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San posted this and I just had to make something
Warnings: Masturbation (San is jerking off thinking about you)
SMUT BELOW THE CUT!!
It’s 2:27 am on a Monday, San is still awake. You had left the day before to travel to work abroad for a week.
You told him that he could come with you but with the recent comeback his schedule is packed.
But he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
He thought about your laugh when he was tickling you as you cuddled on the couch.
He thought about your nipples that were visible through one of his t-shirts he gave you.
He thought about the beautiful noises you made every time his cock dragged along your walls, how he pressed your vibrator onto your clit as he was fucking you.
He thought about the pure bliss he experienced when you trapped him between your thighs as he devoured you.
God he was hard.
Rubbing his erection through his sweatpants, he slowly took himself out.
He spat into his hand and stroked himself slowly. His moans long and loud.
He thought about the sight of his cock disappearing inside your warm walls. The shaft getting more and more coveted from you slick.
As he stroked he applied more pressure at his tip.
“ffuck, more pl-please,” he leaned his head back against the headboard.
As he quickened his pace, he imagined if it was your hand stroking him instead.
Him laying on your chest as you play with him at your mercy.
He was so so close. Already pent up and he didn’t even have enough personal time to release all of his stress and tension.
With another stroke and more applied pressure at his tip, ropes of hot thick cum shot out.
San shot his head back and moaned your name like you were there.
Coming down from his high, he saw his phone screen flash with the name “My Baby <3.”
hi guys
Writing a fic on ao3 rn🥹 its just a nicer place for me to write long fics. One shots i feel are better on here. If anyone wants to read it: it's a woosan fic and the name is Unscripted!! <3
Does anyone wanna read it🥹🥹or are y'all not on ao3
Not me dreaming about San's bush wtf HAHAHA
Writing a fic on ao3 rn🥹 its just a nicer place for me to write long fics. One shots i feel are better on here. If anyone wants to read it: it's a woosan fic and the name is Unscripted!! <3
JONGHO for Dazed Korea (July Issue) cr. bhodduck
I know I don't usually come on here anymore but THE NEW ATEEZ COMEBACK SLAPS OH MY GOOOODDDD AY MAMACITAAAAAAA GOT ME EXCITEDDD
seonghwa with kink 10+/22, line number 49, scenario number 63??? looking forward!
I took this request to a whole other level hehe so I hope you'll enjoy this!❤️ xo
MOONLIGHT || PARK SEONGHWA
Genre: Smut, Light angst (bc of the forbidden love thing)
Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem reader
Word Count: 1.8K
Tags/Warnings: Forbidden love, Royal!AU, Queen!reader, commoner!Seonghwa, Historical!AU (Joseon Dynasty,, about 600-700 years ago), sub!Seonghwa, exhibitionism, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, unprotected sex, praise kink, squirting
Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123
ENJOY!
You knew it was wrong and it was frowned upon. The entire country would hate you immensely if they had a clue about what was going on. If they knew about your love and desire for a commoner, instead of a man of royal status you'd be dead. They'd be filled with disgust and most likely riot and demand you to give the throne to your brother.
But you couldn't stay away from him. His eyes shone in the moonlit sky, dazzling like diamonds and full of emotion. His hair long and curly, washed thoroughly after a day of working on the land. He was always keen on hygiene, more than any man and he always went out of his way to make sure he was washed before secretly visiting you.
Seonghwa's lips were full and plump and you loved the way they pressed against your own or onto the soft delicate skin of your neck. You adored the way his cock hardened in his pants when you showed him your skin. You could not wait to see him again.
Whenever you and Seonghwa had a rendezvous in the secret garden you made sure to wear a beautiful dress, but nothing too big because it would be inconvenient. You never took it off entirely because it's a hassle to put it back on by yourself but you would always bend over, wearing nothing underneath your dress and letting your lover admire and lick your awaiting pussy.
Your heart beat loudly in your chest as you sneaked out of your room. The door was guarded by at least 10 men so you could only go out the window and pull off some acrobatic tricks for you to make it to the ground. Luckily you made it and you quickly made your way into the secret garden.
Seonghwa was exceptionally needy tonight when you spotted him in the garden, cock already stiff in his pants. He greeted you with a passionaty and needy kiss.
"I'm really hard for you right now," he breathed against your lips, "My royal highness, my queen." You smirked and pulled him closer, cupping his beautiful and soft cheeks. "I'm here darling, I'm here to take care of you."
You pushed up the shirt he had on, revealing his torso and hardened nipples. "I'm sorry I didn't have a cleaner shirt," he apologized, looking down. "Darling, it's okay, you do your best and I love you for that," you smiled, "it's fine. Let's just get started before they realize I'm gone."
You pressed kisses over his chest and moved down to his pecs, kissing and licking his nipples. Seonghwa whimpered, his breath hitching in his throat. "O-oh," he moaned out softly.
Your tongue played with the sensitive bud, slightly biting down on it, making him yelp. You quickly covered his mouth with your hand and he whimpered again. "No loud sounds," you ordered. He nodded quickly, "yes, my Queen." "That's a good boy."
His cock twitched in his pants at the feeling of your fingers playing with his nipples as your mouth worked on his neck. "Your majesty," he moaned out, fingertips trailing your hips. "Could I please, please taste you? I have been desiring it so much. Just one lick will be enough, please," he begged you.
"You can have more than one lick, my love, you can have it all," you smiled, caressing his tan skin softly before bending over and pulling the skirt of your dress up. Seonghwa gasped as he fell to his knees behind you, hands roaming the back of your thighs as he brought his tongue to your dripping cunt.
Seonghwa's long tongue slid through your glistening folds before diving deep into your core. You felt magic inside you, pure magic. Everytime your dear Seonghwa pleasured you with his mouth he got excited like when a dog gets a treat.
He was a virgin before you, a shy boy accidentally running into the queen and fearing his life for it. But you found him the most beautiful man you had ever seen, much more beautiful than any man your late father had chosen as a suitor for you. As an independant woman you wanted to choose your own suitor, which was hard while being in love with a commoner.
Even though he didn't have fair or light skin, even though his hair wasn't combed neatly, even though he was on the skinnier side, you wanted him.
During the first time you had sneaked him into your room, but he nearly got caught and you did not want to put him in any danger again so you only got to have sex outside; meaning you could not do it when it got cold outside as you feared either of you would get sick.
He had confessed to being a virgin and you knew you were supposed to be one as well, but you weren't like the other princesses, you were brave and strong and you were fierce, not one to back down and definitely one to get whatever you wanted.
You could immediately tell Seonghwa was submissive, he was truly a good boy and he followed every direction that you gave him. You had sex five times that night and many secret sessions happened after that. You trained him to be your personal toy, but not in some toxic way. You loved him and he loved the way you told him to do things and he lived to pleasure you.
Now Seonghwa ate you out like his life depended on it and you had a lot of trouble holding in your moans, but you had to be quiet, so quiet, because what if the guards found you? Dear God, you couldn't even imagine what would happen.
You felt his tongue on your clit, moving around and licking and sucking eagerly, making your empty hole clench as you felt your orgasm approaching. "Yes, yes that's a good boy, what a good boy, I'm gonna come, gonna come on your tongue, darling," you whispered as you surpressed your moans.
It only took a few more seconds for you to unravel on his tongue, coming and squirting on his gorgeous face. He moaned into your pussy as he rode out your orgasm before pulling away. He helped you pull down the skirt of your dress properly as you got up.
Seonghwa stayed down on his knees as he looked up at you with his big, beautiful brown eyes lips coated with your arousal. "Thank you, your majesty, for letting me taste you, you are the most-"
"Quiet, babyboy, quiet," you shushed him. "Take off your pants." He nodded and got rid of his pants, revealing his hard length between his slightly bruised legs. "Have you been working too hard again? You'll have to be more careful," you said as you caressed his hair. He nodded and swallowed thickly, drowning into your moonlit eyes.
You laid him down in the grass and sat on your knees, taking his hard cock in your delicate hands. You pumped his cock fast and steady in the way you knew he liked it. "O-oh, m-my queen, m-majesty!" He cried out, ''it's so good majesty, so good, so good!''
Your movements stopped quickly and you covered his mouth. You looked around, trying to hear if there was a guard who was close. "You have to stop making sounds, sweetie. I know you are feeling good, but you have to keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"
"Yes, your majesty."
Your hand wrapped around his cock again and you jerked him off, his breath quickening and his hips bucking up. "Gonna cum, precious?" You whispered. He nodded eagerly, biting his lip to stop from screaming your name.
Soon enough his white cum spurted over your hands, but you kept going and going, pumping his length in your hands. Tears formed in Seonghwa's eyes as the pleasure simply became too much, coming once again and coating your hands and his abdomen with his seeds.
"Fuck, fuck, s-stop, please," he begged you, whispering underneath his breath. "One more before I fuck you, okay? One more, one more, darling." "B-but y-your majesty," he cried out.
"WHO IS THERE?"
Your hand covered his mouth as you kept on pumping his dick up and down as you heard two guards shuffling around. They can't find you, you made sure of that. They could never find you, so you kept going as Seonghwa looked at you with fear in his eyes. Tears fell down his cheeks as his body trembled with pleasure.
You didn't say a thing but you held eyecontact, so he'd know he was okay and you were gonna keep going, you were gonna make him cum and then you were gonna fuck him. Tonight you would let him cum inside you, tonight you would. He had been so good, he deserved it. So when Seonghwa came again and coated your hands white you lifted up your heavy skirt and sank down on his sensitive dick. You pulled him up and held your hand in front of his mouth, ordering him to lick it clean.
His pink tongue grazed your hand and licked his cum off, savoring the salty flavour as you rode his long rigid cock. You felt his length hit all the good spots inside you as his hips bucked up into you. "Oh my God," he cried out as he muffled his own moans with his hand.
You held him close and nearly pressed his face into your bosom. He inhaled your scent and wrapped his arms around you as his breathing picked up. So did yours and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.
"Cum inside me tonight, fill me up babyboy, you've been so good," you breathed out. He sobbed out of pleasure and came hard, filling your cunt up entirely. The twitching of his cock made you clench around him and cum hard. You threw your head back and panted out his name as you rode out your orgasms.
When you had calmed down you held him for a while and cleaned him as much as you could. You said your goodbyes again and promised to see him again in exactly four months; when the cold season will be fading away and the cherry blossoms will arrive.
You would live with the struggle of not statisfying the folk by not having a suitor yet, but you would play it off, until you found a reason, a way not to lose Seonghwa. You would make sure to find it, because you wanted him by your side, always, because you were over the moon for him. And you wanted to see him when the moon wasn't shining as well. And one day you would.
🅳🅾🆄🅱🅻🅴 🅻🅾🅰🅳
🧺Pairing: Porn actor! Seonghwa x Director! Reader (f) x Porn actor! San
🧺Genre: smut, pwp
🧺Au: porn industry, director, porn star
🧺Trope: position of power, employer/employee
🧺Rating: 18+, MDNI
🧺Warnings: clothes ripping, threesome, double penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, mxm, groping, dirty talk, verbal instruction, switch! san, switch! reader, switch! seonghwa, dick drunk! reader, clit play
🧺Word Count: 3,106
🧺Summary: after a demonstration on set with your two male leads, they corner you in your trailer, and insist on a more hands on approach to the next scene
🧺Author's note: ... i don't want to talk about it. this is what happens when i'm left to my own devices....
You sigh and rub your eyebrow tiredly. This has been the seventh take of what was supposed to be a tasteful, slightly corny, but by EVERY means for the female eye porno. Your female actor was too used to acting it up for the male gaze and it was fucking with your vision.
You pull off your headphones and stomp over to the scene in the laundromat. “Let me show you what I want.”
Park Seonghwa, in his short top and jeans slung low, underwear band playing peekaboo and tanned skin out for display, stood leaning back against the washing machines, double stacked.
“Can I touch you?” You make a point of asking. You may be in the porn industry but it was especially important that the actors feel comfortable. When Seonghwa nods slowly, like he’s a deer in the headlights, you begin your example.
You looked pointedly at the female star, who was casually tying a robe over her skimpy clothes. You grabbed Seonghwa's hips, firmly pushing him up against the machine. “You’re the one in power. It’s taking two men to pleasure you,” You instruct.
You run the tip of your nose along the seam of skin that Seonghwa is flashing. “You’re enjoying yourself. You want to feel the heat of his skin against your tongue, like you could drink it off him.”
Seonghwa watches you with wide eyes. He’s a vet in the porno world but he’s never been manhandled like this before. Especially by the director of all things.
“You want to hear his noises, hear him moan. You can be drunk off your power and loving it but moaning for no reason is really going to throw a female viewer off,” You say, head still at height with Seonghwa’s crotch.
“And then--” You look over your shoulder at the newbie, San. “Come over here, San.”
Choi San, a rising star with an equally slutty waist, pads over hesitantly where you’re bent over in front of Seonghwa. His eyes are shaky, looking hesitant as his hands hover.
“Now San is enjoying what he’s seeing. He wants a piece too. But he has to be a good boy if he’s going to share,” You continue your narrative.
“Good boy?’ San squeaks.
You sigh. “Yes. Now put your hands on my hips.”
San’s hot hands grip your hips firmly. He may be a newbie but he was good at his job.
“So while you’re busy sucking Seonghwa off, because you do so enjoy the weight of him on your tongue, San is nudging up against you, begging for access. You can pop off Seonghwa to answer San, but it has to be a place of power. You’re not begging him to fuck you. He’s gotta show that it’s worth taking the two of them at the same time.”
“Wow,” is all the female star can say.
You stand up suddenly and clap. “Got it?” Both San and Seonghwa nod quickly in response. You smile, full of sunshine. “Good. Let’s go for another take.”
You sit in your chair, pulling your headphones back on, and sitting forward in your chair. “And action!”
The female star takes her cues from you very well, changing her attitude immediately. Seonghwa appears as melted candy in her hands and it’s exactly what you wanted. You did a careful pandown of Seonghwa’s body, from top to bottom. You managed to capture his eyebrows curved inward and the pop of his full lips as his teeth let them go.
