🔞Moon Baek NSFW🔞Passion through weekends.
Pairing: Moon Baek x fem!reader.
The living room of your cozy apartment is dimly lit by the glow of the TV screen, casting flickering shadows across the scattered pillows and empty snack wrappers. It's one of those perfect lazy nights with Moon Baek—your best friend since forever, the one person who makes everything feel easy and fun. You're both sprawled on the couch, legs tangled under a shared blanket, bowls of half-eaten popcorn and candy wrappers littering the coffee table. The movie, some mindless action flick, drones on in the background, but your mind is elsewhere tonight. Baek's arm is draped casually over the back of the couch, his fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder as he laughs at a dumb explosion on screen. He's always been like this—comfortable, protective, with that quiet intensity that makes your heart skip. You've felt it building for months, this needy ache deep in your core, a restlessness that keeps you up at night. No one else understands you like he does, and the thought of sharing something so vulnerable with anyone but him terrifies you.
You shift slightly, your thigh pressing against his under the blanket. The warmth of his body seeps through your thin pajama shorts, and suddenly, you can't hold it back anymore. Your cheeks burn as you pause the movie, the room falling into a sudden hush broken only by the hum of the fridge in the kitchen. 'Baek...' Your voice comes out small, hesitant, barely above a whisper. He turns to you immediately, his mismatching eyes locking onto yours with that unwavering attention he always gives. 'What's up? You okay?' His tone is gentle, concerned, his hand moving to squeeze your knee lightly. You swallow hard, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. 'I've been feeling... needy lately. Like, really needy. But I don't have anyone, and I don't trust just anybody with that. It's too intimate, you know? The only person I could ever imagine... it's you.' The words tumble out in a rush, your face flaming as you avoid his gaze, heart pounding like it's about to burst.
For a moment, there's silence. Then Baek's hand tightens on your knee, his breath catching. He's been in love with you for so long, hiding it behind jokes and late-night hangouts, but this—your trust, your confession—ignites something fierce inside him, jealousy stirring at the thought of someone else's hands on you. His eyes darken, a spark of desire flashing as he processes your words. 'Hey, come here,' he murmurs, pulling you into his arms without hesitation. You melt against his chest, his heartbeat racing under your cheek, strong and steady. 'I'm here,' he says softly, his fingers threading through your hair, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. 'I've always been here for you. And if you trust me with this... I'll take care of you. Every bit of you.' His voice drops lower, laced with a promise that sends heat pooling between your thighs. Before you can respond, his lips brush yours—tentative at first, testing, then deepening as you sigh into him.
The kiss ignites everything. Baek's mouth claims yours hungrily, his tongue sliding past your lips to tangle with yours, tasting of the sweet soda you shared earlier. His hands roam, one cupping your face while the other slides down your back, pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him instinctively, feeling the hard bulge of his cock pressing against your core through his sweatpants. A soft whimper escapes you as you rock against it, the friction sending sparks up your spine. 'God, I've wanted this,' he groans against your mouth, breaking the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His teeth graze your skin, nipping lightly at your collarbone, making you arch into him. 'You have no idea how long I've dreamed of touching you like this.' His hands slip under your tank top, palms warm and rough as they cup your breasts, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until they're peaked and aching.
You gasp, grinding down harder on his lap, the needy throb in your pussy growing insistent. 'Baek... please,' you beg, your voice breathy and desperate. He chuckles low in his throat, a sound that's equal parts affection and hunger, as he peels your top off, tossing it aside. His mouth descends on one breast, sucking the nipple between his lips, tongue flicking over it relentlessly while his hand kneads the other. The sensation shoots straight to your clit, and you clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as waves of pleasure build. He switches sides, lavishing attention on your other nipple, his free hand dipping into your shorts to find your soaked folds. 'Fuck, you're so wet already,' he murmurs, fingers sliding through your slickness, circling your entrance before pressing one finger inside. You clench around him immediately, hips bucking as he pumps slowly, adding a second finger to stretch you.
'That's it, baby,' he praises, his voice rough with restraint. 'Let me make you feel good. I've got you.' His thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles that have you whimpering, the movie long forgotten. You ride his hand, chasing the building pressure, until your orgasm crashes over you—your pussy spasming around his fingers, juices coating his palm as you cry out his name. Baek doesn't stop, kissing you through the aftershocks, his cock throbbing insistently against you. 'Not done yet,' he whispers, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to your bedroom. He lays you on the bed, stripping off his oversized hoodie to reveal the lean muscles of his chest and abs, tattooed and way too scarred but no less alluring. Your eyes devour him as he sheds his pants, his thick cock springing free—hard, veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum.
