dom!keeho, switch!intak, sub!reader, fingering, three way kiss (think of zendaya on the edge of that bed with those two guys… yeah… mhm 🙂↕️), lots of hands all over y/n body, not proof read
it was late at night,
little noises echo in keeho’s apartment. a small detour to the bedroom, the culprits of the noise are spotted. you sat on the edge of the bed, right between keeho and intak. keehos tongue traced your neck as you made out with intak, his hand resting on your inner thigh, massaging deep circles into it. a moan escaped into intak’s mouth as keeho let his own hand tease your sopping core, fluids seeping through the lace fabric that was preventing keeho’s fingers from already pooling into your wet cunt.
“tak, she’s already so wet. she’s dripping.” keeho said in amazement as he continued to tease you through your panties, circling his thumb over your sensitive bud before pulling your panties to the side, cocking his head towards intak, “look at her.” he said softly and intak quickly pulled away from the kiss, a string of drool following his bottom lip as he looked down at what keeho had displayed, your pretty, wet, puffy pussy.
intak licked his lips and let himself run his fingers between your folds, making your legs quiver and wrap around his wrist, “shit, wait oh god..” you moaned out, stopping his hand from moving. intak hissed under his breath as he felt how you were throbbing from keeho’s teasing alone. keeho gave you a small tsk and slapped your hand away, “is that how we treat our guests, babe? i don’t think so. go ahead, tak. feel her.” keeho bit his bottom lip as he watched intak’s fingers slowly disappear into your heat, his own hand palming himself through his sweatpants, “fuck, it’s like she sucked your fingers in..” keeho said in amazement as he looked up at your twisted face.
your eyes were rolled back and your toes were curled. keeho took this chance to dip down and start kissing your collarbone while intak started to pump his digits inside of you, intak’s bulge growing incredibly hard. keeho moaned out lowly before shaking his head, “mm, i didn’t think this would be so hot.” he groaned as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him. he caught a gaze of intak’s face as he fucked his fingers into you and leaned forward, kissing intak gingerly as he started to stroke himself. intak let out a soft sigh when he felt keeho’s lips against his and let his free hand palm himself as he continued to fuck his fingers into you.
you could feel yourself inching closer and closer to the edge, your fingers tightly wrapped around intak’s wrist as his fingers started to move quicker but you finally took the chance to open your eyes and saw the boys making out in front of you. your jaw slightly hung open from the view, “oh fuck..” you cussed as you watched them, before leaning forward and connecting your lips with them aswell. keeho pulled back a bit to allow your lips to touch both his and intak’s.
intak whimpered from the kiss but let out a sharp inhale when he felt your hand finally touch his throbbing bulge. from excitement, intak sped the movement of his fingers which triggered you to tilt your head back, “intak- oh fuck- wait,” your words were cut off by the sudden change in speed, causing a higher pitched moan to leave your lips before a string of clear fluids escaped from your body. keeho and intak both watched as you squirted and intak’s mouth hung open as keeho bit his bottom lip and gripped his own cock,
“holy shit, baby.” he said in amusement as he looked down where intak’s fingers once were. he licked his lips and took the hand intak just removed from your core, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking on the wet digits. intak bit his own lip as he watched keeho and continued to grind his hips into your weakly placed hand. after keeho had sucked intak’s fingers, he pulled back to bring his lips to yours, his tongue immediately darting into your mouth so you could taste yourself. you let out a soft whimper as keehos tongue explored your mouth and you tried your best to snake your hand into intak’s pants, wrapping your hand around his throbbing length.
intak let out a choked moan at the contact and bucked his hips immediately, feeling relieved he was finally getting touched. keeho pumped his own cock in his hand as he let his tongue explore your mouth, a growl leaving his lips as he finally pulled back and shook his head,
“fuck, i don’t know if i wanna cum on you, in you or fuck you both.” keeho sighed as he continued to stroke his cock. both you and intak’s eyes widened at keeho’s words and you bit your bottom lip, looking at him with hooded eyes,
“eat me out n let me take care of takkie? he’s so hard in my hand, i want a taste.” you recommended to keeho and keehos hand movement came to a pause at the suggestion, his throat going dry. intak moaned from the suggestion alone and gripped the bedsheets, trying to hold back from cumming in your hand so quickly. he let his head lul back, “fuck- please, hyung..” he let out a small whimper as he looked at keeho and keeho felt his cock twitch again.
keeho took a deep breath to control himself and nodded, “yeah, i like that. intak, lay down so my baby can take care of that for you,” keeho let his hand run up and down his cock one more before pulling his pants down, “then, i’m gonna let you ride him while i stretch him out, and when he cums, you’re gonna sit on his face so he can eat it out. expect my pretty little hole to be nice and clean for me if i share.”
》 plot: every night this summer, you fantasized about your boss, Mr. Jeong. babysitting his adorable daughter all summer had turned your small crush on the young, single dad into a lust-filled infatuation. after an awkward encounter that left you both humiliated, you did your best to keep your distance at his daughter’s birthday party. that is, until fate trapped you in a bathroom with him while the party carried on outside.
》 content: oh boy, let's see, age gap, aged up yunho, virgin reader, reader lowkey down bad and porn-obsessed, bathroom sex, mirror sex, panties stay on!! grinding, cowgirl stand and carry, yunho basically using you like a fleshlight, use of sir and good girl, filthy dirty talk, cum eating, cum facial, multiple orgasms, reader obsessed with his cum lol, thigh fucking, sucking his dick while he watches porn??? MONSTER CAWK YUNHO
》 playlist: prettiest virgin- agar agar, candy- doja cat, I fucking lust you- d'african, taste so good- sabrina claudio, less of you- omar apollo, real life- the marias
You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again, but here you were, laying in bed with a vibrator cupped to your clit, eyes glued to your phone screen as you tapped on the first video in the big dick category. It took a while for the vibrator to buzz you the right way, but once you found your sweet spot, your head sank lower into your pillow and you had to bite your lip to keep any sounds from slipping out of your mouth. This was the fifth night in a row that you jerked off, and honestly, you were exhausted; Tired of waking up late because of your little late-night endeavors, tired of feeling gross each time your wetness leaked out and stained your panties during the day, and most of all, tired of being a virgin.
The video you were watching had your favorite pornstar in it. The guy himself wasn’t at all your type, but his cock was pretty. And big. It’s weird to admit, but this is how you imagined Mr. Jeong’s cock looked like. You had been babysitting Mr. Jeong’s six-year-old daughter for the summer while school was out. She was an angel. Hana reminded you a lot of Bubbles from the PowerPuff Girls cartoon, with her sweet little voice and sensitive nature. You loved spending time with her.
Yes, throughout the summer, you had developed a crush on Hana’s Dad. How could you not? He was everything a man ought to be— tall, handsome, and kind. His being a good father was just a plus in your eyes. He worked from home, so you’d see him occasionally throughout the day. During his break, he’d come downstairs from his home office to color with Hana for a few minutes. During lunch, you’d sit with them on the patio, watching with heart eyes as he wiped ketchup off of her little mouth.
Lately, your infatuation has become all-consuming, and you resorted to buying a vibrator from Amazon to help ease your frustrations. And that’s when this little habit of yours began. It felt odd, at first. You didn’t want to be the type of person who watches porn every night for hours, imagining your boss doing all these things to you. It just sort of happened. And instead of easing your frustrations, it made them worse.
You hated being a virgin. Vibrators weren’t enough. You, for lack of a better term, needed to be dicked down. Preferably by Mr. Jeong, but that would only happen in your wildest dreams. It wasn’t like he made it easy for you. Yesterday for example, when you were preparing Hana’s PB&J, Mr. Jeong reached over your head to grab a mug from the cupboard above you. “Behind you,” he alerted, his fingers grazing over your waist as he pulled his coffee mug out. You stood frozen, the place where he touched you burning hot on your skin.
Every time he touches you, whether it’s the accidental brush of his fingers when he hands you your check or the deliberate weight of his hand on your shoulder as he thanks you at the end of the day, it only makes you crave him more and more.
The video you were watching had an obvious size kink going on. The male pornstar was huge, and he was able to pick up his petite partner and fuck into her with ease. Your thighs clenched thinking about Mr. Jeong picking you up like that and pumping you up and down his length, stuffing just the tip of his big cock into you because that’s all that could fit. Your core tightened, and your orgasm was imminent, until…
It died. Your vibrator died.
“Oh, fuck off!” You cursed, slamming your head back into your pillow. Stupid cheap fucking vibrator. Here’s to another night of being a lonely, twenty-something virgin, going to bed unsatisfied and unwanted. You sighed, exasperated.
Mr. Jeong was older. You didn’t know much about his wife. It was a sensitive topic for him. And Hana was too young to remember her final moments. He couldn’t possibly want anything to do with you, and instead, you filled your head with unrealistic fantasies to keep yourself up at night and made yourself cum to them. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you were around more boys your age.
Too tired to continue with your fingers, you shifted to your side and tried to make yourself comfortable. It was 4 in the morning now, which meant you’d only get about 3 hours tonight. Just great, you thought to yourself, waiting for the exhaustion to finally lull you to sleep.
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You were rather sluggish today, struggling to keep your eyes open as you drove to Mr. Jeong’s house. The cold brew you picked up before heading over there wasn’t much help. Instead, it just made you even more tired. I need to stop jerking off before bed, you told yourself. Luckily, it was Friday, which meant you had enough time to catch up on the lost hours of sleep this weekend.
You sighed as you measured out the detergent to wash Hana’s favorite tutu, the warm and fuzzy smell of fabric softener reminding you of your blanket at home, making you want to sleep even more. Hana got upset this morning before you dropped her off to ballet practice when some syrup from her drive-thru pancakes dripped onto her tutu. To quiet her tantrum, you promised her you’d go back home to wash it so it's nice and clean for her to wear when she comes back, and that you’d also bring her second favorite tutu for practice— a purplish-blue one with pink glitter dusted around it. It didn’t feel right just washing one piece of clothing, so you decided to go upstairs and quickly grab the dirty clothes from Hana and Mr. Jeong’s hampers.
