Synopsis: Jungkook acts all tough and cool, but as soon as he is around you, he gets all shy and flustered.
Warnings: mdni, 18+, tattoo artist! Jungkook, baker! reader, tattoo artist! Yoongi, tattoo artist! Taehyung, tattoo studio owner! Jin, baker! Jimin, cashier! Namjoon, bad boy aesthetic! Jungkook, Jungkook down bad, cute fluff, etc.
wc: 3.1k +
The first time Jungkook sees you, he takes a double-take.
He was walking down the crowded sidewalk with a confident stride, swarms of people parting for him like the Red Sea as he headed to work. His tattoos were on full display, the spring day warm enough for him to wear a graphic muscle t-shirt he had cut up months ago. His dark jeans sat a little low on his toned hips, held up by a metal chain, and even more chains hung from his belt loops, clinking together as he moved down the street.
It was ten a.m., and the city buzzed with life. Construction workers were yelling at each other over scaffolding, taxi drivers were honking for other cars to move, and messenger bikes zoomed between the cars stuck in traffic. It was loud, fast-paced, and never-ending. The city that didn’t sleep. And Jungkook was in the middle of it all.
As a tattoo artist, he set his own schedule, rolling out of bed with chipped black nail polish and tousled hair. His fingers were adorned with multiple rings, and his chunky black shoes were giving his already tall height even more of a towering grace.
He was still half asleep as he turned the corner on Mikrokosmos street; his only goal was to make it to the studio in time before Jin gave him another scolding for “professionalism” and “time management.” He had been late too many times, leaving their receptionist to set up his station as he strolled in ten minutes before his first client of the day.
Jungkook flexed his fingers, tapping an unknown beat into the side of his pants as he kept walking. He needed to go two more blocks, and he would be at his home away from home, the studio he worked at, Arirang. But just as the thought had passed, his nose twitched, the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee filtering the air and making his head turn.
Across the street, just on the corner, he could see a cafe. The cafe seemed out of place, surrounded by big skyscrapers, nestled with outdoor seating for anyone wanting to enjoy the nice weather outside. Jungkook could see a few businessmen sitting at one of the free tables, coffee cups in between them as they both read the newspaper. From where Jungkook stood, the cafe was cute. The cursive neon yellow sign behind the window read ‘Sweet & Savory.’ And Jungkook knew that it was the cafe that had the sweet aroma coming from it.
Before he could think twice, he quickly whipped his head right and then left before crossing the street to get a better view. He was already wondering if they had warmed butter croissants when he heard a chirp next to him. “Welcome! Would you like to try our white chocolate cherry brownie bar?”
Jungkook is ready to give the person who greeted him a deadpan look when he catches the way your eyes shine. He could practically see little stars in them, and it made him come to a complete stop. You look up at him, hopeful, a soft smile on your face as you hold a tray lined with little paper cups. Inside the little sample cups is a brownie square no bigger than two of his fingers, with a white and red swirl mixed in.
And Jungkook doesn’t know why, but his heart squeezes in his chest so hard, his mouth drops open, dumbfounded. “What?” His eyes are trying to take in everything about you. He watches your glossy lips curve up even more somehow as you repeat yourself, offering him a free brownie sample right outside the front door of the cafe.
You’re wearing a brown apron, tied tightly around your waist, your hair pulled up and away from your face to show the soft blush on your cheeks. Jungkook blinks, and then blinks again, his brain running on overdrive.
You’re so cute, he’s stunned. And without thinking, he just snatches three and pops them in his mouth with a muffled, “Thanks.” His response was slightly flustered before he slipped into the cafe out of sheer panic. The brownie is fantastic; he didn’t even know he liked cherries with chocolate, but now he does.
And while he was in the cafe, he decided he should buy coffee too, you were right outside the door, and he’d have to pass you again. He wasn’t going to be weird and do it empty-handed.
When he leaves the cafe ten minutes later, he’s got four coffees and three pastries, including a white chocolate and cherry brownie just for himself. And you’re still outside, greeting each person walking by while holding the tray in both hands.
His face is flushed when you turn to him as he slips from the front door. Your eyes flash from his face, his ears a light pink, to the drink holder he holds with all his coffees. Your smile dips for one second in thought before you’re hitting him with another dazzling smile. “Did you like the brownie?” You ask, and Jungkook has to look away, or he might do something embarrassing.
But then he does something embarrassing, stuttering like a fool as he clears his throat. “Yeah, uh, for me- I got one for me.”
If the ground could swallow him up, now would be the time.
“Oh, yay! I was one of the bakers who made them! I’m happy you like them!” Jungkook’s heart thumps and then twists, and he blacks out.
-
“Coffee? You got us coffee?” Yoongi lifts his head up from his iPad, halfway through sketching the sickest traditional dragon for someone’s leg on his tablet. The older man tucks a fallen strand of his hair behind his ear, his eyes dilating onto the four coffees in Jungkook’s hands with curious eyes.
Jungkook feels a little dazed; he isn’t sure how he made it to work, to be honest. One moment, you were giving him a lovely smile, and the next he was standing before Yoongi feeling lost.
“I don’t drink coffee,” Taehyung pipes up from his station, his foot resting on his thigh as he twirls his iPad pen between his fingers nonchalantly.
“Yeah, I know. I got you a blueberry muffin.” Jungkook’s answer is satisfying for the artist. Taehyung stands up, his loafer-covered feet bringing him closer to Jungkook as he grins like a cat who got milk.
“You know me so well,” Taehyung hums and takes the little folded brown bag from on top of the coffee. Taehyung goes as far as to kiss Jungkook on the cheek before going back to his station pleased with himself.
Jungkook blinks down at the other brown bag in his hands, clutched tightly under his fingers as he continues to balance four coffees. He can feel the weight of the brownie, and he can feel a heat crawl up his neck, dusting his cheeks in a light pink as he thinks about you standing outside.
Yoongi seems to quietly appear out of nowhere, gently grabbing a hot latte with a low hum of approval. “Did you see something you liked on your way here, or did you just run to give us this?”
Yoongi’s voice is soft, but his lips twitch into an amused grin that makes Jungkook internally groan. But luckily, Jungkook is saved when Hoseok comes in while clapping his hands excitedly.
“I smell coffee!”
-
The second time Jungkook sees you, you’re not outside handing out samples. Instead, you’re restocking the pastries after the lunch rush, your smile bright as you chit-chat with your co-worker.
Hoseok had begged Jungkook to tell him where he had gotten the strawberry cream croissant that he had given the older man. And after much persistence on Hobi’s behalf, Jungkook had finally caved in, telling Hobi he’d take him there before work on Friday. And no, he didn’t cave because he wanted to see you again.
But the moment he steps inside the cute cafe, his eyes betray him. His head does a slow turn, scanning through the people to find the friendly face he had seen only two weeks before. Jungkook could barely hear Hobi yapping his ear off when he finally saw you.
You’re in the same uniform. Hair up, brown apron tied tightly at the waist, your eyes sparkling as all the employees yell a happy greeting when the two men walk in. He catches your eyes briefly, his cheeks flushing a red color as he quickly turns to Hobi, who was mid-sentence about something involving his latest client, and panics. “Maybe we should go?”
Hobi’s face scrunches up in confusion, cut off, and raises an eyebrow at the younger one. “No. We just got here? I want my croissant.”
“I can buy you a croissant at StarBros!”
“Welcome back!” You chirp, smiling brightly at Jungkook over the glass case holding all the baked goods. Your eyes are only on him as both Hobi and Jungkook look at you, and Jungkook sees your coworker giggle. The name tag reads Jimin, and Jungkook feels his face burn brighter.
Hobi sees this all unfold quietly, both of his eyebrows raising now as he sees Jungkook freeze. It was unlike Jungkook; he was always cool and confident, and nothing ever really bothered him. And it makes Hobi's eyes glitter as realization dawns on him, “Oh.”
It’s said so softly that anyone would miss it, but not Jungkook, his fingers curl into his palm, his fists hanging at his sides as Hobi fails to hide his amusement for the younger man. “H-hi.”
Jungkook fucking stutters, and Hobi is close to speed dialing the shop if it wasn’t for Jungkook gripping his wrist with inhuman strength.
You, on the other hand, don’t stop smiling, your body leaning closer to Jungkook as you speak up. “Hi! We don’t have the brownies anymore; they were only being made for that week you got them.” You go on this little tangent, words spilling out fast as you tell them that promotions are always going on, and things change, and etcetera. The whole time you speak, Jungkook hangs onto every word like he might get a quiz later on it, his hand crushing Hobi’s wrist as you finally finish with a beaming smile.
In ten minutes, Jungkook and Hobi leave the cafe. Hobi has the strawberry cream croissant, Jungkook holds a pastry you personally suggested, like it’s treasure, and Hobi waits only for them to round the corner when he bursts out laughing.
Jungkook glares, his lips curving downward as his ears burn red at Hoseok’s teasing. He goes as far as rolling his eyes as Hobi laughs with his whole body, slapping Jungkook on the arm.
“Whatever,” he grumbles, stalking down the road to the studio, holding his pastry and listening to Hoseok trail after him, wheezing.
When Jungkook takes a bite of his pastry, a little while later, his eyes roll back from the sweet and decadent taste, his eyes closing as he pictures you.
-
Jungkook is being followed, and it makes his shoulders tense.
It was a slow day in the studio, with only a few clients that were spaced out, leaving him a little break time around noon. And it was the perfect time, in Jungkook’s opinion, to get a little pick-me-up. The idea of an iced americano or maybe a frappe with something savory was the final decision on him leaving his work real quick to head to his new favorite bakery.
He had been there a few times now after the Hobi incident, always alone, because Jungkook had learned from his mistakes. But the times he went, you happened to be off that day, or in the back prepping, and leaving Jungkook just a few glimpses of you before he left with a little pout.
This time, his hopes are high. He’s pretty sure he can redeem himself and not stutter. He refuses to die out of embarrassment. And his walk carries his confidence as he wears a fitted black t-shirt tucked into jeans with his beat-up Converse. It’s a nice day to ride his motorcycle, and it’s what he’s thinking about when he hears a familiar footstep slightly behind him.
He had been hearing it for the last block, and he was finally at his wits end, stopping completely. When he stopped, whoever was behind him stopped, and Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut. “I swear to-“ Jungkook lets out a breath and turns around to meet Taehyung's lazy grin.
“Hey.”
“Why are you following me?” Jungkook ignores the older man’s greeting, his eyebrows furrowing as Taehyung’s grin never falters. “What do you want?”
Taehyung shoves his hands in the front pockets of his pants, all relaxed and getting onto Jungkook’s nerves as he shrugs. “That blueberry muffin you gave me was good.”
Jungkook feels as if he rolls his eyes any harder, they will get stuck, so instead, he sighs. “I’ll get you one on my way back,” Jungkook negotiates, and Taehyung doesn’t take the bait.
“No.”
Seven minutes later, Taehyung is standing next to Jungkook as he looks at all the different pastries sitting in the glass case. Jungkook’s ears burn with a soft blush, his plans unraveling as you greet them.
When you saw Jungkook, you immediately walked over to help them and let Jimin take over in training the new hire. “Jimin,” it was the first time Jungkook heard you sound so serious. “Namjoon is not allowed in the kitchen, just ‘front of house’.”
Jimin salutes jokingly, Namjoon sheepishly smiles, and the two men man the register as you turn your attention to Taehyung and Jungkook. “How can I help you guys?”
Taehyung hums and immediately gets down to business, “I would die for a blueberry muffin and that raspberry lemon bar you have on the left.” Jungkook can’t help but watch as you nod your head eagerly, getting to work to grab whatever Taehyung wants before you finally give Jungkook all of your attention.
“And for you?” Jungkook’s heart can’t handle the smile you give him. His heart starts thumping, trying to escape his chest, as you look up at him with soft eyes. “Do you want to have something in particular, or are we still going off on whatever I suggest?” You hum, and he can hear the amusement loud and clear.
For a moment, Jungkook thinks maybe you're flirting with him, and the thought alone has Jungkook’s heart twisting.
He blacks out and only comes to when Taehyung smacks his shoulder as they walk back to the studio. Somehow, they are only a block away, and he doesn’t even know what happened.
But Taehyung does, and he’s squeezing his shoulder with a look that makes Jungkook flustered. “Dude,” Taehyung is so sincere as he talks to Jungkook; it just makes it even more embarrassing for Jungkook. “It’s like you never spoken to a woman before.”
“Fuck.” Jungkook would fall to his knees, but he swears he’s not that pathetic and instead, eats his emotions by stuffing whatever pastry he ended up buying in his mouth. It doesn’t help that it’s the best-tasting thing he’s had all day. And his brain slips up as he briefly wonders what you’d taste like before Taehyung comes in with another round of teasing.
“No, like I was trying to get Jimin’s number because we were born the same year, and I couldn’t because you were like a car accident. I couldn’t look away.”
-
By this point, everyone in the studio knows about Jungkook’s crush. Too many people had witnessed the tough and confident Jungkook change into a shy and flustered mess because of you, and it was amusing to no end.
Jin would tease Jungkook, threatening to bring his crush here if Jungkook continued to get on his nerves - all lovingly - but it still brought a blush onto Jungkook’s face regardless.
He hadn’t stopped by the cafe for a little over a week now, just busy with clients as the weather warmed up to the summer. He still would turn his head to look, though, when he walked to work, trying to see if he could see you from across the street.
He honestly felt a little shy to say he wished he could find the time to see you, to try again, but by the time he was free, your shift would probably be over.
That’s why, as he quietly sketched at his station on a Saturday morning, he doesn’t expect to see you.
It’s 11 am, and surprisingly, all the artists are in between clients, catching up on emails or working for their next client when the door rings open.
Jungkook hears his receptionist greet whoever comes in, and he doesn’t bother to look up. His eyebrows are furrowing in concentration, his tongue playing with his lip piercing mindlessly as he briefly hears their receptionist speak up. “Oh! For us?”
Jungkook’s head lifts, and his jaw drops a little as he watches you hand coffees over to the receptionist, your face flushed. Jimin is right next to you, beyond amused by the whole thing as he holds pastries.
“Is there a muffin for me?” Taehyung exclaims and literally hops over to the blonde man as the whole studio looks on.
“I uh,” Jungkook is surprised, but even more so when you stutter and walk to his station a little nervously. It makes him sit up straighter, his eyes rounding as you give him a shy smile. “I haven’t seen you around lately. Just checking in on you.”
You say it softly, and Jungkook’s heart soars, warming his entire body. He might have to take his leather jacket off. “Me?” He can’t look away from you, taking in your blush and sweet smile as his heart races. “I know, I’m sorry, gotta little busy with summer here.”
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, just as shy as you, when he hears Jimin huff. “Oh my god.”
“I know-“ Taehyung agrees, and Jungkook is about to tell them to fuck off when you speak up.
“Would you like to go out sometime?”
You look at him only, your eyes glittering as you smile at him, and he finds himself speechless momentarily. He nods, slowly at first, before finally finding his words. “Uh, yeah, how does Tuesday work for you?”
Jungkook watches your face light up, your head nodding as you tell him it sounds perfect.
Within ten minutes, you and Jimin leave, and within ten seconds after that, his studio cheers. “Fucking finally!” Taehyung exclaims while Hobi cackles.
Yoongi claps him on the back for a ‘good job.’ While Jin actually snorts, “Alright, took you long enough!”
Jungkook knows they all tease him with love, but he hears none of it. His eyes are on the cute little pastry inside the brown bag next to a coffee with your phone number on it. He reads the message with a dopey grin, the ‘call me?’ followed by a heart searing into his brain.
Warning: mdni 18+, fluff!, jk is silly but so are you, soft
WC: 1095
When you tell Jungkook he is not a father, yet, your lips curve into an amused grin as he pumps his fist in the air in victory.
He’s ridiculous, beaming that dazzling smile in your direction as he slowly understands what those words mean. He giggles, arms spreading wide to lure you in. “Aw, is my ketchup packet back for the week?” His teasing should piss you off, but his dumb nickname gets you every time.
You giggle, shaking your head at your boyfriend. “Really? Ketchup packet?” And dead serious, Jungkook squeezes his arms around your waist.
“My ketchup packet.” Like it makes it better.
And not even an hour later, he’s got you sliding into the booth of the best KBBQ restaurant in the area. Your boyfriend had a ritual ever since he read that protein like steak was the best for when you first start your period. Without delay, he does a date night at either a steakhouse or your favorite, Korean BBQ.
He does everything, from ordering your favorite food to cooking everything, his one hand flipping the variety cuts of meat he had ordered while his other hand quietly massaged your thighs under the table.
You happened to be a little bit more physically affectionate when you were menstruating, so Jungkook is happily keeping you pressed against his side as he cuts the food and gives you heaping portions, babbling to you about his newest fixation - this new pc game he started playing in his free time. The words are just a bunch of jargon you don’t understand but you still do your best to listen as he feeds you a chunky bit of steak enthusiastically.
Jungkook’s love language is acts of service. He liked being dependable and caring for his loved ones.
When you two get home, full of yummy food, he sets you up like an iPad kid. Placing your weighted plush otter on your lower back, he watches as you curl over your body pillow, breathing slowly through your cramps. He peppers sweet kisses to your head and cheeks as he sets up your favorite show before sweetening you up by bringing you your favorite candy. Chocolate was a craving you sometimes got when you’re on your period, so your apartment usually had a stock of it for when that time of the month came.
When cramps became too much to handle alone, Jungkook is right there. His hands are diligently rubbing against your body, massaging your tense muscles until you’re no longer moaning in pain but moaning in relief. He doesn’t stop until you’re putty in his hands, falling asleep while you curl around him so cutely.
And when he goes to sleep, he’s wrapped around you. His palm is warm and pressed into your lower abdomen, while his chest is against your back. He pretty much sleeps half on top of you. His big body a nice pressure against your sensitive one, plus Jungkook just loves being on you regardless. If he isn’t half on you, he’s got you on him. His nose is buried into the curve of your neck, soft breaths falling from his lips and warming your back as he sleeps.
If you need a new grocery run for pads or tampons, he’s the one going. He’s got pictures of your favorite brand and type saved on his phone; his eyes are just wide-eyed, scanning the shelves while flickering back to his pictures. His tongue plays with his lip piercing until he’s got what he needs, and he’s presenting them to you with a little, “for my ketchup packet.”
You may feel bloated or ugly on your period, wearing what you designated as your “period panties,” but Jungkook thinks it’s far from the truth. He gets to see you trudge around your shared apartment in his clothes. He already upsizes his clothes so they are baggy on him. When they are on you? They drown you. It’s adorable to see you frown, grumpy, while his sweatpants fall down your waist, and you have to hold them up. He also just thinks it’s cute that you find comfort in his scent, and that’s also why you wear his clothes as much as possible.
When you flop onto the couch with a low groan, hugging a pint of ice cream to your chest possessively, he giggles. You shoot him a glare that does nothing to him; it only gets him pulling your feet onto his lap. His fingers are magic, massaging your feet as you scroll through options of what you two would watch tonight. A movie? A show? As long as Jungkook gets to see you inhale that pint of ice cream all on your own, he’s amused and happy to be here.
You grumble under your breath, and he’s already snickering. A “huh?” falls from his lips as you scrunch your nose at him.
“Stop staring at me! Look at the movie!” You pout and he dares to laugh at you. His thumb was rubbing deep circles into the arches of your feet.
“Why? I’ve never seen someone’s jaw unhinged that wide for ice cream before-“ a pillow smacks his face and he’s laughing harder, watching you fail at hiding your own giggles. “Can I have one bite at least?”
“No?” You scoff, “not after that.”
This only makes Jungkook laugh again, his smile big as he finally looks at the tv screen in clear amusement.
When you get off the couch, or when you roll out of bed and freeze - he’s already tilting his head, giving you a thumbs up. “You’re good!” He thinks it’s completely normal to check for you, knowing you froze because you thought you leaked on the furniture, your clothes, or your bed.
If you had, it’s no big deal, while you head to the bathroom, he’s easily putting the bed sheets in the wash or grabbing the stain removal from under the kitchen sink. When he’s got the cleaning done, he rescues you from the bathroom with a fresh pair of panties, taking your old clothes to put in the wash after switching the laundry.
When you’re cooking in the kitchen, he sits on the kitchen counter, twiddling his thumbs, and you already know he’s about to ask you something out of pocket.
“So,” his lips purse together like a duck, “can you like feel it pass through your-“ you bite your lip, conflicted from deciding if you should laugh or roll your eyes. You do both.
“Yes-“
“Yes?!”
Jungkook’s face is priceless, and now he’s got five more follow-up questions.
Synopsis: When you find yourself single after two years, your friends tell you the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You decide to take that advice, but will it just be that?
Warnings: mdni, 18+, f! reader, reader's ex cheated, verkwan, bff! Seungkwan, some humor, riding, sweetheart! DK, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), jock! Mingyu, oral (both m & f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, dumbification (squint you'll find it), Seungcheol big, loser!Cheol (brief mention), neighbor! Seungcheol, harbored feelings (Cheol), condoms for everyone, fingering, toys, masturbation (f. attempted), toy play, the walls are thin, squirting, size difference, Jun mentioned! etc
Genre: Smut, mdni. 18+
Pairings: DK x reader, Mingyu x reader, and Seungcheol x reader (all separate)
WC: 7.1K+
[requested] - heh unedited, oops
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
This was supposed to be a stupid rebound to get over your ex.
Your friends had said this was the way to get over someone who didn't deserve to be with you anyway, and it was honestly a blessing in disguise to see that text pop up on his phone. A simple, "can't wait to see you tonight xoxo." That was all it took for you to realize you had wasted two years with a man who wouldn't even eat you out.
Pathetic. Him, and you for staying for so long when you knew your heart wasn't in it. You don't even know why you really stayed; maybe just the familiar comfort of knowing he was there, that you settled for thinking that this was all you could have.
You felt nothing when your ex tried to plead with you that "it was not what it looks like!" as you pointed at your front door. You simply rolled your eyes at his pout and threatened to throw all of his belongings out on the street if he didn't go. You really didn't play around, and when you threw the first box of stuff out, he chased after it as you slammed the door behind him, locking it right after.
That was three weeks ago.
Three weeks of friends telling you, "You deserve better" and "To get over him, you need to get under someone else." But you never really thought you were a one-night stand type of person.
