SUMMARY: When you’re accompanying your best friend at his work on a slow night, and the many years of unspoken feelings follow through in a heartbeat.
WC: 5.38k words
DISCLAIMERS: SMUT! [ minors / ageless blogs dni!!!! ] okay so, drinking, very sweet and soft dom seob me thinks. kinda pwp eh , it just takes a minute cuz I can only slow burn whatever i try. I TRIED. Use of baby & pretty, praise, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (EATER SEOBBB + he receives too sure), unprotected sex (BUT WRAP B4 U TAP FR.) creampie if u squint and a very inappropriate and disgusting and unsanitary use of a bar countertop 🤤🤤🤤🤤
NOTES: i honestly just needed to write bc r u kidding me did u guys see that stage. idk. I got to work. lowkey this whole thing might not make any sense, Mama hates the pacing so idk what to tell u. It’s smut nonetheless tho but if u hate it Lmk so i can cry myself a river okay. thanks. anyways!!!! Have fun ok!!!!!!
Jongseob wiped down the already spotless countertop, low buzzing from the mini refrigerators filling the mere silence within the bar, which was only interrupted when either of you spoke. The night had dragged on with zero customers, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow of neon signs.
You were perched on a stool across from him, sipping the free top-shelf alcohol he kept pouring. The amber-like liquid burned pleasantly down your throat, warming you from the inside out.
He let out a breath before leaning against the wall that displayed its plethora of booze, whiskey bottle still in hand, while his eyes locked on yours with a familiar spark that always made your tummy flip.
Even in the low light, you could see the way his gaze traced your features — lingering on your lips when you smiled and dropping to your exposed collarbones when you laughed.
"How’s that Keeho guy you were seeing?" He asked, pushing himself up to slightly close the distance. He braced his body against the countertop with his forearms, watching you intently.
"What about him?" You took another sip, letting the bitter taste coat your tongue, buying yourself time. You already had a hunch on exactly why he was asking.
Jongseob hummed, lips curling into a smile that made him seem far too pleased. "Just curious." But his eyes told a different story — they were dark, focused, and clearly hungry for your answer.
You shrugged, letting the moment stretch. "I actually ended things with him about a week ago." A snicker followed after, though you weren't entirely sure what was so funny about it.
Maybe it was the relief you felt when finally saying it out loud to someone, or perhaps it was the way Jongseob's entire body seemed to relax at your words.
He tried, and failed, to suppress the smile spreading across his face. It started at the corners of his mouth and bloomed into something radiant, transforming his features.
"And you seem awfully happy about that." You muttered, quirking a brow, though you couldn't help the small smile tugging at your own lips in return. His joy was infectious, even when you were trying to play it cool.
"I didn't even say anything?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in defense, the bottle swaying dangerously in his grip while your giggles matched his, echoing in the empty bar.
"Didn’t have to." You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.
Jongseob grinned, entirely unapologetic now. "Guess I'm just relieved." He straightened up again, but didn't move away. If anything, the air between you felt more charged than before.
Your eyes narrowed. "Relieved?"
"Means I still have a chance?" The question came out softer than his usual teasing, almost vulnerable. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, maybe, or …reciprocation?
You rolled your eyes and leaned back with a groan, knowing how much he loved to tease you at the end of the day. It’s always some bullshit like this, but your pulse began to race nonetheless, and you were certain he could see the flush creeping up your neck.
"Ha. Ha." You forced out a fake and monotone laugh.
"I'm serious." He said it quietly, and the playfulness dropped from his expression for just a moment. "I've been waiting for you to be accessible again for months."
His words hung between you and your breath caught in your throat but you swallowed it like a champ. "Seob.”
"Too much?" He asked, a shit eating smile flashing as he broke ‘character’. He was so fucking annoying.
"You’re irritating." You said too quickly, heat flooding your cheeks. You bit your lip, considering your next words carefully — because at the end of the day, you genuinely could never tell when he was joking or not.
Your back straightened again, wanting to change the subject before you combusted entirely, crossing your legs as you set your drink down — The movement made you acutely aware of your body, and the way his eyes tracked the motion.
“Is there anything new with you?"