You yawned as you made your way up the stairs, stopping by Hana’s room first. Her room was, as always, a chaotic mess—Barbie dolls and crayons scattered across the floor in colorful disarray, old juice boxes, and snack bags left forgotten on the desk. No matter how many times you tried to teach her the importance of cleaning up after herself, the lesson never seemed to stick. With a resigned sigh, you grabbed the clothes from her hamper and stuffed them into the laundry basket.
Leaving her room, you headed toward Mr. Jeong’s, but froze mid-step as a strange, muffled sound reached your ears from his office. At first, you assumed he was in a meeting, but as you drew closer, the noises grew more alarming—strained and uneven, almost as if he were in pain or… crying?
You gently set the laundry basket down on the floor, carefully tiptoeing toward the door. Pressing your ear against the cold, wooden surface, you strained to make sense of the muffled noises coming from inside. A sharp hiss followed by a low, frustrated “fuck” caught you off guard, making your breath hitch.
Startled, you raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door. “Mr. Jeong?” you called softly. No answer. Concern gnawed at you, and without thinking, you turned the knob. The door creaked as it inched open, the sound slicing through the stillness.
“Mr. Jeong, is everything—” you started, stepping inside.
Mr. Jeong swiveled in his chair, his face frozen in a mask of shock and embarrassment. The two of you stood locked in place as if time itself had come to a standstill. The only sounds in the room were the filthy, lewd moans of a woman coming from his computer. Your gaze dropped instinctively, trailing down his frame until your eyes caught on something in his lower half— his long slender fingers gripping tightly onto his erect cock.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice sharp with panic as he scrambled to pull his pants up, hastily stuffing himself back into his waistband. His movements were frantic, his face flushed a deep crimson. “I-I thought you were at the ballet school!”
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the heat rising so quickly you felt your face must be as red as his. “I-I was,” you stammered, your words tumbling out awkwardly as you tried to steady your voice. “But… Hana’s tutu got dirty, and I… I came back to grab another one…”
The porn video continued playing in the background, the sounds of the ridiculously wet blowjob making the awkwardness even more unbearable.
Mr. Jeong, finally snapping out of his daze, spun back to his computer and fumbled to exit the site, the click of the mouse unnervingly loud in the heavy silence. He turned back to you, his mouth opening as if to say something, but no words came. His expression was a mixture of shame and desperation, his face still a deep shade of red.
“I’m so sorry,” you blurted out, your voice breathless and shaky as you struggled to compose yourself. The urge to flee was overwhelming. “I-I should get back to Hana. So sorry again!”
Without waiting for a response, you spun on your heel and hurried out of the room, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to process what had just happened.
—
You had worried earlier about how you’d make it through the day, feeling so drained and sluggish, but the shock from what happened had jolted you awake like a surge of electricity. Now, a different concern gnawed at you—whether you’d be able to sleep at all tonight. Embarrassment burned through you, and you were sure poor Mr. Jeong wanted to disappear off the face of the Earth after that moment.
Yet, despite yourself, your mind kept racing, replaying the image of his cock. It was so big. It was prettier than the pornstar’s you watch every night. It looked so firm in his hands, the tip flushed pink just like his cheeks. You wondered how it would feel between your legs. Would you even be able to take it? You had dildos in the past, but nothing more than the size of your palm.
“Cash or card?” Hana chirped, her cheerful voice snapping you out of the inappropriate thoughts swirling in your head about her dad.
“Hmm?” you mumbled, blinking down at her as she sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. The living room was a mess, scattered with the colorful pieces of her cashier playset. She pointed at the small plastic credit card in your hand, her expression expectant.
“Oh, uh… I guess card?” you replied, handing it over. You watched as she swiped it through the toy terminal, her little hand expertly mimicking the action.
“Boo beep!” she said with a grin, the sound effects spot-on, before handing you back the card along with a tiny plastic milk carton. “Here you go!”
You couldn’t help but smile, her playful innocence pulling you further from your earlier embarrassment. “Thanks, Hana. Can I have a bag, please?”
“That’s fifty cents extra.”
“Little haggler, aren’t you?” You teased.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, pulling Hana’s attention away from the transaction. “Daddy!” she exclaimed joyfully, rushing toward Mr. Jeong and wrapping her tiny arms around his legs in a tight hug.
“Hey, peanut,” he greeted with a warm smile, scooping her up and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.
“Daddy, I did a pirouette today at practice! Wanna see?”
As Hana spun around, tripping over her own feet a couple of times, you gathered your things and stuffed them into your bag. You kept your eyes down, moving toward the door with a quiet sigh of relief. For once, you were thankful it wasn’t payday; no need to linger any longer, no forced small talk with Mr. Jeong. He seemed just as relieved as he tried his best to avoid you altogether.
“See you next week, kiddo,” you said, ruffling Hana’s soft hair before heading for the door.
“Wait, Daddy! Can Y/N come to my birthday party tomorrow?”
Mr. Jeong’s smile faltered, replaced by an uncomfortable glance in your direction. “Oh, um, well… why don’t you ask her, sweetie?” he said, quickly deflecting the question back to you.
Hana ran up to you, pressing her small body into your legs and looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. “Y/N, can you please please please come to my birthday party? There’s gonna be ice cream cake!”
The urge to say no was strong. You could sense Mr. Jeong’s discomfort, and honestly, you were looking forward to a quiet weekend away from him. But her hopeful gaze, the way her lips stuck out in a small, almost irresistible pout… it was too much to deny.
“Oh, well… I think I have to go somewhere this weekend and…” you started, but then her lower lip began to tremble, and you hated seeing her upset.
You let out a soft sigh, the words slipping out despite yourself. “I, uh, I guess I can come for a little bit.”
“Yay!” Hana cheered, her excitement spilling over as she jumped up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
You exchanged a quiet good night with Mr. Jeong, the awkwardness lingering between you both, before disappearing into the warm summer night. The air was heavy as you made your way to your car, but your mind was racing.
As you sat behind the wheel, you cursed yourself under your breath. You should’ve held your ground, should’ve said no when you had the chance. But now… now you are going to a party with Mr. Jeong. How were you supposed to handle that? How were you supposed to navigate a whole afternoon, trapped in the same space with him, when the last thing you wanted was to face him after walking in on him jerking off earlier?
You huffed as you put your keys in the ignition. This was going to be a long weekend.
—
The next day came quickly, too quickly, and you dreaded the whole affair as you pulled up on the driveway. You showed up about thirty minutes later than the time on the invitation, hoping to blend into the chaos without much fanfare. Sure enough, no one seemed to notice.
The house was buzzing with activity. Little kids, probably Hana’s classmates and friends from ballet, darted around like wild animals, screaming and leaving a trail of toys and crumbs in their wake. You weaved through the commotion, making your way to the table piled high with brightly wrapped presents.
You set down your gift; a doll set Hana had been dreaming about for weeks. Suddenly, you felt a small squeeze at your leg. Looking down, you saw Hana beaming up at you, her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug.
“You came!” she squealed, bouncing with excitement.
“Of course I did. Happy birthday!” you said, smiling as you ruffled her hair.
“Come meet my friends!” she insisted, grabbing your hand before you could protest.
Hana dragged you into the backyard, where her friends were splashing in the pool, their parents sitting nearby and watching them like hawks. Hana proudly introduced you to two of her closest friends—“important friends,” as she whispered with a serious nod that made you chuckle.
As you chatted with Hana’s friends, you felt a familiar pull in the corner of your eye. Mr. Jeong stood near the grill, just within your peripheral vision. The moment you glanced in his direction, your heart gave a sharp tug. He was watching you.
Your breath caught, but just before you could process it, you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the childlike conversation in front of you. As you nodded along, a thought crept in—was he still looking at you? The possibility made your skin prickle, a slow heat creeping up your neck, your pulse growing erratic. You fought the urge to glance his way again, but curiosity got the better of you. You glanced up again, a quick and casual move, but this time, he wasn’t looking anymore. He had already turned his attention to another parent, nodding along to whatever they were saying, sipping on his ice cold beer. Still, your skin tingled, like his gaze hadn’t fully left you.
The mix of the screaming children, the sun beating down on you, and the overwhelming energy of the party soon had you retreating. With a quick excuse, you headed for the shaded table, grabbing a Coca-Cola and savoring the brief moment of quiet.
You chugged the fizzy drink, the burn in your throat oddly satisfying as it momentarily cooled you off. As you set the half-empty can down, your ears caught snippets of a hushed conversation from the table next to you. Two women, likely mothers of Hana’s friends, were whispering, and one word made you tune in: Yunho.
“His wife passed away a few years ago, back when Hana was just learning to walk. Poor guy, raising her all on his own.”
“God, but he’s so cute, though,” the other one said, not bothering to lower her voice.
“I know, right? If I didn’t have Leo, I’d totally take him out for a spin.” They dissolved into giggles, clearly enjoying their little moment until their eyes flicked toward you.
You froze, caught mid-sip from your drink. The sudden attention made your cheeks warm as they realized you’d overheard them. One of the women quickly cleared her throat, trying to cover the awkwardness.
“So, which one’s yours?” she asked, her tone friendly, though her shoulders were tense—probably hoping you hadn’t heard the part where she casually considered sleeping with Mr. Jeong.
“Oh, none of them,” you replied, forcing a polite smile. “I’m Hana’s babysitter.”
You took another sip of your soda, trying to ignore the way the two women were looking at you. It was obvious they had some kind of assumption about you and Mr. Jeong, and it made your skin prickle with discomfort.
“Oh, I didn’t know Mr. Jeong had a babysitter,” the long-haired woman said, glancing at her friend with a knowing look.
You shifted under their stares, suddenly feeling like you were being sized up. They both looked down at your exposed legs, your flowy skirt just barely covering your knees. You knew what they were thinking. Their curiosity wasn’t just innocent small talk. It felt more like they were trying to figure out if you were a threat. A young, single dad and his younger, pretty babysitter? Sounded like an overdone porn plot.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, your fingers anxiously slipped against your soda can, sending the cold, fizzy liquid spilling down the front of your shirt.
“Oh, shit—” You gasped, stepping back as the sticky sweetness seeped into the fabric.
The two women let out little gasps, covering their mouths, but neither of them moved to help.
