yourself as you forced the words past the sudden tightness in your throat.
“I just—” you started, then stopped, letting out a breath. “I wanted to tell you something.”
“Oookay.” Yixiang drawled, expression not changing, “Go on, I’m listening.” You swallowed.
Now.
“I like you,” You said, the words rushing out before you could stop them. “I have for a while, actually, and I just—I wanted you to know. And I thought maybe—” your voice faltered, “—maybe you’d feel the same. Or…..something like that.”
Euijoo once told you a quote that he had made up on a June evening—‘Silence is the food of love’. You had zero idea what he meant by that but you went along anyway, letting him brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you two ate pizza.
This silence was torturous, long enough for your heartbeat to feel unbearably loud. Yixiang blinked once, then looked down at the bracelet again, turning it slowly between his fingers.
And then he laughed. It would have been better if he laughed loudly in a mocking way as he usually did, throwing his head back and practically bellowing.
But oh the way he laughed now, so softly and gently, as one does to comfort a child who’s had a nightmare. You felt your heart melt in its cage, he laughed so kindly.
“Hey,” He said, stepping a little closer. His hand came up, resting lightly on your shoulder, warm and steady, and somehow, apologetic.
“You’re really sweet,” he said, voice gentler now. “Like—really. This?” he lifted the bracelet slightly, “This is probably one of the nicest things anyone’s done for me.” Your throat tightened. “But…” he continued, and the word felt inevitable.
“I don’t think I’m your guy.”
The sentence landed softly, spoken like a poem. But god it still landed. You forced yourself to hold his gaze. He didnt even look uncomfortable or weirded out, he just looked so fucking calm. And you were drowning in the ocean.
“I’m just—not really looking for anything like that,” he went on, his thumb brushing lightly over the threads of the bracelet. “And even if I was…” he exhaled quietly, a small, almost self-aware smile tugging at his lips, “you’re not really my type.”
It was the fact that he said it so gently, practically cajoling you. He could have, should have, screamed it at you instead, laughed cruel and high and told you to piss off. But he said it like he was comforting you, letting you down easy and then you felt the ocean rise higher.
“I mean that in the best way,” he added quickly, his hand giving your shoulder a small squeeze. “You’re—good. Like, actually good. You deserve someone who’s gonna… I don’t know, not be me.”
All you wanted was him.
“I-” You started, eyes at the floor, your breaths coming a bit too quick, like you couldn't get enough air.
“Are you alright, sweetheart? Should I call Euijoo or—”
“No.” The word came out faster than you intended. You shook your head immediately, stepping back. “I’m fine,” you said quickly, even though it was obvious you weren’t. “I just—need some air.” You didn’t wait for a response, didn’t give him time to say anything else that might make this worse, or kinder, or harder to leave.
You turned and walked out. You made it through the kitchen, past the doorway, back into the chaos of the party. The music slammed into you again, loud and disorienting, lights flashing too bright, people moving too close. It felt suffocating now—every laugh too sharp, every voice too loud.
Your vision blurred at the edges as you pushed through the crowd, murmuring quiet apologies when you bumped into someone, your grip tightening around nothing now—the cup long forgotten somewhere behind you.
Don’t cry.
Don’t cry.
Don’t—
By the time you reached the door, your steps had quickened. By the time you stepped outside, you were running. The cool night air hit you like a shock, sharp against your skin, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made everything worse, made it all feel too real.
Your vision blurred completely now, tears spilling over before you could stop them, breath hitching as you stumbled a few steps forward, arms wrapping around yourself like you could hold everything in.
It hurt.
God it fucking hurt.
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Euijoo was known among your circle of friends for being highly perceptive. He somehow knew exactly what someone was going through even before that person could get a word out. He didn't need the other person to say a word—he’d just sit there in silence alongside them, tissues and water in hand, until they were ready to talk or cry.
Euijoo didn’t hear what was said—didn’t need to. He saw the way you moved, too fast, too abrupt, your head down and your shoulders tight. And then you were gone out the door before he could even say anything.
Euijoo straightened instantly, the cup in his hand abandoned on the nearest surface without a second thought. Something sharp surged through him, cutting clean through everything else as he moved
“Hey—where are you—” His friend Fuma started, but he was already pushing past, eyes fixed on the door you had disappeared through.
“Euijoo!” A hand caught his arm briefly. He turned, just enough to see Yixiang standing there, brows drawn slightly, gaze flicking toward the door and then back to him.
“Are you—” Yixiang began, an uncertain tone to his voice. His gaze darted toward the door, then back to Euijoo like he was trying to piece something together too late. “Just tell her I’m sorry.”
The words hung there for a second. Euijoo held his gaze for just a moment longer, something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then he gave a small nod.
“It’s not your fault, Nicho.” He sighed, “She’s just….” He thought about it for a second and then shook his head, looking up at Yixiang with a faint smile, “I’ll tell her.”
Yixiang nodded, hand slipping away from his arm as he disappeared into the party, and for a fraction of a second, Euijoo stayed there.
Thinking, pondering, wondering……whatever other synonym for his brain sending him thoughts existed. Beneath that anger and ache and every other fucked up emotion tangled within the crevices of his heart, there lay something else. Something he hated himself for. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, gone almost as soon as it appeared.
You were hurting.
And entirely his to take care of now.
Euijoo turned without another word, pushing through the door and into the cool night air, his eyes already searching for his car. You probably would have ran all the way home—in heels? Sure an unlikely probability but hey, a broken heart is capable of wonderous things.
Truly wonderous things.
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“Love?” Euijoo knocked on the door as softly as he could, knuckles barely making a sound against the wood—like anything louder might shatter whatever fragile state you were in on the other side.
For a moment, there was nothing, neither movement nor sound. Just the quiet hum of the night stretching between him and you. He shifted his weight slightly, jaw tightening, resisting the urge to knock again. His hands curled at his sides instead, forcing himself to be patient.
You’d open it. You always did.
A faint sound finally came from inside—shuffling, uneven footsteps and the soft click of the lock. And then the door creaked open.
Euijoo swore he’d never seen anyone this beautiful before.
Eyes glassy, our cheeks were flushed a deep, aching red, tear tracks visible under the dim porch light. You'd changed out from your dress, wearing an oversized shirt and shorts now. Your hair—usually so carefully done—had fallen loose and messy, strands sticking to your damp skin, framing your face in a way that stole the breath from his lungs. The Goddess of beauty could have stood in front of him and all he’d see was you.
Every piece of you was laid bare in front of him and something in his mind told him to be proud of this fact. Only he could see you like this. So unperfectly perfect.
“Hey,” he said quietly. Your lips parted like you were about to say something—maybe to explain, maybe to brush it off, maybe to tell him you were fine, but nothing came out.
Instead, your face crumpled and that was enough. Euijoo didn’t wait for any more words. He stepped forward gently, one hand coming up instinctively to cradle the side of your head as he pulled you into him, the other wrapping around your shoulders, steady and firm.
“I’ve got you.” He murmured, voice low. “It’s okay, I’m right here, love.”
His sweet voice was all it took.
The tears came again, stronger this time, your body folding into his as a broken sob left your chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing holding you up. He held you tighter, one hand smoothing over your hair, slow and repetitive, the other pressed securely against your back as he guided you inside without breaking the hold.
“Come on.” He said softly, nudging the door shut behind him with his foot. “Let’s just sit down, yeah?”
You nodded weakly, though your grip on him didn’t loosen. Euijoo led you to the couch, movements careful, like you might fall apart if he went too fast. He sat first, gently pulling you down with him, guiding you until you were tucked against his side.
He adjusted so you were comfortable, your head resting naturally against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you properly. Your breaths came uneven, breaking apart into soft, shaky sobs that you tried to stifle but couldn’t quite manage. Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding on like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go.
Euijoo didn’t say anything. He just stayed, one hand moving slowly through your hair, untangling gentle knots, tucking strands away from your face. The other rubbed small, steady circles into your arm with a quiet rhythm.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Euijoo murmured, tilting his head slightly toward yours.
“For not listening to you.” You said, barely lifting your head, “You know….when you said I’m not his type and he’d probably just—”
“Hey, no.” Euijoo said, arm tightening around you like he was physically stopping the thought from going any further. “Don’t do that.” You let out a weak, shaky breath, your fingers curling tighter into his shirt.
“But you were right,” you whispered, voice small, almost embarrassed. “You told me and I still—I still went and—”
“And what?” He cut in softly. There was that familiar soft scolding tone to his voice, “You liked someone,” he continued, a little quieter now. “And you told them. That’s not something you apologize for, love.”
“It feels stupid,” you admitted, your voice cracking again. “I made that bracelet and everything and I just—I really thought—” Your words dissolved into another broken breath. Euijoo’s hand slowed in your hair, his fingers smoothing gently over the strands before resting briefly at the back of your head.
“It’s not stupid, love.” Euijoo said, after a brief moment of calming silence, “It’s just….life.” You laughed against his shoulder but he continued, “That doesn’t make it stupid,” he said. “It just means he didn’t feel the same.”
“That’s worse.” You mumbled and a quiet exhale left him.
Well wouldn't he know?
“Yeah,” he admitted. “It kind of is.”
“I just—” you swallowed, your voice smaller now, worn out from crying, “I really liked him, Euijoo.”
“I know,” he murmured, oh if only you knew.
“I thought……maybe if I did it right—if I was…” you hesitated, searching for the word, “enough—”
“Hey.”
This time it wasn’t just his voice. His hand shifted from your hair to gently cup the side of your face, guiding you to look up at him. Your eyes met his and you almost gasped at how gentle they were.
“Don’t finish that sentence like that,” he said quietly. There was something different in his expression now, something a little more serious, “You being ‘enough’ has nothing to do with whether he likes you or not.”
Your brows pulled together slightly, like you didn’t quite believe him. Euijoo’s thumb brushed lightly under your eye, catching a tear before it could fall.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, love.” he continued. “You didn’t mess it up. You didn’t say it weird or give the wrong thing or pick the wrong moment.” A small pause. “He just wasn’t the right person to hear it.”
The words settled between you, softly heavy. Your gaze stayed on his for a moment longer than before, like you were trying to find something in them—something steady enough to latch onto and pull yourself up.
“I just…” you exhaled shakily, “I really thought tonight would be different.” Euijoo didn’t interrupt, just watching you, “I even thought…” you let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh, dropping your gaze again, “I thought maybe I’d have my second kiss tonight.”
Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents.
Stopping the blood rushing to his dick at those words was not one of them.
“Your second kiss?” He said, voice somehow very steady.
“Yeah.” You laughed again, wiping your tears and sniffling, “You were my first, remember?”
Oh.
Right.
Your….first…kiss….
Euijoo went very still, chest tightening at the memory, sweet as honey straight from the comb. He swallowed, staring, just staring at you. You were talking about something else now with shy laughs and not one word was going through his head. All he could see was the fact that he was his sweet girl’s first kiss.
“I don’t know....” You sighed, not noticing the storm brewing in his gaze, too busy fiddling with your fingers, “Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe kissing him wouldn't have felt that good.” You shook your head faintly, “You know, like how it felt with you.”
God should have struck Byun Euijoo and his dick-controlled mind down right there and then.
Well at least before he said his next words.
“Would you like to feel like that again?”
Great job, you horny idiot.
“Mmh?” You said, looking up at him with those widened eyes, “Did you say something Ju?”
God this girl is testing me. Euijoo's jaw clenched, his mind reeling from the image of your lips on anyone else. No, you were his to cherish, to claim in ways that would erase any doubt. He swallowed hard, voice dropping to a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down your spine.
“I asked—” He leaned closer, half lidded eyes flickering down to your lips and staying there, “—if you’d like to feel like that again, love?”
They say seduction is a delicate art—fragile like a domino, one wrong move and poof! Everything is gone. However, when one’s mind is high under the influence of stupid, stupid human emotions, the domino will stay upright no matter what western wind hits it.
“Only if you want to, love.” Euijoo said, tilting his head with a soft smile, “I just want to make you feel better, you know that right?”
Your eyes widened, cheeks flushing hot as his words sank in. Hesitation flickered through you—nerves twisting in your stomach at the implication—but the trust you'd placed in him, the way he'd always made you feel safe, pulled you under.
Euijoo was your best friend, of course he’d only want the best for you right? His soft gaze was locked onto you, a gentle anchor in the storm.
“Yeah….” You nodded slowly, barely a whisper escaping, “Yeah I think I’d like that, Ju.”
Euijoo’s warm smile eased the tension in your chest as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, running a thumb over the skin. You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch without protest.