You raised your hand to silently count down until San entered the scene. His eyes were hooded as he took in the scene before him. Bronze skin on display because of the hot weather made him even more readily available than Seonghwa. Suddenly, the main female star has more options than she thought. You smiled inwardly, feeling glee at the female empowerment.
The next hour or so goes seamlessly and you call for a break.
Seonghwa and San make a beeline for you, after your assistant took your afternoon coffee order.
“Can we get some notes for the next scene?” San asks eagerly.
“We?’ You raise an eyebrow in Seonghwa’s direction.
The older actor nods enthusiastically. “It’s been eye opening to hear your perspective.”
You turn around to head to the back door of the laundromat. You crook two fingers to guide the two actors behind you. “My trailer has air conditioning. Let's go boys.”
Once inside, reclining against the sink, you open your script to refresh yourself. The next scene was the actress getting double timed by the two men. San takes a seat on the bench with the table and Seonghwa sits on the other end.
“So this next part, after being spitroasted by the two of you, is…” You lick your finger and flip the pages.
Upon the pause in your words, San pipes up. “You never acted, did you?”
Your gaze slowly rises above the script pages. “Why do you ask?”
Seonghwa exchanges a long glance with San. “Well, it just seems you have a lot of experience with this. And considering how you want to change the perception…”
“I’ve had a couple of indie films that were sensual enough that I had a few porn production companies ask me to try my hand at one of their films. I knew I wasn’t going to produce anything that they’d like. Or that they’d butcher my script. But when a female run company approached me, I knew it was time,” You provide.
“So… this vision comes from different experience?’ San continues.
You chuckle lowly. “Are you asking me if this comes from personal experience, San?”
San scratches the back of his head. “I mean… does it?”
Cheeky bugger, this one. “Can’t film a porn if I’m an innocent soul, hmmm?” You hum.
“Well, no, what I mean is--!” San sputtered and you found it cute.
“She’s playing with you, San.” Seonghwa claps the younger’s back. “The script is definitely yours,” he says to you. “I can feel your voice right now and it is so similar to the narrative.”
You can’t help but shrug. “A woman in power is a heady thing.” You straighten your spine to get back into the professional head space. “Back to the script, the scene--”
“It’s my turn, right?” Seonghwa interrupts your train of thought.
You lay down the script. “Exactly. The main character has decided what she’s had in her mouth she’d like to feel inside of her. And she can’t leave out her new toy, so she decides she’ll take San from behind.”
“Can you show us?” San wonders.
Casting was easy with this one. You had judged him too quickly when he had walked into the room. Natural bitch face had you pegging him as one of those ‘take’er from behind and slap that ass’ type man. But the minute he read your script, wet eyes big and begging, you knew he’d be perfect.
“The position is that San, with his arms, is going to hold the female up and open for Seonghwa,” You supply.
Seonghwa stood up along with San. “Won’t that be uncomfortable for her?”
“She’s been warned. A few stretches will do wonders for her,” You shake your head.
“I think he means, would that really be comfortable if they were truly having sex?” San clarifies.
You frown. “Well, no, it’s actually quite easy--”
San’s hands descend on your shoulders, having taken his place behind you. Oh. They wanted that kind of show. Whatever helped them film the scene better, you supposed.
You lean a little bit against San’s firm chest. “So, to start you’re gonna lift one of her legs by the back of her thigh. You want to almost brag to Seonghwa that you came inside her first. Your cum should be dripping out of her, and Seonghwa says--”
“--I can’t see that well, lift her other leg,” Seonghwa supplies in a sultry tone.
You nod. “Exactly so then--” You can’t help but squeal as San puts you in the position that the female actor is going to be. His hands grip your thighs firmly, immediately burning a handprint through your leggings.
“I’m turned on by another man’s cum dripping out of your pussy or I’m simply eager to add my own to the mix?” Seonghwa wonders.
“Uh, well, I was thinking the latter,” You supply.
Seonghwa nods slowly like he’s absorbing your words. “But San’s got no way to maneuver himself inside of you. He’s using his hands to hold you up.”
You’d let the freudian slips go. “If you check the script, it says that--”
San begins to lift you slowly up. “Aren’t I supposed to let my cum run down your cunt and coat my cock?”
Okay, one of them making a mistake you could accept but the both of them? “Her cunt. Yes, and then--”
“Can I help him?” Seonghwa asks.
He’s awfully close to you now, his lips turned inward as if he’s anticipating your response.
“To put himself inside of her?” You ask. Seonghwa nods. “Well, I suppose that adlib wouldn’t be horrible. I wasn’t exactly looking to festishize two males in this one, though.”
“It’s just one bro helping another. What if he slips while trying to push in?” Seonghwa supplies.
San’s most definitely getting turned in by the conversation. His bulge is between your ass cheeks now. He must be trying to figure out how high he’ll have to raise you--her---so that he can penetrate the asshole.
“So, we can practise this on set with your co-star. Now if you’ll just let me down, San.” You wait but you don’t feel the release of San’s muscles. “San?”
“Wouldn’t it be better if we practised more?” Seonghwa meets your gaze, eyes searching out yours.
You raise both eyebrows. “I think this is plenty, don’t you?”
Seonghwa shakes his head. “I thought I’d help a newbie out. San’s not done anal on camera before. We should pop his cherry before you get back in your directing chair.”
Well, that’s a new one.
“With me.” You state.
“Who better to practise with than the one with the vision? You can give us notes afterwards. Learning first hand would give me such an edge moving forward,” San murmurs into your ear.
Your nipples tighten under your shirt. Instead, you say, “This is so unprofessional.” You squirm slightly in San’s grasp but he adjusts quickly, not letting you go.
Seonghwa shakes his head, his fringe in his eyes making him blink cutely, helping his case. “Surely not. It’s our profession and yours. You tell us where to go, just like on set, and we’ll follow your lead. You’ve got the lines memorized, right, San?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” San says, straight from the script and going right to your stomach, curling there like a purring cat.
“Don’t you want this too?” You reply with a husky voice, unable to help your tone.
“It’s more important that this is what you need,” Seonghwa purrs.
“I need both of you inside of me.” Your voice is wobbling by now.
“This is in the way though,” Seonghwa muses.
“No no, wait--!”
Before you get a chance to tell Seonghwa to not ruin your only pair of pants on set, Seonghwa's already tearing the crotch apart. The satisfying ripping sound is like music to your director’s ears, however.
Seonghwa lets out a very male chuckle. “Oh, she’s gooey.”
“Excuse you,” You cough out.
“It’s too bad it isn’t my cum though,” San laments.
Jesus, how long had these two been planning this? Was it because of your demonstration earlier?
“Good point,” Seonghwa agrees, lips pursed in thought.
“Where else are you going to get lube at a laundromat?” You laugh weakly.
“Mmmm, spit will just have to do,” San says.
“Oh no, young padewan,” Seonghwa shakes his head, his shoulders moving with silent laughter. “Spit will dry too quickly. Get inside of her cunt first, coat yourself with her wetness, then fuck her ass.”
“Oh, pro tips coming from a pro, huh?” You can hear the grin in San’s voice.
“Also you’re putting the cart before the horse. You have to get out of your pants first,” Seonghwa says with a crooked, playful grin.
“Weren’t you supposed to be helping me with that?” San reminds Seonghwa.
Seonghwa looks at you inquiringly. “Well, Director? What do you think?”
“Tease--” You croak so you have to clear your throat. “Tease him.”
Seonghwa looks over your shoulder to San. “You didn’t say anything earlier.”
“Please, Papi, tease me,” San coos and then laughs.
The joking between them relaxes some muscles in you. Two men being at ease with each other, especially on set, was settling whatever nerve had been holding you back.
“That’s it, sweetheart, use my chest to relax. It’s us pleasing you, remember?” San murmurs.
Those plush lips of his brush along your neck and you find yourself turning your head to give him better access. When San moans into the crook of your neck, you know that Seonghwa has found his target.
“There we go, I didn’t even have to do anything,” Seonghwa whispers quietly. “Sannie was nice and hard for you already. Now we just have to get him inside of you.”
Seonghwa angles San so that the younger man can penetrate you. You and San groan in unison as he slides right into you without any resistance. With all of your weight in San’s hands and arms, the pornstar flexes his abdomen and shallowly thrusts inside of you. You whimper at the stimulation.
“Just enough to coat it,” Seonghwa reminds San. “Remember, that’s my hole.”
“Yeah yeah,” San grumbles. “She’s clamping down on me so hard though. It’s like she doesn’t want me to leave.”
You’ve got a problem on your hands: you’re already dumb on San’s cock.
“No no, don’t leave,” You moan. “So good.”
Seonghwa grips your chin to bring you back to reality. “C’mon, lover, don’t go soft on us now.”
“So good,” You whine.
Seonghwa captures your lips in a kiss. “God, you’re cute when you’re pussy drunk.”
“No!’ You whimper as San slowly pulls out of you.
“It’s okay,” San reassures you. “I won’t leave you empty for long.”
With the aid of Seonghwa again, San penetrates your puckered hole, more slowly this time. When he’s full hilt inside of you, you mewl when he doesn’t make any movement.
“So demanding,” Seonghwa jokes, flipping to the script.
You attempt to pull some moisture into your mouth by licking your lips. One of your hands clasps the back of Seonghwa’s neck. “You better finish inside of me before my loads are done, otherwise, I’ll be the one you never finished.”
Seonghwa flashes you a crooked, slow smile that makes your insides melt even more. “It would be my pleasure.”
Seonghwa’s hand moves to the small of your back to push your lower half further out, somewhat pulling San out of you but pushing into you nonetheless.
“Oh, oh my god,” You curse at just how full it is to feel this way. Again.
“That’s not the line, Miss Director. Should we call cut and roll it back?” San wonders. He pulls you back down on his length, pulling Seonghwa out.
“No, no, I can do it,” You gasp, pulling yourself back from the lust-fog that’s covered your mind. “I want to feel like you’re fucking me on the washing machine, come on boys,” You whine.
Then it’s off to the races as the two pornstars fuck you like they’re being filmed. You can feel San’s body rolling behind you, small puffs of air hitting the back of your neck. Seonghwa almost doesn’t have to do anything to move in and out of you, so he takes advantage of his free hands and holds your head in place for messy kisses. San whines about being left out and you watch in awe as the two exchange a kiss full of tongue and saliva.
“I’m not going to last very long,” You admit.
“I thought it took two dicks to even make you come?” Seonghwa counters with the lines from the script.
“It’s just so good. I forgot. Oh please please please don’t slow down. You’ve got to recover and then we’ve got to shoot and--”
Any further real life invasive thoughts are gone as Seonghwa sucks his thumb and then begins to rub your clit.
“Let’s see you come, Director,” Seonghwa suggests.
“Are your come noises pornographic?” You could picture the adorable eye smile of San’s right now at his pun.
Your back arches, your toes point, and your legs spread as you come hard enough to see stars behind your eyes. You don’t even attempt to quiet your groans as they both fuck you through your orgasm and search out their own.
“Fu-fill me up,” You manage to stutter.
San’s first to go, bringing his hips flush to your ass and releasing with a low groan. He holds your legs wide as Seonghwa finishes next, nose scrunched up and unloading everything he’s got.
“Not sure our co-star will be able to live up to that performance,” Seonghwa teases you.
“Oh god,” You moan. “San let go of my legs. One at a time, mind you, please.”
San does as you ask, Seonghwa’s hand firmly on your waist in aid. Your face heats up as you feel both loads of cum slowly start to leak out of you. You clench as hard as you can with both holes.
“No one speaks of this,” You command.
San dips his head, his eyes searching out yours. “Because this is going to happen more often or..?”
Seonghwa starts to laugh at the rookie’s insistence. “That can be the price for our silence,” he offers, eyes shining with amusement.
You rub your eyebrows in worry. “We’ll figure out the semantics later. Clean up and I’m going to see if my assistant can’t find me another pair of leggings.”
“No notes?” San pouts.
“I think the fact that she was dick-drunk was enough,” Seonghwa supplies.
When both male pornstars leave your trailer, you hear the perky voice of the female actress from outside of your trailer.
“Where have you two been?” She wonders.
“Getting notes from the director,” San says immediately.
“She’s great, isn’t she?” the female actress sighs happily.
“Oh, better than you can imagine,” Seonghwa confirms.
The male laughter you can hear from inside your trailer is enough to get your face heated up again. Filming the rest of this movie was going to be a pain in your ass… literally.
This was so good and entertaining, just as always 😍😍😍
They are both so chill and Sannie is so cute, especially when he tries to be funny 😂❤️
pillow princess
arrmmmmsss.... armmssas,d, asrmmsss,,
bf!san x f!reader
content: headlock, mirror play, recording, pronebone
wc: 2k
thinking about san...
you kind of wished he had never found out about it. not really, but now it certainly seems he likes to use it as leverage against you.
your boyfriend was gentle in all the ways that count. soft touches that made you feel like precious art. sweet words of encouragement that made you feel seen. but sometimes you feel like he might be too gentle with you.
the only times he ever let that soft-handed mask down were when he was fucking you.
and the first time he ever found out about your little infatuation, he seemed to have grown a little more comfortable with roughing it up a little.
“oh god… oh baby. fuck, you feel so good.” on your stomach, face pressed into the sheets, san’s face nudged in the tight space where your neck meets your shoulder. his arms caged either side of your head, resting his forearms next to your ears.
his chest was glued to your back, your spine digging into his stomach. bare and hot and wet, your bodies pressed against each other without an inch of space to speak for. your entire body shivered when he forced himself deeper into you, his curved, thick cock splitting your cunt open.
this position had him so deep, so invasive, so full. his hips rolled against the flesh of your ass, san’s voice dipping low in needy moans when you squeezed around him while he pulled his hips back, listening to the slick sound your pussy made, trying to keep him inside.