“Ugh,” you muttered, shaking your hands off. “Excuse me.”
Quickly, you turned and made your way inside, walking past clusters of parents and kids until you reached the staircase. Your face was burning with frustration. This whole weekend was just one embarrassment after another. Everything had felt weird since yesterday. Mr. Jeong had been acting strange, you’d been acting strange, and now you had people assuming things about you that weren’t even true.
You climbed the stairs, the noise of the party fading as you finally reached the bathroom. With a sigh, you pushed the door open and slipped inside, shutting the door behind you.
The cold air from the vent hit your damp shirt, making the fabric cling to your skin uncomfortably. Grimacing, you pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the sink. You turned on the faucet, grabbing a towel to try and clean it before the stickiness set in.
As you rubbed at the stain, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were still flushed, your hair slightly messy from the heat outside. You looked… flustered. Not just from the soda incident, but from everything. From him. From the way he was staring at you, from the way you’d been thinking about him all day, despite knowing you shouldn’t. It was no surprise that you couldn’t sleep the night before, your hands stuffed inside your panties all night, forcing yourself to cum over and over as you thought about Mr. Jeong pumping his big hard cock after a long day. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of categories he liked. MILF? Hentai? Gangbang? Did he have a favorite pornstar? You desperately wanted to know what he liked, how he liked it, his greatest desires. But what was the use? You were only driving yourself mad with these little fantasies.
You let out a deep breath, gripping the edge of the sink. Get it together.
Before you could pull yourself back to reality, you were startled by a sudden commotion outside of your door. And before you could even react, the door knob turned and the door creaked open.
Your heart jumped into your throat as Mr. Jeong stepped inside, his eyes focused on something behind him, mid-sentence. “I’ll be right there, just gotta take a leak—”
He stopped. Completely frozen.
His eyes landed on your bare skin, the lacy edge of your bra, the way the damp fabric of your shirt sat crumpled in the sink.
For a second, neither of you moved.
Then, as if snapping out of it, his eyes shot up to yours, and his face turned to that shade of red you’d seen before. “Shit” He spun around so fast he nearly slammed into the wall, and shut the door in front of him.
Your face burned with mortification. You grabbed your shirt, holding it up against your chest even though it was still wet. “What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled, trying to sound indignant, but your voice came out weaker than you wanted.
He ran a hand through his hair, his head still facing the door. “It wasn’t locked! And my friend is outside and—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll go.”
Silence lingered between you. You should’ve told him to hurry up and leave. Should’ve thrown something at him, and scolded him for barging in like that.
But you didn’t.
Instead, your pulse pounded in your ears as you watched the way his hands clenched at his sides, the way the muscle in the side of his jaw tensed. He was still standing there, motionless and breathing a little too hard, like he was trying really, really hard to control himself.
“…Are you gonna go?” you asked, your voice softer now.
Mr. Jeong hesitated, his hand lying still on the doorknob. He let out a shaky breath. “My friend is still out in the hall, maybe, I don’t know, I don’t want him to come in after me and see you. I’m just gonna give it another minute, just to be safe.” He whispered.
The bathroom felt impossibly small like the walls had closed in on you. The silence stretched, almost suffocating, broken only by the soft inhales through his nose and the distant chatter from the party downstairs. The faint drip of the faucet filled the space between you, but neither of you moved, let alone spoke.
It had only been a few seconds—maybe ten, maybe twenty—but it felt like minutes, like an eternity of you two just standing there, backs turned, bodies tense.
You both strained your ears, trying to pick up any signs of his friend lingering outside, but the house was too noisy, too alive with the sound of kids playing and parents chatting. There was no way to tell.
Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyes lowered down to your body, just for a second, before he snapped his head forward again, almost too quickly, like he’d been caught looking.
His throat bobbed. “I think he might be gone,” he murmured. “I don’t hear anything.”
You nodded behind him, staying in place.
He exhaled deeply, his shoulders finally relaxing. “I’m really sorry,” he said, sounding defeated.
“It’s not your fault,” you replied, gripping your damp shirt tighter against your chest. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I should’ve locked the door.”
“Right. Um… thanks,” he said. Then, after a pause, he added, “I also meant about yesterday. I feel so embarrassed. I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable about working for me. Hana really likes you.”
The mention of yesterday sent a small twist through your stomach. You swallowed. “I’m sorry for that too. I shouldn’t have walked in on you like that.”
He let out a short, breathy chuckle. “I guess we’re both just bad at locking doors. Makes us even.”
A small, nervous laugh slipped out of you, easing some of the tension in the room.
“And you don’t have to be embarrassed. Everyone does it—it’s normal,” you said, trying to reassure him, though you weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe to ease his discomfort. Maybe to ease your own.
He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Oh yeah?” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “You jerk off in front of your babysitter too?”
The teasing tone in his voice made your cheeks warm up. But it was the way he turned then, fully facing you, locking his deep brown eyes onto yours, that made the air shift; buzzing with something neither of you acknowledged but both of you felt.
His smirk faded as quickly as it had come as if he suddenly realized how inappropriate his words were. But he didn’t apologize this time. And more importantly—he didn’t leave.
Your stomach twisted into knots again, breath growing heavier, shallower. Fuck. He was so hot. His sharp jawline, so strong and well-defined, tensed ever so slightly. His broad shoulders, so effortlessly commanding, made you feel smaller in the best way. And those eyes—deep, warm brown, always soft when he looked at Hana—weren’t so soft now. They were sharp, locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse race. Even the faint crinkles near his eyes, the ones that usually appeared when he smiled, seemed more pronounced at this moment, only adding to how devastatingly beautiful he was.
You should have said something. You should have slipped on your cola-stained t-shirt and left the bathroom. But instead, you stood there, heart hammering in your chest, letting the weight of his gaze consume you. You couldn’t leave him. Not yet.
And then, without a second thought, you let your damp t-shirt slip from your fingers, the fabric pooling at your feet.
Mr. Jeong's gaze dropped to your cleavage, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His initial serious expression made your heart flutter with uncertainty. Have you crossed a line? But then, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and when his eyes met yours again, they held a spark that made your heart skip a beat. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mixture of sternness and intrigue.
“I just want to help…” you replied softly, stepping closer with careful slowness. Each step brought you nearer until you were close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Your eyes locked onto his, filled with intent and a hint of mischief.
With a soft but bold touch, you reached out to cup his clothed cock, feeling its firmness beneath your palm. You applied a teasing pressure, grinding your hand against him. The sudden contact made him draw in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he absorbed the sensation. “You didn’t get to cum last time, did you?” you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper that broke the tense silence between you.
His eyes opened slowly, a mix of desire and astonishment etched on his features. The initial hesitation seemed to melt away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stop a moan from escaping. You could feel him hardening in your hand, his pant seam threatening to burst open.
As if all his restraint had snapped, he pressed one hand against the back of your head, fingers burrowing into your hair, while the other slid just under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. He slammed his lips onto yours, finally giving in to the wild desire that had been simmering between you all day. Your lips moved messily while he grinded himself against your hand. “Fuck, you’re fucking crazy,” he said breathlessly into your lips, “And no, I didn’t, but I did think about creaming on your face before bed last night.”
You could already feel a wetness pooling between your legs, his words being the boost you so desperately needed to move forward. You kept kissing him hungrily while undoing his fly, his half-hard cock springing out in anticipation. You took him into your hand, your fingers barely meeting as you gripped around him, stroking him gently while he cursed into your mouth.
Mr. Jeong pulled away and spun you around in one swift move, pressing your body against his chest and trapping you in his embrace. Your hand remained obedient and eager, pumping his cock as his big hands roamed your body. One hand squeezed your breast, while the other slipped underneath your skirt. “Wore this skimpy little thing on purpose, didn’t you?” His words cascaded down your neck, “Little slut.”
You moaned softly as his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit, your sticky wet juices leaking through the fabric. Mr. Jeong gathered the front of your panties together and pulled with a force that made you gasp. The fabric wedged against your throbbing pussy, leaving you whimpering as you bucked your hips against the friction.
“Your so fucking wet, Y/N…” He teased, his lips pressed against your ears, sending a rush of butterflies in your stomach. “You liked what you saw yesterday, didn’t you? Couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you? Bet you came in on purpose, hmm? Heard what I was doing and wanted to help me cum?”
A deep, throaty moan escaped your lips. You loved the way he was talking to you, the way he reduced you to a horndog little pervert, and deep down, you knew it was true. You were addicted to the thrill of it all. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “I wanna be your good girl, your slut. Wanna help you cum sir, please. Want your hot load on me. Please, sir, I need it.” Your words were an invitation, a desperate plea for the intense pleasure you’ve craved for so long, and you knew he couldn't resist.
Mr. Jeong shifted from behind you and you felt the warmth of his cock, a tantalizing tap against your cunt, which forced an excited yelp from your lips. His hand covered your mouth, a gentle yet firm reminder to keep quiet. “Don’t want anyone hearing us, do we baby?”
His cock was sandwiched between your sopping-wet folds and the tight fabric of your panties. The feeling was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but grind your hot, eager pussy over his length. Your back rested against his chest, and you could feel his heart pounding in sync with your racing pulse. The fabric of your panties provided delicious friction, and you moaned softly into his hand, the sound muffled but still carrying the weight of your satisfaction.
You pressed your thighs together, squeezing his cock as you rode him, the sensation being too much for the both of you. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” He panted, his head falling forward and burying into your shoulder.
You grew restless, your grinding becoming faster and wild, the sounds of your quiet and desperate begging like music to his ears. “Please, sir, cum in my panties, I’ll be so good,” You pleaded with tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. The thought of walking around in his cum-soaked panties gave you a thrill. You could feel your clit pulsing as you rutted against his shaft, the sheer bliss of it beyond anything you’d ever experienced. “I’m gonna cum, sir, please…oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
As your orgasm subsided, his cock still pressed against your swollen clit. You felt a numbness, a euphoric high that left you floating, your wetness a warm, inviting contrast to his hot, throbbing length. Shivers ran down your spine, and you felt like you were hovering, your consciousness detached from your body.
