nerdybf!eunseok who acts like such a geek in public but when he's alone w reader he becomes a freak in the sheets 🤭
mdni 18+
wc: 821
a/n: i'm in a bit of a headcanon mood today sooo enjoy <3
thank you to @119anton for some of these ideas from our previous convos about nerdseok
nerdy bf!eunseok who lets you drag him around campus like a big puppy. he's always following close behind you, never complaining. your friends often joke that you have him on a leash.
nerdy bf!eunseok who attends all of the parties you got invited to and often looks out of place with his big glasses and sober mind. but he's there to keep you from going too wild, and acting as your real life watermark.
nerdy bf!eunseok who gets called over by all of your friends to deal with their computer issues because of course, he would know. he's loved by everyone around you for being smart and useful.
nerdy bf!eunseok who tenses up at pda. he's touchy for sure, but something about being touchy in public, he's cautious about. often saying things like "let's not do this here" as he's trying to not melt into the fact that you're leaving wet kisses on his neck.
nerdy bf!eunseok who is always teased by his friends for his lack of affection towards you in public. his friends view him as some sort of prude who doesn't know how a woman should be treated. they love him but they often wonder how he was able to get someone like you.
nerdy bf!eunseok who can only laugh to himself when he hears your friends whispering about him and assuming the two of you haven't had sex yet. he prefers to keep his life private, if everyone wants to assume things about your sex life, then let them.
nerdy bf!eunseok who gets red in the face when he sees you wearing something too revealing. you know it drives him crazy especially when he doesn't like touching you in public. you always try to break his public image by driving him insane, but eunseok never cracks. he's good at staying composed.
nerdy bf!eunseok who walks around with you like you're a diamond on his arm, smiling ear to ear looking like the biggest, happiest nerd because only he knows he could have you the way he wants you when the two of you are in private.
nerdy bf!eunseok who loves to have his hands on your ass the second he shuts the door to his apartment. he had been waiting to slap your ass all day. squeezing it tightly as he kisses you passionately.
nerdy bf!eunseok who loves to have you on his lap, cockwarming him while he plays his nerdy video games. it's his way of being intimate with you. he also loves the fact that you struggle to stay still and eventually you can't help but ride him like a desperate puppy begging for treats.
nerdy bf!eunseok who eats you out better than anyone you had ever been with. his glasses fogging up from the heat of your juicy cunt mixed with his spit. he holds your thighs wide open while burying his nose into your clit and circling your wet hole with his tongue.
nerdy bf!eunseok who pins your arms above your head so that you can stay still while he fucks you hard into his mattress. your whole body moving up and down from the force repeatedly.
nerdy bf!eunseok who secretly likes you to wear his glasses when you're giving him the sloppiest head. to him it feels personal. like he owns you, and only he gets to see you that way.
nerdy bf!eunseok who loves to bend you over his desk and fill you up with his cum, often bending down and spreading your legs open so that he could watch the way his cum drips out of your hole and down your legs leaving a mess. he loves watching your legs shake as you're all fucked out on his desk.
nerdy bf!eunseok who has a thing for recording you on his computer webcam (with your consent of course). he'd have you on his lap, facing the camera, spread open for him as he fingers you, making you watch yourself on the screen of his computer.
nerdy bf!eunseok who leaves the mic on to his game one day so that his friends could finally stop thinking he doesn't please you. it isn't long before you take notice of it and start moaning more dramatically because it turns you on that all your friends will finally think of eunseok the way you do. you secretly wanted to share all your sex stories with your close friends but you respected eunseok's wish for privacy and thought it was fun to keep everyone on their toes about the two of you. that was until you were there, screaming out his name for everyone to hear, your thighs shaking uncontrollably from how turned on you were.
nerdy bf!eunseok who goes back to his games or nerdy research like it's nothing after leaving you so fucked out on his bed.
WARNINGS ┃ smut (mdni), dom!anton, anton's literally obsessed w/ ur ass, pet name (baby), spanking, unprotected sex, i'm ngl idk what else to add but..
AUTHOR'S NOTE ┃ hello! this is my first ever fic on here so pls feel free to leave any criticism or whatnot hehe <3 hopefully in the future these will be longer and better!!! also this is not proofread i fear
ANTON LOVED YOUR ASS.
He had no shame about it, either. He loved to rest a hand on it when you were cooking, or grip it when you laid by his side, or smack it when he pounded into you while you were on your knees.
Much like now.
His eyes are solely fixated on the way it jiggles when his hips clap against it, his mouth agape from the pleasure. He panted with appreciation as he raised his palm to slap it across the expanse of your skin, drawing a particularly loud moan from you. He chuckled as his eyes flitted upwards to watch how you try so desperately to keep yourself grounded in the pleasure, despite how slumped your upper body half was on the couch.
The two of you had been watching a movie. Simple as that. But Anton had other plans in mind once he saw you bend down to grab the remote that had fallen, throat already dry before your shorts rode up to reveal the underside of your ass. He had practically pounced onto you like a dog after that.
"So pretty, baby," he drawled as he swept a hand over the spot he'd just slapped, relishing in the way your skin had bloomed a faint pink from the impact, "God, I love your ass."
His hands suddenly gripped your cheeks to spread them further apart, wanting to focus on the way his cock drove into you and how it glistened with a combination of your slick. He let out a loud groan just as you mewled from the stretch. He shifted his hips so that he could angle his cock even deeper inside. His eyes screwed shut when he tilted his head back, silenced into pleasure from the way your walls fluttered around him and sucked him in.
"You feel that?" He asked after he regained his breath, his fingers now splayed across your cheeks now, almost desperate to take all of it in.
"Fuck, Ton," you moaned, defeated as your head dropped to rest on the couch. "So full."
"Yeah, I know," he gritted before he bottomed out, hips flush against your rear as he let out a deep grunt. He teased your ass with his palm again, hands running over the cheek before he slapped it again. Your body shifted forward with a sensitive whimper, but he was quick to grip your hips and bring you back onto his cock, eliciting yet another sound from you.
"Don't run, baby," he pouted. "I thought you could take it?"
When you feel him suddenly start to pull out of you, you wiggle your hips backwards defiantly, chasing after him out of desperation. A smile etched itself onto Anton's lips—he could never deny you your pleasure, no matter how much he teased you.
"That's what I thought."
He started to thrust into you again, easily rebuilding the pleasure he had just withdrawn from you. Your hands, unable to support yourself on the couch, reach behind you for his help. He snickered at how weak you were, using his hands to grip your wrists instead, driving you back and forth on his cock. Each time your walls dragged along his ridges and veins, each time his tip hit that spot of yours, you cried out. Your fingers wrapped around his wrists to stabilize yourself.
Tears were streaming down your face at this point, overstimulated from his words and touch. Anton continued to groan unabashedly, but it wasn't enough. He flipped you over, ignoring your gasp of surprise, before he maneuvered you into his lap. He wasted no time in sheathing himself inside of you again, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as your warmth engulfed him whole again in this new position.
Your head dropped into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around him as well while he did all the work. He gripped your thighs more firmly, hoisting you up onto his lap completely before he let your weight drop back down onto him. Anton's stomach twisted when you let out an appreciative moan into his ear, and he repeated the action without question. With what little strength you had left, you tried to mimic it on your own, letting Anton squeeze your ass with both hands while he thrust up into you simultaneously.
"M'close," you warned against his skin, lips just barely grazing his pulse point.
"Fuuuuck," he grunted in agreement. It wasn't hard to tell that you were close—your walls clamped down onto him, spasming around his length like it was unsure whether to keep him in or push him out, and your thighs were spreading wider to brace yourself from the oncoming wave of pleasure. He would be lying if he said he wasn't close as well.
"Where do you want it?" He asked, shifting his head to press a kiss to your neck, one that was far too gentle in comparison to his thrusts, "Use your words."
"Mmh." Your mind scrambled to formulate a proper response, his statement barely registering in your mind until he laid yet another spank against your skin, "Inside, please," you pleaded after, your fingers beginning to dig into his shoulder blades.
"Hah," he huffed approvingly, "'Course, baby."
Your whole body shook from the intensity of your release. Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, prompting him to follow shortly after as well. When you pulled away, albeit weakly, Anton pulled out as well. He laid you down on the couch as he watched his cum seep out of your folds, combined with your own slick. It was a sight that he could never get enough of. As much as he wanted to lick you clean, he knew you would have passed out from the overstimulation, so he got up to grab a rag from the bathroom instead. As he shuffled around in the distance, you found yourself sated and sore on your back.
Your eyes drifted to the long forgotten movie on the TV once he returned, delicately wiping you up as you squirmed.
warnings. sexual coercion, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, power imbalance, dubious consent, choking/breathplay, degradation (verbal and psychological), cheating, uneven emotional investment, possessive behavior, casual misogyny, trauma bonding, and manipulation masked as affection. this is an old piece i wrote on my old ass blog ilomark so if it looks familiar that's why! let me know if i missed anything!
wc. 5.1k
summary. you can't breathe with him, you can't breathe without him.
Eunseok: are you up?
Eunseok: i miss you and want to come over :(
You blinked at your phone screen, eyes reading the two messages at least twenty times before scrolling back through your Twitter timeline, absorbing none of it. Ignoring Eunseok was never easy; you didn’t like doing it, but you had to do it. It was for the best.
Eunseok: you just liked my tweet bro
You huffed heavily as you tapped on the message, rolling from your side to your back.
it’s 2 am
you can just call your girlfriend we’ve been over this
You sent him hoping that would be the end of this conversation. Typically, the conversations with Eunseok would stop once you brought up his girlfriend. His girlfriend. His tall, pretty, smart, girlfriend of two years nearly three this upcoming Friday if you remembered correctly.
Eunseok: i miss you tho
Eunseok: let me just come over for a second it’ll be fun
You were close to caving. You always caved when it came to Eunseok, you were pretty sure you would always cave when it came to the boy with jet black hair and full pink lips.
whatever
i’ll leave the door unlocked you know where to go
You shoved your phone under your pillow, pressing your face into the cushion as you let out an exasperated noise. This was a tiring routine. Eunseok was tiring. He managed to drain nearly every ounce of love and compassion out of you in the short year you knew him. All of it went to Eunseok, never to yourself or anyone else, he was selfish like that. He was a stupid selfish boy like all of them were.
You shouldn’t speak for other boys. All you know is Eunseok. He’s the only boy you’ve ever been with. He’s the only boy you’ve ever wanted to be with.
Ten minutes later you hear the door open then shut. It only took a few moments for him to find your room and leave the door open behind him. You lifted your head from your pillow to watch him crawl in beside you.
“You always leave the door open.” You whispered as his arm draped around your torso, his knuckles grazing the front of your thigh.
“I got excited to see you.”
If your eyes weren’t closed, you’d roll them.
In the beginning, when you first met Eunseok and you were entranced by his quips and his beauty, that line would’ve made you swoon. You were pretty sure it did, the line was familiar and it wasn’t out of character for him to reuse lines he knows make you weak.
“Your skin is so soft.” He breathed into your shoulder, his long fingers working to push your hair off your shoulder humming softly. Eunseok pressed his face into the newly exposed skin of your neck, his lips resting there with no thought. He was comfortable and that bothered you. He was so comfortable with making you the other woman, it was unbearable, he was unbearable, but here you were, wrapped tightly in his arms with his lips against your skin.
You remained non-responsive, but your hand rested on top of his letting your fingers fall between his and dig into his palm.
“You gonna let me make you feel good?”
Your eyes slowly opened, eyeing your conjoined hands with a deep breath. Every proposition from Eunseok came with a catch, you knew he’d end up nestled between your thighs and his hand around your neck.
You rolled over to face him, he let go of your hand to pull your thigh over his hips, his large hand resting on your back to pull your chest against his. You let it happen––it always happened––your small hand resting on his shoulder. You found yourself nose to nose with him, staring into his big eyes feeling yourself drown in them like you always did. His eyes––God, his eyes that seemed to make the world stop.
You were pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to live without those eyes in your life.
“You really know how to dirty talk, hm?” You teased holding tightly onto the grey fabric of his shirt, leaning in to kiss his lips delicately. Eunseok hummed quietly against your lips, his hand resting on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss as his other hand held tighter onto your thigh, his fingers digging into the skin hopefully leaving bruises in the morning.
“You want me to talk dirty to you, baby?”
“Oh God, no, Eunseok.” You pulled away with a stiff laugh, ducking your head down rest on shoulder still laughing. His laugh rang through your cold dark room, you smiled into his chest before looking up at him taking in his features like you always did causing him to look down at you like you were his whole sky.
You weren’t even a measly star in his sky.
“You don’t like my dirty talk?” You rolled your eyes at the smirk that adorned his lips, pushing his hair back to stare at him again.
“I just want to…” You thought of what you wanted, your hands holding tightly onto his shirt when what you wanted came to mind, “I just want to be with you.”
Silence.
“Don’t get mushy on me now, baby.”
Your eyes fell downward at that. That was his nice way of saying drop it, let it go, it’s never going to happen. Eunseok could be mean, he could be cold, and he could be distant. You rather he pretends and make it easy for you two instead of being ruthless and easily breaking you into pieces.
You’ll never forget the first time he broke your heart.
He’s done it plenty of times but the first time hurt the most.
It was in a bathroom. You wanted him to break up with his girlfriend, you wanted to be with him, two things you still wanted even a year later. He called you selfish, a stupid little girl, and left you there degraded and alone.
He broke your heart. He broke your heart for telling him you wanted to be the only one.
He called you two weeks later and fucked you senseless in his apartment.
He told you when you were finished that you were his girl, but you knew that wasn’t the truth.
Eunseok was never honest with you when you two shared a bed. You were pretty sure he wasn’t even honest with you outside of bed. Anyone in their right mind would’ve gotten themselves out of this relationship––they would’ve gotten out fast, but you still stuck around. Letting him consume you slowly.
“Alright,” You mumbled looking up into his eyes sighing heavily, “Alright.” You say it again mainly to convince yourself it was you looked back down sighing softly. He rubbed your back soothingly for a minute, resting his chin on top of your head. You two remained that way for a few minutes. His warmth surrounding you and encapsulating yourself in his arms, you pressed your cheek further against his chest so you could feel his heartbeat.
You liked being reminded he had a heart, he just forgets how to work it most of the time when he’s with you. You’ve become a master at humanizing the bad guy because you didn’t want Eunseok to be the bad guy, you really really wanted him to be the good guy. You’ve learned how to make every shitty thing he’s said to you feel like a compliment, you’ve learned to make his less than favorable actions seem admirable, you’ve changed your ways for him and he can’t even be bothered to see you in daylight.
“What do you want to do, Eunseok?” You asked softly as you looked up at him, lifting your hand to run blindly through his hair again. He only hummed in response, rolling on top of you effortlessly with a soft grunt. “Well,” he ran his fingers through your hair, fanning out your locks as he stared down at your curious eyes, “I want to get my dick wet.”
“There it is,” You laughed with a slow nod, “There’s that dirty talk that just makes me so wet.” You laughed a bit louder, letting your hands run down his chest with a tired smile. He laughed with you, tilting his head down till his forehead touched yours, his nose brushing against yours as your hands rested on top of his sweatpants with a soft hum.
In order to be with Eunseok, you had to turn off almost every emotion in your body because of how wrong it felt if you didn’t. You became a shell. You couldn’t tell if you liked feeling nothing or feeling everything. It was a constant battle you didn’t enjoy but couldn’t seem to get out of. You were stuck in a mass interacted web of manipulation and somber emotions, you weren’t sure if you’d ever get out.
“Try wording that a little better. Come on, I know you can do it.”
He smirked down at you, running a hand through your hair with a soft hum. You looked up at him with large eyes, his lips pressing to your forehead causing you to cast your eyes downward.
You struggled to look him in the eyes. You always have. His eyes were your weakness––they always have been–– his eyes told lies and deceived those who looked into them. They were round and shimmered when he heard a joke, they resembled an innocent doe’s most of the time. You loved his eyes.
You’d never tell anyone, but you saw your future in his eyes.
You saw a quiet little house, you saw two kids and a messy kitchen.
But you saw no love in them. You saw something selfish, dark, and manipulative façading as love. You struggled to see it sometimes, you let yourself fall into them without thought or worry.
He never was the one who got hurt.
He grabbed your chin, tugging your face up so he could look down into your eyes. A soft sound of shock got caught in the back of your throat, your once-sleepy eyes locking with his. You couldn’t stop your hands from naturally falling into their usual place on his shoulders, your lips parting softly as his hand snuck down between your legs.
“I want to fuck you.”
You gulped silently, your chest tightening as his large palm began skimming up higher and higher to slip into your shorts causing your back to arch into his chest with a soft gasp, hand instantly holding on the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He pressed his forehead against yours, “you want that, right, baby? You want me to make you feel good?”
You dumbly nodded without hesitation. You always caved when it came to Eunseok, you were scared you always would too. You weren’t sure if this was a forever thing for him but it felt like a forever thing. You weren’t sure if you wanted it to be a forever thing.
He pressed his lips to yours sending you far away from where you were. His fingers wasted no time rubbing you through the fabric of your underwear causing your breathing to pick up, holding tighter onto his shirt batting your lashes up at him.
“Want more,” You swallowed, “I want more, Eunseok.” Your voice wavered a little when he pressed his fingers against your soaking center. The boy smirked down at you using the hand that wasn’t shoved down your shorts to grab your face, making you face him so he could watch you fall apart.
He loved watching you crumble because of him. He loved the control you let him have over you.
“Already want my fingers, angel?”
You shake your head the best you could causing his brow to lift in slight confusion.
“I want your cock inside me.” You told him with a small moan, “You-You said you wanted to fuck me so fuck me.” You begged never breaking eye contact with the boy, hoping that would help get your point across.