Jongseob seemed to notice your need for a topic change, and he let you have it. He set the bottle of alcohol down, stretching his arms back before he let out a breath. The movement pulled his black shirt, top buttons undone across his chest.
"Nothing exciting." He shrugged, then paused. "But actually, I've been working on something." His voice shifted, becoming low and a little rough from the drinks, tinged with excitement.
"Mm, like music?" You hummed, grateful for the safer territory. You knew he had a sweet hobby of producing songs, spending all his free hours in his tiny apartment bedroom with his laptop and midi keyboard, crafting beats or melodies that come out of his stupid brain.
He'd mentioned it in passing before, but never offered to share. Jongseob nodded, and you could see the nervous energy in the way he shifted his weight before he spoke again.
"Yeah, wanna hear?"
He moved to the aux cord tucked behind the counter, plugging in his phone with a quick tap. His fingers hesitated over the screen for just a moment, and you realized he was actually nervous about sharing this with you.
"I'd love to," You said softly, and his shoulders relaxed. Before he continued, he walked away momentarily and booked it straight for the entrance, deciding to lock up early and switch the Open sign off. You quirked a brow but he waved a hand off for you to not worry about.
Moments after, he came back around the counter, proceeding to tap along his phone when a tune began to play throughout the bar.
Easy to say it was catchy. You leaned back on your stool, letting the rhythm wash over you, eyes drifting closed for a moment. Your shoulders began rolling almost unconsciously, hips shifting in time with the beat.
When you opened your eyes, Jongseob was watching you move, his gaze intense and appreciative. A grin spread across his face, clearly pleased with your reaction. Like watching you respond to his music like this was exactly what he'd hoped for.
"This is really good," You smiled, processing the lyrics.
His own smile widened, grabbing the bottle once again like a stupid makeshift mic and bringing it to his lips. Then he started rapping along, your breath catching in your throat.
His flow was satisfying, each word perfectly timed with the beat. But it was more than that — it was like he was serenading you, performing on stage for a crowd of thousands, except the only audience member that mattered was you, and it felt embarrassing, yet… so thrilling?
Your heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was happening, whether it be due to the amount of drinks or just the unspoken feelings of many years spent being his best friend.
The lyrics spilled out about love being caught in an endless loop, and how the body remembers what the mind can forget...
Honestly… every line felt aimed straight at you.
“Now you're mesmerized by my nervousness and I'm mesmerized by you.”
Heat pooled low in your belly as you watched him move, the way his hips rolled with the beat, the way his free hand gestured and emphasized certain words. He was captivating, magnetic, and he knew it.
You burst into giggles at the way he struck a pose on the last word, one hand thrown up dramatically, but the laughter faded quick when you caught the look in his eyes.
It was playful, yes, but underneath was something so serious. And you were kinda scared…
He set the bottle down again and pushed off the counter, the movement fluid and deliberate. The music continued pulsing around you, that hypnotic beat making everything feel dreamlike and inevitable while he came around the bar top.
"Dance with me," He murmured, extending his hand to you. It wasn't really a question, but it wasn't a demand either.
His palm was open, waiting. You stared at it for a moment, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it over the music playing on repeat. This felt like a threshold, like once you took his hand, something would shift between you that couldn't be unshifted.
But you wanted it. So bad, you wanted it.
You placed your hand in his, and his fingers closed around yours immediately. He pulled you up gently, and suddenly you were standing, the stool scraping slightly against the floor behind you. The empty bar felt smaller suddenly.
Jongseob tugged you close, one arm sliding around your waist, the other resting on your hip. The touch was light at first, but he was giving you a chance to pull away. Yet, you didn't. Instead, you stepped closer, closing the distance until your bodies pressed together as you swayed.
His chest was firm against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your hands came up instinctively, resting on his shoulders.
He was holding himself back, you realized, trying not to rush this.
You both moved slowly, finding a sway that matched the music. You followed his lead, letting your body melt into his. Every point of contact felt electrifying — his hand on your waist, his fingers splayed across your hip, your chest brushing against his with each breath.
“You smell good.” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear, not quite a kiss but close enough to make you gasp softly.
"Really?" Your voice came out breathier than you intended. "What do I smell like?"
He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against your hair, your temple. "Like... vanilla, maybe? Something sweet. But that’s just you." His voice was low, intimate, meant only for you.