Mr. Jeong lifted you in his strong arms, carrying you like fragile glass. He brought you to the bathroom mirror, and as he held you up, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of his length against your body. It was almost surreal, the difference in scale, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He snaked a hand around your waist, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your wet, glistening cunt to the cool air. You shivered, feeling a rush of vulnerability. He slapped his cock against your wet cunt, grinning, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
“What are you doing, sir?” you asked shyly, your voice soft and hesitant. You had never experienced this position before, and the sight of your legs spread wide and your cunt so open and exposed made you nervous. Mr. Jeong's hands grasped under your thighs, supporting your weight, and you could feel his strength and his muscles bulging as he held you up. “I wanna see this little pussy take my big cock,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Wanna watch it stretch and take me deep.”
You gulped, your heart racing in your chest. You had never taken something this big before, and Mr. Jeong was indeed impressive. The thought of being stretched, of accommodating to his size, both excited and intimidated you. You wanted to tell him about your virginity, but the words caught in your throat. You didn't want to turn him off, and so you remained silent, your mind racing with a mix of emotions.
Noticing your worried glance reflected in the mirror, Mr. Jeong's eyes narrowed, a hint of disappointment creasing his features. “What's wrong, baby? You wanna stop?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
“No,” you said quietly before reaching down to grasp his cock. With a firm grip, you began to work him up and down, the weight of his hard length in your hands making your pussy twitch. You pushed his cock against your entrance, the head pressing against your tight, virgin opening. “Please, sir,” you begged, your voice pathetically dry. “I want your cock inside of me. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me up. Wanna be good for you.”
The thought of giving up your virginity to him was both scary and exhilarating. You wanted to be his, to belong to him in the most intimate way possible. You pumped him desperately, your core aching to have him stuffed deep inside you.
The head of his cock pressed against your tight opening, and you could feel the stretch, the burning sensation of being filled for the very first time. A sob escaped your lips as Mr. Jeong slowly lowered you over his cock, the mirror reflecting it all. You watched in awe as his hot, throbbing rod disappeared inside your body, the sight of it stretching you, filling you, almost too much to bear.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he grunted, his eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and awe. The sensation of being filled by his impressive size was intense, and you were intoxicated by a mixture of pain and bliss, the feeling making your mind numb. He was incredibly gentle at first, pushing just the tip of his cock into your walls, treating you with the utmost care. But as tension built within him, his eyes grew darker, a fierce lust taking over. With a sudden, primal urge, he began working you over his cock, pulling you up and down, your tight pussy gripping his length. You felt incredible to him, like a fleshlight come to life, and even he struggled to mask his moans as your body adjusted to his size.
The pain was fleeting, replaced by a deep, satisfying pleasure. “Oh god, sir” you whispered, your voice strained. “It feels so good. So full... Please, don't stop.” Your sweet pleas made his ears buzz, his stomach fluttering from just how sweetly you begged for more of him.
“God, you’re doing so good for me,” He praised, almost giddy with how effortlessly you fit him. His eyes never left the mirror, his thick bulge disappearing into your tight, wet pussy, a sight too mesmerizing to look away from. “Such a good girl…look so pretty on my cock” He huffed, “My little cumslut.”
His words sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you felt your pussy clench around him in response. You wanted him to keep talking dirty to you, to fill your ears with every filthy word and fantasy he had while pounding into you.
Mr. Jeong grew tired, and he placed you back on the ground, pushing your body down against the sink, the cold marble against your bare stomach sending a chill down your spine. He lifted your skirt, rubbing himself against your puffy pussy lips, the overstimulation driving you wild. You felt his cock, thick and hard, lining up with your hole, and you knew what was coming. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he pushed into you in one swift, powerful motion, filling you up completely. He stilled his hips, giving your pussy a chance to adjust to his size, to wrap itself around him, to pulsate and invite him deeper. You were stuffed, every inch of your pussy filled with his cock, his balls swinging and slapping against your raw skin with each thrust.
With each snap of his hips, you cursed under your breath, your fingers gripping tightly to the sink as if it were your only anchor in this storm. "S-so big!" you yelped, your voice filled with a mix of awe and fear. Your body was now completely at the mercy of Mr. Jeong, his powerful strokes sending waves of pleasure and pain through your sensitive pussy.
As he continued to thrust into you, he brought one hand up, pressing his fingers against your mouth, effectively silencing your moans. "Gotta do something about that mouth, baby," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers, still wet with your juices from before, found their way into your mouth, and you gladly accepted them, your lips closing around his digits. You moaned deeply, your tongue wrapping around his fingers, tasting yourself on them. You lost yourself in his touch, his hard cock massaging your gummy walls, his fingers probing and exploring your warm mouth, his lips licking and sucking your ear lobe as he whispered filth to you, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm.
As your eyes met your reflection in the mirror, you were struck by a sense of unfamiliarity. Your makeup was smudged and running, the black mascara staining your tears and streaking down your cheeks. Your hair was frizzy and chaotic, some sweat-drenched strands framing your face and sticking to your warm cheeks. Your lips looked wet and swollen as you gagged around Mr. Jeong’s long fingers, the saliva dripping down your chin. You loved it. You looked like a woman who had been pleasured beyond measure. There was an intoxicating power in seeing yourself like this, a power that made you feel alive and desirable. It reminded you of the pornstar Mr. Jeong was watching yesterday, her fucked-out expression now mirroring your own.
"Oh god, sir, it's too much!" you moaned, pulling his fingers out from your mouth. "I can't take it! I'm gonna cum again!"
“Fuck, me too,” He grunted as he pulled out of you, feeling the inevitable approach of his own release. Relief washed over you, your body weakening, your walls clenching and spasming around nothing. Mr. Jeong spun you around, placing a hand on the top of your head, pushing you to your knees just as your body swayed with the first waves of your climax.
As Mr. Jeong jerked himself off with his hand, his eyes never left your face, now a beautiful canvas covered in the ropes of his hot cum. Though still reeling from the intense orgasm he had just given you, you opened your mouth wide, obediently accepting his thick, white cum as it splashed over your tongue. The taste was both bitter and sour, but you loved it, a unique flavor that was all his.
You licked your lips, moaning softly as you savored his taste. You kissed his tender tip, running your tongue over his slit, relishing the feeling of his cum leaking out, warm and sticky.
With a playful smile, Mr. Jeong rubbed his tip against your lips, leaving a trail of cum as he did so. "Shit, baby, you look so pretty with my cum on your face," he said, his voice shaky with post-orgasmic delight. "My sweet little cumslut."
Taking him into your mouth once more, you swirled your tongue around his sensitive head, moaning from the taste and texture of his cum. You pulled off with a plopping sound, a satisfied smile on your face. "Taste so good, sir," you whispered, your voice filled with admiration and gratitude. "Thank you for letting me taste your cum.”
Mr. Jeong, clearly pleased with your gratitude, ran his fingers through your hair affectionately, gently tucking a strand behind your ear. Suddenly, there was a hard knock on the door, snapping you both out of your little daze.
“Yo, Yunho,” a voice called from the door. “Are you taking a shit? How much longer are you gonna be? Hana’s ready to cut the cake.”
Mr. Jeong flinched, his hands moving fast as he pulled his bottoms up, stuffing himself back inside like a guilty teenager caught red-handed. “Uh, just a minute! I’ll be right out!” he called back, voice strained.
The man sighed. “Alright, well, hurry up. The cake’s melting out here.”
You both snapped into action, scrambling to fix your clothes and smooth your hair. The rush of reality crashing back down made your heart pound even harder than before. Just as you were ready to bolt, Yunho suddenly froze, his expression shifting once he realized the mess he left on your face was still dripping down your cheeks.
Then, without a word, he grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and gently wiped the sticky white jelly from your flushed face. “Sorry,” he murmured, his fingers barely grazing your skin, his eyes burning with the same embarrassed, heated look from before.
Once you were clean, he lingered for a second too long, standing so close you could feel his breath on your lips. He parted his mouth as if to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Instead, his fingers anxiously tapped against his thigh, a nervous habit you had never noticed before.
“You should go first,” you said quickly, sensing the weight of the moment. “I’ll come down after.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, then he nodded. “Thanks,” he muttered, stuffing his shirt back into his waistband before slipping out the door with hurried, uneven steps.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and sank onto the toilet seat. The room still smelled faintly of him, and it felt unreal how fast the energy had shifted. Had he just been hit with regret? Was he now scrambling to shove this whole thing into a locked box in his mind? Now no longer in the heat of the moment, did he think what you two did was wrong? Were you going to get fired?
For the rest of the party, Mr. Jeong successfully avoided you. He busied himself slicing tiny squares of cake for the kids, nodding along to endless small talk with the other parents as if nothing had happened.
You took the hint, feeling a slight shame in your chest.
Slipping out early, you gave Hana a tight hug before heading back to your car. The second you settled into your seat, your phone buzzed in your pocket. With a sigh, you pulled it out, expecting something mundane.
But when you read the message, you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.
Jeong Yunho: See you Monday ;)
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Your sleep schedule had indeed improved, and you found yourself no longer relying on toys to satisfy your desires. The structure and routine of your new life, with Hana and Mr. Jeong, had brought a sense of balance and fulfillment. You enjoyed the daily interactions with Hana, whether it was playing frisbee in the backyard or teaching her simple math in her room. Your bond with her grew stronger each day, and you found great joy in being a positive influence in her life.
However, it was the Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays that held a special place in your heart. These were the days when you dropped Hana off at her ballet recitals, and while she was practicing her pliés and pirouettes, you would return to their home to tend to your other job.
Your knees were growing sore from scraping against the carpet under Yunho’s desktop table. Sounds of girls moaning emanated from his monitor. Though you were curious about what he was watching, you knew it was none of your business. Instead, you focused on the task at hand and wrapped your warm mouth over his throbbing cock, nestling yourself between his legs from under his desk. The width of his bulge filled your throat, and you gagged lightly, a sign of your complete submission to him.
Yunho, lost in the porno he was watching, seemed momentarily unaware of your presence. He was engrossed in the images on his screen, his eyes droopy and his breathing heavy. Your mouth bobbed up and down, your lips wrapping tightly around his shaft, and you could feel his excitement building. The sound of his moans mixed with the pornographic sounds on his computer made you clench around nothing, forcing you to slip your hand past your waistband.