Eunseok smirked down at your brash words, he looked almost proud of you for being so bold.
“You came all this way to get your dick wet, right?” His grip on your jaw tightened when your hand rubbed his hard cock through the dark fabric, “It’s so easy to get you hard, baby. It’s almost kind of pathetic.”
“Watch it.” He said through clenched teeth, his large hand moving from your jaw to your throat. Your hips jerked into his hand at the sudden and possessive hold, a small pleased smile on your lips at how easy it was to push him when he was desperate.
“I have to prep you first, baby.” He’s soft again but the hold on your throat stayed unforgiving, squeezing the sides causing your jaw to drop softly.
You loved when he choked you. You loved the eutrophic feeling you were given by the lack of air reaching your brain. You felt like you were floating. You felt on a different planet. You felt at peace.
It’s the only peace Song Eunseok’s ever given you without pain chasing behind it.
After a minute of holding your life in his hands, he releases your throat and you gasp softly, taking a big full breath as he ducked his head down to speckle your neck with aimless kisses.
“Don’t wanna be prepped,” You whined feeling his fingers push your underwear to the side with his long fingers, “just want to be fucked.”
Eunseok chuckled quietly at your pleading, lifting his head to watch your face when his digits slid up your wet folds to graze over your clit making you whine loudly. “You know it’ll hurt if I don’t.” He reminded you causing your brows to knit together in slight frustration.
“I don’t fucking care.” You groaned trying to pull his sweats off with one hand, your hips grinding into his hand pathetically. “I want it to hurt.”
You were pretty sure Eunseok almost came right there.
“Of course you do.” He whispered leaning down to collide his lips with yours. The kiss was messy, both of you drunk on desperation and want for each other. His hands mindlessly pulled your shorts and underwear down, working at the speed of light to pull his sweats and boxers down to his mid-thigh. You lift your head to look at his cock, smirking softly up at him before falling back on your pillow with an exciting bite of your bottom lip.
“You’re such a cock slut,” Eunseok whispered as your hand skimmed down your stomach, rubbing the head of his cock with your palm nodding in agreement. You watched his jaw drop, his pretty brown eyes shutting as you wrapped your fingers around his cock. You gave his cock a few long slow pumps, your thumb dragging across his bottom lip whimpering softly.
“Pretty boy,” You whispered in slight awe as he held tightly onto your wrist to halt your movements on his dick, pressing his lips softly to the pad of your thumb before pushing your hand off of him softly.
“I really think–”
“Stop pretending you care already, Eunseok. Just do what you came here for.” You interrupted sharply, watching his eyes narrow as he looked at your face.
You hoped you weren’t showing any emotions, you weren’t sure what your face looked like right now.
“Fine. Whatever. Just tell me if it’s too much.” He grumbled as he pushed your knees to your chest, you shook your head as you pushed at his chest to give yourself some room. You rolled on your stomach, pushing yourself up on your forearms. You knew your body better than anyone, you knew it’d be easier to get fucked this way.
You also knew it’d be easier to get fucked without looking at Eunseok’s face the whole time.
“You sure?” He wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling them up to where your back arched and your ass was in the air. You let out a soft whine, nodding quickly when you felt him press the head of his cock to your entrance.
Your mind briefly entertained the idea of a condom––It’s pointless to start now, you think. Eunseok’s been fucking you raw for over a year now and based on what you knew about Song Eunseok, he didn’t handle change well. His girlfriend never let him fuck her without a condom, he told you one time, that’s what made you so different from her. You wanted to vomit at how he thought that was your most differing feature. You worried about getting pregnant, of course, you did, but obviously, it didn’t scare you enough to ask him to wrap it up.
He took things slower than usual, taking his time slowly pressing his cock into you. Your velvety walls stretching to take all he would give you, your jaw-dropping at slight burn as your pussy tried to accompany his size. You squeezed your eyes shut, a soft whimper leaving your lips as he pushed further inside you causing the burn to intensify but with the burn came the pleasure––God, it was was so fucking worth it. You let out a pained cry when he forcefully shoved the rest of his cock into your tight heat.
“You good?” He questioned with a soft groan, pressing his hips further against your ass as one hand pressed to the bottom of your spine.
“Yeah…Yeah, just give me a minute.” You took a deep breath through your nose, your eyes still shut tightly as you waited for your body to adjust to the massive intrusion inside of you.
Song Eunseok could be the perfect man if he wanted to be. Pretty smile, perfect laugh, massive cock, he really had a lot going for him, too bad his habit of cheating on his girlfriend was a glaring issue.
After what felt like hours, your body slowly adjusted to his dick, your walls clenching around him with a quiet moan. “Fuck me.” You told him lowly, repositioning yourself so your cheek was pressed to your pillow and you reach back to rest a hand on his thigh.
“Such a good girl,” He fucked you shallowly first, getting you used to the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. “Taking my dick like the easy slut you are,” His hips began to pick up their regular tempo, sharp and tactful, his words not even hitting you like the should. They just went over your head, your only thought was about getting fucked.
With each thrust, your body moved forward and soft pathetic little sounds left your lips. Your thin nails dug into the skin of his thigh, knowing if you dug deep enough you could draw blood. You should, you thought as his hips snapped into yours a little harder, you should make him bleed and see what happens. You let out a sharp moan when he finally decided on a quicker pace, your nails digging into his tanned skin and dragging down, slicing the skin open partially.
“Fuck!” He shouted as he thoughtlessly slapped your hand off of him, his movements stilling to look at the measly damages. You quickly retreated with a loud squeak, your hand stinging from the slap causing you to bite the inside of your cheek. You marked him, even if it was in a less than the conventional way, he still had a mark from you on his thigh now.
You weren’t allowed to mark him, that had been established the first time you two just kissed. He could mark you up with bruises and scratches all he wanted but no mark could be left on him. You hated this rule. It was stupid and you hated it.
So, you finally broke it.
“Keep going, i-idiot.” You groaned as you rolled your hips back onto his cock, desperate for friction. Eunseok watched your hips roll down with knitted brows, shaking his head a little at you before sitting back and pulling you down with him. You huffed at the new position––You hated being on top. He knew this. You shook your head with a quiet whine, look back at the boy, who laid back with ease with a smirk on his lips.
“Keep going,” He taunted with a raise of his eyebrows, “i-idiot.” You let out an annoyed groan at his childish mocking. You hated him. You really hated Song Eunseok.
You looked around as if you were lost––Well, you were lost. You could count the times you’ve rode Eunseok on one hand, each time probably lasted, at max, five minutes before your complaining annoyed him enough to flip you two over.
Your hips rolled experimentally into his causing a soft gasp to leave your lips. That felt good. Really good, actually. His hands rested on your ass with a soft chuckle at how slow and cautious your movements were, your gut tightened uncomfortably at the thought of him laughing at you.
“I don’t know how, Eunseok.” You whined with a desperate roll of your hips, trying to figure it out on your own with no avail. The boy sat up with that same cocky ass smirk on his lips, his hands moving to your hips, grip bruising, as usual, his chest pressing against your back.
“Aw…Is my baby too dumb to figure out how to ride a cock on her own?” When he put it like that it made it sound so easy. You squirmed in his holding looking down at when your two bodies connected, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the pornographic sight. “I always have to do everything, huh? You just want to lay there and get fucked senseless, huh?” You could feel his breath on the back of your neck causing your skin to prick and pebble.
You nodded easily at his words, they were true after all, whimpering quietly as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder. He repositioned you for the third time that night, this time pulling out and putting you on your back, pushing your legs up to your chest. You watched him finally pull off his black sweatpants, laying down on top of you to just completely blanket over you.
He was so big and warm, he was so close to being the perfect boy.
“You know,” He started as he began to push into you again, a new stretch from the different position, “my thigh really hurts now.” If his dick wasn’t stretching your pussy out to new extremes, you would’ve told him to shut up. You simply just whined at the sensation, grabbing tightly onto his bicep as you shut your eyes tightly.
“Feels good, baby?” He cooed, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip before wrapping his hand around your throat again. You nodded with a quiet sound, holding tightly onto him as he began to fuck into you roughly. In this position, it felt like he was splitting you open again, and again, and again with every shift thrust of his hips. It was driving you insane.
“I love fucking you like this.” He whispered as your eyes opened to look at his face, your hand wrapping around his wrist to the hand that held your throat. Your eyes fell to his lips, watching them move as he spoke. He was so mesmerizing without even trying, you hated it. “I love just watching you take my cock. You always take it so well, baby.” You moaned out at that, your brows knitted together and stomach overwhelmingly filled with butterflies.
His hips began to snap ruthlessly into yours, knocking the wind out of you so easily. You let him fuck you without care, taking every tactless thrust without thought. Shrill and short moans fell from your lips, everything had seemed to pick up and move at an incredibly fast pace meaning it was going to be over soon.
“P-Please kiss me.” You nearly sobbed as you slipped a hand between your bodies, two of your fingers rubbing quick and thoughtless circles on your clit. You arched up into him at the stimulation your body desperately needed, eyes shutting tightly at how quick your orgasm seemed to be approaching.
Eunseok leaned down quickly but didn’t kiss your lips. His forehead just pressed to yours, he was so close but so far away. You tilted your head up to graze your lips over his, your fingers working quicker on the soft wet bud causing your thighs to tremble and body become ridged. When you began to fall off the edge, he finally collided your lips together with a loud groan.
You swore you saw God when you came around him.
The kiss turned from searing lips desperate against each other to just panting in each other’s mouths. You let him use your body to get himself off, your eyes heavy and lips parted as he fucked into you without care, holding onto your waist like his life depended on it. Bruises would be left in the morning but that was a given whenever Eunseok was in your bed.
“Gonna cum,” he grunted against your mouth as you simply whimpered in response. “Gonna fill you up with so much cum––Fuck, ‘been wanting to do this all week. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” You stared at his lips as he gritted out words, watching his eyes shut tightly and his jaw drop slightly.
He was thinking of you all week. Your heart nearly burst at the thought.
You grabbed his arm tightly when he finally came, emptying his load inside you with a sickly beautiful moan. You squeezed your eyes tightly at the sudden warmth filling you. It wasn’t your favorite feeling but Eunseok seemed to enjoy treating you like his personal cum dumpster.
You had gotten used to it at this point.
“There’s so much of it. What the fuck.” You groaned as he continued to spurt cum inside your pussy, your brows knitting together as he tipped his head down to press against yours.
“I told you I waited all week, baby.” He whispered as he let go of your hips, dropping down to press his chest against yours. You slid your hands up to wrap around him, letting yourself hold him like he was yours. Eunseok was yours after sex. He was soft and cuddly, always whispering the softest things in your ear, and blushing when you told him how beautiful he was.
You wished Eunseok was yours all the time.
“Cum’s going to get on my sheets.” You pouted as you began to stroke his hair––He loved that. He loved that a lot. Eunseok let out a soft hum against your skin.
“I’ll change them for you.” He lied as he pressed a kiss to your lips gently, pulling back with a quiet hum. You rolled your eyes.
“You’re a liar.” Your lips turned upwards in a smirk when he smiled at you, “A big beautiful liar.” You teased just to see his cheeks get rosy which the did. God, you loved that so much.
Eunseok turned his head away with a quiet laugh. You watched him with a soft smile, fingers tracing his cheekbones lovingly.
The love you had for Eunseok bloomed into full and beautiful flowers in your chest. It suffocates you. Sometimes the thrones from the ivy green stems would prick at your lungs. You were ready to cough up bloody petals at any moment. The flowers, though beautiful, were killing you.
And you let them.
Eunseok pressed a kiss to the top of your head before pulling out of you slowly, you whimpered loudly looking up at him with a bite of your bottom lip. “It’s going to make a mess, Eunseok.” You whimpered, watching his breath strutter at the way his name sounded from your lips.
He shushes you soothingly, running a hand through your hair as he pulled out of you with a sharp breath. You cringed slightly at the feeling of being empty and oozing out his cum, your face pinched slightly at the undesirable feeling.
“I feel like a twinkie.” You mumbled causing him to look up at you, his mouth opening to say something but a loud laugh escapes his lips instead.
“You say the dumbest things after sex,” You smiled softly as your eyes stayed shut, feeling him kiss your cheek. You loved being this close to him, his chest pressed against yours, nose pressed against your cheek. You loved moments like these.
They were temporary but they felt so real.
“You–You gotta stay the night now.” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his torso, he showed no signs of protest honestly. “It’s too late for you to be driving around.” He hummed in agreement, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
“I have a 10 AM,” he whispers lifting his head to look down at you, straightening himself up so he could redress himself. “I’ll be gone before you wake up probably.”
He knows your schedule by now. He knows you have evening classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he knows your Monday and Wednesday classes are in the morning. He only knows these things because you two made your schedules together, making it so you two only collided with each other briefly on campus.
That was more his idea than yours. Obviously.
“I’ll miss you.” You whispered as he plucked a few tissues from the container on your bedside table, wiping the now cool cum from between your legs.
“Oh yeah?” He smirked looking at you with raised brows, “I’ll miss you too, baby.”
You preened at that. It was stupid that little things like that made you so happy but you loved it.
You felt him redress you with caution, his hands finally being gentle with you and your body. It’s always like this, he’s always his kindest when you’re barely conscious.
“I’m the little spoon.” You tell him as you teeter on the edge of sleep. He simply hums in response, laying next to you and taking on the position of the big spoon like he always did. It wasn’t a regular occurrence that he stayed the night. Whenever you’d cave and let Eunseok come over, he’d stay. Sometimes you two would talk for hours when he stayed or sometimes you two would immediately fall asleep.
It was one of those nights where you held tightly onto his hand that rested on your stomach, absorbing his warmth from behind you and just let your eyes shut slowly. “One more kiss,” You mumbled half-awake, craning your head back towards him causing him to smile a little bit.
Silently he pressed a kiss to your lips. It’s soft and gentle. You loved it.
Before you fell asleep wrapped in his warm embrace, you could feel the flowers blooming again.
warnings: piss kink/squirting…idk, fingering, pet names, dom!eunseok is a big meanie :(
a/n: based on this post i made, finally got through to posting it. also im trying a new thing with timestamps so…lets see how this turns out :3
you should’ve known what kind of day it was going to be when eunseok handed you your third iced coffee before noon.
“drink up, baby,” he said, tone smooth like silk but eyes sharp—watching you with that smug curve to his lips that always meant trouble.
you blinked at him, shifting in your seat. “i’m good, actually—”
“i said drink.”
you did.
he spent the whole day keeping you close. errands that could’ve taken two hours dragged into six. he held your hand in the store, pressed close behind you in line, whispered in your ear while pretending to read the wine labels. he kissed your neck while you loaded the cart. and every time you opened your mouth—
“eunseok, i really need to—”
“hold it,” he said, voice a quiet growl at your ear, fingers tightening around your waist. “you’re fine.”
by the time you got home, your thighs were trembling. you were leaking, aching, burning with the need to either pee or fall apart or both. your whole body felt like a livewire, and the worst part? you were wet. soaked through your panties. your body didn’t know how to tell the difference anymore.
eunseok pushed you inside the apartment and locked the door behind you.
“bathroom—” you started again, but he caught your wrist.
“not yet,” he said, dragging you toward the couch.
“eunseok, please, i can’t—”
“you can,” he said. “you will.”
he shoved your skirt up and your panties down, and the moment cold air hit your soaked folds, you whimpered.
he sank to his knees in front of you, brushing his fingers over your swollen slit, dragging them through the mess he’d made of you. he chuckled low when he felt the heat, the slick, the tremble in your thighs.
“you’re fucking dripping,” he said. “is it because of me or because you really have to pee?”
you tried to shake your head, but he slapped the inside of your thigh lightly.
“use your words.”
“n-no. it’s you,” you whispered.
“good girl,” he murmured, before pushing two fingers inside you.
you cried out—half in relief, half in humiliation. your bladder throbbed at the pressure, but the stretch of his fingers distracted you, confused you, had you spiraling with heat.
he curled them. hard.
your head fell back.
“you’ve been holding it like a good little girl all day,” he said, fucking you with slow, deep strokes, watching every twitch in your hips. “and now you’re going to cum like one too.”
you tried to hold it—tried to keep control, to keep from breaking, but he didn’t give you a chance. he added a third finger, rough and fast, mouth at your ear whispering filth, his other hand pressing down on your belly, right where it was swollen.
the pressure made you cry out.
“that’s it,” he growled. “let go.”
and when you did, your body seized around his fingers. you screamed, legs shaking, hips jerking as the wave crashed—sharp, humiliating, overwhelming. you squirted around his hand, soaking his wrist, your thighs, the couch. you couldn’t stop shaking.
“fuck,” he hissed, watching it happen with dark, hungry eyes. “look at the mess you made.”
one shot ⭑.ᐟ
synopsis ⭑.ᐟ eunseok likes your haircut a bit too much.
content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bf!eunseok, fem!reader, pet names, thigh fucking for my favorite ass guy, fingering (f.), unprotected sex, slight overstimulation
word count⭑.ᐟ 1.8k+
a/n; my bad i just really wanted to use that mametchi pic lmao
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“you cut your hair?”
eunseok tilts his head, not used to the drastic change. though that didn’t mean you looked bad, you were still just as beautiful in his eyes. sure, it’ll take a lot of adjusting on his part since he loved running his hands through them but the length flattered you so much. you smile at him, cheeks turning pink as you played with a short strand of your hair, “i cut it myself, seok. what do you think?”
your hair was definitely shorter in some parts and even eunseok could tell they weren’t cut cleanly. he chuckles, beckoning for you to come lay next to him. you happily crawl to his side, snuggling into his arms. “you’re pretty no matter what you do, baby.”
he could smell your shampoo as you laid your head against his chest, humming blissfully at the familiar scent. “it’s a bit uneven isn’t it?” you mumble, earning a small chuckle from eunseok. you raise your head to look at him, “you think so, too?” he doesn’t reply, just smiling at you.
