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୨⎯ Clingy⎯୧
✎: idol bf!anton x fem!reader
wc — 200 ish
warnings & content — MDNI, fluff, established relationship, domestic bliss, soft hours, clingy boyfriend anton, pet names (baby, pretty baby, Toni)
note — I want a Toni too.
Just a small one that has been stuck on my drafts for a month.
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You come home exhausted. You've been out the whole day. All you can think about is how your boyfriend Anton is waiting for you at home—he already texted that he's waiting for you because he ordered takeout.
The moment you enter, Anton is up and ready, greeting you at the door.
"You're home!!" he says excitedly.
You smile up at him. He grabs your face in his hands and squeezes your cheeks. "My pretty baby."
Then he proceeds to peck you all over the face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your chin—and all you can do is giggle at the affection.
"You're so cuddly and cute today, Toni," you say, hugging his tall frame.
"It's 'cause I missed you, baby." He smiles and leans in for a kiss.
The kiss is slow, and you both smile into it.
"Let me go get dressed? And then we can eat?" you say.
You pull away and start walking toward the bedroom—but Anton attaches himself to your back and walks with you, literally glued to you.
You laugh and look back. "Baby, I'm only gonna go change clothes."
"Too far away. I'm going with you."
"So clingy." You kiss his jaw.
"You love it."
You really do.
୨⎯ Self-Control ⎯୧
✎: idol!shotaro x fem!reader
wc — 1.1k
warnings & content — MDNI, explicit sexual content, makeup room hookup, public/semi-public (locked door), boob man shotaro, cleavage staring, tension, power dynamics (switch), dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering, breast/nipple play, titjob, cum on chest/face, marking, slight aftercare, kissing.
note — #needthat #gottahavethat #onechance
First post after being gone for a month. Who cheered? Okay I hope this is good cause I haven’t written in weeks 😭 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Shotaro prides himself on being a respectful man. Really, he does. But sometimes, it's hard.
You make it hard.
Shotaro has encountered many hot women in his life, but there's something about you that makes it difficult for him to control himself.
It's roughly 6 AM, and Shotaro is sitting in the makeup chair. It's just you and him alone in the makeup room because only Shotaro has a schedule this early.
6 AM, and he's trying to fight for his life not to get hard in front of you.
Why? Because well… Shotaro is a boob man. And you're standing right in front of him in a low tank top, your chest practically at his eye level while you do his makeup.
Shotaro keeps looking down at his lap, desperately trying to avoid looking at your cleavage.
"Shotaro, I need you to look up. I can't do your makeup like this," you say, trying to nudge his head upward.
"Oh, sorry. Right." He looks up—only to be met with your chest again. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
That's when you notice. The small shifts of him trying to adjust. The way he keeps avoiding keeping his head up.
You smirk to yourself.
"I need you to open your eyes. I need to do your waterline."
He sighs and finally opens his eyes. He tries everything not to get worked up… but fails when you start getting closer to him.
You lean down to his ear. "You know… you can look. I don't mind." You smirk and pull away.
He visibly gulps. "What?"
"I know you're trying not to look, Sho. It's okay. I don't mind. It's not your fault they're right in front of you."
"I don't wanna be disrespectful," he says, looking into your eyes.
"What if I want you to?" You smirk down at him.
He gets up so he stands taller than you.
"You serious?" he asks, voice dangerously low.
You suddenly feel small. No longer in control. His stance has changed, and you give him a small nod.
"I need words, pretty girl. You had a lot to say two minutes ago."
"Yes. I'm serious."
He starts getting closer until you're trapped between the vanity and him.
"Good. 'Cause I've been waiting a long time to do this."
He kisses you.
You're taken by surprise but melt into it immediately. He grabs the back of your head and deepens the kiss. You whimper against his lips, and that's when he grabs you by the waist and hoists you onto the vanity.
He then puts his hand on your chest and squeezes softly, making you moan into the kiss.
“Shotaro… we’re in public.”
“I can lock the door, baby. No one can come in then.”
You nod, and before walking away he says, “Go lay down on the sofa.”
You obey his command while he locks the door.
When he turns back around, there you are on the couch, your shirt already off, leaving only your skirt and bra on display.
“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath.
He walks over to you slowly. “Lay down.”
You obey again, lying back against the sofa. Your skirt rides up slightly, giving him a glimpse of your soaked panties.
“Already this wet for me? I haven’t even started yet.”
You blush at his words.
“So cute,” he murmurs. “All red and ready for me.”
He leans down to kiss you again before trailing kisses down your neck. As he does, he reaches behind you and unhooks your bra.
“Fuck, look at them,” he groans softly. “Always wanted to see you like this… all pretty for me. Nipples hard the second I touch you.”
“Fuck, Sho… do something,” you whine, grinding your hips into the air impatiently.
He takes one nipple into his mouth while one of his hands moves down to your panties, rubbing circles over your clit through the fabric.
You moan loudly, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck, Taro… don’t stop.”
He gives your nipple one last flick with his tongue before lowering himself between your thighs.
He pushes your skirt up and kisses your core through your panties before finally pulling them down.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So wet for me, baby.”
He pushes one finger inside you, and at the same time attaches his mouth to your clit, teasing at first—licking and nibbling lightly.
“Don’t—fuck—don’t tease, please—”
He finally starts sucking properly on your clit while adding another finger, curling them slowly, searching for that spot he knows will ruin you.
When he finds it, you moan his name a little too loudly.
“You need to be quiet for me if you want me to continue, cutie,” he says against your skin. “Can’t have people trying to barge in, okay?”
You nod quickly, throwing your head back against the couch in pleasure.
He keeps going, fingers scissoring inside you while he switches between sucking and licking your clit.
“I’m cumming—fuck—Shotaro, keep going—”
The knot in your stomach tightens before finally snapping.
You release around his fingers with a shaky moan.
“Fuck… you taste delicious,” he murmurs before getting up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips.
You start to sit up.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“I wanna do something for you too.”
“I have another idea, cutie.”
You look at him, confused.
He unzips his pants and takes himself out. Your eyes immediately drop to him and you instinctively reach over, stroking him slowly. He throws his head back with a groan.
“Lay down, baby.”
You look confused again, but obey anyway.