“Just…..tell me if you want to stop.”
Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
Yeah, like he was ever going to stop.
It was soft at first, a tender kiss meant to soothe. You hesitated, your shyness making your cheeks flush, but the fucked up emotions bubbling inside you craved the comfort. And something else inside you was starved of this kind of touch. You parted your lips, letting him deepen the kiss, unaware of the drastic effect it was having on your best friend. His mouth moved against yours with affectionate slowness, his tongue slipping in to taste you, coaxing a quiet sigh from your throat.
“Ju….” You said, melting into the kiss, one hand resting on his chest while the other rested on his shoulder.
“Hmm?” Euijoo said, pulling back just enough, his eyes dark, “Do you want to stop, love?”
In hindsight, you probably should have stopped. You had maybe two cups of shitty alcohol in you and he was your best friend. But for some stupid reason he tasted soooo good. And no one gives up nectar do they?
“Want more.” You said, breathing a bit heavy, eyes flickering down to his plump lips, “Please?”
Byun Euijoo was a dead man as soon as those syllables spilled from your mouth.
“More?” He said, his hand cupping the back of your neck, lips curving into a faint smile. His free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush, his erection already hardening against your thigh—a thick, insistent bulge that made you gasp.
“More what, my love?”
My love.
In that moment, Euijoo looked simply divine—the golden light of the lamplight illuminating his soft features, those plush cheeks and those eyes that seemed like deep pools of honey. He always called you ‘love’. He’d never called you his love before though. And some part of you really really liked it.
“Euijoo….” You sighed, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks and other parts of your body, “I want you to kiss me.” His eyes darkened at your response, a small smirk playing on his lips. You giggled, feeling every emotion in the world get to your brain all at once, “I want you to kiss me aaalll over.”
Now who was Euijoo to deny you? A best friend that behaved like a best friend? Please.
“As you wish, my love.”
In an instant, he closed the distance, his large hand cupping the back of your neck as he drew you in. His lips crashed against yours, hungry, tongue slipping past to taste you properly. You melted into the kiss, your frame pressing against his solid chest.
The kiss grew hungrier as you melted into it, your hands clutching at his shirt. Euijoo's fingers threaded through your hair, holding you steady as your tongues danced. He nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a small gasp from you, and you felt the tension in your body start to uncoil. Making out with him felt so intimate and unhurried, pushing everything else—Yixiang, false personas, bracelets—to the edges of your mind and replacing it with the heat building between you.
Euijoo’s hands moved to grip your hips, lifting you up effortlessly. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping as sat you down on his lap. It was nothing much—you had sat there multiple times in the past. But you were just friends back then and now you were…..something else.
"E-Euijoo..." You breathed out, tangling your fingers in his hair as he started to trail kisses along your jawline. His teeth nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
“Mmhh, you’re such a pretty girl.” Euijoo murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. “So fucking beautiful.”
He ground his hips against yours, letting you feel just how hard he was. The friction of his erection rubbing against your clothed core had you squirming and mewling, desperate for more.
“Ju I—”
“Let me take care of you, love.” Euijoo pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling, “I’ll make it all go away for you.” HIs voice was so very low, like a soft desperate prayer, “Do you trust me?”
You nodded, your heart pounding. Innocence clung to you like a veil—you'd never gone this far, never let anyone touch you like this. The thought of it scared you, made your stomach twist with nerves. But it was Euijoo. And Euijoo would never want to hurt you right?
“Are you sure?” You said, your voice trembling, “What if I don’t…you know—” You swallowed, god the thought of your first time being unsexy as fuck terrified you, “do it right?”
But Euijoo, sweet sweet Euijoo only smiled gently, cupping your face in his hands. His hands were the most familiar thing in the world, and right now, they felt like home.
“There is no right way, baby.” He said, pressing a kiss to your nose, “I’ll go slow alright? Just relax for me, hm?” His words wrapped around you like a blanket, reassuring and warm, easing the fear knotting in your chest.
His hand slid down your side, fingers splaying over your hip, thumb brushing the edge of your shirt. You whimpered, the sound fueling his desire, and he guided you backward toward the couch, laying you down with careful strength.
You looked like the most ethereal thing in the world—the kind of thing poets would write about when they tried to describe beautiful things. The kind of thing the gods would fight over—with your hair splayed all over, chest rising up and down and your flushed cheeks. Pretty, pretty girl.
Euijoo’s hands roamed your body over your clothes at first, tracing your curves until you arched into him. He kissed down your neck, sucking lightly on your skin as he tugged your shirt up and off, exposing your bra. You shivered, feeling exposed yet safe under his gaze.
“Euijoo…” you breathed, fingers tangling in his hair.
He laid you down gently on the couch, his kisses trailing lower, over your stomach, fingers hooking into your shorts and tugging them down along with your panties. Naked now, vulnerable, you tried to close your thighs, but he nudged them apart with his knee, settling between.
Euijoo hovered over you, his weight a comforting cage as he kissed you again, slower now. His tongue explored your mouth, intoxicating strokes that left you breathless, while his hand ventured to your skin, palm warm against you. You arched into his touch, innocence cracking under the wave of need he ignited.
“So fucking beautiful baby.” He whispered, voice rough. You squirmed beneath him, heat pooling between your legs as he lavished attention on your body, kissing your thigh softly. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked at your bare pussy, already glistening from the make-out session.
God she’s so adorable.
Euijoo leaned down, mouth latching onto one peak, sucking firmly while his thick fingers teased the other, pinching just enough to draw a gasp from you. The size of his hand dwarfed your chest, making every caress feel overwhelmingly possessive.
You knew what he was going to do—stick those thick, girthy fingers into your wet folds and make you see heaven. You’d read about it so many times, letting your little fingers wander and leave you on the edge of an orgasm but never quite hit that sweet spot. Would your best friend really be able to reach it?
“Love.” Euijoo said, calling your gaze to his, “Just breathe for me, alright? I’ll go slow, I promise.” How sweet he sounded, even as his index finger nudged dangerously high up your inner thigh. The size of his hands made your breath hitch; you were so very untouched and you weren’t sure if they were even going to fit.
But then he was pushing one finger inside and your back was already arching, your head pressing deeper back into the cushion as your mouth hung open in an ‘o’. The stretch burned slightly as your walls gripped him tight tight tight.
“Fuck you’re tight.” Euijoo swore under his breath, tilting his head at you, eyes full of (faux) sympathy, “You want me to continue baby?” He was fighting a battle with himself not to moan at your already fucked out face, hair sprawled all over, those eyes looking up at him so very drunkenly.
“Hmmm…” You hummed, “Feel so good Ju….want more, please?”
Oh you were going to be the death of him.
“Of course, my love.” His touch was electric, making a string of whimpers seep out of your mouth. His eyes went to where he had breached you and Euijoo almost moaned. You were taking his finger so well, he couldn't help but imagine you taking his cock.
You moaned loud, the discomfort fading into bliss, and he added a second finger, scissoring to stretch you wider. The fullness was intense, the girth filling you in a way that bordered on too much, but the pleasure overrode it.
“Oh oh fuck!” You screamed as he curled his fingers to hit a particular spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids, “Euijoo right there—oh goddd….”
So that was where your clit was. And how easily Euijoo found it, as if he’d been training for this moment his entire life. How funny it was that your best friend knew you so very well.
“Right there?” Euijoo cooed, now rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb, his ego was filled to the brim that he’d found her so quick, “You like that, my love?” He thrust them deeper, thumb on your clit, and your orgasm crashed over you easily—body shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers as you cried out his name.
That precipice of pleasure you’d always stood at but never crossed was gone now, and you were floating in the ocean, the waves cradling you to their warmth. You cried out his name like a ballad, body trembling as he coaxed you through it, whispering how good you were for him.
As you came down, panting, he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. The sight made your core clench again, a fresh wave of heat flooding you. His tongue swirled round his finger like he was licking up nectar. Euijoo watched you with affectionate eyes, leaning down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself.
“See how sweet you are?” He murmured, one hand gripping your thigh open, “I’m just going to do something, and I promise it’ll feel good, okay?”
You merely nodded, desperate now to feel that wave of pleasure in your chest again. Whatever Euijoo did would feel like heaven and you were up for it wholeheartedly.
Euijoo's gaze locked onto yours, dark with desire, as he slid down your body slowly. His hands parted your thighs wider, making you shiver in anticipation. He settled between your legs like he belonged, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, sending sparks racing up your spine.
Without a word, Euijoo dipped his head and pressed his mouth to your pussy, his tongue flicking out to trace a long, firm stroke from your entrance to your clit. The warmth of his tongue contrasted with the lingering ache from your recent orgasm, reigniting the fire in your core. You gasped, hips bucking instinctively toward him, but he held you steady with firm hands on your inner thighs.
"Stay still, love," he murmured against your skin, the vibration of his voice humming through you.
Then he dove in fully, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently at first, drawing it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your toes curl. His tongue swirled in tight, insistent circles, lapping at the swollen nub with expert precision, as if mapping every nerve ending.
Pleasure built rapidly, a coiling tension in your belly that had you threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Euijoo groaned in response, the sound muffled as he buried his face deeper, his nose brushing your mound while his tongue delved lower. You tasted like no heaven could ever compare.
He licked broad stripes along your slit, gathering your arousal on his tongue before plunging it inside you, fucking you with shallow thrusts that mimicked what he needed to do with his currently painfully hard cock. Your breaths came in ragged pants, each lap and suck sending jolts of ecstasy radiating outward.
"Euijoo... oh! Just like that—oh fuck Ju!" you whimpered, your body arching off the couch. He hummed approval, the vibration intensifying everything, and alternated between sucking your clit hard and flattening his tongue to rub firm, relentless pressure over it.
He was relentless, affectionate in his hunger, one hand sliding up to pinch and roll your nipple while the other kept your thigh pinned. Your pussy throbbed under his assault, walls fluttering as another climax approached, faster and fiercer than the last.
Euijoo sensed it, redoubling his efforts—tongue flicking rapidly, lips tugging, until you shattered again, crying out as waves of bliss crashed through you, your release coating his chin.
He didn't stop, gentling his touches to guide you through the aftershocks, kissing your inner thighs softly before looking up at you with a satisfied, glistening smile.
“Taste so perfect, my love.” He said, voice husky, crawling back up to claim your lips in a deep, sharing kiss, “So good for me…”
“Ju…” You kissed him back, mind already hazy, “Euijoo…..want moreee..” You were whining away your words, not even sure if they were coherent enough. Euijoo only chuckled.
“More?” He said, eyes meeting yours with a spark of deeper hunger, “Baby, aren’t you tired?” The afterglow of your orgasms lingered, but the air between you crackled with unspoken want.
“Mmmhh…” You moaned, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes that made his dick twitch, “—promised you’d make me feel good….” You were blabbering yet again, trying and failing to raise your hips to meet his pelvis, “want your cock Ju please please pleeaseeee…”
It was in that moment that Byun Euijoo truly realised the beauty of life. The day had started off with him waking up to a raging boner because of a wet dream with you and now the sun was about to set with his cock nestled deep in your warm walls. Life was amazing.
“Oh?” Euijoo said, his voice roughened by desire, “What was that sweetheart?”
“Want your cock…” You whined again, bold hands coming up to tug at his hair. You pulled him down for a sloppy kiss and Euijoo swore he could have busted a nut right there and then, “Please Ju?”
“Of course, my love.” He cooed at you, as he scooped you up effortlessly, your body limp against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, heart racing at the intimacy of being carried like this.
He carried you up the stairs to the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him as he laid you down on the soft sheets. The sheets you two had once cuddled in, talked each other’s ears off and cried your hearts out. The very bedroom Byun Euijoo would be making use of the one talent he commanded well. What is it, you may ask? Taking the virginity of his best friend, of course.
You bit your lip, hesitation flooding back as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his torso. His pants followed, and when he pushed down his boxers, your eyes widened at the sight of his cock—thick and long, veins pulsing along its length, the head already leaking pre-cum.
The size of it dwarfed anything you'd imagined, making your untouched pussy clench in a mix of fear and curiosity. Thought of him inside you sent a cold shiver down your spine. And heat to your legs but never mind that.
“Ju…” You murmured, voice trembling as you sat up slightly, pulling the sheet over yourself, “I don’t know if I can…”
Euijoo knelt on the bed, his hands gentle as he pulled the sheet away, exposing you again. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing over your features, making you look even more beautiful.