”maybe those tutorials were a scam after all,” you pout to yourself. eunseok places a kiss on your forehead, “i think it’s cute, i like the length.” he plays with your hair, somewhat struggling to have it running through his hands because of its new, unfamiliar length. you shudder when you feel eunseok’s cold hand graze against your nape.
fascinated by your reaction, eunseok repeats it with a playful smile on his face. after letting him do as he wanted, you finally lie on your back in defense, making eunseok laugh at your futile attempt to escape him. “why’d you cut your hair so short if you were this ticklish?” he grinned widely, laying on his side to look at you properly.
eunseok pokes the side of your neck, “what made you think of cutting your hair, baby?” you glance at him shyly, “i thought you’d like it?” eunseok chuckles, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer but you try to run away, still embarrassed. “don’t run, i wouldn’t like that,” he teased, successfully caging you in his arms.
you had your back against him, pressed somewhat comfortably against his body. eunseok gets to bury his face into your neck way too easily now, your body melting at the contact. he smiles against your skin, rubbing his thumb on your shoulder as you lay there in silence.
”is it shorter than what you’re used to?” you nod at his question, ears perking up at how deep his voice had gotten. you guess that eunseok must be feeling sleepy now. he hums, “it looks good on you, babe. i actually mean it,” he mutters, his hot breath on your neck still felt a bit ticklish.
”that makes me glad, seokie,” you hum, tracing your fingers over his hand. eunseok chuckles, “hmm, i also have a way to prove it.”
before you could even ask, you felt eunseok rubbing his bulge against your ass. “wha- seok!” you squeaked out, flustered to feel it pressed against you. he felt so hard and warm against your bare ass that you couldn’t help but get convinced and turned on. eunseok kissed your neck, cold hands now sneaking up to find warmth inside your shirt, “your fault, by the way,” he groggily retorts, slowly rubbing himself against you.
you could hear his shaky breathing, feeling yourself get just as turned on by how needy he was. you whimper when his cold fingers press on your nipple, rolling the sensitive nub around before cupping your breast. you press your ass against his bulge, earning a pained groan from eunseok who’s completely lost in what he was doing.
”fuck, baby,” he moans, trailing one hand down to your hips to try and move you for himself. eunseok kisses your neck, unusually vocal with his moans as his frown gets even deeper. “seok,” you mewl, “feeling it more than usual?” eunseok chuckles breathlessly, sucking on your skin gently, “it’s your shampoo, baby. you smell too nice.”
you giggle, fascinated that your strawberry-scented shampoo still had this a huge of an effect on him. “can i make you feel even better, seok?” you asked, sultry voice ringing in eunseok’s ears. “fuck, please,” he sighed out, hands gripping down on your hips.
”wanna fuck my thighs?”
oh, that just sounded like music to eunseok’s ears. he wasted no time slipping his sweatpants off, bare cock hitting your plush ass. with a playful smile, you push your ass against it, wiggling it around playfully. eunseok let out a groan, grabbing your ass before inserting his cock in between your thighs.
you bite your lip, eunseok was leaking so much that he slid in and out your thighs so easily. “fuck, you’re so soft, baby.” your head began to feel fuzzy, overwhelmed by eunseok’s moans against your ear. he was never this vocal even when you tried teasing him— maybe he really did like what you did with your hair. that, or it was because you just wore an oversized shirt to bed. whatever went on in eunseok’s head was none of your business now.
eunseok’s thrusts begin to hit your core, the ridge on his curved tip slightly hitting your clit with every movement. “oh, seokie,” you whine, hands darting down to press his cock against your heat even more. eunseok seemed to appreciate it, moaning even more as he picked up his pace.
the roughness of eunseok’s thrusts made it feel as if he really was fucking you from behind, leaving you a moaning, needy mess. you try to move as well, meeting his thrusts to look for some relief. “can i just slip it in like this, baby?” eunseok asks breathlessly, digging his nails against the skin on your waist as he groaned.
he could feel how wet you were by now, wanting nothing more than to sink deep inside you. you bite your lip, turning your head to look at him, “please do it. give it to me, seok.”
eunseok immediately slips your panties to the side, cock easily sinking inside your walls. you let out a strained moan, surprised at how full you were feeling in this position. eunseok sighs against your skin, placing small kisses all over your shoulder as your walls hug him tightly.
”kinda just want to stay like this,” eunseok mutters, eliciting giggles from you. “fuck you, please move.” eunseok laughs, placing a kiss on your jaw, “alright, alright. my bad, princess.” it didn’t take much to convince him, he needed release just as much you did after all.
”does this feel good for you too, baby?” eunseok licks your exposed nape, taking advantage of how sensitive it is. “fuck, seok. don’t do that,” you whimper, walls clenching down on his cock, much to eunseok’s pleasure. he chuckles, biting down on your skin until you clench down on him the way he liked as he moved slowly inside you.
”my pretty girl’s so sensitive,” he whispers teasingly, chuckling when you moan in response. eunseok props your leg up, kissing your shoulder before picking up his pace. the new angle made your head spin, moans getting louder with every thrust. “seok, i love it,” you whimper, brows furrowing when eunseok hits a familiar spot that sent you into overdrive.
eunseok loved the way you were moaning for him, breathing roughly at how close he was. “pretty girl, i’m so close. promise i’ll make it up to you,” he whined, eyes closing as he buried his face against your neck, hips rutting desperately against yours. it didn’t take long for him to cum, pulling out just in time to make a small mess on the sheets.
the tingling in between your legs didn’t stop and eunseok was already on his way to make you feel all better. you bite your lip when he thrusted his fingers inside, easily hitting the same spot from earlier.
”fuck, yes. that feels so good, seok,” you cry out, moving your hips against his hand, just as desperate for release. eunseok made sure to make full use of both hands, using his free hand to play with your clit. you shudder at how sensitive you felt, walls clenching down on his fingers.
your moans get louder and eunseok loved when he gets you like this. he takes advantage of the new weak spot he learned and bites on your nape, making you clench down on his fingers a bit too hard. “like this, baby?” his deep voice made you insane, whimpering at how overstimulated you were feeling.
”pretty girl, cum for me,” eunseok smiles teasingly against your nape, fully aware of how much you like his voice. “i know you’re close, baby. let me see,” you were a whimpering mess, cumming almost immediately all over his fingers as he left small kisses all over your flushed skin.
eunseok smiles, watching as you breath heavily. you definitely have no idea what goes on in his mind, or why he started to thrust his fingers inside you once again, or why he kept playing with your clit but you didn’t care anymore. if he wanted to hear your pretty moans for him, you’ll do it in a heartbeat.
he chuckles against your neck, “that’s my good girl, such pretty moans.” you were too out of it to even understand that he was praising you. your body was all tensed up, still sensitive from your orgasm just seconds ago. eunseok bites your shoulder, “i know you can give me more than this, baby. show me more,” your head started spinning, already too overwhelmed to even keep up.
you had no idea what he wanted out of you, but you could feel your second orgasm approaching. “you there, pretty girl? gonna give me what i want to see?” you cry out in response, hot liquid spraying out of you. eunseok licks his lip, happy to see the mess you made on the sheets.
”that’s a good girl. thank you, baby,” eunseok kissed your cheek, turning you towards him to kiss your lips. he chuckles when he sees your fucked out expression, gently massaging your sides to try and bring you back.
it took you a few minutes to recover and your first reaction was to slap his shoulder. eunseok laughs, pulling you close to pepper kisses all over your face. “my bad, i thought i was making it up to you.”
eunseok did make it up to you but you could also feel him pressing against your thigh, as if he was also expecting something in return (he was). you let out a defeated sigh, “can i please rest for real?” eunseok smiles widely, nodding obediently as he wrapped his arms around you.
you cup his cheeks, stretching them playfully, “why don’t you moan like that when i tease you?” you pout. eunseok laughs, kissing your pout away, “told you it’s the hair.”
you roll your eyes, “my shampoo, you mean?” he shakes his head, still smiling, “no, i can easily see the marks i leave on your neck now.”
”wait,” you run your hands through your neck, blushing profusely as you stare at eunseok with wide eyes. he just laughs at you, “what? you said it was for me, i also need others to know that.”
l.sh. smut. he’s weird asf imma be so fucking honest. handjob. very unrealistic, it’s like an amateur porno.
“she’s so cool.”
sitting on the curb, sohee watched as you hauled bags from out of your car and set them on the front porch. pushing pieces of hair from out of your face before jogging back to the vehicle to carry another load to your house. he couldn’t explain it even if he wanted to, but every mundane activity was so much cooler when you did it.
resting his chin in his hand, he could really watch you all day. coming by antons’ house just to watch as you went on with simple tasks. like the time he watched you shovel snow from antons’ bedroom window. another to watch you repaint your front door, and once to just watch your shadow move behind the curtains. it was such a regular occurrence for sohee to come over and stare, that anton and his family decided to no longer question it.
opting to judge him instead.
“yeah and you’re so weird, stop staring.” digging his heel into sohee lower back, anton followed sohees’ gaze. although he always knew where he was looking, since he never looked anywhere else.
“if you like her so much, go and help her out.” after a few seconds of no response, anton went from staring at you, to staring at sohee. watching as he dramatically groped his lower back.
“oh come on, it doesn’t hurt that much.”
“yes it does!” sohee squealed before hunching over, clinging onto his torso.
“no it doesn’t!”
nudging him again, sohee managed let out an even louder wail. catching the attention of anyone nearby, including you from all the way across the street. dropping the bags into the entrance of your suburban home, awkward silence filled the street as the three of you stared at each other.
scrambling to his feet, sohee quickly brushed off his clothes — bumping into anton in the process. it was a weird sight. watching as they stumbled over each other, you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away.
staring was weird, staring was really weird. but what was the harm if he did it first?
giving sohee one last nudge, anton finally caught you silently watching. straightening himself out, he tried to do the same for sohee — making him stand up straight on his own two feet.
“go over, say hi.”
“what? what no!”
planting his hand on sohee back, anton looked up and down the road before giving the other boy one good push over the curb. forceful enough to have him slightly in the street, soft enough so he wouldn’t face plant in the middle of the street.
mouth covered in amusement, you watched as sohee visibly tensed. giving his body a quick shake before making his way across the street. stopping just before your driveway, it was as if a brick wall was keeping him from going any further.
“hey.”
“hey..”
a cold briize since shivers down sohees spine as he thought of what to possibly say. kicking up snow on the edge of the driveway, he thought back to earlier — and any other time at that. all the days he’d come by to watch, being told to go and help instead of just staring like a mad man.
if you like her so much, go and help her out.
quickly walking up to the patio, he stood at the bottom-step — peeking past you to eye the heaps of grocery bags that lined the entry way of your home. turning his attention away from the plastic mountain, his eyes zeroed in on your face.
oh how he loved your face.
taking note of the way your lips were slightly parted, teeth peeking through the small gap it created. the way your nose and cheeks were so obviously a few shades darker from chilly winds and snow, how your hair lined your face just perfectly — with a few loose ends clinging onto the skin of your face. noting how a few snowflakes settled and melted on your lashes, making your eyes flutter every-time a new flake made its landing. eyes shifting a little lower, he took note of the turtleneck that was snug against your skin, just barely hidden by the big puffer jacket concealed the rest of your body.
sohee really did love looking staring at you.
but staring was weird. and it was especially weird in times like this. times where he was being spoken to, but too lost in his own world to even realize. sure, he was looking directly at your face, but he failed to realize when your lips started to move. glancing over the way your eyes slightly narrowed, making your eyelashes graze over each other. the way you were repeating hey like a broken record.
it wasn’t until you were right in front of him when he realized. stumbling back, his pupils blew and he started to break a sweat at the proximity.
“hello?” glancing around, you couldn’t help but be concerned — and weirded out. watching as sohee came back to reality, it made you realize how odd he was.
but so what? everyone was a little odd.
making eye contact, you couldn’t help but smile a little. glancing down to watch his lips continuously open and close as he searched for his words.
“do you need help!” practically yelling, sohee quickly covered his mouth. his ears grew hot and red while the embarrassment grew in his stomach — and it wasn’t much help that you were now laughing. copying his movements, with your hand over your mouth.
laughing.
“yeah..” pausing to catch your breath, you quickly swiped away a few stray tears from your eyes, “yeah i’d love some help.”
nodding his head, for reasons he wasn’t sure of, he waited until you turned around and headed into the front door. making light-work of the stairs, he stood idle in the entryway of your house. glancing down the short corridor, the flicker of decorative lights caught his attention. the decorative christmas lights that decorated your living, that was in your house.
he was in your house.
kicking off your shoes and winterwear, you were nearly in the kitchen before realizing that sohee was still at the foyer — surrounded by grocery bags and shoes. just standing there. turning into the kitchen to place the bags you held onto the counter, you turned the corner to see he quickly shrugging off his coat and hanging it onto an empty space on the coat rack. scooping up a few of the bags, he was speed walking down the hall — a small, awkward smile on his face as he slipped past you to set them down.
bringing the final bag from the front, sohee watched as you put the items into their respective places. bending over to put something into one of the cabinets that lined the grand kitchen, or straining your arms to store something ontop the fridge. watching your sweater rise just enough for the skin of your back or stomach to make an appearance. he could watch you do this forever — but that was weird and he was weird for staring.
putting himself to some use, sohee grabs a random bag. placing the contents out onto the counter, he dawned on him that he had no idea where anything went. all his staring sightseeing, did him no good as he was only really watching you. never once sparing a glance to what you were putting away or where exactly you were putting it. looking over his shoulder, he began to feel nervous once again.
being so close to you felt so unreal. who knew it would have been this easy?
“hey, where does this stuff uh, go?” voice low, sohee watched as you stopped moving for a split second before turning around. stepping next to him, you rested your hand on his shoulder, examining the snacks and random cans that were once packed into a bag.
“uh, in the pantry.” giving him a slight nudge, you were back to shoving things into overcrowded cabinets and glass shelves of the fridge.
maybe he was just nervous, but who doesn’t know where cereal goes?
“thanks again uh..”
“sohee.” answering a little too quick, he fumbled with his shoes. seated on the floor of the entryway, he couldn’t help but watch as your shadow hovered around him — watching. slipping one shoe on, he reached across the room for the other.
“sohee, thanks for the help.” leaning down, your hands found their way onto his shoulders. the action sending shivers down his spine — making his whole body sit up straight . your fingers dug into the clothed skin before trailing down the remainder of his arms.
“you were truly a great help.” with your head on his shoulder, his focus had quickly shifted from the shoes in his hands to your hands on his torso.
“no problem.. it was my pleasure. really.” struggling to tie the knot of his sneaker, he was hyperaware of the way your fingers snuck under his shirt and brushed against his stomach. fingernails scratching against his skin, making his stomach cave in. unbuckling with his belt, his own hands came to unzip his pants. raising his hips, sohee was quick to pull down his boxers and jeans. a sigh of relief escaping his lips once his dick was freed from his jeans.
yeah, he was already hard. he had been for the longest, ever since your hands first made contact with him in the kitchen. but he was nowhere near embarrassed, more relieved. with every step he took, the rough denim shifted and rubbed against his aching cock — the thin layer of his boxers being no help. he made attempts to hide it, they weren’t the best attempts, far from it.
but at least he tried.
hips buckling, your thumb swiping over his slit caught him completely off guard. head lolling over, sohee tightly closed his eyes — enjoying the warmth that engulfed him.
“i did appreciate your help, but you’re kinda weird you know.” slowly pumping your hand around him, your lips brushing against the exposed skin of his neck.
“watching me take everything into the house.” the more you spoke, the faster your hand went. making his body twitch and spasm. “staring is rude, did anyone ever tell you that?” squeezing the base of his cock, earning a loud moan from the boy.
“oh shit shit shit, i’m cumming.”
sprawled out on antons bed, sohee could only stare up at the ceiling — watching as the ceiling fan. legs twitching here and there, a smile plastered on his face.
“dude, are you cool?” the bed sank as anton sat down in whatever space he could find. poking at the other boys side into he got an answer.
“anton.” sitting up, sohee propped himself up onto his elbows. making strangely awkward eye contact with the other, as if to try and send some sort of unsaid message. wiggling his eyebrows, sohee plopped back down on the bed — an untimely leg spasm following right after.