As you continued to suck him, you could feel his hands running through your hair, gently guiding your movements. You massaged his warm balls with your free hand, feeling his cum bubbling up in his sack, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he released his load into your waiting mouth.
"That's it, baby," Yunho whispered, his voice soft yet dominant. “Keep that pretty mouth on me. So good…so, so good for me.”
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it’s been a while, yeah? sorry about that. life got so hectic in the past couple of months and i was supposed to release the prequal to late night calls (as al of you have been recommending and SPAMMING LOL my inbox with!!) in december before new years but some personal stuff has happened so it’s been postponed.
i promise i am working on it though! i must ask, do i have any sapphic followers? i was looking into writing some wlw imagines and what not, lmk what you think! thank you for getting me to 100 followers in the meantime! i’ll give you a treat 😉 anyways, stay warm during this brutal winter and i can’t wait to feed my saplings!
watching clips from intak’s on my mama stage in europe and everytime he takes his belt off i can’t help but think about how much he probably loves to restrain his partner…
imagine, he’s straddling your waist and looking down at you with a small smile, his fingers delicately playing with his belt buckle as he tilts his head, “let me tie you up again? you look so hot..”
he would mumble as he started to undo his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. he would watch as you swallowed your saliva and cheeks slightly flush. you’d give him a nod and slowly raise your arms over your head, your wrists crossing over each other.
he would cuss under his breath as he grip his belt in his hands and gently loop it around your small wrists, tugging on the end of it causing a small gasp to leave your mouth. he would chuckle at this, his innocent smile starting to grow,
“you as excited as i am? i know you are. i can basically hear your heartbeat.” he would tease as he fastened the belt and ran his hand down your cheek, letting it rest just under your chin, “you know to tell me when if it’s too much, yeah?” he would gently lift your chin up as he leaned down to press small kisses on the side of your neck.
a small whine would leave your lips followed by eager nodding, “yeah.. yeah i’ll tell you, tak.” you’d breath out as you felt his lips move against your neck. he would nip on your soft skin causing you to slightly twitch and you could feel his movements come to a halt followed by a small chuckle,
contents: mirror sex, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t), kissing, nipple play, biting, soft dom! eunseok, dirty talk, pet name baby, slight body worship
a.n: yall eunseok has me in a fucking CHOKEHOLD, i literally am like a rabid animal everytime i see him w.c 850
you were sitting in eunseoks lap, your lips moving in sync with his as your fingers ran through his hair. eunseok breaks the kiss, guiding you to stand up off the bed with him. your brows furrow as he guides you to the opposite corner of the room, and stands you in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. his presence is heavy behind you, his chest pressed against your back.
“seok, what’s this?” you ask. “shhh just watch, baby,” he coos. lips beginning to trail kisses down the side of your neck as his hands begin to fiddle with your clothing. his fingers find the hem of your shirt first, slowly pulling it up and over your head, maintaining eye contact through the glass mirror in front of you. his fingers trace down your sides, sending shivers through your skin. “so perfect,” he hums, fingers now finding the clasp to your bra. he unclasps it quickly, sliding it down your arms and letting it fall to the floor. your eyes follow his hands, but he’s quick to snap you back into reality.
“ah-ah baby, keep watching,” he says sternly, his hand bringing your head back up to look in the mirror. you gulp as his hands find your breasts, caressing them gently before taking your nipples between his fingers and pinching them lightly. a whimper falls from your lips at the action, making eunseok smirk to himself. his hands leave your breasts, wrapping around your waist to shimmy your shorts and panties down in one swift movement. allowing you to step out of them before kicking them to the side. his hands wrap around you again, caressing your body sensually and slowly. “so beautiful, all for me.” he brings his lips down to your neck again. placing soft kisses as you hum in satisfaction.
he steps back from you momentarily, only long enough to rid himself of his own clothes as you watch him in the mirror. your eyes travel from his neck to his collarbones and down to his toned thighs, your own body blocking what you really want to see. you try to turn around, but eunseok stops you, his hands on your hips, holding you in place as he presses against you once more. this time you feel his length pressing against your backside. you gulp at the feeling, anticipating what’s to come.
one of his hands drops down to cup your pussy, his fingers running up and down your slick folds. “so wet already, baby,” he coos into your ear, his breath tickling your skin. your cheeks heat up at his comment. “think you can take me with no prep?” eunseok challenged, eyes clouded with lust. you think for only a second before nodding your head yes, too desperate to wait any longer. you needed him inside you. he hums in satisfaction, his hand leaving your needy cunt.
he brings one of his hands around to your back, lightly pushing you till you’re leaning against the mirror, cheek pressed up against the glass. he holds your waist as his other hand strokes himself a few times before running his tip through your slit. you moan at the contact, fighting the urge to beg for it. his tip breaches your entrance, and you moan loudly as he pushes himself all the way inside you in one go. whimpers leave your lips as he stills inside you for a moment, giving you time to adjust. “pussy was made for me, squeezing me so well,” he grunted as he pulled all the way out and pushed back in swiftly.
he pulled you off the mirror, standing you up on his cock, making sure you could watch him properly. he began to thrust in and out of you at a quick and steady pace, his cock dragging through your tight walls. your mouth fell slack as he hit all the right places, and your eyes began to flutter shut. “eyes open. keep looking,” eunseok demanded; you obey immediately. and in the mirror—his large hand is splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nipple. as he thrusts into you, hard, slow, and deep. his teeth sinking into your neck as you cry out in pleasure. your lip is tucked between your teeth as you watched him make you fall apart. something about the dirty scene in front of you bringing you to the edge much quicker than usual.
your walls begin to flutter around his cock, and he can tell you're getting close. his hand falls from your breast to your clit, rubbing harsh circles. and if he wasn’t holding you, you would’ve toppled over right then and there, his movements sending you over the edge immediately as you cum all over his cock. eunseok follows not long after, spilling his load into you, using your cunt to milk him dry. and after bouncing you a few more times on his cock, he pulls out, bending you over again, admiring as his seed spills out of your pussy.
this was heavily requested LOL, so here you guys go! i added in positions as well just to give a better perspective. i hope you all enjoy <3 here is the sfw version!!
shotaro:
i believe that shotaro is a backshot warrior. he’s always fucking you from behind, and when he has you in this position he’s keeping his hands either on your ass so he can slap it or on your shoulder, close to your neck so he’s not quite choking you but he’s keeping you in place. he likes having that control over you. i feel like he also likes spooning, and here he can wrap his hand around your throat lightly while his other holds your waist with a tight grip.
sungchan:
wether he’s fucking you from behind or has you in missionary, he always has his hands intertwined with yours. he presses his body against you to have you close while he’s pinning your hands above your head, then letting you squeeze his hands when it feels too good and when you’re cumming. he loves the intimacy :3
eunseok:
if he’s fucking you from behind, he likes to keep his hand pressed on the middle of your back to make you arch more for him, might even hold your arms behind your back while he fucks you. if he has you facing him, he loves to keep his hands pressed on the back of your thighs, keeping you spread open for him and so you can feel him deeper.
wonbin:
loves when you ride him while he’s sitting up, he has his hands on your tits the entire time. if they’re not on your tits they’re on your hips but its only because he has your tits in his mouth. also will grip on your hips so tight as he guides you on his cock.
seunghan:
*cracks knuckles* another backshot warrior, he’s fucking you from behind and he has his arm wrapped around your neck (like a headlock hehe) while the other is pressed on your stomach, gripping at the flesh and he keeps his lips by your ear. if you’re facing him, he has one of your legs on his shoulder and he’s holding your leg in place tight, while his other hand is holding your jaw. he likes making you look at him.
sohee:
kinda like wonbin, obsessed with your tits so he’s always touching them, i think he gets overstimulated easily so he can never keep his hands in one place, so if they’re not on your tits he’s holding your hands. or both. if you’re riding him he keeps his hands on your chest and if you get tired he’ll keep his hands on your ass to help you move
anton:
likes manhandling you, bending you into any position that he wants you in, so he keeps a firm grip on your hips most on the time to keep you still. kinda like sungchan in liking the intimacy, will love to hold your hands above your head with one hand while the other is on gripping your hips.
summary 🥀 after gryffindor wins another quidditch game, you decide to congratulate the captain in your own way ,, genre 🥀 smut (dirty talk, public sex, unprotected sex, standing doggy, male oral sex… they almost get caught too)
you can read gryffindor ! heeseung’s chapter here !
It's been a few days since the night you claimed Heeseung – although he likes to believe the contrary –and it's only fair that you're everything he thinks about. The way you took control, the way you made him shudder with every touch, every whispered word — it lingers in his mind, a constant, tantalizing distraction.
Heeseung prides himself on being composed, on always having the upper hand, but with you, it's different. You've left your mark on him, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake the memory of that night.
But he knows he has to focus.
The next Quidditch match is fast approaching, and his team is depending on its captain. Still, as he preps his gear and strategizes plays, thoughts of you slip through the cracks. He remembers the way your lips curved into a wicked smile, the way you looked at him like you knew every secret desire he had. He shakes his head, trying to push the memory away. There's no room for distraction now – not when the game is so close.
The roar of the crowd pulls Heeseung back to the present. Gryffindor is up by ten points, and the match is reaching its peak. Heeseung's sharp eyes track the Snitch, his body moving with practiced precision as he leads his team.
But even with the thrill of the game coursing through his veins, you're still there, lingering at the edge of his thoughts, pushing him to perform, to win – especially since he knows you’re there, sitting prettily in the stands as you watch him attentively.
When Heeseung finally catches the Golden Snitch, the pitch erupts into chaos. He lets out a shout of triumph, his teammates piling around him in celebration.
Loud cheers fill his ears, different chants of his name echoing in the pitch as he’s hit by the sudden, yet deserved celebration.
As the cheers die down and the team begins to disperse, Heeseung makes his way to the locker room. The buzz of victory is still fresh, but what he really wants is to let go, to relax. He pushes open the door, expecting to be alone, but instead, he’s startled by someone’s presence.
And not just anyone’s presence.
You’re standing there, leaning casually against the lockers, and for a moment, Heeseung forgets to breathe. The dim light of the locker room casts a soft glow on your features, making you look almost ethereal.