He climbs over you, hooking his fingers in your shorts and panties, yanking them down your legs. Naked now, you spread for him, vulnerable and wanting. Baek settles between your thighs, his cock nudging your entrance. 'Tell me you want this,' he says, eyes locked on yours, filled with love and fire. 'I want you. Only you,' you breathe, and that's all he needs. He thrusts in slowly, inch by inch, filling your pussy completely. You both moan at the stretch, the perfect fit, as he bottoms out, his balls pressing against your ass. He pauses, letting you adjust, then starts moving—deep, steady strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you.
'Feels so good,' he grunts, hips snapping forward, the bed creaking under you. His hands grip your hips, angling you to take him deeper, while you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Sweat slicks your bodies as the pace quickens, skin slapping against skin, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You come again first, walls fluttering around his cock, milking him as ecstasy rips through you. Baek follows soon after, burying himself deep and spilling hot cum inside you, his groan muffled against your shoulder. He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms, both of you panting and spent.
But the weekend has only just begun. Saturday morning dawns with lazy kisses and shared showers, Baek's hands soaping your body, fingers teasing your folds until you come against the tiled wall, water cascading over you. He bends you over, sliding his cock deep inside of you, lubed with shower gel, slow—stretching you until you're begging for more, the fullness pushing you to another shattering climax. Afternoons blur into playful wrestling on the couch, turning into him pinning you down, eating your pussy with fervent licks and sucks until your thighs quake around his head. Evenings are for slow, tender fucks, face-to-face, whispering affections as he rocks into you, cum dripping down your thighs when he pulls out to finish on your stomach. Your friendship weaves through it all—the cute banter over pizza deliveries, him feeding you bites between kisses, laughing when you smear sauce on his cheek. But now it's laced with sparks: stolen glances heavy with promise, his hand lingering on your lower back, the way he calls you 'mine' in the heat of passion.
By Sunday night, as you curl against him on the couch—another movie playing, but neither watching—it all stretches into a haze of tangled sheets and whispered laughs, your bodies spent from another round where Baek pins you to the mattress, his cock plunging deep into your pussy with rhythmic thrusts that leave you gasping. He pulls out at the last second, ropes of cum painting your inner thighs as you both collapse in a sweaty heap, his arm slung possessively over your waist. No heavy words pass between you—just the easy comfort of your friendship, now electric with unspoken heat. You drift off curled against him, the scent of sex and him lulling you to sleep.
Monday morning comes too soon, the alarm blaring from your phone on the nightstand. Baek stirs first, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder before slipping out of bed. 'I'll make coffee,' he mumbles, voice rough from sleep, pulling on his jeans without bothering with a shirt. You watch him pad to the kitchen, admiring the flex of his back muscles, the way his ass fills out the denim. By the time you're showered and dressed in your work clothes—a simple blouse and skirt—he's got two mugs steaming on the counter, along with toast slathered in jam. 'Eat up,' he says with a grin, sliding the plate your way. You share the meal at the small kitchen table, knees bumping under it, his foot hooking playfully around your ankle. The domesticity feels right, like an extension of your binge nights but softer, charged. He drives you to your job in his beat-up car, the radio humming low with some indie track. Traffic's light this early, and his hand rests on your thigh the whole way, thumb tracing idle circles that make your skin tingle.
The drive to your office is short but sweet, the city waking up around you as Baek navigates traffic with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally squeezing your thigh. 'Don't work too hard,' he teases, pulling up to the curb just as the clock hits your start time. You lean over the console, and he meets you halfway, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss—tongues brushing lightly, his fingers cupping your jaw. It's cute, playful, with a hint of the heat from the weekend, leaving you breathless as you pull back. 'Text me later?' he adds, voice dropping low, 'so I can pick you up... or whatever'. He says, eyes crinkling at the corners in that boyish smile that always melts you. 'Yeah, see you soon,' you reply, stealing one more quick peck before hopping out, your heart fluttering as you watch him drive off.