“oh. oh you’re so gross…”
hey.. how y’all doing….? miss me? i hope so, sorry if this was bad. like actually, i haven’t legitimately wrote something in months, i started this back in november. i was gonna post an older draft but i ended up hating it, so i just finished this. again, sorry if it was underwhelming? confusing? i tried my best and i didn’t wanna not give you guys something before 2025. and HEY, its my first sohee fic ever so.. thats a plus? so happy new year and pray for more stuff from me next year…
since ur requests are open… what would riize be like as friends with benefits/fuck buddies 👁️👁️
shotaro would be the type to send you a text that read “can you come over tonight?” when he wants you. when you arrive at his house he’ll prepare you something to eat or watch a movie with you, making sure there’s no awkwardness between you two before engaging any sexual acts. he does not have a lot of request he just wants to get laid so if you want him to do something, he’ll do it. shotaro will not call you over often, only when he’s really needy and he’s always making sure you’re in the mood.
sungchan would always come straight to your house, he knows it well that you can’t say no to his cock. since the day you told him it was the best you’ve ever had he’s not hesitating to knock on your door whenever he wants. he’s the type to bend to your preferences, making sure you’re as pleased as him. he’ll adjust himself to your favorite positions and set the pace you want him to fuck you in. he’ll say things like “should i go faster, hm ?” or “is it good like that ?”
eunseok will simply send you a picture of his bulge letting you know he's horny. all he does after that is wait until he hears the doorbell of his house ringing. you both agreed to be available as much as possible for each other and that means that he wants you tonight you have to be there tonight. your relationship with him is purely based on sex and nothing else so there's a couple of rules that you have to follow. for example kissing is forbidden when having sex.
wonbin is the type to basically live in your apartment. he’s always needy, ready to fuck you at any given time. “let me fuck you today, please.” that’s what he’ll say almost every day. always asking you to do whatever you wanted with his body as long as he gets to cum at the end. each day he comes up with new things he wants to try, probably coming from the porn videos he watches. will always send you his dick pics for you to rate it along with other pics of his body.
seunghan will send you a text that reads "do you want me to come over tonight ?" when he knows that you're having a stressful day. similar to sungchan, he'll always make sure you're feeling as good as him, always trying to make eye contact with you to see if there's anything that makes you uncomfortable. sometimes he'll give you advice on how to improve your performance in bed. for example, how to do a good blowjob or how to ride him correctly. and you do the same, teaching him how to use him hands on your body and stuff.
sohee would always find an excuse to not tell you directly that he needs to fuck you. even though you told him that it was okay and that you’ll never feel offended by it he still can’t. he’ll call you and say things like “hum, would you like to come over… right now ? i… i need some help for math.” for the record, his grades were a lot better than yours. since he doesn’t have that much of experience he often lets you do the way you want it. he’s always asking you if what he does is correct, feeling satisfied each time a moan escapes the barrier of your lips .
anton is the type to sometimes act like he’s your boyfriend, kissing and cuddling with you when you come over to his apartment. his cock is massive and you kind of got obsessed with it since the first time he fucked you. that being said he’ll let you the double of the keys just so you can enter whenever you want instead of asking it to him almost every day. he’ll never say no to one of your request and will always try his best to fulfill it.
thinking about being on holiday with boyfriend sungchan who takes you away. an all inclusive holiday where he packs for you, plans everything for you and only asks for you to be there. it’s sweet, romantic, relaxing. everything you could ever ask for. the only thing is when he said he’d pack for you, it happened to be all brand new clothes he brought you, most of which happened to be a little too small.
especially your bikinis.
they were too small, the bra barely covering your nipples and the bottoms struggling to hide your heat from his prying eyes. sungchan swore it was fine, no one would see you due to the private beach you had outside of your vacation home.
it’s okay baby, it’ll just be us. ending his sentence with a gentle kiss to your forehead and his fingers circling the skin of your hips.
granted, sungchan had been excited to see you in one of the bikini’s but he hadn’t anticipated how eager he’d be to get you out of it too. he swallowed back a groan when you approached him, tits bouncing with each step due to the tightness of the straps. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, already feeling his cock harden at the sight of your body so exposed to him.
his calm demeanour didn’t last long, as soon as he saw you laid out on the blanket he had set down he was done for. sungchan found himself sitting beside you, resting one hand on the floor as the other slowly made its way down your body, pressing flat against your skin as it did. he took note of the way you sighed shakily, eyes hidden behind a pair of sun glasses. he couldn’t tell if your eyes were open or not, but he knew you wanted him to keep going.
his fingers grazed over the hem of your bottoms, tips pressing over the fabric as he pushed them aside and found your clit with ease. he knew you were already wet, neither of you were dumb enough to know why sungchan picked out such small bikinis for you. it was in his nature to be perverted, especially when it came to you.
he rubbed slow circles against the bud, watching as your thighs quivered lightly at the feeling before he put more pressure against it. sungchan loved foreplay, he loved the tension that built and how soaked you always ended up once it was over but today his patience was running thin. he needed to be inside of you. now.
he moved to kneel between your legs, draping both of them over his thighs before reaching over to push your sunglasses off of your head, the plastic falling onto the sand behind you. he wanted to see your face properly as he slid into you.
he held your thigh, his thumb keeping your bottoms pulled aside as he gripped the base of his cock in his hand. sungchan’s eyes were trained on your cunt, he found himself instantly mesmerised by the way your hole swallowed him. he pushed into you slowly, letting out a breath as he did.
god, he loved being inside of you.
“i knew you were hard” you let out a breathless laugh, your eyes shut as you took all of him. your voice was weak as you spoke, sungchan only groaned in response, the laugh in your voice only causing you to tighten around him.
his free hand dropped down to grip your other thigh, he squeezed the skin as he slowly pulled out of you before thrusting back in, being sure to sink all of himself inside of you as he did. he repeated the movement, eyes shamelessly falling onto the way your tits bounced with each sharp thrust. he found the material struggling to hold them in to be arousing more than anything else, watching the fabric slowly come apart and reveal the rest of you to him.
sungchan suddenly thought he was the smartest man alive getting you to wear such a sultry piece of clothing, he smiled to himself knowing the rest of your bikinis were just the same. maybe he could even convince you to go completely nude instead, under the guise of the fact your bikinis would be ruined anyway, being in the way as he tried to fuck you. knowing they’d end up covered in both his and your cum after.
he pushed the thought out of his mind for now, opting to focus on you instead, already excited at how the rest of your holiday would go.
warnings. best friend!sungchan, protected sex, unprotected sex, some mentions of oral (m receiving), mentions of masturbation, porn with plot.
wc. 7.7k
summary. you and your best friend sungchan end up having sex, but not without setting some rules first.
you felt your head spin as you looked down at sungchan beneath you, his chest raising rapidly against your hands as you sank down on his cock again, repeating the pace you had set a few moments prior. there was already a sheet of sweat covering his toned body, strands of his fringe sticking to his forehead as the rest of his hair stuck up messily from the way you were pulling on it earlier on.
despite how physically pleasuring the situation was, both on your body and your eyes, you still found yourself in disbelief of the position the two of you were in. sungchan was your best friend, he had been for over a decade. you grew up together, did everything together. pretty much every friend you both had was because of the other one, everyone knew you two as a pair.
you shared intimacy, spent nights together where you laughed and fell asleep leaning against one another, sungchan comforted you with his big arms and a slightly oversized tub of ice cream after your first break up and you done the same back after he failed his driving test - three times over. yet, your shared intimacy never went past anything platonic, it had simply never occurred between the two of you. until a few weeks ago that is.
it was normal for your friends to eventually meet sungchan, and it wasn’t that uncommon for them to find him attractive. you were used to the hushed whispers into your ear about how tall and handsome he was, whispers that you always replied to with an eye roll and a playful suck of your teeth. you knew sungchan was handsome, but it wasn’t something you ever paid too much attention to. you had no reason to. but your friends always did.
sungchan always gave the same response when you told him about your friends lusting over him, he laughed and brushed it off, not wishing to entertain your friends or feed into their desires.
“are you sure you’re not celibate?”
“fuck no” sungchan was absolutely not celibate, your friends just didn’t do it for him. you couldn’t have guessed who did even if you tried, and you did try.
“what about giselle?”
“no”
“mimi?”
“no”
“wonbin?”
“maybe” you hummed tilting your head to the side and looking towards the boy you mentioned who was sat across at the room at the bar.
“i don’t blame you”
“what?” sungchan’s voice took you out of your trance, you looked over at him and smiled.
“he’s cute but you couldn’t pay me to get with one of your friends” he began to argue but stopped himself, he didn’t want you to get with one of them either.
“why do you question me so much about me not wanting to get with your friends?”
“they’re all pretty girls and well, you’re a man” sungchan shook his head and laughed.
“yeah a man who doesn’t want to sleep around and end up with an std, plus my sexual interest is elsewhere” you cocked your head to the head and narrowed your eyes, about to question him once again but being stopped by your name being called from a few metres away.
sungchan would not admit to you that his sexual interest lay with you, sungchan thought you were insanely beautiful. irresistible. he would sell a piece of his soul just to be able to explore your body from head to toe, he’d worship every inch of you and make sure he makes you cum harder than anyone else ever has or ever will. sungchan adored you and had far too much respect for you to ever use you for sex or hurt you in anyway, so he kept his desires to himself, always finding it hilarious when you told him about your friends wishes to get close to him because he knew none of you were aware that whilst they were after him, he was laying in bed at night with his hand wrapped around his cock and you filling his brain. sungchan was certain he knows exactly how you’d moan, he’s pretty much perfected the fantasy in his head.
each time you told him about one of your friends, sungchan entertained the thought in his head but it always faded quickly, he was too awestruck over you. sungchan felt pussy drunk without ever even fucking you. he was sure things would get better if he just had you once, but he never felt like it was something he should bring upm not wanting to cause any discomfort or awkwardness in your friendship. the last time one of your friends showed interest in sungchan and he shot them down he promised himself he’d at least try with the next one, just to see if he could get his mind to focus on something that wasn’t you, he didn’t think it would work but he was sure it wouldn’t hurt to try.
that’s when sungchan met yujin, that very night that you were questioning him about being celibate. sungchan wasn’t blind, yujin was gorgeous but she was suffering the same fate that the rest of your friends did, she wasn’t you. sungchan could have hit himself for thinking it right away without even attempting to get to know her, so he gave it a chance. later that night
when you messaged sungchan saying yujin thought he was cute, he entertained it, told you it was okay for you to pass along his number to her and he actually spoke to her. he still found you creeping into his thoughts when he wrapped his hand around his cock that night, but that was just a work in progress, he was sure he would get past it once he spoke to her more.
he didn’t.
despite speaking to yujin none stop, her always being the second contact in his messaging app; you being the first due to your chat being pinned, sungchan still spent every single night thinking about you. he’d end phone calls with yujin and lay in bed to fall asleep and begin to think about you, how pretty you must look laying in your own bed right now and how soaked you’d be if you were touching yourself too. sungchan would give anything to have even the smallest taste of you on his tongue. he was beginning to think he really was a perv.
it took sungchan around two weeks to ask yujin to go out with him, he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t concerned about going out with her and being completely uninterested in her due to his thoughts being preoccupied with you. yet he still went along with it, at least he knew not to be surprised if he was right about his concerns. unsurprisingly to sungchan, he had every right to be concerned.
when he walked into the bar, the same bar he first met yujin at, he spotted her right away. it almost pained him that she was sat in the booth the two of you were in a few weeks before. yujin looked beautiful, and sungchan made sure to tell her the moment he greeted her with a hand barely touching her waist and a small kiss against her cheek.
sungchan listened to yujin attentively, allowing her to talk about what she wished whilst he nodded and added on his own comments every so often. he showed interest in her and made her feel as if he wanted to be there, the only thing was that whilst he physically was there, his mind was miles away. she mentioned your name a few times, smiling as she did, sungchan could tell she was fond of you. it made him feel guilty that he spent their entire date thinking of the way your shirt rode up your stomach earlier on during that day.
when yujin’s fingers touched his arm, sungchan thought about the way your skin felt against his, when she leaned against him he thought about how you unintentionally bury your head in his neck and whine when you’re napping next to him. sungchan was truly mind fucked. maybe the only way he could get out of this rut was to confront it head on, and doing that would mean confessing to you that he’s spent the last year and a half fantasising about fucking you every night and how he can’t even look at another girl without imagining you beneath him instead. so he acted oblivious to the hints yujin was dropping about him returning to her house with her for the night bidded her goodbye, not leaving until she was safe inside of her uber home. once she was, sungchan made his way to yours.
sungchan could freely admit that he wasn’t the smartest person in the world, he had his slightly more dense moments and showing up at your home unannounced at 11pm on a friday night was definitely one of them. he hadn’t planned how what he was going to say to you, telling you he couldn’t date anyone because he was too obsessed with the idea of having sex with you seemed too forward, and completely inappropriate.
he had no plan in his head when he knocked on your front door and even if he did, it would have slipped from his mind the moment you opened your door.
“sungchan?”
“is that my shirt?” you looked down at the oversized shirt that adorned your body.
“yes” that factor made everything seem one hundred times worse for sungchan. you stepped aside to allow him to enter your house, shutting the door behind him once he stepped inside “what are you doing here so late? didn’t you have a date with yujin?”
“that’s why i’m here” you cocked your head to the side, locking your front door before walking into your living room, sungchan sat down beside you before turning to you.
“are you okay?” you could feel the stress radiating off of him, he wasn’t as good at masking his emotions as he thought he was.
“i just wanted to talk to you abut something” sungchan felt his hands dampen, sweat forming as he clasped them together. you watched him intently, wondering what could be so important that hed show up at your house so late at night completely unannounced. sungchan shifted himself a few times, having already felt his cock pressing against his thigh due to the clothing you were wearing “i wanted to talk to you about me going on a date with your friend, and why i kept rejecting your other friends. you nodded, leaning back against the sofa. sungchan’s eyes darted to the way his shirt rode up your thigh, exposing more of your skin to him.
“finally”
“yujin is really sweet, i had a nice time with her tonight and i’ve enjoyed getting to know her and i do think maybe something could happen between the two of us but not right now”
“why not?” because i desperately want to have sex with you?
“because i feel like my, sexual intentions, are with someone else and i can’t seem to get them away from. that person” you hummed at him, leg crossing over the other as you looked at him. sungchan seemed to be in genuinely agony over this.
“have you had sex with them?”
“no”
“do they know you want to have sex with them?”
“no?”
“the only thing i can suggest is bringing it up to them, maybe if you talk to them and the two of you agree to it, you can just fuck it out of your system” you paused for a second, sungchan had spent a little too long staring down at his hands “who is it?” he looked at you, within seconds you could feel read the guilt on his face. you felt your eyes widen and sungchan panicked, quickly realising that you had caught on “you’re serious?”
“yeah” he breathed out, worried about how you would react.
“how the hell did that happen?”
“i don’t know it just, happened” sungchan felt his life flash before his eyes, he could have just ruined his entire friendship with you because he couldn’t stop himself from thinking with his dick “please don’t hate me i know it’s stupid and i know i shouldn’t think those things about you but it just happened and i promise i didn’t mean for it to”
“i don’t hate you” you laughed at the worry in his voice, narrowing your eyes at him “it just took me by surprise i never expected you to want to fuck me sungchan, we’ve known eachother for so long it never crossed my mind” he parted his lips to speak but stopped himself when you continued “i’m not against the idea of having sex with you sungchan, but i don’t think we should do it tonight” sungchan felt his cock throb beneath his briefs, he gulped again “i need time to prepare at least, let me sit on it for a few days and i’ll get back to you, okay?”
“take as long as you need” he breathed out.
“do you want to stay over? it’s getting late and i don’t mind”
“i should head home, i think i’ll sleep better there tonight” there was an uncomfortable look on his face as he stood up, you held back a laugh as you realised why he was acting so awkward. you opted against saying anything, to him, not wanting him to feel worse than he already did. sungchan left your home already knowing what he was going to do the moment he reached his house and he was grateful that it wasn’t too far away, the way his cock was throbbing in his pants was becoming almost painful to deal with. sungchan unapologetically jerked off before bed that night, he took a shower the moment he got home and found his hand wrapped around leaking cock immediately. he tugged at himself his other hand resting flat against the wall as the hot water ran over his body, he groaned as he brought himself closer to the edge. his eyes shut as images of you filled his mind, he would’ve given anything to take you in his shirt, to bend you over your kitchen counter and fuck you whilst you desperately cried out his name and told him how good he felt inside of you. he wanted to be the reason you’d be shaking and crying as you came and he was determined to be.
the following few days were a daze for sungchan, he knew you technically hadn’t said yes yet and he would respect you if you decided that you didn’t want to do it. but he was in agony waiting for your response, he didn’t bring it up to you, he waited for you to bring it up to him and he almost wet himself the moment you messaged him about it.
you can come over if you want tonight, we can talk about it and set some ground rules. i also brought something pretty to wear ehe.
sungchan was incredibly quick to respond, all shame left his body the moment he saw your message. you audibly laughed to yourself at how quickly you received his response, your fingers locking your phone as you dropped it beside your body.
you had found the past few days to be enlightening for you, your feelings toward sungchan shifted slightly the more you thought about him. prior to the conversation you had with sungchan, you hadn’t thought much about him physically. he was incredibly handsome, you’d experienced first hand watching him grow into his features and develop his physical maturity, you’d spent countless days watching him work out and even more days watching him do stupid shit that he always gets embarrassed over. your relationship with sungchan was something you cherished and you couldn’t deny your worries that came with the possibility of ruining that.
yet, you continued to entertain the thought of falling into bed with him. the more you thought about it, the more you craved to experience it, even if it did only happen once. sungchan seemed desperate to have you, the fact he couldn’t look at another girl in that way without thinking about you instead left a taste in your mouth. you found yourself unfathomably horny over the fact he was so set on you, you could barely imagine the amount of times he must’ve gotten off to you and that made it worse for you. it wasn’t kind of you to leave him sitting on it for a few days, considering you made your decision rather quickly, but you wanted to wait until you were completely sure and at this point you were sure that you were.
the wait for sungchan to turn up to your home later into the night felt longer that needed, once he messaged you saying he was on his way you were sat on your sofa, feet tapping against the floor and your fingers fiddling with one another. you weren’t sure why you had become so nervous to see him, but your heart seemingly fell to your stomach the moment he knocked on your front door.
you smiled at him as you opened the door, sungchan instantly took in the fact you were wearing his shirt again. he wondered how the last few days were for you, if you’d laid down and touched yourself whilst wearing it. sungchan was embarrassingly worked up without even stepping foot into your house. you led him to your bedroom rather than your living room, it was a place sungchan had been in countless times before, he’d fallen asleep in your bed just as many times as he’d fallen asleep in hs own, but something about it was more nerve inducing this time around. he watched as you sat on the edge of your bed, inviting him to sit beside you. he closed your bedroom door behind him and ran his hand through his hair before taking a seat next to you.