He grabs both your hands and places them on your chest. “Hold them together,” he says softly. “And spit in my hand.”
You do as he says, and he uses it to stroke himself, mixing with the precum already leaking from him before sliding himself between your chest.
“Fuuuck… they feel so good.”
As he moves between them, he pinches one of your nipples again.
You moan and tilt your head back, pressing yourself together tighter for him.
“You look so pretty like this,” he groans. “Me fucking your tits… Bet you wanted to suck me too, huh? We’ll save that for another time. Let me enjoy this first.”
He keeps going, pace gradually getting faster.
“I’m gonna cum—fuck—where do you—”
“My chest and face—fuck—”
The second the words leave your mouth, he groans your name and releases all over your chest and face.
The two of you collapse onto the couch afterward, breathless.
He wipes your face gently before leaning in to kiss you again.
“We should probably get dressed,” you mumble. “I still need to finish your makeup.”
He smiles and nods. “Sure… but don’t think I’m done with you today,” he says with a smirk.
And honestly?
You have a feeling this is only the beginning of something very fun.
Hey everyone!! I will start updating soon!! I already have drafts!! Also can tell you guys that I have 3 RIIZE series in the works! One with Riize as mythical creatures, one with motogp content and the other one is a surprise!
Please send me requests, I have a lot of ideas to write but I also like to get out of my comfort zone once in a while! For Riize and ATEEZ for now!
Thank u for waiting for me to comeback! The updates might be slow cause im kinda of busy but i will try to update once every week!
Love you guys 🤍
Hi everyone. I just wanna say I will be taking a break from writing in general.
Thank you for all the support!
Love you guys.
୨⎯ Worship ⎯୧
✎: bf!anton x fem!reader
wc — 1.7k
content — established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, explicit sexual content, body image issues, family criticism, insecurities, crying, soft dom anton, praise kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, pet names (baby, love, Toni), protective boyfriend, emotional vulnerability, minors DNI!!!
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Going to lunch with your family is either the best or the worst time ever. Best? Because you're with people you haven't seen in a long time. The worst? Someone always has to make some type of comment about your appearance.
"You gained weight." "Honey, look at your eyebags—you need to sleep." "That skirt is not working out for you."
You've been dealing with these types of comments your whole life at these events. The worst part is that you never talk back because you always tell yourself they're just bitter people with nothing else to do in their lives, and you won't be affected by them. But the truth? You always come home, stand in front of the mirror, look at yourself, and start pointing out even more flaws.
You never mentioned this to your boyfriend, Anton. You've been dating for eight months and live together. He's met your parents but never the whole family. You're scared that if he hears these things, he'll start looking at what they're pointing out too. He does wonder why you never take him to these events, but he's never really asked—hoping that one day you'll invite him.
He hears you enter the apartment.
"Hey! You're home!" He gets up from the sofa, beaming at the sight of you.
You force a smile toward him while he helps you take off your jacket and bag and hangs them in the entryway.
"How was the lunch, baby?"
"It was normal. Same old. Everyone was the same," you try to sound cheery. "Toni, I'm just going to change clothes and I'll be with you in a minute, okay?"
"Sure, love. I'll look for a movie while you change." He kisses your cheek.
You go into your shared room and start changing. Soon you're down to just your undergarments, standing in front of the mirror, over-analyzing your body. You take a closer look and trace your tired eyebags, searching for every flaw they pointed out—and then some. You don't even notice the tear that slips down your cheek.
Anton glances at his phone and realizes you've been in the room for a while. You usually change pretty fast. So he gets up and heads toward the bedroom.
There you are. In front of the mirror. Crying.
He comes up behind you, places his hands on your hips, and gently turns you around. You were so focused on criticizing yourself that you didn't even hear him come in.
He cups your face in his hands and kisses your tears away. "What's going on, love? Talk to me."
"How do you even like me? When I look like this?" You look down at the floor.
Anton is taken aback. "What? Baby, where is this coming from?"
"I just feel ugly, Anton." You turn back to the mirror. "Look at me. I'm full of flaws." Another tear slips out.
"Okay, no. I won't allow you to say these things about yourself. Everyone has flaws and insecurities, but this isn't random. What happened at lunch?" He turns you around again, wiping the tears with his thumbs.
You forget that Anton can read you like an open book.
You take a shaky breath. "It's always the same thing, Toni. I go to these things and all I hear is criticism. 'Oh, that skirt doesn't work for you right now, you must have gained weight.' Or 'You need to invest in a new concealer, honey. You don't want your boyfriend seeing you with those eyebags.'"
He wipes your tears gently. "Baby… breathe. Look at me." He grabs your chin and makes you meet his eyes. "Those people are dumb. I'm sorry—I know they're your family—but they have no right to say those things to you."
He turns you around so you're facing the mirror again. "Look in the mirror, love."
You don't want to. You're afraid you'll just start crying all over again.
He lowers his head and whispers in your ear. "Please, baby? For me?" He nudges your chin upward with his finger.
You finally look.
"You know what I see?" he says softly, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection. "I see the gorgeous woman I fell in love with."
He pauses.
"I see your eyes." He looks at them through the mirror. "Your beautiful eyes that always look at me full of love and happiness."
"I see your cute nose." He boops it lightly. "And your cheeks… the ones that give me cuteness aggression every time I look at you." He kisses each one.
"I see your lips." His thumb brushes over them. "One of my favorite features on you." He traces them with his fingertip. "These beautiful lips I get to kiss every day." He kisses you softly.
"I see this neck." He caresses it, then presses a kiss to it. "And these arms—these beautiful arms that I always want to be wrapped around me."
"I see your chest and your curves—the ones that always drive me crazy." His hands slide down to your stomach, then rest on your hips. "And these thighs… the ones I love to be between." He kisses your neck again, slower this time.
"Let me show you how beautiful you are." he whispers "Let me worship you, baby."
His lips brush your ear.
"Can I?"
You just nod.
He leads you over to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He lays you down gently and just looks at you for a second.
“Fuck… you’re so pretty. It’s insane.”
He helps you sit up just enough to take your bra off, then leans in again, kissing along your neck. One hand comes up to your chest, squeezing softly while his fingers flick over your nipple, pulling a moan from your lips.