"No, you don't get it. One-night stands are the best!" Seungkwan declares while adding too much sugar to his iced americano. Your eyes flicker to his boyfriend, who's sitting next to him, and Vernon doesn't even bat an eye while his arm stays wrapped securely around Boo's waist. "No attachments, no mess or awkward small talk. You get what you're after, they get to nut, and then they lock the door on their way out to whatever Uber or taxi that waits to take them home. You probably don't even need to remember their first name!"
At that, your eyebrows raise even higher, and the incredulous snort you let out makes your eyes roll sarcastically. "Why does this feel like you're about to become my pimp?"
Seungkwan's eyes sparkle as his cheeks tint with color, and you're realizing every quickly that your friend was insane.
The first person Seungkwan pushes to you is someone from his marketing class. Dokyeom, or DK for short, is a ray of sunshine and flowers. Seungkwan tells you this would be considered you "dipping your toes in the water to feel the temperature before diving in", and you're briefly wondering if he's determined to make you a whore as he flips his phone to you so you can see a picture of DK that he sneakily took last week.
He ignores your narrowed eyes with a little wave of his hands. "Everyone deserves a 'ho phase.' Now be nice, DK's my partner until the end of the quarter, and he's actually a sweetheart."
Seungkwan is annoyingly right about DK. He's a sweetheart by default who arrives at your apartment door right at 7 pm on the dot. He's got a beautiful smile and a nervous shake in his hands when he hands you a bouquet with a little, "This is for you." He's the perfect gentleman who opens every door for you as you two go on a date at this cute ice cream shop, and he actually asks you questions about yourself and listens. You're not nervous the entire time you spend with him, and you're pretty sure that's why you do what Seungkwan says and "dip your toes in the water." Your best friend is insane.
When DK walks you back to your apartment door, you don't allow yourself to hesitate when asking him if he would like to join you for a nightcap. Your hand grabs his while leading him inside your apartment, and it's you who ends up making the first move to kiss.
You don't know when you last kissed someone who wasn't your ex, and the feeling is foreign but refreshing. Dokyeom's hands settle on your hips, and your lips deepen the kiss until you hear a little hitch in his breath. The sound alone builds a soft heat in your lower stomach, and you realize belatedly that you would like to hear it again.
Your ex was quiet, boring, and vanilla when it came to sex. There was hardly any foreplay unless it was you giving him head, and it was like it was a chore that ended once he got to nut - so when you feel Dokyeom shiver as your fingers twist in his hair, you're feeling pleasantly warm all over. This, this is what you were missing.
Both of you barely separate from the kiss as you two stumble backwards to your living room, and you're already eagerly pawing at his clothes while your tongue licks over his, determined to hear what other noises he can make for you. You can barely register that the noises were words that he was saying until you're chasing after his lips when he pulls back a little to catch his breath. "Are you sure?"
Fuck, Dokyeom is such a sweetheart, and you're only able to nod in response before pushing him back onto your couch as you straddle his lap shortly after. "Yeah, m'sure." You murmur, and your lips find his again while his hardening cock presses up against your panty-covered pussy just right.
You take your time just to kiss him while rolling your hips forward, rocking against his hard cock, until your mind is dizzy and Dokyeom's eyes are swirling with need. It doesn't take long before he's helping you shove his jeans down low enough to free his aching cock, and only then do you sit back to take a moment.
Dokyeom looks so pretty with disheveled hair, glossy eyes, and kiss-bitten lips. His cock is long and flushed at the tip, and even though it doesn't have a lot of girth, your cunt still drools at the prospect of it filling you in a few minutes.
"Do you have-" Your hand is reaching for his cock before you can finish your sentence, and when your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking him from the base to the tip, Dokyeom lets out a small hiccuped whine from the back of his throat. His head lolls back, and his hooded eyes stare up at you dizzily before he understands what you're asking.
"Oh! Yeah, let me uh," he's fumbling to reach into his front pocket, his cheeks flushed as he pulls his wallet out and slips out a shiny foil wrapper. He opens it with ease, taking the condom out just as you swipe your thumb over his tip, and the action nearly makes him drop the rubber. When he finally rolls it down his length with a sheepish smile, your pussy throbs with anticipation.
With one hand, Dokyeom holds your waist as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance; his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as you pull your panties to the side, and when you lower yourself until the tip of his cock breaches past your first set of gummy rings, you think: finally.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and even though technically Dokyeom's actually the one under you, you feel like this is your first step in moving forward. Your gummy walls pulsate, sucking Dokyeom's cock deeper inside, and you watch with fascination as his jaw drops in pleasure. The moment your ass meets his thighs, and the tip of his cock kisses the back of your cunt in greeting, you're realizing just how lame your ex was. You don't even give Dokyeom a chance to grab your waist to anchor himself before you're leaning up on your knees and then sliding back down on his cock with a breathy moan.
Your hands rest on his chest, pushing him further back onto your couch, and you take over control, setting a pace that makes you squeeze around his shaft each time you take him to the hilt. At this point, if you're being honest, you're taking what you want and riding Dokyeom with a mean swirl to your hips, chasing after something you don't know. The feelings you had ignored in favor of saying "you're fine" and "didn't care that you wasted two years on someone" come to the surface, ugly and gnawing at your chest, and you use the negative emotions to bounce faster, your eyes closing to fight back the heat behind your eyelids.
You don't want to think about it; you don't want to think.
Instead, you focus on the way Dokyeom's groaning underneath you, the way his thighs flex under your ass, and the way his fingers dig into your waist to help your movements. Your thighs burn with exertion, but your pace never falters because you can feel him twitching inside you, and you know he's close, and it makes you double your efforts.
You figure the moment he cums, you can give him a sweet kiss in thanks, send him on his way, and finish yourself off alone with your vibrator. That's usually how you had to do it with your ex, and so old habits die hard for you as you swirl your hips, nudging Dokyeom closer to the edge with needy moans and praise.
But what you forget is that Dokyeom's not your ex. That this is a new era for you, and that moment comes to you when Dokyeom moves one of his hands off your waist to press his thumb to your sensitive clit.
Your eyes fly open and catch his with surprise as he gives you a fucked-out smile in response. He presses more firmly into your bundle of nerves as your hips stutter, and when he starts stroking the puffy nub at a fast pace, you choke on your cry as your knees tighten around his hips. "That's it, cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart."
You never thought hearing those words would trigger you, but it does, and it should be embarrassing that you're shocked when you cum just like he asks. You don't have time to warn him as your hips buck wildly, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he takes over for you. He never lets up, bouncing you on his lap as he rubs your clit. He makes you tremble, fucking you through your high, before he finds his orgasm once you slump into him.
He keeps you seated on his lap, holding you close while his balls twitch against your ass. He spills into the condom with a low groan, and you're kissing him again sloppily. You kiss him in thanks, still in shock as something cracks open in your chest. And Seungkwan is again, annoyingly right, because not even an hour later, you feel a little lighter, a little happier as you wave goodbye to DK. You don't feel guilty as you watch him hop into his taxi to go home, and you're already excited to be in your single era as you crawl into bed satisfied, ready to take back the light you didn't know was dimmed until now.
You don't tell Seungkwan he's right about rebounds. You also don't tell him you saved Dokyeom's number in your phone in case of emergencies. You know one-night stands are usually just for one night, but you've also never orgasmed on a cock that wasn't a dildo, so you figure if desperate times come, at least you had someone to ring for a booty call.
"You're really not going to tell me anything?" Seungkwan scoffs as you sit cross-legged on the floor of his apartment. You're eyeing the seven letters in front of you, ignoring Seungkwan's pout as you try to think of the next word you want to spell out on the Scrabble board sitting on the coffee table.
You, him, and Vernon are in the first round of Scrabble, and you're currently winning. "You're just trying to distract me; it's not my fault you're in last place."
Boo pouts again and looks to his boyfriend for comfort, but Vernon nods in agreement with you, making Seungkwan grumble, sulking. "I tried asking DK, but he wouldn't say anything. Something about not kissing and telling." Seungkwan's eyes narrow on you, assessing as you put down letters to spell joker, and Vernon dutifully writes on a notepad how many points you tallied from it. "So, I know you at least kissed him, but how am I supposed to be a good friend if you don't give me anything to go off of?"
Vernon adds to a word already on the board, and suddenly flap turned into flapjack.
Seungkwan lets out an exasperated sigh and throws down his letter carelessly - he knows he's going to lose against you or his boyfriend, so he uses the 'k' vertically to spell kite. "Can you at least tell me you're still open to jump back into the dating pool?"
At this, you look at Seungkwan and nod your head. It's a simple confirmation, but it gets your friend from slumping forward to sitting up straight again. He claps his hands in triumph, already having ten different people flash across his mind before Vernon speaks up.
"I know a guy, really great, if you're interested."
He doesn't say it needs to be a hookup, just if you want a nice date; he knows a guy, and again, you wonder if your friends think you have no game.
The guy Vernon knows happens to be one of the most popular guys on campus.
Mingyu was the golden boy; he got along with everyone, students, staff- he was a sweetheart. He volunteered in his free time, was top ten in his classes, and was part of the rugby team. In all purposes and tenses, he was perfect.
He was also a walking contradiction.
Mingyu was a big man, buff with muscles, lethal with charming looks, and flinching with a sheepish grin as he dropped the spoon he was holding accidentally into your kitchen sink. If anyone told you that Mingyu would be in your kitchen on a Friday night, wearing your pink apron, and making you cupcakes, you would have laughed in their face - but here you were.
You sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter, watching with a raised eyebrow as Mingyu used your kitchen like he'd been here for years. You had figured when he texted you earlier in the week asking you out, he'd take you to a frat party or invite you to a game, but you were pleasantly surprised that he'd kept it so intimate.
"Are you sure I can't help?" You asked, and Mingyu flashed you a smile, shaking his head.
"No, they're almost done. About fifteen minutes to cool, and then we need to add frosting." You watch as Mingyu takes off the pink apron, hanging it up where he found it before he pulls you closer to him by your chair. The action makes your head a little foggy, and you blink up at Mingyu to clear your thoughts as he leans his hip against the counter. "Did I tell you you're beautiful?" He pairs the compliment with a brush of his hand over your thigh, and you can't help but wonder when the last time you heard a compliment like that was. It feels good, and you can feel your fingers tighten on the armrest of your chair.
"Mm, and does that line work on everyone you try it on?" You tease. You're happy when Mingyu gives you a playful smile, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't move his hand off your thigh, warming it with a stroke of his fingers instead.
"You tell me." Those three little words make you remember the fun of flirting, and you wonder what Vernon told Mingyu about you - if Mingyu knows there are no expectations, that you're figuring everything out on a whim.
Speaking of a whim - your eyes flicker down to Mingyu's lips; you think about your ex, about DK, and then you're thinking fuck it, and you pull Mingyu in by his shirt. When Mingyu's lips crash into yours, he doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, coaxing you to melt into him with a low groan.
The cupcakes are completely forgotten the moment Mingyu lifts you with ease, and you're moaning at the strength he has to pick you up like it's nothing. He sets you on top of your kitchen counter, taking his place between your legs, and works a trail of kisses down your neck just as he pulls your ass onto the edge of the countertop so you can feel his cock straining in his jeans for you.
The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against you has you gasping with flushed cheeks, and you don't think you could get more turned on until he's sinking onto his knees. The big 6"2 man dares to flip your skirt up, his mouth panting over your soaked panties like you were actually the dessert for tonight, and you can't help but open your legs a little wider to give him better access. You need this, and before you can give yourself a chance to overthink it, you help Mingyu slide your panties down your legs, exposing your weeping cunt to him.
Mingyu groans like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and your legs shake a little as he places a kiss on your inner knee. He uses his large hands to hook your legs over his shoulders, and before he can get any closer, your nerves win over, and you stutter out a "you don't have to-" before you can stop yourself.
Fuck your ex. You cringe as the words settle over you both, and you catch Mingyu blink in confusion for a moment while his mouth is mere inches from where you want it most. Barely a minute passes before Mingyu lets out a soft laugh, his smile dazzling as he looks up at you. The tiled floor of your kitchen bites into his knees, but his grip on your thighs only gets tighter as he gives you a look. "Baby, I've wanted to since the minute Vernon gave me your number."
That's all the warning he gives you before his tongue laps up your sodden slit, gathering all your sweet slick on his taste buds and making both you and him moan in unison. You had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten out, and Mingyu drinks you like you're water, like he can't get enough, and you're left scrambling to hold onto anything you can as he shakes his head between your thighs, trying to reach deeper.
One of your hands clutches onto the back of his head, and the other holds onto the countertop as your mouth falls open. You can feel every suck, slurp, and lick of his tongue, and your eyes roll back when his nose drags over your clit at the same time.
Unabashedly, he pulls every moan out of you like you don't have a volume control, and it's dirty how it mixes with the obscenely wet noises his mouth makes when making out with your cunt. You don't get time to feel bad for your neighbors, the poor thin walls of your apartment doing absolutely nothing to muffle your noises, before you're bucking your hips and crying out as you orgasm.
Mingyu is amazing at letting you ride it out, letting you hold his head still as you roll your hips until you're sensitive to the touch, and then you're hazily kissing him back when he stands back up with a satisfied grin. You can taste yourself on his lips, and your cunt throbs blissfully as he pulls back to lick the rest of your slick that stains the lower half of his face with a hum.
He forces you to relax and catch your breath as he goes back to frosting the cupcakes like he didn't just make your legs feel like jello, and once they're finished, he doesn't stop you from returning the favor. He leans back against the counter while you pull his cock from his boxers. His jeans pool at his ankles, and your mouth swallows his cock until his lungs shake to breathe properly.
You suck, bobbing your head, taking him deeper, enjoying the way his thighs tremble under your hands while your tongue massages the veins on the underside of his shaft.
When he cums, you swallow it all, relishing the ache in your jaw as you both pant to catch your breath.
Mingyu leaves your apartment with a quick peck on your lips, and at least four cupcakes in a to-go box. It's honestly weird how easy it all is for you, watching Mingyu slip into a taxi as you wet your lips with your tongue. You're so lost in your thoughts you barely hear the door to your left opening up before your eyes lock onto warm brown ones.
Seungcheol's hair is wet like he just got out of the shower, and his cheeks darken almost immediately when you catch him stepping out of his apartment. You barely get a glimpse of the anime posters hung up on his living room wall before you tilt your head to look at him again.
Seungcheol has been your neighbor a little longer than you've dated your ex, and the moment you saw him, you knew he was a nerd; he wore anime t-shirts like they were going out of style, had a weekly DND game with a few of his friends at his apartment every Thursday night, and the whole time you knew him, not once did you ever see a girl go into his apartment. You were pretty sure his routine consisted of going to the gym and going to classes, and that was it. So seeing him in the hallway genuinely made you freeze.
A moment of silence lingered awkwardly, and passively you noted he looked good in those grey sweatpants before you gave him a friendly smile in greeting. "Would you like a cupcake?"
After Mingyu, your life gets a little busy. You pick up extra shifts at work, focus on your classes, and ignore Seungkwan's text about some guy named Jun. You try to keep yourself occupied, taking a moment to figure out how to be alone and remember what makes you happy as the semester comes to an end.
You see Seungcheol a lot more than you did before. Usually it's in passing, him heading out as you come home from work or when he picks up his mail and rides an elevator with you as you bring home groceries for yourself.
You learn he's just as nerdy as you thought he was. It seems Seungcheol can't help but blurt random facts at you when you find yourself alone with him. His special expertise is anything, really. He tells you about the migration of some sharks randomly when you step onto the elevator with him for the first time. He blurts it like he can't contain the information any longer, and you find it cute the way his ears burn red all the way down his neck.
You find out Seungcheol is studying mechanical engineering, and that his eyes light up when you ask him to tell you more about it. You won't admit that your eyes glaze over a little bit when he gets too technical, but you still really enjoy the way he speaks so passionately about it. You honestly find him really attractive for it, and maybe that's why when you come home late on Saturday night, you find yourself digging out your trusted and favorited dildo to let out some steam.
You don't even mean to think about your neighbor like that. You were just so exhausted and pent-up, and you didn't want to reach out to DK or Mingyu or whoever else Seungkwan was determined to pimp you out to; you just wanted to cum.
So that's what you tried to do. You took in slow breaths, closing your eyes and focusing on the hum of your vibrator as you slowly slid it down your stomach.
But your mind wouldn't shut off, bouncing between the last few classes you had before break started and the fact that your boss asked if you would come in early Wednesday. Not surprisingly, this doesn't make you relax, and your body fidgets as you dip the head of the vibrating dildo between your folds, teasing your clit for stimulation.
Your thighs shake from the stimulus, and you let out a sigh as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Your mind flashes to a smut scene you had read in a book the other day, and your legs spread open a little wider. Your mind flashes to DK, and a smile curves on your lips before moving on to Mingyu, imagining his head between your thighs. You can feel your stomach getting warmer at the thought, and the imaginary knot in your tummy twists as you swirl your dildo lower, collecting your arousal on the toy before rubbing it back up to your clit.
Your breaths grow deeper, and your head tilts back as the vibrating noises resonate through your bedroom. Your moans come out somewhat quieter, mixing in with the wet, slick noises of your pussy, and suddenly you're imagining deep brown eyes. A dimple smile of your neighbor appears in your head, and you imagine how he'd smile over you as he settles between your open thighs.
Your gasp comes out sharper at that, and you press your toy firmer against your bundle of nerves, his name falling from your lips louder than expected.
You think about how Seungcheol's blush probably spreads down to his chest when he's worked up, how he'd look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky yourself, and your pussy weeps for him. You wonder if you'd had to guide him to what makes you feel good, if he'd stutter from his lack of experience, and when you're just about to reach your climax, your ex's face flashes across your mind and your orgasm is gone within the second.
You groan in frustration, squeezing your legs together, and you truly contemplate buying an Etsy witch online to place a curse because this is unfair.
In anger, you swiftly turned the toy off, tossing it to the side where it stayed at the foot of your bed as you let out another groan. Fuck me.
And then the doorbell rang.
"I can't catch a break," you huffed and hastily tied a robe around yourself. You were naked underneath, and you didn't think as you stomped your way to your front door. "Yeah?" You asked, swinging the door open enough to reveal the same warm brown eyes that had you slicked between your thighs not too long ago.
Seungcheol stood before you as he did back when Mingyu left your place weeks ago. He was freshly showered, with water droplets slowly falling from the ends of his hair; they rolled down his neck and momentarily distracted you from the way he was looking at you, and you belatedly realized that your house robe hardly covered you.
Your robe falls just above your upper thighs, barely covering your ass, and if you leaned forward, you'd be giving him enough material for his spank bank to last him a good while. Fuck, you hope he can't smell the fact you almost used him to cum a few minutes ago. You shook the thought away and plastered a friendly, neighborly smile on your face as you greeted him. "Oh, is there something you need?"
You watched a little flush appear on his cheeks, his gaze flitting down your body, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes again. "I was, uh," Seungcheol's brain lags for a second, and you're able to see his pupils dilate as whatever he came over to tell you is quickly shoved away in favor of boldly stepping inside your apartment. Seungcheol's frame fills your doorway almost completely, and you're acutely aware of how his fingers twitch at his sides as he speaks up again. "The walls are thin."
What? Your brain struggles to process what it means before Seungcheol takes another step inside, but this time he makes sure the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the apartment with him. "I'm sorry?" Your voice comes out a little breathless, like the room knew something was going to happen, and your eyes flicker down to his plump lips distractedly.
Seungcheol's smile comes out a little amused, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he nods his head quietly. He takes another step, this time eliminating a lot of space between you two, and the heat that radiates from him warms you all the way down to your toes. "Yeah, did you know that?" He asks, and you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. "The walls are thin here, and that means I can hear you. Did you know we share a bedroom wall?"
Your stomach flutters when you realize what he's implying, and your cheeks burn with the answer. "Oh-"
Seungcheol's head tilts, and his smile shows the dimple you'd been missing as he hums. "I've had to listen to your ex leave you unsatisfied for two years. Then you had me listen to that first rebound; you didn't even leave your bedroom, just stayed right there in the living room." Your heart squeezes when he clicks his tongue with a scoff, shaking his head like he was scolding you. He had heard everything, and your thighs squeeze together for relief. "Then you were with that other guy, fuck the way you cried out; I had to take a shower with your pretty cries swirling in my head."
Oh, you're wet, dripping down your thighs as you listen to him, and your mind reels with the image of him in the shower, fucking his hand to the thought of you. You wonder if, when you had caught him outside as you watched Mingyu leave, he had gone outside on purpose to see you. The thought turns you on, and your breath hitches when his hands pull you in by the waist while his head lowers.
His lips ghost over yours, teasing you, and your eyelashes flutter as he murmurs, "When's it going to be my turn, hmm?"
That's all you need to hear before you're crashing your lips against his. You had thought Seungcheol would be shy, lacking in experience, but the way he lifted you, kissing you like it was his last, proved otherwise.
He doesn't need to pull away from the kiss to lead you into your bedroom; your layout is the mirrored version of his, and before you can process what was happening, he was already tossing you onto your bed. Your robe falls open from the movement, and Seungcheol gets the pretty view of you completely naked underneath him as he climbs onto the bed after you. "My final straw was when you cried out my name ten minutes ago." He hums, and his hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between them. "If you're going to say my name, Baby, I want a front row view. Better yet, let me do all the work."
He gives you another dazzling smile and a wink before he's kissing you again. He takes charge, coaxing your mouth open so he can explore with his tongue while his hands map out every curve of your body, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Your body reacts to his naturally, and your back arches as his hands squeeze your breasts earnestly, pinching your nipples with enough pressure to make your hips buck up into his.
"You're so sensitive, aren't ya-" His lips skim down your neck, trailing lower until his lips suck one of your nipples into his warm mouth, and it makes your pussy weep in delight. You feel his tongue swirl, wetting your breast with his saliva as he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment as one of his hands slides down to grab under your knee. He lifts it to give him more room to move, and his hips roll to grind his hard cock against your cunt, creating a delicious friction between the fabric of his sweats and your puffy clit. "I've waited for this for so long - mmph - wanted you since you moved in."