"It’s been driving me crazy all night."
He spun you around, now pulling your back against his chest as his hips rolled slowly, grinding against you with deliberate pressure, and you felt it.. his growing hardness in his pants pressing against your lower back.
The unmistakable evidence of his desire sent warmth rushing through you, leaving your knees unsteady. A shiver coursed down your spine, and his arms instinctively tightened around you. His hand slid slowly up your chest before settling gently around your neck, his touch featherlight as he tipped your chin upward, silently urging you to meet his gaze and hold it.
"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes. His pupils were dilated, dark with want, but there was a question there too.
"Yeah," You breathed, your grip finding his other hand that was cheekily sliding down your abdomen. "More than okay."
The permission seemed to unleash something in him. Jongseob groaned softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest into yours, and his hands began to roam before he turned you back around to face him.
They continued its exploration, sliding from your hips to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your spine through your long sleeve. His touch was reverent, exploratory, as if he was memorizing the shape of you.
"You have no idea how many times Ive dreamt of this," He mumbled, his lips now trailing along your jaw, leaving a path of heat in their wake. "How many years I've looked at you, watching you … and hoping there was something more for me… imagining what it would feel like to touch you like this."
"Really?” You whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Tell me what you imagined."
His hands slid lower, cupping your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you tighter against the pervish peak that poked through his bottoms.
The friction made you both gasp, and you felt him twitch against you through the layers of clothing. "Exactly this," He said, voice thick with tension. "Holding and feeling you against me. Imagined what sounds I can bring out of you even."
The dance had turned into something else entirely now. Less about the music and more about the press of your bodies and the way you fit together. His thigh slipped between your legs, pressing right where you ached, and you couldn't stop the small moan that escaped your lips.
"God, you're driving me crazy.”
“Seob..." His nickname came out like a plea, and you weren't even sure what you were asking for.
"I know, pretty," He murmured, and the endearment made your heart stutter. "Let me take my time with you. Want to do this right."
His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, and you gasped at the contact of his skin against yours. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they traced your sides, moving slowly upward.
He was giving you time to stop him, you noticed, but of course you didn't want to. You arched into his touch instead, encouraging him as he spun you back round once more.
He pulled you back against his chest, his trapped cock pressing onto your ass before his hands cupped your breasts, the two of you humming in response.
His thumbs brushed over your nipples through the fabric of your bra, circling until they peaked under his touch, sensitive and aching. "These are so perfect," He muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
Jongseob leaned in, and you thought he was going to kiss you from behind, but instead his lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses along the line of it. He was teasing you, you realized, building everything up until you were desperate and begging for it.
His mouth moved to your jaw, finding that sensitive spot just near your ear, and when he sucked gently, your knees actually buckled.
He caught you easily, holding you up, and chuckled softly against your skin. "I've got you," He promised.
"Kiss me," You finally demanded, unable to take it anymore. "Please, Seob, just kiss me."
He pulled back to get a look at how pathetic you looked, while you turned to look at him. The expression on his face made your breath catch. His gaze was intense — But, finally, his hand gripped your jaw before his lips met yours.
It was everything you'd imagined and dreamed of. It started sweet, his lips soft and tender against yours. He kissed like you both had all the time in the world, and he wanted to savor every second. His hand gripped your face tight, thumb stroking your cheek as his other hand found your bottom.
When his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him immediately, and the kiss turned hungry.
His tongue slid against yours, slow and thorough, exploring your mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue, mixed with something uniquely him, and it was intoxicating.
You pressed closer, your hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned into your mouth as he backed you against the counter.
The sound vibrated through you, making you clench with need. His hands roamed your back, your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew more desperate.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. "Fuck," he breathed, his lips still brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re everything," He said simply, and kissed you again.
Jongseob gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his tongue explored your mouth once more with unhurried attention.
You tugged at his button up, your fingers undoing the last couple buttons in a hurry before he pulled back just enough to let you pull it over his head.
The neon lights painted his skin in shades of pink and blue, highlighting the lean build of his chest and stomach. You ran your hands over him, exploring, and he shuddered under your touch.
"Your turn," He murmured, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. He paused, eyes meeting yours. "This okay?"