“pussy’s so warm today, baby.” he lets his mouth fall open against the shell of your ear, panting and groaning to make your brain melt. “making me feel so fucking crazy, you make me feel crazy, pretty.”
you forced your head out of the pillow when you felt his thrusts slow to a deep grind, pulling a ragged whine from your mouth. you pried your eyes open to watch as his arms moved around your head.
“turn, look at us.” he kisses below your ear, and drags his tongue up the side of your cheek. his right arm reaches and grabs his phone from the corner of the bed, holding it tight in his hand and scrolling and pressing buttons.
you forget he keeps a tall mirror against his bedroom wall, right next to the end of his bed. you can see the top halves of your melded bodies. his big, broad shoulders shadow your littler form under him. his soft, flushed face meeting your eyes in the reflection, his big, meaty arms flexing and twitching around your head every time he moved.
you watch to try and see what he was doing, and he punishes your nosiness with a sharp, deep thrust that makes your calf lock up.
“mind your business, babydoll.” he grumbles, then you feel it. his left arm curls around the front of your throat, tight. the muscles twitch and contract over your neck, just enough to limit your breathing. snug, warm and secure around the front of your throat.
he feels you tighten around his cock, and it makes his skin prickle. “ooh, fuck…” he groans and you feel his voice vibrate against your back. you forced your eyes up and you can see his phone recording your reflection in the mirror. catching the fucked out look on your face, his thick arm wrapped around your throat in an owning headlock.
his mouth spreads into a sly grin when your eyes roll when he pulls back his hips and then sinks his cock back into you so slowly, so smoothly, your legs jerk under him to try and escape the feeling.
“my soft little slut…” san leans down to whisper in your ear, the flash of his camera moving with each thrust. he licks the tears that pool at the corner of your eyes before he drags his head back up to watch you both in the mirror.
“look at you go, baby.” he praises around a heated smile. “drooling all over my arm like some kind of puppy. does that feel good? hm?”
you whimper out an incoherent agreement, and he giggles softly, littering the nape of your neck with soft kisses. he adjusts his hips to drag against that deeper, sweeter spot, that makes you still and lightly sink your teeth into his arm.
he keeps that meaner pace, deep heavy strokes in your guts that you can do nothing but lie under his body and take. his arm around your neck made clouds swim around in your brain. he tightens the hold, and you squeal loudly, barely catching the way he zooms in with his phone to better catch the pretty look on your face.
your cheeks squished by his muscles, your eyes desperate and heavy-lidded. he thought you looked so cute, and who would’ve thought that all he had to do to get you this needy was to put you in a headlock.
san fucks you greedily, the curve of him perfectly hitting that spot that turned your mind off. his voice egged you on, his low moans, and his pretty heavy breaths. groaning ’mhms’ of approval with every thrust into you as if he was grading the feel of your cunt around him. with every stroke, you only seemed to get even wetter, and the proof was the sticky web of your slick that clung to his base.
“mm, i love fucking my baby, slow… and stupid.” he attaches his lips to the pulse point on your neck, sucking and running his tongue over the sensitive spot of skin. “jus wanna fuck you so deep it hurts.”
he’s in your ear, talking to you and only you. all the while his phone catches every moment, every thrust and every moan.
his lower stomach repeatedly brushes against your back, his cock stirring up your insides at the most, torturous and delicate pace. the slow smack of flesh, the sticky hollow sound of your cunt swallowing all of him.
you feel his knees brace against either side of your hips again, adjusting his posture a little. his arm around your throat tightens to your near limit, his head nudges against your neck, his lips whispering against your cheek.
this way he uses your neck as leverage to anchor is body to allow him to fuck his cock into you a little faster, a little rougher.
“yeah, baby, yeah. take all of me. all of me.” san’s voice drops into a breathy purr, pressing his lips directly against your ear, the soft skin tickling you. “givin this pussy a workout hm?”
you groan and kick your feet, and he laughs at you as hand from the arm he’s got your neck trapped in buries itself in your tangled hair and yanks your head to the side so you’re fully facing the mirror, your ear resting below his jaw.
“you like to be lazy. you like to lie here— fuck… lie here and take dick, helpless and limp. let sannie do all the work huh, princess? let this pussy do all the work for you?”
he turns his head and your eyes catch in the mirror. his eyes are lidded, competent and heated. yours are foggy, tear-glazed, spent. he smiles at your expression and growls under his breath when you clench around his dick again.
his fingers scrape against your scalp with every heavy stroke of his hips, his pretty grunts and moans making your belly twist into swirls.
your hands grasp at the sheets, your cries coming out choked and breathy then more san fucked you, and he seemingly forgot that you needed to breathe until you tapped on his bicep to tell him to let up.
he does immediately, loosening the hold on your throat. you gasp and choke, but he doesn’t stop moving his hips, fucking you slow and deep while you regain your breath.
“aww, ‘m sorry babydoll.” he kisses your temple and you could feel him giggle against your skin. his voice lowers to that brain ticking whisper and you feel your air stolen from you again.
“bet you would’ve looked so pretty passed out on my cock.” he finally sets down his phone and takes his now free hand and trails it down your body, running along the side of your waist, his hips never stopping that deep, languid push and pull.
“looking all soft and sleepy.” his hand snakes between your body and the bed and finds your clit with his coarse fingertips. you gasp and squirm under him, your body shaking as a plea for mercy. san only laughs, circling upwards against the sensitive nerves while he splits your pussy open, over and over and over again.
“think i could still make you cum in your sleep princess?” he whispers against your throat and you feel as his arm tightens its hold around your throat once again. you feel the bed start to shake and your cunt start to burn with pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling you long and deep at just the right angle.
“mmhm, soak my cock baby.” he growls under a moan, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and tasting the flushed skin on your throat. “make it smell like you.”
he bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow, his cock pounding into you so full he just might had been close to fucking your cervix.
his fingers on your clit continue to move at that dragging, spherical pattern that helps that pressure build slowly. stroke my stroke, praise by praise. you melt under his body while he uses you as he sees fit. your pussy sucks him in everytime he draws back, your pretty little moans make san’s head spin.
“gonna fuck myself to that video everynight while im on tour.” he promises against your skin, your orgasm dangerously close to sweeping you onto the floor. he rolls his hips with every thrust, forcing his fat tip to press against your gspot.
“eee..every n-night..?” you whimper deliriously, his cock effectively having cut off all cognitive function, a stupid smile spread across your face.
he laughs and kisses your shoulder as he rolls his hips a little harder. “mhm, every night baby. i'll send you some videos so this pussy-” he thrusts hard this time, as if acknowledging her himself. “-doesn't miss me too much. want you to remember how good i make you feel while i'm gone.”
you shake violently when his tip nudges that spot just right, and right at that moment you cum on the spot. your limbs jerk and twitch and once san’s felt you cumming he eases his hips into a faster rut, pounding your pussy through your orgasm, fucking you through it.
“there we go, there we go. let it take you baby, keep cumming, keep cumming for me.” he pinches your clit and teases it with gentle brushes while he mounts you on his mattress.
his arm is covered in your drool, the red indentations of your bite marks inflamed on his skin. san looks back at you in the mirror, and you’re too out of it to notice as he pulls out his phone again and starts to record the reflection.
your eyes are shut and your brows are furrowed in bliss, lips parted in pathetic whines, your cheek resting against his bicep. he keeps his eyes on the mirror as your face twists in overstimulation when he starts to grind his cock deep into you.
his muscles flex, and he can feel the strain in his wrist from continually holding the camera up to capture you two. your shoulder twitches every time he bottoms out into your pussy, and your eyelids flutter every time he presses his palm against your lower stomach. he catches every change in expression, every twitch of your body, every lilt in your moans.
he always misses you so bad when hes away, so he always makes sure he fucks you so unbelievably well that you could probably do without him for at least a few days.
until you’re sore, or your stomach burns, or you physically can’t cum anymore. and he’ll be so methodic, so thorough, so gentle. anything to get you satiated for the first few days in his absence.
he's gotta work you out of his system somehow anyway, or else he'll be a horny, delirious wreck on tour.
the videos help with his withdrawal symptoms.
ON-CALL || PARK SEONGHWA
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Tags/Warnings: Doctor!AU, intern!reader, peds* resident!Seonghwa, kinda inspired by Grey's Anatomy, dirty language, masturbation, dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, oral sex, unprotected sex, namecalling, slight hairpulling, slight spitting, praise
Helpful guide:
*Peds/pediatrician=doctor for kids
**pre-op = before operation
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"Dr. Y/L/N, you will be following Dr. Park Seonghwa today," your supervisor said as she finished her pep-talk of the day. Your supervisor, Dr. Long was a very kind and positive woman, always quirky and bright and she gathered her interns every morning before work to cheer them up and motivate them.
You'd been an intern for a few months and you were slowly getting used to the hard work. You vaguely knew dr. Park from several heroic stories. All the women seemed to swoon over him as they gossiped about his fine looks every day.
Pediatrics was not the field you wanted to pursue but you figured a look couldn't hurt. You met dr. Park Seonghwa right in front of room 204 and suddenly you understood why all the women gushed over his beauty.
Dr. Seonghwa was a tall man with a sleek and defined look. His hair was slightly curly, tucked behind his ear while a few front pieces fell in front of his eyes. His nose was prominent, eyes big like boba pearls and lips thick and they looked like they'd be softer than all the fluffy kittens in the world. God damn.
"H-Hi, dr. Park, I'm your intern for the day," you introduced yourself. "Right, Y/N, I got the note that you'd walk with me today. If you have any questions let me know, okay? Let's get inside now, we're here to see a ten year old boy pre-op**," Seonghwa said as he guided you into the room.
"Good morning Kang-In, you look bright this morning," Seonghwa said with a smile as he greeted the boy named Kang-In. "Thanks doc, I'm feeling uplifted, I'm finally getting my surgery today! I've waited two whole years for my new heart."
"That's right, this is Y/N, she's my intern for the day, she will do a quick exam on you to check up on your stats."
Seonghwa watched you do the exam on the boy and asked you several questions to test your knowledge and he was surprised at your smart and quick answers. You got a kick out of it, watching his impressed expression and his small nodds.
The entire day was pretty fun, Seonghwa was still quite a young doctor and he told about his job with a lot of passion which intrigued you. When you laid in the on-call room that night you couldn't sleep. All you could think of was Seonghwa, the living example of perfection.
You looked around briefly, you're all alone. Would it be horrible if you slipped your hands into your panties just for a little bit? Deciding it would be okay you took your pants off, kicking it on the floor. You opened your legs and felt the damp spot on your underwear. You closed your eyes and slid your hand in your panties, rubbing your wet folds. "Mmh doctor," you moaned softly as you rubbed your clit, coating it with your arousal.
Suddenly the door opened and revealed dr. Park, his eyes widened at the sight of your bare cunt right in front of him. He closed the door instantly and froze for a few seconds just like you. ''What the hell are you doing?'' ''U-Uhm... Just...'' you stammered, not knowing what to do when your superior walks in on you touching yourself to the thought of him. ''S-Sorry sir, fuck I just-''
''Open those legs wider, I can't see it well enough.''
You felt like your heart stopped at those words, breath hitching in your throat. ''W-What? Sir...'' ''Well you obviously wanted someone to walk in on you, so you should at least give me a good show, right?''
You bit your lip and spread your legs wider, giving him a good view on your wet cunt. ''Why give a show when you could come here and taste it?'' This sentence went straight to Seonghwa's dick and before he could hold himself back he kneeled down in front of you, eyeing your glistening wet cunt up and down ''Christ,'' he cursed underneath his breath, ''What a beautiful fucking pussy... Who got you this wet, Y/N?''
Seonghwa licked a stripe up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit. ''Y-You, I was thinking about you. Fuck, you're so hot doctor, you are so hot I couldn't help but think of having your cock stuffed inside me,'' you cried out. ''Fuck, you're such a little minx, I love slutty interns,'' he grunted against your pussy, lapping it up and down. His long and skillful tongue felt warm on your labia. Seonghwa's eyes stared deep into your soul, making you whimper.
''Fuck, I'll be your slutty intern, doctor,'' you moaned as Seonghwa dug his tongue deep into your core, fucking it in and out of your hole. You guessed he must fool around with all the women around here but you didn't care. In the moment you wanted nothing more than be used by him.
Your walls clenched around his tongue and you whined out his name. ''Please, it's not enough,'' you cried, ''I need your cock sir, please.'' He smirked against your pussy and lapped at your clit, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands desperately reached for his head full of curly raven locks of hair, grabbing them and pulling them slightly, making the doctor moan into your core. You wanted him badly but he would not budge, eating your pussy like a starved man.
''Fuck, you're such a good little wet slut, all for me to ruin, keep begging for my cock, princess,'' he grunted as he worked on your clit, sucking and biting on it as his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs. ''Y-Yes, yours, doctor! Y-yours to ruin!'' It was wrong, God, it was so wrong of you to sleep with him but why did it feel so good then?
Seonghwa pulled those thoughts right out of your brain again as he sucked particularly hard on your clit, making your hips buck up. You felt the familiar warmth coil in your abdomen and your body grew restless. He held you down and stopped you from moving and you couldn't do anything else but let him make you come undone.
The orgasm hit you like a truck, washing over you as you chanted his name over and over. Seonghwa rode out your high with his delicious tongue and finished it off by pressing soft kisses over your used pussy and thighs. He hurried to pull down his pants and underwear and get on top of you, lifting your legs up and letting them rest on his shoulders. Seonghwa gave you no warning as he pushed inside you, nearly folding you in half as he did.
Soon he started moving at a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room definitely able to be heard on the other side of the door. You could swear you heard a few giggles coming from the hallway but Seonghwa didn't accept the fact that your thoughts were drifting off again. He went harder, faster and with his fingers he grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open. He spat in your mouth and ordered you to swallow, as you did.
A cry left your lips when he suddenly seemed to have found a sensitive spot inside you, something not many of your past lovers were able to do. ''You're such a good fucking slut for me, such a cute little pussy for me to fuck. You're gonna let me do this to you often, hm? Gonna let me fuck this pussy over and over whenever I want it, right?''