Your gasps become more frequent as he talks, scrambling your thoughts, and then his teeth bite into the swell of your breast hard enough to leave a mark, and your cunt squeezes around nothing pathetically. "Cheol! Oh fuck," your jaw drops, and Seungcheol's diligently making a path down your body, keeping your legs open with his broad shoulders.
You briefly wonder why it took you this long to see Seungcheol was right in front of you. You had always had a liking towards him, and you can't help but think of all the time you wasted. How you got it all wrong, about your ex, about what you deserve, about what was right in front of you. Your heart squeezes, and Seungcheol's fingers pinch under your thigh to get your attention back on him. "Don't do that. Don't run off into your head; focus on me. I want your eyes on me."
And he means that. His eyes stare into yours as he spreads your wet folds apart, and his breath fans over your sensitive cunt as he makes sure you're watching. When his tongue flattens over your pretty pussy, you know you're in trouble because he groans like you're the sweetest thing, and it makes him dive in deeper, dragging his tongue all the way up to your clit with another low groan.
He swirls the little nub with messy circles, sucking on it until you twist your fingers in his hair and he eats you out like it's more for him than it's for you. His pupils dilate, and his fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he laps, sucks, and slurps your sweet slick with fervor. He makes a mess out of you, focusing on your clit until your thighs are squeezing his head in mercy.
When he has you dripping with your arousal, the tip of his tongue flicks your clit while his fingers sink into your entrance with ease. You take two of his fingers with hardly any resistance, and the stretch of his digits has your tummy flip as he curls them up, searching for the one spot that'll make you see white.
He knows he's found it when your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open stupidly. Your legs try to close as his fingertips rub into it, hitting it with each thrust of his hand, and it's too much when he adds another finger. The knot in your stomach twists with each jab, and he's watching your tongue stick out like those hentais he liked to watch as he sucks on your clit at the same time.
You've never felt this type of heat in your stomach before, and you don't think as you try to push him off of you. "Wait- wait, I think I have to pee." You cry out, and your cheeks flush as he keeps you pinned with one hand, working you over faster. He's seen this scene before, where the girl says that, and if he's right, he knows he shouldn't stop.
And he proves it as your eyes cross and your body locks up suddenly while you gurgle out a long whine. Your pussy slurps his fingers in pulses as you gush, spraying like a little geyser as he fucks you through it without slowing down.
Your slick comes in waves as he leans back, watching you soak his hand and the bed underneath you with a cocky smirk, and you even squirt up onto his t-shirt, clutching onto his arm as your hips twitch. It's the hottest thing he's ever gotten to witness; it's way better than the porn he's masturbated to, and he doesn't waste time tossing his shirt over his head and shoving his sweatpants down right after he's fucked you through your first orgasm.
You're still trembling when Seungcheol manhandles your legs up to your chest, and your vision is too blurry to realize he's naked. His cock is hard, red at the tip, and throbbing with need. Precum dribbles from the head of his cock, dripping onto your tummy as he leans over you and waits until your eyes focus on him when he gives you another smile.
"I knew you were a messy baby, squirted all over. You did so good for me, but I'm going to need you to do it again, okay?"
Your ears ring, and you must be dumb because what does he mean? You didn't squirt? You don't know how to. But you can feel your slick dripping down your ass, and the bedsheets are sticking to your skin, and your eyes blink up at Seungcheol in astonishment.
He fucking made you squirt.
Your pussy flutters, and Seungcheol's leaning over you again while reaching for his discarded sweats. He pulls a condom from one of the pockets, tearing it open before rolling the rubber down his thick shaft. You feel delirious and almost want to tell him to leave it off, but you know it's your brain all foggy from your last orgasm. Maybe next time.
When Seungcheol sits back on his knees, he's got your legs spread open and his cock heavy in his hand as he drags it up your sodden slit. "You're so pretty," he murmurs, and you're feeling the pressure of his cock before it's sinking into you. Your puffy folds part for his rotund tip, and he makes your gummy walls stretch deliciously to take the first few inches inside your warm cunt before he eases back and then in again.
He's big. Not just in length, but girth as well, and the heaviness of him has you clawing to hold onto something. Your nails scratch into your bedsheets, holding onto them as he raises your ass off the bed, using gravity to plug you to the base of his cock in one full swoop. When his hips meet your ass, you feel like he's in your lungs, and it must be true because all the air leaves from your lips in a wrecked moan.
All your thoughts disappear from your pretty head, and your pussy flutters around his length, trying to get used to the stretch while he leans down to kiss your breasts again. He doesn't move until you're twitching underneath him, squeezing him like you wanted him deeper, and he's more than happy to give you what you want.
The first slam of his hips rocks you and the bed, and your moans get punched out of you as the head of his cock knocks into your cervix with a heavy thump. Seungcheol is all you can see, all you can feel, and your brain turns off as a familiar buzzing resonates through the air. Your dildo, once forgotten at the foot of your bed, appears in your eyesight, dangling from Seungcheol's left hand, and your pussy squelches obscenely as he bottoms out again.
"Was this what you were using when you were thinking of me?" Seungcheol asks, and your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You watch as he teases the vibrating dildo across your stomach, making your breath hitch as he continues to grind into you with a mean precision. But then he's leaning back on his knees, keeping your ass in his lap and off the bed, as he brings the toy lower.
You're going to be ruined.
"Cheol- ah, please-" You're not sure what you're pleading for, but Seungcheol's eyes are hooded, swirling with hunger, and the moment he dips your dildo past your puffy folds to kiss your sensitive clit, you're putty in his hands. The vibrations make your whole body twitch, and your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol's cock, milking him for more as your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. "Oh fuck!"
Seungcheol coos in wonderment, taking in the way your back arches and his cock jumps inside you, threatening to end this all right now from how gorgeous you look underneath him - but Seungcheol's waited too long for this, so he presses the toy more firmly, circling your clitoris while he rocks shallowly inside your sweet pussy. You feel like heaven, and he's determined to make you cum again before he does.
And thankfully, it's not that hard to get you there.
After your first intense orgasm, you're unbelievably wet, soaking his condom covered cock in your juices, and making each rock of his hips easier than the last. It's lewd the way your pussy squelches with each tap his tip knocks into your g-spot like it's nothing, and you unravel within minutes. Your jaw drops wide open as you hold onto his wrist; he's been keeping the toy consistently buzzing on your pretty pussy, bringing you closer to the edge faster than ever before.
You cum silently. Your breath leaves your lungs with a sharp gasp, and your body tenses as he watches your eyes roll back as you squirt for the second time. Your legs shake as you fall apart underneath him, and Seungcheol cums shortly after you do - groaning lowly as his cock fills the condom up with his warm seed.
When he finally slips from between your legs, you watch him disappear into your bathroom, and you're left reeling from what just happened. Seungcheol had not only been the opposite of what you had thought he'd be, but then, unbeknownst to him, had ruined you for anyone else in one single night. You blink stupidly up at your ceiling, and Seungcheol returns with a wet towel, his smile sheepish as he cleaned you up the best he could.
"I don't know if you're still rebounding, or dating, or what-" Seungcheol murmured, and your eyes met his, noticing the familiar pink dusting the tops of his ears as he tossed the dirty towel into your laundry basket. "But if I haven't made it clear enough, I'm an option. I want to be your option."
You blink, your heart skipping a beat at his admission, and your hand reaches for his. "Stay?"
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Synopsis: When you find yourself single after two years, your friends tell you the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You decide to take that advice, but will it just be that?
Warnings: mdni, 18+, f! reader, reader's ex cheated, verkwan, bff! Seungkwan, some humor, riding, sweetheart! DK, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), jock! Mingyu, oral (both m & f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, dumbification (squint you'll find it), Seungcheol big, loser!Cheol (brief mention), neighbor! Seungcheol, harbored feelings (Cheol), condoms for everyone, fingering, toys, masturbation (f. attempted), toy play, the walls are thin, squirting, size difference, Jun mentioned! etc
Genre: Smut, mdni. 18+
Pairings: DK x reader, Mingyu x reader, and Seungcheol x reader (all separate)
WC: 7.1K+
[requested] - heh unedited, oops
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
This was supposed to be a stupid rebound to get over your ex.
Your friends had said this was the way to get over someone who didn't deserve to be with you anyway, and it was honestly a blessing in disguise to see that text pop up on his phone. A simple, "can't wait to see you tonight xoxo." That was all it took for you to realize you had wasted two years with a man who wouldn't even eat you out.
Pathetic. Him, and you for staying for so long when you knew your heart wasn't in it. You don't even know why you really stayed; maybe just the familiar comfort of knowing he was there, that you settled for thinking that this was all you could have.
You felt nothing when your ex tried to plead with you that "it was not what it looks like!" as you pointed at your front door. You simply rolled your eyes at his pout and threatened to throw all of his belongings out on the street if he didn't go. You really didn't play around, and when you threw the first box of stuff out, he chased after it as you slammed the door behind him, locking it right after.
That was three weeks ago.
Three weeks of friends telling you, "You deserve better" and "To get over him, you need to get under someone else." But you never really thought you were a one-night stand type of person.
"No, you don't get it. One-night stands are the best!" Seungkwan declares while adding too much sugar to his iced americano. Your eyes flicker to his boyfriend, who's sitting next to him, and Vernon doesn't even bat an eye while his arm stays wrapped securely around Boo's waist. "No attachments, no mess or awkward small talk. You get what you're after, they get to nut, and then they lock the door on their way out to whatever Uber or taxi that waits to take them home. You probably don't even need to remember their first name!"
At that, your eyebrows raise even higher, and the incredulous snort you let out makes your eyes roll sarcastically. "Why does this feel like you're about to become my pimp?"
Seungkwan's eyes sparkle as his cheeks tint with color, and you're realizing every quickly that your friend was insane.
The first person Seungkwan pushes to you is someone from his marketing class. Dokyeom, or DK for short, is a ray of sunshine and flowers. Seungkwan tells you this would be considered you "dipping your toes in the water to feel the temperature before diving in", and you're briefly wondering if he's determined to make you a whore as he flips his phone to you so you can see a picture of DK that he sneakily took last week.
He ignores your narrowed eyes with a little wave of his hands. "Everyone deserves a 'ho phase.' Now be nice, DK's my partner until the end of the quarter, and he's actually a sweetheart."
Seungkwan is annoyingly right about DK. He's a sweetheart by default who arrives at your apartment door right at 7 pm on the dot. He's got a beautiful smile and a nervous shake in his hands when he hands you a bouquet with a little, "This is for you." He's the perfect gentleman who opens every door for you as you two go on a date at this cute ice cream shop, and he actually asks you questions about yourself and listens. You're not nervous the entire time you spend with him, and you're pretty sure that's why you do what Seungkwan says and "dip your toes in the water." Your best friend is insane.
When DK walks you back to your apartment door, you don't allow yourself to hesitate when asking him if he would like to join you for a nightcap. Your hand grabs his while leading him inside your apartment, and it's you who ends up making the first move to kiss.
You don't know when you last kissed someone who wasn't your ex, and the feeling is foreign but refreshing. Dokyeom's hands settle on your hips, and your lips deepen the kiss until you hear a little hitch in his breath. The sound alone builds a soft heat in your lower stomach, and you realize belatedly that you would like to hear it again.
Your ex was quiet, boring, and vanilla when it came to sex. There was hardly any foreplay unless it was you giving him head, and it was like it was a chore that ended once he got to nut - so when you feel Dokyeom shiver as your fingers twist in his hair, you're feeling pleasantly warm all over. This, this is what you were missing.
Both of you barely separate from the kiss as you two stumble backwards to your living room, and you're already eagerly pawing at his clothes while your tongue licks over his, determined to hear what other noises he can make for you. You can barely register that the noises were words that he was saying until you're chasing after his lips when he pulls back a little to catch his breath. "Are you sure?"
Fuck, Dokyeom is such a sweetheart, and you're only able to nod in response before pushing him back onto your couch as you straddle his lap shortly after. "Yeah, m'sure." You murmur, and your lips find his again while his hardening cock presses up against your panty-covered pussy just right.
You take your time just to kiss him while rolling your hips forward, rocking against his hard cock, until your mind is dizzy and Dokyeom's eyes are swirling with need. It doesn't take long before he's helping you shove his jeans down low enough to free his aching cock, and only then do you sit back to take a moment.
Dokyeom looks so pretty with disheveled hair, glossy eyes, and kiss-bitten lips. His cock is long and flushed at the tip, and even though it doesn't have a lot of girth, your cunt still drools at the prospect of it filling you in a few minutes.
"Do you have-" Your hand is reaching for his cock before you can finish your sentence, and when your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking him from the base to the tip, Dokyeom lets out a small hiccuped whine from the back of his throat. His head lolls back, and his hooded eyes stare up at you dizzily before he understands what you're asking.
"Oh! Yeah, let me uh," he's fumbling to reach into his front pocket, his cheeks flushed as he pulls his wallet out and slips out a shiny foil wrapper. He opens it with ease, taking the condom out just as you swipe your thumb over his tip, and the action nearly makes him drop the rubber. When he finally rolls it down his length with a sheepish smile, your pussy throbs with anticipation.
With one hand, Dokyeom holds your waist as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance; his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as you pull your panties to the side, and when you lower yourself until the tip of his cock breaches past your first set of gummy rings, you think: finally.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and even though technically Dokyeom's actually the one under you, you feel like this is your first step in moving forward. Your gummy walls pulsate, sucking Dokyeom's cock deeper inside, and you watch with fascination as his jaw drops in pleasure. The moment your ass meets his thighs, and the tip of his cock kisses the back of your cunt in greeting, you're realizing just how lame your ex was. You don't even give Dokyeom a chance to grab your waist to anchor himself before you're leaning up on your knees and then sliding back down on his cock with a breathy moan.
Your hands rest on his chest, pushing him further back onto your couch, and you take over control, setting a pace that makes you squeeze around his shaft each time you take him to the hilt. At this point, if you're being honest, you're taking what you want and riding Dokyeom with a mean swirl to your hips, chasing after something you don't know. The feelings you had ignored in favor of saying "you're fine" and "didn't care that you wasted two years on someone" come to the surface, ugly and gnawing at your chest, and you use the negative emotions to bounce faster, your eyes closing to fight back the heat behind your eyelids.
You don't want to think about it; you don't want to think.
Instead, you focus on the way Dokyeom's groaning underneath you, the way his thighs flex under your ass, and the way his fingers dig into your waist to help your movements. Your thighs burn with exertion, but your pace never falters because you can feel him twitching inside you, and you know he's close, and it makes you double your efforts.
You figure the moment he cums, you can give him a sweet kiss in thanks, send him on his way, and finish yourself off alone with your vibrator. That's usually how you had to do it with your ex, and so old habits die hard for you as you swirl your hips, nudging Dokyeom closer to the edge with needy moans and praise.
But what you forget is that Dokyeom's not your ex. That this is a new era for you, and that moment comes to you when Dokyeom moves one of his hands off your waist to press his thumb to your sensitive clit.
Your eyes fly open and catch his with surprise as he gives you a fucked-out smile in response. He presses more firmly into your bundle of nerves as your hips stutter, and when he starts stroking the puffy nub at a fast pace, you choke on your cry as your knees tighten around his hips. "That's it, cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart."
You never thought hearing those words would trigger you, but it does, and it should be embarrassing that you're shocked when you cum just like he asks. You don't have time to warn him as your hips buck wildly, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he takes over for you. He never lets up, bouncing you on his lap as he rubs your clit. He makes you tremble, fucking you through your high, before he finds his orgasm once you slump into him.
He keeps you seated on his lap, holding you close while his balls twitch against your ass. He spills into the condom with a low groan, and you're kissing him again sloppily. You kiss him in thanks, still in shock as something cracks open in your chest. And Seungkwan is again, annoyingly right, because not even an hour later, you feel a little lighter, a little happier as you wave goodbye to DK. You don't feel guilty as you watch him hop into his taxi to go home, and you're already excited to be in your single era as you crawl into bed satisfied, ready to take back the light you didn't know was dimmed until now.
You don't tell Seungkwan he's right about rebounds. You also don't tell him you saved Dokyeom's number in your phone in case of emergencies. You know one-night stands are usually just for one night, but you've also never orgasmed on a cock that wasn't a dildo, so you figure if desperate times come, at least you had someone to ring for a booty call.
"You're really not going to tell me anything?" Seungkwan scoffs as you sit cross-legged on the floor of his apartment. You're eyeing the seven letters in front of you, ignoring Seungkwan's pout as you try to think of the next word you want to spell out on the Scrabble board sitting on the coffee table.
You, him, and Vernon are in the first round of Scrabble, and you're currently winning. "You're just trying to distract me; it's not my fault you're in last place."
Boo pouts again and looks to his boyfriend for comfort, but Vernon nods in agreement with you, making Seungkwan grumble, sulking. "I tried asking DK, but he wouldn't say anything. Something about not kissing and telling." Seungkwan's eyes narrow on you, assessing as you put down letters to spell joker, and Vernon dutifully writes on a notepad how many points you tallied from it. "So, I know you at least kissed him, but how am I supposed to be a good friend if you don't give me anything to go off of?"
Vernon adds to a word already on the board, and suddenly flap turned into flapjack.
Seungkwan lets out an exasperated sigh and throws down his letter carelessly - he knows he's going to lose against you or his boyfriend, so he uses the 'k' vertically to spell kite. "Can you at least tell me you're still open to jump back into the dating pool?"
At this, you look at Seungkwan and nod your head. It's a simple confirmation, but it gets your friend from slumping forward to sitting up straight again. He claps his hands in triumph, already having ten different people flash across his mind before Vernon speaks up.
"I know a guy, really great, if you're interested."
He doesn't say it needs to be a hookup, just if you want a nice date; he knows a guy, and again, you wonder if your friends think you have no game.
The guy Vernon knows happens to be one of the most popular guys on campus.
Mingyu was the golden boy; he got along with everyone, students, staff- he was a sweetheart. He volunteered in his free time, was top ten in his classes, and was part of the rugby team. In all purposes and tenses, he was perfect.
He was also a walking contradiction.
Mingyu was a big man, buff with muscles, lethal with charming looks, and flinching with a sheepish grin as he dropped the spoon he was holding accidentally into your kitchen sink. If anyone told you that Mingyu would be in your kitchen on a Friday night, wearing your pink apron, and making you cupcakes, you would have laughed in their face - but here you were.
You sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter, watching with a raised eyebrow as Mingyu used your kitchen like he'd been here for years. You had figured when he texted you earlier in the week asking you out, he'd take you to a frat party or invite you to a game, but you were pleasantly surprised that he'd kept it so intimate.
"Are you sure I can't help?" You asked, and Mingyu flashed you a smile, shaking his head.
"No, they're almost done. About fifteen minutes to cool, and then we need to add frosting." You watch as Mingyu takes off the pink apron, hanging it up where he found it before he pulls you closer to him by your chair. The action makes your head a little foggy, and you blink up at Mingyu to clear your thoughts as he leans his hip against the counter. "Did I tell you you're beautiful?" He pairs the compliment with a brush of his hand over your thigh, and you can't help but wonder when the last time you heard a compliment like that was. It feels good, and you can feel your fingers tighten on the armrest of your chair.
"Mm, and does that line work on everyone you try it on?" You tease. You're happy when Mingyu gives you a playful smile, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't move his hand off your thigh, warming it with a stroke of his fingers instead.
"You tell me." Those three little words make you remember the fun of flirting, and you wonder what Vernon told Mingyu about you - if Mingyu knows there are no expectations, that you're figuring everything out on a whim.
Speaking of a whim - your eyes flicker down to Mingyu's lips; you think about your ex, about DK, and then you're thinking fuck it, and you pull Mingyu in by his shirt. When Mingyu's lips crash into yours, he doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, coaxing you to melt into him with a low groan.
The cupcakes are completely forgotten the moment Mingyu lifts you with ease, and you're moaning at the strength he has to pick you up like it's nothing. He sets you on top of your kitchen counter, taking his place between your legs, and works a trail of kisses down your neck just as he pulls your ass onto the edge of the countertop so you can feel his cock straining in his jeans for you.
The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against you has you gasping with flushed cheeks, and you don't think you could get more turned on until he's sinking onto his knees. The big 6"2 man dares to flip your skirt up, his mouth panting over your soaked panties like you were actually the dessert for tonight, and you can't help but open your legs a little wider to give him better access. You need this, and before you can give yourself a chance to overthink it, you help Mingyu slide your panties down your legs, exposing your weeping cunt to him.
Mingyu groans like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and your legs shake a little as he places a kiss on your inner knee. He uses his large hands to hook your legs over his shoulders, and before he can get any closer, your nerves win over, and you stutter out a "you don't have to-" before you can stop yourself.
Fuck your ex. You cringe as the words settle over you both, and you catch Mingyu blink in confusion for a moment while his mouth is mere inches from where you want it most. Barely a minute passes before Mingyu lets out a soft laugh, his smile dazzling as he looks up at you. The tiled floor of your kitchen bites into his knees, but his grip on your thighs only gets tighter as he gives you a look. "Baby, I've wanted to since the minute Vernon gave me your number."
That's all the warning he gives you before his tongue laps up your sodden slit, gathering all your sweet slick on his taste buds and making both you and him moan in unison. You had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten out, and Mingyu drinks you like you're water, like he can't get enough, and you're left scrambling to hold onto anything you can as he shakes his head between your thighs, trying to reach deeper.
One of your hands clutches onto the back of his head, and the other holds onto the countertop as your mouth falls open. You can feel every suck, slurp, and lick of his tongue, and your eyes roll back when his nose drags over your clit at the same time.
Unabashedly, he pulls every moan out of you like you don't have a volume control, and it's dirty how it mixes with the obscenely wet noises his mouth makes when making out with your cunt. You don't get time to feel bad for your neighbors, the poor thin walls of your apartment doing absolutely nothing to muffle your noises, before you're bucking your hips and crying out as you orgasm.
Mingyu is amazing at letting you ride it out, letting you hold his head still as you roll your hips until you're sensitive to the touch, and then you're hazily kissing him back when he stands back up with a satisfied grin. You can taste yourself on his lips, and your cunt throbs blissfully as he pulls back to lick the rest of your slick that stains the lower half of his face with a hum.
He forces you to relax and catch your breath as he goes back to frosting the cupcakes like he didn't just make your legs feel like jello, and once they're finished, he doesn't stop you from returning the favor. He leans back against the counter while you pull his cock from his boxers. His jeans pool at his ankles, and your mouth swallows his cock until his lungs shake to breathe properly.