"Yes," You breathed. "Yes, please."
He lowered himself before he lifted your shirt slowly, pressing kisses to each newly exposed inch of skin. Your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts. By the time he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, you were trembling with need.
His hands went to your bra clasp, and he paused again, giving you a chance to stop him. But you reached back and unclasped it yourself, letting it fall away. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, and the appreciation in his gaze made you feel beautiful.
"Gorgeous," He murmured, his hands coming up to cup your breasts again, skin on skin this time. His thumbs circled your nipples, and you arched into his touch with a moan. "So fucking beautiful."
He kissed you again as his hands explored, and you were lost in the sensation of it. Music was still playing, a whole different song playing mindlessly, but all that mattered was this.
With his lips still on yours, Jongseob began guiding you backward once again, your back hitting the edge of the bar counter before he gently lifted you onto the smooth surface. The wood was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he positioned himself between your legs.
He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your thighs, eyes searching yours. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire but sincere. "We can stop anytime. I need you to know that."
Your heart swelled at his consideration, even as your body ached for more. "I'm sure," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "I want this. I need you."
The smile that spread across his face was radiant, and he leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time.
"Gonna make you feel so good, I promise."
His hands moved to your skirt, not even having the class of taking it off but instead shoving it up.
"Lift up for me, pretty," He said softly, and you did, raising your hips so he could slide your panties down. He did it gently, pressing kisses to your thighs as more skin was revealed. First your hip bones, then the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you gasp and squirm.
He stood between your legs and just looked at you for a moment. You were bare except for your lifted jean skirt, sitting on his bar counter, and the way he was looking at you made you feel like the most desirable person in the world.
"Stop staring—“ You said, feeling suddenly shy despite everything.
"Can't help it," He replied, his hands running up and down your thighs. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
He leaned in to kiss you again, and his hands continued their exploration. They traced patterns on your thighs, your hips, your stomach, learning the geography of your body.
"So perfect. So wet already."
When his fingers finally made contact with your pussy, you moaned. He stroked through your wet folds with teasing pressure, exploring, learning what made you gasp and squirm. "All this for me?"
"Y-yes," You gasped, your hips rolling into his touch. "All for you.“
His fingers found your clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes that made your hips buck. "Tell me how it feels," He said, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every reaction. "Gotta know what you like."
"G-good," You gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. "Don't stop.. please don't stop."
"Never," He promised, and adjusted his angle slightly. "I got you, baby.“
He experimented with different pressures, different rhythms, watching your face to see what made you moan the loudest. When he found a particular motion that made your eyes roll back, he smiled and focused there, building your pleasure gradually and deliberately.
"That's it," He encouraged, his free hand stroking your thigh. "Let me hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."
Your moans grew louder, echoing in the empty bar, and you were beyond caring. All that mattered was his fingers on you, the pleasure building in your core, the way he was watching you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.
When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out at the stretch. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, pumping deep while his thumb kept working your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body opening for him.
"So tight," He groaned, his eyes dark as he watched his fingers disappear inside you. "Taking my fingers so well. Can you take more?"
"Yes," You whimpered, and he added a third finger, stretching you further. It burned, yet it felt so good, causing you to rock your hips, trying to take him deeper.
He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your knees weak, and you nearly sobbed with ecstasy.
The wet sounds filled the quiet bar as he worked you. “Could do this forever.” He grunted, putting all his energy into pleasing you.
Your satisfaction was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. "Seob—“ You gasped, your hands clutching at him desperately. "I'm — I'm so close..."
"I know, pretty," He murmured, increasing his pace slightly. "Come on, want it all over my fingers, you got it."
His words pushed you over the edge, and you released with a cry, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through you.
He didn't stop, proceeding to work you through it and draw out your orgasm until you were trembling and oversensitive.
When you finally came down, gasping for breath, he slowly withdrew his fingers. You watched, dazed, as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.
"So good," Jongseob groaned, his eyes closing briefly. "You taste fucking incredible." He leaned forward. “Need more.”
Before you could process what he meant, he was leaning before you, leveling his face between your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, and you realized what he was about to do.
"Wait, you don't have to—" You started, but he cut you off with a look.
"I want to," He said firmly. "Please let me."