“Hey, look at me.” He said softly, cupping your face. His thumb brushed your cheek, eyes locking onto yours with that loving reassurance, “You trust me right? I’ll make it good for you baby, I swear.” His words melted your resistance, “But if you want to stop, just tell me and I’ll stop, hm?”
You nodded, lying back as he positioned himself between your legs, his broad frame hovering over you. He kissed you deeply, tongue stroking yours to distract and soothe, while one hand guided his cock to your entrance.
In all honesty you couldn't believe this was happening. You'd always imagined your first time, chocolates, candles and roses and a man with a brow piercing. You’d imagined softness, hands perfectly molded and the feeling of ultimate pleasure.
Euijoo’s hand was warmly familiar in yours and the scent of him was comforting, chocolates and roses and soft laughter that never failed to steady the ground beneath your feet. You let yourself sink into the mattress, going almost dumb and pliant for him. My my, did he look weirdly gorgeous.
Euijoo gripped the base of his cock, guiding the thick head to your entrance, rubbing it slowly along your folds to coat himself in your wetness. The pressure against your clit made you gasp, a fresh spark of arousal igniting low in your belly.
“Breathe for me, my love.” Euijoo whispered in your ear, kissing just beneath it, one of his hands entwined in yours and the other holding your hip.
“Euijoo….”
And then you could feel him everywhere.
From between your legs to your chest to your throat, everything was just Euijoo Euijoo Euijoo. Sweet Euijoo, pretty Euijoo, your Euijoo.
“Baby?” Euijoo panted, ever so worried about you even when his dick was being squeezed for all it was worth by your walls, “Baby, you with me?” His hand intertwined with yours, squeezed gently as he paused, not even halfway in yet. You were just too damn tight.
“Ju ohhhh…” You groaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “feel so—fuckkkk—feel so full Ju…”
And he wasn't even halfway in.
Euijoo's dick twitched again as he chuckled and brought his hand up to cradle your cheek. “I know, my love I know. I’m going to push in, ok?”
The stretch burned as he pushed, his thickness forcing your walls to yield. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, the pain sharp and unfamiliar. “It hurts..” you whimpered, tears pricking your pretty eyes, which only drove Euijoo more insane. He paused, letting you adjust, his breath warm against your lips.
"That's it, you're doing so well," he praised, voice low and soothing. He kissed you softly, tongue slipping in to distract as he sank deeper, filling you halfway before stopping again. Your body tensed, god you were so fucking full, but the ache blended with a deep, throbbing pleasure that made your toes curl.
“Euijoo…..oh…” You moaned sweetly against his lips.
“ know, shh…” he breathed against your lips, freezing until you adjusted. “Breathe with me. You're so tight, taking me like this—fuck, you're perfect.”
Inch by breathtaking inch, he sank deeper, his cock filling you completely, the size making you feel impossibly stretched. He bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against yours, and held still, letting you acclimate to the fullness.
“Are you alright, my love?” Euijoo said, eyes tracing over you, “Open your eyes baby, let me see those pretty eyes, thaaat’s a good girl.”
“So good Ju….” You moaned, the air whooshing out your lungs at the sight of him, strands of hair falling onto his forehead, slightly hiding his eyes, plush pink kissable lips, “Move…please.”
The pain ebbed into a dull ache, replaced by a growing warmth as he began to move—shallow thrusts at
first, pulling out just enough to slide back in. You moaned softly, the sound escaping unbidden, your body betraying your initial hesitation.
"Feels good?" he asked, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. You bit your lip, nodding, shifting your hips experimentally.
His pace was unhurried, each thrust long and measured, draaagging his cock along your inner walls to hit sensitive spots that made constellations flicker in your vision. The friction built gradually, your arousal easing the way, turning the stretch into pure bliss.
Euijoo's hand released yours to brace on the mattress beside your head, his other sliding under your thigh to hook your leg higher on his waist. This angle let him grind deeper, the head of his cock nudging your cervix with each full stroke, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your core. You moaned, wrapping your arms around Euijoo’s neck, pulling him closer as your bodies moved in sync like voices harmonizing.
He kissed your neck, sucking lightly at the skin while his hips rolled steadily, fucking you with a rhythm that was both tender and insistent. Sweat beaded on his skin, his lean muscles flexing with every controlled push, the dim light casting shadows that highlighted the intimacy of it all. Your pussy fluttered around him, growing wetter, the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside your shared breaths.
Your whines grew louder, pornographic moans spilling out as you clutched at him, hips starting to rock in rhythm. The corruption of your innocence fueled his desire—he watched your face contort in bliss, his shy girl giving way to raw need. It snapped something in him; his eyes darkened, grip tightening on your hips as he went feral.
“Fuck baby—ah hahh—sound so pretty for me—shit…” He growled, thrusting harder now, the bed creaking under the force.
His cock pounded into you, relentless and deep, the size making every plunge overwhelming. You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, the pain fully forgotten in the haze of ecstasy. Euijoo buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin before biting down—sharp nips that marked you as his, followed by his tongue licking the spots soothingly.
“Mine.” He murmured between licks, sucking at your pulse point while his hips snapped forward, “Mine all mine, aren’t you pretty girl?” The loving bites sent jolts straight to your core, heightening the build-up, “Say it for me, my love.”
“Y-Yours…..” You managed to stutter out, almost screaming when his hand slipped between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb, “Yours Euijoo! God, only yours—oh fuck fuck!”
The first orgasm hit you suddenly, your pussy clamping down on his thick length as waves crashed through you. “Euijoo!” you sobbed, body arching off the bed. He didn't slow, fucking you through it, his groans vibrating against your neck.
“One more, my love.” he demanded, voice husky with control, “You can do it, I know you can.”
His thrusts turned punishing, cock stretching you wide with each brutal drive. He bit your neck again, harder this time, tongue lapping at the sting as his hand pinned your thigh open wider. The coil in your belly tightened, pleasure mounting with each deep plunge.
"Euijoo... closer," you gasped, and he obliged, draping his body over yours fully, his chest pressing to your breasts as he thrust harder but still languidly, drawing out every inch.
Your orgasm hit like a slow wave this time, crashing over you in shuddering pulses, your pussy milking his cock as you cried out, nails raking down his back. Cum leaked from where you joined, your moans turning to breathless pleas.
Euijoo followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural moan, his bites softening to tender licks as he rode out his release. He rocked through it, prolonging both your releases, before collapsing gently beside you, both panting in the afterglow. He pulled you into his arms, his hand smoothing over the back of your head, cock still twitching inside as he kissed your marked neck.
“You did so well.” He shepherd, kissing the crown of your head, holding you close in the quiet of the room, “Perfect, my love.”
His heart pounded against your ear, the steady rhythm gradually slowing as exhaustion seeped into your bones. Euijoo eventually pulled out as slowly as he could, peppering your face with soft kisses as he did, fingers combing through your hair in soothing strokes.
“Hmm Euijoo…” You hummed sleepily, opening your eyes only a slight crack.
“Yes, love?”
“I think….” You giggled tiredly, wrapping your arms around him, “I don't like Yixiang any more.”
“Oh?” Euijoo fought his smile back, tucking your head under his chin as he rolled onto his side, keeping you firmly tucked against his chest, “Then who do you like baby?”
Your breathing evened out, growing slow and steady. Euijoo watched as your lashes fluttered closed, a look of pure adoration on his face.
“I think I like you…” You mumbled, “I think I really really like you.” You giggled drunkenly again, “Is that stupid Ju?”
For a moment, Euijoo didn’t breathe. The words were quiet, slurred with sleep, barely more than a murmur but they settled into him like something sacred, like something that had been waiting patiently for a place to land.
I think I really, really like you
His chest tightened first, sharp, almost startling before it gave way to something warmer. It spread slowly, blooming beneath his ribs, petal by petal, until it filled him completely. Achingly, impossibly full.
He looked down at you, half-curled against him, your face relaxed in sleep, lashes resting gently against your cheeks. You had no idea what you’d just done to him, no idea how those few drowsy words had unraveled something deep inside his chest.
“No my love, it’s not stupid.” He hummed, thumb brushing absent circles against your arm as if to pull himself to earth, “It’s not stupid at all.” Euijoo swallowed, his hold on you tightening instinctively, like some small, instinctive part of him was afraid you might slip away if he didn’t, “I really really like you too.”
“Mmmh good.” You mumbled before giving in to your sleep, your breathing becoming more shallow as you drifted off to sleep.
“You have no idea, do you?” Euijoo murmured under his breath, voice so soft it barely existed. His lips pressed gently to your hair again, lingering this time.
"I love you," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion. "So fucking much." Carefully, like you were something fragile, he pulled you closer and for once, he let himself feel it fully. As the last rays of sun faded from the sky, Euijoo followed you into a peaceful slumber.
Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents.
Getting his girl was now officially one of them.
fin.
A/N: gang im not lying i legit came writing this fic UGH BYUN EUIJOO MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN if yall know anything about me you guys know i am no 1 cheater BUT I HAVE LEGIT NEVER CHEATED ON THIS MAN WITH ANYBODY ELSE IN &TEAM like that's the power he holds over me. anyways im gonna go stare at his concept photos now bye
— &team’s reaction to you during ovulation. ✮⋆˙ || 4.5k words
summary: ok, so you’re ovulating. how would you let them know? what would you do? how would they know? what would they do to satisfy your need?
warnings: (18+) nsfw. smut. afab!reader, lots of sex (in every place, in every possible position), breeding kink, consensual free use, unprotected sex, cum licking/eating, oral (m & f receiving), menstrual cycle tracking, mentions of heat/mating cycles, manhandling, biting, spit kink, petnames, pussy slapping, squirting, name calling, etc.
a/n: roughly 400–500+ words per person, so SIGH, i finally felt like i write well for this ask :) thank u anon for requesting this, had so much fun writing this!! more below the cut!!
🪐 koga yudai:
kei knew something was up from the moment he saw your radiant self, how loose and glowy you were as your eyes found themselves peering over towards him a couple times. he catches the way you’re leaning into his embrace when he snakes his arms around your waist or whispers something into your ear throughout the day, and he only then realizes what it truly was— putting two and two together — when you jump him during your nightly shower together. his back is pressed up against the slippery wall, your soapy chest flushed onto his torso as your hand works down between your torso and wraps around his cock, tugging it to life while your lips suck and smooch all over his neck and chest.
“need you, kei..” you huff, watery underneath the shower head, and his head spins when you don’t even allow him to answer back before you’re sinking onto your knees. it’s a pretty sight, but the quick way you’re wrapping your lips around his fat cock has him clutching his pearls. you wanna feel him harden, swell on your tongue. his fingers curl around your soaked locks, cradling your head, until you’re grabbing his wrists and pinning them against the wall right by his sides, keeping him there. “fuck.. baby slow—” his shaky exhale muddled underneath the sprays of water, apparently blocked from your ears too because all you do is the opposite, bobbing your head faster, cheeks bulging from how much you try to take.
your eyes following the perfect line of his body up until they meet with his and he swears he’ll die happy this way, seeing the wild look in your glare, framed by your damp lashes, swollen lips plush around his reddened cock. he can’t help himself as he bucks his hips, putting more force when he realizes you’re allowing him to. your nails dig into his wrist when you feel him twitch against your tongue, load spurting thick and heavy down your throat and spill out the corners of your mouth. “baby, what..” he gasps when you let him go and pull away for a second, falling silent again when you spit out his creamy cum back onto his cockhead and pull him towards you with such strength, nudging him easily between your slippery thighs with the slickness of the soap suds.
“inside, wanna feel you inside.” it’s like you’re in a trance as you hook a leg over his hip and leave it to him to keep you both balanced. he’s still a bit weak from the orgasm you sucked out of him, wobbly and shocked, but fueled by your sudden enthusiasm.. now kei’s grinning behind a lip bite, because knows his night is definitely gonna be long. it finally clicked and that’s what he’ll use to tease you all night. “how many rounds was it last time? think we could break it with a new record?”