You mewled at his words and could only whine and nodd your head, nothing else processing in your head. The sensitiveness of your previous orgasm was building up to a second one and before you knew it you were clenching down on his cock, coming once more for him. ''That's a fucking good slut, that's it,'' he praised you.
He fucked you roughly, seemingly chasing his own orgasm. The doctor pounded into your pussy with such force you nearly forgot how to breathe. You dug your nails into the skin of his shoulders, moaning over and over. He cursed underneath his breath and his thrusts grew sloppier. ''You're gonna let me breed this pretty pussy right? Gonna let me fill it up with my cum? You're such a good little slut, such a good little fucktoy! Fuck, take it baby, take my fucking load,that's it!''
Seonghwa came with a loud moan and his hips stilled, cum spurting deep inside you. The two of you panted softly as he pulled out and laid down next to you. Before you could say anything to him his pager went off and you sighed. He pulled his underwear and pants up and hopped off the bed. ''This isn't over yet,'' he says with a wink before exiting the on-call room.
You sighed deeply and squirmed a little, giddy with the thought of continuing later on.
CRAZY FORM || PARK SEONGHWA
For all the atinys that are horny after Seoul Day 1
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Bf!Seonghwa x Gf!Fem reader
Word Count: 1K
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, Backstage sex, Idol!Seonghwa, Doggy style, Dirty language, Spanking, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Namecalling, Rough sex
Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @hwa-stars
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You were nervous, watching Seonghwa on stage tonight. You were well aware of how much your boyfriend had practiced over the past months and how proud he was of all the performances and tonight he'd finally show you.
Seated in the crowd you could watch the entire show, but you'd have to rush to the back before any fan notices where you're going towards the end. During the last ment you spoke to your assignment bodyguard and he took you backstage, where you got to watch the rest of the show on a smaller screen.
You waited for your boyfriend to come backstage after the show and it made you nervous. You and Seonghwa had only been going out for a few months and you had never met up with him in person right after a performance because you wanted to be extra careful. That's why you were so excited to watch him do his thing live tonight.
The show ended and you swore you felt weak at the knees. You had no idea about the sexy song segment, let alone the slut-drop choreo with blindfolds and the sexy black outfit. You were embarrassed to admit he got you totally wet by letting you watch him perform like that.
One of the bodyguards brought you to a special room where you could wait for the guys without many people of the staff knowing who you are or why you're around.
Not much later the boys came in and you congratulated them on an amazing show. Lastly Seonghwa came in, who still seemed to have this star-aura around him. "Baby, I'm so proud of you," you cheered and you hugged him, not caring about the sweat.
A smile played on his lips as he wrapped you in his arms. "Yeah? You liked it?" "I totally did, you were absolutely incredible, Hwa!" "Hm, I bet you liked Wake Up and Deja Vu, didn't you?" You laughed and nodded, a small blush forming on your cheeks. "Yeah, I surely did," you admitted.
Seonghwa smirked and took your hand, pulling you into a more private and most importantly small changing room. "Hwa what are yo-"
You were stopped as he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss turns spicier and sloppier soon enough and his hands grope your thighs and ass. You whimper into his mouth and you feel his tongue slide in. "H-hwa," you moan into his mouth as he smacks the back of your thighs.
He pulled away and bended you over. You quickly leaned against the wall and gasped as Seonghwa yanked down your panties and pushed your skirt up. "Seonghwa, there are people right there!" "They know what we're doing and I don't give a flying fuck about it, Y/N. I wanna be inside you. I bet you're so fucking wet from watching me."
You whimpered and nodded as his fingers slid through your folds. "Y-yeah, fuck." He smirked and pumped 2 fingers into your dripping wet pussy. "I fucking knew it. Bet you wanted to come on stage and fuck yourself on my cock, hm?"
"Y-yes, I want your cock so bad, it's been too long, Hwa, w-waited too long!" You cried out. Seonghwa's fingers pumped inside you so skillfully that your knees were going weak after a few minutes.
"Gonna fuck you now," he grunted as he opened the fly of his pants, pulling his erect dick out. "Yes, yes, please fuck me, fuck my pussy," you moaned out. "Fuck you're already moaning like a little bitch and I'm not even touching you right now."
Seonghwa spat in his hand and pumped his cock up and down a few times before pushing it into your awaiting hole. He sank in with ease and let out a long, low moan. You clenched around him and whined, nails digging into the wall as he fills you up completely. He slaps his hand against your bare ass, making you whimper in the proces. He does it again and again until it's turning bright red.
"H-Hwa, please, fuck me, f-fill my pussy the way only you can do it," you begged him. You didn't need to tell Seonghwa twice because soon enough he was jackhammering his cock into you, fucking you with a force he had never used on you before.
Sure, Seonghwa could be rough with you but he'd still have his gentle manners. This Seonghwa was a whole other Seonghwa. And you fucking loved it.
You were whining and moaning loudly as he abused your cunt with his length, pounding into you and repeatedly hitting all your sweet spots. "O-oh baby, fuck! Gonna cum, gonna fucking pump you full. You'll come with me, won't you baby? Take my fucking load baby, take my load, take it!" He moaned loudly as he spanked your ass and thighs again.
"Y-yes, fuck, Hwa I'm gonna cum, gonna cum!" You cried out. With a few more thrusts you came undone, orgasm washing over you. Your pussy clenched hard around his dick, sending him over the edge as well. Seonghwa spilled all his cum inside you, filling you to the brim.
He panted and pulled out of you, watching the cum drip from your core. You whimpered softly, trying to regain your breath. Suddenly voices from outside the room were heard, shouting loudly.
"Oh yeah, baby take it!" A loud voice suddenly spoke up. Fucking Mingi.
"Ah! Seonghwaaa!" Wooyoung imitated you in a high-pitched voice.
You blushed and laughed, and it finally made Seonghwa break out of his stage persona too. You got yourself dressed up again and he kissed you before coming out of the room.
"Okay, you rascals, come here so I can kill you!"
CHANCES || CHOI JONGHO
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Pairing: Jongho x Fem reader
Word Count: 2.8K
Tags/warnings: First love!AU, Aged up!Jongho (in like late 20s), dom!Jongho, sub!reader, fingering, dirty talk, Jongho is obsessed with your boobs, bigdick!Jongho, blowjob, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, the occasional spank
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You never expected to run into your first love again like this. You can still remember yourself staring at him in class all day, forgetting to do your homework because he was on your mind. You still think about when he helped you out in Physics and when he kissed you on your lips the first time.
Many days, weeks, months and years passed since that year and you had lost contact with him in the chaos of being a young adult. But here you are, standing in the grocery store near your new house in Seoul and there he stood as well.
More handsome than ever, his black hair parted in the middle, wearing thick black glasses and a beige coat. You already thought he looked good and was cute back then, but now? He turned into a man.
For a second you thought he noticed you, but he was looking at a big jar of pasta sauce instead. You felt your heart sting a little bit as you looked into his grocery cart. Did he have a family? He must be 28, 29 right now, right? God, you don't want him to have a family of his own.
It was stupid, you hadn't seen him in at least 10 years and you had never had an official relationship with him but he was Jongho. Somehow you always felt that he was yours. You couldn't decide if you wanted to walk away or walk up to him, but you didn't need to because suddenly your eyes met and he nearly dropped the jar of pasta from shock. He quickly put it in his cart and rushed over to you.
Jongho stared at you in shock for a good minute, and tears welled up in your eyes. How embarrassing, you thought to yourself. "Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you? Oh my- I can't believe this," he laughed. You smiled and nodded. "It is me, actually."
"What are you doing here? Didn't you move to Canada?" "I did... But I... I came back because... I felt like I had to be here," you confessed. You would never admit that it was because you felt like you had unfinished business in Korea that most likely had to do with Jongho.
"We should really catch up sometime," Jongho smiled. "Oh yeah, 100%, I- Oh well actually I live like 2 minutes away from here, why don't you come over for a cup of coffee right away?" You offered. Jongho nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love that, I'll go to the check out counter and wait for you."
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"Wah, this appartment is quite amazing," Jongho said as he looked around the living room. You quickly stored your groceries in the fridge and made him a cup of coffee. "Thank you, I'm very proud of it," you admitted.
"So when did you get back?" Jongho asked as he sat down on your couch. "I came back last month, officially moved in here a week ago. My friends helped out a lot to get it nice and clean here." You put the coffee down on the table and took place beside him, batting your eyelashes at him flirtatiously, kind of unintentionally.
"Only a week? Wow, fresh," he grinned, "so you got sick of Canada?" "Well, I just... I had a good time but I didn't belong there," you confessed, "I feel like I belong here, I truly missed Korea, and I'm so happy to see my old friends again, and now you... it's incredible. It's like we never spend 10 years apart. Like I talked to you yesterday."
Jongho smiled and gently patted your shoulder. "It is, I still can't believe I am talking to you. I never expected to see you again, actually." "No, I know, me neither... It sucks how we lost contact all those years ago... Wow you... matured well," you giggled.
The man in front of you looked exquisite, to say the least. He was so fine and defined, with the whole hot boyfriend look and the expensive watch on his wrist. It felt like a k-drama moment to you. You felt now was the perfect moment to ask more about his current life.
"So, a lot of groceries, you must have... a family now?" You asked. Jongho laughed and drank a bit from his coffee before leaning back and resting his arms on the back- and armrest of the couch. "In a way."
You gave him a confused look, wondering what he meant by that. "If you mean like... married with children, no, I'm single, actually. But I live with a couple of friends, they're my family."
If you were completely honest you felt so relieved to hear he was single because the way his face looked just made your panties hypothetically drop. "Not married? You?" You asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I had a longterm relationship, I dated Kim Gayoung for 3 years, do you remember her from Biology?"
"Oh yeah, I do remember Gayoung. You didn't work it out with her?"
"No, she ended up being a liar and a serial cheater so I cut ties with her. We lived together so I had to move in with my friends. I'm still looking for an apartment of my own."
You sighed and shook your head. "I could never imagine cheating on you, I mean, didn't she realize she had gold in her hands?" Jongho looked at you, slightly flustered but also amused. His ego grew a little, or actually more than a little at your comment. Gold, huh?
It was silent while you drank your coffee, until Jongho broke the silence. "Do you ever think back about our... You know, our time together?" You swallowed thickly before nodding your head.
"All the time, actually. More... More than I would like to admit. I don't think I ever had... closure... I could never truly get over you. It's a shame how we never got to... You know... Be together."
Jongho nodded and scooched closer to you. "But we're both single people, aren't we?" You nodded slowly.
"And we're both interested in and attracted to each other, hm?"
You nodded again.
"So why don't we give it a second chance? A real one this time."
Another nodd.
"Please speak up cause I need consent before I kiss you," he laughed. You giggled and nodded again, "yes, I would really like that, actually."
And finally after almost 10 years he pressed his lips on yours again, and you felt just like you did back then. The 18-year old girl inside you was screaming and jumping while you tried to focus on his lips, taking all of the sensations in. You felt so extremely lucky to be in his arms right now, lips moving againsy each others' as his hand slid up and down your thigh. Nobody could ever take this moment away from you.
The kiss soon enough turned into a make-out session with more passion than you've ever felt before. Jongho seemed to be sure of what he's doing as his hands slid under your skirt to rub your crotch. You broke off the kiss and looked him in the eye.
"Oh sorry, did I go too far?" He quickly apologized as he retracted his hand from your clothed pussy. "N-No, I just got startled," you panted. You took his hand and brought it to the space between your legs again. A cocky smirk grew on his lips as he rubbed his fingers on your wet panties, feeling your arousal on the soft fabric.
"Already, darling?" He asked in a low tone. You felt like you were flying, genuinely on your way to heaven. You nodded and gasped when he yanked your panties down and felt up your soaking cunt, sliding his middlefinger inside.
"Y-You're just so hot and it brought all the fantasies back to life," you admitted as you choked on your own moans. "You fantasized about me?" "God, yes I did, I still regret never going beyond that kiss, fuck, I really wanted you, I was just scared."
"Well, I'm here to make your fantasies come true now," he whispered in your ear as he slid another finger inside you, pumping them in and out and curling them until he found the perfect angle, the best angle to make you squirm and moan out his name.
"Oh, Oh God, Jongho!" You whined out as he picked up his pace, fucking you hard on his fingers. The squelching off your wetness was like music to his ears and drew all the blood from his body to his dick. It swell up inside his pants, straining against the fine material. He wanted to release it, take it out and fuck you raw right here on this couch but he had never done anything with you before, so he told himself to put you first.
You took off your own sweater and unclasped your bra, tits falling free onto your chest. His eyes went wide and his mouth immediately attached to your nipples, sucking and licking them as if his life depended on it. Your skirt shoved up more and more as he abused your cunt with his hand, displaying your wet pussy.
"Look at that pretty pussy," Jongho grunted as he latched on your tits. He wanted to kiss them, suck them, lick them, bite them. God, were they perfect to him. "Pretty pussy, fucking pretty tits." He sucked harder on your nipples, causing you to moan louder and fuck yourself on his fingers, moving your hips along with him.
Your body started to shake when he rubbed his thumb on your clit, moving it in circles as he pressed down lightly on it. "That's it baby, look at you cumming so prettily for me, that's it, give it to me baby, let go for me and cum on my fingers," he cooed. You felt the immense pleasure wash over you as he got you through your orgasm, kissing your breasts again as he pulled his fingers away from you. He licked them off and savoured the taste of your arousal, making him moan ever so slightly.
"Good girl," he smirked as he kissed your chest once more. You shoved your skirt down, and realized you were completely naked while he still had everything but his shoes and coat on. How unfair, you thought.
You began to strip him from his clothes, his black shirt unbuttoned and now on the floor. Your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his belt before finally getting it open. Jongho discarded his pants and underwear and showed off his rockhard cock, standing proudly against his stomach.
"Fuck, Jongho," you cursed as your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was fucking hung and you wanted nothing more than to have him in your mouth.