“i thought about it really hard over the past few days because i really don’t want this to cause anything bad in our friendship and i’d hate for things to be weird between us” sungchan took in the fact you seemed just as nervous as he was, your eyes trained solely on your fingers that sat in your lap “but ultimately i decided i think it would be okay for the two of us to, well, have sex. but i want to set down some rules just so theres no awkwardness or anything” sungchan nodded as you spoke, smiling gently to you when you finally looked up at him.
“i had a few things too, but you can go first”
“honestly my main rule is that there has to be protection involved but i kind of forgot to tell you that so i brought some condoms earlier today”
“i brought some with me”
“the other ones i had was that we shouldn’t kiss, we shouldn’t use each others names and i don’t think we should make eye contact” sungchan had to agree, especially with the latter. he’d spent far too long imagining how you’d look whilst taking his cock and he feared actually seeing your face when you do would destroy him as a person, inside and out “is there anything you’d like to add?”
“there is something, but it’s not really a rule?” you looked at him, curiosity in your eyes.
“what is it?” sungchan tried to ignore how gentle your tone was as you spoke to him. the softness of your voice seemed almost sick in the context the two of you were in.
“the only concern i really have is that” he paused, unsure on how to even begin to phrase his worries “i’m on the bigger side and i don’t want to accidentally hurt you because it doesn’t, fit” your eyes widened as he spoke, your blood running cold as you took in his words. you gulped before you spoke, shifting a little due to the sudden throb that came from your clit.
“show me”
“right now?” you nodded at him, genuinely wanting to see. you held his arm and pushed him gently so he could stand up, you pulled him to stand in front of you before looking up at him.
“can i?” asking softly if you could see it for yourself, sungchan let out a shaky breath as he nodded and watched you. you focused on what was in front of you, your fingers pushing under the waistband of his pants. you were slow to push them down his legs, his briefs dragging down with them. he watched as your eyes widened at the sight of his cock springing out, your lips parting as his tip leaked. your hands let his pants fall to his ankles, fingers lifting up his shirt so you could see him properly. he replaced your hand, holding his shirt up as you focused on his cock.
sungchan had never felt as vulnerable as he did in that moment, your face so close to his cock, your eyes laced with interest whilst your thighs pressed against each other. he wished he could know what was going on in your head, he wanted nothing more than to know exactly what you were thinking.
“can i touch you sungchan?” the last thing in this world that sungchan trusted was his voice, he had to hold back an almost pathetic whimper at your question, instead he breathed out a yes. he didn’t take his eyes off of what you were doing, when your hand reached out to wrap around his cock sungchan felt his knees buckle from under him. you slowly dragged your hand from the base up to the head of his cock, your thumb brushing over his tip where his precum seeped out of before you pushed your hand back down his cock. his precum caused him to become slicker, your hand moving more freely over his cock because of it.
“you’re right you’re so big” sungchan groaned, he physically couldn’t hold himself back from doing so. hearing you say something so crude to him, something he had basically dreamt of at that point broke down a piece of self control inside of him. you squeezed your hand tighter around his cock, without thinking too much about it in the moment you leant forward and let your tongue brush across his tip. sungchan’s knuckles had already began to turn white at that point, his hands balled into fists as his body betrayed him. more precum seeped from him the more you touched him, he felt useless when he realised just how much he was struggling to stand up.
things weren’t going as smooth for you either, hearing him express concerns over having a big cock only caused your panties to dampen and seeing it for yourself, how it weighed itself down because of its weight made the throb of your cunt worse. your mouthed watered when you took him into your hand and felt how heavy he was, you craved to taste him on your tongue just once and he didn’t disappoint. he melted against your tongue and the way he groaned almost caused you to whimper in return.
“i’ll cum so fucking fast if you suck me off” sungchan’s confession caused you to look up at him, that was a mistake on sungchan’s part. your wide eyes and parted lips only caused him pain, the hand you had around his cock didn’t help that at all either. there was still part of you that wanted to tease him for how he was acting but you held yourself back, an overwhelming part of you being too dumbfound to even attempt to anyway. you released his cock from your grip, doing so by slowly dragging it back to the top and letting it slip off of him, sungchan took in a shaky deep breath when you done so.
you watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, your eyes trained on his muscles as he done so. sungchan’s body was something he took pride in and you were incredibly proud of him for it, but this was the first time you had looked at him and wanted to feel him pressed against you. it was almost too easy to imagine the way his abs would flex against your back as he took you from behind or how his arms would flex as he fucked you against the wall. it pained you to think just how good he would feel inside of you. sungchan being completely bare in front of you felt like a fever dream, you almost felt bad for the fact you had planned to not be completely naked. yet your guilt turned to embarrassment when you stood up. somehow the two of you had swapped positions, sungchan had sat on the edge of your bed once you stood up, his bare body on show to you as you shyly stood in front of him. “i’m not completely naked under this, i think i mentioned it in the text”
“you said you brought something pretty to wear” sungchan remembered, how could he forget? he couldn’t wait to see what you had worn underneath his shirt but he also couldn’t help but notice the way your fingers fiddled with the hem of the shirt and your breathing became shaky “are you okay?”
“yeah it just feels a little embarrassing now” you laughed to yourself, lifting your head to look at sungchan. despite the fact his cock was out, literally, there was no awkwardness in the room and that was something you were both grateful for. there was a small smile on sungchan’s face, one you could spot from a mile away “don’t you dare tease me right now i just had your cock in my mouth” sungchan breathed out a laugh, finding comfort in the fact you were still yourself.
“if it helps you feel better, i can’t wait to see what you brought to wear, i already know it’ll make me want to fuck you ever more” you gulped at his words, finally letting yourself bring his shirt over your head. you avoided his eyes for multiple reasons once his shirt hit the floor. sungchan felt his cock throb just at the sight of you “you always looked so pretty in baby blue”
“i remember you saying” you stepped toward him, your eyes finally falling to his face as you watched him take you in.
“i get to fuck you in this?” sungchan groaned without meaning to, his eyes not leaving the thin, see through fabric of the lingerie that stuck to your body. his eyes settled on your cleavage, the material keeping nothing covered as your nipples poked through it. he reached his hands out to grab your hips, wanting to feel your skin under his touch “you look so good” he groaned again, sungchan had never experienced cumming untouched before but if anyone was to do it to him he knew it would be you.
he let his hand fall to your thigh, his fingers tracing your bare skin as he brought them closer to your core. he could feel how hot you were, the lightest touches against your lace clad core let him feel how drenched you already were. your hands fell to his shoulders, your fingers pressing into his muscles.
“i uh, prepped myself before you came over” sungchan swallowed hard hearing you say that, you did touch yourself whilst wearing his shirt. he couldn’t help but wonder if you used your fingers or if you used a toy, maybe a vibrator to work yourself up. he couldn’t bring himself to think of you fucking yourself with a dildo to the thought of him.
“because of the no eye contact thing” sungchan started, his fingers still softly dancing over your core. his eyes met yours and it almost felt as if he was defying the rule already “do you want it from behind” you nodded, breathing out a shaky please as he touched you. “you’ll tell me if it’s too much or if it hurts, right?”
“of course” his concern warmed your heart, sungchan desperately wanted to feel your walls trap his cock inside of you but he care more about your wellbeing to want to bring pain to you just to get that. he could never hurt you.
after a brief moment you stood back, watching as he stood up before you crawled onto the bed. you didn’t have it in you to look at him, instead your settled yourself with your head resting against your pillow and your arms hooked under neath it, holding it in your arms as you laid on your stomach. sungchan dug into his backpack for his pack of condoms, throwing them onto your bedside table after taking one out. he tried not to think too much as he moved back toward your bed, he settled himself on his knees before he touched your skin. he helped you lift your ass into the air, your knees bent and pressed into your mattress as your arched your back. he knelt up and pressed against your back lightly, causing you to arch it a little more before he moved back to the condom in his hand.
the wrapped found itself discarded onto your bedroom floor as he held the condom, he was careful to roll it onto him, breathing heavily as his hand brushed over his cock. he ran his hand over himself a few times before he let go, moving to focus on you. sungchan was careful to push aside the thin fabric of your lingerie, your cunt being exposed to him made his mouth water. he had to restrain himself from pressing his face against you and having you fill every corner of his mouth. he knew there were more pressing matters too attend to, it didn’t help that he could see how wet you were, your slick cunt was so inviting to him. he sighed when he wrapped his hand around his cock, he had to close his eyes when he pressed his tip against your clit. your body jumped and you let out a quiet whimper into the pillow.
“are you ready?” he spoke softly to you, not moving until he heard an audible answer.
“im ready” sungchan squeezed your thigh with his free hand as he guided himself down your slit, the already slick condom seeming to be impossibly soaked by now.
sungchan had to suck in a deep breath when he felt your hole with the head of his cock, he swallowed and stared down at where you two were about to meet as he slowly eased himself into you. he heard you gasp and he paused once the tip of his cock was inside of you, he had to dig his fingers into your hips just to ground himself for a few moments. when he pushed himself deeper into you he felt as if he was going to explode, he stilled his hips and moaned without meaning to. he had to bite back more sounds before he could speak to you.
“does it feel okay?” his voice was shaky, your walls seemed to tighten around him as he spoke to you. it took a few moments for you to respond.
“you feel so fucking good sungchan”
not saying each other’s names? you broke that rule a lot faster than you had expected.
your voice was nothing but a broken moan, your cunt pulling him further into you “i wanna feel all of you, i can take it” sungchan hadn’t expected you to become so desperate, he never expected to hear you begging to take all of him. he knew the idea of him lasting long was far gone out of the window by now.
he gave you what you wanted, easing the rest of himself into you before stilling again, wanting to be sure you could handle it before he pulled out and thrusted slowly back into you. as he built up his pace, he dropped his fingers underneath your body and attached them to your clit. his thrusts becoming a little harder and more frequently as he heard you whine into your pillow.
sungchan hated the fact you were trying to keep yourself quiet, he craved to hear each and ever depraved moan that was threatening to leave you as he fucked you. you drove him insane and he was determined to have you crying out for him. so he sped his fingers up on your clit, he leaned closer to your body and angled his hips so he could reach deeper inside of you. the first cry from your lips had sungchan biting back a whine, the way you sounded shot through his body and went straight to his cock. he held your hips tighter as he pulled your ass back against him, needing to hear it again and again.
but sungchan needed more. he needed to see you, he needed to watch your pretty face contort as you took him deep inside of you and let him explore depths of you that no one ever had before. so despite his better judgement he leaned over your body, his chest pressing against your back as he took your hair in his hand and pressed the side of your head against your pillow, you whimpered at the sudden roughness of his action,s how his demeanour seemed to shift from his previous gentle one.
“let me see you” he spoke deeply into your ear, his hips still bucking against yours “need to see your pretty face when you cum” your only response was your eyes shutting and your lips letting out a desperate please. begging was something sungchan realised you done a lot of, whether you meant to or not. he wasn’t going to complain, but he knew it was something he needed to hear more of.
pulling out of you had you both whimpering for a moment, both of you feeling empty and bare as he turned you over so you were laying on your back. your eyes were dazed as you looked at him, your chest rising heavily as you looked up at him.
no eye contact? sungchan almost laughed as he broke your rule, he needed to see you and he couldn’t stop himself from letting that happen.
sungchan was desperate to get back inside of you, he hooked his hand around the crotch of your panties and tore them off of you before he held your thighs apart. he found your gasp to be amusing as he broke them, not giving you time to say anything about it before he was sinking back into your heat. he let his head fall back as you sucked him back in, your mouth dried up as you watched his abs tense. you clenched a little tighter around him whilst looking at him, unable to fathom just how attractive he was.
when sungchan looked down at you again he was a wreck, his hips setting a pace that had both of your minds free of any thought at all. he couldn’t help but fuck you the way that he did, rough, deep thrusts that had your eyes rolling back and your voice breaking. eventually he leaned down, his forearms resting either side of your head as he fucked into you. he watched your face as you took him deeper into your cunt, he watched the way you struggled to keep your eyes open and how your lips couldn’t shut from how much you were crying out for him. he felt as if he was blessed being able to see you like this, you looked and sounded far better than he had ever imagined and he knew those things would be etched into his mind forever.
his orgasm chased him rapidly, he ended up burying his head in your neck, moaning into your skin when he felt your nails dig into his back. you breathed out his name followed by more and more pleads, all of it together left sungchan bucking his hips against yours in a rushed and uncontrolled way. both of you chasing your orgasms because of the way that it felt. he had never had sex in such a desperate way before and he loved it, he became obsessed with how pathetically needy you were for him too and he knew that his orgasm would hit even harder because of it.
sungchan barely lifted his body off of yours, his hand pushing between the two of you so his fingers could find your clit. him finishing was great but he had to make you cum, he needed to do it. so he did, his fingers rubbed your clit in a sloppy manner but it done everything for you when it was combined with his thrusts into you, your body withered under him as you babbled about being close and needing to cum, the moment he felt you still under him and cry out his name again he knew he had brought you to where you needed to be. he followed suit barely moments after. your name falling from his lips in a pathetic whine as he came inside of the condom.
it took both of you a few moments to even attempt to regain your breaths, your bodies stuck to one another until he finally pulled out of you and laid beside you, he instinctively pulled you against him.
“you can stay the night” you spoke, your head resting against his chest, a sleepy tone in your voice as you listened to his heart beat. your fingers laced through his as they sat against his stomach, your voice breaking the silence again as you spoke before he could say anything “please stay the night” sungchan couldn’t ignore how weak you sounded, he simply wrapped his arm tighter around your waist and kept you close to him, lips pressing against your head.
“i’m not going anywhere”.
the following few days with sungchan seemed as normal as ever, despite the fact you were both silently suffering over one another, you both kept it to yourselves. you spoke normally, neither of you bringing up what had occurred that night. sungchan had already accepted the fact having sex with you didn’t fix his problem, it only made it worse. he thought the no eye contact rule was the most important one you laid out but it seemed to be the easiest to break, he shouldn’t have broken it. all he was stuck with was the image of you laying under him, taking his cock with your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted as the sweetest sounds sungchan had ever heard fell from them, he swore he could still feel your nails digging into his skin as you cried about being close.
yet, he knew he had to try. maybe seeing yujin again would help him, he knew he was being a little more than just delusional by assuming it but he didn’t see the harm in trying. he never told you about the fact he was going over to her home that night, in fact he wasn’t even aware that yujin told you. he wasn’t sure why he had kept it from you, he had no real reason to but something inside of him felt guilty over it.
yujin had told you as soon as sungchan messaged her, an almost overexcited text from her about him asking to come over later that night appeared on your phone screen and you responded to her with just as much excitement only to close your phone as your felt your heart sink. having sex with sungchan was probably the worst idea you could have ever had, but you didn’t regret it. you craved for it to happen again, to fall into bed with him and feel him rock into you over and over again whilst telling you how perfect you were. it was selfish to think of him in that light, to want him all for yourself after sending him to your friend. the best thing you could do was preoccupy yourself for the night to try to ignore the fact it was likely that he’d have her the way he had you only a few nights prior, shaking the thought out of your head was agony but you tried your best.
it only came rushing back to you when you heard a rushed knock at your door, it was a little past 10pm and you knew there was only one person who would randomly show up at your door so late at night. you knew the chances of sungchan standing there was low but you couldn’t help but hope it was him. looking through the small peephole in your door felt like the best thing to do, not wanting to open the door to just anyone. once you caught sight of sungchan you felt your body freeze, it took a few seconds for you to let him in, your fingers fiddling with the lock to try and get it to open.
neither of you said a word as you opened the door, it only took a second for sungchan to step inside of your house, close the door and have you pressed against the wall. he kissed you for the first time.
no kissing? rule broken.
his arms wrapping around your waist as he held you between himself and the wall. your arms instantly wrapped around his neck as you accepted him, fingers pushing into his hair.
“i need you so fucking bad” he only broke the kiss for a moment, speaking quickly as he held you impossibly tighter against him.
“please” your plea was nothing but a broken whimper. you let him lead you to your bedroom and lay you down, letting him strip you off and do what he had been dreaming of all day. it almost overwhelmed you to think that’s how you ended up in the position you two were in, his bare cock stretching out your walls as you struggle to rock against him.
protection? the final rule had broken far too quickly and neither of you were apologetic about it.
“sungchan please i’m so close” you whimpered, his fingers digging harder into your hips as
you leaned down, your chest pressed against his as your eyes shut. you felt his knees lift beneath you as he bucked his hips up against yours, you cried out as his arms wrapped around your waist. your hands landed either side of his head on your bed, eyes struggling to open and focus on him. sungchan didn’t give you time to before he leant up to kiss you, his head falling back against the bed, pulling you down with him whilst catching your lips with his. you moaned into the kiss, your walls squeezing his cock tightly as you took him over and over again.
there was a faint buzzing sound coming from sungchan’s phone on your nightstand, the lit screen not being close to enough to pull the two of you away from each other.
you laid against sungchan’s chest, your eyes closing once again as you felt his fingers slowly run up and down your back. you found yourself cuddling closer into him, eyes opening to see his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. his cock was still nestled inside of you as you both laid there, nothing but deep breaths could be heard in the room until you heard your phone ding, a text message coming through. sungchan’s arms tightened around you as you tried to lift yourself up, he kept you pressed against his chest as he lifted himself to sit up instead, the two of your bodies still connected.
he picked up your phone and handed it to you, your head resting against his shoulder as he took your phone from him and unlocked it to read the messages on your lock screen. your eyes scanned the messages from yujin, sungchan’s fingers still rubbing your skin as you took in the words. her messages began as curiosity, asking if you knew where sungchan was because he’d left her house abruptly, they changed to concern as she worried if something had happened to cause him to rush off but they seemed to end in anger, her tone changing as she realised he may just not wanted to be with her.
he didn’t stand me up, he left half way through and i think that’s worse lol, i know he’s your best friend but he can go fuck himself, stupid prick. you winced as you read it, sungchan only sighed out an apology into your hair.