🪐 murata fuma:
you didn’t have to say anything, fuma’s the type to already know from the notification of the app buzzing in his phone, reminding him what phase of the cycle you’re in. yet, he doesn’t say anything because he finds it amusing, seeing the clear difference of your attitude, your stamina, your brightened mood. how you think you’re subtle as you stalk him, how you rub up on him a little bit longer than usual, and he’s just watching you, up until you finally break. you can’t help it, he looks so fucking good there with your apron wrapped around his waist, chopping up whatever vegetables for dinner tonight, biceps flexing and back muscles bulging as he moves swiftly around. fuck, you wait till he placed the knife down and get to work. “what are you doing..?”
his deep voice murmurs, feeling you untie and loosen the apron strings, but still freezes to let you do your thing and throw it off his body. it’s like something over came you entirely, and by the time you’re turning him around, he can’t hide the grin sitting on his face when you press him back against the counter and drop onto your knees. “you know what i’m doing. thinking of milking you dry.” you murmur, already rubbing your face on his crotch, feeling the bulge through his grey sweatpants along your lips and humming as you take a whiff of his scent. “gonna help me?” he sighs at your taunt, bringing you back up with a hand around your neck, eyeing you directly to see how far deep you’re already into the arousal brimming within your soul right now. “even if i say no, are you even gonna let me walk away?”
and you both knew the answer to that one, but you make it a mission to get what you want, pushing away everything on that counter to bend yourself over and slip down your underwear passed your ass cheeks. that’s how you ended up getting fucked from behind right in your kitchen, cheek pressed flat against the cold marble counter with his hand gripped over your nape, his hips smacking against your plush ass and his thick cock sedating that need deep inside your being. “harder, fummaaa..” you hiss, gripping the counter edge and covering your own hips from knocking into the sharp edge, bracing for the harder force you asked for.
and when he does provide, your eyes roll from how delicious it feels, how mind numbing it feels when he punches out every breath from your lungs until you’re spasming around his cock. “said you’re gonna milk me dry, huh? so take it.” he huffs a soft grunt, hips faltering as his thick load spurts deep within your clenched walls. you don’t even give him a chance to catch his breath as you’re nudging your ass back against his pelvis for more. “want more. give me more, fuma. fill me.” his grin is almost sinister as he picks his pace up again. yeah, this is gonna be fun for both of you. “don’t worry, i’ll fuck you full.”
🪐 nicholas wang:
ever so attentive, nicholas almost immediately realizes something about you feels completely different, even down to the way you dress yourself. he doesn’t mind it at all, just very curious and observant when it comes to your needs, like always. and matter of fact, he embraces it, encourages it with praising words and purring questions. “what’s gotten you so clingy today, hm?” he hugs you close, wrapping his body around yours tight and rocking you both back into your bedroom after a successful trip to the mall. he’d be unknowingly clingy because of your good mood, not realizing how much it triggers more of your needs and arousal, until he sees it in the way your eyes glide over his entire face. your mind was growing more insane with all the possibilities, with all the ways you can have him. it’s not like you were planning on hiding it..
you can’t hide it, you feel like you were going insane just watching every single detail about your man today, down to the very last detail of what makes him who he is. how he carries himself in public with pure confidence, how his brightness shines no matter where he was in an area, how he shows off his admiration for you with no hesitation. his sharp eyes, drinking you in and assessing your mood. his outfit, hanging loose but tight around all the right muscles. his accessories, jewelry hanging of his ears and neck, rings wrapped around every knuckle of his fingers and belt around his waist. his stance, posture— you were focused on how he effortlessly adjusts himself on every seat he sat on, how easily he manspreads… gives you an idea. you can show him how easy you can be too.
“you.” you spoke softly like your insides werent on fire as you move away, eyeing him as he watches you sit on the bed and shrug off his jacket from your shoulders. “been wet all day for you, nicho.” nicholas visibly stops for a split second before you can see the light finally click in his brain, his grin growing along with the realization. it keeps growing as you’re suddenly both moving like it’s second nature; he’s already shrugging off his shirt and unbuckling his pants as you’re shimmying off your pants to turn over and positioning yourself, face down-ass up by the edge. presented. he rambles a series of very important questions whilst you both shuffle around in haste, still always present in his caring nature; “condoms?” “no.. don’t—” “you sure?” “mhhh.. please.” “on the pill?” “yes, nicho just give me your co—” “you sure?” “oh my god, yes—”
“oh, my poor baby’s in heat, isn’t she?” he sighs, finally freeing his already hardened cock and tugging your soaked panties to the side. “was sucking my cock in the fitting room not enough?” he grunts halfway through a harsh thrust, large palm smacking repeatedly against the red hand imprint he left on your ass. he already came deep inside you, but the way you kept fucking back into him told him it wasn’t enough. he was dizzy just seeing how you desperately nudged against his pelvis, slightly wobbling back from the force you used to fuck yourself on him, moaning at the sinful sight of your mixed cum stringing between your ass and his base every time your ass lifts. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in. body’s begging me to claim her," he whines, and you’re whining back. “nicho, keep.. keep going, p-please.” oh and he will, all night long if you desire.
🪐 byun euijoo:
you’d be randomly having your silent reading session together when all of a sudden, you’re plucking out the book in ej’s hands and settling down onto his lap instead. he’s a bit shocked to say the least, but still wraps his arms around your waist with a silent look of confusion, asking what you needed with just his big brown eyes. “euijoo… um..” it’s hard thinking of words to formulate one sentence explaining the disastrous need building up inside you and threatening on oozing out, especially when you’re focused on trying so hard not to start grinding against his broad lap instead. “what happened? what do you need?” he softly coaxes more out of you and just even the gentle way he’s handling this is throwing your mind out of loop.
he looks so good with his rounded glasses on, soft cashmere sweater buttoned up with one loose just for your eyes to lay on his collarbones — theyre begging to be marked already. his low tone so expectant, smoothing your jitteriness into liquid arousal. the waves crashing in you settling down and darkening. “need you,” you spoke so low, a whisper so quiet and cracked, ej had to lean in and raise an eyebrow for you to repeat it again. “need— want your cock, ej.” the bluntness was the one thing that shocked everything around you into silence. until, “ovulating?” he finally asks, smile so soft like he finally put the pieces together after giving you a small quick look over. he understands the inner turmoil you’re feeling, and he even presses the back of his hand over your neck like he can feel you burning out from inside out.
so of course he’s gonna nod, but you’re already shuffling off his lap and settling between his thighs, parting them further open as he settles further into the couch. “you sure you don’t want me to eat you ou— aahhh,” he mumbles when he feels your tongue lick along the vein underneath his cock. doesn’t say more than that other than soft moans when your slick tongue flicks around his sensitive head and your hand wraps where your mouth can’t fit. and after you’ve got him painting your lips and hand with spurting cum, you don’t stop, licking some of it straight from your fingers as you’re shuffling off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. “ohhh.. g-god,” he’s panting as he’s trying to recover, trying to find some words to calm both of you down, but the sight of you smearing some of his cum against your pussy makes him short circuit.
“wait— condoms?” he murmurs instead because he’s finally accepted there’s no way other than this to get you out of this heat, watching you mount him and straddle his hips until you’re sinking onto his cock. “no.. nononono—” “fuck, god, okay okay. use me,” was what he says before you’re shoving your cum soiled fingers into his mouth and his head falls back against the couch cushions at the sensation of your insistent grinding. you do as you’re told, marking up his neck while squeezing out the rest of his cum for your needy self.
🪐 nakakita yuma:
yuma would catch your drift almost immediately and eggs it on too. there’s quite literally only one time you’d subtly show your hunger, wanting him to see it but still trying to hold onto your rational thinking— and that’s during ovulation. he’s seen it before, how you unravel like a snake and wrap around his limbs with such smoothness; he finds himself willingly giving up to your hungry cravings because it’s so rare. loves seeing how you slowly succumb to your biological, physically demand because of him. how you linger longer every time he attempts giving you a peck, prolonging the kisses and adding a bit of licks along his bottom lip. how your hands press against his torso or your fingertips dip deeper beneath his loose waistband when you’re focused on something else entirely, just gravitating towards his body heat.
he looks great, and he’s so calm like he does not know the absolute torture he put you through. because out all of the days of the week, he decided to wear that during the peak day of your ovulation. something deep within you tells you he did this on purpose, that he knew. and it seems like you’re not wrong when he reveals himself or calls you out of your behavior. “need dick?” he murmurs close for only your ears to hear, pulling away to lick his ice cream and he’d half expect to see your eyes wide in shock like normal, but was taken aback when your eyes stayed the same— worse, narrowing even more like you’re already pouncing him in whatever image your mind conjures up.
that’s all he needs to pull you away from your group of friends and make some random excuse for you both to leave. you don’t even make it home, you can’t allow that. mounting him after throwing him against the backseat of his car and he’s grinning widely with sparkles in his eyes like being manhandled was the best thing that could happen to him right now. the space is tight but that won’t stop him from ducking between your legs as you perch yourself onto the middle glove compartment, sucking out all the excess slick that’s been oozing out of you the moment you saw him in his black crop top and loose jeans. “fuck, yuuu.. yuma, so good..” you kept repeating until he had you cumming around his fingers, patting your pussy as your juices squirt out and onto his tongue, making a mess in his car.
and in good old bratty fashion, he teases. “is that all my horny girl wanted? to soak me, mark me with this pretty cunt?” but then he finds himself muffled shut with your hand over his mouth as you bounced on his cock, milking him dry like making him tap out was the only thing on your mind, because that’s actually what is going on. three rounds later, you’re the only one climbing back into passenger seat with a bright smile while he’s still trying to catch his breath in backseat. “wait till we get home, gonna make that pussy even messier.”
🪐 asakura jo:
now usually jo calls you angel or sweetheart, but every time your ovulation is near, it’s like he can’t even utter the words from how sinful you get. an absolute vixen, the completely opposite of what is anything angelic— but that’s what fascinates him, the switch, even when it’s too much to handle (sometimes). he notices right away from the restless you exude when you’re near him; whether it is by the way your thighs press closer together every time he utters a word, or the soft sighs and pout that stays on your lips, or by the way you’re throwing yourself around on the bed and constantly stretching your limbs… like you’re absentmindedly preparing yourself, just in case he says something. “baby..” the tight press of your thighs clamping together doesn’t go by unnoticed, but he still continues, “you feeling okay?” those three words were all that was needed to broke the dam… quite literally.
another thing jo notes: you probably go through more mood swings through your ovulation than any other time, because almost all of your ovulation weeks, something breaks before you reach all the mindless fucking. it kinda makes him panic but he’s grown to get ahold of himself throughout the years, to be there for you when you suddenly burst into tears from how horny you felt. “i’m so fucking horny.. t-there’s something wrong with meeee,” you’d wail, and he’s quick to gather you in his arms with wide eyes. “i don’t wanna be too much..” it can be a bit overwhelming. jo knows you feel like that’s just going to emit onto him, but once he shushes down your cries to tell you it’s okay and that he can and will take care of you, your waterworks turn into ones induced by pleasure instead rather quickly.
“mmhhh, thank you.. thank youthankyouthankyou,” you’re rambling between shameless moans, grinding your hips down onto his cock like you didn’t just take his last load seconds ago, keeping his cum plugged in. he parts himself from your chest, gasping after leaving marks all over your perked nipples, still resting his forehead against your sternum as your hands press him close. “wait, i’m.. sensss…” his words are rough around the edges, voice husky with lust and over usage, throat dry from continuously swallowing down his spit. his hands spread over the entire expanse of your arched back, pressing you close when you suddenly tug his head back to capture his lips.
swallowing each others moans, he struggles keeping up with your kisses until he’s doing nothing but panting into your mouth while you’re sucking on his bottom lip. devouring, disheveling, making him dizzy when your hips buck over and over again. he loses it when you spit your own drool into his mouth, letting it trickle down the corner of his lips and feeling your tongue lick it up once again. “fuck, love, i’m gonna—” he whines, eyebrows twitching and eyes fluttering shut, nails digging into your spine as you feverishly rut against him. “gimme. gimme it, jo. wanna be full of you.” and he does, biting onto your bottom lip to muffle his groans, wrapping his arms around your waist tight to keep you there. yeah, but even after all that, he still calls you his sweetheart.