Fuck, how could you say no to that?
You nodded, and he smiled before spreading your thighs wider, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.
"So pretty," He said, his voice husky with appreciation. "And still dripping." His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, tasting you with a low moan that vibrated through you. "So sweet. Knew you would be."
He took his time, exploring you with his tongue. He licked and sucked at your folds, his tongue delving inside you before moving up to circle your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and especially after your first orgasm, you were already aching.
When he focused on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, you cried out, your hands tangling in his messy blonde hair.
He hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through you, and increased his efforts.
Jongseob’s hands gripped you, holding you open for him as he devoured. Two fingers thrusted back inside, stretching you while his mouth still worked your bud with relentless pressure. He was thorough, attentive, and continuously adjusting his technique based on your reactions.
"Oh my god," You moaned, your hips grinding against his face. "M-mouth feels so good, Seob, fuck..."
He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal. "Yeah?" He punctuated the question by licking a broad stripe up your slit. "Like when I do this?" He demonstrated, and you nearly sobbed.
"Y..yes — please don't stop," You begged, and he smiled against you before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.
When he added a third finger, stretching you like he did before, you came apart. Your second orgasm hit you like a big wave, stronger than the first, and you cried out his name as your thighs trembled around his head. You pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel more wetness coating his tongue as he licked you clean.
But he didn't stop. Even as you came down, oversensitive and shaking, he continued with gentle licks and soft kisses to your inner thighs, keeping the pleasure going, building it again before it could fully fade.
"Too much!” You gasped, but your hips were still rolling against his mouth, seeking more despite your words.
"One more," He murmured against your skin. "Give me one more, pretty. I know you can.“
His fingers withdrew, and he replaced them with his tongue, fucking into you with it as deep as he could go. The sensation was different, softer but somehow more intense, and when his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles, you were completely gone.
Your third orgasm built painfully slow, a deep, rolling pleasure that seemed to come from your core. Jongseob worked you patiently, his tongue and thumb moving in perfect rhythm, and when you finally came, it was with a long, gutteral moan that seemed to go on forever. Your whole body shook with it, radiating out from your center in waves.
He sucked you gently through the aftershocks, soft and soothing now, until you were boneless and spent on the counter, flinching sensitively at any further contact.
When he finally pulled away, his face was wet with your arousal, and he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.
"You're incredible," He said, standing slowly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The way you taste, fuck, you're perfect."
You could barely form words, still floating in the aftermath of three orgasms, but you managed to reach for him. "Come here," You murmured, and he leaned in, letting you pull him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was unexpectedly erotic.
When you pulled back, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He'd been focused entirely on your pleasure, but he was clearly aching for relief. Your hand moved to palm him through his pants, and he groaned, his hips jerking into your touch.
"Your turn," You said, your voice still shaky but determined. "Want to make you feel good too."
"You already are," He said, but his eyes were dark with need. "Just touching you, that's everything."
"But I want more," You said, attempting to hop off the counter but once you did, you didn’t calculate how numb your legs would be.
“Careful—“ He snickered, catching you in place and holding your hands as you held yourself upright. “I got you.”
"Want all of you. Please, Seobie."
He sighed, letting you get down on your knees as he helped you with his belt and zipper. Together you pushed his pants and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, hard and flushed. You immediately wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly.
He was hot and heavy in your palm, and when you swiped your thumb over the tip, collecting the bead of precum there, he shuddered.
"Fuck," He groaned, throwing his head back. "Feels good.”
You stroked him slowly, feathering small kisses along the shaft, and learning what he liked as he did for you. When he rocked into your touch with shallow thrusts, your tongue now swirling his tip, he gently caught your wrist, stopping you.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come," He said, his voice strained. "But I really, really want to be inside you when I do."
Heat flooded through you at his words, and you nodded. "Yes. Want that too."
He reached for his pants, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom.
“Nope.” You shook your head, pushing the protection away. “I’m on the pill, so I better be getting every last drop.” You snickered, and his entire face shifted.
“Oh, you’re serious?” Jongseob smiled, slightly teasing but you already knew he was more than open to this.
“So serious.”
Without another word, he gripped your chin and yanked you up, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands messily found the back of his shoulders, locking tongues with him with force.