"Fuck, Y/N," he cursed as you got on your knees in front of him and took his hard cock in your mouth, sucking him off. Your head bobbed up and down in his lap and he ran his hands through your hair, making a ponytail out of it so your hair would not fall back into your face.
"That's it baby, suck it, yeah, fuck, suck my cock," he grunted. "God, I've been dreaming about this for so long, wanted this for so long," he moaned. You could cry out of happiness, feeling so overwhelmed but so aroused by the presence of this man.
"Oh my God, you take it so well, look at you princess, yeah, just a little more," he groaned, "fit it all in there baby, come on, you can do it, yeah just like that, just like that, who's a good girl? Fuck, that's it, precious!"
You went faster and took all of him in your mouth, tears burning in your eyes as his cockhead touched the back of your throat. "God, yes!" He moaned out louder. His cock twitched in your throat, signaling you that he was close. He quickly pulled out of your mouth, making you whine out his name. "Sorry baby, I wanna cum inside your pussy and make it cream nicely for me," he panted.
You bit your lip and nodded as you took him to your bedroom as quickly as possible and you laid down on the soft sheets. "God, baby, will you let me fuck you like this?" Jongho asked as he hovered above you.
"Yes, please, fuck me raw, fuck my pussy like you mean it," you moaned as he slid his hard dick inside you. "Oh, fuck, I do mean it baby, I mean all of it, I fucking mean it so bad."
Jongho started to fuck you relentlessly, releasing all of his passion and desire in this moment. The sound of your skin slapping together and the melodious moans coming from your throat created a sinful symphony that you and Jongho - and probably your neighbours - would be thinking about for a long time.
"Your pussy is so fucking perfect, so fucking perfect for me," he moaned as he pushed himself all the way in, ramming his dick in there as if it was his last day on earth.
"J-Jongho! Fuck!" You screamed as his thrusts got harder and faster before they turned sloppy. "I'm so close baby, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum. I'm gonna fucking fill you up with my cum and then I'm gonna fuck you again, and again, and again," he moaned.
With a few more thrusts Jongho came inside you with furrowed brows and low grunts. You whined as he pulled out of you and turned you around. You rested on your elbows and put your ass up, legs spread for his easy access.
He pumped his cock a few times again and sank back in, wincing at the sensitivity from his orgasm. "Oh, Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned as he fucked your tight pussy again, smacking his hand on the soft flesh of your ass.
"J-Jongho, oh my God! Yes!" You couldn't bring out anything else but his name and all the curse words you could think of. "Is it that good huh, baby? Is my cock filling you up that nicely? Got you all fucked dumb already, didn't I? Fuck you're so good for me, such a good and nice pussy, I'm gonna fucking cum inside you again and fill your hole 'til everything's leaking out."
You had never imagined Jongho to speak such filthy words to you but you weren't complaining at all. All you could do is moan and whine and let him have his way with you. Before you knew it he send you to cloud 9 as you orgasmed again, clenching down on his cock.
"Fuck, such a good pussy, clenching on my dick like that," he grunted. He spanked your ass again before cumming deep inside you again, pumping you full with his hot cum. You could only whine at the feeling of it, your heart burning with passion and desire.
He pulled out of you again and rolled you on your back once again. Your make-up was all smudgy and messed up and Jongho just felt himself get hard again at the sight.
"I'm gonna fuck your pussy again, Y/N, gonna fuck it again, gonna fuck it and make you take all the cum I can give you. You can take it, can't you?"
You were overwhelmed with his dirty talk and his stamina. Sure, you expected him to be good in bed but this? No you never expected that. Yet, you nodded and spread your legs again to let him inside you again.
His large cock stretched your walls for the third time that night and you cried out his name. Your pussy started to clench down on him again immediately, making him cry out, panting out your name. "Y/N, fuck, you little minx, I fucking love your pussy so much, it takes me so well, needs me so bad, huh? Fucking love it, fucking love it baby."
Jongho kept going at it for what felt like hours, making your throat go sore and weak. He slid his hands over your legs before pulling them up and laying them over his shoulders. You were nearly bend in half as he fucked you harder than ever before, making you and him cum together as one, sending yourselves to euphoria.
He fell down onto your chest, collapsing after his intense orgasm. He panted out as he filled your pussy for the third time before sliding his cock out of you. Jongho laid next to you and kissed your forehead as you breathed heavily from the most passionate sex you ever had in your life.
"Well I say chances are pretty good we're doing this again," he grinned.
ROCKHARDSTAR || JUNG WOOYOUNG
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader
Word Count: 4.8K
Tags/Warnings: Rockstar!Wooyoung, Stylist!Y/N, dom!Wooyoung, mostly sub!Y/N, tension, make outs, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, boobjob, cum play, praise, dirty talk, mirror sex
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The day you finally got to work as a professional stylist and visagist was the happiest of your life, hands down. You’d spent the past two years hustling—styling for glossy magazines, dressing a handful of rising stars—but your newest client? He was in a league of his own.
When the agency called to tell you you’d be joining Jung Wooyoung on his new world tour, you were convinced your knees had stopped working.
"What do you mean you’re going on tour with the Jung Wooyoung?" your best friend had shrieked, clutching her chest like she’d been personally attacked. Her eyes bulged as she covered her mouth in disbelief. She’d been a die-hard fan of the rockstar since his debut—ever since he’d first appeared on stage with that smoky voice, those veiny arms, his infamous raven hair, and a trail of sex rumors that followed him like perfume.
Despite the scandals, the sultry performances, and his untouchable image, Wooyoung had always been adored. There was something about him—maybe the way he spoke in interviews, or the way he laughed with his crew—that made people believe he was genuine. Real.
You’d never been a fangirl yourself, preferring other artists with different vibes. But even you had to admit: every time your friend shoved one of his pictures or thirst edits in your face, your breath caught for just a second too long.
“Babe, you’re living the dream. My dream! Can I come with you?” she begged, dropping dramatically to her knees. “Okay, maybe not backstage—I’d faint and make it weird—but a concert ticket? I’ll be so polite. Just a ticket. Please. Thank you. I love you.”
“You’re insane,” you laughed, swatting her away.
“Promise me something then,” she said as she stood up, grinning like a devil. “Find out all the gossip. I want the dirt.”
“Hey, I’m not invading that man’s privacy for your TikTok theories.”
“Y/N. You’re literally dressing him up and down like a doll. That is invading his privacy.”
“Yeah, but that’s consensual. I was hired for that!”
“And I am hiring you as my inside source,” she said, pointing a finger in your face. “I want everything.”
Now, it’s been a month on tour. Thirty days of travel, noise, adrenaline, and chaos. Thirty days of Jung Wooyoung—who has proven himself to be nothing short of a menace.
Every time you try to fix his collar or touch up his eyeliner, he fidgets. Makes a face. Messes up his hair again on purpose. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and you’re convinced he finds joy in watching you suffer.
When you first met him, he was surprisingly quiet. Professional. Cool. Distant. You figured maybe the stage persona was just that—a persona. But you were wrong.
Jung Wooyoung isn’t cold. He isn’t dangerous. He isn’t unkind.
He’s a brat.
A playful, maddening, impossible-to-control brat who lives to tease. He pranks the staff constantly—saran wrap over dressing room doors, fake tattoos drawn on backup dancers, switching the labels on everyone’s drinks. He’s got the kind of chaotic energy that’s contagious backstage, pulling everyone into his orbit whether they want to or not.
And yet, when the lights go down and the curtain rises, he transforms.
He’s all sharp lines and dark velvet, a magnet for every eye in the stadium. You can’t look away either—not really. Because beneath the teasing and the games, he’s an artist. A force.
And somewhere between those quick smiles and the heat of the spotlight, you start to feel it.
Admiration.
Attraction.
Danger.
Because maybe your best friend was right after all.
You are living the dream.
And dreams?
They can get messy.
You’re backstage at the venue in Berlin, crouched over the rolling rack with the next outfit laid out in front of you: black mesh tank top, ripped leather pants, layered silver chains, and enough rings to set off every metal detector in Europe.
The stylists’ tent buzzes with sound—distant bass from soundcheck, the shuffle of crew members, someone yelling about missing earpieces.
You’re so focused on adjusting the straps on his tank top that you don’t notice him sneaking up behind you.
“Are you picking out my clothes or planning to seduce me?” a low voice murmurs near your ear.
You jump—nearly knock over the rack—and whirl around to find Wooyoung standing way too close, grinning like he’s proud of himself.
“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, pressing a hand to your chest. “Could you not sneak up on people like that?”
He shrugs, unbothered. “Didn’t think I needed to sneak. Thought you’d hear me coming.”
“Unfortunately, no. And I was actually working, in case you forgot that’s what I’m here for.”
His eyes flick down, not at the outfit—but at you. Your hands. Your face. Slowly, deliberately. When his gaze meets yours again, it’s sharper, darker.
“Oh, I know exactly what you’re here for,” he says, voice dropping a note. “Touching me up, stripping me down... fixing me when I break. Sounds like your job description, doesn’t it?”
Your cheeks heat instantly. “You’re insufferable.”
“Yet you keep showing up.” He winks. “You could’ve asked to be reassigned weeks ago.” You hate that he’s right. You hate it more that he is aware of it.
You step forward with the hanger and hold it up between you. “Put this on. Ten minutes until your pre-show photos.”
But Wooyoung doesn’t move to take it.
Instead, he tilts his head, eyes still on you. “You always get so flustered when I tease you,” he says softly. “I wonder why.”
You roll your eyes, trying to mask the heat spreading down your neck. “Maybe because you’re unbearable.”
“Nah,” he says. “You like it.”
He plucks the hanger from your hands—fingers brushing deliberately against yours—and then peels off his oversized rehearsal tee right in front of you. No shame. No hesitation. He tosses it somewhere behind him, revealing toned skin, tattoos, and a line of sweat trailing down his chest.
You force yourself not to look. You fail.
You’ve seen him shirtless before, sure. It's part of the job. But never like this. Never this close, this deliberate, this slow.
He leans in again, still shirtless, his voice a whisper at your ear.
“Want to help me with the pants?” he asks, teasing but low, like it’s just between the two of you.
You’re about to respond—probably with some snappy comeback—when a stagehand suddenly pokes his head in.
“Wooyoung, five minutes!”
Wooyoung clicks his tongue. “Always terrible timing.”
He backs away at last, giving you one last look—one that makes your stomach twist—and begins pulling on his pants.
You turn away quickly, pretending to check your kit. You need air. Distance. Something cold and unsexy. Like taxes.
Because the problem isn’t that Wooyoung’s flirting with you. The problem is you want to flirt back.
The roar of the crowd is deafening, even from backstage.
You stand just beyond the curtain, headset looped around your neck, your kit bag slung low on your shoulder. The stage glows under blinding lights—blue and red strobes, smoke curling at the edges like fire licking through shadows.
And in the center of it all is him.
Jung Wooyoung.
Black leather pants clinging to him like sin, that sheer mesh top leaving nothing to the imagination, his wet hair sticking to his temples as he sings into the mic like it's something to be worshipped. He moves like the stage is his lover—writhing, prowling, all sweat and intention. Every moan he lets out, every note he drags into a rasp, sends a new wave of screams through the crowd.
And you’re watching him like everyone else.
But unlike everyone else… you know you’ll be touching him in less than five minutes.
The second he finishes the current set, he vanishes behind the curtain. You’re already there, waiting with a towel, a bottle of water, and the second outfit of the night: a silky shirt unbuttoned low, silver chains, and eyeliner so sharp it could cut glass.
He’s glowing, chest rising and falling, sweat slicking down his abs.
“Hey, trouble,” he grins as he approaches, already tugging off his shirt. “Enjoy the show?”
You keep your voice steady, professional. “You were good.”
“Just good?” He leans in closer, dropping the soaked shirt to the floor. “I practically bled for that performance.”
“You practically humped the stage,” you mutter, stepping forward to blot the sweat from his forehead and jawline.
“Did you like that part?” he asks, tone low and teasing.
You don’t answer. You dab at his temples, swipe under his eyes, trying to focus. But your fingers keep brushing his skin. His breath fans your neck. His cologne—spice, smoke, something darker—lingers in your nose.
“Close your eyes,” you say.
He does.
You reach up to fix his eyeliner. Your hand is steady, but your chest is tight. His face is tilted toward you, lips parted slightly. You can feel the heat of him, the way his skin is still buzzing from adrenaline. You trace the line under his eye, your pinky accidentally grazing the curve of his cheekbone.
He opens one eye. Smirks.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
You pull away, sharper than intended. “You have thirty seconds. Put your damn shirt on.”
He chuckles low in his throat, letting the silence stretch. He doesn’t move.
Instead, he reaches for the silk shirt and drapes it slowly over his shoulders, never taking his eyes off you. His fingers work the buttons, but clumsily—too slow, on purpose. He misses one. You groan, step forward, and fix it yourself.
Again, you’re close. Again, your hands are on him.
This time, he doesn’t say anything. Just watches your face, gaze flicking down to your lips, and then back up.
“Ten seconds!” a voice calls from down the hallway.
You step back like he burned you. “You’re on.”
He grins, running a hand through his damp hair, tossing it back from his face. “Can’t wait for the next change.”
He disappears into the lights again, leaving you with your pulse in your throat and your hands still tingling.
Every show, it’s like this.
Every show, a little closer.
A little more.
You tell yourself you’re just doing your job. That this is all routine. But deep down, you know it’s a lie.
Because every time he walks off that stage, he looks at you like he’s starving.
And you’re not sure how much longer you can pretend you don’t feel the same.
The next city is Madrid.
Hot, loud, buzzing with energy even hours before the show begins. Outside, the venue is surrounded by fans chanting Wooyoung’s name, some already crying from excitement. Inside, the dressing room is chaos—crew running around, last-minute lighting tests, the soundcheck bleeding through the walls.
And Wooyoung? Nowhere to be found.