You suck, bobbing your head, taking him deeper, enjoying the way his thighs tremble under your hands while your tongue massages the veins on the underside of his shaft.
When he cums, you swallow it all, relishing the ache in your jaw as you both pant to catch your breath.
Mingyu leaves your apartment with a quick peck on your lips, and at least four cupcakes in a to-go box. It's honestly weird how easy it all is for you, watching Mingyu slip into a taxi as you wet your lips with your tongue. You're so lost in your thoughts you barely hear the door to your left opening up before your eyes lock onto warm brown ones.
Seungcheol's hair is wet like he just got out of the shower, and his cheeks darken almost immediately when you catch him stepping out of his apartment. You barely get a glimpse of the anime posters hung up on his living room wall before you tilt your head to look at him again.
Seungcheol has been your neighbor a little longer than you've dated your ex, and the moment you saw him, you knew he was a nerd; he wore anime t-shirts like they were going out of style, had a weekly DND game with a few of his friends at his apartment every Thursday night, and the whole time you knew him, not once did you ever see a girl go into his apartment. You were pretty sure his routine consisted of going to the gym and going to classes, and that was it. So seeing him in the hallway genuinely made you freeze.
A moment of silence lingered awkwardly, and passively you noted he looked good in those grey sweatpants before you gave him a friendly smile in greeting. "Would you like a cupcake?"
After Mingyu, your life gets a little busy. You pick up extra shifts at work, focus on your classes, and ignore Seungkwan's text about some guy named Jun. You try to keep yourself occupied, taking a moment to figure out how to be alone and remember what makes you happy as the semester comes to an end.
You see Seungcheol a lot more than you did before. Usually it's in passing, him heading out as you come home from work or when he picks up his mail and rides an elevator with you as you bring home groceries for yourself.
You learn he's just as nerdy as you thought he was. It seems Seungcheol can't help but blurt random facts at you when you find yourself alone with him. His special expertise is anything, really. He tells you about the migration of some sharks randomly when you step onto the elevator with him for the first time. He blurts it like he can't contain the information any longer, and you find it cute the way his ears burn red all the way down his neck.
You find out Seungcheol is studying mechanical engineering, and that his eyes light up when you ask him to tell you more about it. You won't admit that your eyes glaze over a little bit when he gets too technical, but you still really enjoy the way he speaks so passionately about it. You honestly find him really attractive for it, and maybe that's why when you come home late on Saturday night, you find yourself digging out your trusted and favorited dildo to let out some steam.
You don't even mean to think about your neighbor like that. You were just so exhausted and pent-up, and you didn't want to reach out to DK or Mingyu or whoever else Seungkwan was determined to pimp you out to; you just wanted to cum.
So that's what you tried to do. You took in slow breaths, closing your eyes and focusing on the hum of your vibrator as you slowly slid it down your stomach.
But your mind wouldn't shut off, bouncing between the last few classes you had before break started and the fact that your boss asked if you would come in early Wednesday. Not surprisingly, this doesn't make you relax, and your body fidgets as you dip the head of the vibrating dildo between your folds, teasing your clit for stimulation.
Your thighs shake from the stimulus, and you let out a sigh as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Your mind flashes to a smut scene you had read in a book the other day, and your legs spread open a little wider. Your mind flashes to DK, and a smile curves on your lips before moving on to Mingyu, imagining his head between your thighs. You can feel your stomach getting warmer at the thought, and the imaginary knot in your tummy twists as you swirl your dildo lower, collecting your arousal on the toy before rubbing it back up to your clit.
Your breaths grow deeper, and your head tilts back as the vibrating noises resonate through your bedroom. Your moans come out somewhat quieter, mixing in with the wet, slick noises of your pussy, and suddenly you're imagining deep brown eyes. A dimple smile of your neighbor appears in your head, and you imagine how he'd smile over you as he settles between your open thighs.
Your gasp comes out sharper at that, and you press your toy firmer against your bundle of nerves, his name falling from your lips louder than expected.
You think about how Seungcheol's blush probably spreads down to his chest when he's worked up, how he'd look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky yourself, and your pussy weeps for him. You wonder if you'd had to guide him to what makes you feel good, if he'd stutter from his lack of experience, and when you're just about to reach your climax, your ex's face flashes across your mind and your orgasm is gone within the second.
You groan in frustration, squeezing your legs together, and you truly contemplate buying an Etsy witch online to place a curse because this is unfair.
In anger, you swiftly turned the toy off, tossing it to the side where it stayed at the foot of your bed as you let out another groan. Fuck me.
And then the doorbell rang.
"I can't catch a break," you huffed and hastily tied a robe around yourself. You were naked underneath, and you didn't think as you stomped your way to your front door. "Yeah?" You asked, swinging the door open enough to reveal the same warm brown eyes that had you slicked between your thighs not too long ago.
Seungcheol stood before you as he did back when Mingyu left your place weeks ago. He was freshly showered, with water droplets slowly falling from the ends of his hair; they rolled down his neck and momentarily distracted you from the way he was looking at you, and you belatedly realized that your house robe hardly covered you.
Your robe falls just above your upper thighs, barely covering your ass, and if you leaned forward, you'd be giving him enough material for his spank bank to last him a good while. Fuck, you hope he can't smell the fact you almost used him to cum a few minutes ago. You shook the thought away and plastered a friendly, neighborly smile on your face as you greeted him. "Oh, is there something you need?"
You watched a little flush appear on his cheeks, his gaze flitting down your body, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes again. "I was, uh," Seungcheol's brain lags for a second, and you're able to see his pupils dilate as whatever he came over to tell you is quickly shoved away in favor of boldly stepping inside your apartment. Seungcheol's frame fills your doorway almost completely, and you're acutely aware of how his fingers twitch at his sides as he speaks up again. "The walls are thin."
What? Your brain struggles to process what it means before Seungcheol takes another step inside, but this time he makes sure the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the apartment with him. "I'm sorry?" Your voice comes out a little breathless, like the room knew something was going to happen, and your eyes flicker down to his plump lips distractedly.
Seungcheol's smile comes out a little amused, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he nods his head quietly. He takes another step, this time eliminating a lot of space between you two, and the heat that radiates from him warms you all the way down to your toes. "Yeah, did you know that?" He asks, and you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. "The walls are thin here, and that means I can hear you. Did you know we share a bedroom wall?"
Your stomach flutters when you realize what he's implying, and your cheeks burn with the answer. "Oh-"
Seungcheol's head tilts, and his smile shows the dimple you'd been missing as he hums. "I've had to listen to your ex leave you unsatisfied for two years. Then you had me listen to that first rebound; you didn't even leave your bedroom, just stayed right there in the living room." Your heart squeezes when he clicks his tongue with a scoff, shaking his head like he was scolding you. He had heard everything, and your thighs squeeze together for relief. "Then you were with that other guy, fuck the way you cried out; I had to take a shower with your pretty cries swirling in my head."
Oh, you're wet, dripping down your thighs as you listen to him, and your mind reels with the image of him in the shower, fucking his hand to the thought of you. You wonder if, when you had caught him outside as you watched Mingyu leave, he had gone outside on purpose to see you. The thought turns you on, and your breath hitches when his hands pull you in by the waist while his head lowers.
His lips ghost over yours, teasing you, and your eyelashes flutter as he murmurs, "When's it going to be my turn, hmm?"
That's all you need to hear before you're crashing your lips against his. You had thought Seungcheol would be shy, lacking in experience, but the way he lifted you, kissing you like it was his last, proved otherwise.
He doesn't need to pull away from the kiss to lead you into your bedroom; your layout is the mirrored version of his, and before you can process what was happening, he was already tossing you onto your bed. Your robe falls open from the movement, and Seungcheol gets the pretty view of you completely naked underneath him as he climbs onto the bed after you. "My final straw was when you cried out my name ten minutes ago." He hums, and his hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between them. "If you're going to say my name, Baby, I want a front row view. Better yet, let me do all the work."
He gives you another dazzling smile and a wink before he's kissing you again. He takes charge, coaxing your mouth open so he can explore with his tongue while his hands map out every curve of your body, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Your body reacts to his naturally, and your back arches as his hands squeeze your breasts earnestly, pinching your nipples with enough pressure to make your hips buck up into his.
"You're so sensitive, aren't ya-" His lips skim down your neck, trailing lower until his lips suck one of your nipples into his warm mouth, and it makes your pussy weep in delight. You feel his tongue swirl, wetting your breast with his saliva as he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment as one of his hands slides down to grab under your knee. He lifts it to give him more room to move, and his hips roll to grind his hard cock against your cunt, creating a delicious friction between the fabric of his sweats and your puffy clit. "I've waited for this for so long - mmph - wanted you since you moved in."
Your gasps become more frequent as he talks, scrambling your thoughts, and then his teeth bite into the swell of your breast hard enough to leave a mark, and your cunt squeezes around nothing pathetically. "Cheol! Oh fuck," your jaw drops, and Seungcheol's diligently making a path down your body, keeping your legs open with his broad shoulders.
You briefly wonder why it took you this long to see Seungcheol was right in front of you. You had always had a liking towards him, and you can't help but think of all the time you wasted. How you got it all wrong, about your ex, about what you deserve, about what was right in front of you. Your heart squeezes, and Seungcheol's fingers pinch under your thigh to get your attention back on him. "Don't do that. Don't run off into your head; focus on me. I want your eyes on me."
And he means that. His eyes stare into yours as he spreads your wet folds apart, and his breath fans over your sensitive cunt as he makes sure you're watching. When his tongue flattens over your pretty pussy, you know you're in trouble because he groans like you're the sweetest thing, and it makes him dive in deeper, dragging his tongue all the way up to your clit with another low groan.
He swirls the little nub with messy circles, sucking on it until you twist your fingers in his hair and he eats you out like it's more for him than it's for you. His pupils dilate, and his fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he laps, sucks, and slurps your sweet slick with fervor. He makes a mess out of you, focusing on your clit until your thighs are squeezing his head in mercy.
When he has you dripping with your arousal, the tip of his tongue flicks your clit while his fingers sink into your entrance with ease. You take two of his fingers with hardly any resistance, and the stretch of his digits has your tummy flip as he curls them up, searching for the one spot that'll make you see white.
He knows he's found it when your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open stupidly. Your legs try to close as his fingertips rub into it, hitting it with each thrust of his hand, and it's too much when he adds another finger. The knot in your stomach twists with each jab, and he's watching your tongue stick out like those hentais he liked to watch as he sucks on your clit at the same time.
You've never felt this type of heat in your stomach before, and you don't think as you try to push him off of you. "Wait- wait, I think I have to pee." You cry out, and your cheeks flush as he keeps you pinned with one hand, working you over faster. He's seen this scene before, where the girl says that, and if he's right, he knows he shouldn't stop.
And he proves it as your eyes cross and your body locks up suddenly while you gurgle out a long whine. Your pussy slurps his fingers in pulses as you gush, spraying like a little geyser as he fucks you through it without slowing down.
Your slick comes in waves as he leans back, watching you soak his hand and the bed underneath you with a cocky smirk, and you even squirt up onto his t-shirt, clutching onto his arm as your hips twitch. It's the hottest thing he's ever gotten to witness; it's way better than the porn he's masturbated to, and he doesn't waste time tossing his shirt over his head and shoving his sweatpants down right after he's fucked you through your first orgasm.
You're still trembling when Seungcheol manhandles your legs up to your chest, and your vision is too blurry to realize he's naked. His cock is hard, red at the tip, and throbbing with need. Precum dribbles from the head of his cock, dripping onto your tummy as he leans over you and waits until your eyes focus on him when he gives you another smile.
"I knew you were a messy baby, squirted all over. You did so good for me, but I'm going to need you to do it again, okay?"
Your ears ring, and you must be dumb because what does he mean? You didn't squirt? You don't know how to. But you can feel your slick dripping down your ass, and the bedsheets are sticking to your skin, and your eyes blink up at Seungcheol in astonishment.
He fucking made you squirt.
Your pussy flutters, and Seungcheol's leaning over you again while reaching for his discarded sweats. He pulls a condom from one of the pockets, tearing it open before rolling the rubber down his thick shaft. You feel delirious and almost want to tell him to leave it off, but you know it's your brain all foggy from your last orgasm. Maybe next time.
When Seungcheol sits back on his knees, he's got your legs spread open and his cock heavy in his hand as he drags it up your sodden slit. "You're so pretty," he murmurs, and you're feeling the pressure of his cock before it's sinking into you. Your puffy folds part for his rotund tip, and he makes your gummy walls stretch deliciously to take the first few inches inside your warm cunt before he eases back and then in again.
He's big. Not just in length, but girth as well, and the heaviness of him has you clawing to hold onto something. Your nails scratch into your bedsheets, holding onto them as he raises your ass off the bed, using gravity to plug you to the base of his cock in one full swoop. When his hips meet your ass, you feel like he's in your lungs, and it must be true because all the air leaves from your lips in a wrecked moan.
All your thoughts disappear from your pretty head, and your pussy flutters around his length, trying to get used to the stretch while he leans down to kiss your breasts again. He doesn't move until you're twitching underneath him, squeezing him like you wanted him deeper, and he's more than happy to give you what you want.
The first slam of his hips rocks you and the bed, and your moans get punched out of you as the head of his cock knocks into your cervix with a heavy thump. Seungcheol is all you can see, all you can feel, and your brain turns off as a familiar buzzing resonates through the air. Your dildo, once forgotten at the foot of your bed, appears in your eyesight, dangling from Seungcheol's left hand, and your pussy squelches obscenely as he bottoms out again.
"Was this what you were using when you were thinking of me?" Seungcheol asks, and your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You watch as he teases the vibrating dildo across your stomach, making your breath hitch as he continues to grind into you with a mean precision. But then he's leaning back on his knees, keeping your ass in his lap and off the bed, as he brings the toy lower.
You're going to be ruined.
"Cheol- ah, please-" You're not sure what you're pleading for, but Seungcheol's eyes are hooded, swirling with hunger, and the moment he dips your dildo past your puffy folds to kiss your sensitive clit, you're putty in his hands. The vibrations make your whole body twitch, and your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol's cock, milking him for more as your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. "Oh fuck!"
Seungcheol coos in wonderment, taking in the way your back arches and his cock jumps inside you, threatening to end this all right now from how gorgeous you look underneath him - but Seungcheol's waited too long for this, so he presses the toy more firmly, circling your clitoris while he rocks shallowly inside your sweet pussy. You feel like heaven, and he's determined to make you cum again before he does.
And thankfully, it's not that hard to get you there.
After your first intense orgasm, you're unbelievably wet, soaking his condom covered cock in your juices, and making each rock of his hips easier than the last. It's lewd the way your pussy squelches with each tap his tip knocks into your g-spot like it's nothing, and you unravel within minutes. Your jaw drops wide open as you hold onto his wrist; he's been keeping the toy consistently buzzing on your pretty pussy, bringing you closer to the edge faster than ever before.
You cum silently. Your breath leaves your lungs with a sharp gasp, and your body tenses as he watches your eyes roll back as you squirt for the second time. Your legs shake as you fall apart underneath him, and Seungcheol cums shortly after you do - groaning lowly as his cock fills the condom up with his warm seed.
When he finally slips from between your legs, you watch him disappear into your bathroom, and you're left reeling from what just happened. Seungcheol had not only been the opposite of what you had thought he'd be, but then, unbeknownst to him, had ruined you for anyone else in one single night. You blink stupidly up at your ceiling, and Seungcheol returns with a wet towel, his smile sheepish as he cleaned you up the best he could.
"I don't know if you're still rebounding, or dating, or what-" Seungcheol murmured, and your eyes met his, noticing the familiar pink dusting the tops of his ears as he tossed the dirty towel into your laundry basket. "But if I haven't made it clear enough, I'm an option. I want to be your option."
You blink, your heart skipping a beat at his admission, and your hand reaches for his. "Stay?"
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Synopsis: When you find yourself single after two years, your friends tell you the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You decide to take that advice, but will it just be that?
Warnings: mdni, 18+, f! reader, reader's ex cheated, verkwan, bff! Seungkwan, some humor, riding, sweetheart! DK, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), jock! Mingyu, oral (both m & f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, dumbification (squint you'll find it), Seungcheol big, loser!Cheol (brief mention), neighbor! Seungcheol, harbored feelings (Cheol), condoms for everyone, fingering, toys, masturbation (f. attempted), toy play, the walls are thin, squirting, size difference, Jun mentioned! etc
Genre: Smut, mdni. 18+
Pairings: DK x reader, Mingyu x reader, and Seungcheol x reader (all separate)
WC: 7.1K+
[requested] - heh unedited, oops
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
This was supposed to be a stupid rebound to get over your ex.
Your friends had said this was the way to get over someone who didn't deserve to be with you anyway, and it was honestly a blessing in disguise to see that text pop up on his phone. A simple, "can't wait to see you tonight xoxo." That was all it took for you to realize you had wasted two years with a man who wouldn't even eat you out.
Pathetic. Him, and you for staying for so long when you knew your heart wasn't in it. You don't even know why you really stayed; maybe just the familiar comfort of knowing he was there, that you settled for thinking that this was all you could have.
You felt nothing when your ex tried to plead with you that "it was not what it looks like!" as you pointed at your front door. You simply rolled your eyes at his pout and threatened to throw all of his belongings out on the street if he didn't go. You really didn't play around, and when you threw the first box of stuff out, he chased after it as you slammed the door behind him, locking it right after.
That was three weeks ago.
Three weeks of friends telling you, "You deserve better" and "To get over him, you need to get under someone else." But you never really thought you were a one-night stand type of person.
"No, you don't get it. One-night stands are the best!" Seungkwan declares while adding too much sugar to his iced americano. Your eyes flicker to his boyfriend, who's sitting next to him, and Vernon doesn't even bat an eye while his arm stays wrapped securely around Boo's waist. "No attachments, no mess or awkward small talk. You get what you're after, they get to nut, and then they lock the door on their way out to whatever Uber or taxi that waits to take them home. You probably don't even need to remember their first name!"
At that, your eyebrows raise even higher, and the incredulous snort you let out makes your eyes roll sarcastically. "Why does this feel like you're about to become my pimp?"
Seungkwan's eyes sparkle as his cheeks tint with color, and you're realizing every quickly that your friend was insane.
The first person Seungkwan pushes to you is someone from his marketing class. Dokyeom, or DK for short, is a ray of sunshine and flowers. Seungkwan tells you this would be considered you "dipping your toes in the water to feel the temperature before diving in", and you're briefly wondering if he's determined to make you a whore as he flips his phone to you so you can see a picture of DK that he sneakily took last week.
He ignores your narrowed eyes with a little wave of his hands. "Everyone deserves a 'ho phase.' Now be nice, DK's my partner until the end of the quarter, and he's actually a sweetheart."
Seungkwan is annoyingly right about DK. He's a sweetheart by default who arrives at your apartment door right at 7 pm on the dot. He's got a beautiful smile and a nervous shake in his hands when he hands you a bouquet with a little, "This is for you." He's the perfect gentleman who opens every door for you as you two go on a date at this cute ice cream shop, and he actually asks you questions about yourself and listens. You're not nervous the entire time you spend with him, and you're pretty sure that's why you do what Seungkwan says and "dip your toes in the water." Your best friend is insane.
When DK walks you back to your apartment door, you don't allow yourself to hesitate when asking him if he would like to join you for a nightcap. Your hand grabs his while leading him inside your apartment, and it's you who ends up making the first move to kiss.
You don't know when you last kissed someone who wasn't your ex, and the feeling is foreign but refreshing. Dokyeom's hands settle on your hips, and your lips deepen the kiss until you hear a little hitch in his breath. The sound alone builds a soft heat in your lower stomach, and you realize belatedly that you would like to hear it again.
Your ex was quiet, boring, and vanilla when it came to sex. There was hardly any foreplay unless it was you giving him head, and it was like it was a chore that ended once he got to nut - so when you feel Dokyeom shiver as your fingers twist in his hair, you're feeling pleasantly warm all over. This, this is what you were missing.
Both of you barely separate from the kiss as you two stumble backwards to your living room, and you're already eagerly pawing at his clothes while your tongue licks over his, determined to hear what other noises he can make for you. You can barely register that the noises were words that he was saying until you're chasing after his lips when he pulls back a little to catch his breath. "Are you sure?"
Fuck, Dokyeom is such a sweetheart, and you're only able to nod in response before pushing him back onto your couch as you straddle his lap shortly after. "Yeah, m'sure." You murmur, and your lips find his again while his hardening cock presses up against your panty-covered pussy just right.
You take your time just to kiss him while rolling your hips forward, rocking against his hard cock, until your mind is dizzy and Dokyeom's eyes are swirling with need. It doesn't take long before he's helping you shove his jeans down low enough to free his aching cock, and only then do you sit back to take a moment.
Dokyeom looks so pretty with disheveled hair, glossy eyes, and kiss-bitten lips. His cock is long and flushed at the tip, and even though it doesn't have a lot of girth, your cunt still drools at the prospect of it filling you in a few minutes.
"Do you have-" Your hand is reaching for his cock before you can finish your sentence, and when your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking him from the base to the tip, Dokyeom lets out a small hiccuped whine from the back of his throat. His head lolls back, and his hooded eyes stare up at you dizzily before he understands what you're asking.
"Oh! Yeah, let me uh," he's fumbling to reach into his front pocket, his cheeks flushed as he pulls his wallet out and slips out a shiny foil wrapper. He opens it with ease, taking the condom out just as you swipe your thumb over his tip, and the action nearly makes him drop the rubber. When he finally rolls it down his length with a sheepish smile, your pussy throbs with anticipation.
With one hand, Dokyeom holds your waist as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance; his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as you pull your panties to the side, and when you lower yourself until the tip of his cock breaches past your first set of gummy rings, you think: finally.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and even though technically Dokyeom's actually the one under you, you feel like this is your first step in moving forward. Your gummy walls pulsate, sucking Dokyeom's cock deeper inside, and you watch with fascination as his jaw drops in pleasure. The moment your ass meets his thighs, and the tip of his cock kisses the back of your cunt in greeting, you're realizing just how lame your ex was. You don't even give Dokyeom a chance to grab your waist to anchor himself before you're leaning up on your knees and then sliding back down on his cock with a breathy moan.