"Are you ready then, pretty?" He pulled back and asked, his eyes meeting yours, checking in one more time as he lifted you back onto the counter.
"Yes.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He lined himself up, teasing at your folds which caused your forehead to drop against his chest. A soft moan escaped you before Jongseob pushed in slowly, so slowly, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open.
The sensation was overwhelming after everything else, and you both groaned as he sank deeper. He was bigger than his fingers, and the stretch burned slightly, but it was a good burn, a fullness that made you feel complete.
"So tight, baby.” He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he bottomed out inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good .."
He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back. When you finally rolled your hips, urging him to move, he pulled back slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm.
Each stroke was deliberate, measured, hitting deep inside you. The angle was perfect, and you could feel him dragging against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built again.
"That's it," He encouraged, his pace increasing slightly. "Take it, just like that."
The counter shook slightly with his movements, and somewhere in the back of your mind you registered the sound of glasses rattling along the bar top, but you didn't care.
All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, the way your bodies moved together, and the never ending pleasure building between you.
He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and you cried out, your back arching. "Right there—“ You gasped. "Oh god, right there, don't stop..."
"Here?" He thrust harder, and you nearly sobbed with pleasure. "This what you need?"
You nodded with a hurried force, gasping for air as you couldn’t even comprehend a thought at this point — He was fucking you dumb.
His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing firm circles as he continued to thrust deep. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt another orgasm building, impossibly, after everything else.
"Come for me," He urged, his voice rough. "Want to feel you, pretty, give it to me."
His words, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit and the perfect angle of his thrusts, pushed you over the edge. Your fourth orgasm crashed through you, and you came once more, your walls clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.
"God, yes," He grunted, his rhythm faltering as your pussy squeezed him. "So good for me.”
He thrusted a few more times, deep and hard, and then he was releasing too, burying himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the warmth spilling in you, and the intimacy of it all made your heart clench.
He stayed pressed close, both of you breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, and you both winced at the sensitivity — both your releases now spilling all over the counter.
Dirty bastards.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You felt him inhale, taking a deep breath which caused you to do the same.
"That was..." You started, but couldn't find the words.
"Yeah," He agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other in the quiet bar, the lights still casting their soft glow around you. The music had stopped at some point, you realized, but you hadn't even noticed.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, a soft smile on his face. "So," he said, his voice teasing but warm. "Does this mean I have a chance?"
You laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and pulled him in for another kiss. "Didn’t know you were even being deadass about wanting one.” You scoffed.
“Of course I was.” He murmured against your lips. "So do I or no?”
You grinned. “I’ll think about it.”
A pinch at your hip followed after, slightly ticklish. “I’m kidding!” You grinned. “Of course.”
💌 mika’s message Was this nothing burger , everything bagel , Or mediocre salad. Please let me know cuz I don’t even. I Just. SMUT IS GETTING REPETITIVE IDK HOW TO STRAY OUTSIDE OF THIS VANILLANESS , Let me open up a private browser and lock in or smth idk Anhmore. My field experience is not helping anymore either i just don’t know. Sorry was that tmi. Okay ignore me.