The day drags for Baek without you. Back at his place, he showers off the weekend's remnants, the hot water doing little to wash away the memory of your moans echoing in his ears. He can't stop replaying it all—how your pussy clenched around his fingers that first night, the way you rode his face yesterday afternoon. His cock twitches at the thought, half-hard as he towels off, but he pushes it down, he's got errands to attend, guns to deliver, orders to bark. At work, your mind wanders back to the weekend's haze of pleasure. Every time you shift in your chair, you feel the faint ache between your legs—a delicious reminder of Baek's cock stretching you, filling you completely. You catch yourself smiling at your desk, cheeks warming as you replay the way he'd pinned you down, thrusting deep until you both collapsed in sweaty bliss.
During what he knew was his lunch break, he pulled out his phone, thumbing you a quick text. "Missed you already". Your reply buzzes back quick: "Missed you too." His reply pings almost immediately: "Can't stop thinking about your lips on mine. Get through the day, and we'll grab dinner?" You bite your lip, typing back: "Deal. But only if it's junk food like old times." He smirks, leaning against his desk workbench. "Maybe pizza? Or should I bring something... sweeter?" The ellipsis hangs, teasing, and he imagines your blush, the way your cheeks heat when he pushes your buttons.
Afternoon stretches long for both of you. What if this changes everything? You're still best friends—teasing over bad movies, sharing secrets—but now he knows your taste, the curve of your butt cheeks under his palms, how you whimper when he's inside of you. It sparks a fierce protectiveness; no one else gets to see that side of you. You steal glances at your phone throughout the afternoon meetings, his messages popping up like little hits of dopamine. "Thinking about that shower we took... might need a repeat." You chuckle, thighs pressing together under the table as heat builds low in your belly. His response: "Only if I get to soap you up again. Thoroughly." The flirtation keeps the weekend's fire simmering, turning mundane hours into a bridge of building tension. By the time you clock out, you're eager, texting him your ETA for dinner plans. Pickup time nears, but first, he shoots one more message: "Can't wait to see you again." It's casual, but laced with that undercurrent—the pull that's always been there, now ignited. And yes, that night you and him end up at your place again.
A couple days later, the weekend's afterglow still lingers when you spot each other at the mall—pure chance, or maybe fate, as you browse a bookstore and he wanders in from the food court. Your eyes meet across the aisles, and Baek's face lights up, that boyish smile breaking wide as he strides over, closing the distance in long steps. 'Hey, you,' he says, voice warm, pulling you into a hug that presses your bodies close—his arms wrapping firm around your waist, chin resting on your head for a beat longer than friendly. He doesn't let go right away, his hands sliding down to squeeze your hips lightly, thumbs tracing the curve of your ass through your jeans in a subtle claim. 'Shopping alone? We should team up—make it fun.' His eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls back just enough to look at you, but his gaze drops to your lips, hungry and unhidden. You laugh, nodding, and he loops an arm around your shoulders, guiding you through the stacks, his body heat radiating against your side.
As you browse, Baek's touchy—casual at first, like old times, but charged now. He reaches past you for a book on a high shelf, his chest brushing your back, the hard line of his cock nudging your ass briefly through his pants, sending a jolt straight to your clit. 'Oops,' he murmurs in your ear, not sounding sorry at all, his breath hot on your neck. Later, at a display of graphic novels, he leans in close to point something out, his fingers grazing your lower back, dipping just under your shirt to skim bare skin. 'This one's got some intense scenes,' he whispers, voice dropping low, eyes locking on yours with that spark of promise. 'Reminds me of us.' Absolutely loving how you blush and chuckle as he teases you.
At the arcade later, he challenges you to a racing game, bodies pressed side by side in the seats. His thigh presses against yours, solid and warm, and when you win—barely—he laughs, conceding with a playful shove. 'Cheater,' he accuses, but pulls you up by the waist, spinning you into his chest. The mall buzz fades as he leans in, lips brushing your ear. 'Wanna ditch this and find somewhere quieter? My car's in the lot.' His voice is husky, you nod, pulse racing, and he leads you out, fingers intertwined, his large hand firmly on yours, his thumb stroking your palm as you walk through the crowds toward the parking lot. 'Dinner at your place?' he suggests, voice casual but eyes dark with intent. You agree, heart racing, and soon you're in his car, the drive filled with easy chatter about the books you eyed, his free hand rests high on your thigh, squeezing occasionally, inching toward the seam of your jeans, heat pooling low in your belly from his touches all afternoon.
Back at your apartment, the door barely clicks shut before Baek pins you against it, mouth crashing onto yours. His tongue dives deep, tasting like the pretzel he'd snagged at the food court, while his hands roam, yanking your shirt up to palm your breasts through your bra. 'Dinner can wait,' he growls against your lips, nipping at your jaw as he lifts you effortlessly, legs wrapping around his waist. You end up on the kitchen counter, clothes shedding in a frenzy—your jeans peeled off, panties shoved aside as he drops to his knees, burying his face between your thighs.