Your hands rest on his chest, pushing him further back onto your couch, and you take over control, setting a pace that makes you squeeze around his shaft each time you take him to the hilt. At this point, if you're being honest, you're taking what you want and riding Dokyeom with a mean swirl to your hips, chasing after something you don't know. The feelings you had ignored in favor of saying "you're fine" and "didn't care that you wasted two years on someone" come to the surface, ugly and gnawing at your chest, and you use the negative emotions to bounce faster, your eyes closing to fight back the heat behind your eyelids.
You don't want to think about it; you don't want to think.
Instead, you focus on the way Dokyeom's groaning underneath you, the way his thighs flex under your ass, and the way his fingers dig into your waist to help your movements. Your thighs burn with exertion, but your pace never falters because you can feel him twitching inside you, and you know he's close, and it makes you double your efforts.
You figure the moment he cums, you can give him a sweet kiss in thanks, send him on his way, and finish yourself off alone with your vibrator. That's usually how you had to do it with your ex, and so old habits die hard for you as you swirl your hips, nudging Dokyeom closer to the edge with needy moans and praise.
But what you forget is that Dokyeom's not your ex. That this is a new era for you, and that moment comes to you when Dokyeom moves one of his hands off your waist to press his thumb to your sensitive clit.
Your eyes fly open and catch his with surprise as he gives you a fucked-out smile in response. He presses more firmly into your bundle of nerves as your hips stutter, and when he starts stroking the puffy nub at a fast pace, you choke on your cry as your knees tighten around his hips. "That's it, cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart."
You never thought hearing those words would trigger you, but it does, and it should be embarrassing that you're shocked when you cum just like he asks. You don't have time to warn him as your hips buck wildly, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he takes over for you. He never lets up, bouncing you on his lap as he rubs your clit. He makes you tremble, fucking you through your high, before he finds his orgasm once you slump into him.
He keeps you seated on his lap, holding you close while his balls twitch against your ass. He spills into the condom with a low groan, and you're kissing him again sloppily. You kiss him in thanks, still in shock as something cracks open in your chest. And Seungkwan is again, annoyingly right, because not even an hour later, you feel a little lighter, a little happier as you wave goodbye to DK. You don't feel guilty as you watch him hop into his taxi to go home, and you're already excited to be in your single era as you crawl into bed satisfied, ready to take back the light you didn't know was dimmed until now.
You don't tell Seungkwan he's right about rebounds. You also don't tell him you saved Dokyeom's number in your phone in case of emergencies. You know one-night stands are usually just for one night, but you've also never orgasmed on a cock that wasn't a dildo, so you figure if desperate times come, at least you had someone to ring for a booty call.
"You're really not going to tell me anything?" Seungkwan scoffs as you sit cross-legged on the floor of his apartment. You're eyeing the seven letters in front of you, ignoring Seungkwan's pout as you try to think of the next word you want to spell out on the Scrabble board sitting on the coffee table.
You, him, and Vernon are in the first round of Scrabble, and you're currently winning. "You're just trying to distract me; it's not my fault you're in last place."
Boo pouts again and looks to his boyfriend for comfort, but Vernon nods in agreement with you, making Seungkwan grumble, sulking. "I tried asking DK, but he wouldn't say anything. Something about not kissing and telling." Seungkwan's eyes narrow on you, assessing as you put down letters to spell joker, and Vernon dutifully writes on a notepad how many points you tallied from it. "So, I know you at least kissed him, but how am I supposed to be a good friend if you don't give me anything to go off of?"
Vernon adds to a word already on the board, and suddenly flap turned into flapjack.
Seungkwan lets out an exasperated sigh and throws down his letter carelessly - he knows he's going to lose against you or his boyfriend, so he uses the 'k' vertically to spell kite. "Can you at least tell me you're still open to jump back into the dating pool?"
At this, you look at Seungkwan and nod your head. It's a simple confirmation, but it gets your friend from slumping forward to sitting up straight again. He claps his hands in triumph, already having ten different people flash across his mind before Vernon speaks up.
"I know a guy, really great, if you're interested."
He doesn't say it needs to be a hookup, just if you want a nice date; he knows a guy, and again, you wonder if your friends think you have no game.
The guy Vernon knows happens to be one of the most popular guys on campus.
Mingyu was the golden boy; he got along with everyone, students, staff- he was a sweetheart. He volunteered in his free time, was top ten in his classes, and was part of the rugby team. In all purposes and tenses, he was perfect.
He was also a walking contradiction.
Mingyu was a big man, buff with muscles, lethal with charming looks, and flinching with a sheepish grin as he dropped the spoon he was holding accidentally into your kitchen sink. If anyone told you that Mingyu would be in your kitchen on a Friday night, wearing your pink apron, and making you cupcakes, you would have laughed in their face - but here you were.
You sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter, watching with a raised eyebrow as Mingyu used your kitchen like he'd been here for years. You had figured when he texted you earlier in the week asking you out, he'd take you to a frat party or invite you to a game, but you were pleasantly surprised that he'd kept it so intimate.
"Are you sure I can't help?" You asked, and Mingyu flashed you a smile, shaking his head.
"No, they're almost done. About fifteen minutes to cool, and then we need to add frosting." You watch as Mingyu takes off the pink apron, hanging it up where he found it before he pulls you closer to him by your chair. The action makes your head a little foggy, and you blink up at Mingyu to clear your thoughts as he leans his hip against the counter. "Did I tell you you're beautiful?" He pairs the compliment with a brush of his hand over your thigh, and you can't help but wonder when the last time you heard a compliment like that was. It feels good, and you can feel your fingers tighten on the armrest of your chair.
"Mm, and does that line work on everyone you try it on?" You tease. You're happy when Mingyu gives you a playful smile, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't move his hand off your thigh, warming it with a stroke of his fingers instead.
"You tell me." Those three little words make you remember the fun of flirting, and you wonder what Vernon told Mingyu about you - if Mingyu knows there are no expectations, that you're figuring everything out on a whim.
Speaking of a whim - your eyes flicker down to Mingyu's lips; you think about your ex, about DK, and then you're thinking fuck it, and you pull Mingyu in by his shirt. When Mingyu's lips crash into yours, he doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, coaxing you to melt into him with a low groan.
The cupcakes are completely forgotten the moment Mingyu lifts you with ease, and you're moaning at the strength he has to pick you up like it's nothing. He sets you on top of your kitchen counter, taking his place between your legs, and works a trail of kisses down your neck just as he pulls your ass onto the edge of the countertop so you can feel his cock straining in his jeans for you.
The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against you has you gasping with flushed cheeks, and you don't think you could get more turned on until he's sinking onto his knees. The big 6"2 man dares to flip your skirt up, his mouth panting over your soaked panties like you were actually the dessert for tonight, and you can't help but open your legs a little wider to give him better access. You need this, and before you can give yourself a chance to overthink it, you help Mingyu slide your panties down your legs, exposing your weeping cunt to him.
Mingyu groans like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and your legs shake a little as he places a kiss on your inner knee. He uses his large hands to hook your legs over his shoulders, and before he can get any closer, your nerves win over, and you stutter out a "you don't have to-" before you can stop yourself.
Fuck your ex. You cringe as the words settle over you both, and you catch Mingyu blink in confusion for a moment while his mouth is mere inches from where you want it most. Barely a minute passes before Mingyu lets out a soft laugh, his smile dazzling as he looks up at you. The tiled floor of your kitchen bites into his knees, but his grip on your thighs only gets tighter as he gives you a look. "Baby, I've wanted to since the minute Vernon gave me your number."
That's all the warning he gives you before his tongue laps up your sodden slit, gathering all your sweet slick on his taste buds and making both you and him moan in unison. You had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten out, and Mingyu drinks you like you're water, like he can't get enough, and you're left scrambling to hold onto anything you can as he shakes his head between your thighs, trying to reach deeper.
One of your hands clutches onto the back of his head, and the other holds onto the countertop as your mouth falls open. You can feel every suck, slurp, and lick of his tongue, and your eyes roll back when his nose drags over your clit at the same time.
Unabashedly, he pulls every moan out of you like you don't have a volume control, and it's dirty how it mixes with the obscenely wet noises his mouth makes when making out with your cunt. You don't get time to feel bad for your neighbors, the poor thin walls of your apartment doing absolutely nothing to muffle your noises, before you're bucking your hips and crying out as you orgasm.
Mingyu is amazing at letting you ride it out, letting you hold his head still as you roll your hips until you're sensitive to the touch, and then you're hazily kissing him back when he stands back up with a satisfied grin. You can taste yourself on his lips, and your cunt throbs blissfully as he pulls back to lick the rest of your slick that stains the lower half of his face with a hum.
He forces you to relax and catch your breath as he goes back to frosting the cupcakes like he didn't just make your legs feel like jello, and once they're finished, he doesn't stop you from returning the favor. He leans back against the counter while you pull his cock from his boxers. His jeans pool at his ankles, and your mouth swallows his cock until his lungs shake to breathe properly.
You suck, bobbing your head, taking him deeper, enjoying the way his thighs tremble under your hands while your tongue massages the veins on the underside of his shaft.
When he cums, you swallow it all, relishing the ache in your jaw as you both pant to catch your breath.
Mingyu leaves your apartment with a quick peck on your lips, and at least four cupcakes in a to-go box. It's honestly weird how easy it all is for you, watching Mingyu slip into a taxi as you wet your lips with your tongue. You're so lost in your thoughts you barely hear the door to your left opening up before your eyes lock onto warm brown ones.
Seungcheol's hair is wet like he just got out of the shower, and his cheeks darken almost immediately when you catch him stepping out of his apartment. You barely get a glimpse of the anime posters hung up on his living room wall before you tilt your head to look at him again.
Seungcheol has been your neighbor a little longer than you've dated your ex, and the moment you saw him, you knew he was a nerd; he wore anime t-shirts like they were going out of style, had a weekly DND game with a few of his friends at his apartment every Thursday night, and the whole time you knew him, not once did you ever see a girl go into his apartment. You were pretty sure his routine consisted of going to the gym and going to classes, and that was it. So seeing him in the hallway genuinely made you freeze.
A moment of silence lingered awkwardly, and passively you noted he looked good in those grey sweatpants before you gave him a friendly smile in greeting. "Would you like a cupcake?"
After Mingyu, your life gets a little busy. You pick up extra shifts at work, focus on your classes, and ignore Seungkwan's text about some guy named Jun. You try to keep yourself occupied, taking a moment to figure out how to be alone and remember what makes you happy as the semester comes to an end.
You see Seungcheol a lot more than you did before. Usually it's in passing, him heading out as you come home from work or when he picks up his mail and rides an elevator with you as you bring home groceries for yourself.
You learn he's just as nerdy as you thought he was. It seems Seungcheol can't help but blurt random facts at you when you find yourself alone with him. His special expertise is anything, really. He tells you about the migration of some sharks randomly when you step onto the elevator with him for the first time. He blurts it like he can't contain the information any longer, and you find it cute the way his ears burn red all the way down his neck.
You find out Seungcheol is studying mechanical engineering, and that his eyes light up when you ask him to tell you more about it. You won't admit that your eyes glaze over a little bit when he gets too technical, but you still really enjoy the way he speaks so passionately about it. You honestly find him really attractive for it, and maybe that's why when you come home late on Saturday night, you find yourself digging out your trusted and favorited dildo to let out some steam.
You don't even mean to think about your neighbor like that. You were just so exhausted and pent-up, and you didn't want to reach out to DK or Mingyu or whoever else Seungkwan was determined to pimp you out to; you just wanted to cum.
So that's what you tried to do. You took in slow breaths, closing your eyes and focusing on the hum of your vibrator as you slowly slid it down your stomach.
But your mind wouldn't shut off, bouncing between the last few classes you had before break started and the fact that your boss asked if you would come in early Wednesday. Not surprisingly, this doesn't make you relax, and your body fidgets as you dip the head of the vibrating dildo between your folds, teasing your clit for stimulation.
Your thighs shake from the stimulus, and you let out a sigh as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Your mind flashes to a smut scene you had read in a book the other day, and your legs spread open a little wider. Your mind flashes to DK, and a smile curves on your lips before moving on to Mingyu, imagining his head between your thighs. You can feel your stomach getting warmer at the thought, and the imaginary knot in your tummy twists as you swirl your dildo lower, collecting your arousal on the toy before rubbing it back up to your clit.
Your breaths grow deeper, and your head tilts back as the vibrating noises resonate through your bedroom. Your moans come out somewhat quieter, mixing in with the wet, slick noises of your pussy, and suddenly you're imagining deep brown eyes. A dimple smile of your neighbor appears in your head, and you imagine how he'd smile over you as he settles between your open thighs.
Your gasp comes out sharper at that, and you press your toy firmer against your bundle of nerves, his name falling from your lips louder than expected.
You think about how Seungcheol's blush probably spreads down to his chest when he's worked up, how he'd look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky yourself, and your pussy weeps for him. You wonder if you'd had to guide him to what makes you feel good, if he'd stutter from his lack of experience, and when you're just about to reach your climax, your ex's face flashes across your mind and your orgasm is gone within the second.
You groan in frustration, squeezing your legs together, and you truly contemplate buying an Etsy witch online to place a curse because this is unfair.
In anger, you swiftly turned the toy off, tossing it to the side where it stayed at the foot of your bed as you let out another groan. Fuck me.
And then the doorbell rang.
"I can't catch a break," you huffed and hastily tied a robe around yourself. You were naked underneath, and you didn't think as you stomped your way to your front door. "Yeah?" You asked, swinging the door open enough to reveal the same warm brown eyes that had you slicked between your thighs not too long ago.
Seungcheol stood before you as he did back when Mingyu left your place weeks ago. He was freshly showered, with water droplets slowly falling from the ends of his hair; they rolled down his neck and momentarily distracted you from the way he was looking at you, and you belatedly realized that your house robe hardly covered you.
Your robe falls just above your upper thighs, barely covering your ass, and if you leaned forward, you'd be giving him enough material for his spank bank to last him a good while. Fuck, you hope he can't smell the fact you almost used him to cum a few minutes ago. You shook the thought away and plastered a friendly, neighborly smile on your face as you greeted him. "Oh, is there something you need?"
You watched a little flush appear on his cheeks, his gaze flitting down your body, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes again. "I was, uh," Seungcheol's brain lags for a second, and you're able to see his pupils dilate as whatever he came over to tell you is quickly shoved away in favor of boldly stepping inside your apartment. Seungcheol's frame fills your doorway almost completely, and you're acutely aware of how his fingers twitch at his sides as he speaks up again. "The walls are thin."
What? Your brain struggles to process what it means before Seungcheol takes another step inside, but this time he makes sure the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the apartment with him. "I'm sorry?" Your voice comes out a little breathless, like the room knew something was going to happen, and your eyes flicker down to his plump lips distractedly.
Seungcheol's smile comes out a little amused, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he nods his head quietly. He takes another step, this time eliminating a lot of space between you two, and the heat that radiates from him warms you all the way down to your toes. "Yeah, did you know that?" He asks, and you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. "The walls are thin here, and that means I can hear you. Did you know we share a bedroom wall?"
Your stomach flutters when you realize what he's implying, and your cheeks burn with the answer. "Oh-"
Seungcheol's head tilts, and his smile shows the dimple you'd been missing as he hums. "I've had to listen to your ex leave you unsatisfied for two years. Then you had me listen to that first rebound; you didn't even leave your bedroom, just stayed right there in the living room." Your heart squeezes when he clicks his tongue with a scoff, shaking his head like he was scolding you. He had heard everything, and your thighs squeeze together for relief. "Then you were with that other guy, fuck the way you cried out; I had to take a shower with your pretty cries swirling in my head."
Oh, you're wet, dripping down your thighs as you listen to him, and your mind reels with the image of him in the shower, fucking his hand to the thought of you. You wonder if, when you had caught him outside as you watched Mingyu leave, he had gone outside on purpose to see you. The thought turns you on, and your breath hitches when his hands pull you in by the waist while his head lowers.
His lips ghost over yours, teasing you, and your eyelashes flutter as he murmurs, "When's it going to be my turn, hmm?"
That's all you need to hear before you're crashing your lips against his. You had thought Seungcheol would be shy, lacking in experience, but the way he lifted you, kissing you like it was his last, proved otherwise.
He doesn't need to pull away from the kiss to lead you into your bedroom; your layout is the mirrored version of his, and before you can process what was happening, he was already tossing you onto your bed. Your robe falls open from the movement, and Seungcheol gets the pretty view of you completely naked underneath him as he climbs onto the bed after you. "My final straw was when you cried out my name ten minutes ago." He hums, and his hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between them. "If you're going to say my name, Baby, I want a front row view. Better yet, let me do all the work."
He gives you another dazzling smile and a wink before he's kissing you again. He takes charge, coaxing your mouth open so he can explore with his tongue while his hands map out every curve of your body, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Your body reacts to his naturally, and your back arches as his hands squeeze your breasts earnestly, pinching your nipples with enough pressure to make your hips buck up into his.
"You're so sensitive, aren't ya-" His lips skim down your neck, trailing lower until his lips suck one of your nipples into his warm mouth, and it makes your pussy weep in delight. You feel his tongue swirl, wetting your breast with his saliva as he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment as one of his hands slides down to grab under your knee. He lifts it to give him more room to move, and his hips roll to grind his hard cock against your cunt, creating a delicious friction between the fabric of his sweats and your puffy clit. "I've waited for this for so long - mmph - wanted you since you moved in."
Your gasps become more frequent as he talks, scrambling your thoughts, and then his teeth bite into the swell of your breast hard enough to leave a mark, and your cunt squeezes around nothing pathetically. "Cheol! Oh fuck," your jaw drops, and Seungcheol's diligently making a path down your body, keeping your legs open with his broad shoulders.
You briefly wonder why it took you this long to see Seungcheol was right in front of you. You had always had a liking towards him, and you can't help but think of all the time you wasted. How you got it all wrong, about your ex, about what you deserve, about what was right in front of you. Your heart squeezes, and Seungcheol's fingers pinch under your thigh to get your attention back on him. "Don't do that. Don't run off into your head; focus on me. I want your eyes on me."
And he means that. His eyes stare into yours as he spreads your wet folds apart, and his breath fans over your sensitive cunt as he makes sure you're watching. When his tongue flattens over your pretty pussy, you know you're in trouble because he groans like you're the sweetest thing, and it makes him dive in deeper, dragging his tongue all the way up to your clit with another low groan.
He swirls the little nub with messy circles, sucking on it until you twist your fingers in his hair and he eats you out like it's more for him than it's for you. His pupils dilate, and his fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he laps, sucks, and slurps your sweet slick with fervor. He makes a mess out of you, focusing on your clit until your thighs are squeezing his head in mercy.
When he has you dripping with your arousal, the tip of his tongue flicks your clit while his fingers sink into your entrance with ease. You take two of his fingers with hardly any resistance, and the stretch of his digits has your tummy flip as he curls them up, searching for the one spot that'll make you see white.
He knows he's found it when your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open stupidly. Your legs try to close as his fingertips rub into it, hitting it with each thrust of his hand, and it's too much when he adds another finger. The knot in your stomach twists with each jab, and he's watching your tongue stick out like those hentais he liked to watch as he sucks on your clit at the same time.
You've never felt this type of heat in your stomach before, and you don't think as you try to push him off of you. "Wait- wait, I think I have to pee." You cry out, and your cheeks flush as he keeps you pinned with one hand, working you over faster. He's seen this scene before, where the girl says that, and if he's right, he knows he shouldn't stop.
And he proves it as your eyes cross and your body locks up suddenly while you gurgle out a long whine. Your pussy slurps his fingers in pulses as you gush, spraying like a little geyser as he fucks you through it without slowing down.
Your slick comes in waves as he leans back, watching you soak his hand and the bed underneath you with a cocky smirk, and you even squirt up onto his t-shirt, clutching onto his arm as your hips twitch. It's the hottest thing he's ever gotten to witness; it's way better than the porn he's masturbated to, and he doesn't waste time tossing his shirt over his head and shoving his sweatpants down right after he's fucked you through your first orgasm.
You're still trembling when Seungcheol manhandles your legs up to your chest, and your vision is too blurry to realize he's naked. His cock is hard, red at the tip, and throbbing with need. Precum dribbles from the head of his cock, dripping onto your tummy as he leans over you and waits until your eyes focus on him when he gives you another smile.
"I knew you were a messy baby, squirted all over. You did so good for me, but I'm going to need you to do it again, okay?"
Your ears ring, and you must be dumb because what does he mean? You didn't squirt? You don't know how to. But you can feel your slick dripping down your ass, and the bedsheets are sticking to your skin, and your eyes blink up at Seungcheol in astonishment.
He fucking made you squirt.
Your pussy flutters, and Seungcheol's leaning over you again while reaching for his discarded sweats. He pulls a condom from one of the pockets, tearing it open before rolling the rubber down his thick shaft. You feel delirious and almost want to tell him to leave it off, but you know it's your brain all foggy from your last orgasm. Maybe next time.
When Seungcheol sits back on his knees, he's got your legs spread open and his cock heavy in his hand as he drags it up your sodden slit. "You're so pretty," he murmurs, and you're feeling the pressure of his cock before it's sinking into you. Your puffy folds part for his rotund tip, and he makes your gummy walls stretch deliciously to take the first few inches inside your warm cunt before he eases back and then in again.
He's big. Not just in length, but girth as well, and the heaviness of him has you clawing to hold onto something. Your nails scratch into your bedsheets, holding onto them as he raises your ass off the bed, using gravity to plug you to the base of his cock in one full swoop. When his hips meet your ass, you feel like he's in your lungs, and it must be true because all the air leaves from your lips in a wrecked moan.
All your thoughts disappear from your pretty head, and your pussy flutters around his length, trying to get used to the stretch while he leans down to kiss your breasts again. He doesn't move until you're twitching underneath him, squeezing him like you wanted him deeper, and he's more than happy to give you what you want.
The first slam of his hips rocks you and the bed, and your moans get punched out of you as the head of his cock knocks into your cervix with a heavy thump. Seungcheol is all you can see, all you can feel, and your brain turns off as a familiar buzzing resonates through the air. Your dildo, once forgotten at the foot of your bed, appears in your eyesight, dangling from Seungcheol's left hand, and your pussy squelches obscenely as he bottoms out again.