He lays you back down and pecks your lips before moving lower, kissing down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. One hand stays on your breast while his mouth focuses on the other—licking, then sucking your nipple slowly, sensually.
“So fucking perfect…”
He continues downward, leaving a trail of kisses along your stomach. He takes his time, pressing soft kisses and light love bites along your thighs, hands gently caressing your calves.
Finally, he hovers over your clothed core.
His fingers trace the lace of your panties. “These look really cute on you, baby… but they’d look better on the bedroom floor.”
You let out a small laugh.
He slides them off slowly, then leans down, pressing a kiss to your core. You sigh at the contact. His tongue runs along your slit before flattening against you, moving slowly, deliberately—like he’s savoring every second.
“Fuck… you taste so good,” he murmurs, glancing up at you. “Look at you… so pretty for me. Let me hear you.”
He slips a finger inside you.
“Anton—” you moan, gripping the sheets.
He adds another finger, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes your breath hitch. At the same time, he returns to your clit, sucking gently.
“Fuck, Toni… I’m gonna cum—”
“Do it, baby.”
That’s all it takes. You fall apart around his fingers, your body tensing as you release.
He comes back up, kissing you immediately—you can taste yourself on him. He groans softly into the kiss before pulling away.
Then he quickly gets rid of his clothes.
Your eyes drag over his body—his shoulders, his abs—until they land on his cock. Hard, flushed, leaking, waiting for you.
He comes back down, kissing you again. Your hand wraps around him, giving him a few slow pumps, and he lets out a soft whimper against your lips.
He shifts on top of you, dragging his length through your wetness, the contact making you gasp.
Then he pushes in.
“Fuck… you’re tight,” he breathes, voice shaky.
He starts slow, thrusts deep and steady. He leans down to kiss you again.
“You look unreal right now… all breathless, moaning for me.”
He pulls back slightly, watching himself slide in and out of you.
“Look at this pretty pussy… taking me so well. Fuck, you’re sucking me in—”
“Anton—fuck—” you cry, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper.
“You’re so big… fuck, so deep—”
“Feels good, baby?” he asks, eyes fixed on your face.
“So good—fuck—”
He lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and picks up the pace. His hand grabs your chest again, fingers playing with your nipple as you arch your back.
“Anton, I’m close—”
He moves his hand down, rubbing your clit, adding to the sensation.
You whimper his name as he groans, feeling you tighten around him.
“Fuck… you’re squeezing me so good. I’m gonna cum—”
“I’m cumming—fuck—Toni—”
“Yeah, baby… cum with me—”
That’s all it takes.
You both fall over the edge at the same time, your body clenching around him as he groans, finishing with you.
You both come down from your high, and Anton slips out and lays beside you, pulling you close.
You look into his eyes, and he brushes your hair out of your face.
"You are the most beautiful—" kiss "—sexy—" kiss "—gorgeous—" kiss "—woman in the world. And I'll be here to remind you of that every time. I love you."
You smile into his kisses. "I love you, Anton Lee. Thank you for helping me with my insecurities."
"That's my job, baby." He pauses. "I guess I know why you never take me to these things now."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I was scared that you would start looking at those insecurities they point out."
"Baby, I would never. I think you should be more worried about whether I'm gonna cuss someone in your family out for saying dumb shit to you."
You laugh.
"Matter of fact, I wanna go to the next lunch. Give them a piece of my mind."
"My own hero," you tease sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha. Don't laugh at me. I just wanna say something to the people who made my girl sad."
You kiss him. "You don't need to, baby. I'll handle them next time."
He gets closer and pouts into your neck. "Still going."
You laugh at him.
You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.
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post-festival. park wonbin. (+18) - one shot -
- idol wonbin x afab / female reader
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warnings/tags: playful & tease wonbin, explicit sex descriptions & mainly smut, switch!wonbin, switch!reader, professional relationship, first time, needy!wb + reader, dirty talk, non-established relationship, no penetration sex, pervy!wb, licker!wb, dry humping, humping, aftercare, body worshipping (reader), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, creampie.
word count: 2.36k
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felt horny ig-
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it was half an hour past the songkran stage, the members had hang around the fitting room to take pictures for content, remove make-up and change clothes, you were simply one of the people that stayed with them to help.
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you had been riize’s hairstylist for a short while, you could say you were in trial mode. and since day 1, wonbin had been exchanging compliments with you, for your skills and appearance and stealing glances when everyone thought he was in his zone, on the phone, or you were busy with another member. his gaze was piercing even when you had your back turned to him, claiming.
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when you received the boys after their stage, you were pretty much off duty, you just had to wait around to see if any of them needed help to get presentable enough to go home. they were pretty tired from the early flight to thailand, through soundcheck and performing over a slippery stage at high energy, on hot and humid weather, so most of them rushed out and proceeded to take naps on the van.
not all of them ran though…wonbin stayed behind, signaling their managers that he would stay back from longer, so you could get his hair fixed properly and that you would help him clean his face stained with sunscreen and sweat. it was only you both in the room. all of the staff was dismissed and the door to the stages was locked by a key.
“hey, y/n, baby” wonbin said while throwing his towel over the chair in front of you.
“hello, wonbin.” you tried to keep it formal and professional.
“how are you? did you like our performance?” he said casually while taking out the top he had on glued to his toned stomach and arms and exposed his bare skin and moles, leaving you speechless.
“ah- hum- it was interesting, i was afraid you would fall because of the water.” he smirked catching on to your shyness and how worked up you had gotten over his sudden naturism.
“it’s fine, we knew it could happen.” he sat on the chair facing the mirror of the vanity and picked up his towel, lowering it over his shoulders to rest and collect his sweat. “do you wanna come here and help me out with my face first?” he pointed at his cheeks, smeared with sunscreen and indicated that you should get closer…you were unconsciously far from him to keep yourself from doing things you would later regret.
you obeyed him and picked up some tissues and got closer to him, leaning over to removed the sunscreen and everything on his face. as you did so, wonbin rotated the chair to get in between your legs, making you straddle him.
“wonbin!” you whisper-shouted ou t of fear.
“what, baby?” he scanned your face and took a while longer admiring your lips. “you can’t tell me you didn’t want this…”
“i-“ you kept on cleaning him in circular movements and mimicking them with you hips, which made you grind over his clothed crotch while cowering glances over his exposed chest and parted lips.