You’re standing by his rack of clothes—tonight’s first outfit is simpler than usual: tight black jeans, no shirt, just layered chains and smudged kohl liner to start. He said he wanted to go in raw, no gimmicks. Just him and the music.
You check your watch. “Where the hell is he?”
“He was in here a minute ago,” someone calls. “Probably wandered off.”
Of course he did.
You find him alone in the hallway just outside the green room, leaning against the wall with his head tilted back, his in-ear monitors dangling loosely around his neck. He doesn’t look at you when you approach—just smirks.
“I was wondering when you'd come find me.”
You cross your arms. “You’re on in twenty minutes. If you’re trying to stress me out on purpose, congratulations.”
He finally turns toward you. And there it is again—that look.
The one that stops your breath. The one that says he’s thinking about things he shouldn’t be thinking about.
“Why do you always look so good when you’re mad at me?” he says, stepping closer.
You roll your eyes. “Put your shirt on.”
“I’m not wearing one tonight, remember?” he says, voice lower now. “Did that just slip your mind?”
“I—” You falter. Because he’s right. You did forget. You’ve been so focused on managing your heartbeat every time he’s near that the logistics of the show have started to blur around him.
His fingers reach up, gently tugging on the zipper of your hoodie. Not pulling it down, just toying with it.
“You’re nervous,” he says.
You scoff. “I’m not nervous.”
“You are.” He steps closer, voice a whisper now. “You always are before something happens.”
“Nothing’s going to—”
His hand comes up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is soft. Too soft.
“You sure?” he asks.
Your eyes lock. There’s no teasing this time. No cocky grin. Just heat—low and steady, something raw simmering between the two of you. You feel it in your stomach, your chest, your throat.
“Wooyoung,” you breathe, warning or plea—you don’t know.
And then he kisses you.
It’s sudden, but not rough. Heated, yes—but purposeful. His hand cups your jaw, guiding you into him like he’s thought about this a thousand times. Maybe he has. His mouth is hot, tasting faintly of coffee and mint, and his body presses into yours like gravity itself is pulling you together.
You don’t stop him.
You can’t.
Your hands twist in his hair, pulling slightly, and he groans into your mouth like he’s been waiting for this as long as you have. It’s desperate. Messy. Too much and not enough. When he breaks away, it’s only to breathe against your lips.
“Finally,” he whispers.
You blink, stunned, dazed. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
He grins, cocky again now. “But you kissed me back.”
“Doesn’t mean I should have.”
“I’m not sorry.” He pulls back slowly, eyes lingering on your lips. “And I’m going to do it again.”
“Wooyoung—”
A knock sounds down the hallway.
“Stage in five!”
He gives you one last look—wild, electric—and backs away, lips swollen, hair a mess, chain swinging loosely across his chest.
“Touch me up before I go on,” he calls as he walks toward the stage. “I want to look good for the next kiss.”
You’re left standing there, heart pounding, your mouth still tingling from his.
And somehow, despite everything—you’re already craving more.
The show ends in fire.
Literally—pyro explodes behind him as the final chorus hits, and the crowd screams like their hearts are breaking. Wooyoung throws his head back, arms wide, sweat glistening under the lights, his voice echoing through the stadium as the final notes melt into chaos.
Then the lights cut.
And just like that, he vanishes into the dark.
You’re waiting near the wings, your kit bag in hand, trying to pretend your heart isn’t hammering. Trying to pretend you haven’t been thinking about that kiss for the past two hours. Trying to pretend you didn’t replay it during the entire set, every time he looked your way, every time he sang into the mic like it was your mouth he wanted instead.
He appears out of the shadows, shirt clinging to him, chest still heaving from the last song. His eyes find yours immediately.
“Come with me.”
You open your mouth to say something, anything—but you don’t get the chance.
His hand wraps around your wrist, firm but not rough, and he pulls you with him down the hallway past the dressing room doors, ignoring the crew, the noise, the shouts of “Great show!” and “You killed it out there!”
He doesn’t stop until you’re inside his private dressing room—and the door clicks shut behind you.
Silence.
The air is thick, humid with leftover heat from the stage. He lets go of your wrist and paces a few steps away, running both hands through his hair, pushing it back from his face. He’s still glowing. Still breathless. Still vibrating with the kind of adrenaline that makes people do reckless things.
Like what he did before the show.
Like what he’s about to do now.
You open your mouth again, but this time he turns, and the look in his eyes shuts you up immediately.
Hungry. Focused. Unapologetic.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” he says, voice low and rough.
You swallow. “It’s my job to fix your hair and make-up. Not my fault you’re dramatic about it.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s not that. It’s the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The way your hands shake when you touch me. The way you bit your lip during the third song tonight.”
You flush. “You were watching that closely?”
“I always watch you.”
He steps closer, and you don’t move.
“You’ve been in my head since the first city,” he says. “Every night, I go on stage and try to burn it off. The tension. The wanting. But it doesn’t go away.”
You’re silent. Breath caught somewhere in your chest.
His hand comes up, fingers ghosting along your jaw.
“You kissed me back,” he murmurs. “And now I need to do it again. And again. Until it’s not a maybe anymore.”
Your voice is barely a whisper. “What if we shouldn’t?”
He leans in, lips brushing yours as he speaks.
“Then stop me.”
You don’t.
And this time, the kiss is nothing like the first.
It’s not testing the waters. It’s not curious or careful. It’s hungry. Possessive. Weeks of tension, all of it crashing through you at once. His hands are on your waist, your back, your face. Yours in his hair, pulling, gripping. He walks you back against the dressing room counter, lifts you onto it with ease, mouth never leaving yours.
You gasp against his lips, and he groans—low, deep, almost pained.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathes against your neck, kissing along your jaw. “No idea how many times I’ve wanted to drag you in here and do this.”
You whimper, fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt.
“Wooyoung—”
“Tell me to stop,” he growls.
But you don’t.
You want this. Him. All of it.
The kiss deepens. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, warm and firm against your skin. His fingers glide up your body, and then over the lacy fabric of your bra. Your nails claw at his back as you move your hips against his, whimpering in the kiss.
He pulls back, ending the kiss. ''Help me get my clothes off,'' he grunts as you palm his hardening cock. You nod, giving his crotch a squeeze before helping Wooyoung out of his outfit. Wooyoung is the one pulling down his underwear, revealing himself to you in all his naked glory. Your mouth practically waters at the sight.
''Knees,'' he orders as he holds his hardened cock in his hand. You decide not to put up a fight, because taking Wooyoung's cock down your throat is actually not a bad idea in your opinion.
Wooyoung smirks at you as he leans back against the wall. He orders you to take off your shirt and bra, and show off your tits for him - and you obey him. He grunts as he watches your breasts spring free from your bra, already imagining what he could do to them.
Without a word, you take Wooyoung's cock into your hands while softly licking at the tip, gathering all the pre-cum on your tongue.
''Jesus Christ, woman,'' he curses as he watches you take his cock all the way down your throat without breaking eye contact. ''You're gonna kill me if you keep doing that.''
Wanting to be the teasing one this time, you took that as a challenge. You moved your head up and down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on his member. You still hold eye contact once his dick reaches the back of your throat. You make a gagging sound, but don't pull away. Instead, you keep him there a few seconds each time you bring your head down again.
Above you, Wooyoung is nearly trembling on his legs. He thought he'd be the one leading, he'd be the one in control, but it is now obvious to him that he underestimated your power.
When you pick up your pace and your hands travel over his legs and his ass he starts to whimper and cry out your name. You let go of his dick with a loud pop and smirk, panting to gather your breath.
Wooyoung grunts and grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger. ''Hold your tits up for me, you're gonna let me fuck them.''
You whimpered at his words, your hands sliding up to your own chest. You hold onto your breasts, squeezing them together. He spits in your cleavage, rubbing his hands over it to make sure you're wet enough.
He slowly slides his cock between them once or twice before picking up the pace, using your body as his personal fuck toy. It doesn't take long before he comes with a broken moan, spilling his cum all over your chest.
Wooyoung kneels down in front of you and with his long fingers he gathers the cum from your chest and holds them in front of your parted lips. You instinctively open your mouth and swallow his fingers, sucking them clean and tasting Wooyoung's salty cum before swallowing it.
''That's a good girl,'' he smirks.
When someone knocks on the door asking for him, he gestures that the two of you should get dressed again. ''Yeah! Be right out, few minutes!'' he shouts. You still feel pent up, wanting your own release too, and Wooyoung is quick to notice.
''What is it princess? You weren't done yet?'' He says with a naughty smirk, and you roll your eyes. ''Who do you think you are? Of course I'm not done, I wanna come too. You're gonna make me come, Jung Wooyoung.''
He smirks and presses a kiss in your neck before putting his sweatpants and t-shirt on. ''Come to my hotelroom after midnight, yeah? I'll fuck your little brains out,'' he says, before finally exiting the changingroom.
You take a moment to process what he just said to you before properly getting dressed and making your way to the hotel with other staff members.
You go to your own room first to unwind for a moment. You take a relaxing shower and make way to shave and lotion yourself. You put on the nicest lingerie set you brought and decide to go with a sundress that's easy to slip off.
The rest of the night you lay in bed with a Coke Zero and a cursed TikTok foryoupage, waiting for it to be midnight. When the clock finally strikes twelve you get up and put your phone and keycard in a little purse.
You arrive at Wooyoungs' hotelroom a few minutes later. The door immediately opens after one knock - as if he had been waiting by the door all this time.
Wooyoung greets you with a smirk - still in his sweats. Before he can say a word, you step into the room and press your lips against his. He quickly shuts the door before you push him against it. You press yourself against him as your hunger takes over.
You moan into the kiss when he playfully bites your lip and squeezes your ass. You pull away and lick your lips seductively, looking him up and down.
''So, going to fuck my dumb brains out yet?''
Wooyoung smirks and pulls you to the large kingsize bed. You lay down on it, and watch him as he gets on top of you. You feel his hands stroke your thighs before tugging on the dress, pulling it over your head.
He grunts at the sight and cups your clothed breasts, squeezing them before removing your bra. ''Those tits are so fucking perfect, I loved fucking them.''
''Well if my tits are so good, imagine how fucking amazing my wet, tight pussy is, I wonder if you can handle all of it~'' you tease him.
He narrows his eyes, watching you closely as you taunt him. And then he finally moved his dominant hand lower, reaching into your panties.
He traces his fingers around your wet slit before pushing one into your greedy hole. "Fuck," you moan softly, eyes rolling back as you feel his thumb graze your sensitive clit.
"You like that?" he asks with a smirk plastered on his face, his eyes focused on the way your mouth parts slowly.
"Yeah, fuck, yeah," you moan again, two of his fingers now moving in and out slowly, his thumn still pressed on your clit, rubbing in circular motion.
"You want more? You want me to fuck that little pussy of yours?" he asks, and you nod - a tad too enthusiastically, your breathing uneven as he curls his fingers inside you just right.
He slid in another finger and you could feel the stretch, your soaking cunt swallowing his strong fingers with a hunger you never experienced before.
Wooyoung moved his thumb faster on your clit, pressing down on it a little more to get you to moan louder.
You cry out his name, pussy clenching hard around his fingers, and Wooyoung watchs with near disbelief as he feels the tight muscles of your cunt fluttering around his fingers. Your moans get breathier and your legs shake as you feel your orgasm wash over you.
"Fuck, you're so sensitive," he groans, riding out your orgasm before pulling his fingers out. He pulls your panties off and then undresses himself, finally setting his hard cock free.
He guides you onto your hands on knees. He quickly settles behind you and takes your hips into his large hands. You whimper from the touch and look up, only to find your own face in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.
"I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you, okay?" he tells you in a raspy voice you usually only hear on stage.
''Yes,'' you answer him, unable to form any sentence as he slides his hard, long cock into youyr heat. ''Yes, yes,'' you whimper as you feel him slide in and out slowly. You push yourself back at him, trying to get him to stay all the way inside a little longer.
"God, fuck, you feel so good," Wooyoung moans from behind you, thrusting his hips harder and faster now. He fucks you hard, the sound of wet, sweaty skin slapping together filling the room as he pounds deeply into you.
''Yes, that's a good girl, such a pretty girl. You keep watching yourself alright? Watch as I fuck you so hard you can't feel anything but me.''
You do as you were told, keeping your head up to watch yourself - and him. You've never seen yourself like this before, this fucked out. This affected by someone's touch and cock.
The fucked out look on your face is almost too much for Wooyoung to handle, but then when your cunt starting clenching down on him again, he truly can't stop himself.
He comes hard and deep inside you with a loud moan, and you feel his seed spilling into you, filling you up to the brim. You whine out his name as he rides out his high, pulling out of your cunt.
You expect him to be done, but you feel his fingers on your cunt again. Two fingers are slid into your pussy, while two other fingers are rubbing your clit.
Your arms become weak, and you let yourself go, resting half on your elbow, half just laying face-forward on the bed. You squirm and moan into the sheets, feeling super sensitive from all the sensations he's bringing you.
''That's right, that's a good girl, you gonna come again for me? Keep my cum nicely inside you though, okay? Gonna keep it there like a good angel. Just come once more for me, yeah?'' he says, pumping his fingers inside you as his other fingers on your clit slide against it - teasing it.
Before you know it you're coming on his fingers - this orgasm slower and longer than before, taking over your entire shaking body. After a minute, Wooyoung finally lets go, but his cum seeps out of you instantly, so he fills your cunt up with two fingers again.
He lays next to you as you lay on your slide, whimpering and trying not to move - as your pussy is feeling too sensitive.
''Good girl, a real good girl for me, baby. I'm just gonna keep my cum safe in here for now hm?''
You moan as he moves his fingers. ''You're a menace,'' you pant. ''A menace who just fucked your brains out, yeah,'' he grins.
''Stupid rockstar who's still rockhard,'' you say, rolling your eyes. ''Hm, I'll give you a few minutes. I think you'll fall apart if I make you take it again right now.''