“how do i tell her i’m not interested?” he peaked over at his phone to see the missed call notification on his screen. you placed your phone back down and lifted yourself up to look at him, fingers digging into his shoulders as you whimpered when his cock moved inside of you. you could only smile lightly at sungchan, his gentle eyes focused on your face as he seemed genuinely apologetic for causing such an awkward situation between you and your friend.
“you’re not?” sungchan breathed out a laugh, fingers creeping a little higher up your skin. he shook his head “i don’t want her to be upset”
“do you want me to date her?” you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment.
“of course not” he leaned forward, his lips pressing softly against your skin, only touching the corner of yours. he dropped his hands down to your ass, pulling you closer against him as he squeezed it. a moan slipped from you as you moved on his cock again, nails pressing into his skin. his voice was deep as he spoke to you, a shaky undertone taking ahold of it.
“then focus on me instead, we can sort her out later”.
thinking about sungchan who just loves to finger fuck you, it’s his favourite thing to do to you. he loves watching the way you completely fall apart each time he does it, how your reaction only becomes hotter and somehow more endearing each time it happens.
his favourite way to have you is when you’re laid down and he’s sat up beside you, he gets to see all of you as you wither and squirm on his fingers, gets to watch your body shake as you struggle to handle the way he’s curling them repeatedly against the squishy spot inside of you and smiling sweetly at you. he can’t help but enjoy teasing you, cooing at you sweetly whilst you cry out about it being too much.
one of sungchan’s favourite things is the sound your cunt makes when he curls his fingers inside of you, he always tells you it sounds like she’s crying out for him too. how it’s so good that even she can’t stay quiet. he loves the way your body shivers when he speaks about her, both of you know how utterly filthy it is for him to be referring to your cunt in such a manner but both of you knowing just how right he is at the same time.
he likes the way nights like indicate to him what’s coming next, probably his favourite part of stuffing his fingers inside of. making you squirt. he loves nothing more than causing you to make a complete mess of yourself, him and the sheets beneath you. watching your entire body shake and your fingers reach out to dig into his bicep whilst you cry out about it being too much, how you’re so close, so so so close and how you pathetically whimper out please please please without even knowing what you’re begging for. he loves watching how your yes squeeze shut and how your voice turns from desperate begging to barely letting a sound out as you cum seemingly impossibly hard.
he pulls his fingers out of you after that, slowly bringing them to your clit so he can circle it slowly whilst you attempt to calm down from such an intense orgasm, he knows he’s making it harder for you but that’s what he enjoys.
once you’ve calmed down he kneels himself up between your legs and holds your thighs apart, sinking his cock into your heat slowly, letting every inch of himself stretch you open. making sure you feel every ridge and vein that lines the length of his cock. he attempts to be in control of himself but he always ends up digging his fingers into your skin a little harder and releasing a breathless moan why he feels your walls hug his cock. he praises you for taking him so well, promises to make you feel good whilst the tone of his voice shakes. makes sure to keep your legs spread wide apart whilst he thrusts into you, letting his thrusts become quicker and harsher as time goes by, basking in the sounds of your cunt sucking him him and your moans getting louder the longer he fucks you.
there’s an extra sensitivity to you after he’s made you squirt and he loves it, loves how desperate and clingy you become from how intense your previous orgasm was, promises to himself to make you cum even harder for your next one.
thinking about the earlier stages of your relationship with boyfriend eunseok. how you’d both come to the agreement of holding off of doing anything sexual in order to focus on each other in a more emotional and meaningful way, and it would go well !! you’d spend your nights giggling together and sharing sweet kisses but it wouldn’t progress further than a little bit of wandering hands and deeper kisses. until one night you’re straddling him and it feels almost impossible to break away from him, the last thing you want is to not have him against you and that’s when you start to cave. whimpering into the kiss about wanting, needing to feel more of him. needing anything that involved his bare skin on yours.
he’d be hesitant at first, not wanting the two of you to break the promise you both had but also not wanting to break away form you either. it’s how you’d end up laying under him, nothing on with his hands digging into your waist and his fringe falling in front of his eyes. both of you breathing heavily after he pushed the tip of his cock into you, after all you both promised that it would just be the tip that you take. and you’d be so confident that that’s all it would be, but you hadn’t anticipated just how desperate you’d feel after he pushed into you. the initial stretch of the head of his cock had an ache running through your cunt and your thighs shaking. you’d try your hardest, the way eunseok would be breathing shakily with his cheeks flushed wouldn’t help either. it would only be around thirty seconds before you were whimpering for more, begging for him to just push the rest of his cock into you and take you the way you both want, wrapping your legs around his waist just to show him how much you meant it.
and he would, he’d sink so deep into you so quickly, groaning out as your tight walls hugged his cock and sucked him into you. he’d make sure to fuck you good, wanting your head to be empty and your body to be sore by the time you were both finishing with one another. turns out just the tip became a teasing game for the two of you after that, both of you knowing the other won’t be able to last long ..
“you think i’m fuckin easy, ain’t that the truth?”
you could tell yourself you hate him but that's a lie. you’ll never hurt again if no one ever says his name. trust that was built up nearly over a decade, crushed by an ig story and a link.
lee ch./ anton. wc: 3.079k angst. smut. dark in the sense of…
unsolicited recording and said recording being leaked. peer pressure in a sense. anton is easily influenced. ur both athletes for the sake of decent world building.
music leaked from your wired earbubs as your sneakers squeaked against the glossy floors of the gymnasium. eyes tightly shut, the music flowed through your mind, drowning out all the other natural sounds that buzzed around you. making your nth lap around the vast space of the gym, loose pieces of hair that were once tucked and pulled into a loose ponytail, stuck to your forehead and cheeks. coming to a stop in front of the faded plastic bleachers, you used the back of your hand to swipe at the sweat and hair that decorated your face.
ripping out the earbubs and throwing your phone on-top of the bag, the loud thud of the gym doors swinging open made your body jump. nearly knocking the wind out of you, breathing staggered from the shock paired with your recent run. fingers digging into the cloth of your sweater, the tension would quickly subside when anton peeked his head in. a wide smile on his face as he jogged over to where you stood. planting a rough pat on your shoulder, he took a seat next to your belongings.
“whatcha doing here so late?” he questioned. long legs awkwardly bunched up onto the small seats of the bleachers, his hands coming over to mess with the handle of your tennis racket that stuck out from your bag. as he messed around, you glanced down at the digital clock on your wrist, finally seeing on how much time you’d lost track of. 6:39 stared back at you before your eyes were back onto anton. “a little extra practice, lost track of time i guess. what are you doing here?”
“swim.” running fingers through his hair, droplets of water fell onto the ground below him. reaching forward, he dried his damp fingers off onto your sweater. a low gross leaving your lips as you backed away from him. laughing into his hand, anton shook his head around like a dog. as water hit your cheeks, you couldn’t help but laugh just a little. using the sleeve of your sweater to brush at your cheeks, a comfortable silence fell. putting away the rest of your belongings, anton watched as your sweater rode up your torso when you attempted to sling the stuffed backpack across your shoulder — still half open from the tennis racket that didn’t quite fit — and completely onto your back. he was quick to get up, sliding his own bag back onto his shoulder as he followed you to the doors that he entered from not too long ago.
“do you want to hang out tonight? it’s been awhile.” stumbling over his limbs before he found his footing, anton draped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked through the double doors. stepping into the fairly empty halls of your school, bumping into other athlete students roaming around after practice, some being none other than antons’ other friends. before you were able to answer his question, he was jogging over to the group of boys — and you quietly followed.
standing in front of anton, his arms hooked around your neck and his head rested on the top of yours. being slightly nudged around as the boys pushed and joked with each other, it was almost as if you weren’t even present. your existence being pushed to the back of antons’ mind as he spoke with what you considered his main friend group.
the reason you two didn’t hang out as much.
but it wasn’t completely their fault, you’d been hesitant to reach out. hesitancy that blossomed from anton finally being able to choose his own paths without looking at you for confirmation. hesitancy from anton telling you time and time again about the all things he’s been able to experience since then. hesitancy that sprung from when anton disclosed how he finally wasn’t a virgin. it had been a year since then, a year that would bring constant reminders of how he wasn’t the same shy boy you’d play in the sandbox with and it had weighed on you ever since. the realization of how the roles had reversed and now you were the one that was confined to the small bubble that you kept yourself in. a bubble that restricted and restrained you from reaching what people would call, your full potential. a bubble you refused to let burst and pop.
just not yet.
your backpack pressed against his stomach as anton swayed and rocked on his heels, watching as his friends left until they were completely out of sight. squeezing your body, he took a step back to give you some room. “you never answered my question by the way.” pulling on the straps of his backpack, anton started walking towards the exit to the school’s parking lot. quickly following behind him, you harshly tugged on the back of his shirt. causing his body to come to an abrupt halt. twisting around to look at you, he had a look of confusion all over his face.
“you never gave me time to answer.” punching at his toned arm, you raised eyebrows at him — waiting for an apology of some sort. rubbing the flesh of his arm, a few whiny sorrys leaving his mouth. an overly dramatic frown present on his lips, anton watched you pull your phone from the side pocket of your bag. staring at the way your manicured nails repeatedly hit the glass. “told my mom i’ll be coming home later.” glancing up from your screen, you locked eyes with anton. an anton who was absentmindedly staring into your soul “now stop just standing there and show me where you parked!” pushing at his body, he acted as if you’d thrown him to the ground. “hey you could have hurt me..” his hands came up to cover his eyes as he pretended to cry into his palms.
“guess i’ll have to ask your mom to kiss it better. maybe even a little more if she’s willing.” before he could completely finish his sentence, anton was darting through the parking lot. sliding into his car and locking the doors mere seconds before you could yank at the cold handle. even though he wasn’t able to hear you, he could make out the way you were violently cursing him out from behind the glass.
kicking your shoes off at the front, you were greeted with a hi and a bye as antons’ mom darted out of the family home with his brother attached to her hip. reminding you of the times in middle school when she’d pull you into the kitchen and constantly thank you for being friends with her son. the same woman who used to hug you tightly and silently cry whenever you came around to hang out with him. the same woman who saw you as her sons savior from a long and lonely childhood.
sure, she no longer pulled you aside or praise you for doing the bare minimum when it came to anton. but she’d always find a way to thank you without using her words. one of those ways being with food. unsure if anton had told her of your visit, your suspicion would be confirmed by tray of snacks displayed on the kitchen island. excitement surged throughout your body as you started slipping into one of the barstools, all while anton was hunched over rummaging through the refrigerator.
ripping open one of the bags of chips, you pulled your phone from the waistband of your biker shorts. placing a few of the chips into your mouth before making your way to instagram. admittedly, you had a bad habit of checking his account.
even when he was around.
clicking through the post that you saw time and time again, you fumbled to close the app when anton unexpectedly dropped onto your shoulder. “come on, we’re finally together again and you’re on your phone.” snatching the device, you instantly regretted telling him your password all those months ago. but to your surprise, he simply put it into the pocket of his hoodie. “talk to me, what’s been going on since what..” stopped to think. bringing a hand up to scratch his head, you couldn’t help but notice how the sleeves were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms. the way it flexed with every movement.
“shit i can’t even remember, just talk to me.” back leant against the island, it was now your time to scratch your head. laughing at yourself when you couldn’t think of even one interesting thing. “nothing actually, same old same old.” leaning forward, his eye darted down to your back. watching the fabric lift and expose your bare skin for the second time that night. “okay how about, have you found a boyfriend yet?” face flush against the cold marble, it didn’t come as a surprise that he would ask such a question.
in fact, you expected it.
it was the topic of discussion of your last hang out. and the one before that. and the one before that. ever since he started experimenting with the opposite gender, antons’ curiosity about your experiences spiked. you knew all about his encounters, but when it came to yours? cobwebs. a lot of things held you back from trying it with anyone else. exploring your body by yourself in the comfort of your room. but of course, like many things, you just could never figure out exactly what you liked, how you liked it, or who you’d like to experience it with.
“no i haven’t.” shooting him a quick answer before getting up from the leather seat. the ripping sound of your skin removing itself from the cushion ringing in your ears. dragging your feet across the hardwood floors, anton quickly snatched a few snacks up before running after you. pushing open the creaky door of his old bedroom, you took in the space as if it were to change before your eyes. but nothing ever changed in his room, from the complex figurines that lined his walls, neatly dusted and cared for down to the faded crayon marks on his baseboards.
sinking into his mattress, anton followed in suite. resting his back against his pillows and head against the headboard. “so, what’s stopping you?” craning your neck to look up at him, every fibber in your body told you that if you were to tell him why, it would be oversharing.
but can best friends of nearly a decade truly overshare at this point?
“listen to me anton.” lifting your body up, you rested onto your elbows. an awkward feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach as he shifted his whole attention towards you.
“i’m listening.” he smiled as he spoke.
it was almost as if years of embarrassment and resentment all came to the surface just by looking at his face. the way he smiled without a care in the world. the way he didn’t have to worry about the things that would divide your world.
mouth repeatedly opening and closing, it was almost as if the words got caught in the back of your throat. rephrasing the sentence in your mind over and over until it finally reached the tip of your tongue.
“i feel like i’m falling behind. like we’re literally about to graduate and i still haven’t done it. i guess i was just too embarrassed to tell you whenever you asked before..” your words came out in more of a blabber instead of a real, coherent sentence.
your words lingered in the air and hiis silence only added to the feeling of despair that built in your stomach. eyes glossed over, chest tightening at the mere thought of potentially overstepping some unspoken line. it never felt like this when he spoke to you about his own personal issues, so why was it so strange when you do it? your eyes darted across his face for a sign of any emotion — shit, even a look of malice would be nice. but he continued to sit there. lips forming a tight line as he stared at your face.
“that’s it?” lips curling into a smile, anton tilted his head as he finally strung together what you meant by it. “you’re embarrassed because you haven’t had sex?” purposely putting an emphasis on sex, he held back the snort that threatened to rip from his mouth. his response was far from what you expected to hear. it somewhat put you on edge, but calmed your nerves at the same token.
“yeah.. sex.” letting your body collapse into his mattress, your head planted deep into the comforter — anton let his hand come up to slowly rub circles onto the back of your head. suddenly grateful for the times where anton didn’t say a word, the silence brought more comfort to your sour mood then any noise ever could. until a quiet whisper sliced through that comforting silence.
threatening to burst into that protective bubble you’ve so carefully crafted.
“i can help you.” he stated, the naturally soft voice he possessed somehow getting even more hushed. the bed dipped and creaked as he moved his body closer to yours. his knees sinking into the memory foam as you readjusted yourself —legs folded underneath your body. “help me? no no that’s..” biting the tip of your tongue, you watched as antons eyes focused on how your mouth moved instead of the usual eye contact.
“that would make things weird. we can’t do that.” bringing a finger to your mouth, your teeth anxiously bite the false nail — polish chipping onto your teeth. shaking his head in disagreement, anton cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand. “it’s not weird if we don’t tell anyone.” leaning his body closer to yours, his lips brushed against yours before he pulled back. watching as you chased his face, mind clearly on autopilot.
squeezing the flesh of your face, your eyes automatically closed from the slight pain and tingling sensation. giving him just enough time to reach for his phone that was shoved into his back pocket. thumb swiping over the glass, his eyes would shift from your face to the device. quickly pressing record, anton meticulously placed the device into the window that was right next to his bed. seeing the reflection of the recording, he covered the rest of his phone with his curtains, turning his attention back to you.
“just say you want tonie to help you feel good. and i won’t make you wait.” plans of cutting that part out of the video made a sick smile form on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter open and your naturally puffy lips part. hands gripping onto his hoodie as his grip on your cheeks tightened. causing your lips to involuntarily pucker and drool to coat them in a thin layer.
“please, i want tonie to help me feel good..”
positioned onto your stomach, your legs dangled from the egde of his bed while he shuffled and moved behind you. using the loose ponytail you’d already provided for him, anton used it was means to lift your head from off the bed. placing a condom wrapped in between your teeth and telling you to bite. ripping open the packaging, he let your head fall back into the mattress all while he slipped the rubber onto his cock. he didn’t wanna waste time — the video on his phone around reaching the 20 minute mark from the small kissing lesson he decided to give you at the last minute.
slotting himself between your legs, anton forced your knees onto the bed. deepening the small arch in your back. bringing his hands to caress and pinch at the flesh of your torso, he would eventually remove one from your body. fishing around in his hoodie until his fingers wrapped around your phone. as you laid there, patiently, the pads of his thumb swiped and swiped until he lands on your camera app. making sure the flash was off, he didn’t say a word as his hands continued to play with the flesh of your waist.
slowly making his way down, his made sure to grip at the skin of your ass, spreading you apart before planting a small, yet firm, spank on the flesh. as you whined into the blankets, your body twitched and seized at the impact. “doing alright pretty?” the video would just barely pick up his voice as it panned to the back of your head, then down to his hand free hand squeezing at the base of his dick. smacking his length onto your thighs, anton finally alined himself with your hole that clenched around air.
one moment he was coating the tip with your slick, the next his hips were flush with your ass. a muffled cry leaving your lips as he gave you time to adjust to the foreign feeling. leaning back, anton used his free hand to wrap your ponytail around his hand.
“is my pretty best friend ready to no longer be a virgin..” almost as if he was mocking you, he started using the hair to pull your body back to meet his painfully slow and sharp thrusts. keeping a firm grip on your phone, anton made sure he got closeups on how you sucked his confined cock back inside. the audio being clouded by the cries that filled his dim room. as he quickened his thrust, his eyes darted back to his phone that was still recording. wanting it to pick up the sight of your tear stained face, he just had to make sure it hadn’t shifted from the harsh movements.
because why would one angle ever be enough?
your shaky voice drew his attention away from the camera and back to you. “repeat that, i.. i didn’t catch that.” but instead of responding with words, you’d respond with your body. weak attempts of crawling away from his hips giving him all the answers he needed.