You’re effortlessly beautiful, your posture relaxed yet confident, with an air of cool indifference that only makes you more alluring. Your hair falls perfectly into place, framing your face in a way that draws his eyes, and your lips, curled into that teasing smile, send a shiver down his spine.
Heeseung’s heart skips a beat as he takes in the sight of you. You’ve always been a mystery to him – distant, unattainable, and always a step ahead. You’ve never shown much interest in him beyond a passing glance, always keeping him at arm’s length, making him chase after your approval. That’s why seeing you here, waiting for him, takes him completely off guard.
You searched for him.
For the first time ever.
His breath catches in his throat, but he quickly masks his surprise with a playful smile. “What are you doing here?” he asks, trying to keep his voice light, but there’s an edge of curiosity he can’t hide.
You look him up and down, your gaze lingering just long enough to make him feel exposed, vulnerable in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. That teasing smile of yours widens, and he can see the mischief in your eyes, the intent.
“Surprised to see me?” you ask, your voice smooth, laced with a subtle challenge.
Heeseung swallows, struggling to keep his composure. He isn’t used to feeling this way – off balance, unsure. But there’s something intoxicating about it, about the way you have him on edge, making him second-guess every move. He forces a smirk, trying to regain some control, but it doesn’t come as easily as it usually does.
“A little,” he admits, his voice steady, but still curious. “You don’t usually go out of your way to see me.”
Your smile doesn’t falter. If anything, it deepens, as if you’re pleased with his admission. “Maybe I just wanted to congratulate the Captain this time,” you say, your voice light, almost innocent, but the look in your eyes tells a different story.
Heeseung raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Congratulate me, huh?” he echoes, his voice dripping with playful skepticism. “And here I thought you didn’t care much for Quidditch.”
You shrug, taking another step closer until you’re just inches away from him. “I don’t,” you admit, your tone casual, almost indifferent. “But I care about winning. And it seems like you’ve been doing a lot of that lately.”
Heeseung chuckles, but he can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to your words than you’re letting on. “So, this is about winning?” he asks, tilting his head slightly as he studies your expression, searching for the motive behind your sudden interest.
“Everything’s about winning,” you reply smoothly, your gaze never wavering from his. “You, of all people, should understand that.”
There’s a flicker of something in your eyes – a challenge, perhaps, or maybe a promise. Heeseung isn’t sure which, but it doesn’t matter. The tension between you is undeniable, thickening with every second that passes, and he knows you’re fully aware of it.
“So, how exactly do you plan to congratulate me?” Heeseung asks, his voice dropping lower, more serious now, as if daring you.
You meet his gaze with a slow, deliberate smile, the kind that says you’re fully aware of the effect you have on him. “How do you think, Captain?” you reply, your voice smooth and teasing, each word dripping with intent.
Heeseung’s eyes narrow slightly, but there’s a spark of anticipation there, a flicker of curiosity that you know all too well. He’s trying to play it cool, but you can see the tension in his posture, the way his muscles tighten as he waits for your next move. You’ve always been good at keeping him on edge, and right now, you’re more than ready to push him further.
You take a step closer, your fingers trailing lightly down the front of his Quidditch robes, just enough to make him shiver. “You worked hard out there,” you say, your tone laced with a subtle challenge. “It’s only fair you get a proper reward.”
Heeseung’s breath hitches slightly, but he keeps his composure, his eyes locked on yours. “And what kind of reward are we talking about?” he asks, his voice rougher now, betraying the desire simmering beneath the surface.
You lean in, your lips brushing just below his ear as you whisper, “The kind that’s only meant for you.” Your breath is warm against his skin, and you can feel the way he tenses, caught between holding on to his control and giving in to the temptation you’re offering.
Heeseung swallows hard, his voice a bit strained as he replies, “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
You pull back just enough to look into his eyes, your smile widening with confidence. “Who said I’m playing?” you counter, your tone daring him to challenge you. “I always get what I want, Heeseung. You should know that by now.”
The way you say his name sends a jolt of electricity through him, and for a moment, Heeseung forgets to breathe. You’ve always been confident, always sure of yourself, but in this moment, there’s an edge to it – something that makes him feel like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to see if you’ll push him over.
The captain’s lips twitch into a smirk, but you can see the heat in his eyes, the way he’s struggling to keep up the facade. “So, what do you want?” he asks, his voice low, almost daring you to answer.
You lean in again, this time letting your lips brush against his, just a ghost of a touch, enough to make him lean forward, wanting more. “You,” you whisper, your voice a mix of confidence and promise. “I want you.”
Heeseung’s breath catches at your words, the last bit of control slipping through his fingers. He’s always prided himself on being in control, on staying a step ahead, but right now, with you so close, your words lingering in the air between you, he realizes that right now, he’s not the one calling the shots.
And for the first time, he doesn’t mind one bit.
He can no longer resist the pull of your presence, the way you make his pulse quicken with every breath. You see the shift in his eyes – how they darken with desire, how his control begins to unravel.
You take advantage of the moment, pressing your body against his, your lips finally meeting his in a kiss that's both demanding and tender.
Heeseung responds with equal fervor, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue explores yours. There's an urgent need in the way he kisses you, a hunger that matches your own.
Your hands move deftly, pushing aside his Quidditch robes to feel the heat of his skin. His muscles tighten under your touch, and he groans against your lips, his grip on your hips growing firmer. You revel in the way he shivers with pleasure, the way he loses himself in the kiss. It's a powerful reminder of the effect you have on him, of the control you wield.
You break the kiss just long enough to look up at him, your eyes shimmering with mischief and intent. With precise movements, you push him against the lockers, pressing your body against his.
“Mhmm…” Heeseung's breath hitches as you drop to your knees in front of him, your hands deftly undoing the last of his clothing, freeing him from his trousers.
He watches you with a mix of anticipation and desire as you look up at him, your lips brushing lightly against the tip of his cock. "I want to hear you," you whisper, your voice soft but laced with promise. "Tell me how good I make you feel."
“Fuck," he groans, his voice low and rough. "You're already driving me insane."
You smile, your lips curling around him, taking him into your mouth with deliberate, teasing motions. Heeseung's hands clutch at the lockers behind him, his knuckles white as he tries to hold on to his composure.
"That's it," he gasps, his voice thick with arousal. "Just like that. Fuck– you feel so good."
You move slowly at first, your tongue swirling around him, teasing him with soft, tantalizing strokes. You keep your gaze locked on his, savoring the way his expression shifts with every swirl of your tongue.
"Don't stop," he demands, his voice barely more than a growl. "I want to come in that pretty mouth of yours– Shit, you have no idea how fucking perfect you are."
You respond to his words with increased intensity, your head bobbing up and down, your lips and tongue working together in a rhythm designed to drive him wild. Heeseung's groans of pleasure grow louder, his grip on the lockers tightening as he loses himself in the sensation.
"Fuck," he moans, his voice rough with desire. "You're so damn good at this. I'm– ah, shit… I’m fucking losing it."
You take him deeper, your mouth moving with a determined rhythm, each movement eliciting a deeper, more guttural response from him. His praise becomes more frantic, his voice a mix of admiration and raw, unfiltered lust. "Fuck, yes," he gasps. "Suck me harder. I want to come all over you."
You smile against him, enjoying the way he loses control. But just as he's about to reach the edge, you suddenly pull away, leaving him gasping and aching with need. You stand up, a provocative smile on your lips, and look him in the eye with a challenging glint.
"Not yet," you murmur, your voice sultry and commanding. "If you want to come, you'll have to earn it."
Heeseung's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and desire. He's on the edge, his body tense and eager, but the challenge in your voice makes him even more determined. Without a word, he grabs you by the waist, his hands firm and possessive, and spins you around, pressing you against the lockers.
You let out a soft moan as he pushes you forward, your hands bracing against the cold metal. The position is perfect, your body exposed and vulnerable, and you can feel his breath hot against your back as he aligns himself with you.
Heeseung's voice drops to a growl, filled with raw need as his hands lift your uniform, revealing your drenched panties. "Fuck, you're going to feel so good," he says, his breath hot against your skin. "I've dreamed of this moment since that night at the party."
You moan softly, your body quivering with anticipation as he moves your panties aside, his fingers teasing you with gentle, yet insistent strokes. The sensation makes you gasp, your head falling back against the lockers. "I've wanted this too," you confess, your voice breathy and desperate. "Wanted you inside me, just like this."
Heeseung's fingers slide lower, exploring you with a skillful touch that has you moaning louder. "You're so fucking wet," he growls, his voice a mixture of satisfaction and urgency. "It's driving me insane."
He pushes inside you with a forceful thrust, the sudden fullness making you cry out. Heeseung covers your mouth with one hand, his other gripping your hips as he begins a relentless, driving rhythm. "Shh," he warns, his voice a harsh whisper against your ear. "Don't want anyone hearing us, do you?"
You nod, your body trembling with each thrust as he fucks you hard and fast. His movements are relentless, every thrust deep and demanding, pushing you closer to the edge.
You try to stifle your cries, biting your lip to keep from making too much noise, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and soft whimpers escape despite your efforts.
Heeseung's grip on your hips tightens, and he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You're so fucking tight," he groans. "I can't get enough of you."
Your hands grip the lockers for support, your body arching with each powerful thrust. "Yes, harder," you beg, your voice muffled but filled with need. "Don't stop!”
Just then, you hear footsteps approaching the locker room, and your eyes widen in alarm. Heeseung's hand quickly moves from your mouth to cover it completely, his eyes darting toward the door.
The footsteps grow louder, echoing in the small space, and you can feel your heart racing as you try to stifle your cries of pleasure.
Heeseung freezes, his body tensing as he listens intently. The door creaks open slightly, and you hear a familiar voice calling his name. "Heeseung? You in here?" He calls out, his voice carrying a casual tone but filled with concern.
“Shit, it’s Soobin,” Heeseung whispers, and you widen your eyes at the mention of the co-captain’s name.
You can barely breathe, your body pressed tightly against the lockers as you try to stay as silent as possible. Heeseung's grip on your hips tightens, and he moves his hand from your mouth to cover your moans with a firm touch.