🪐 shigeta harua:
biting him. harua only notices from the increased tendency of you biting him; since that’s all you do when you’re in that peak of your cycle.. “hmmm, fuck, what’s gotten into you?” he would pant as you’re riding every part of his body, currently bucking against his fingers after making a mess on his still fully clothed thigh. his three fingers had their own pace that was maddeningly slow for you so, you took matters into your own hands... he’s trying to think of all the different things until he saw your hips falter and your body trembling, thighs closing around his wrist and head tipping back. you’re flushed, chest heaving from the shaky gasps that huff out your craned throat — oh. okay, now he understands. there’s something primal rising deep within you and now he understands as he’s trying to push your face away his sore nipples when you’re riding him, hissing when you bite his hand for the nth time like the limb pushing you away was a threat.
he already had teeth marks all over his thighs and hips when you sucked his soul away, more on his neck and now around his chest. the pleasure was immense, a new feeling now that he was on the receiving end of the bites instead of the one usually giving. his moans only riled you up more when he felt your canines sink into his skin, applying pressure. and just because he’s a tease, he’d bite you back with more force, maybe on your cheek during missionary, when he’s hugging you close in a bear hug. where you could feel nothing but his weight press against you and his cock nudge itself deep within your gripping walls and his bunny teeth squishing your cheek.
ovulation. yes, it explains why you brought his hand down your pants after snuggling back into his embrace, sitting between his thighs and resting your head onto his shoulder. his chest vibrates against your back with hums as his fingers play around, tapping your soiled panties before shoving into them as well to feel your slippery skin. they slide in easily, cold rings making you hiss when all you felt was nothing but warm heat between your legs. his other hand snakes around your throat from behind, craning your neck and keeping you fully exposed on the couch while fucks his fingers deeper. “ughh, your.. f-fingers.. so good,” you gasp into his ears and high in the air, hand wrapping around his forearm when his hand squeezes around your neck once. “that’s all your needy body wants?”
he lets go and allows you to pick your head up, letting you answer and look down at where his hand disappears, bulging underneath your waistband. “no, you.. all of you. your mouth, your lips, y-you’re.. so pretty. want you so bad, haru— mmpphhh—” you were mumbling when his fingers suddenly shove into your gaping mouth, and you’re immediately responding back by clamping your teeth around his knuckles. his pained moan, his hips bucking into your lower back, his thighs underneath yours spreading further open, his fingers quickening their pace. “i bet you do. wanna ruin me, don’t you..” he nibbles your earlobe, pressing down on your tongue to feel your back arch in respond to all the stimulants increasing all at once. “my horny girl, i’ll let you. just make a mess on me first.” he gets whiplash at first, but then gives you whiplash until you’re dizzy LOL
🪐 takayama riki:
sometimes your desire can be insatiable but taki has no problem playing up to the part, doesn’t consider it a challenge with the stamina he has himself. when it comes to ovulation week? he feels like whatever hormones or pheromones dripping out of you seep into his skin and make him just as feral, matching your energy almost instantly. he’d watch wildly after coming home to you playing with yourself on the couch, so needy you couldn’t help it while waiting for his arrival, throwing himself onto you when you asks for his help. “such a pretty thing. she’s drooling so much— is it ovulation week?” he mutters, words thick and wet cause of his excess spit swelling at the sight. he just knows because he can feel it too somehow.
“yes, taki, lick me clean?” exasperated. he outright moans as he’s thumbing your lips open, inspecting how much of your slick trickles down your ass before he’s diving his face into the mess. it could be the bottomless desire attacking his mind but taki fucking swears ovulation is the only time he feels your clit literally throbbing against his tongue, always taking a short moment to bask in the feeling with his eyes fluttering shut and a grin stretching his parted lips. it’s your literal heartbeat, twitching against his flattened tongue, quivering when he flicks the tip over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “hurryy,” you whine and that’s what gets him back to program.
and because having you sit on his face wasn’t enough, later that night you’re shaking him awake to ask if you can have his cock while you’re already shifting off the shorts he sleeps in. you’re the one in charge and he’s more than happy to be there and follow orders, being your outlet. “press there.” his hand applies pressure onto your lower stomach at your whiny request, and he can feel himself bulging underneath the taunt skin of your tummy. he’d let you do whatever even if you don’t know what you want, randomly doing things to dwindle that all consuming ache— such as sinking onto his cock while blandly staring at him like you’re still figuring out what exactly your body desires, shifting through the millions of thoughts in your brain until it picks out the one saying to hop of his cock now and sit onto his face instead.
“wha??” he’s dazed when not seconds after his tongue first swipes over your drooling slit, you’re lifting yourself away from his chasing mouth. he hisses when you mutter, “no i need.. i want— breed me. please?” so sweet, he has to manhandle you onto your stomach and pumps thick loads into your puffy cunt repeatedly because of your continuous soft commands of “one more. one moreonemore.” every single round. “lock me.” you moan, and he grins at your lazy, humming giggle of satisfaction when he applies pressure onto your throat, flexing his bicep and forearm around your neck. “like that?” “fuck, mmyes, like that..” your words are tight yet airy, and taki just can’t help but laugh. you’re truly insatiable together.
🪐 riki mauss:
ok, maki would know because you would immediately warn him. you are the walking epitome of that audio: “HAAAA.. i wanna fuck you so bad right now..” where literally anything and everything he does makes you hawk him down, thinking of ways to get him over or under you. he finds it amusing. even before your ovulation hits, you’re stuck with the underlying simmering heat of your need as your estrogen rises, and sometimes it can get overwhelming to the point where you just need to air it out.. somehow. that’s when he realizes, when you suddenly become bolder with your choice of words, when the hesitation is nonexistent and the filter dissipate into thin air at such random times. maki has grown fond of it, how you’re randomly climbing onto his lap while he’s watching a show or something and — “ovulating.” you inform him briefly, nuzzling underneath his chin until he finally raises it for you to comfortably snuggle into him.
“hmm, yeah?” his deep voice so yum… you hum in response, almost purring when he rubs along your thigh instinctively, your hand shoving up his tank top to rest flat against his beating heart and warm skin. “mhm, it would be fun… if you fold me in half on this couch….” your finger draws circles over his skin.. and that’s what he ends up doing because he can’t say no to you. “you like that? just like this, bunny?” he asks, breathless, as he’s dumping his cum onto your slicked pussy as you’re slumped into the soft cushions, folded and feet high in the air, nodding dumbly as you’re catching your breath. even hours after getting what you wanted, you keep going. “we should make a sex tape.” you randomly said, clear enough for him to side eye you as you saunter passed him in the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack. “hello to you too then..”
“hi baby— oh, and maybe post it online or something. we’d probably make like thousands of views.” and he knows it would, so he does just that; records the beautiful view of your ass rippling with each bounce when you’re riding him reversed that night, but keeps it to himself because nobody deserves that view. it’s his to keep. anyways, you get so weird, he fuckin loves it. saying shit like “can i bite your ass?” after smacking it. or, “mhhhgg, your skin tastes so good right now,” after sucking his fingers impulsively. he can’t fight his urge to laugh the next time you’re sauntering around him, his dorky smile on his face when he sees your scheming grin. “makiiiii!” “yesss woman.. what’s on your mind today..” you’re dropping to your knees and his eyebrows raise in amusement as he chuckles, hands raising as yours hook over the waistband of his sweats.
“just curious how you feel when you’re growing on my tongue.” he giggles at your purr, still allowing you to shuffle down his pants, murmuring, “is it that bad this time?” your pout was fake, nodding along with a whine before you’re lowering onto his reddened head. he only says it to tease you, he does not mind it all. not when you’re teasing him back by laughing at how fast his erection grows, pulling away just to point at it with a snicker, all shiny with your spit and reddened with arousal. it only dies down when your need overcomes all other emotions quickly, “ok ‘m done. want you in me now.” and he’s letting you pull him out the chair with his grin still on his face.
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The humid summer air clung to Seoul’s neon-lit streets as laughter and sizzling meat smoke drifted up from the rooftop patio. Strings of bulb lights crisscrossed overhead, casting a golden glow over the sprawl of friends lounging on mismatched patio furniture. Empty soju bottles cluttered the wooden picnic tables, their glass surfaces slick with condensation under the oppressive August heat. Somewhere near the grill, Jungwon dramatically flipped a piece of samgyeopsal while Heeseung heckled his technique, their voices rising above the constant hum of cicadas.
"I'm telling you," Jay said around a mouthful of kimchi, pointing his chopsticks at no one in particular, "if they don't reopen the Hongdae club with the good chicken skewers by Chuseok, I'm staging a protest."
Winter nearly choked on her soju. "You wouldn't last a day in jail."
"I have connections!"
"Your cousin being a traffic cop doesn't count as connections," Giselle deadpanned, popping a piece of grilled garlic into her mouth.
The metal door clanged open just as the argument devolved, all heads turning as you sauntered in—two hours late, naturally—with your newest designer bag dangling from one shoulder and sunglasses still perched on your head despite the fading light.
"Traffic," you announced breezily, though everyone knew damn well you lived three blocks away.
Winter snorted into her cocktail, her sharp eyes tracking your entrance with amusement. Jay whistled low under his breath at your outfit—shorts so short they might as well be underwear, heels high enough to make your calves flex with every step. You smirked, accepting the drink Karina handed you without breaking stride, deliberately bypassing the only open seat—the one right next to Ni-ki.
He didn’t look up from his phone.
Not when you leaned over Jungwon's shoulder to steal a bite straight from his chopsticks, not when you laughed a little too loud at something dumb Jay said, your hand lingering on his bicep just to watch Ni-ki's fingers tighten around his beer bottle.
"You should've seen the guy who tried to buy me drinks tonight," you sighed, swirling your glass. "Third-rate actor. Kept going on about his 'craft.'"
Ni-ki scoffed without looking up. "Bet he cried when you turned him down."
The group went suspiciously quiet.
You took a slow sip, eyes locked on him over the rim. "Who said I turned him down?"
Three hours and several drunken karaoke sessions later, the party had devolved into chaos.
Somewhere along the line, someone had produced a bottle of expensive tequila—courtesy of that finance bro Ningning was sort-of-seeing—and things got messy fast. Winter was attempting (and failing) to do a handstand against the patio railing while Sunoo filmed, cackling. Heeseung and Jay were deep in debate over whether pineapple belonged on pizza (it didn't), their voices rising with each round of soju. You were at your wits ends.
im ready to go
Ni-ki’s phone lit up facedown on the picnic table. He didn’t reach for it. Just stood abruptly, stretching his arms over his head in a way that made his shirt ride up, exposing that stupid V-line that haunted your dreams. "I’m out," he announced to no one in particular, already grabbing his jacket.
You waited exactly four minutes—long enough for Winter to start suspiciously glancing between the door and your suspiciously smug expression—before sighing dramatically. "Ugh, I have an early shoot tomorrow."
"Since when do you wake up before noon?" Jungwon asked through a mouthful of pork belly.
You flipped him off, already slinging your bag over your shoulder.
The alley behind the building reeked of garbage and spilled liquor, the sticky asphalt muffling your heels as you rounded the corner—just in time to see Ni-ki crush his cigarette underfoot, his head snapping up at the sound of your approach.
"Traffic, huh?" he mocked, crowding you back against the brick wall before you could answer.
You hooked a finger in his belt loop, tugging him flush against you. "Miss me?"
His teeth grazed your earlobe. "Shut up."
The Uber arrived exactly seven minutes later—just enough time for your lipstick to smear beyond repair and his shirt buttons to come mysteriously undone.
The Uber’s backseat was cramped, but you made sure Ni-ki stayed exactly where you put him, sprawled across your lap, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him whimper.
The driver coughed pointedly.
You ignored him, tilting Ni-ki’s head back to expose his throat. "Tell me what you want," you murmured, nails scraping along his jaw.
Ni-ki’s hips jerked. "Fuck—"
You tightened your grip. "Words."
His breath came out in a shudder. "You. Please."
You rewarded him with a slow, filthy kiss, swallowing his moan as your free hand slipped under his waistband.
The driver adjusted the rearview mirror again.
Ni-ki whined, hips bucking into your touch.
"Be good," you warned, pinching his inner thigh hard enough to make him gasp. "Or I stop."
Your apartment door barely clicked shut before you had Ni-ki on his knees, his forehead pressed to the floor as you toed off your shoes.
"Look at me."
His head snapped up immediately, dark eyes wide and glassy with want. A thin sheen of sweat already glistened at his temples, his lips parted around shallow breaths. You reached down to cup his chin, your thumb dragging roughly over his swollen lower lip, feeling the heat of his skin against yours.
"You've been very impatient tonight," you murmured, watching the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard.
"Sorry," he whispered, the word catching in his throat when you tightened your grip on his jaw.
"Don't be." You released him with a small shove, stepping back to lean against the wall as you crossed your arms. "Take off your clothes. Slowly."
His fingers shook as they went to the first button of his shirt, the fabric slipping through his grasp twice before he managed to pop it open. You watched with hooded eyes as inch after inch of golden skin was revealed - the sharp cut of his collarbones, the smooth planes of his chest, the tantalising V of muscle leading downward. His shirt pooled on the floor behind him as he moved to his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle unnaturally loud in the quiet room.
When he finally stood bare before you, you let your gaze roam over every trembling inch of him, lingering on the way his cock twitched under your scrutiny, already hard and leaking against his stomach.
"On your back," you ordered, nodding toward the couch. "Hands above your head."