"Was this what you were using when you were thinking of me?" Seungcheol asks, and your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You watch as he teases the vibrating dildo across your stomach, making your breath hitch as he continues to grind into you with a mean precision. But then he's leaning back on his knees, keeping your ass in his lap and off the bed, as he brings the toy lower.
You're going to be ruined.
"Cheol- ah, please-" You're not sure what you're pleading for, but Seungcheol's eyes are hooded, swirling with hunger, and the moment he dips your dildo past your puffy folds to kiss your sensitive clit, you're putty in his hands. The vibrations make your whole body twitch, and your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol's cock, milking him for more as your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. "Oh fuck!"
Seungcheol coos in wonderment, taking in the way your back arches and his cock jumps inside you, threatening to end this all right now from how gorgeous you look underneath him - but Seungcheol's waited too long for this, so he presses the toy more firmly, circling your clitoris while he rocks shallowly inside your sweet pussy. You feel like heaven, and he's determined to make you cum again before he does.
And thankfully, it's not that hard to get you there.
After your first intense orgasm, you're unbelievably wet, soaking his condom covered cock in your juices, and making each rock of his hips easier than the last. It's lewd the way your pussy squelches with each tap his tip knocks into your g-spot like it's nothing, and you unravel within minutes. Your jaw drops wide open as you hold onto his wrist; he's been keeping the toy consistently buzzing on your pretty pussy, bringing you closer to the edge faster than ever before.
You cum silently. Your breath leaves your lungs with a sharp gasp, and your body tenses as he watches your eyes roll back as you squirt for the second time. Your legs shake as you fall apart underneath him, and Seungcheol cums shortly after you do - groaning lowly as his cock fills the condom up with his warm seed.
When he finally slips from between your legs, you watch him disappear into your bathroom, and you're left reeling from what just happened. Seungcheol had not only been the opposite of what you had thought he'd be, but then, unbeknownst to him, had ruined you for anyone else in one single night. You blink stupidly up at your ceiling, and Seungcheol returns with a wet towel, his smile sheepish as he cleaned you up the best he could.
"I don't know if you're still rebounding, or dating, or what-" Seungcheol murmured, and your eyes met his, noticing the familiar pink dusting the tops of his ears as he tossed the dirty towel into your laundry basket. "But if I haven't made it clear enough, I'm an option. I want to be your option."
You blink, your heart skipping a beat at his admission, and your hand reaches for his. "Stay?"
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Synopsis: When you find yourself single after two years, your friends tell you the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You decide to take that advice, but will it just be that?
Warnings: mdni, 18+, f! reader, reader's ex cheated, verkwan, bff! Seungkwan, some humor, riding, sweetheart! DK, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), jock! Mingyu, oral (both m & f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, dumbification (squint you'll find it), Seungcheol big, loser!Cheol (brief mention), neighbor! Seungcheol, harbored feelings (Cheol), condoms for everyone, fingering, toys, masturbation (f. attempted), toy play, the walls are thin, squirting, size difference, Jun mentioned! etc
Genre: Smut, mdni. 18+
Pairings: DK x reader, Mingyu x reader, and Seungcheol x reader (all separate)
WC: 7.1K+
[requested] - heh unedited, oops
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
This was supposed to be a stupid rebound to get over your ex.
Your friends had said this was the way to get over someone who didn't deserve to be with you anyway, and it was honestly a blessing in disguise to see that text pop up on his phone. A simple, "can't wait to see you tonight xoxo." That was all it took for you to realize you had wasted two years with a man who wouldn't even eat you out.
Pathetic. Him, and you for staying for so long when you knew your heart wasn't in it. You don't even know why you really stayed; maybe just the familiar comfort of knowing he was there, that you settled for thinking that this was all you could have.
You felt nothing when your ex tried to plead with you that "it was not what it looks like!" as you pointed at your front door. You simply rolled your eyes at his pout and threatened to throw all of his belongings out on the street if he didn't go. You really didn't play around, and when you threw the first box of stuff out, he chased after it as you slammed the door behind him, locking it right after.
That was three weeks ago.
Three weeks of friends telling you, "You deserve better" and "To get over him, you need to get under someone else." But you never really thought you were a one-night stand type of person.
"No, you don't get it. One-night stands are the best!" Seungkwan declares while adding too much sugar to his iced americano. Your eyes flicker to his boyfriend, who's sitting next to him, and Vernon doesn't even bat an eye while his arm stays wrapped securely around Boo's waist. "No attachments, no mess or awkward small talk. You get what you're after, they get to nut, and then they lock the door on their way out to whatever Uber or taxi that waits to take them home. You probably don't even need to remember their first name!"
At that, your eyebrows raise even higher, and the incredulous snort you let out makes your eyes roll sarcastically. "Why does this feel like you're about to become my pimp?"
Seungkwan's eyes sparkle as his cheeks tint with color, and you're realizing every quickly that your friend was insane.
The first person Seungkwan pushes to you is someone from his marketing class. Dokyeom, or DK for short, is a ray of sunshine and flowers. Seungkwan tells you this would be considered you "dipping your toes in the water to feel the temperature before diving in", and you're briefly wondering if he's determined to make you a whore as he flips his phone to you so you can see a picture of DK that he sneakily took last week.
He ignores your narrowed eyes with a little wave of his hands. "Everyone deserves a 'ho phase.' Now be nice, DK's my partner until the end of the quarter, and he's actually a sweetheart."
Seungkwan is annoyingly right about DK. He's a sweetheart by default who arrives at your apartment door right at 7 pm on the dot. He's got a beautiful smile and a nervous shake in his hands when he hands you a bouquet with a little, "This is for you." He's the perfect gentleman who opens every door for you as you two go on a date at this cute ice cream shop, and he actually asks you questions about yourself and listens. You're not nervous the entire time you spend with him, and you're pretty sure that's why you do what Seungkwan says and "dip your toes in the water." Your best friend is insane.
When DK walks you back to your apartment door, you don't allow yourself to hesitate when asking him if he would like to join you for a nightcap. Your hand grabs his while leading him inside your apartment, and it's you who ends up making the first move to kiss.
You don't know when you last kissed someone who wasn't your ex, and the feeling is foreign but refreshing. Dokyeom's hands settle on your hips, and your lips deepen the kiss until you hear a little hitch in his breath. The sound alone builds a soft heat in your lower stomach, and you realize belatedly that you would like to hear it again.
Your ex was quiet, boring, and vanilla when it came to sex. There was hardly any foreplay unless it was you giving him head, and it was like it was a chore that ended once he got to nut - so when you feel Dokyeom shiver as your fingers twist in his hair, you're feeling pleasantly warm all over. This, this is what you were missing.
Both of you barely separate from the kiss as you two stumble backwards to your living room, and you're already eagerly pawing at his clothes while your tongue licks over his, determined to hear what other noises he can make for you. You can barely register that the noises were words that he was saying until you're chasing after his lips when he pulls back a little to catch his breath. "Are you sure?"
Fuck, Dokyeom is such a sweetheart, and you're only able to nod in response before pushing him back onto your couch as you straddle his lap shortly after. "Yeah, m'sure." You murmur, and your lips find his again while his hardening cock presses up against your panty-covered pussy just right.
You take your time just to kiss him while rolling your hips forward, rocking against his hard cock, until your mind is dizzy and Dokyeom's eyes are swirling with need. It doesn't take long before he's helping you shove his jeans down low enough to free his aching cock, and only then do you sit back to take a moment.
Dokyeom looks so pretty with disheveled hair, glossy eyes, and kiss-bitten lips. His cock is long and flushed at the tip, and even though it doesn't have a lot of girth, your cunt still drools at the prospect of it filling you in a few minutes.
"Do you have-" Your hand is reaching for his cock before you can finish your sentence, and when your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking him from the base to the tip, Dokyeom lets out a small hiccuped whine from the back of his throat. His head lolls back, and his hooded eyes stare up at you dizzily before he understands what you're asking.
"Oh! Yeah, let me uh," he's fumbling to reach into his front pocket, his cheeks flushed as he pulls his wallet out and slips out a shiny foil wrapper. He opens it with ease, taking the condom out just as you swipe your thumb over his tip, and the action nearly makes him drop the rubber. When he finally rolls it down his length with a sheepish smile, your pussy throbs with anticipation.
With one hand, Dokyeom holds your waist as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance; his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as you pull your panties to the side, and when you lower yourself until the tip of his cock breaches past your first set of gummy rings, you think: finally.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and even though technically Dokyeom's actually the one under you, you feel like this is your first step in moving forward. Your gummy walls pulsate, sucking Dokyeom's cock deeper inside, and you watch with fascination as his jaw drops in pleasure. The moment your ass meets his thighs, and the tip of his cock kisses the back of your cunt in greeting, you're realizing just how lame your ex was. You don't even give Dokyeom a chance to grab your waist to anchor himself before you're leaning up on your knees and then sliding back down on his cock with a breathy moan.
Your hands rest on his chest, pushing him further back onto your couch, and you take over control, setting a pace that makes you squeeze around his shaft each time you take him to the hilt. At this point, if you're being honest, you're taking what you want and riding Dokyeom with a mean swirl to your hips, chasing after something you don't know. The feelings you had ignored in favor of saying "you're fine" and "didn't care that you wasted two years on someone" come to the surface, ugly and gnawing at your chest, and you use the negative emotions to bounce faster, your eyes closing to fight back the heat behind your eyelids.
You don't want to think about it; you don't want to think.
Instead, you focus on the way Dokyeom's groaning underneath you, the way his thighs flex under your ass, and the way his fingers dig into your waist to help your movements. Your thighs burn with exertion, but your pace never falters because you can feel him twitching inside you, and you know he's close, and it makes you double your efforts.
You figure the moment he cums, you can give him a sweet kiss in thanks, send him on his way, and finish yourself off alone with your vibrator. That's usually how you had to do it with your ex, and so old habits die hard for you as you swirl your hips, nudging Dokyeom closer to the edge with needy moans and praise.
But what you forget is that Dokyeom's not your ex. That this is a new era for you, and that moment comes to you when Dokyeom moves one of his hands off your waist to press his thumb to your sensitive clit.
Your eyes fly open and catch his with surprise as he gives you a fucked-out smile in response. He presses more firmly into your bundle of nerves as your hips stutter, and when he starts stroking the puffy nub at a fast pace, you choke on your cry as your knees tighten around his hips. "That's it, cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart."
You never thought hearing those words would trigger you, but it does, and it should be embarrassing that you're shocked when you cum just like he asks. You don't have time to warn him as your hips buck wildly, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he takes over for you. He never lets up, bouncing you on his lap as he rubs your clit. He makes you tremble, fucking you through your high, before he finds his orgasm once you slump into him.
He keeps you seated on his lap, holding you close while his balls twitch against your ass. He spills into the condom with a low groan, and you're kissing him again sloppily. You kiss him in thanks, still in shock as something cracks open in your chest. And Seungkwan is again, annoyingly right, because not even an hour later, you feel a little lighter, a little happier as you wave goodbye to DK. You don't feel guilty as you watch him hop into his taxi to go home, and you're already excited to be in your single era as you crawl into bed satisfied, ready to take back the light you didn't know was dimmed until now.
You don't tell Seungkwan he's right about rebounds. You also don't tell him you saved Dokyeom's number in your phone in case of emergencies. You know one-night stands are usually just for one night, but you've also never orgasmed on a cock that wasn't a dildo, so you figure if desperate times come, at least you had someone to ring for a booty call.
"You're really not going to tell me anything?" Seungkwan scoffs as you sit cross-legged on the floor of his apartment. You're eyeing the seven letters in front of you, ignoring Seungkwan's pout as you try to think of the next word you want to spell out on the Scrabble board sitting on the coffee table.
You, him, and Vernon are in the first round of Scrabble, and you're currently winning. "You're just trying to distract me; it's not my fault you're in last place."
Boo pouts again and looks to his boyfriend for comfort, but Vernon nods in agreement with you, making Seungkwan grumble, sulking. "I tried asking DK, but he wouldn't say anything. Something about not kissing and telling." Seungkwan's eyes narrow on you, assessing as you put down letters to spell joker, and Vernon dutifully writes on a notepad how many points you tallied from it. "So, I know you at least kissed him, but how am I supposed to be a good friend if you don't give me anything to go off of?"
Vernon adds to a word already on the board, and suddenly flap turned into flapjack.
Seungkwan lets out an exasperated sigh and throws down his letter carelessly - he knows he's going to lose against you or his boyfriend, so he uses the 'k' vertically to spell kite. "Can you at least tell me you're still open to jump back into the dating pool?"
At this, you look at Seungkwan and nod your head. It's a simple confirmation, but it gets your friend from slumping forward to sitting up straight again. He claps his hands in triumph, already having ten different people flash across his mind before Vernon speaks up.
"I know a guy, really great, if you're interested."
He doesn't say it needs to be a hookup, just if you want a nice date; he knows a guy, and again, you wonder if your friends think you have no game.
The guy Vernon knows happens to be one of the most popular guys on campus.
Mingyu was the golden boy; he got along with everyone, students, staff- he was a sweetheart. He volunteered in his free time, was top ten in his classes, and was part of the rugby team. In all purposes and tenses, he was perfect.
He was also a walking contradiction.
Mingyu was a big man, buff with muscles, lethal with charming looks, and flinching with a sheepish grin as he dropped the spoon he was holding accidentally into your kitchen sink. If anyone told you that Mingyu would be in your kitchen on a Friday night, wearing your pink apron, and making you cupcakes, you would have laughed in their face - but here you were.
You sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter, watching with a raised eyebrow as Mingyu used your kitchen like he'd been here for years. You had figured when he texted you earlier in the week asking you out, he'd take you to a frat party or invite you to a game, but you were pleasantly surprised that he'd kept it so intimate.
"Are you sure I can't help?" You asked, and Mingyu flashed you a smile, shaking his head.
"No, they're almost done. About fifteen minutes to cool, and then we need to add frosting." You watch as Mingyu takes off the pink apron, hanging it up where he found it before he pulls you closer to him by your chair. The action makes your head a little foggy, and you blink up at Mingyu to clear your thoughts as he leans his hip against the counter. "Did I tell you you're beautiful?" He pairs the compliment with a brush of his hand over your thigh, and you can't help but wonder when the last time you heard a compliment like that was. It feels good, and you can feel your fingers tighten on the armrest of your chair.
"Mm, and does that line work on everyone you try it on?" You tease. You're happy when Mingyu gives you a playful smile, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't move his hand off your thigh, warming it with a stroke of his fingers instead.
"You tell me." Those three little words make you remember the fun of flirting, and you wonder what Vernon told Mingyu about you - if Mingyu knows there are no expectations, that you're figuring everything out on a whim.
Speaking of a whim - your eyes flicker down to Mingyu's lips; you think about your ex, about DK, and then you're thinking fuck it, and you pull Mingyu in by his shirt. When Mingyu's lips crash into yours, he doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, coaxing you to melt into him with a low groan.
The cupcakes are completely forgotten the moment Mingyu lifts you with ease, and you're moaning at the strength he has to pick you up like it's nothing. He sets you on top of your kitchen counter, taking his place between your legs, and works a trail of kisses down your neck just as he pulls your ass onto the edge of the countertop so you can feel his cock straining in his jeans for you.
The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against you has you gasping with flushed cheeks, and you don't think you could get more turned on until he's sinking onto his knees. The big 6"2 man dares to flip your skirt up, his mouth panting over your soaked panties like you were actually the dessert for tonight, and you can't help but open your legs a little wider to give him better access. You need this, and before you can give yourself a chance to overthink it, you help Mingyu slide your panties down your legs, exposing your weeping cunt to him.
Mingyu groans like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and your legs shake a little as he places a kiss on your inner knee. He uses his large hands to hook your legs over his shoulders, and before he can get any closer, your nerves win over, and you stutter out a "you don't have to-" before you can stop yourself.
Fuck your ex. You cringe as the words settle over you both, and you catch Mingyu blink in confusion for a moment while his mouth is mere inches from where you want it most. Barely a minute passes before Mingyu lets out a soft laugh, his smile dazzling as he looks up at you. The tiled floor of your kitchen bites into his knees, but his grip on your thighs only gets tighter as he gives you a look. "Baby, I've wanted to since the minute Vernon gave me your number."
That's all the warning he gives you before his tongue laps up your sodden slit, gathering all your sweet slick on his taste buds and making both you and him moan in unison. You had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten out, and Mingyu drinks you like you're water, like he can't get enough, and you're left scrambling to hold onto anything you can as he shakes his head between your thighs, trying to reach deeper.
One of your hands clutches onto the back of his head, and the other holds onto the countertop as your mouth falls open. You can feel every suck, slurp, and lick of his tongue, and your eyes roll back when his nose drags over your clit at the same time.
Unabashedly, he pulls every moan out of you like you don't have a volume control, and it's dirty how it mixes with the obscenely wet noises his mouth makes when making out with your cunt. You don't get time to feel bad for your neighbors, the poor thin walls of your apartment doing absolutely nothing to muffle your noises, before you're bucking your hips and crying out as you orgasm.
Mingyu is amazing at letting you ride it out, letting you hold his head still as you roll your hips until you're sensitive to the touch, and then you're hazily kissing him back when he stands back up with a satisfied grin. You can taste yourself on his lips, and your cunt throbs blissfully as he pulls back to lick the rest of your slick that stains the lower half of his face with a hum.
He forces you to relax and catch your breath as he goes back to frosting the cupcakes like he didn't just make your legs feel like jello, and once they're finished, he doesn't stop you from returning the favor. He leans back against the counter while you pull his cock from his boxers. His jeans pool at his ankles, and your mouth swallows his cock until his lungs shake to breathe properly.
You suck, bobbing your head, taking him deeper, enjoying the way his thighs tremble under your hands while your tongue massages the veins on the underside of his shaft.
When he cums, you swallow it all, relishing the ache in your jaw as you both pant to catch your breath.
Mingyu leaves your apartment with a quick peck on your lips, and at least four cupcakes in a to-go box. It's honestly weird how easy it all is for you, watching Mingyu slip into a taxi as you wet your lips with your tongue. You're so lost in your thoughts you barely hear the door to your left opening up before your eyes lock onto warm brown ones.
Seungcheol's hair is wet like he just got out of the shower, and his cheeks darken almost immediately when you catch him stepping out of his apartment. You barely get a glimpse of the anime posters hung up on his living room wall before you tilt your head to look at him again.
Seungcheol has been your neighbor a little longer than you've dated your ex, and the moment you saw him, you knew he was a nerd; he wore anime t-shirts like they were going out of style, had a weekly DND game with a few of his friends at his apartment every Thursday night, and the whole time you knew him, not once did you ever see a girl go into his apartment. You were pretty sure his routine consisted of going to the gym and going to classes, and that was it. So seeing him in the hallway genuinely made you freeze.
A moment of silence lingered awkwardly, and passively you noted he looked good in those grey sweatpants before you gave him a friendly smile in greeting. "Would you like a cupcake?"
After Mingyu, your life gets a little busy. You pick up extra shifts at work, focus on your classes, and ignore Seungkwan's text about some guy named Jun. You try to keep yourself occupied, taking a moment to figure out how to be alone and remember what makes you happy as the semester comes to an end.
You see Seungcheol a lot more than you did before. Usually it's in passing, him heading out as you come home from work or when he picks up his mail and rides an elevator with you as you bring home groceries for yourself.
You learn he's just as nerdy as you thought he was. It seems Seungcheol can't help but blurt random facts at you when you find yourself alone with him. His special expertise is anything, really. He tells you about the migration of some sharks randomly when you step onto the elevator with him for the first time. He blurts it like he can't contain the information any longer, and you find it cute the way his ears burn red all the way down his neck.
You find out Seungcheol is studying mechanical engineering, and that his eyes light up when you ask him to tell you more about it. You won't admit that your eyes glaze over a little bit when he gets too technical, but you still really enjoy the way he speaks so passionately about it. You honestly find him really attractive for it, and maybe that's why when you come home late on Saturday night, you find yourself digging out your trusted and favorited dildo to let out some steam.
You don't even mean to think about your neighbor like that. You were just so exhausted and pent-up, and you didn't want to reach out to DK or Mingyu or whoever else Seungkwan was determined to pimp you out to; you just wanted to cum.
So that's what you tried to do. You took in slow breaths, closing your eyes and focusing on the hum of your vibrator as you slowly slid it down your stomach.
But your mind wouldn't shut off, bouncing between the last few classes you had before break started and the fact that your boss asked if you would come in early Wednesday. Not surprisingly, this doesn't make you relax, and your body fidgets as you dip the head of the vibrating dildo between your folds, teasing your clit for stimulation.
Your thighs shake from the stimulus, and you let out a sigh as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Your mind flashes to a smut scene you had read in a book the other day, and your legs spread open a little wider. Your mind flashes to DK, and a smile curves on your lips before moving on to Mingyu, imagining his head between your thighs. You can feel your stomach getting warmer at the thought, and the imaginary knot in your tummy twists as you swirl your dildo lower, collecting your arousal on the toy before rubbing it back up to your clit.
Your breaths grow deeper, and your head tilts back as the vibrating noises resonate through your bedroom. Your moans come out somewhat quieter, mixing in with the wet, slick noises of your pussy, and suddenly you're imagining deep brown eyes. A dimple smile of your neighbor appears in your head, and you imagine how he'd smile over you as he settles between your open thighs.
Your gasp comes out sharper at that, and you press your toy firmer against your bundle of nerves, his name falling from your lips louder than expected.
You think about how Seungcheol's blush probably spreads down to his chest when he's worked up, how he'd look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky yourself, and your pussy weeps for him. You wonder if you'd had to guide him to what makes you feel good, if he'd stutter from his lack of experience, and when you're just about to reach your climax, your ex's face flashes across your mind and your orgasm is gone within the second.
You groan in frustration, squeezing your legs together, and you truly contemplate buying an Etsy witch online to place a curse because this is unfair.
In anger, you swiftly turned the toy off, tossing it to the side where it stayed at the foot of your bed as you let out another groan. Fuck me.
And then the doorbell rang.
"I can't catch a break," you huffed and hastily tied a robe around yourself. You were naked underneath, and you didn't think as you stomped your way to your front door. "Yeah?" You asked, swinging the door open enough to reveal the same warm brown eyes that had you slicked between your thighs not too long ago.