“ah~” wonbin moaned under you, pressing you down against him with a hand wrapped around you, thumb dragging on your waist.
“is this what you want?" you asked picking up the pace of you hips. dragging your barely covered folds against his jeans, rutting viciously.
“oh- yes. please. babygirl” he cried softly following your rhythm with his hands glued on you. you finished cleaning his face and pecked his lips tentatively, which elicited a whimper from wonbin.
as you set the tissues down on the vanity behind you, you started unbuttoning the classic shirt you had on, through the fabric he could tell you weren’t using a bra which made his dick twist inside his jeans right below your core.
“so beautiful, my y/n” he threw his head back on the chair as you kept moving. tits almost out and your hands on his belt, unclasping it and pulling it from his denim jeans before throwing it away carelessly, refocusing yourself quickly on the button his jeans…and the zipper.
“i need you so bad, park wonbin” you said as you stood up while raising your short skirt and pulling down your panties. you were done with the dry humping, he shivered when you layed your hand over his hard shaft, so he had to raise his ass from the chair for you to pull his pants down to his ankles. “baby…” he kept chanting softly, weakly…you had undone him with your new found confidence. actually, fuck your job. you need him raw.
you kept humping on him, but this time with your body flushed together with his, damp and sweaty.
your boobs? on his face, hard nipples either out or easily seen behind the wet cotton. inviting him to feast.
“can i lick them?” he asked, eyes lost in need. you couldn’t deny, it made your pussy wetter.
he attached his mouth to your exposed breast as he gripped harder on your hips, hungry, from cat licks to full tongue laps all around your aureola. bitting slightly, teasing, coating your nipple with saliva that made you shiver when contrasted with the hot climate from thailand. you had to suppress the moans that insisted to escape from your mouth by biting on your bottom lip.
“you taste heavenly, y/n.” he freed one of his hands and opened the last few buttons of your shirt. pulling one of the sleeves down your shoulder and kissing it, tenderly. “you’re beautiful” he looked at you, fully, not only your face, nor your body, all of it. with that piercing gaze he would always have over you, reverence could be hinted this time though.
you got impatient and started whimpering and held him by the neck. he had his attention on your other boob, licking it the same way as before but this time bitting harder, which surprised you and made you moan loudly. you blushed and warned him. “i don’t want to give the remainder of the people in this venue a show…”
“baby, with the way your coating my underwear, i think you might” he raised your skirt and looked between your exposed glistening folds and his underwear with a damp patch all over his dick. your slick mixed with his pre-cum. when you looked down you let out the meanest whimper. needy was an understatement.
he took his cock off of his boxers pumping it a few times, eyes pressed shut, also sensitive as fuck.
“let me feel you” you whispered grinding on his knuckles, that were wrapped around the base of his dick. “hmmm”
“so needy, my baby” he pressed his shaft on your folds and the head was engulfed by your skirt. he opened the zipper and quickly pulled it over your upper body and now his leaking head rested over your stomach, your belly button collecting his pre-cum. you shivered to each contact with his slick and warm cock.
“go on, baby, do it” he told you among kissing your neck an nibbling on the flesh close to your collarbone. “rock on it” he sounded like something between begging and ordering.
you wanted it more than anything you’ve ever wanted before. your hips started moving again, rocking on his hardened length. desperately, fast.
using your hand to press his tip on your clit, gliding your coated folds vigorously on him. he could only nuzzle on your neck and his breath would catch every time you accidentally pressed on his tip too much. “fuck, you absolute goddess”
he layed your back on the vanity table and stood up still rubbing himself on you. this new angle didn’t force you to use your hands as help, his shaft slid perfectly from your clit down to your folds and teased the entrance that clenched in anticipation.
you kept on protesting, you needed to cum, the waiting was unbearable. he fastened the pace, your legs were wrapped around his and he had his elbows on each sides of your head stealing kisses from time to time.
“the things i do for you” he quietly moaned on your ear and glued his mouth to yours, sliding his tongue in and sucking your soul out of you. you moaned back into the kiss, long, pained as you came on the base of his cock and balls. he kept moving to reach his high, so you caressed his shaft with one hand, taking all its length on the side that wasn’t swallowed by your folds. you were overstimulated and he was on the edge. “i’m gonna cum, ughh” his pace was uneven and arduous, his breathing erratic and nonsense kept coming out of his mouth. you ran your hands though his hair bringing him closer your chest without realising it. “fuck, beautiful, tits, my tits”
he licked between your breasts and came while taking one of them in, sucking, deep, famished. his cum furiously spreading over your lower stomach and folds since he kept on moving. “wonbin, omg”
you said almost at the peak once again…his warmth over your core, the constant pressure of his cock over you, his balls bouncing on your ass. you were on the brim of overstimulation.
“cum for me, y/n.” he ran his fingers on your slick between his dick and your labia and inserted two fingers on your hole, shoving them into you. “do it, again…on my fingers”
tears slipped down your cheeks all the way to your ears, he caught one of them on your cheek and licked it out, salty, embedded with sweat. “my girl, let go for me” fingers buried deep, trying different paces, stretching you out in ungodly ways, leaving hickeys on your chest; obsessed with you, still pounding his fingers, aiming to reach deeper. he started curling his fingers inside, searching for your sensitivity, mean, obscene, but something you ever just wondered possible to feel in your wildest dreams. he was fingering you so good, the tears kept prickling out of your eyes. his half hard lenght still driving in between your folds, teasing your clit and pressed on both of your stomachs at each roll of his hips down into you. he eventually hit your g-spot, which triggered your climax.
“shitttt” you pulled hard on his hair while cumming on his ring and middle fingers. he pulled out, letting your juices leak and suck on his fingers, tasting and swallowing you, pulling them off of his mouth with a pop.
“so sweet.” he kissed you sloppy, you could still taste yourself in his tongue. you were so fucked out of your mind that you couldn’t even remember that you two were on a fitting room.