He moved like a man possessed, scrambling onto the cushions and stretching his arms up obediently. The position arched his back beautifully, putting every taut muscle on display. You prowled forward, letting your nails trail feather-light over his ribs, down the quivering muscles of his abdomen, along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs - everywhere but where he needed you most.
"Please," he finally gasped, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. His hips lifted off the couch in a silent plea, his cock flushed an angry red with neglect.
You raised an eyebrow, pausing. "Please, what?"
Ni-ki's entire body shuddered. "Touch me," he begged, his voice breaking on the words.
Instead of complying, you wrapped your hand around his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against your palm. "Not yet," you purred, watching his eyes roll back at the pressure. Only then did you finally wrap your fingers around his aching length, stroking once, twice - just enough to tease, not enough to relieve.
"Fuck!" he gasped, his back arching off the couch as his fingers twisted desperately in the cushions.
You leaned down until your lips brushed the shell of his ear, your hand moving in tight, relentless strokes. "Come when I tell you to."
Ni-ki nodded frantically, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding back. You increased your pace, your grip tightening just shy of painful, your thumb swiping roughly over the leaking head with every upstroke. His breath came in ragged pants, his muscles coiled tight as a bowstring beneath you.
"Now."
The command shattered him. Ni-ki came with a broken cry, his entire body convulsing as stripes of white painted his stomach and chest. You milked him through it, not stopping until he was whimpering from oversensitivity, his spent cock twitching weakly in your grasp.
You pulled back, wiping your hand clean on his heaving stomach, watching the way his abs contracted at the touch. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips kiss-swollen and parted as he struggled to catch his breath. You patted his damp cheek lightly, smiling at the way his eyes struggled to focus on you.
film contains…….You are doing skin care for your best friend by sitting on his lap as usual, while he is gaming, but accidentally grind on him, ending up with his cock inside you
film caution …….MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Unprotected sex(don’t do it) dry humping, making out/ kissing, grinding, fingering, edging, nipple play, talking abt fem!reader body parts, neck kisses, nipping the neck, spanking, usage of the word ass, clit play?, mentions of nick names like baby and etc, riding, tell me if anything more should be mentioned.
film length………5.2min(5.2k)
film keeper whispers ……….This is my first ever time publishing fic, I’m learning to write since I imagine a lot, I want to get it into words and now I got an idea for this with the help of Pinterest 😪. I tried my best, and slowly I’m gonna start my oneshot, idk how long it’s gonna be 🤷♀️. If any mistakes, let me know. Please request if u want anything. I will try my best to write butI’m a slow writer 😢. Would love moots, reblogs and likes ♥️
film melody playing……….. into you- ariana grande
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The chaotic bursts of neon light from the monitors washes over the room, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls of Heeseung’s room.
The room smells of expensive cologne, ozone from the humming PC, carrying the faint and sterile scent of rosewater and gentle soap in the air.
You are seated on Heeseung’s lap, straddling his hips, knees around them, on his chair, facing him in a position that the friction of your thighs against his jogger’s can’t be ignored.
Heeseung is fully concentrating on his game for now.
His eyes are sharp, darting to every move in the game, playing it very carefully though you are quite a distraction to him.
The headset he has on is filled with sounds of explosions and gunshots, and he pushes one piece of the headset aside so he can hear you.
You hold a small glass jar aloe vera gel, the product cool and smooth between your fingertips.
You’ve been massaging it on his face for the past ten minutes or maybe you just use it as an excuse to stay on his lap longer.
But then still, you don’t care about the game he was playing, you just wanted to end the ‘washing face with whatever soap is there in the shower’ routine for him, so he can get good and fresh skin.
“Stop moving idiot” you murmur, voice soft but firm and commanding him a little because he keeps on moving.
You can feel the heat radiating from him as you blend the cream on his face in small upwards circles.
His jaw is clenched, trying his best not to feel you and your stupid tactics as a distraction, which you are sitting innocently on his lap like you don't understand what’s wrong in doing this.
“I’m in an important fight, Y/N” he grunts, though there’s no real anger behind his voice.
“If I lose this round, I’m gonna blame you and your so-called skincare routine” he adds, mocking lightly.
“Uhh, my skincare routine is obviously way better than whatever you do in the stupid shower,” you retort, sliding your fingers on his temple now.
“No soap is gonna clean your face like my skincare does, your skin feel shit, and it’s screaming for help, so think of this as an upgrade for your face”
He lets out a laugh, his eyes fixed towards the screen. “Sure,” he says as if it’s nothing, “My skin has a mouth and it’s screaming”.
You roll your eyes at that, moving a little back so you can look at him even though he doesn’t.
“Just because it doesn’t have a loud, cocky mouth like you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” you shoot back.
“And for your kind information,” you continue, leaning closer to his face again, to spread the gel on his face, “You’re skin is so dehydrated, maybe it looks fine, but it really isn’t, so be grateful”
“I should be— What? grateful? Why? And what? I have a cocky mouth?” he splutters, turning towards you showing an exaggerated, horrified expression which was totally just acting.
"First place, I don’t even care about my skin, Second, you should be grateful that I’m letting you do this while I’m literally in the middle of a serious fight, Third—”
“Hey, dont move!,” you interrupt, pushing back his face towards the screen.
“I can’t do it properly, if you keep moving” you add and he becomes quiet and goes back to playing his game very seriously.
You slowly get even more closer to his face.
For real, you’ve done this almost a hundred times before, sitting on his lap touching his face and all stuff, but today something in the air feels different.
For the first time the closeness doesn’t feel normal.
It feels dangerous, surreal and maybe something new.
Every time he breathes near you, every time his chest brushes against yours, you feel your pulse raise.
You try to ignore it, focusing your attention back to what you are doing, but it only makes it worse, because now, you’re actually looking at him.
The sharp line of his nose, the long lashes that fall against his skin, the bambi-like looking eyes, and then your gaze drops down— unintentionally.
You blink, realizing you are staring at him, you shake your head slightly to clear it, pushing those sudden, distracting thoughts away as quickly as they come.
You don't want to be caught by him, which will only make it more embarrassing.
You quickly turn back to your work— properly this time.
So, you shift your weight, moving closer to him, trying to adjust the position so reaching the bridge of his nose would be easier.
As you move, your thighs slide against his joggers, hips very slightly against each other, the friction sending a sudden spark through your body, but you push it away.
It was just a small moment for you, which you just want to ignore, but it sent a shudder through Heeseung’s body which you didn’t know.
“Fuck—” Heeseung groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand so tightly as you freeze at the pressure.
“Don’t—Don’t fucking do that, I’m trying my best to concentrate, baby” he forces out softly, the words tight as he grits his teeth.
You don’t understand what happened.
One second, you’re applying the gel on his face, moving closer to reach his nose—and the next, he throws his head against the chair and it’s pissing you since you already told him to not move.
“I said to not move, Heeseung!! And seriously, it’s not my mistake that you can’t concentrate on your game” you say, a hint of irritation slipping through your voice.
You don’t understand what is wrong or what is his problem, even though it was quite obvious you couldn’t figure it out, so you just get back to working on his face.
You shift your weight again, trying to adjust your position to get a better angle on his face, slightly moving left.
This movement causes your leggings to unintentionally rub your thigh against his growing hardness.
“Baby, fuck—“ he rasps, as his other hand also leaves keyboard to grab the other side of your hip and holds you so tightly with both of the hands that you were sure it will leave few bruises by tomorrow.
His head abruptly falls on your shoulder as the room fills with the loud harsh blares from the monitor which indicates he lost the game but you didn’t know it.
“Heeseung what the—” before you could even scold him, you gasp from him pulling you down, pressing you against him in a way that you can feel his big bulge on your core.
“Heeseung….” you whisper, your voice trembling.
“Don’t—fucking don’t,” he starts, speaking as his head is still on your shoulder, you hear it in his voice, how he is trying his all best to control himself.
“Don’t tell me stop when all I was doing was sitting here….trying my all best to control myself, while here you are sitting on my fucking lap, moving how ever you want……. God! Y/N you’ve been killing me here, I can’t stop anymore—”
He stops talking, lifting his head from your shoulder before capturing your lips in a searing, aching, desperate kiss, hands moving from your hips to your waist, gripping it so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.
He kisses you rough, like gentleness isn’t even an option right now, like he’s done holding back, done pretending this doesn’t mean anything as the gel smears on your face from his face.
All the years of your friendship, when he did his best to hold back, but now he’s done.
For a second you forget how to breathe, the intensity, the desperation and the desire from his mouth against yours, knocking the thoughts out of your brain.
You don’t even process the fact that HE, HE, your best friend is kissing you right now. Never in a million years did you think this out of all would happen—a lie you had a lot of sex dreams with him cuz he was too hot, and……..never mind.
You are still trying to process this when the grip on your waist tightens to pull you out of your thoughts.
The jar slips from your hand, shattering into pieces, and gel spreads everywhere on the floor, but you don’t even notice it.
You melt against him, your hand slowly moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers curling tightly in the hair as you pull him closer and kiss him back with the same desire, desperation and intensity.
He lets out a low deep growl, something filled with satisfaction like he knew you would kiss him without holding back.
It vibrates through your whole body, slowly heat starts coiling up in your lower belly more than what you felt a while ago.
You start feeling needy and want him more than you ever did.
But then he pulls back, forehead against yours, his breath hot, and his lips swollen from the hard rough kiss.
“Tell me to stop—” he whispers against your mouth in a low hoarse, octave voice which sends a shiver through your body.
You shake your head instantly before he can even finish.
“No,” you whisper, the word barely leaving your throat. “Don’t. Please don’t ”
You roll your hips against his voluntarily.
You need more.
You need the friction to not be a tease and start being the truth. The reality.
“Fuck—“ Heeseung hisses the moment he hears the deny and feels the roll of your hips directly against his bulge.
This time you’ve done it on purpose, you need more and you are clearly showing it.
He roughly grabs your jaw,tilting your head back, and crashing his lips on to yours again.
This time it’s all tongue and teeth, he doesn’t ask for permission, he claims it like it’s his.
You gasp into the kiss, this was more aggressive and desperate han before.
He takes his chance to enter his tongue into your mouth when you gasp.
His tongue plunges into your mouth, taking in your whispers and every inch of your mouth, he doesn’t waste a single single second.
His palm is hot.
He moves his hand from your waist to your hips as they slowly slip under your long hoodie or probably his which you wear all the time.
His hands move on your lower back, pulling you closer that there isn’t a millimetre also left between you both.
He breaks the kiss to move lower, his lips dragging along your jaw, sucking gently, before moving down to the column of your throat.
You tilt your head back without thinking, giving him more, your fingers going to his shoulders to hold tightly as his kisses grow firmer, more lingering.
“Hee….mm….Hee…” your breath stutters, his name coming from your mouth like a chant, unsteady whispers, which you can’t hold back anymore.
His hand moves down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a spank.
His palm against your ass made you leave out a loud gasp, your back arching slightly.
He doesn’t pull away, he soothes it down slowly, in a way it makes your toe curl.
The literal sensation sends sparks right over to your core, making you clench a round nothing.
He starts placing open mouthed kisses near your collarbone and neck, his breath hot and damp, leaving the warmth of his mouth behind.
He moves below your ear, instantly financing your sweet spot and nips your skin lightly.
You let out a sharp cry, breathing unsteadily.
The moment you let it out, he leans in again, nipping it harder than before, sucking a dark, purple mark, visibly claiming you.
He follows down to your collarbone, nipping wherever he finds your sweet spots to let out those sweet little sounds that feel like music to his ears.
You don’t stop, you keep whimpering his name, gasping when his tongue darts out to lick gently after nipping on your sweet spots.
You are drenched.
Your panties are suffocatingly tight because of the silk clinging to your folds as you leak for him.
You need him.
You need to feel full.
You were sure it is making it hard to even take in air properly just because of his hot kisses on your body.
One of his hands tugs the hem of your hoodie, asking you permission if he was allowed to remove it while he was still busy marking you up.
“Yes! Please—remove it” you please, your voice cracking a little bit.
He doesn’t even take a second to tug it off, the moment you accept it, in one fluid motion he pulls it off you.
For a second he freezes.
You aren’t wearing a bra, the cool air hitting your bare skin, making your nipples harden and maybe you weren’t even sure if it was air or his gaze all over your body making you turn again and again and again…..
You aren’t wearing anything else except the black lace of your panties peeking out of your tiny shorts you wore.
“Fuck baby—” he growls, his eye’s darkening, pupils expanding until his hazel is almost entirely black.
He looks at you like you’re both sin and miracle given to him at once.