Soobin steps further into the locker room, his footsteps getting closer. "You alright, man?" Soobin asks, his voice closer now. "We're all waiting for you outside."
Heeseung's eyes are wide, his jaw clenched in concentration as he tries to keep you as quiet as possible. He slows his movements, his thrusts becoming more controlled and measured, but the intense pleasure is still undeniable.
Soobin's footsteps pause near the row of lockers, and you can hear him rummaging around, looking for something or perhaps just taking a quick look.
Finally, his voice comes again, more distant now. "Alright, I guess he's not here," he says with a hint of disappointment. "Why do I always get to be the one chasing him everywhere?"
The sound of the door closing behind Soobin is a relief, and you and Heeseung both exhale deeply, the tension finally easing.
Heeseung pulls you back against him, his breath ragged as he tries to regain his composure. "Fuck," he mutters, his voice low but filled with relief. "That was too close."
You nod, still catching your breath, and Heeseung's hands find their way back to your hips, gripping them firmly as he resumes his rhythm. His movements are steady and deliberate, his desire renewed by the interruption. "You're extra tight," he growls, his voice a mix of awe and need. "Feels so fucking good."
The intensity of his thrusts drives you against the lockers, and you gasp with every movement, the pleasure heightened by the lingering adrenaline. Heeseung's hands travel to your thighs, spreading them slightly for a deeper angle.
"Did you want him to catch us?" he asks, his voice teasing but edged with lust. “That’s why you were squeezing me so fucking much, pretty?”
You moan softly, barely able to respond, but manage to let out a breathy, "Mhm, what if I- ah! What if I wanted that?"
Heeseung's eyes flare with a mix of surprise and arousal. He grins, a wicked edge to his voice. "Yeah? You wanted him to see you being fucked like a pretty little slut?"
You shudder with both pleasure and excitement, his words pushing you further. "Maybe," you gasp, your voice trembling. "Maybe I w-wanted him – fuck, Heeseung right there! … – to see how g-good you make me feel."
Heeseung growls in response, his thrusts growing more intense as he takes you harder.
"Fuck, you're killing me," he says, his voice rough and desperate. "You're so fucking hot, making me want you even more."
You gasp, the thrill of his words driving you wild. His thrusts are relentless, each one deep and demanding, pushing you closer to the edge. You can barely catch your breath, your moans becoming louder with every movement.
Heeseung, in the meanwhile, is in literal heaven; he can’t believe you’re letting him take you like this, making him savour your entire body as much as he wants.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he growls, his voice a mix of need and dominance. "Tell me how much you want me to make you feel good."
You moan loudly, the intensity of his touch making it hard to think straight. "I want it so bad," you gasp, your voice trembling with pleasure. "I want you, Heeseung."
Heeseung's eyes blaze with passion as he hears your desperate confession. He drives into you harder, his pace relentless. "Fuck, you're so perfect," he groans. "So fucking tight and responsive. You’re– fuck, you were made just for me…”
Your hands grip the lockers for support, your body moving instinctively to meet his thrusts.
"Yes, Heeseung!" you cry out loudly, your voice a mix of urgency and desire. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
Heeseung's movements become more frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he feels you tightening around him. "Fuck, I'm right there with you," he mutters, his voice low and filled with intensity. "I'm gonna make you come so hard, pretty.”
The pressure builds between you, and with one final, powerful thrust, you both reach the edge, the climax hitting you both with a shattering force. You cry out, your body trembling as the pleasure overwhelms you. Heeseung's groan of release follows, his grip on your hips tightening as he finds his own release inside you.
Breathing heavily, Heeseung pulls you close, his body still pressed against yours as you both come down from the high. His lips leave a trail of kisses down your back, making you calm down as you find your breath. Praises leave his pouty lips, hands touching every part of your body in a comforting manner.
The warmth of his touch and the tenderness in his voice help you gradually relax, your heart rate slowing. Then, breaking the silence in the room, you let out a breathy chuckle, your giggles vibrating against Heeseung's body.
"What's so funny?" he asks, his voice low but filled with curiosity as he looks up at you, his face still flushed.
You turn slightly to look at him, a playful smile on your lips. "Just thinking about how close we were to getting caught," you tease, your voice light and amused. "Can't believe Soobin nearly walked in on us."
Heeseung laughs softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, that was a close call. But l'd say it was worth it."
You nod, your smile widening as you teasingly stroke his cheek. “Sure it was, Captain,” you respond playfully. “Isnt this what you wanted, after all?”
Heeseung smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, absolutely,” he says, his tone teasing. “I was hoping for a little reward for all that hard work on the pitch.”
You chuckle softly, your fingers still lingering on his robe. “Mhm, I guess you got more than you expected,” you tease, your voice low and suggestive. “But don’t think I’m going to let you off that easily.”
Heeseung raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and challenge. “Is that so? And what do you have in mind?” he asks, leaning in slightly as if to hear a secret.
You grin, a playful glint in your eyes. “You’ll know when you deserve it,” you reply, your voice dripping with tease. “But for now, you should probably get back to your teammates before they come looking for you again.”
Heeseung laughs, a deep, satisfied sound. “Alright, alright,” he says, giving you a quick kiss on your neck, biting the soft skin. “But don’t think I’m forgetting about those surprises, pretty. I trust you.”
You watch him as he fixes his red hair and heads toward the exit. “Yeah?” you ask, your voice playful. “You should do anything but trust me, Lee Heeseung.”
As he heads toward the exit, Heeseung can’t help but glance back over his shoulder, flashing you one last cheeky smile before he leaves you inside the locker room.
He walks down the corridor, looking for his teammates, a contented grin on his face. A celebration is still waiting him, after all.
With the only difference that it wouldn’t be as exciting as being with you.
another good ol smut w little plot! mdni | 18+ | husband!theo, afab!reader, dinner taking a complete 180, oral (fem receiving), kinda tipsy drink responsibly
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newly weds just being newly weds.
it had been a month since you and theo had gotten married, tonight you had prepared dinner for the both of you. dinner was great, lovely even. a bottle of champagne popped and a steak dinner, what could’ve possibly triggered you not being able to rip your eyes away from him?
was it the fitted black suit he was wearing? his fresh cut hair? the way his jaw clenched when he was eating? bingo. you could feel heat spread across your chest as you watched him eat, not remembering you were mid conversation with him anyways. you let your eyes gaze from his lips to his sharp jawline before you were snapped out of your fantasies from the sound of him clearing his throat,
“love? you feeling alright?” he would ask as he noticed how your demeanour changed, “you seem to have something on your mind, wanna share?” he’d raise he eyebrow as he took another bite of the steak, having no clue it was that exact action that was making you flustered. you sat up in your chair and nodded your head, picking up the champagne glass and taking a long sip before speaking, “just admiring my husband.” you gave him a small smile and theo pursed his lips,
“mm, i don’t know if i fully believe you, wanna try again?” he asked, taking another bite of the steak. you watched as his jaw flexed with each bite and your cheeks started to feel hot, not knowing if it was due to the champagne making you feel warm or the fact that you wanted theo between your legs. you quietly watched his jaw and theo started chewing slower as he watched your eyes and a small smirk grew on his face. he carefully set his fork and knife down and adjusted his tie as he watched you,
“you’re a terrible liar when you’re tipsy, you know that?” he would chuckle softly and run a hand through his hair, making you adjust in your chair again. you would scoff and take another, hefty sip, from the champagne glass and look him in the eyes, the back of your hand moving up to wipe your mouth, “wasn’t lying if i really was thinking about you, no?” you challenged him back and he smiled, taking a sip from his champagne glass as well before gently putting the glass down and folding his hands in his lap, “so? what were you thinking about?” he asked once again and you looked away from him as you tried to find the courage to speak,
“i- um… i was just thinking about your face between my legs..” you would mumble out and theo would slightly nod his head as he sat back in his seat and crossed his arms, “yeah? want me to eat you out? that’s it?” he would confirm and you nodded your head eagerly. he let out a slight laugh and carefully push the plate infront of him to the side and slide his suit jacket off, letting it rest on the back of the chair. he pat the clear surface infront of him and look at you with a smile, “come sit right here.” you widened your eyes at his suggestion but quickly got up and stumbled your way around the table to his side.
he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt as he watched you come to his side of the table and when you were close enough, he slowly slide his hands around your waist, looking up at you, “gonna eat you out on this table so good..” he mumble as he plants small kisses on your lower stomach before helping you sit on the table and running his hands up and down your sides.
“my beautiful, beautiful wife.” he sigh as he scanned your body and tapped your thighs, indicating to open them. you obeyed and spread your legs open for him and he ran his hands up and down your thighs, his favorite thing about this position was how close his face already was to your dripping core. he licked his lips as he looked up at you and slightly smiled again, “gonna let me explore your pussy with my tongue?” you let out a soft moan at his words and nodded your head, your hand running through his hair, “please, baby. oh please.” you whimper out and he ran his hands up your thighs once more, letting his fingers hook around the panties you had on under your dress,
“i promise, gonna take care of you and eat my well deserved dessert.” he pulls your panties down and runs two of his fingers between your glistening folds. he would make a small gasp as he felt how wet you were already and you’d let out another moan, biting the back of your hand as his fingers continued to move up and down between your folds, “watchin’ me eat made you this wet, honey? all this just for me?” he asked in amusement as he was enjoying how wet you felt but also the beautiful noises dripping from your lips.
you felt the tips of your ears start to burn with embarrassment but nod once again, looking down at him, “yeah, please, baby? just eat?” you felt pathetic begging him when he already had his fingers toying with you. he looked up at you and brought his fingers covered in your slick up to his lips, gently sucking them and his eyes fluttered closed as he pretended to savour it, “mm, sorry, honey. had to get a little appetizer.” he mumbled before leaning his head forward and licking up your wet core, the grip you had in his hair slightly tightening as you tried to contain yourself.