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the whole place smelled like sex, hormones, desire. and wonbin was pretty sure his time to get his hair done was up. “baby, we have to go” he whispered forehead in yours and noses brushing. he sat back on the chair and hugged your body. “can you fix my hair?” he giggled, knowing you had made a greater mess of it.
while you recovered from your orgasm, he buttoned your shirt up and picked up your skirt from the vanity, pulling it down from your head, you raised your arms to collaborate. “can you stand?” you nodded as he placed you on the vanity, almost standing, while he slid your panties up to your knees. “let me clean you up”
he picked some tissues and cleaned your stomach down to your core and then fully pulled up your thong. “there you go, my love”
you watched legs crossed, not yet standing up, as he wiped the cum off his belly. his chiselled abdominal muscles shining under your gaze. he repeated the process on his cock, collecting a mixture of your slick and his cum from the plastic chair where you just had sex on. "well, even doing that...you look hot." you gestured with your hands mid sentence, pointing at him, provoking a cocky smirk from wonbin.
"you're coming with me to the hotel. we're not done yet." he pulled his pants up and trapped you against the table, kissing you on the lips. the kiss was long, quite desperate, but loving. not just fueled by desire and need. searching for his old top he threw it on the bag he brought earlier and pulled a new and light sweater from inside. he smiled tenderly as he slid into the blue sweater and made sure you were on board. "no, but...seriously. do you want to hang out with me later today?" his smile was now sheepish. he scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.
"yes" you retributed the smile with as much sweetness, fixing his hair while memorising all of his features. "i would love to." you picked some fixing spray from your bag and sprayed it over his hair.
"it will do! you always make it look like we were actually fixing your appearance." you both laughed and put all of your stuff together, turning off the lights and leaving the room. separating outside of the building only meant a temporary goodbye. you knew you would be right on his bed hours later.
୨⎯ Competitive Inhibition ⎯୧
[ part 3 of 3 ]
✎: non-idol!eunseok x fem!reader
wc — 7.8k
featuring — riize (sohee, anton, sungchan, seunghan, wonbin, shotaro), Sion (Nct Wish), Karina (Aespa), Yujin (LeSerafim) & Intak (p1Harmony)
content — college au, stem au, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, academic rivals, slow burn, mutual pining, angst, hurt/comfort, university stress, miscommunication, jealousy, ghosting, petty fight, love confession, smut, fluff, humor, happy ending.
warnings — strong language (swearing, insults), academic stress/anxiety, alcohol consumption (mentioned), emotional distress (crying, guilt), sexual content (oral sex, fingering, p in v sex) MDNI
note — 3rd AND FINAL PART!! LET´S GO! Im so exited for everyone to read this part and get ur final reaction ehehe. Lemme know ur thoughts on it in the comments!
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୨⎯ two can play that game ⎯୧
✎: non-idol fwb!wonbin x fem!reader
wc — 1.4k
content — established fwb, jealousy, possessiveness, smut, explicit sexual content, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dom wonbin, sub reader, manhandling, claiming kink, jealous wonbin, jealous reader, mutual pining denial, creampie, panty stealing (affectionate), feelings confession, fluff at the end, minors DNI
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Wonbin was a jealous person. There's no way around it. Now, that doesn't mean he's entitled to be jealous…
You and Wonbin are in the same friend group. You all met in university during first-year orientation. You and him were close friends since you shared many classes, but this dynamic changed during the second semester of third year. You don't even remember how it started—you just remember the first time you ended up on Wonbin's bed, making a FWB deal.
One you regret deeply.
The deal?
1. You guys are exclusive in the aspect of sleeping with each other.
2. You can flirt with other people, but if it's getting serious, the deal needs to end.
3. Don't catch feelings.
First two rules? Easy for you. You were never the type to go around flirting with random people (which is not the case for him—he has people falling at his feet, flirting with him, and he loves to entertain).
The third rule, though? Well, you broke that one the day the deal was made. Even before it started.
Truth be told, you always had a little crush on Wonbin. It was inevitable. He was attractive and was always nice toward everyone—a kind soul.
At the time you made the deal, you still hadn't reached post-nut clarity. You didn't think that the deal would deepen your feelings for him. To make things worse? Nobody in your friend group knows… or they pretend not to know.
That's the predicament you're in right now. In love with your FWB. Looking at him dancing with another girl at the party you're currently at, while you can't do anything but seethe in jealousy inside.
Well, two can play that game.
You've never tried to make him jealous cause you didn't see a point in it. But the mix of the crappy drink in your red cup and the sight in front of you definitely changed your mind.
You look around, scanning the dance floor, and you see Heeseung—captain of the basketball team. He's tried to flirt with you once or twice, but you never let it happen for a long amount of time.
Heeseung catches you staring at him, smiles, and calls you over.
You go to him. He grabs your arm and twirls you. "Wanna dance, pretty?"
"I do, in fact." You smile at him.
He pulls you close, both of you swaying to the beat of the song playing. You let yourself go, having fun.
You almost forgot why you went to the dance floor… almost. Because you feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your skull.
You don't look back. You want to pretend you don't notice Wonbin's gaze on you.
You must look distracted because Heeseung asks if everything's okay. You just nod toward him.
He nods back, then pulls you closer, putting his hands on your waist, wrapping his arms around you. You let him. You put your arms around his neck.
Heeseung's hands start to go lower, near your ass.
That's when Wonbin snaps.
He crosses the dance floor, leaving the girl he was dancing with alone. He doesn't even look at Heeseung—he just grabs your wrists and drags you out of there, ignoring Heeseung's protests and your feigned confusion.
He takes you upstairs to a vacant room.
"Wonbin, what are you doing?"
"Me?" He turns on you, eyes blazing. "What the fuck are you doing with Heeseung? The basketball team captain, really?"
"I don't see the issue." You fake innocence.
"He's a fuckboy. And you were looking awfully close dancing with him."
"So I can't dance with him, but you can dance with other girls?"
"That's different. I wasn't all up on the girl I was with. There's a difference."
"Let me rephrase." You cross your arms. "You're allowed to flirt and I'm not, just because you're jealous? I thought we were allowed to flirt with anyone we wanted in this agreement."
That's when he starts seeing red.
"You were not flirting with him." He steps closer, towering over you. "He was touching what's mine."
"Yours?" you say, backing up until the back of your knees hit the bed.
"Yeah, baby." His voice drops low, dangerous. "Mine to touch. Mine to taste." He leans in, lips brushing your neck. "Mine to fuck."
You breathe out a moan.
"And I'm gonna show you what happens when you let other men touch you."