“This is what you have been gatekeeping from me, huh?” he asks, his hands moving to cup the underside of your breast, lifting them up slightly, as his thumb slightly grazes over the peck.
You whimper, throwing your head back at that little touch surge of pleasure shoots to your core.
“This tiny waist,” his hands moving to the mid section, squeezing the softness there, devouring your body with his eyes.
“These wide, beautiful hips,” his finger moving on the waistband, pulling the elastic tight.
He bends a little, pressing a hot, lingering kiss right above the fabric of your panties, his lips grazing the skin of your hip.
The sensation sends a jolt through your body, sending shivers as your legs shake.
“Including the ass you’ve been teasing me with for years,” he said his voice filled with lust and love, and then he looks at you, how you look wrecked just for his touch.
He spanks you again, harder and more firm this time.
You cry out, a sound filled with shock, pleasure and pain, but please wins it all for now.
You thought he would probably soothe it again but no, it was paining harder but he made no movement to touch or soothe it, just casually leans back on to the chair.
He just lets it linger there, making it a reminder for you.
To remind you, who you actually belong to though he hasn’t fucked the shit out you yet.
Now his gaze isn’t on your face, it moves lower.
Your neck. No
Your collarbone. No
Your Shoulders. No
Just shamelessly, directly looking at your breasts with a hungry gaze, something you wanted to see all along.
“And finally……these beautiful, big boobs” he whispers.
He bends down, his lips hovering right over your breast, his hot breath teasing your nipples.
And then he pecks it…..to just tease you more.
The moment his hot breath was on your nipple.
Just his hot breath.
Hot.
Breath.
You found yourself getting hungrier for him, you didn’t want him to tease you, you needed him, right then and there.
He knew it, he knew how you felt, how you are breathing, how you need him, but won’t give you what you want right now.
“Hee please—” you grind on him again but he holds back your hips making you stop, before you please again or tell him how badly you need him.
Then he starts sucking it, like he can’t hold back anymore, like this was the last thing left on the earth, maybe even like he was thirsty for them.
He wants to tease you, but couldn't hold himself back from you either, that grinding, those pleas from your mouth, made him rethink his decision from teasing you.
You could hear his sucking sounds, wet and vulgar, because of the wetness of his saliva spreading on to your nipples.
Your back arches, your hands instinctively find his hair, gripping it tightly.
He groans at the tight pull of his hair, making him harder underneath.
He sucks on your nipples, tongue circling around the peck, and tugging it slightly before sucking it again, doing the same thing over and over again, while his other hand finds your breast, squeezing, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.
You moan, loud, honest, no stopping.
The pleasure was too good.
Your hips start bucking instantly against his bulge again, rolling your hips harder than before, grinding more.
He notices it as he pulls back from sucking with a wet plop.
“Eager now baby?” He teases, his voice dropping low.
You nod, hips moving harder, searching for friction.
For a second he thought to let you do something at least for yourself or not stopping you like he was before but no, straight away his hands move to your hips stopping you right when you thought it was getting better.
Then he bends down and moves to the other breast without a word to you, giving it the same attention as before, while his other hand was on the breast which was wet from his saliva, but still playing with it, satisfying you with his hand.
It was good, undeniably you like you, but the fact that your pussy was throbbing to be filled was not ignorable.
You didn't want to wait.
“Hee….please…please..I need you so bad—ahh” you let out a sharp cry as he bites down your nipples, his hands lowering, across your thighs and rids your shorts from your legs without asking you.
“Needy baby?” He asks as he pulls back, like knew nothing.
“Hee—ahhh” you moan when his fingers touch the wetness of your pussy just through the lace black panties.
“So wet for me baby” he coos as he feels the moisture soaking through the lace.
He finally strips them away also, leaving you bare on his lap, pressing against him.
The contact is sharp, as now you are directly pressing against the rough fabric over his bulge.
He finds his way to your clit, pressing on the swollen bud right away, rubbing it in circles with no patience, but with punishing pressure that makes your vision blur.
Your mouth opens, letting out sharp breaths, eyes shut, finally getting whatever you’ve been longing for, you instinctively bite down on your lips as choked sobs and moans come out of your throat.
“No baby, don’t bite your lip, don’t stop, moan for me, darling” he says softly, before pushing 2 fingers into your soaking warmth at once.
You scream from the sudden push, it wasn’t warned, it was too sudden.
He starts pushing deeper into your spongy walls, as your walls clench around his fingers, he groans in your neck, his fingers curling in spots making you moan and vision blur from the pleasure.
“Fuck baby, thats it, take my fingers like a good girl” he finally adds the third finger, stretching you apart as you wail, and then heeseung leans to kiss you again, tongue entering your mouth directly, taking in all your sounds while pumping his fingers in and out, while his thumb presses and circles on your bud.
He moves faster, pulling away from the kiss, gripping your hips tightly while pumping his fingers faster, your hands move to his shoulders tightening as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, while whimpering and gasping, leaving out breathy huffs.
As you feel your orgasm building, tightening low in your belly, just the tension in your thighs becomes unbearable.
“Hee— I’m—” before could even finish your sentence, he pulled out his fingers, just only the pad of his thumb pressing over your swollen clit, trapping the pleasure before it could explode.
Your eyes open wide, blown in shock as a moan of frustration screeches from your throat at the literal loss of his fingers inside.
“Hee, why–” you gasp, hips bucking instinctively towards his hand wanting more.
“Mmm” he just hums, looking down at your pussy while circling your clit, rubbing it in small circles but never quite providing the friction you need to tip over the edge.
“Hee, please!” you whine, trying to grind his hand, but he holds your hip tight enough to not let you move, he is still looking at your pussy, but then finally looks up.
Eyes dark with lust, his smoldering gaze at you making you pause for a second before he says “please, what?” in a low octave, his voice sounding husky.
“I-I need to come,” you wail, grinding on his bulge over his rough fabric making you want more, in fact you’ve never felt this needy.
Him edging you just made it worse, you couldn't take the teasing now, you need him and you won't stop asking for it.
“please hee please I need you, I want you so badly. I can’t take it anymore!!” you beg.
He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound.
He doesn't put his fingers back in you or do anything you asked for.
Instead, he starts to kiss you, deep, demanding kisses that taste of mint and desperation.
The intensity of the kiss swallows you while leaving you breathless and your hands move to his head, running your hands through his long, lustrous black hair.
His tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling desperately while sliding down his joggers and boxer to pull his cock out.
He pulls away from the kiss, pulling your head back away from his.
You look down into his hands and the moment you saw it, you were starstuck.
He is big.
Not big like you think, very big in a way you weren't sure if you could even take him.
It was shocking.
You knew this was coming, when you guys crossed your lines today but god he is just so big.
His cock is big, fucking standing straight, curling a little but still so so straight in way you never stood in your whole life, wow, it is hot and swollen, throbbing as the tip is in a beautifully pink color, glistening with precum as he held the shaft in his hand.
You are staring at it shamelessly, because who wouldn't look at something so beautiful and gorgeous.
“Like what you see baby?” he asks, when he caught you staring at his cock.
You snap out of your thoughts, raising your head up, eyes locking on to his eyes, as your cheeks burn from embarrassment.
“Want it inside you baby?” he questions as he feels your arousal just by looking at you face.
You nod slightly and that's what it takes before he jerks it on your pussy once, slapping his cock against it a few times, spreading his precum all over.
An unfiltered screech comes out of your throat, showing how needy you are when he slaps the tip on your pussy.
You move a little, rubbing it a little on his cock, whimpering a little.
“You want it so bad right? You’ll get it baby” he doesn't wait another second.
He grips your waist and heaves you upward and then slams you down on to his cock.
Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you scream into the crook of his neck when he buries himself, all the way to the hilt inside you in one fluid, powerful motion.
The fullness is overwhelming, a blunt pressure that hits your cervix and sends ripples of pleasure radiating through your entire lower body.
The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled, the stretch of your pussy, the sudden, intense heat of him deep within your pussy.
You feel your internal muscles spasm around him, clamping down tight, clenching it so tight which makes Heeseung leave a raw guttural growl out feeling you all around him.
His cock twitches inside you, showing how badly he needed this.
“Baby–fuck, so tight…you feel so good baby” he says, his hands sliding down to your ass gripping.
You stay still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the only sound the heavy thrum of the PC fans and your synchronized gasping.
The gaming chair creaks as you begin to move, tentatively at first, lifting your hips a few inches and then sliding back down.
You only lift an inch before slamming back down, the impact making the gaming chair rock precariously.
The feeling of him filling inside you was so so good, that you didn't care about anyone hearing your moans, as your moans echo all through the room.
Your grip on his shoulder tightens as the pleasure of him being inside you, stretching you apart with his cock was the best feeling you ever felt.
The squelching and wet sounds of your pussy moving on his cock, taking him all the way down to his shaft, then moving back halfway, and falling back down, with your moans and Heeseung’s groans fill you the room.
The sounds are lewd, obscene or even pornographic, it didn't feel real.
You riding your best friend's cock feels like a dreaming true.
You slowly find your rhythm, more confident, more desperate.
Your mouth falls agape, moaning loudly every time you ride him, head falls back as the tip hits that spot that makes you see stars, your breasts bounce with every downward thrust, your hardened nipples scrape against his shirt every time.
“Yes, just like that baby” he groans as his head hits the chair, while he grips your ass and starts lifting you higher so he can move deeper.
You are desperate now, the need for release overriding everything.
The friction against your clit is intense, a searing heat that builds with every slide.
You lean forward, your hair falling over your face, your mouth finding his again.
The kiss is sloppy, desperate, the sound of your tongues clashing mixing with the wet slaps of your bodies.
Tentatively, Heeseung also starts moving his hips up, thrusting upward slowly, testing the waters to see how it would be.
And fuck it, it was so so so good.
“Ahh” you moan as the tip of his cock hits deeper in your pussy, as your walls clench around him in pleasure.
You scream into his mouth, it is so intense, your pussy takes him all the way on to his shaft.
You keep riding him until you feel that low tingling feeling in your lower stomach.
You are about to come, you needed it any minute now.
You are moving faster, breath uneven, shamelessly moaning so loudly, you are sure your neighbours could hear it but you couldn't care less.
“Ngh heee” you wail, you dont know if its pain or pleasure or all together but it was good and stretching you apart and finally you are about to come.
“Hee–hee i-m im coming!!” you choke out, the orgasm is about to come as he moves his hips faster, thrusting harder.
“Yes baby, yes, come for me, come on my cock baby” he says, holding your hips, gripping it so hard, it could leave red marks on it and speeding up the movements, slamming you down onto his cock, taking control.
“Ahh–mm yess, yess im coming!!” you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.
Heeseung doesnt stop, he fucks you through it, chasing his orgasm.
“Hee—” you scream so loudly, it was too much, you are overstimulating, you coat his cok, milking it all the way.
“I-i cant..too much–”
“Yess, you can, you can for me baby” his movements becoming faster, more erratic. He's grunting now, the sounds guttural and raw.
He lifts you slightly and then slams you down, the leather of the chair creaking loudly under the strain.
The sound of your pussy engulfing him is a wet, rhythmic squelch, the air being pushed out of your orifice in small, needy puffs.
“Im-im coming baby” he moves faster again and again.
“Im gonna fill you up, you’re gonna take me like a good girl and fill me up right?” he says as he looks at you and captures your lips into kiss again.
You feel him tense, his entire body turning to stone beneath you.
With one final, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your very soul, he lets out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body tensing.
He gives one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as you feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the liquid warmth spreading through your internals.
“Fuck–take it baby”
You moan as he fills you up, while he grunts and finally comes undone inside you which felt so so so good.
As the intensity fades, he doesn't move.
He keeps you pressed against him, his heart hammering against your ribs.
You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, though he remains deep within. A small amount of semen and lubricant leaks from the junction of your bodies, dripping onto the black leather of the chair with a soft patter.
“That was–soo good” you whisper to him.
He smiles, that goddamn smile that melts you right away, probably even your bones.
He pushes a wet hair stand behind your hair as he finally speaks.
“Very good. Are you happy?” he asks and that genuinely made you feel happy that he was asking your opinion.
You nod, you look wrecked so did he, both of you breathing heavily, faces flushed.
“Are you ok?” he asks you sweetly after showing his dark side which you loved and so did you like that gentleness in his which made your heart filp and beat faster.
You blush as you nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Dont hide baby” he pulls you back cupping your face.
“Mm” you whine sweetly.
He kisses your forehead gently.
"So," he says, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I think I lost that match."
You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder.
"Worth it?"