MINGIWONKA || SONG MINGI
You thirsty whores wanted Mingi to fuck you with his cane so here we are: getting freaky with MingiWonka
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Mingi x Fem reader
Word Count: 1.4K
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship AU, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, dirty language, praise kink, sir kink, paraphilia (use of weird objects during sex: his cane), kinda funny imo
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''Mingi, I can't believe you actually dressed up as Willy fucking Wonka for this comeback. That's insane,'' you laughed when Mingi entered your LA hotel room, still wearing his outfit from the MV filming set. He had begged his stylists to let him wear it for the rest of the day, thinking it'd be hilarious to surprise you in it. After a lot of begging, they let him and here he was; Wonka'ing into your bedroom while you laughed at him.
''Oh come on, isn't it sexy? Mingi Wonka is a vibe right? Don't you like it just a little bit?'' he said with a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. ''Well,'' you started as you eyed him up and down. He grinned and took off his hat and put it on yours instead. ''Is this some weird scenario like... you get the hat, you ride the chocolatier?'' ''Only if you want to,'' he said, as he subtly kicked the wooden cane with his foot.
You stared him up and down once again, your eyes gliding over the shiny purple jacket, grey slacks that barely hid the fat dick it was holding back. You watched how his fingers played with the cane, stroking it slowly. ''You're fixated on that? While you could look at me?'' ''Well I apologize, mister Wonka, I did not reali-'' ''No, no, no, you shush right now, I can give you just what you want, miss Wonka.''
He got on his knees in front of you and pulled down your silky pajama shorts down, as well as your cotton panties. You licked your lips and laid down against the soft pillows as you spread your legs for your boyfriend. This was the weirdest kind of role-play you've ever done, but to be fair he wanted to put on a Sailor Moon costume on himself once.
Mingi peppered kisses from your upper thighs to your knees and back to your inner thigh, pressing his lips everywhere except where you needed them. ''Mingi, please,'' you whined softly. ''Mhm, patience my love, I gotta prepare you don't I?''
Finally, you felt his lips brush over your wet pussy. You had been thinking of him all night anyway so you were quite aroused even before he came home. Now that he put the thought of fucking MingiWonka in your head you got even wetter. You threw the large hat on the ground and moaned when he started to lick and suck at your clit.
You ran your hand through his hair and moaned out, chest heaving as your breathing picked up. ''Oh God, baby that feels so good,'' you whined. Mingi's tongue worked inside your cunt and made you feel things you only felt when you're with him. Pure magic and pleasure.
Your eyes rolled back into your head when he slid two of his long, thick fingers into your pussy. He kept licking and sucking repeatedly on your sensitive clit, making you moan louder for him. You were a little embarrassed as half of the hotel could probably hear you unravel for him but what could you do when he handsome MingiWonka wanted to use his tongue on your pretty little pussy?
His velvety tongue flicked your bud a few times more before you felt yourself getting closer to climaxing. Mingi groped your thighs and ass with his free hand and made you see stars as the pleasure took over your mind, body and soul. His face was completely burried in your pussy as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly and your body shivered as he rode out your high, flicking your clit with his tongue a few more times.
Mingi panted and got up from the bed, stripping himself bare while smirking at you, a disheveled mess in front of him. ''Look at that... Aren't you such a good little girl for me? I'm gonna give you what you want now, huh? Weren't you looking at this beauty for a while?'' Mingi smirked as he showed you his cane, tracing it lightly.
Your eyes went wide and your pussy clenched. ''A-Are you fucking me with that, Min?'' ''Turn around and ass up, babygirl,'' he ordered you. You couldn't believe him and his crazy mind sometimes but this was something you never could've thought of before. Nevertheless, you obeyed him, getting on your knees and resting on your elbows while pushing your ass up for him. ''That's a good girl,'' he praised you as he cleaned off the cane and lubed it up.
''Now give me a good view of that pretty little pussy, Y/N,'' Mingi said in a raspy voice, positioning himself behind you. You spread your legs a little more for him and waited in anticipation. You took a deep breath when you felt the cold material prod against your hole. ''Oh God, sir,'' you whispered.
Soon enough it pushed inside you with force and your elbows gave out. Your moans were muffled by the pillow underneath you, where your head was pressed in as Mingi rutted the cane into your cunt deeply. It pushed in and out and soon enough he picked up the pace, adjusting the angles to find the exact spot you loved it so much.
You whined loudly and started trembling, your previous orgasm still leaving you sensitive. ''That's a good girl, taking anything I give to you, hm?'' ''Y-Yes, Oh my God, for you sir, for you!'' ''That's right, sir Wonka is in charge here. So if I wanna fuck you with this cane and stuff it into your wet, needy pussy that's what we're gonna do, hm?''
After repeatedly hitting your g-spot and making you moan like a bitch in heat he started to push it deeper inside you, making you scream out loud. Your breathing was heavy and you felt how hot and red your face was, the entire situation nearly becoming too much. You started to grind back on the cane, fucking yourself on it as Mingi forced you to take more and more into your cunt.
''Such a talented little pussy, taking it like that. You're such a talented little girl aren't you? And so dirty, God, are you gonna cum on this angel? Is this beautiful cane that belongs to sir gonna make you cum, and scream and fucking come undone?''
''Yes! Yes it is, sir, oh my God it is!'' you screamed. It was only a matter of a few more thrusts before you felt yourself tremble and shudder as you came for him, cunt twitching and clenching on the cane. When you calmed down he pulled it out and smirked at your gaping hole and then on the slick covering the cane he used as an MV prop just hours ago.
Mingi tossed aside the cane and did not warn you as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning out and throwing his head back. He pounded his thick cock inside you and you had no choice but to take it and let him ruin you. ''Please, please, please,'' you whimpered.
''Please what, little one? What do you want? Is sir's cock not enough? Or is sir's cock so fucking good you're gonna cum again like a little-''
''Yes! Yes, it's too good!'' you interrupted him, clenching down on his cock and earning a low groan from him. He rocked into you and gripped your ass tight, kneading the flesh in his hands. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, combined with loud squeels muffled by the plush pillow.
''Are you gonna cum again baby? Aren't you a filthy little girl, jesus, you're gonna take my load baby, gonna take sir's load like a good girl while you cum, isn't that right?'' He thrusted harder into you when you didn't answer him. ''Isn't that right?'' he snapped.
You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock pulsated inside you, spilling his cum into your clenching cunt. You whined and cried out his name as you came for a third time.
When he pulled his cock out of your cunt and watched it leak out you let your entire body fall back on the bed, absolutely spent. Mingi grinned and took you into his arms. He strokes your hair gently and kissed your head. ''You've done so well for me baby, you were insane.''
''I am insane? Didn't you just fuck me with a cane?'' ''Maybe a bit. I went bazonka like Willy Wonka.'' ''Don't ever say that again, Min.''
SPEED DRIVE || PART 2 || CHOI SAN
Read part 1 here
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Choi San x Fem reader
Word Count: 2.7K
Tags/Warnings: F1-driver!San, CEO's daughter!/Y/N, dom!San, sub!Y/, kissing, slight hairpulling, fingering, handjob, oral sex (r&g), unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, mild overstimulation, orgasm denial, bigdick!san, petnames, breeding kink
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''Please shut the hell up and kiss me, San.''
The driver didn't waste any more time before crashing his lips onto yours. San's hands lay on your hips as you swing your arms around his neck. Your hand slides into his hair, stroking it and slightly pulling it as San deepens the kiss.
It's almost as if his touch is electric, feeling tingles all over your skin. He pulls back, softly gasping for air. San takes your hand and leads you up the stairs, not wasting any more time.
San guides you to the bedroom and lays you down on the kingsized bed.
''Aren't we moving a bit too fast?'' you breathe out.
San looks surprised and caresses your cheek. ''Do you not wanna do this? Did I go too far?'' he asks, voice sounding sweet like honey.
''No I do, I do, it's just... Can we take it a bit more... slow? I know sex for a guy is simple but I need a little more t-''
''Easy sweetie... This night is long from over, and I will for sure get you all ready for me to ruin'' he says, smiling cheekily before diving down to your neck to press kisses on the sensitive skin.
You whimper softly as he sucks softly on your delicate skin, hands roaming over his muscular back. He has barely done anything and you already feel yourself getting more drunk on him than you ever could on that million dollar champagne from earlier.
He kisses you on the mouth this time, and it's slower this time. It's not as hungry, but it is equally passionate, if not more. You moan into his mouth when he grinds his crotch against yours, showing you how hard you've made him already.
San's tongue darts out of his mouth and slides over your bottom lip before biting it softly. The smirks at the sound you let out, and pulls away.
''Can I take off that dress, angel?'' he asks, finger hooking around the black spaghetti strap on your shoulder. You nod eagerly, biting back a smirk because you know he's going to like what he'll see.
San pulls the straps down, and smoothly slips off your dress, revealing your naked body. His breath hitches in his throat as he admires you, his hands sliding from your shoulders down to your breasts, giving them a slight squeeze before travelling further down to your thighs.
''Jesus, Y/N, you went commando? You're killing me.''
You smirk as you watch him nearly crash out over your bare body. His ears turn red as he learns you've been wearing nothing under that dress the entire night - as if you were waiting for this to happen.
''You little minx,'' he hisses as you raise your knee slightly, brushing it against his hard, clothed cock. San stands up and stands in front of the bed, facing you as he undresses himself slowly. It's way more intense than any stripshow those Magic Mike guys could do.
San's eyes stay locked on yours as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned and chiseled abs. He removes his slacks, and lastly his underwear; showing off his thick, hard length.
Your mouth waters at the sight of it. You've slept with men before, seen all kinds of shapes and sizes but nothing comes close to the sheer perfection he carries between his legs. It's deliciously thick and long, and it makes your brain short-circuit when you think about how it'll feel inside you.
San looks at you mildly confused when you get up, but when you push him down to sit on the edge of the bed he knows all too well what you want from him.
''You don't have to go down on me if you don't want to, angel,'' he says, but his cock is pratically begging for it as it twitches when you sit on your knees in front of him.
''I know I don't have to. But I want to. I desperately want your cock in my mouth, Sanie,'' you say with a cheeky smirk. The nickname makes his cock twitch again, and he has no idea it could turn him on so much. Maybe it's just the way you say it.
He feels as if he's under a spell. San has never been this affected by a woman before, but the way your eyes shine when you look at him does something to him.
You lick a stripe from the bottom to the tip of his cock to wet it and he groans lowly. Your fingers curl around the base of his cock, slowly pumping him up and down. You earn a moan from him when you flick your thumb over his slit, showing you he's sensitive there.
''Fuck, baby,'' he breathes out as you pick up the pace of your hand. You tease his tip again, rubbing your tongue over it and circling it slowly.
San lets out a whimper - a whiny sound a lot of men would get embarrassed about, but San doesn't get embarrassed. He's confident, and he oozes with it. He completely lets himself go, completely focusing on you and on feeling good.
You take him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down. San's hand runs through your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail. You move faster, letting out slight moans and slurping sounds as you please him.
San enjoys the show you make of it and he isn't shy to show you. His hips twitch as he tries to hold himself back from thrusting into your mouth. You look up and lock eyes before he groans and throws his head back.
You watch his chest heave up and down, and you see a bead of sweat trickle down his skin. San moans out your name when you cup his balls and stimulate them gently. You pull off his cock with a pop to catch your breath for a moment, but then you dive deeper and start sucking on his balls.
''Jesus, Oh my God, Y/N,'' he curses as his eyes roll back.
His breathing gets more uneven as you stroke his cock while using your mouth on his balls, and you're sure he's not going to last much longer.
With a few more strokes he comes undone all over your hand, and when his orgasm dies down you remove yourself from him, licking the cum off your hand, tasting his saltiness with a smirk.
He pulls you up and puts you down on his lap. You smile as you run your hands over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin on your palms. The way the light from the moon outside catches his eyes makes the moment so romantic you feel like you could die peacefully and happy right there and then.
And then he kisses you, so hungrily, so passionate, and with so much need you've never experienced before. You're sure San can taste himself on your tongue, but he doesn't back away - and this makes him even more attractive.
You feel his fingers slide over your thigh to slowly push it open. You widen your legs and he slides his middle finger through your folds, slowly rubbing it and collecting the wetness he caused.
With a soft moan you pull away, but your lips stay close to his, and your eyes are locked together. San slides in a finger, slowly pumping in and out, while his thumb rubs over your clit.
San looks so deeply into your eyes you feel a blush creep up on your cheeks. When he feels you getting looser and relaxing more he slides in a second finger, curling them just right with each thrust of his finger.
You tightly hold onto his shoulders as you moan his name. While his dominant hand stays busy between your legs, his other holds you in place on his lap.
Another moan falls off your lips and you squirm in his hold, hand sliding over his chest. Your hand stops as you detect the quickening beat of his heart, and you feel something you've never felt like this before; genuine yearning.
''Please,'' you beg in a whimper, ''harder, please, Sanie, please, God please.''
San smirks and delivers, moving his fingers faster to thrust into you harder. Your breathing becomes uneven and a familiar heat coils in your abdomen.
It's obvious that San feels it too by the way your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he curls his fingers again to hit your sweet spot just right.
His palm now rubs over your clit as he moves, and you feel your orgasm hitting you like a truck, washing over you. You cry out his name loudly as he rides out your orgasm, pressing kisses all over your chest and breasts.
When you've come back down on earth he lays you flat on the bed and lays between your legs.
''W-What are you- Oh-o-ohh...''
San's tongue glides through your folds and laps at your sensitive clit. You can't help but keep squirming, and you swear if he keeps this up you might come again in a matter of seconds.
He laps at your clit and then sucks on it, sometimes slow and soft and then he sucks hard, hungrily. The way he continues to change his pace brings you frustration, as you're close to orgasming again, but it's also throwing you off.
''Fuck, San, I j- O-Oh! God, please, I just wanna come- I just need to-just need-''
San pulls away from your pussy to look at you with a smirk on his face. ''What is it baby? Can't form sentences anymore?''
You groan and sigh desperately. ''San, God I need you to make me come again, I swear, I'm so close, I just need you to keep going.''