He kisses you deeply while laying you down on the bed with some force.
He takes his shirt off and slides your top up just enough to see your chest.
"Fuck, look at these perfect tits." He grabs one. "All mine."
He attaches his mouth to one and sucks your nipple.
"Bin—" you moan.
He moves your skirt up to take off your panties. He sees how wet you are. "So wet… better be all for me."
"All for you, Bin—fuck," you say as he starts circling your clit.
He pushes a finger in, and you moan at the contact. He adds another. "Gotta stretch this tight little pussy."
You moan as he curls his fingers inside you, his thumb stimulating your clit while his other hand plays with your nipple. You're a moaning mess.
"I'm gonna cum, Bin—"
"Hold it. If you're gonna cum, it better be on my cock."
He takes his fingers out and grabs your legs, manhandling you so you're face down, ass up. You hear him unzip his pants.
He takes his cock and drags it through your folds, then taps it against you teasingly.
You whimper in protest. "Bin, come on, please—"
"I don't know if you deserve to cum today."
You arch your back, pushing your hips up, silently telling him to stop teasing and just take you.
He finally slides into you.
"Fuck… you're so tight, even after all the times I've fucked you dumb on my cock."
All you can do is moan his name into the bed beneath you.
His strokes are powerful but slow.
"I need to see your face while I fuck you."
He turns you around again and pushes your skirt up. He taps his shaft against you once more before sliding back in slowly.
"Fuck, Bin… so full—"
He places a hand around your throat and starts thrusting again, faster now, stronger.
"Who do you belong to?"
You don't answer at first, too overwhelmed by the feeling.
He stops completely and looks you in the eyes.
"Who do you belong to, pretty? I will only continue if you answer me."
"You, Bin—fuck—I belong to you."
"Good girl," he says, picking up his pace again.
He's fucking you with an intensity you've never felt before.
"Mine. This pretty pussy belongs to me. Never let other men touch you, okay, baby?"
"Fuck, yeah, Bin—I'm gonna cum—"
"Cum, baby. Be loud. Let them know who's fucking you this good.”
You fall apart around him. He keeps going, pushing you through it.
"I'm gonna cum too—" he groans, finishing inside you, his body tensing with each release.
He pulls out and collapses beside you.
"That was insane," you say, staring at the ceiling.
"You made me jealous on purpose, pretty girl," he says.
"Maybe…"
"Why?"
"Bin, I'm tired of pretending it doesn't bother me when you flirt with other girls."
He turns to you, surprised.
"I'm tired of pretending I don't like you. I know we said no feelings, but I liked you even before we started this."
You study his face, waiting for a reaction.
He smiles.
"I like you too, pretty," he says, gently caressing your cheek. "I'm sorry I entertained the flirting. I was trying to see if I had an effect on you like you do on me. Ass move, I know."
"Yeah, it was," you pout.
He kisses your pout. "Let me take you on a real date and ask you properly. I don't wanna do it like this."
You smile and nod.
You both get up, and he casually slips your panties into his pocket.
"Bin, give me my panties."
"Don't want to."
"Wonbin, your cum is dripping out of me."
He leans in and whispers in your ear, "Good. Maybe then men will get the hint," before pecking your lips.
Maybe this deal wasn't so bad after all.
Hey everyone!! I have not posted it on my pinned but my requests are open!! Feel free to send them in! (if they are according to my rules i have on my page)
alsooooo
I was wondering if i should do a permanent tag list. Maybe i should do a tag form...
pls tell me if yall are interested in it ehehe.
୨⎯ Competitive Inhibition ⎯୧
[ part 2 of 3 ]
✎: non-idol!eunseok x fem!reader
wc — 9.6k
featuring — riize (sohee, anton, sungchan, seunghan, wonbin, shotaro), Sion (Nct Wish), Karina (Aespa) & Yujin (LeSerafim).
content — college au, stem au, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, academic rivals, slow burn, mutual pining, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional distress, university stress, miscommunication, idiots in denial, tension, banter, fluff, humor attempt, kissing, making out, sneaking around, nicknames (sweets, seok, baby, asshat), sleepover, morning after, smut.
warnings — strong language (swearing, insults), academic stress/anxiety, alcohol consumption (mentioned), emotional distress, minor hangover mention, sexual content (oral sex, fingering, explicit) MDNI
note — PART 2 LETS GOO! Im exited to see what everyone thinks of this little development ehehe. (also tell me if u wanna get tagged in part 3! I forgot to ask for this one oops.)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Please make it yummier !! I can't stop thinking about christian boyfriend (Eunseok, Sungchan, or Wonbin) who wants to keep you both pure until marriage.
He's so serious about it, but he also doesn't mind keeping his hands and mouth on your breasts whenever he has the chance; after all, it's just affection, right?
He also doesn't mind you rubbing against him when you're alone; after all, you were still dressed. It was just innocent contact between lovers who loved each other very much, right?
Until one day he furtively frees his dick from his underwear and positions it between your thighs, but that wasn't a problem either, since sex without penetration isn't a sin, right?
୨⎯ Sinful ⎯୧
✎: bf!sungchan x fem!reader
wc — 700
warnings & content — MDNI, explicit sexual content, established relationship, religious themes (purity culture, waiting until marriage), tension, yearning, teasing, dry humping, outercourse, thigh sex, clitoral stimulation, praise kink, pet names, orgasm (f & m), religious guilt undertones, cum on sheets/panties, emotional intimacy.
note — My first request! I hope u like it. I tried my best :))
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── What is a sin? A sin is any thought, action, or attitude that goes against moral, spiritual, or divine law—often resulting in separation from God or moral wrongdoing.
To you and your boyfriend, though, a sin feels different. It’s everything you want to do. A feverish love blooming between you both—the yearning, the tension, the quiet ache of desire.
You want to give in. But your boyfriend is adamant about keeping you both pure until marriage.
That doesn’t mean he keeps his hands to himself.
Whenever he comes over, his hands are always on you. His mouth finds your chest, leaving soft kisses and teasing touches. Long, slow make-out sessions where you grind against him, feeling how much he wants you.
But never more.
…Until today.
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You’re lying in bed with Sungchan, the two of you watching a movie innocently in his room. His hand drifts absentmindedly between your stomach and your chest—his quiet way of showing affection.