Seungcheol stood before you as he did back when Mingyu left your place weeks ago. He was freshly showered, with water droplets slowly falling from the ends of his hair; they rolled down his neck and momentarily distracted you from the way he was looking at you, and you belatedly realized that your house robe hardly covered you.
Your robe falls just above your upper thighs, barely covering your ass, and if you leaned forward, you'd be giving him enough material for his spank bank to last him a good while. Fuck, you hope he can't smell the fact you almost used him to cum a few minutes ago. You shook the thought away and plastered a friendly, neighborly smile on your face as you greeted him. "Oh, is there something you need?"
You watched a little flush appear on his cheeks, his gaze flitting down your body, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes again. "I was, uh," Seungcheol's brain lags for a second, and you're able to see his pupils dilate as whatever he came over to tell you is quickly shoved away in favor of boldly stepping inside your apartment. Seungcheol's frame fills your doorway almost completely, and you're acutely aware of how his fingers twitch at his sides as he speaks up again. "The walls are thin."
What? Your brain struggles to process what it means before Seungcheol takes another step inside, but this time he makes sure the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the apartment with him. "I'm sorry?" Your voice comes out a little breathless, like the room knew something was going to happen, and your eyes flicker down to his plump lips distractedly.
Seungcheol's smile comes out a little amused, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he nods his head quietly. He takes another step, this time eliminating a lot of space between you two, and the heat that radiates from him warms you all the way down to your toes. "Yeah, did you know that?" He asks, and you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. "The walls are thin here, and that means I can hear you. Did you know we share a bedroom wall?"
Your stomach flutters when you realize what he's implying, and your cheeks burn with the answer. "Oh-"
Seungcheol's head tilts, and his smile shows the dimple you'd been missing as he hums. "I've had to listen to your ex leave you unsatisfied for two years. Then you had me listen to that first rebound; you didn't even leave your bedroom, just stayed right there in the living room." Your heart squeezes when he clicks his tongue with a scoff, shaking his head like he was scolding you. He had heard everything, and your thighs squeeze together for relief. "Then you were with that other guy, fuck the way you cried out; I had to take a shower with your pretty cries swirling in my head."
Oh, you're wet, dripping down your thighs as you listen to him, and your mind reels with the image of him in the shower, fucking his hand to the thought of you. You wonder if, when you had caught him outside as you watched Mingyu leave, he had gone outside on purpose to see you. The thought turns you on, and your breath hitches when his hands pull you in by the waist while his head lowers.
His lips ghost over yours, teasing you, and your eyelashes flutter as he murmurs, "When's it going to be my turn, hmm?"
That's all you need to hear before you're crashing your lips against his. You had thought Seungcheol would be shy, lacking in experience, but the way he lifted you, kissing you like it was his last, proved otherwise.
He doesn't need to pull away from the kiss to lead you into your bedroom; your layout is the mirrored version of his, and before you can process what was happening, he was already tossing you onto your bed. Your robe falls open from the movement, and Seungcheol gets the pretty view of you completely naked underneath him as he climbs onto the bed after you. "My final straw was when you cried out my name ten minutes ago." He hums, and his hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between them. "If you're going to say my name, Baby, I want a front row view. Better yet, let me do all the work."
He gives you another dazzling smile and a wink before he's kissing you again. He takes charge, coaxing your mouth open so he can explore with his tongue while his hands map out every curve of your body, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Your body reacts to his naturally, and your back arches as his hands squeeze your breasts earnestly, pinching your nipples with enough pressure to make your hips buck up into his.
"You're so sensitive, aren't ya-" His lips skim down your neck, trailing lower until his lips suck one of your nipples into his warm mouth, and it makes your pussy weep in delight. You feel his tongue swirl, wetting your breast with his saliva as he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment as one of his hands slides down to grab under your knee. He lifts it to give him more room to move, and his hips roll to grind his hard cock against your cunt, creating a delicious friction between the fabric of his sweats and your puffy clit. "I've waited for this for so long - mmph - wanted you since you moved in."
Your gasps become more frequent as he talks, scrambling your thoughts, and then his teeth bite into the swell of your breast hard enough to leave a mark, and your cunt squeezes around nothing pathetically. "Cheol! Oh fuck," your jaw drops, and Seungcheol's diligently making a path down your body, keeping your legs open with his broad shoulders.
You briefly wonder why it took you this long to see Seungcheol was right in front of you. You had always had a liking towards him, and you can't help but think of all the time you wasted. How you got it all wrong, about your ex, about what you deserve, about what was right in front of you. Your heart squeezes, and Seungcheol's fingers pinch under your thigh to get your attention back on him. "Don't do that. Don't run off into your head; focus on me. I want your eyes on me."
And he means that. His eyes stare into yours as he spreads your wet folds apart, and his breath fans over your sensitive cunt as he makes sure you're watching. When his tongue flattens over your pretty pussy, you know you're in trouble because he groans like you're the sweetest thing, and it makes him dive in deeper, dragging his tongue all the way up to your clit with another low groan.
He swirls the little nub with messy circles, sucking on it until you twist your fingers in his hair and he eats you out like it's more for him than it's for you. His pupils dilate, and his fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he laps, sucks, and slurps your sweet slick with fervor. He makes a mess out of you, focusing on your clit until your thighs are squeezing his head in mercy.
When he has you dripping with your arousal, the tip of his tongue flicks your clit while his fingers sink into your entrance with ease. You take two of his fingers with hardly any resistance, and the stretch of his digits has your tummy flip as he curls them up, searching for the one spot that'll make you see white.
He knows he's found it when your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open stupidly. Your legs try to close as his fingertips rub into it, hitting it with each thrust of his hand, and it's too much when he adds another finger. The knot in your stomach twists with each jab, and he's watching your tongue stick out like those hentais he liked to watch as he sucks on your clit at the same time.
You've never felt this type of heat in your stomach before, and you don't think as you try to push him off of you. "Wait- wait, I think I have to pee." You cry out, and your cheeks flush as he keeps you pinned with one hand, working you over faster. He's seen this scene before, where the girl says that, and if he's right, he knows he shouldn't stop.
And he proves it as your eyes cross and your body locks up suddenly while you gurgle out a long whine. Your pussy slurps his fingers in pulses as you gush, spraying like a little geyser as he fucks you through it without slowing down.
Your slick comes in waves as he leans back, watching you soak his hand and the bed underneath you with a cocky smirk, and you even squirt up onto his t-shirt, clutching onto his arm as your hips twitch. It's the hottest thing he's ever gotten to witness; it's way better than the porn he's masturbated to, and he doesn't waste time tossing his shirt over his head and shoving his sweatpants down right after he's fucked you through your first orgasm.
You're still trembling when Seungcheol manhandles your legs up to your chest, and your vision is too blurry to realize he's naked. His cock is hard, red at the tip, and throbbing with need. Precum dribbles from the head of his cock, dripping onto your tummy as he leans over you and waits until your eyes focus on him when he gives you another smile.
"I knew you were a messy baby, squirted all over. You did so good for me, but I'm going to need you to do it again, okay?"
Your ears ring, and you must be dumb because what does he mean? You didn't squirt? You don't know how to. But you can feel your slick dripping down your ass, and the bedsheets are sticking to your skin, and your eyes blink up at Seungcheol in astonishment.
He fucking made you squirt.
Your pussy flutters, and Seungcheol's leaning over you again while reaching for his discarded sweats. He pulls a condom from one of the pockets, tearing it open before rolling the rubber down his thick shaft. You feel delirious and almost want to tell him to leave it off, but you know it's your brain all foggy from your last orgasm. Maybe next time.
When Seungcheol sits back on his knees, he's got your legs spread open and his cock heavy in his hand as he drags it up your sodden slit. "You're so pretty," he murmurs, and you're feeling the pressure of his cock before it's sinking into you. Your puffy folds part for his rotund tip, and he makes your gummy walls stretch deliciously to take the first few inches inside your warm cunt before he eases back and then in again.
He's big. Not just in length, but girth as well, and the heaviness of him has you clawing to hold onto something. Your nails scratch into your bedsheets, holding onto them as he raises your ass off the bed, using gravity to plug you to the base of his cock in one full swoop. When his hips meet your ass, you feel like he's in your lungs, and it must be true because all the air leaves from your lips in a wrecked moan.
All your thoughts disappear from your pretty head, and your pussy flutters around his length, trying to get used to the stretch while he leans down to kiss your breasts again. He doesn't move until you're twitching underneath him, squeezing him like you wanted him deeper, and he's more than happy to give you what you want.
The first slam of his hips rocks you and the bed, and your moans get punched out of you as the head of his cock knocks into your cervix with a heavy thump. Seungcheol is all you can see, all you can feel, and your brain turns off as a familiar buzzing resonates through the air. Your dildo, once forgotten at the foot of your bed, appears in your eyesight, dangling from Seungcheol's left hand, and your pussy squelches obscenely as he bottoms out again.
"Was this what you were using when you were thinking of me?" Seungcheol asks, and your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You watch as he teases the vibrating dildo across your stomach, making your breath hitch as he continues to grind into you with a mean precision. But then he's leaning back on his knees, keeping your ass in his lap and off the bed, as he brings the toy lower.
You're going to be ruined.
"Cheol- ah, please-" You're not sure what you're pleading for, but Seungcheol's eyes are hooded, swirling with hunger, and the moment he dips your dildo past your puffy folds to kiss your sensitive clit, you're putty in his hands. The vibrations make your whole body twitch, and your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol's cock, milking him for more as your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. "Oh fuck!"
Seungcheol coos in wonderment, taking in the way your back arches and his cock jumps inside you, threatening to end this all right now from how gorgeous you look underneath him - but Seungcheol's waited too long for this, so he presses the toy more firmly, circling your clitoris while he rocks shallowly inside your sweet pussy. You feel like heaven, and he's determined to make you cum again before he does.
And thankfully, it's not that hard to get you there.
After your first intense orgasm, you're unbelievably wet, soaking his condom covered cock in your juices, and making each rock of his hips easier than the last. It's lewd the way your pussy squelches with each tap his tip knocks into your g-spot like it's nothing, and you unravel within minutes. Your jaw drops wide open as you hold onto his wrist; he's been keeping the toy consistently buzzing on your pretty pussy, bringing you closer to the edge faster than ever before.
You cum silently. Your breath leaves your lungs with a sharp gasp, and your body tenses as he watches your eyes roll back as you squirt for the second time. Your legs shake as you fall apart underneath him, and Seungcheol cums shortly after you do - groaning lowly as his cock fills the condom up with his warm seed.
When he finally slips from between your legs, you watch him disappear into your bathroom, and you're left reeling from what just happened. Seungcheol had not only been the opposite of what you had thought he'd be, but then, unbeknownst to him, had ruined you for anyone else in one single night. You blink stupidly up at your ceiling, and Seungcheol returns with a wet towel, his smile sheepish as he cleaned you up the best he could.
"I don't know if you're still rebounding, or dating, or what-" Seungcheol murmured, and your eyes met his, noticing the familiar pink dusting the tops of his ears as he tossed the dirty towel into your laundry basket. "But if I haven't made it clear enough, I'm an option. I want to be your option."
You blink, your heart skipping a beat at his admission, and your hand reaches for his. "Stay?"
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i saw your post about you wanting to write anal and then my eyes twitched to the coups in ur dn and my mind went straight to like face sitting with cheol & he starts to just slowly slip a few fingers in the other hole while getting crazyyyyy pussy drunk
seungcheol is drunk.
he hasn’t had a sip of alcohol, but he’s intoxicated out of his mind. pupils blown, room spinning, mind fuzzy.
your thighs tremble as you straddle his face. you claw at the pillows of the sofa for some kind of purchase as your boyfriend makes a meal out of your cunt. it’s like the second a drop of your taste lands on his tongue he becomes a distant version of himself—something more wild, more animal, and his inhibitions go down the drain.
“oh my god, cheol,” you sigh, head tipping backwards as your boyfriend’s tongue laps at your pussy. he’s shameless; slurping, smacking his lips, dragging his tongue all through your folds, circling your clit with the tip of it. you feel it prodding at your sticky, dripping opening, dipping in and out, greedy for more, more, more.
he has one hand grasping your thigh and the other squeezing at your ass, his grip strong as he locks you in place against his mouth lest you squirm away from him. accepting your fate, you rock your hips back and forth, riding his face as whimpers of his name stream from your lips.
your whimpers morph into moans when a fingertip of his dips down to your pussy to gather up some slick before he pushes it past the rim of your asshole and buries it all the way to his knuckle.
“f-fuck, cheol!” you squeal, your brain full of cotton as he pushes his finger in and out of you—pets at your insides while devouring your cunt with his mouth.
it doesn’t help that he’s moaning, too. deep, grumbling sounds of utter fucking gluttony from the way you soak his tongue and clench around his finger. he needs to make you cum. it won’t take much at this point.
a few rough thrusts of his finger in your ass and some wet swipes of his tongue at your clit and you’re crying his name, gushing arousal over his face until you’ve made a mess, and it’s only when you’re boneless and leaning against the sofa that seungcheol detaches from you and gathers you in his arms to coo praises at you.
need more of loser!cheol please, imagine he making you squirt for the first time, the biggest need made what your ex boyfriends and one night stands never did, so fucking delicious
LMAO, so I may have taken an inch and run a mile- but I have a little bit of loser! Cheol, I definitely have squirting, and it may have turned out to be 7.1k+ words 😅
I appreciate your patience, and I thank you for enjoying my random loser! Cheol content I've created. I hope to write more of him, heh 😏
Synopsis: When you find yourself single after two years, your friends tell you the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You decide to take that advice, but will it just be that?
Warnings: mdni, 18+, f! reader, reader's ex cheated, verkwan, bff! Seungkwan, some humor, riding, sweetheart! DK, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), jock! Mingyu, oral (both m & f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, dumbification (squint you'll find it), Seungcheol big, loser!Cheol (brief mention), neighbor! Seungcheol, harbored feelings (Cheol), condoms for everyone, fingering, toys, masturbation (f. attempted), toy play, the walls are thin, squirting, size difference, Jun mentioned! etc
Genre: Smut, mdni. 18+
Pairings: DK x reader, Mingyu x reader, and Seungcheol x reader (all separate)
WC: 7.1K+
[requested] - heh unedited, oops
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
This was supposed to be a stupid rebound to get over your ex.
Your friends had said this was the way to get over someone who didn't deserve to be with you anyway, and it was honestly a blessing in disguise to see that text pop up on his phone. A simple, "can't wait to see you tonight xoxo." That was all it took for you to realize you had wasted two years with a man who wouldn't even eat you out.
Pathetic. Him, and you for staying for so long when you knew your heart wasn't in it. You don't even know why you really stayed; maybe just the familiar comfort of knowing he was there, that you settled for thinking that this was all you could have.
You felt nothing when your ex tried to plead with you that "it was not what it looks like!" as you pointed at your front door. You simply rolled your eyes at his pout and threatened to throw all of his belongings out on the street if he didn't go. You really didn't play around, and when you threw the first box of stuff out, he chased after it as you slammed the door behind him, locking it right after.
That was three weeks ago.
Three weeks of friends telling you, "You deserve better" and "To get over him, you need to get under someone else." But you never really thought you were a one-night stand type of person.
"No, you don't get it. One-night stands are the best!" Seungkwan declares while adding too much sugar to his iced americano. Your eyes flicker to his boyfriend, who's sitting next to him, and Vernon doesn't even bat an eye while his arm stays wrapped securely around Boo's waist. "No attachments, no mess or awkward small talk. You get what you're after, they get to nut, and then they lock the door on their way out to whatever Uber or taxi that waits to take them home. You probably don't even need to remember their first name!"
At that, your eyebrows raise even higher, and the incredulous snort you let out makes your eyes roll sarcastically. "Why does this feel like you're about to become my pimp?"
Seungkwan's eyes sparkle as his cheeks tint with color, and you're realizing every quickly that your friend was insane.
The first person Seungkwan pushes to you is someone from his marketing class. Dokyeom, or DK for short, is a ray of sunshine and flowers. Seungkwan tells you this would be considered you "dipping your toes in the water to feel the temperature before diving in", and you're briefly wondering if he's determined to make you a whore as he flips his phone to you so you can see a picture of DK that he sneakily took last week.
He ignores your narrowed eyes with a little wave of his hands. "Everyone deserves a 'ho phase.' Now be nice, DK's my partner until the end of the quarter, and he's actually a sweetheart."
Seungkwan is annoyingly right about DK. He's a sweetheart by default who arrives at your apartment door right at 7 pm on the dot. He's got a beautiful smile and a nervous shake in his hands when he hands you a bouquet with a little, "This is for you." He's the perfect gentleman who opens every door for you as you two go on a date at this cute ice cream shop, and he actually asks you questions about yourself and listens. You're not nervous the entire time you spend with him, and you're pretty sure that's why you do what Seungkwan says and "dip your toes in the water." Your best friend is insane.
When DK walks you back to your apartment door, you don't allow yourself to hesitate when asking him if he would like to join you for a nightcap. Your hand grabs his while leading him inside your apartment, and it's you who ends up making the first move to kiss.
You don't know when you last kissed someone who wasn't your ex, and the feeling is foreign but refreshing. Dokyeom's hands settle on your hips, and your lips deepen the kiss until you hear a little hitch in his breath. The sound alone builds a soft heat in your lower stomach, and you realize belatedly that you would like to hear it again.
Your ex was quiet, boring, and vanilla when it came to sex. There was hardly any foreplay unless it was you giving him head, and it was like it was a chore that ended once he got to nut - so when you feel Dokyeom shiver as your fingers twist in his hair, you're feeling pleasantly warm all over. This, this is what you were missing.
Both of you barely separate from the kiss as you two stumble backwards to your living room, and you're already eagerly pawing at his clothes while your tongue licks over his, determined to hear what other noises he can make for you. You can barely register that the noises were words that he was saying until you're chasing after his lips when he pulls back a little to catch his breath. "Are you sure?"
Fuck, Dokyeom is such a sweetheart, and you're only able to nod in response before pushing him back onto your couch as you straddle his lap shortly after. "Yeah, m'sure." You murmur, and your lips find his again while his hardening cock presses up against your panty-covered pussy just right.
You take your time just to kiss him while rolling your hips forward, rocking against his hard cock, until your mind is dizzy and Dokyeom's eyes are swirling with need. It doesn't take long before he's helping you shove his jeans down low enough to free his aching cock, and only then do you sit back to take a moment.
Dokyeom looks so pretty with disheveled hair, glossy eyes, and kiss-bitten lips. His cock is long and flushed at the tip, and even though it doesn't have a lot of girth, your cunt still drools at the prospect of it filling you in a few minutes.
"Do you have-" Your hand is reaching for his cock before you can finish your sentence, and when your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking him from the base to the tip, Dokyeom lets out a small hiccuped whine from the back of his throat. His head lolls back, and his hooded eyes stare up at you dizzily before he understands what you're asking.
"Oh! Yeah, let me uh," he's fumbling to reach into his front pocket, his cheeks flushed as he pulls his wallet out and slips out a shiny foil wrapper. He opens it with ease, taking the condom out just as you swipe your thumb over his tip, and the action nearly makes him drop the rubber. When he finally rolls it down his length with a sheepish smile, your pussy throbs with anticipation.
With one hand, Dokyeom holds your waist as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance; his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as you pull your panties to the side, and when you lower yourself until the tip of his cock breaches past your first set of gummy rings, you think: finally.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and even though technically Dokyeom's actually the one under you, you feel like this is your first step in moving forward. Your gummy walls pulsate, sucking Dokyeom's cock deeper inside, and you watch with fascination as his jaw drops in pleasure. The moment your ass meets his thighs, and the tip of his cock kisses the back of your cunt in greeting, you're realizing just how lame your ex was. You don't even give Dokyeom a chance to grab your waist to anchor himself before you're leaning up on your knees and then sliding back down on his cock with a breathy moan.
Your hands rest on his chest, pushing him further back onto your couch, and you take over control, setting a pace that makes you squeeze around his shaft each time you take him to the hilt. At this point, if you're being honest, you're taking what you want and riding Dokyeom with a mean swirl to your hips, chasing after something you don't know. The feelings you had ignored in favor of saying "you're fine" and "didn't care that you wasted two years on someone" come to the surface, ugly and gnawing at your chest, and you use the negative emotions to bounce faster, your eyes closing to fight back the heat behind your eyelids.
You don't want to think about it; you don't want to think.
Instead, you focus on the way Dokyeom's groaning underneath you, the way his thighs flex under your ass, and the way his fingers dig into your waist to help your movements. Your thighs burn with exertion, but your pace never falters because you can feel him twitching inside you, and you know he's close, and it makes you double your efforts.
You figure the moment he cums, you can give him a sweet kiss in thanks, send him on his way, and finish yourself off alone with your vibrator. That's usually how you had to do it with your ex, and so old habits die hard for you as you swirl your hips, nudging Dokyeom closer to the edge with needy moans and praise.
But what you forget is that Dokyeom's not your ex. That this is a new era for you, and that moment comes to you when Dokyeom moves one of his hands off your waist to press his thumb to your sensitive clit.
Your eyes fly open and catch his with surprise as he gives you a fucked-out smile in response. He presses more firmly into your bundle of nerves as your hips stutter, and when he starts stroking the puffy nub at a fast pace, you choke on your cry as your knees tighten around his hips. "That's it, cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart."
You never thought hearing those words would trigger you, but it does, and it should be embarrassing that you're shocked when you cum just like he asks. You don't have time to warn him as your hips buck wildly, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he takes over for you. He never lets up, bouncing you on his lap as he rubs your clit. He makes you tremble, fucking you through your high, before he finds his orgasm once you slump into him.
He keeps you seated on his lap, holding you close while his balls twitch against your ass. He spills into the condom with a low groan, and you're kissing him again sloppily. You kiss him in thanks, still in shock as something cracks open in your chest. And Seungkwan is again, annoyingly right, because not even an hour later, you feel a little lighter, a little happier as you wave goodbye to DK. You don't feel guilty as you watch him hop into his taxi to go home, and you're already excited to be in your single era as you crawl into bed satisfied, ready to take back the light you didn't know was dimmed until now.