''Keep going, hm? With what?'' he teases, his tongue sliding through your pussy, but avoiding the place where you need him the most. You squirm and moan, eyes tearing up.
''San, oh Sanie, I-I need you, please just- m-my clit. Need you on my clit, I'll come for you, fuck, I'll come so prettily for you, I promise I just need-''
He smirks and moves his head back down, sucking harshly on your clit, just the way he did earlier. He sucks and moves his tongue around as he gropes your thighs so hard there will definitely be bruises left.
You scream his name when your second orgasm finally hits you, and your body squirms and shakes, like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
He continues to lick your clit and nearly makes you see stars. Your hands run through his hair and you pull on it slightly, trying to get him off your too sensitive pussy, but he seems like he's in a trance - so focussed on making you feel good.
You pull his hair once more and he finally pulls away with a low moan. ''T-Too much,'' you whimper softly.
San smiles and kisses you softly. ''You're perfect,'' he whispers against your ear before kissing your jawline. You grin softly, your breathing easing down again.
''You are absolutely incredible,'' you smile, ''I don't think any man has made me come twice in one night.''
San quirks an eyebrow. ''Really? Not even twice? Wow, the bar is on the floor for real,'' he grins, ''And I am not even done with you yet.''
''No? What are you planning on doing?'' you taunt, hand sliding over his chest again. ''Hm, well I can't wait to be inside you... Make you come on my cock and fill you up the way you deserve to be.''
The way he says it so casually brings a flush to your cheeks. ''Yeah? Are you going to fill me up, Sanie?''
You watch San's eyes darken with lust, and you notice his cock twitch. ''Yeah baby, I'm going to fill that pussy to the brim, gonna stuff you full and make you mine.''
He moves on top of you swiftly, spreading your legs again. ''Gonna make you feel so good, angel, I promise.''
You nod and cup his cheek to kiss him as he slides into you. The stretch burns a little, and he's gentle with you, knowing his size. The fire dies down quickly, and you pull away from his lips.
''Sanie, you can move now, I'm ready,'' you breathe out.
San smirks and nods, quickly following your orders, moving in and out of you slowly at first.
''God, you're so big, Sanie, such a big cock,'' you whine softly. ''Yeah baby, bet you love having my big cock inside you, hm? My little size queen,'' he groans as he thrusts faster.
You moan his name and dig your nails into his shoulders. His hands roam over your thighs and hips and he holds onto you tight as he rams his cock into your needy hole.
''Yes, I love your big cock Sanie, love having your big cock in my tiny wet pussy,'' you cry out. You're not one to usually talk this dirty during sex, but something about him just brings it out in you.
''Such a good pussy, fuck, I love it so much baby, I think I'll have to keep you around.''
The sound of skin slapping together and your moans make the most sinful, but beautiful melody you've ever heard - and it turns you on so much.
After a few minutes he flips the two of you over, you sitting on top of him. He holds you tightly in his arms as you roll your hips into his, his cock nearly touching your cervix. You cry out as the starts to thrust up into you, and you throw your head back.
San laps at your nipples every now and then and watches your tits bounce on your chest with every move. The way you're riding him makes a perfect angle for him to hit your g-spot now, and he moves so fast you can barely breathe.
You cry out his name again, and feel your pulse quicken. ''I-I think I'm coming again, baby, oh Sanie,'' you cry out.
Never in your life has a man made you come this easily, but San knows exactly what you need. Knows exactly what to do and where to find all the spots that make you feel like you've died and went to heaven.
Your clit grazes on his pelvis with every thrust, and it brings you over the edge for the third time that night.
''That's right baby, come on my cock, you're such a good girl, such a pretty girl, that's right baby,'' he grunts as you clench down on him. You whine and cry as the orgasm takes over you.
He flips you on your back, your head nearly hanging over the edge of the bed as he drills his cock into you. You're almost passing out from the pleasure and exhaustion - but the way he talks to you keeps you awake.
''I'm gonna fill this pussy up now baby, gonna breed it and make it mine, make it my pussy, only mine to fuck, mine to breed. Fuck, baby, gonna keep you close to me, gonna fuck you forever.''
He thrusts once more before he spills inside you, filling you up with his cum. He moans your name and thrusts a few more times to milk himself dry. You mewl softly as he pulls his cock out, and you feel the cum leak down your ass right away, but you don't care about the mess you're making right now.
San cleans you up like a gentleman, and let's you rest in his arms the rest of the night. As you lay on his chest and he carresses your hair the both of you know that there's something more than sex between you. There is an unmatched chemistry, unlike anything you have ever felt before.
And it doesn't matter it's going so fast. Because you love a speed drive, and there's nothing that San knows to do better than that.
PHYSICAL || KANG YEOSANG
Genre: Smut, mild angst and fluff
Pairing: Genius!Yeosang x Bartender!Femreader
Word Count: 1.9K
Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers AU, College student Yeosang, Yeosang is anxious and sad, Protected sex, Oral sex, Virgin!Yeosang, Experienced!reader, Praise
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"Can I have two vodka shots, please?"
A beautiful guy sat on the stool right on front of you. His hair was dark and kind of fell before his eyes. His skin was pale and you noticed a little red mark on the side of his face, looking like a birthmark. His shoulders were tense and his leg bounced up and down rapidly. He must feel nervous or anxious, you figured. You gave him a smile and nodded, filling two shotglasses with straight vodka. The guy thanked you and put some money down and immediately after he took both shots. "Re-fill, please."
"Wow, you must have a rough night," you say as you re-fill the shot glasses. "You shouldn't shot too much vodka though." "I know the exact amount of vodka I can handle, thank you," he says, putting more money down. He shots the vodka again and sighs deeply.
You keep watching him as you're making a martini cocktail for another customer. You had never seen this guy around before, while you usually tend regulars. The guy thanked you again and left the bar, leaving you a little confused, wondering who he was.
A few nights later he showed up again, sitting down on the same stool. You walked up to him and smiled. "Good evening," you greeted him. "Hey, could I get a scotch on the rocks?" "Sure," you nodded, making his drink.
You watched him drink it but he seemed not to like it very much. "Something wrong with your drink, sir?" "No, no, I just... I don't usually drink alcohol. It's not my thing. But I kinda need it right now." You nodded, understanding where he comes from. A lot of people who come to the bar for drinks come to forget about their current situation.
"What's bugging you?" You asked. "Honestly? I feel like I'm at a dead end,'' he sighed. ''A dead end? About what?'' He then started to explain he's a Physics student at the university nearby and his research is failing. ''I was so sure, you know? I was so sure I'd have a breakthrough but all my inspiration is just gone. I've got nothing and the deadline is coming up soon. I'm just... stuck and I can't get over it.''
''Well then get on top of it, of someone,'' you grinned, ''Let your stress out.'' ''I don't have sex,'' he stated, sipping from his glass. You looked at him, intrigued. ''You do not have sex? Are you a-sexual?'' ''Oh, no, not necissarily. Well. I don't really know actually. I haven't paid attention to those sort of things. It is not like I do not want sex though. I would... But no one really likes me or anything so I stopped caring a while ago. It is what it is you know?''
You frowned and looked at him up and down to which he gave you a questioning look. ''What?'' ''Well,'' you sighed, ''I just can't understand how people don't like you. You're kind. You're hot. What's there not to like?'' ''Well, the fact that I am a virgin,'' he said quietly. ''I don't know why people care about those things, I sure don't.''
The guy looked at you, with hopeful, big brown eyes. ''You don't?'' ''No, I don't think it is right to judge someone for being a virgin. I don't care about that stuff.'' ''So you'd have sex with me?'' The two of you were quiet now. ''You want me to have sex with you?'' you grinned as you cleaned some glasses, ''Are you sure about that?'' ''Well I... I'd like to try it and you just said I'm handsome right? And that you do not mind my virginity. You said it might help, right?''
You laughed. ''You're really endearing. What's your name?'' ''Oh, I apologize, how rude of me. I'm Kang Yeosang.'' ''Nice to meet you Yeosang, I'm Y/N. You'll need that when you're moaning out my name tonight after I'm done with my shift,'' you smirked. Yeosang swallowed thickly, biting his lip. ''Really?'' ''Really. I get off at 11, wait for me? I'll take you to my place, it's right down the street.'' Yeosang nodded and politely waited, drinking his bitter whiskey.
A while later you approached him again when your shift had ended. You took his hand and giggled at his shocked expression. ''Come with me cutie.'' Your seductive voice made Yeosang's hormones rage through his body. In a matter of minutes you got into your apartment, taking off coats and shoes and you took him to your couch.
''Have you kissed before, Yeosangie?'' He nodded shyly, ''A long timeago, but yes, I have... I know how that part works. It's the part after that I don't know.'' You nodded and pulled him close. You pressed your lips against his and God, were they soft. He looked so clean and polished and he probably took good care of his lips too. How else would they be this soft? They were so warm too, making you completely melt into the kiss. His lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside his mouth.
You pressed your body onto his and he tensed up, probably never have felt this before. You pulled back and ran your hand through his hair. ''Never felt a woman's body before, have you, Yeosangie?'' He shook his head, swallowing thickly. He was already growing a raging boner in his pants that needed to be freed. You palmed his crotch and his cheeks heated up, growing red. ''It's okay, Sangie, I'm gonna take care of you. No reason to be afraid, okay?'' He nodded and took a deep breath to relax himself.
Standing up, you took him to your bedroom for more comfort. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking around curiously as you got on your knees in front of him. He blushed when your gentle hands travelled up his thigh towards his zipper. You grinned at the bashful boy as you opened up his corduroy pants. Your heart was racing with excitement when you pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard, girthy length.
''Look at that,'' you breathed out, your hot breath fanning over the tip of his twitching cock. ''I-I'm sorry if-'' ''No. You're perfect the way you are, Sangie, you're never gonna apologize for your body, you're beautiful, I promise,'' you assured him before he could say any more. He nodded and then took his sweater off. To your surprise he was more muscly than you'd expect. ''You look like a greek God, Yeosang, I swear. Except your cock is much bigger,'' you smirked.
He blushed again, to which you laughed soundly. ''Y/N, don't embarrass me!'' Yeosang whined. ''I'm sorry angel, I'll make you feel good now.'' You took off your top, revealing your black lacy bra before you took his cock into your hand. You gently slid your tongue over the tip of his dick while looking Yeosang in the eyes. He whimpered softly and bit his lip, full of anticipation. ''Don't worry about lasting long baby,'' you commented before you took him into your mouth.
Your lips parted beautifully around his cock and he grunted at the sight of it. Bobbing your hair up and down, you coated his long shaft with saliva. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked while your hands fondled his balls. ''Y/N, oh God,'' he moaned out, leaning back a little. One of his hands ran through your hair and by the heavy twitching of his dick you knew he would definitely not last long. But considering he was a virgin and new to all this pleasure you did not mind at all, in fact, you were proud you're able to get him off so quickly.
In a matter of seconds his moans grew louder and he burst, spilling himself into your mouth. You let go of his cock and swallowed his cum with a smirk as you watched him regain his breath. ''God, You are amazing Y/N,'' he smiled. You grinned and got up, undressing yourself until you were naked in front of him.
''Take a good look if you want, Sangie,'' you said as he admired your bare body. ''You're beautiful,'' he smiled, and you knew it was genuine. ''Do you wanna touch me?'' you asked. Yeosang looked nervous and he looked down. ''I don't know how to do all that...''
You caressed his cheek softly and he looked back at you again. ''Honey, I can teach you all that. Let me ride you first, hm? We've got time,'' you assured him. Yeosang nodded and laid against your pillows. ''Like this?'' he asked. You nodded and took a condom from your drawer, rolling it down his shaft. ''Perfect, babe.''
Yeosang put his hands on your hips when you positioned yourself on top of him. ''Are you ready, Yeosang?'' ''Yes, I am... I want you,'' he breathed out, his hands running up to your breasts, cupping them gently. You smiled at the sweet boy, knowing you were about to take his virginity and teach him about all the kinds of pleasure you could bring each other.
You let yourself sink down on his cock, moaning at the stretch of him inside you. ''Look at that baby, you fit so well, such a pretty cock for me to ride, for me to fuck,'' you moaned when you started rolling your hips. Yeosang moaned and threw his head back, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being inside your wet cunt. Even with the condom on he felt like he got swallowed in by your warmth, like electricity in his body. You fucked yourself on his cock, bouncing up and down just the way you liked it.
''How's that baby? How does that feel?'' you panted out. He just nodded eagerly as he whimpered, overwhelmed with pleasure. The sound of your skin slapping together was like music to your ears. ''You know what you can do baby?'' His eyes met yours when you took one of his hands and pressed his fingers on your exposed clit. You cleaned back slightly to give him a clearer view of your pussy.
''Rub here, circle it,'' you told him, and Yeosang quickly obeyed. He rubbed your clit in circles and switched from slow to fast from time to time as you kept moving up and down his cock. ''Oh that's it baby, so good for me, such a good boy!'' ''Fuck, Y/N, I t-think I'm coming again! I'm gonna come!'' ''Come for me, Sangie, rub my clit fast and we'll come together, hm? Harder baby, yes that's it, that's it! Fuck you're such a good boy, I'm coming with you baby, right there, right there!''
With only a single movement you felt an orgasm wash over you and you moaned out his name. Yeosang whimpered and twitched inside you as your pussy clenched down on him. He spilled his cum into the condom and panted out your name. ''Fuck,'' he cursed. He looked so beautiful, all fucked out you swore he did look like a Greek God.
''You've been so perfect, little scientist boy,'' you grinned as you got off his cock. ''Ah, don't call me that, aren't I a man now?'' he laughed cutely. You grinned and shook your head. ''No. Virginity doesn't determine your manliness baby, don't worry about that. You're all man.'' ''Well... This man really enjoyed it... Thank you for doing this for me.'' ''Well thank you for letting me and giving me a good time too. What about a second round of getting physical right away?'' ''Y/N. That's a horrible pun but I'll take it.''