That is, until a sex scene appears on screen.
Sungchan flicks your nipple lightly.
“Channie…” you moan softly. “Can’t we just do it?” You hesitate, too shy to even say the word. “Is it so bad that two people who love each other want to give themselves to each other before marriage?”
“Baby, come on,” he murmurs. “You know my opinion on this. I promise it won’t be much longer. I want to make you my wife as soon as possible… and be the one to take your innocence on that special day.”
He presses a kiss to your neck, his hand squeezing you gently, and you huff in frustration.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff, right?” he adds, grinding against you.
You let out a soft moan at the contact. “Can I try something, baby?”
“Yes…” you breathe.
He slides your shorts down slightly, leaving your underwear on, then moves behind you. You frown in confusion as he settles into a big spoon position, so you glance back.
And freeze.
You’ve felt him before, sure—but seeing him like this, in the dim light… it’s different. It makes your stomach twist.
“Chan… what are you doing?” you whisper.
He smirks softly. “Trust me, baby. Just… open your legs a little.”
You hesitate, then do as he says.
A second later, you feel him—warm, firm—sliding between your thighs, pressing your legs together for friction.
Your breath stutters.
He starts moving, slow at first.
His hand finds your chest again, thumb brushing over your nipple as he presses closer, his breathing already uneven.
A soft sound escapes you, your body reacting instinctively.
“Feels good?” he murmurs near your ear.
You nod, unable to form words at first.
As he keeps moving, the tension builds—your body heating up, your thoughts getting hazy.
Your hand starts to drift lower, but he gently catches it.
“Wait… let me,” he whispers.
He adjusts slightly, moving closer, pressing himself fully against your clothed core.
“Fuck… baby…” he breathes. “You feel so good like this…”
“Chan… it feels… really good…” you manage, your voice trembling.
He presses his face into your neck, alternating between soft kisses and quiet breaths, his movements getting faster, less controlled.
Everything feels overwhelming—the closeness, the warmth, the way he’s holding you like he doesn’t want to let go.
His hand finally moves lower, adding just enough pressure to your clit make your body jolt.
You gasp, your body tightening as the feeling builds too quickly.
“I—Chan—I’m gonna—”
You don’t even finish.
The sensation crashes over you, your body going still for a moment as you cling to it.
A second later, he follows—his movements stuttering, a few more thrusts and cums, groaning every time his seed shoots out, covering his bedsheets and your panties in his release.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
Just breathing.
Just feeling.
Eventually, he relaxes beside you, still close, still holding you.
“Well…” he mutters softly, a small laugh slipping through.
“That was… something.”
You turn your head slightly. “How did you even think of that?”
He pauses, then smiles faintly.
“Well…” he murmurs, brushing your hair back gently.
“Sex without… penetration isn't a sin, right?"
୨⎯ Competitive Inhibition ⎯୧
[ part 1 of 3 ]
✎: non-idol!eunseok x fem!reader
wc — 7.6k
featuring — riize (sohee, anton, sungchan, seunghan, wonbin, shotaro), Sion (Nct Wish), Karina (Aespa) & Yujin (LeSerafim).
content — college au, stem au, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, academic rivals, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional distress, university stress, drinking, miscommunication, idiots in denial, tension, banter, fluff, humor attempt.
warnings — strong language (swearing, insults), academic stress/anxiety, alcohol consumption, emotional distress (crying, guilt, yelling), minor hangover mention.
note — This is my 100 followers special!!! I took a whole month to write this, i hope u guys like it!!! Reblogs are appreciated!
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Boyfriend texts with Anton
✎: idol!anton x fem!reader
format — smau
content — fluff, attempt humor, established relationship, boyfriend anton, reader teasing anton, anton being soft, period comfort, protective anton, mild sexual humor, suggestive jokes, marriage mention, MDNI
note — Heavy on the Attempt humor ok? im still trying to get the hang of Smau´s
୨⎯ Indoor Date ⎯୧
✎: non-idol bf!seonghwa x fem!reader
wc — 500
content — established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, indoor date, lego building, seonghwa being soft, tickling, playful banter, pet names (baby, lovie, hwa), kisses, cuddles, snacks, cozy vibes, cold weather outside warm inside.
note — all i crave in life is a lego date with this man
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It's Saturday, and you and Hwa decided to have an indoor date since it's still cold outside.
You were the one in charge of planning this date, so you decided to go buy a Lego set for both of you to build together—it's one of your favorite activities to do as a couple. You also picked up some food and various snacks. And because you wanted to make it extra special, you got two bouquets of flowers. One for each of you.
You set everything up—the Legos in the middle of the coffee table, the snacks arranged in little bowls. The living room looks cozy, warm, perfect.
Then you hear the doorbell ring.
You open the door, and there he is—your beautiful boyfriend, standing there dressed in comfortable clothes, looking like he just rolled out of bed and still managed to be the most handsome person you've ever seen.
"Hey, lovie," he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
"Hey, baby." You step aside to let him in.
He takes his shoes off and pads into the living room. When he sees the setup—the Legos, the flowers, the snacks—he stops.
"Baby, oh my god. You got Legos. The flower ones."
"Yeah, love." You smile, watching his face light up. "Each of us can do one."
He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you, soft and sweet. "Thank you, baby. This is the perfect date."
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You both sit on the floor in front of the coffee table, cross-legged, knees almost touching. The instructions are spread out between you, plastic bags of colorful bricks scattered around like confetti.
You build and snack, steal glances and giggles, share kisses in between steps.
At some point, just to mess with him, you start hiding pieces of his Lego set. Small ones. Ones he won't notice immediately.
"Hey, love?" He holds up the instruction booklet, pointing at a specific block. "Have you seen this piece?"
You widen your eyes, all innocence. "Hmm, no, I haven't, baby. Don't tell me you already lost it."
"No, no, I didn't." He frowns, scanning the floor around him. "It's just… I can't see it right now. Probably. It's here somewhere."
You watch him search for a moment, then giggle and hand him the missing pieces.
"Oh, you brat." He pokes your side. "You were taking them."
You shrug, grinning. "Just wanted to mess with you a little."
"Oh, yeah?" He lunges, fingers finding your ribs, and you shriek.
"Ahhh, stop, stop! I give up! I won't steal anymore!"