“nuh uh.. stay right there and take it. you asked, remember?” smiling to himself, he watched through the small lenses as your body spasmed underneath him.
the next few days to follow were, strange. eyes lingered on your body longer than usual as you trudged through the halls of your old school. whispering coming from all angles until one of antons’ friends finally broke the news.
“isn’t this you?”
pop. there goes that bubble..
yana here. giving you a fat smooch after making you wait so long for an ACTUAL writing and not some half-assed joke of words on your screen. but i can’t be the only one who loves the idea of anton putting your whole life on blast. but maybe i am bc it’s been confirmed MULTIPLE TIMES how im a little weirdo. now i sleep, hope you enjoyed. xoxo, freakyana.
shotaro can handle cockwarming, but he doesn’t necessarily like it. he has to be in the mood for it and the majority of the time he isn’t. he likes to be able to move when he’s inside of you, wants to be able to fuck you instead of sitting still. there are the rare occasions he likes it and those tend to be after sex, especially when he’s had a more tiring, draining day. the thought of curling up with you, fucking you slowly whilst making out and then falling asleep being stuffed inside of you is a dream to him. plus, you both wake up needing one another again after so the thinks that’s an added bonus. if you tried to tease him with it, he’d entertain you for a while. letting you play with him until he cannot do it anymore, wouldn’t be afraid to beg quietly in your ear, sweet talking you in a whiny voice about how good you feel when you’re sucking in his cock and how hard you make him cum. knows exactly what to say to you to get you to ride him the way he wants.
eunseok
eunseok would be horrible, to you at least. he has the self restraint to sit with you on his cock for hours, and he’ll do so until you break and beg for him to fuck too. cockwarming isn’t a gentle nor comforting thing with eunseok, it’s borderline a punishment. he just wants to see how long you can last with him stuffed inside of you, stilled. it doesn’t stop when you beg for him to fuck you either, he won’t touch you properly until he’s taunted you. needs to tease you about being so desperate that you have to beg for him to fuck you, so cock hungry that all you can think about is being used by him and filled with him cum. makes sure to say it all lowly in your ear whilst holding you down on his cock, maybe sneaking a hand down to rub slow circles on your clit whilst he does so. makes you fuck yourself on his cock after since you were so needy for it.
sungchan
sungchan cannot handle it at all. he tries, he really does try, but he can’t. whether it’s before or after sex, just the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around his cock turns him on far too much for him to be able to simply just sit still. if it’s you teasing him, he ends up whining into your neck about how and he needs you to move, needs to feel you fucking yourself on his cock more than anything and he wouldn’t be afraid of begging for it. whines when you tease him about not being able to last too, he’s too sensitive about it. if it’s him teasing you, it won’t last more than thirty seconds even if he’s trying his hardest. he’s just so obsessed with how you feel wrapped around him that he needs to fuck you, ends up fucking you with his head buried in your neck and his fingers gripping the sheets beside your head. usually ends up cumming more than one during those nights too.
wonbin
wonbin is a hit or miss, mainly a miss. whilst he can last, he cannot last long. he tries his hardest but he fails, his will power is not strong enough to deal with you being still whilst hugging his cock. it gets worse if you move at all, any sudden movement has his hands digging into your waist and his heart rate picking up. he’d be letting out shaky breaths whilst he tries to calm himself down but ultimately it fails, would end up fucking you on his cock whilst basking in the way your cunt sobs around his cock. those would be the nights where he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from completely ruining you, just needs to hear you crying out again and again about how good he makes you. if you were to cockwarm him, then he’d be a complete wreck. any form of eye contact would ruin him, if you kissed him then he’d end up whimpering into the kiss, begging quietly with little pleads for you to do something, anything. gets so sweet and thankful when you do, whimpering about how good you feel whilst you milk him with your cunt.
seunghan
seunghan actually adores cockwarming, it’s one of his favourite things to do with you. he’s quite good at separating cockwarming from sex and he often sees it as an act of comfort rather than an act of pleasure or teasing. he just thinks there’s nothing more comforting than laying with you, being able to feel each and every inch of you, inside and out. wants your bare body pressed against his, with your hands on his skin and his cock pressed deep inside of you. despite the comfort of it, he does find it incredibly endearing if you do end up getting needy from it and he’s always happy to fuck you. thrusting slowly up into you whilst keeping you pressed against him and whispering sweet things to you. he’ll want to continue cockwarming after you’ve had sex, just can’t bare to not feel you wrapped around him.
sohee
sohee is a wreck from start to finish. to him, cockwarming is a punishment he absolutely doesn’t want to receive. he likes to think he’s a well mannered, put together man but cockwarming changes all of that. he just can’t do it, the moment he sinks into your heat all he wants to do is pull out and sink back in over and over again, the idea of pushing into you and not moving bothers him deeply. he’s tried it with you before, purely out of curiosity, and he hated it. he blames you, your cunt is just far too tempting for him to be able to keep still when inside of you. it’s just so wet and warm and inviting that he needs to be able to fuck you as soon as he’s pushing into you and he just cannot stay still. his impatience is endearing in a way, especially because of how flushed and pouty he gets when you don’t move.
anton
anton actually has a lot of self restraint and will power, years of swimming taught him how to control his body and it’s incredibly useful in all situations. however, being stuffed inside your cunt and being unable to move is not one of them. cockwarming came about because you wanted to play a game to see who could go the longest without moving and anton wanted to entertain you, he also really wanted to win, he just underestimated his ability to be able to hold himself back when it comes to you. hint, he lost. he did find there to be some aspects of comfort and a lot of warmth with it, but he feeling of his cock throbbing with your walls tightly hugging him overpowered the comfort a lot and made it almost painful for him. if he’s hard to the point it hurts, then he knows he needs to fuck you and that’s how he ended up during cockwarming.
⁴⁾ “why don’t we film it?” | ¹⁷⁾ “let’s give them a real reason to be jealous.”
sungchan’s hands sat firmly on your waist as he leaned back against the headboard, your body moving against his desperately. your tits bounced each time you lifted yourself and sank back down on his cock. he felt mesmerised by you, still feeling the jealousy radiating off of your skin.
he never intended to make you jealous, he didn’t even realise the girls were flirting with him. he just thought they were being nice, he seemed to miss the hints even as their hands landed on his arms and they giggled along with whatever shitty joke he was making.
sungchan swore he would never do anything intentional to make you jealous, but if this is how you were going to treat him then he may slip up in the future. the way you rode him sent him into a daze, he could barely think straight as you eagerly took every inch of his cock. it almost felt as if you were trying to prove he didn’t need anyone else, not that sungchan wanted anyone that wasn’t you anyway.
“baby” was all he could choke out, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.
“channie” his name left you in a whimper as you called for his attention, you grabbed his phone that sat near the two of you on the bed and unlocked it. opening the camera app before switching to the video. you took one of his hands off of your waist and placed his phone in it, suddenly it was perfect that there was a mirror behind the two of you. “why don’t we film it? let me give them a real reason to be jealous” sungchan moaned as you squeezed around him, his thumb shakily pressing the record button on his screen.
“fuck i don’t want anyone else” he groaned out as you whimpered again, fingers digging into his shoulders as he wrapped his arm around your waist. his hips began to buck up into yours, your body collapsing against him as you fucked up into you. “gonna show you i don’t want anyone but you”.
Wonbin ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ mdni!! 18+
currently listening to: WE ARE MAKING OUT - YEULE, MURA MASA
word count: 2.5k
bb note: literally just wrote this bc I had the urge to kiss a man
Your fingers nervously fidget with Wonbin’s in the small space between you, too scared to look up at him. The hints you’ve been sending him all night bold and obvious, a stark contrast to the way you’re behaving right now. Your lip is pulled between your teeth, and you wish you could watch the expression on his face as you use your tongue to soothe the area you chewed on. He thinks its funny how you can never just say what it is that you want. Instead you throw him blatantly obvious gazes and touches.
Like tonight as the two of you were out with friends you insisted you get SomiSomi, then when he wasn’t looking you purposefully made sure to get the SoftServe on the corner of your mouth, turning to him with a pout to help you wipe it off. When his thumb slid over your bottom lip you puckered your lips to press a kiss to it. And from there the hints only got more extreme. Huffing when you saw the couple on screen kiss during the movie, constantly reapplying more gloss to your lips then asking Karina if you looked good, chewing on the straw of your drink until it was nothing but a shredded piece of plastic.
Of course Wonbin got the hint ages ago, but he thinks its funnier to see the ways in which you’ll make a fool of yourself just to get him to kiss you. He pretends not to get the hints, nonchalant as ever. He likes how you react to him, how when he leans in too close you freeze up in anticipation. He pressed his face close to yours earlier, he almost felt bad when you closed your eyes thinking he was gonna kiss you and instead he pulled an eyelash away from your cheek. Life would be so easy for you if you would just ask for what you want, because he would always give it to you, no hesitation. But he doesn’t mind doing this with you, he’d do it forever if you’d let him.
When you stepped through your apartment door and threw yourself on the couch he thought you might be upset, like maybe he took his private joke too far. Your baggy shirt rides up your hips a little as you stare at the ceiling. You think about just caving and asking him point blank, at a loss with how he can’t take a hint. And you would just ask if you weren’t so nervous, this aspect of your relationship still very fresh. You cover your face as you’re deep in thought, it should not be this hard to ask your boyfriend to make out with you. You feel the couch dip next to you and you sit up, pulling your hands away from your face as you flex your fingers. He hasn’t said anything since you got home, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him after your many failed attempts this evening. Instead you choose to resign yourself to just playing with his hands as you pointedly try and not make eye contact with him.
He leans forward, ducking his head down to try and get a look at your face, and you just turn it further away from him, sucking on your lip out of nervousness. You’re not trying to pout, matter of fact you’re not even mad, he just makes you so nervous. Every time you’re with him it feels like it’s hard to breathe. Even when you were just friends, he always had a certain way of making you feel like it was easiest thing in the world to love him. The air starts to feel a little charged as Wonbin gently pulls his hand away from yours. You’re about to turn to him and tell him you’re not upset when he grabs you by your waist to pull you closer to him on the couch, the action catching you off guard. Now it’s your turn to pretend like you don’t understand, playing coy as you continue to not look at him. Wonbin wants to laugh now at how the roles have reversed, you always seem to switch up when you come face to face with the consequences of your actions. A beat of silence passes and you think maybe that was it, that nothing else is going to come of this.
“y/n..”
The way he softly calls your name makes you feel like you were dropped in ice water, making you feel wide awake. His voice sweet with the way he calls it, you think your name fits perfectly in his mouth. The letters and intonations coming together to make it your name but somehow sweeter. When the initial shock wears off you bring yourself to look at him.
Your first thought is that he’s closer than you thought he was, stomach doing cartwheels as your eyes travel down his features. When your eyes reach his lips he notices how they linger there a little longer before you bring your gaze up to match his. He can’t wipe the knowing smile off his face as he speaks.
“hey”
“hi”
You want to cringe when you hear the way your voice shakes, but right now you’re too distracted, lost in the deep gaze of Wonbin’s pretty eyes. He just looks at you so fondly it makes you feel like your chest is going to crack open. An invisible string pulls the two of you closer to each other, until you might as well be on his lap. He keeps doing the glance from your eyes back down to your lips, but each time he lingers a little longer, pulls himself a little closer. The tension in the air burns your lungs with every inhale, anticipation and tenderness making your skin warm. You’ve only been with him like this a handful of times, but already you’ve come to memorize the moves he makes before he gives in. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth again, just out of habit. Wonbin brings a hand to your face, using his thumb to pull on your bottom lip to get you to stop. Your lips part at the action, quick and quiet breaths leaving you.
Instead of removing his hand, Wonbin chooses to slide it to rest at your jaw, gently caressing your face. When he leans forward, you close your eyes, remaining as still as possible. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away again. You pray that he doesn’t notice the way you try and follow him, the hand still cupping your face preventing you from doing so. A furrow finds its way on your brow, impatience beginning to overpower you. When you’re the first one to lean forward this time, Wonbin obliges, but this time all he gives you is a quick peck before he’s pulling away again. Before you can complain he’s pulling you to be seated in his lap, legs resting comfortably on either side of him. He smooths a hand up your leg, fingers brushing against the exposed skin. As your caught off guard by the sudden motion, he feels like now’s the perfect time.
You’re practically trembling by the time he finally leans in, the only thing heard being the sound of each other’s heavy breaths. It kills you because you think maybe this is another one of his jokes. Thinking that maybe this time he’s just gonna kiss the tip of your nose, or something infuriating like that. So when he’s pressing his lips to yours, it takes you a moment to fully register it. It doesn’t click until both of his hands are holding the sides of your face, deepening the kiss. When you finally realize, you practically melt against him, pouring every ounce of your yearning into returning the heat of his kisses.
Nothing about the situation is rushed, you revel in the slow press of his lips against yours, the feeling of his thumb stroking your jaw as he leans into you. The contrast of the gentle brushes of his lips that quickly turn into deeper presses sends you reeling. Your breathing speeding up when he starts to tilt his head to work into his kisses. He always knows when something is too little or too much, knows when to pull away to leave you wanting or when to kiss you so intently it overwhelms your senses.
His moves become more teasing the longer you spend like this. He pulls back occasionally to nip at your bottom lip, gently sucking on it as you try and catch your breath. When your breathing starts to even out slightly he begins pressing little kisses along your jaw. He doesn’t let you rest for too long before he’s kissing you again, hands sliding from your face to rest in the back pockets of your shorts. As he cups a handful of your ass, your breath hitches, the feeling of his hands on you making you part your lips in a silent exhale. He uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, your hands coming up to rest against his chest in an effort to give yourself some stability.
You’re starting to get greedy now, your hands trailing down his body, just touching and pressing against the muscle. You notice a change in his kisses, slowly they’re starting to feel hungrier, hands kneading against the soft flesh of your ass. When your hands reach the bottom of his shirt, you slide your cold fingers under the fabric, feeling the toned skin there. His waist is so sensitive, your nails dragging along it making him shiver below you. When you start to feel him harden beneath you it becomes harder to focus, falling out of rhythm with his kisses as your legs tighten around him.
He grabs your ass again and you unintentionally push your hips forward at the action, grinding against him. Feeling him groan into the kiss sets something off within you, rocking your hips forward again. This time he matches the action with a roll of his own hips as his hands hold you steady. The feeling of it has you pulling away from him, panting into the air as he starts to build a rhythm against you. He pulls his hands out of your pockets and rest them low on your hips instead, encouraging you to rock against him.
You risk a glance at him and when you do you see his heavy eyes, his pretty lips swollen and shiny with your combined spit. A part of you feels cocky, heat burning within you at the thought of that being the result of you. It makes you feel good enough that you initiate the next kiss, pulling him into you by his shirt collar. The kisses are sloppy and slightly uncoordinated, both of you struggling to keep up when your focus is clearly elsewhere. At one particularly good grind you gently lean your head back, staring up at the ceiling as you bask in the feeling. Wonbin follows you, leaving wet kisses on your throat as he tries to copy the movements. When you let out a whine he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.
He pushes a hand up your shirt, quickly slipping it under your bra and toying with your nipple. He rolls it between lithe fingers as he watches your reaction, addicted to the way you arch your back to press your chest further into him. It draws more sounds out of you too, your soft moans now permeating the once quiet atmosphere. As he tugs on your nipple your movement starts to become more desperate. You’re starting to become fueled by the achy feeling in your cunt, the wetness becoming uncomfortable as you try and chase the pleasure the best you can.
Wonbin’s not faring much better either, movements speeding up beneath you in an effort to make the two of you feel good, practically trying to fuck you through your clothes. When it’s just not enough, he flips your position on the couch, strong arms laying you beneath him as he settles between your legs. He kisses you again briefly as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you. When he resumes grinding against you the angle makes your brain go numb from the pleasure. Something about doing everything with clothes on makes this feel so much filthier. Especially when Wonbin is pushing your shirt up your chest and your bra along with it, your bare chest pressed against his clothed one as he grabs hold of your hips.
At this angle you’re not gonna last very long, and he can tell. He sees it in the way you can’t stop tipping your head back, your moans turning into whimpers. The thought of making you cum in your pants drives him crazy. He presses a hand by your head to steady himself, grinding as deeply as he can as he bites at your jaw and neck.
“feels.. good..”
The way your voice comes out sounds so broken. If it were another time Wonbin would tease you for it, but in this moment all he can do is gasp against your skin as he nears his high. He tucks his head into the crevice of your neck as you hold him close, hands tangling in his hair. His movements start to grow uncoordinated, you doing your best to try and meet him with your own. You’re almost there when he sinks his teeth into the right side of your neck, shuddering as he lets out a groan. He fucks his hips against yours as he cums, trying to sink deeper into you despite the fabric barrier. His hips become twitchy the longer he goes, stuttering against you as you pull at his hair.
The stimulation is starting to be too much for him, making him whine with each push of his hips but he needs to get you there. He needs to feel you cum against him, despite all the clothes the two of you have on. When he feels you finally tense up beneath him he doesn’t stop, rolling his hips as deeply as he can as you shake beneath him. You bring his face up from the crook of your neck, lips desperately trying to find his and when they do, the kiss tastes sweeter than any of the previous ones you’ve shared tonight. You can barely kiss back but you do the best you can, desperate to have him in every aspect.
When you finally stop shaking he collapses on top of you, breathing in steady breaths to get yourself to calm down, your orgasm making your mind feel hazy. His lips find the exposed skin of your neck, leaving small gentle kisses as you play with his hair. He presses his cheek against you, eyes closing as he decides to speak up, teasing laced in his tone.