"The best loss of my life," he whispers, kissing your temple.
Heeseug twitches inside you, making you whimper.
“You’re still inside me hee” you say to him as it hurts a little but don't bother but it's still sticky and messy altogether.
But then he shrugs it off as if it's nothing, you frown and ask him “what?” and try to pull away.
He doesn't let you, he slams you back down as you scream and squeal from shock.
“Hee–” then while you are still inside him, he abruptly stands up, while still holding you tightly around your waist and still inside you.
“Ready for round 2 baby” he asks as you widen your eyes in shock while his cock gets stiff all the way till his shaft again.
“Hee~” he crashes his lips on to yours slamming you onto the wall and starts moving inside you.
⋆˚࿔ you want to go home with the hot stranger you saw at the club. luckily, it’s obvious that he wants you to go home with him too. ࿔˚⋆
♪ now playing: body - drezzy
pairing: keeho x fem!reader
genre: smut (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)
cw: inspired by a song, strangers to ???, usage of alcohol, kissing, grinding, making out, hickies, cunnilingus (f. receiving), hair pulling (m. & f. receiving), penetrative sex (reader on birth control), riding, creampie, aftercare, a little bit of desperate switch!keeho bc i got a bit self indulgent and strayed from the plot ngl
wc: 2738
author's note ~ user kyoluvrs finally writes a fic for kyo :3
song requested by @starryminaz
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the club was loud and alive when you walked in with your friends.
the main lights were dimmed low, just enough to see a few feet ahead of you. smaller disco lights sat on the front corners of the dj table, casting different colors and patterns onto the walls and ceiling and flashing along with the current song. the heat from all the bodies greatly contrasted the cool weather of the night outside as you made your way over to the bar, ordering your go-to drink along with a round of shots to celebrate a night of finally finding a time to all hang out despite busy schedules.
you felt his eyes on you as soon as you set your empty shot glass down.
your eyes found his with a precision you didn’t know you had, as if you were meant to find him at that exact moment. he was also with his friends, but he didn’t look like he was paying attention to the conversation in the slightest.
and he wasn’t; not when your outfit was accentuating your curves perfectly and he could feel your confidence radiating from across the room.
you gave him a quick smile, thinking your eyes met only for that moment, before your drink was shoved into your hand and you were whisked to the dance floor.
as you danced with your friends, your drink quickly disappearing, you couldn’t stop thinking about the guy you saw, how you wish you had gotten a better glance at him. or, at least, more time at the bar.
whatever deity that was watching over you must’ve felt particularly generous that night.
when you noticed your cup was empty, you leaned in close to your friends to tell them you were getting another drink, only to pull away and run smack into another clubgoer, momentarily losing your balance.
you yelp and stumble backwards when strong hands grab your waist, helping to steady you as you stand upright again. you look up at the stranger, going to thank them, but your voice dies in your throat.
the man from earlier looks down at you with a worried look on his face, his blond hair styled out of his eyes save for a few stray pieces. his sharp facial features are accentuated by the lighting from the dj table, and his outfit consisted of jeans, an animal printed button down, a leather jacket, and a simple silver chain around his neck. quite frankly, he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen.
“are you alright? i wasn’t aware of my surroundings, i’m sorry.”
fuck, even his voice was as attractive as him.
“ah…yes, thank you,” you smile. “no need to apologize.”
he smiles back, and you almost give into him right then and there. his eyes flit down to the empty drink in your hand, then back to you. “can i buy you a drink to make up for it?”
your friend from behind you, the only one who hadn’t taken a shot with the rest of the group and was responsible for driving, lays her hand on your shoulder. “if you don’t go home with that man, i swear i’m not letting you get into the car with us.”
you laugh and look back to the stranger. “my friend told me to say yes, as if i wasn’t going to already.”
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you learn the man’s name is keeho, and he’s at the club to celebrate winning a local dance competition. you meet his friends in passing as they stop by to tell keeho that one of them, you think his name is intak, drank too much and they’re going back to the hotel. the one holding intak up, who had short black hair and a sliver of a tattoo showing from where his shirt had ridden up, reminded keeho to be safe (“let us know when you make it to wherever you guys end up!”) before they slip through the crowd towards the exit.
keeho turns back to you, his ears red from what you could see, and finishes the rest of his drink in one go. “let’s go dance?”
you nod, closing out your tabs and making your way back to the dancefloor. keeho’s hand is intertwined with yours as he guides you through the crowd, turning you toward him when he finds a spot that will accommodate the two of you.
you start swaying your body to the beat, keeho watching in awe as you lose yourself in the music. the lights make you look ethereal, the alcohol making your movements loose and carefree as you spin and lean your back against his chest.
you feel his breath hitch as you continue to move, ass pressing against his crotch, and you feel his hands move to hold your waist. he leans down to whisper into your ear, an action that sets your skin on fire.
“you’re playing a dangerous game here.”
you turn your head and mirror his action. “don’t you want to play too?” you press a feather light kiss to his jaw. “i think we both know what the prize is. want to share it with me?”
keeho’s answer comes in the form of him smashing his lips against yours.
you reciprocate as he pulls you impossibly closer, one of his hands coming up to tilt your jaw and deepen the kiss. you feel a tent in his pants start to form as you grind oh him again, this time with more intent.
“call an uber,” he trails hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat. “my place. i’ll give you the address and i’ll pay for it.”
you let out a whimper as you follow his command, typing in the address then handing him your phone so he can put in his payment information. as he does this, you grind against him again, turning around after to run your hands up his chest.
keeho places the phone back in your hand once he’s done, his hands immediately finding their way back to your waist as he pulls you against him. one of his hands makes its way down to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he attaches his mouth to your neck again, sucking a hickey into the skin as you let out a moan that gets drowned out by the crowd.
he kisses his way back up to your lips, giving you one last desperate kiss before pulling away, panting and flushed. “let’s go outside. the uber shouldn’t be too long.”
you nod, peeling yourself away from him as you check the time it’ll take before the uber arrives outside. you figure five minutes is more than enough time, so you take his hand and make your way through the crowd.
keeho follows you, watching as you stumble your way through the crowd, making it out the doors into the cool night air. you look for a place to wait, deciding on a nearby lamppost, and you pull him with you.
he’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or not, but when you bump into the pole and turn to him giggling, keeho doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more gorgeous in his entire life, and he can’t help but grab your face and kiss you again.
you kiss back, and everything in between the kiss and being in keeho’s apartment is a blur.
you barely remember climbing into the uber, clinging onto keeho as his arm wraps around your shoulders, and then getting out just as quickly as you got in. you vaguely remember being in an elevator, keeho pressing you against the wall in a searing kiss while your hands tugged at his hair, and then suddenly you were inside the apartment, lock clicking in place as keeho helped you take off your shoes and lifted you into his arms.
you gasped at the sudden show of strength, clinging onto him as he walks to his bed and tosses you onto it. you hit the bed with a small oof, which was enough to help you start sobering up.
keeho, however, had more plans of getting drunk.
you yelp as he pulls you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, hastily unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. he wastes no time in burying his face between your legs, lapping and sucking on your clit while he holds your thighs apart.
you can’t help but let out a loud moan, hand tangling in keeho’s hair as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. his tongue switches between giving attention to your clit and your entrance, pushing your thighs so your legs are in the air to give him more access.
your hand pulls on his hair as you grind against his mouth, the vibrations from his moan sending white hot pleasure through your core. you can feel your climax start to rapidly build, evident to keeho from the way your moans increase in volume, and he keeps his pace until your orgasm takes over your body.
keeho lets your legs clamp around his head as your ride out your high, back arching, your hand still gripping his hair. he drinks up everything you have to offer him, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before pulling away and undressing himself.
you watch as he sheds his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned body you couldn’t help but sit up and stare at. you reach your hand out, running your nails down the expanse of his skin, unclasping his belt when your hand reaches the waistband and helping him out of his pants and underwear.
his dick springs up against his stomach, the tip an angry red from being neglected for so long. you wrap your hand around him, hot and heavy and big, and you can’t help but lean forward and take him into your mouth.
keeho hisses and gently moves your head away, chuckling at the pout that forms on your lips.
“next time baby. i just really need to be inside of you right now.”
you clench around nothing at his straightforwardness as he pushes you back down, rubbing his dick against your folds as you both sigh at the contact.
“what happened to really needing to be inside me?” you bucked your hips up as you said this, trying to catch his tip on your entrance so you could finally feel him.
keeho masks his groan with a smirk as he watches your eyes widen when he does exactly what you want him to do. “watch that little mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble.”
“and if i don’t?”
he pushes in just slow enough so the burn as he stretches you isn’t unbearable, drawing a long, loud moan out of you. “then you’re in for a very long night, darling.”
he wastes no time in fucking you at a fast pace, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises in the morning. you scramble to find something to hold onto, settling on the comforter and bunching the fabric in your hands to keep yourself grounded.
“fuck… you feel so good…” keeho’s desperation is evident in the way his thrusts get deeper…
“so tight… like you were made for me… ah… oh my god…”
…but it’s especially present in the way that he’s so lost in the pleasure that you’re both taken aback and infinitely more turned on when he starts whimpering, actually whimpering, in between the praises.
“keeho…” one of your hands snakes up his chest, your index finger hooking underneath the silver chain and pulling him into a kiss before you whisper against his lips. “let me ride you.”
keeho moans out loud and pulls out, crawling onto the bed and laying on his back. you hover over him, positioning yourself and sinking back down onto him with a moan that syncs up with his.
you brace yourself to move by putting your hands on his chest, but he holds your waist to prevent you from moving.
“wait… don’t move yet. i don’t want this to be over so soon. i’m really glad you asked me to switch positions because i was getting close and i didn’t know if i could cum inside or not and you’re really hot and-”
he doesn’t get to finish his rambling before your lips are on his again, and when you pull away to look at him, he looks fucked out.
“i’m on the pill,” you whisper, and you feel him twitch inside of you. “now let me make you feel good.” you don’t give him time to respond before you start moving your hips.
keeho fully believes he’s been sent to heaven with the way you’re moving on top of him. you, who he thinks looks absolutely ethereal in the low lighting of the bedroom, your face flushed as you bounce up and down, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of the fluttering of your cunt around him, the way you’re fucking him so perfectly, how this is the best sex he’s had in a long time.
he realizes he doesn’t want this to be a one time thing.
fueled by desire, he slides his hands up your torso, cupping your boobs and running his thumbs over your nipples. you whimper, hips faltering in their rhythm, and keeho takes this moment to regain control and thrust up.
a moan escapes your lips, nails digging into his chest as you grind down on him. he keeps thrusting into you as his hands move down to your waist, keeping you in place as he slams in and out of you, the pressure building until you can’t hold it in anymore.
“keeho…” your thighs are burning now from the position. “fuck, ‘m close…”
his thrusts start to get sloppy, as if it was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, and he looks up at you, who was seconds away from ruin.
“cum with me. now.”
the coil snaps, and your climax wracks through your body like a hurricane. your orgasm triggers keeho’s, who lets out a moan as he empties himself inside of you.
you collapse onto his chest and his arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back as both your heartbeats begin to slow. you feel him start to soften inside of you before you decide to speak. “that was incredible.”
he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “i was about to say the same thing.”
you giggle, lifting yourself off of keeho and whimpering at the loss of fullness. “i, uh, i should get going. i don’t usually linger too long after hookups.”
“don’t.”
keeho sits up, hands gently holding onto your waist. “stay here tonight.”
“keeho…” you blush a little.
“i want to get to know you beyond this,” he says. “you really seemed like my type, and i really enjoyed talking to you while we were at the bar. you can borrow some of my clothes. i can make breakfast in the morning and we can keep talking.”
you weigh your options. go home or have a nice guy who fucks well make you food in the morning?
stupid question.
you cup keeho’s cheek, smiling softly at the way he leans into your hand. “i’ll stay.”
he smiles and leans forward to kiss your nose before gently setting you on the bed and getting up. he puts on his boxers before disappearing into the bathroom, coming out with a warm, damp towel that he cleans you off with before rummaging through his drawers. he procures a tee shirt and another pair of his boxers, putting your panties back on and helping you dress before pulling the covers back and laying down, patting the sheets next to him.
you chuckle and lay down next to him, putting your head on his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “y’know, we don’t have to wait until morning to keep talking.”
“is that so?” he presses a kiss to your forehead.
you hum. “tell me more about you. how you started dancing. how you met the guys. how the competition went. i want to know more.”
keeho smiles, thanking whoever was watching over him for sending you to him. “i’d be happy to tell you everything.”
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