His tongue laps at your pussy, flat and insistent, circling your clit before sucking it between his lips, fingers plunging inside to curl against that spot that makes you gasp. Your fingers tangle his hair, hips bucking as he devours you, slurping noisily, his free hand pinning your thigh wide open. 'Fuck, you taste so good,' he mutters, voice muffled, fingers pumping fast until your walls clench and you shatter, crying out as your juices coat his chin. He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust as he frees his cock—thick and hard, veins pulsing—and lines up, thrusting in with one sharp push, filling you completely, your walls clenching around his girth.
The counter digs into your back as he fucks you relentlessly, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against your ass. Each plunge hits deep, his tip grinding your cervix, and you wrap your legs tighter, you claw at his shoulders, moaning as he fucks you harder, the counter creaking under the force. 'Fuck,' he pants, one hand gripping your ass to angle deeper, his balls slapping against you with each drive. Your pussy spasming, milking him until he groans, flooding you with hot cum, ropes spilling inside as he keeps thrusting through it.
Dinner forgotten, Baek carries you to the bedroom, laying you on the mattress, you push him back and take his cock in your mouth, bobbing deep, throat relaxing to swallow him whole. He fucks your face, hands in your hair, until he can't take it anymore, breath ragged. He then flips you onto your stomach, ass up, and slides into your pussy from behind, thrusting slow at first, then building to a brutal pace. His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles as he rails you, your screams muffled into the pillow. You cum twice more, body shaking, before he pulls out and presses his cock against your ass, lubing with your slickness.
'Want this?' he asks, voice rough. You nod, pushing back, and he eases in, stretching your tight hole inch by inch. Once buried, he fucks your ass steadily, hand reaching around to finger your pussy, overwhelming you with sensation. The dual penetration sends you over the edge again, ass clenching around him as you squirt on his fingers. Baek grunts, slamming deep and cumming hard, filling your ass with his load. You collapse together, but sleep doesn't come easy. Through the night, he wakes you with lazy strokes, cock slipping into your pussy for slow, grinding sex, or his mouth on your breasts, fingers in your folds until you ride him, bouncing on his dick until dawn. By morning, you're both spent, bodies marked with bites and bruises, your pussy and ass sore but sated. He drives you to work again, that same cute kiss at the curb—soft and lingering, his hand cupping your face. 'Tonight?', you whisper, he chuckles, eyes sparking dark with leftover hunger.
The pattern repeats over the next few weeks—stolen nights blurring into a haze of relentless sex. Each time, the fucking intensifies—positions shifting from tender to rough, his stamina endless, leaving you sore and sated, pussy throbbing from overuse, ass occasionally plugged with his cock for hours of slow grinding. After a few weeks of this relentless passion, the air between you thickens with something unspoken, Baek's touches lingering softer, his gazes holding yours longer during the afterglow. One night, after a particularly intense session, Baek seems quieter in the afterglow. You're curled against him in bed, his chest rising and falling steadily, but his fingers trace your spine with a tenderness that feels heavier. The room smells of sex, sheets tangled and damp. Baek hesitates, his usual confidence cracking as he shifts, propping on an elbow to look down at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable, like a puppy waiting for approval, overflowing with that love he's buried for years, gaze tracing your face with aching tenderness. 'Hey,' he starts, voice hesitant, swallowing hard as his gaze locks on yours, soft and adoring
'I... I have to say something,' he starts, voice hesitant, thumb brushing your lip. He swallows, cheeks flushing, but he doesn't look away, the emotion spilling over in every word. 'These past weeks... it's been everything. More than I ever dreamed. But it's you—always you. I love you. Not just as friends, not just this incredible sex. I love you, all of you.' His hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking gently, and he leans in to press a feather-light kiss to your forehead, lingering there as if gathering courage. 'What if we make this serious? You and me, for real. Girlfriend, boyfriend... whatever you want to call it. I can't hold it back anymore.' His actions follow—kissing your knuckles, nuzzling your neck, body pressing close like he never wants to let go, every touch laced with that overflowing affection, heart in his gaze, waiting breathlessly for your answer.
Have more Moon Baek (Trigger) and Seo Do-Young (Evilive) smut coming.🔞🖤 *Requests are open!*