He stops tickling you but doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls you closer, looks into your eyes while you're still catching your breath, still giggling.
"I love you," he says.
You smile, soft and warm. "I love you too, Hwa."
You lean in and peck his lips.
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You both finish your Legos—two beautiful flower bouquets that will never wilt, sitting side by side on the coffee table. The night ends with movies, snacks, and his arm around your shoulders, your head on his chest, the world outside cold and forgotten.
Slow mornings with anton omg 🙏
slow mornings with anton
the sunlight filtered through the curtains with soft golden streaks. it painted the bedroom in warm morning hues. you stirred slightly, with your consciousness creeping in slowly. there was warm body pressed against your side. it was anton's chest, it rose and fell in a steady rhythm beneath your cheek and you could hear the quiet sounds of him scrolling through his phone; the soft taps of his thumb against the screen.
you didn't open your eyes yet. more like didn't want to. this was way too comfortable and too perfect to disturb. your face was tucked into the crook of his neck as your arm was draped across his bare stomach. plus you were wearing his shirt. the oversized clothing hung loose on you considering that he was much broader than you. it was soft from the countless washes and it smelled like his laundry detergent.
"i know you're awake," anton murmured, his voice rough with sleep. he didn't look away from his phone but his free hand came up to play with your hair. his soft fingers running through your bedhead hair.
"no i'm not," you mumbled against his skin, your lips brushing his collarbone.
୨⎯ Foggy Mirror ⎯୧
✎: sungchan x fem!reader
wc — 900
content — established situationship to lovers, smut, explicit sexual content, mirror sex, riding, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl, channie), soft dom sungchan, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), creampie, aftercare, feelings confession, fluff at the end, minors DNI!!
✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ It’s late at night when you receive a text from your situationship.
He always texts you late at night. You’re starting to wonder what you even are to him—friends with benefits? Something more? Something less?
You’ve been meaning to talk to him, but every time you build up the courage, this happens. He sends a photo, teases you, and you end up pressed into his mattress, completely forgetting what you wanted to say.
And to be fair… you always fall for it. Because deep down, you know you like him. It’s more than just hooking up and casual hangouts for you.
You grab your keys, get in your car, and drive to his apartment.
You knock.
He opens the door—and there he is, wearing the exact same outfit from the photo.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he grins, stepping aside to let you in.
“Hm… so what was the reason for the sudden pic?” you ask, back still turned as you take off your shoes.
He wraps his arms around you from behind. “I missed you, baby.”
“Missed me,” you turn to face him, “or fucking me?”
He smirks, lips brushing your neck. “Both?”
Everything in you is screaming to have that conversation—but you’re also painfully turned on after that picture, so…
“Show me the new mirror?” you smirk.
“Gladly.”
He picks you up instantly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses your neck.
He carries you into his room and lays you down on the bed.
And there it is—the mirror, perfectly placed in front of it.
He kisses you again, fast and needy.
Then he pulls back and gestures for you to sit up. He lifts your shirt—and pauses when he realizes you’re not wearing anything underneath.
“Fuck… baby,” he breathes. “Already so pretty for me.”
He leans down, kissing and grabbing at your chest, one hand teasing a nipple while his mouth focuses on the other.
You moan softly, fingers tangling in his hair.
Then he leans close to your ear. “Ride me?”
You blink at him.
That’s new.
He’s never asked that before.
You swallow, nodding softly. “Yeah…”
He wastes no time, pulling off his pants and boxers while you get rid of yours. He shifts you on top of him, hands firm on your hips.
You start grinding against him, your wetness coating his length.
“Fuck… baby, don’t tease,” he groans. “That feels so good—fuck.”
You lift yourself slightly, dragging his tip along your entrance, teasing him back. He’s already a mess beneath you.
Then you sink down slowly, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
“Fuck—baby—” he groans.
“Chan… you’re so deep—fuck—
“Yeah?” he pants. “You like that?”
“Fuck, I feel so full… you feel so good—”
One of his hands grips your hip while the other moves to your chest, playing with your nipple as you start moving.
You throw your head back, lost in the feeling.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Taking me so well… look in the mirror, baby. See how pretty you look riding my cock.”
You follow his words, eyes meeting your reflection—your body moving over his, his hands all over you.
“Come on… I can feel you clenching,” he groans. “Cum for me. Wanna see that pretty face when you do.”
That’s all it takes.
You fall apart around him, your body tightening as you reach your high.
He doesn’t stop.
Instead, he flips you over, pulling you up before you can even process it.
“I’m not done with you,” he mutters. “Let’s actually test that mirror.”
Before you can react, he lifts you again, pressing you against the mirror. Your hands wrap around him instinctively as he kisses you.
Then he slowly lowers you, turning you around so your chest presses against the glass.
Your breath fogs it instantly.
He lines himself up behind you, teasing your entrance again before pushing in.
“Fuck… still so tight,” he groans.
You moan, pressing back into him.
His thrusts start slow but deep, powerful, making your body jolt against the mirror.
“Faster, Channie… please—”
“Yeah?” he murmurs. “You can handle it?”
“Please—”
That’s all he needs.
He picks up the pace, thrusts becoming rougher, faster.
“Pussy’s made for me,” he groans. “Look at you… taking me so well.”
The sounds fill the room—your moans, his, skin against skin.
“Sungchan—fuck—I’m gonna cum again—”
“Me too, baby… cum with me.”
He reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles as he keeps thrusting.
Your body tightens again, and you release, clenching around him.
That’s what pushes him over.
He groans loudly, finishing inside you.
He slows, pulling out, watching as it slowly drips out of you.
Then he gently pulls you back to bed, both of you collapsing onto the mattress.
“Well… that was something,” you mumble, still breathless.
You turn to him, only to find him already looking at you.
He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I know this might not be the best timing…” he starts softly, “but I really like you. I want us to be more than just… this. More than hookups and random hangouts. I wanna take you on dates. I want you to be mine.”
You blink at him, then smile.
“I like you too. A lot, actually,” you admit. “I’ve been wanting to talk about it… but we always get distracted.”
He laughs quietly. “Yeah… I can’t really control myself around you.”
He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. “Be mine?”
You nod, whispering, “Yes.”
He smiles—and kisses you, slow and soft this time.