“oh, honey,” he would mumble against your core as he let his tongue start getting to work, his hands having a firm grip on your thighs to keep them open. you could feel your heartbeat increasing significantly as he ate you out, his tongue feeling ruthless. you let out a choked moan as you slowly looked down at him, only to find him staring back up at you. you let you jaw hang open as you made eye contact and you could tell he smiled at you from the way the corner of his eyes crinkled. you started to pant as you could feel yourself losing yourself, your hand tangled in his hair and the other hand laying flat on the table so you could steady yourself.
theo squeezed your thighs and slightly pulled back, slick covering his chin as he softly blew on your sensitive cunt. you whined at the loss of his tongue but let out a small gasp at the cool air and bit your bottom lip, trying to fight the urge to push his head back between your legs. he chuckled softly and let his two fingers return back to your sopping cunt as he suddenly stood up, his free hand gripping your wrist, “tell me, how bad do you wanna cum for your husband?” he would ask, leaning his head against yours as he started to ruthlessly finger you, the lewd noises spreading throughout the kitchen. your breathing started becoming disheveled as you tried to speak, “fuuuuck- oh so bad. oh need to cum for you so so bad, baby.” you pant out as his fingers pumped into you.
theo let out a small growl as he connected your lips together, his tongue immediately darting into your mouth. you moaned in his mouth and tried to move your lips against his but pulled back a bit to catch your breath, his fingers making it hard to focus. before you could speak, you rested your forehead against his and let out one last high pitched moan before you could feel yourself snap and a string of squirt coming from your body. theo looked back and watched as you squirt and licked his lips as he replaced his fingers with his mouth once again, trying to lap up every last drop he missed out on. you finally gripped his hair once more and moaned his name as he ate you out through your orgasm and begged for mercy as it felt overwhelming.
theo lapped up between your folds once more before pulling back and sitting in his chair, staring at your puffed pussy. his eyes would flicker from your pussy to your face and he would begin to unbutton his shirt,
“i can’t believe this pretty pussy is all mine,” he paused as he looked back down between your legs back to your face, he stood up as he unbuttoned the last few buttons on his dress shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders as he take your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him as he brought your face close,
“you didn’t think i would just eat, yeah? gonna measure my pretty pussy with my inches.”
Synopsis: The boys had a problem that badly needed a solution. It was getting out of hand and silicones simply wont do the trick anymore. What was this problem you ask? Boners.
The adrenaline rushes through their veins as they prepare for the stage. Everything was ready and set in place, all that's needed were the stars of the show. But the roles were reversed and it was the artists who was experiencing the technical difficulties.
A few members, namely: Seungcheol, Wonwoo, and Mingyu, were experiencing problems. They all had a boner and it was stopping them from wearing their pants properly. The situation was laughable really, the trio was getting teased left and right but they were left to do nothing but groan in pain as their pants hung low. Turns out exercise, sex talks, and adrenaline was not a good mix to have before a concert.
A strict boundary is usually set between the artist and the staff in order to avoid any complicated relationships. But would that still be in effect if the situation required an urgent solution?
And that brings you to now: all fours facing Seungcheol, eagerly licking, sucking, and slobbering all over his dick, while Wonwoo and Mingyu stand behind you opening your holes up.
This wasn't your first time, and it shows. From your first month of working with them as their stylist, you'd already been touchy with some of the members—in mutual consent and understanding of course— and have had a few secret escapades with them, sometimes even having more than one member at a time. Mingyu specially had the hots for you. Cocky and confident as ever, winking and flirting with you during his fittings.
Wonwoo has two of his long and slim fingers inside you scissoring you open, savouring the view of your cunt gaping at him covering his fingers in your slick, while Mingyu was slowly jerking himself off, tapping his dick on your butt while lightly teasing your other hole with his thumb.
"Gonna be a good girl and take us in all three of your holes, hm baby?" Mingyu teases gripping your butt cheeks, slapping it hard that it leaves a handprint of his hand. You choke on Seungcheol's dick in reply eyes rolling the back of your head as he presses hard down your throat, smirking as he takes grip of your neck tightening it when he feels a bulge.
You already felt so full, and it's only been one dick. Wonwoo removes his fingers from inside of you, stunned by the string of clear and smily pre cum stretch on his fingers as he pulls away. Wonwoo motions his fingers like a scissor infront of the celling light, a sly smirk on his face, "Haven't even fucked you yet and you're already this bad," he says.
Seungcheol abruptly pulls out of your throat watching strings of saliva drip down from his dick and on your tongue, "Fuck. She's dripping all over." He says before thrusting back in, a tight vice around your hair.
Mingyu gives your pussy a few taps using his dick before finally entering you. Usually he'd tease you first by only thrusting with his tip before finally slowly pushing in, but you didn't had the time for that.
Not even a spare time to ajdust as he bottoms out, Wonwoo quickly follows completely stretching you out. You were being stretched all over with three thick dicks inside of you. If it wasn't for Seungcheol's thick dick occupying your mouth, you'd definitely be a moaning mess by now.
Seungcheol's dick was thick and big, a thickness you could only imagine to have had existed, it gave him many advantages, but also disadvantages as he was forced to fuck your mouth rather than your cunt because it'd be impossible for him to join in without proper size training.
Wonwoo and Mingyu had almost the same size, only that Wonwoo was less thick than Mingyu. Which is why the mix of two combined had you rolling your eyes to thr back of your head. Reaching you deep and stretching you thick.
Mingyu slowly starting to rut into you, spitting in between their cocks providing more lube to allow the stretch. Wonwoo could feel his dick physically get harder and harder at the feeling of another dick rubbing against his, the warm hug of your cunt, and his tip resting near the entrace of your womb making him leak pre cum more.
He starts to move soon when he realizes the reality of the situation. This wasn't happening in the hotel room but rather in the venues dressing room. They had their stage outfits on, make-up done, and they were doing this to have their pants fit them. Shit. The concerts starting in 30 minutes. They haven't even had their pictures taken yet.
He adjusts his hips the youngers movement, thrusting in at the exit of the other. And together they create a perfect rhythm of movements. Sweat dripping down their faces. Seungcheol throwing his head back as his movement begins to quicken, becoming desperate even, before finally cumming inside your mouth. Leaks of his cum drip down the side of your mouth as you were forces to swallow every drip of him.
Seungcheol pulls out while you still had your mouth tight around him during the process sucking him off clean. "Fuuck," He groans holding a grip of your hair, forcing you to look up at him when he rests his dick on your cheeks. You bite your lips and roll your head backwards when the two repeatedly hit your g spot with the the tips of their dicks.
"Open your bouth baby, let us hear you." Seungcheol mutters, pulling your lip from your mouth, and as you open it, screams of their fans erupt from the venue snapping the three back into reality.
Mingyu groans gripping your waist and slapping your ass, "Dirty, dirty, slut, letting idols fuck her in the middle of work while fans wait for them outside." He says pounding deeply into you.
You're left to do nothing but whimper and gasp, taking the two of them behind you. Clenching your cunt at their words of praises and insults, "Doing so good for us babe, just a few more. C'mon, I knoe you can do it. Be the slut that you are." Wonwoo pants, fondling with your tits.
"I'm cumming," You barely get it out before collapsing on the floor, hands giving up as you clench and cream all over them. Liquid spurts from your hole as you squirt, making the duo groan and moan when they cum with you.
Mingyu goes first, throwing his head back as he lets out a guttural moan, still slowly thrusting inside of you with his hands massaging your hips. Wonwoo follows quickly after, stilling inside of you, letting his cum deposit in you before pressing down hard inside inducing a loud moan from you.
He bends down and leaves kisses all over your back before sitting back up and slapping your butt causing you to clench around them, making them groan in the process.
"Well that was quite a show." Seungcheol chuckles, wiping yout face down with a tissue and making you sip water from a bottle.
"Told you doggys the best." Mingyu says, pulling out while Wonwoo follows, gaping your cunt to watch a mix of cum drip down out of you. "I still prefer the show I recieve during cowgirl." Wonwoo replies, placing his face right before your cunt after Mingyu moves away from watching the show.
"Gonna clean you up now baby, m'kay?" Wonwoo says, kissing your cunt, before licking your flaps to start, and sucking your cunt using his whole mouth.
Safe to say that you were gonna get both a raise and a bonus.
i think keeho would be the biggest tease even in innocent scenarios?
like i imagine it’s a nice, cool night, had a relaxing day and now you’re cuddling in bed, things have taken a turn since his hands kept ghosting over your waist and lightly brushing your lower back, giving you goosebumps with every soft touch.
he would know what he was doing though, having to hold back a small smirk as he hears how staggered your breathing has come. you’d let out a soft sigh as you realized it as well but you knew he knew your body the best. “kee…” you’d say softly as his hand was getting dangerously close to your inner thigh, a throbbing sensation pulsing between your legs. he’d hum, acting clueless, “yea, babe?” he ask as he started massaging small circles into your soft thigh muscles, which always automatically made you spread your legs a bit.
the feeling of heat would was over your cheeks as he kept his movements slow, but consistent, making your mind feel like melted jello. a soft moan would leave your lips and he’d watch as your mouth slightly hang agape. he’d tilt he head with a small smile on his face, “mm? you wanna say something, baby?” he’d say, his tone condescending. you look up at him and see glazed look over his eyes, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting up when he saw how flustered you looked.
“please, kee. need you.” you’d said weakly, the sentence nearly coming out as a whine as you couldn’t take how slow he was moving. “need me? to do what? thought it was cuddle time?” he’d respond, his hand gently giving your thigh a squeeze and you inhale sharply, a hand wrapping around his wrist, “please, want you to touch me.” you spat out quickly and he’d click his tongue, his eyes traveling down your body in the dimly lit room,
“yeah? should i?” he’d ask, his hand finally ghosting over your core. although he would make no contact just yet, the presence of his hand being so close made you feel like you were going to melt, “yes! yes, please, kee? please touch me?” you started to beg, not caring how quickly you folded for his teasing again.
“mm. touch you? want my fingers to fill you up nice and pretty? should i do that?” he’d ask again, his pointer finger and middle finger dragging over your panties, feeling the damp fabric (that became damp due to his torturous game), “ahh, yes! please, so wet for you already.” you breath out as you felt his fingers push your panties to the side, your hips involuntarily grinding down. he would let out a coo seeing how needy you were and would lean in close to your ear,
“yeah, baby? gonna stuff my pretty little treasure up with my fingers then let you bounce on this cock, yeah? you like that idea?”
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