Imagine fucking him in the employee break room in exchange for a drink that you couldn't pay for because you accidentally left your card at home and asked him if you could do a alternative payment in exchange for the drink
Possibly that was your plan all along because your been eyeing the handsome bartender for weeks after discovering a new bar opened up, yeah he made amazing drinks but he was also extremely hot,for weeks you made any excuse to go there at least once a week just to steal a glance at him
Bartender Jongseob knew from the beginning that you weren't just interested in his drinks so the moment you suggested the alternative payment he agreed, for weeks he has been Fantasizing about how good your pussy would clench around his cock, how he would suck your tits till you couldn't take it anymore, how good you would taste when riding his face, and how good your mouth would feel around his cock
In exchange for the free drinks he told you that after the bar closes you could meet him in the employee break room, nobody would catch y'all in there due to the bar being closed
Immediately he pushed you onto the table,sinking down to sit in between your thighs he pulled your extremely wet panties off and started sucking your clit,I feel like he'd definitely try to see how many fingers you could take and he sucked your clit
The moment you squirted he got up pulled his underwear off and inserted himself in you, I don't think jongseob would be too big but I feel like he's not small either,he's around 7 inches, not that girthy but not too thin either, he's definitely the type to play with your clit as he fucks you nice and slow at first before speeding up
I think he wouldnt cum inside of you but on your stomach
I’m going insane does he know I’m insane? It’s literally all over the screen bro HELLOOO AND HE SANG AMNESIA LIKE WTH I HAVE SUCH FOMO AND IM SO JEALOUS STOP DOMT EVEN RN BRO HE LOOKS SO GOOD AND SO HOTT 😫😫😫😫
Intak would definitely have a noona kink, I can imagine him down on his knees begging for your attention while you are finishing a work project at your desk at home, because you are ignoring him he decided to be naughty, you know he's down there and you know whats about to happen you just want to see how much he craves your attention, next thing you know he's under your desk hands gripping your thighs open as he desperately laps at your clit,"such a good boy" you moan as he sucks your clit,you're gripping his hair moaning as he sucks harder trying to push you over the edge, suddenly you squirt,"noona did I do good?" he looks up at you face wet and staring up at you with puppy dog eyes
Jiung is the type to fuck you in his car after picking you up from work,
He's a empathetic man and understands how much stress you are under so the idea pops into his head to offer to let you ride him to relieve some of that stress,
He'd probably drive somewhere close by without a lot of people who could see and park his car there
I feel like he's the type to keep a couple condoms in his car for you
(Authors note sorry this is ass, work fried my brain today but I'm just putting random thoughts out here)
kamden : definitely clothed grinding down on you make out soft kisses and touches leading up to it because hes too shy to ask but once hes over the shyness hes whimpering every time his light pink drenched tip brushes the right part of his boxers hes even more satisfied when you make noise because he wants to know you feel just as good as he does and when you cum he's suddenly rock hard all over again.
Kyrell : his fingers. why? because he knows you love his hands even without you telling him the way you glance at his fingers and the way you get soaked when they barely brush your thighs the way you get all jumpy when his hands fall on your ass with a gentle squeeze. his fingers entering slowly teasing your begging hole. and when you cum its finally time for his favorite part fucking you.
Mackiah : his tongue. cant tell me this man isnt an eater eating more for his pleasure than yours but of course he cares if you feel good but he also knows you love his tongue. he could go down for hours he may overstim you just a little but not on purpose hes the type to tongue fuck you into cumming and get rock hard from your pleasure no matter how many times hes done it.
Siyun : untouched or your nipples. hes lowkey mean but not mean to the point he starves your orgasm but he knows how sensitive you are especially when it comes to your chest he loves watching you squirm but what he loves most is to watch you enjoy the intense feeling the first time you came from him just touching you he was a bit shocked but then he forced another orgasm out of you and since then at least once he uses your nipples against you.
Jiho : toys. specially a vibrator he can control but he doesn't really tease you or edge you unless you ask of course hes too sweet for that hed give you all the pleasure and more maybe accidentally overstimulating you because hes just a kitty he didn't mean to....but whats that he came in his pants for watching you.
Brian : on his dick. he just loves feeling you squeeze him especially when its hard for him to pull out he loved watching your face contort and scrunch from how much his big cock is stretching you if you tell him its too big it boosts his ego. as soon as he feels your close he knows his orgasm is near too you hole is getting filled.
Seungmo : also on his dick. but he always prefers for you to ride him or be on top of him just so he can see your chest he loves being able to pull you down onto his dick so you can feel right in your stomach while he asks can you feel it. he knows you love dirty talk as soon as he opens his nasty mouth you are close to cumming he comes seconds before you because he cant hold it you just look too good and the way you clench gosh hes a sucker for you:(
Soul is the type to fuck you nice and deep as he turns the vibrator that he is currently holding against your clit to the highest setting,he has amazing stamina and would love to tease and edge you, right when you are gonna cum he turns the vibrator off, he would turn it back on again and after 3 times of you begging to cum he finally let's you and hes the type to cum with you
Keeho has a big thick veiny dick I just know he's circumcised and he's the type to shave not just for you but because he feels better shaved,I know it will take a lot of prep but he's a patient guy so he'd probably make you cum with his mouth twice and fingers twice before he even sticks it inside
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