You don't tell Seungkwan he's right about rebounds. You also don't tell him you saved Dokyeom's number in your phone in case of emergencies. You know one-night stands are usually just for one night, but you've also never orgasmed on a cock that wasn't a dildo, so you figure if desperate times come, at least you had someone to ring for a booty call.
"You're really not going to tell me anything?" Seungkwan scoffs as you sit cross-legged on the floor of his apartment. You're eyeing the seven letters in front of you, ignoring Seungkwan's pout as you try to think of the next word you want to spell out on the Scrabble board sitting on the coffee table.
You, him, and Vernon are in the first round of Scrabble, and you're currently winning. "You're just trying to distract me; it's not my fault you're in last place."
Boo pouts again and looks to his boyfriend for comfort, but Vernon nods in agreement with you, making Seungkwan grumble, sulking. "I tried asking DK, but he wouldn't say anything. Something about not kissing and telling." Seungkwan's eyes narrow on you, assessing as you put down letters to spell joker, and Vernon dutifully writes on a notepad how many points you tallied from it. "So, I know you at least kissed him, but how am I supposed to be a good friend if you don't give me anything to go off of?"
Vernon adds to a word already on the board, and suddenly flap turned into flapjack.
Seungkwan lets out an exasperated sigh and throws down his letter carelessly - he knows he's going to lose against you or his boyfriend, so he uses the 'k' vertically to spell kite. "Can you at least tell me you're still open to jump back into the dating pool?"
At this, you look at Seungkwan and nod your head. It's a simple confirmation, but it gets your friend from slumping forward to sitting up straight again. He claps his hands in triumph, already having ten different people flash across his mind before Vernon speaks up.
"I know a guy, really great, if you're interested."
He doesn't say it needs to be a hookup, just if you want a nice date; he knows a guy, and again, you wonder if your friends think you have no game.
The guy Vernon knows happens to be one of the most popular guys on campus.
Mingyu was the golden boy; he got along with everyone, students, staff- he was a sweetheart. He volunteered in his free time, was top ten in his classes, and was part of the rugby team. In all purposes and tenses, he was perfect.
He was also a walking contradiction.
Mingyu was a big man, buff with muscles, lethal with charming looks, and flinching with a sheepish grin as he dropped the spoon he was holding accidentally into your kitchen sink. If anyone told you that Mingyu would be in your kitchen on a Friday night, wearing your pink apron, and making you cupcakes, you would have laughed in their face - but here you were.
You sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter, watching with a raised eyebrow as Mingyu used your kitchen like he'd been here for years. You had figured when he texted you earlier in the week asking you out, he'd take you to a frat party or invite you to a game, but you were pleasantly surprised that he'd kept it so intimate.
"Are you sure I can't help?" You asked, and Mingyu flashed you a smile, shaking his head.
"No, they're almost done. About fifteen minutes to cool, and then we need to add frosting." You watch as Mingyu takes off the pink apron, hanging it up where he found it before he pulls you closer to him by your chair. The action makes your head a little foggy, and you blink up at Mingyu to clear your thoughts as he leans his hip against the counter. "Did I tell you you're beautiful?" He pairs the compliment with a brush of his hand over your thigh, and you can't help but wonder when the last time you heard a compliment like that was. It feels good, and you can feel your fingers tighten on the armrest of your chair.
"Mm, and does that line work on everyone you try it on?" You tease. You're happy when Mingyu gives you a playful smile, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't move his hand off your thigh, warming it with a stroke of his fingers instead.
"You tell me." Those three little words make you remember the fun of flirting, and you wonder what Vernon told Mingyu about you - if Mingyu knows there are no expectations, that you're figuring everything out on a whim.
Speaking of a whim - your eyes flicker down to Mingyu's lips; you think about your ex, about DK, and then you're thinking fuck it, and you pull Mingyu in by his shirt. When Mingyu's lips crash into yours, he doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, coaxing you to melt into him with a low groan.
The cupcakes are completely forgotten the moment Mingyu lifts you with ease, and you're moaning at the strength he has to pick you up like it's nothing. He sets you on top of your kitchen counter, taking his place between your legs, and works a trail of kisses down your neck just as he pulls your ass onto the edge of the countertop so you can feel his cock straining in his jeans for you.
The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against you has you gasping with flushed cheeks, and you don't think you could get more turned on until he's sinking onto his knees. The big 6"2 man dares to flip your skirt up, his mouth panting over your soaked panties like you were actually the dessert for tonight, and you can't help but open your legs a little wider to give him better access. You need this, and before you can give yourself a chance to overthink it, you help Mingyu slide your panties down your legs, exposing your weeping cunt to him.
Mingyu groans like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and your legs shake a little as he places a kiss on your inner knee. He uses his large hands to hook your legs over his shoulders, and before he can get any closer, your nerves win over, and you stutter out a "you don't have to-" before you can stop yourself.
Fuck your ex. You cringe as the words settle over you both, and you catch Mingyu blink in confusion for a moment while his mouth is mere inches from where you want it most. Barely a minute passes before Mingyu lets out a soft laugh, his smile dazzling as he looks up at you. The tiled floor of your kitchen bites into his knees, but his grip on your thighs only gets tighter as he gives you a look. "Baby, I've wanted to since the minute Vernon gave me your number."
That's all the warning he gives you before his tongue laps up your sodden slit, gathering all your sweet slick on his taste buds and making both you and him moan in unison. You had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten out, and Mingyu drinks you like you're water, like he can't get enough, and you're left scrambling to hold onto anything you can as he shakes his head between your thighs, trying to reach deeper.
One of your hands clutches onto the back of his head, and the other holds onto the countertop as your mouth falls open. You can feel every suck, slurp, and lick of his tongue, and your eyes roll back when his nose drags over your clit at the same time.
Unabashedly, he pulls every moan out of you like you don't have a volume control, and it's dirty how it mixes with the obscenely wet noises his mouth makes when making out with your cunt. You don't get time to feel bad for your neighbors, the poor thin walls of your apartment doing absolutely nothing to muffle your noises, before you're bucking your hips and crying out as you orgasm.
Mingyu is amazing at letting you ride it out, letting you hold his head still as you roll your hips until you're sensitive to the touch, and then you're hazily kissing him back when he stands back up with a satisfied grin. You can taste yourself on his lips, and your cunt throbs blissfully as he pulls back to lick the rest of your slick that stains the lower half of his face with a hum.
He forces you to relax and catch your breath as he goes back to frosting the cupcakes like he didn't just make your legs feel like jello, and once they're finished, he doesn't stop you from returning the favor. He leans back against the counter while you pull his cock from his boxers. His jeans pool at his ankles, and your mouth swallows his cock until his lungs shake to breathe properly.
You suck, bobbing your head, taking him deeper, enjoying the way his thighs tremble under your hands while your tongue massages the veins on the underside of his shaft.
When he cums, you swallow it all, relishing the ache in your jaw as you both pant to catch your breath.
Mingyu leaves your apartment with a quick peck on your lips, and at least four cupcakes in a to-go box. It's honestly weird how easy it all is for you, watching Mingyu slip into a taxi as you wet your lips with your tongue. You're so lost in your thoughts you barely hear the door to your left opening up before your eyes lock onto warm brown ones.
Seungcheol's hair is wet like he just got out of the shower, and his cheeks darken almost immediately when you catch him stepping out of his apartment. You barely get a glimpse of the anime posters hung up on his living room wall before you tilt your head to look at him again.
Seungcheol has been your neighbor a little longer than you've dated your ex, and the moment you saw him, you knew he was a nerd; he wore anime t-shirts like they were going out of style, had a weekly DND game with a few of his friends at his apartment every Thursday night, and the whole time you knew him, not once did you ever see a girl go into his apartment. You were pretty sure his routine consisted of going to the gym and going to classes, and that was it. So seeing him in the hallway genuinely made you freeze.
A moment of silence lingered awkwardly, and passively you noted he looked good in those grey sweatpants before you gave him a friendly smile in greeting. "Would you like a cupcake?"
After Mingyu, your life gets a little busy. You pick up extra shifts at work, focus on your classes, and ignore Seungkwan's text about some guy named Jun. You try to keep yourself occupied, taking a moment to figure out how to be alone and remember what makes you happy as the semester comes to an end.
You see Seungcheol a lot more than you did before. Usually it's in passing, him heading out as you come home from work or when he picks up his mail and rides an elevator with you as you bring home groceries for yourself.
You learn he's just as nerdy as you thought he was. It seems Seungcheol can't help but blurt random facts at you when you find yourself alone with him. His special expertise is anything, really. He tells you about the migration of some sharks randomly when you step onto the elevator with him for the first time. He blurts it like he can't contain the information any longer, and you find it cute the way his ears burn red all the way down his neck.
You find out Seungcheol is studying mechanical engineering, and that his eyes light up when you ask him to tell you more about it. You won't admit that your eyes glaze over a little bit when he gets too technical, but you still really enjoy the way he speaks so passionately about it. You honestly find him really attractive for it, and maybe that's why when you come home late on Saturday night, you find yourself digging out your trusted and favorited dildo to let out some steam.
You don't even mean to think about your neighbor like that. You were just so exhausted and pent-up, and you didn't want to reach out to DK or Mingyu or whoever else Seungkwan was determined to pimp you out to; you just wanted to cum.
So that's what you tried to do. You took in slow breaths, closing your eyes and focusing on the hum of your vibrator as you slowly slid it down your stomach.
But your mind wouldn't shut off, bouncing between the last few classes you had before break started and the fact that your boss asked if you would come in early Wednesday. Not surprisingly, this doesn't make you relax, and your body fidgets as you dip the head of the vibrating dildo between your folds, teasing your clit for stimulation.
Your thighs shake from the stimulus, and you let out a sigh as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Your mind flashes to a smut scene you had read in a book the other day, and your legs spread open a little wider. Your mind flashes to DK, and a smile curves on your lips before moving on to Mingyu, imagining his head between your thighs. You can feel your stomach getting warmer at the thought, and the imaginary knot in your tummy twists as you swirl your dildo lower, collecting your arousal on the toy before rubbing it back up to your clit.
Your breaths grow deeper, and your head tilts back as the vibrating noises resonate through your bedroom. Your moans come out somewhat quieter, mixing in with the wet, slick noises of your pussy, and suddenly you're imagining deep brown eyes. A dimple smile of your neighbor appears in your head, and you imagine how he'd smile over you as he settles between your open thighs.
Your gasp comes out sharper at that, and you press your toy firmer against your bundle of nerves, his name falling from your lips louder than expected.
You think about how Seungcheol's blush probably spreads down to his chest when he's worked up, how he'd look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky yourself, and your pussy weeps for him. You wonder if you'd had to guide him to what makes you feel good, if he'd stutter from his lack of experience, and when you're just about to reach your climax, your ex's face flashes across your mind and your orgasm is gone within the second.
You groan in frustration, squeezing your legs together, and you truly contemplate buying an Etsy witch online to place a curse because this is unfair.
In anger, you swiftly turned the toy off, tossing it to the side where it stayed at the foot of your bed as you let out another groan. Fuck me.
And then the doorbell rang.
"I can't catch a break," you huffed and hastily tied a robe around yourself. You were naked underneath, and you didn't think as you stomped your way to your front door. "Yeah?" You asked, swinging the door open enough to reveal the same warm brown eyes that had you slicked between your thighs not too long ago.
Seungcheol stood before you as he did back when Mingyu left your place weeks ago. He was freshly showered, with water droplets slowly falling from the ends of his hair; they rolled down his neck and momentarily distracted you from the way he was looking at you, and you belatedly realized that your house robe hardly covered you.
Your robe falls just above your upper thighs, barely covering your ass, and if you leaned forward, you'd be giving him enough material for his spank bank to last him a good while. Fuck, you hope he can't smell the fact you almost used him to cum a few minutes ago. You shook the thought away and plastered a friendly, neighborly smile on your face as you greeted him. "Oh, is there something you need?"
You watched a little flush appear on his cheeks, his gaze flitting down your body, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes again. "I was, uh," Seungcheol's brain lags for a second, and you're able to see his pupils dilate as whatever he came over to tell you is quickly shoved away in favor of boldly stepping inside your apartment. Seungcheol's frame fills your doorway almost completely, and you're acutely aware of how his fingers twitch at his sides as he speaks up again. "The walls are thin."
What? Your brain struggles to process what it means before Seungcheol takes another step inside, but this time he makes sure the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the apartment with him. "I'm sorry?" Your voice comes out a little breathless, like the room knew something was going to happen, and your eyes flicker down to his plump lips distractedly.
Seungcheol's smile comes out a little amused, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he nods his head quietly. He takes another step, this time eliminating a lot of space between you two, and the heat that radiates from him warms you all the way down to your toes. "Yeah, did you know that?" He asks, and you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. "The walls are thin here, and that means I can hear you. Did you know we share a bedroom wall?"
Your stomach flutters when you realize what he's implying, and your cheeks burn with the answer. "Oh-"
Seungcheol's head tilts, and his smile shows the dimple you'd been missing as he hums. "I've had to listen to your ex leave you unsatisfied for two years. Then you had me listen to that first rebound; you didn't even leave your bedroom, just stayed right there in the living room." Your heart squeezes when he clicks his tongue with a scoff, shaking his head like he was scolding you. He had heard everything, and your thighs squeeze together for relief. "Then you were with that other guy, fuck the way you cried out; I had to take a shower with your pretty cries swirling in my head."
Oh, you're wet, dripping down your thighs as you listen to him, and your mind reels with the image of him in the shower, fucking his hand to the thought of you. You wonder if, when you had caught him outside as you watched Mingyu leave, he had gone outside on purpose to see you. The thought turns you on, and your breath hitches when his hands pull you in by the waist while his head lowers.
His lips ghost over yours, teasing you, and your eyelashes flutter as he murmurs, "When's it going to be my turn, hmm?"
That's all you need to hear before you're crashing your lips against his. You had thought Seungcheol would be shy, lacking in experience, but the way he lifted you, kissing you like it was his last, proved otherwise.
He doesn't need to pull away from the kiss to lead you into your bedroom; your layout is the mirrored version of his, and before you can process what was happening, he was already tossing you onto your bed. Your robe falls open from the movement, and Seungcheol gets the pretty view of you completely naked underneath him as he climbs onto the bed after you. "My final straw was when you cried out my name ten minutes ago." He hums, and his hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between them. "If you're going to say my name, Baby, I want a front row view. Better yet, let me do all the work."
He gives you another dazzling smile and a wink before he's kissing you again. He takes charge, coaxing your mouth open so he can explore with his tongue while his hands map out every curve of your body, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Your body reacts to his naturally, and your back arches as his hands squeeze your breasts earnestly, pinching your nipples with enough pressure to make your hips buck up into his.
"You're so sensitive, aren't ya-" His lips skim down your neck, trailing lower until his lips suck one of your nipples into his warm mouth, and it makes your pussy weep in delight. You feel his tongue swirl, wetting your breast with his saliva as he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment as one of his hands slides down to grab under your knee. He lifts it to give him more room to move, and his hips roll to grind his hard cock against your cunt, creating a delicious friction between the fabric of his sweats and your puffy clit. "I've waited for this for so long - mmph - wanted you since you moved in."
Your gasps become more frequent as he talks, scrambling your thoughts, and then his teeth bite into the swell of your breast hard enough to leave a mark, and your cunt squeezes around nothing pathetically. "Cheol! Oh fuck," your jaw drops, and Seungcheol's diligently making a path down your body, keeping your legs open with his broad shoulders.
You briefly wonder why it took you this long to see Seungcheol was right in front of you. You had always had a liking towards him, and you can't help but think of all the time you wasted. How you got it all wrong, about your ex, about what you deserve, about what was right in front of you. Your heart squeezes, and Seungcheol's fingers pinch under your thigh to get your attention back on him. "Don't do that. Don't run off into your head; focus on me. I want your eyes on me."
And he means that. His eyes stare into yours as he spreads your wet folds apart, and his breath fans over your sensitive cunt as he makes sure you're watching. When his tongue flattens over your pretty pussy, you know you're in trouble because he groans like you're the sweetest thing, and it makes him dive in deeper, dragging his tongue all the way up to your clit with another low groan.
He swirls the little nub with messy circles, sucking on it until you twist your fingers in his hair and he eats you out like it's more for him than it's for you. His pupils dilate, and his fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he laps, sucks, and slurps your sweet slick with fervor. He makes a mess out of you, focusing on your clit until your thighs are squeezing his head in mercy.
When he has you dripping with your arousal, the tip of his tongue flicks your clit while his fingers sink into your entrance with ease. You take two of his fingers with hardly any resistance, and the stretch of his digits has your tummy flip as he curls them up, searching for the one spot that'll make you see white.
He knows he's found it when your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open stupidly. Your legs try to close as his fingertips rub into it, hitting it with each thrust of his hand, and it's too much when he adds another finger. The knot in your stomach twists with each jab, and he's watching your tongue stick out like those hentais he liked to watch as he sucks on your clit at the same time.
You've never felt this type of heat in your stomach before, and you don't think as you try to push him off of you. "Wait- wait, I think I have to pee." You cry out, and your cheeks flush as he keeps you pinned with one hand, working you over faster. He's seen this scene before, where the girl says that, and if he's right, he knows he shouldn't stop.
And he proves it as your eyes cross and your body locks up suddenly while you gurgle out a long whine. Your pussy slurps his fingers in pulses as you gush, spraying like a little geyser as he fucks you through it without slowing down.
Your slick comes in waves as he leans back, watching you soak his hand and the bed underneath you with a cocky smirk, and you even squirt up onto his t-shirt, clutching onto his arm as your hips twitch. It's the hottest thing he's ever gotten to witness; it's way better than the porn he's masturbated to, and he doesn't waste time tossing his shirt over his head and shoving his sweatpants down right after he's fucked you through your first orgasm.
You're still trembling when Seungcheol manhandles your legs up to your chest, and your vision is too blurry to realize he's naked. His cock is hard, red at the tip, and throbbing with need. Precum dribbles from the head of his cock, dripping onto your tummy as he leans over you and waits until your eyes focus on him when he gives you another smile.
"I knew you were a messy baby, squirted all over. You did so good for me, but I'm going to need you to do it again, okay?"
Your ears ring, and you must be dumb because what does he mean? You didn't squirt? You don't know how to. But you can feel your slick dripping down your ass, and the bedsheets are sticking to your skin, and your eyes blink up at Seungcheol in astonishment.
He fucking made you squirt.
Your pussy flutters, and Seungcheol's leaning over you again while reaching for his discarded sweats. He pulls a condom from one of the pockets, tearing it open before rolling the rubber down his thick shaft. You feel delirious and almost want to tell him to leave it off, but you know it's your brain all foggy from your last orgasm. Maybe next time.
When Seungcheol sits back on his knees, he's got your legs spread open and his cock heavy in his hand as he drags it up your sodden slit. "You're so pretty," he murmurs, and you're feeling the pressure of his cock before it's sinking into you. Your puffy folds part for his rotund tip, and he makes your gummy walls stretch deliciously to take the first few inches inside your warm cunt before he eases back and then in again.
He's big. Not just in length, but girth as well, and the heaviness of him has you clawing to hold onto something. Your nails scratch into your bedsheets, holding onto them as he raises your ass off the bed, using gravity to plug you to the base of his cock in one full swoop. When his hips meet your ass, you feel like he's in your lungs, and it must be true because all the air leaves from your lips in a wrecked moan.
All your thoughts disappear from your pretty head, and your pussy flutters around his length, trying to get used to the stretch while he leans down to kiss your breasts again. He doesn't move until you're twitching underneath him, squeezing him like you wanted him deeper, and he's more than happy to give you what you want.
The first slam of his hips rocks you and the bed, and your moans get punched out of you as the head of his cock knocks into your cervix with a heavy thump. Seungcheol is all you can see, all you can feel, and your brain turns off as a familiar buzzing resonates through the air. Your dildo, once forgotten at the foot of your bed, appears in your eyesight, dangling from Seungcheol's left hand, and your pussy squelches obscenely as he bottoms out again.
"Was this what you were using when you were thinking of me?" Seungcheol asks, and your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You watch as he teases the vibrating dildo across your stomach, making your breath hitch as he continues to grind into you with a mean precision. But then he's leaning back on his knees, keeping your ass in his lap and off the bed, as he brings the toy lower.
You're going to be ruined.
"Cheol- ah, please-" You're not sure what you're pleading for, but Seungcheol's eyes are hooded, swirling with hunger, and the moment he dips your dildo past your puffy folds to kiss your sensitive clit, you're putty in his hands. The vibrations make your whole body twitch, and your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol's cock, milking him for more as your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. "Oh fuck!"
Seungcheol coos in wonderment, taking in the way your back arches and his cock jumps inside you, threatening to end this all right now from how gorgeous you look underneath him - but Seungcheol's waited too long for this, so he presses the toy more firmly, circling your clitoris while he rocks shallowly inside your sweet pussy. You feel like heaven, and he's determined to make you cum again before he does.
And thankfully, it's not that hard to get you there.
After your first intense orgasm, you're unbelievably wet, soaking his condom covered cock in your juices, and making each rock of his hips easier than the last. It's lewd the way your pussy squelches with each tap his tip knocks into your g-spot like it's nothing, and you unravel within minutes. Your jaw drops wide open as you hold onto his wrist; he's been keeping the toy consistently buzzing on your pretty pussy, bringing you closer to the edge faster than ever before.
You cum silently. Your breath leaves your lungs with a sharp gasp, and your body tenses as he watches your eyes roll back as you squirt for the second time. Your legs shake as you fall apart underneath him, and Seungcheol cums shortly after you do - groaning lowly as his cock fills the condom up with his warm seed.
When he finally slips from between your legs, you watch him disappear into your bathroom, and you're left reeling from what just happened. Seungcheol had not only been the opposite of what you had thought he'd be, but then, unbeknownst to him, had ruined you for anyone else in one single night. You blink stupidly up at your ceiling, and Seungcheol returns with a wet towel, his smile sheepish as he cleaned you up the best he could.
"I don't know if you're still rebounding, or dating, or what-" Seungcheol murmured, and your eyes met his, noticing the familiar pink dusting the tops of his ears as he tossed the dirty towel into your laundry basket. "But if I haven't made it clear enough, I'm an option. I want to be your option."
You blink, your heart skipping a beat at his admission, and your hand reaches for his. "Stay?"
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