“You could just ask for a kiss next time you know.”
summary : little innocent, top student, you, suddenly gets partnered up with the one athlete everyone at your school is obsessed with, for a homework project that turns into much more
genre : mdni !! smut, fluff, some angsty thoughts (occasionally, for the plot) athlete!sunwoo x afab!reader, school!au, pwp (a little), inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers
tws : explicit sexual content, language, pet names, body worship, praise, dirty talk (but like nice), dom!sunwoo, slight orgasm denial, slight edging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (reader), almost dumbification (reader goes non-verbal for most of it), slight overstimulation, spitting in mouth (once), oral (reader), biting (once)
author notes : did i get carried tf away? maybe (yes)
word count : 5k
the harsh ultra-violet rays warmed your skin, sending a gentle goosebump-ridden pattern over it. you looked out ahead, watching as the soccer team practiced hard—almost daily now (only taking a break on wednesdays). a breeze passed through the air, weaving its way all around your body, which was wearing the school’s uniform loosely. you sighed, looking up to the wave of lustrously-green trees against the clear-blue sky.
your body was relaxed, leaning ever-so-slightly back against the bleacher behind you. your hand came up when a particularly bright ray shined through the dark leaves of late spring and you blocked it. then, just as you were about to let it fall back down, your attention caught on one particular member of the team, when a shout of victory wafted into your ears: kim sunwoo.
he was the main character of your daydreams, racing heartbeats, and physical ache. you knew it was stupid to be caught in his grasp, like the rest of the school was. you knew you weren’t special in the way you’d look at him longingly—so desperate for any kind of appraisal from the athlete.
however, unlike the rest of the female (and male) population, you were contemptuous with your delusion over him. even if it was an unrequited love, you were closer with yourself—and schooling—in its result. your parents definitely weren’t complaining with your top-student status and class president tasks.
it seemed like a win-win, but still, you sometimes caught yourself wishing for more in the loneliness of the night; when your mind was the best at focusing on things it shouldn’t. you’d imagine things you’d rather keep in the depths of your archives. secrets you were prepared to take to the grave: everyone loved sunwoo, but no one knew you did as well.
the prejudice was that you were too caught up in said studies to even look up, especially not in his direction. you had only a couple of friends, ones you truly trusted with your life, and even they had no clue about your feelings for the soccer player.
you watched his celebration, a fist pumped into the air and a bright smile that caused a blush to litter your cheeks. In moments like these, you were glad he really had no idea you existed when you weren't standing right in front of him. he high-fived the team members, walking over to the sidelines and throwing a small towel over his shoulder.
it was honestly a little pathetic the way you couldn't peel your eyes from the way his muscles strained against the spandex of the shirt, or the way the sweat would roll down his perfectly sun-kissed skin. the softness of the genuine smile that pressed against his mouth and up into his eyes, the ones that flirted so effortlessly with his slow and cool mannerisms.
genuinely, when he looked so good, it made it hard for you to not drift off into another fantasy where he’d walk up to you and sweep you off your feet like a prince in a fairytale—and, he always looked this good.
you huffed out a breath, one you weren’t even sure if you were holding or not, and crossed your legs over one-another. you narrowed your eyes (in some weird attempt to zoom in), swearing you could see the man of your dreams—and reality—walking in your direction.
He flashed a devilish smile, you weren’t convinced was meant for you, breaking from the teammates he’d been walking with. his eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought you were asleep—or dead.
frankly, you think this scenario would suit a chuckle from the athlete who watched your eyes go wide as he further approached.
he took a long drink from the bottle in his hand, holding said eye contact as he lightly swallowed. you mimicked him with a dry throat, admiring how his adamsapple bobbed with each gulp.
he straddled the bench, setting his things between his open thighs. “y/n?” he asked as he raked a hand through his sweaty hair. you couldn’t look away, like a must-watch thriller that you’d spent your hard earned money on. you could feel the way your heart rattled your ribcage, just aching to escape and feel his against it.
an audible hum left your lips in reply. you could feel the heat that radiated your features and spread throughout your body. and, you knew, despite opposition, that he could see its pink shade.
the one-sided tension was suffocating. you shifted uncomfortably—or maybe in some desperate attempt to ease the ache—and clasped your hands together. then, once again, he smiled at you. your heart didn’t know whether to shatter or melt in the presence, which you’ve only been able to see up close a couple of times.
“your place or mine?”
you wouldn’t have believed the way your eyes could grow three-sizes larger than they already had previously.
“w-what?” you choked out.
he chuckled at your flustered state. “ms. park posted the partners for the group-projects.” he stated matter-of-factly. “and, guess what class president?” you all but asked what; gulping loudly, tensing your legs together, as well as your fingers and lips. “we’re partnered.”
you wanted to play it cool, but the excitement at the revelation was fast-approaching. you’d never had the opportunity to see him outside of school—and granted, it was still over school-work but, a win was still a win in your book.
“o-oh!” you ragged out along with a shaky breath. “right, i was waiting until after practice to ask you about it.”
you lied.
you had no idea that the groups were announced. you just spent your free-time on this bench pretending to do work often enough that it seemed reliable.
his eyebrows rose, like he could see right through your antics. it was honestly a little intimidating; or maybe that’s not exactly the right word to describe the feeling hot-spotted in you.
he glanced back at the field momentarily, watching the rest of his teammates leave the outlined grass. “whatever you say, class president, but i knew exactly where to find you… except on wednesdays.” the undertone was something you couldn’t read, just out of your depth, but still plunged you further into curiosity. “we’ll go to my place then, and i’ll shower while you get started. how’s that sound? practice is done anyways.”
you wanted to protest his offer, but there was something intoxicating about seeing his room and smelling the cologne that lingered in the air. the shampoo and body wash that would waft out to you. you’d dreamt about it, and simply, you wanted to see if it was anything like the picture you painted in your head.
“i can just meet you later—you can shower in peace.” you started to pull the phone from the bag at your side, opening it, and holding it in his direction. “maybe, in like two hours?”
he took hold of the machinery. “what’s the fun in that? you could’ve joined me if you got too bored.”
you laughed painfully, shifting once again at the heat between your thighs. you wanted to accept the offer more than anything, however you know you shouldn’t.
but, what was the fun in that?
“a shame.” he chuckled lightly, holding the phone back out to you after inputting his number and texting himself the address. “i’ll see you then, y/n.”
it was the exact house number you were now staring at, eyes shifting between the text on your screen and the apartment door. it had been a little over two-hours, you having to hype yourself up before you left. and you had decided to relax by taking a bath as well, getting a little carried away with your imagination—which ultimately caused you to be late as well—but, you didn’t think delinquent-athlete, sunwoo, would care all too much.
“you could’ve knocked,” you hadn’t realized the door was now open, revealing the dimly lit (because the curtains were closed and it was approaching 6pm) living space. “or called.”
“s-sorry. i wasn’t sure if this was the right place.” you watched as he moved aside, creating just enough room for you to brush past him, giving you an oh-so desired smell of his cologne.
you cursed yourself for getting so worked up over the little things he’d do, but now you were finding it hard to believe that that wasn’t his intention. he kept you coming back for more, and you were always eager.
“do you want any water?” he asked, watching your frame stand awkwardly in his living room. “my rooms over there, i have a couple of things for you.”
you choked again. “f-for me?”
he laughed. “to use on the poster, y/n.” and he mumbled something after that you weren’t able to catch.
your head panned as he walked to the kitchen, ears listening to the light rattle of glass cups and running water. you plastered your hands to one another politely, scanning over the couple pictures sunwoo did have laying about; his apartment only had the necessities. the few pictures were ones of a younger girl, who you assumed to be his little sister—who he obviously loved enough to display. but you thought there must’ve been more to them, to him, and deep down you knew you’d like to find out one day; to comfort him in his time of need. to be his.
sunwoo came back, two glasses in his hands as he motioned for the closed door on your left. “you can open it, i’ve got nothing to hide from you.”
you don’t know why those words made you blush, maybe it’s because they’re from him, and anything from the athlete is enough to send you reeling.
your hand trembled as it reached to the knob. “oh, okay.” you said, trying to block it with your body. “i was thinking we could start with reading the book a little bit more, to familiarize ourselves with the data before making the final draft. that’s if you don’t mind?”
the door swung against its hinges, making the site of a dark, but minimalistic room meet your view. you took in the smell of cologne, but it didn’t seem to be overpowering like he had just sprayed it around carelessly. his bed was neatly made, black sheets and black pillows placed meticulously: as if a house keeper had been around to do it for him.
he placed the glasses against the wood of his nightstand, a charger and lamp being the only other decor on it.
he pressed the lamp and illuminated the room just a little more. “not confident, class president?”
“that’s not it,” you blurted out, his brows knit and arms crossed as he awaited your explanation. you could barely look in his direction, biting your tongue to not say: i just get flustered enough to forget around you.
“i, uh, it’s just that… nevermind. let’s begin!”
he huffed out another laugh, his actions too fast for you to process as his hands met your shoulders, pushing you to sit on his bed.
your eyes seemed to be in a perpetually widened state, but you found it telling that you put up no protest. the bag on your back made it into your lap, and you unzipped it, taking out multiple pens, markers and whatnot to make a decent poster. sunwoo had grabbed a paper, putting it on the floor and holding out his book for you to take. your hands brushed as you accepted it, and it sent a shiver up your spine.
you began to lay a couple of your class-taken notes onto his bedding, and sunwoo made his way around to the other side. he plopped down onto his stomach, making you bounce slightly.
“you know, class prez, people think you’re scary. you’re always studying, you barely look up, and when you do it’s to tell people off because they’re interrupting said studying.” you tried to read over the notes, but found it hard to ignore the harmonies within his voice. and that your leisure-clothes were getting too warm around your skin. “but they don’t know you, i guess. you’re smart but i bet you know how to have, at least, a little fun, don’t you? and, it’s no secret the school thinks your looks are top-tear. it’s just a shame you reject everyone that asks you out. it’s a waste of your time, i presume. anyways, that’s enough. let’s get started, shall we?”
“w-why?” you asked in such a hushed breath that sunwoo barely heard it. and if he lived with anyone else, or if a car or plane went by at the perfect time, he wouldn’t have. “why is that a shame?”
“because you are beautiful, y/n.”
fuck your clothes, your skin was getting too hot against you. your breath was labored, and now the words on the paper were congregating. you couldn’t focus with sunwoo next to you, and that’s exactly what you feared.
why’d you have to ask? curiosity did kill the cat.
the way you shifted didn’t go unnoticed by the athlete and he let out a chuckle that should just be his signature at this point.
he sat up now, burning his eyes into the side of your head. “what’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, but you refused to look away from the notes, even if you couldn’t get your mind to read them. “has no one ever called you that before?”
you bit your lip, thumbs ripping at the skin around the nail. truthfully, yes, one person has called you that, but it didn’t feel the same as when he did it. sunwoo made your heart beat out of your chest, breath leave your lungs so fast it made you lightheaded. he made you weak in the knees, like you were just jelly to begin with, melting in the sun.
you felt a soft hand reach across you, taking the farthest cheek within his palm and focusing your vision towards himself.
his skin felt like fire against you, but even this smallest touch made you crave more, made you need him in a more than innocent way. and, you were starting to believe his intentions were exactly the same as yours.
your eyes finally focused at the feeling on his hand sliding to rest against the side of your neck, as if he was caressing it, running his thumb over your windpipe gently.
you’d never seen sunwoo so close to your face, but you had imagined it, and it was nothing in comparison. he was beyond beautiful, a sight to see: tan skin untainted by pores and blemishes, soft features like his lips that contradicted, but complimented shaper ones such as his eyes and nose. he was the perfect harmony in your opinion, the perfect—
“god, y/n. i must be crazy.” he broke you from your admiration, breath hitting your lips. “would you treat me any different from the guys who have asked you out in the past?”
god, yes.
your stomach was beyond knots now, the whole damn zoo being let loose. your hands were gripping the sheets at the anticipation that seemed to be agonizing enough to kill you where you sat. in reality, sunwoo wasn’t even doing anything, but he had you at his fingertips, and you weren’t convinced you couldn’t pass out right now.
“fuck, maybe i am crazy…” his eyes flicked to your lips momentarily. “do you want this? i know i’d be interrupting your studying, class president.”
and you don’t know where your confidence came from, but the way you closed the gap was desperate. however, sunwoo put up no protest, and quickly gained control over the situation.
his other palm pulled you by your cheek to deepen the kiss. well, that was until he had enough of the angle you were sat at and gripped your thigh to fully get you onto his bed.
he was a good kisser, a great one in fact, and it made you crave his lips in other places to experience the full effect.
now he was pushing your body by your lower back, trying to get you as close to him a possible, and as if you could read minds, you threw your leg over him to straddle his lap.
he broke the kiss. “good girl.” he said before reconnecting with the skin on your neck, and smiling against it when he heard you whine quietly. you could feel him growing hard underneath you, and wondered if he’d take this all the way, wondered if he wanted you like that. “you do want this, don’t you?”
inside your head you couldn’t help thinking that maybe you weren’t desirable, maybe he was only doing this to prove a point: that the whole school was within his grasp. maybe it was to brag tomorrow, as locker room chatter before soccer practice, because why would sunwoo like you outside of your delusions?
his arms caged you against him, stoping all minor movements and actions. he looked into your eyes, and for a moment it’s like the world had ceased. the only thing you could hear was the thumping within your own chest and the echoes of your doubts.
“do you want me, sunwoo?”
he kissed your lips gently—almost lovingly—before stating. “more than anything right now.”
and you wanted to ask if it was only right now that he wanted you, but you couldn’t will that to leave your lips, as his eyes locked onto your own, mixing like watercolor.
you’d wanted him to want you for a long time, so you hoped it wasn’t only now that he felt the same.
“are you okay?”
your palms now laid against his cheeks, biting your bottom lip, half-nervously and half from feeling his hands curve where the seams of your thighs met the underside of your ass. you pulled him quickly back to you, breaking away only to mumble a quiet yes before being fully taken over by your lust.
he flipped you over quickly, and you found comfort between his soft pillows and blanket. he pushed your thighs apart, slotting himself in between to attach back on your already swollen lips.
his voice came out in a hushed tone, only for you. “class prez, has anyone had you like this? have they seen how perfect you look with messy hair and puffy lips? i bet you’d look so cute crying, wouldn’t you?” you whimpered at the words—the thought—you wanted him to think you were cute, attractive in any way, it was human nature after all; and everything about this was primal. “how far do you want me to go?”
your voice was once again barely audible over your own heartbeat. “whatever you want.”
“yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
you were beginning—ignoring all previous warnings—to feel overwhelmed, his tongue sending you into overdrive. you didn’t know what to do as you felt him ghost his lips on your collar bone, then down over your chest, eventually landing at your stomach. he pushed the fabric up, latching down onto your hip bone, which had you shifting to get any sort of friction on your core.
all his minuscule teasing was actually beginning to feel painful, but he got the hint. you knew he would.
sunwoo grabbed at the waistband on your pants, looking up to you for reassurance, but you just lifted your hips to make it easier for him. he chuckled, pulling both of the fabrics blocking you from him down.
you heard him mumble something along the lines of pretty as he placed open-mouth kisses against your inner thighs.
one thing about sunwoo is that he left you no room to feel self-conscious or embarrassed. he knew how to love you right, (you didn’t want to know why that was) and was determined to show you that.
you might not have believed this was something more than locker-room chatter, but now…
you moaned when he finally attached to your aching clit, sucking gently before alternating between kissing and licking at your slit. your hand covered your mouth out of embarrassment at the sounds that you couldn’t stop from making. truthfully, the last (and only) guy you were with didn’t even make you finish, so you didn’t have to worry about being too loud—or god forbid, annoying.
but, sunwoo hated that you weren’t letting him hear how good he was doing. he wanted the praise just at much as you did, nonetheless he let you continue. he’d let you until you were completely at his mercy, malleable under his touch. he’d let you because that made you comfortable.
and, to be honest, it still fueled his ego.
“c-close,” you managed to mumble through your fingers, eyes squeezed shut and head lulled back. “woo, please?”
and that fact that you had asked him almost made him cum untouched. so, you were his? he thought to himself, before he groaned into your pussy at the feeling of your fingers attaching to his hair, only adding to your pleasure.
the hands squeezing your plush thighs pulled you closer to his face, close enough to suffocate, but he’d die a happy man.
he continued to eat you out like a starved man, only bedrudgingly pulling away right before you had the chance to properly orgasm.
“w-wait!” you tried to push him back, frantically searching for the edge you were just about to topple off. “w-wh—sunwoo, fuck, d-don’t stop. please.”
tears were pricking your eyes out of frustration—the whole thing being so emotionally and vulnerably charged, you weren’t sure you could hold them back. then, shivers were sent throughout your shaking body as he soothed over your sides and stomach with his hands, lips back to their spot on your thighs.
he propped himself up, staring down at the godly figure he never truly thought you’d let him see. and after a minute, you got embarrassed at the strong gaze on your glistening core; your knees coming together.
his fingers slotted between them, pulling your legs apart. “don’t hide from me, baby. you’re so beautiful—god, all for me, right?”
you whined, quickly sitting up and reaching out for anything he’d give you.
sunwoo kissed your lips again, keeping you at his level with a hand on the small of your back and one gripping the hem of your shirt. you were dizzy from the taste of yourself on him, sunwoo only breaking apart to get the fabric up, and fully over your head. he took off your bra and suddenly the realization that you were fully naked in front of the prized soccer captain, while he was fully clothed, sunk in.
you whined again, too drunk off him to formulate anything coherent. he laughed at how desperately you were pawing at his sweats. “what’s wrong?”
you looked up at him. “fuck me?” and if your eyes weren’t the definition of puppy-dog, he didn’t know what was.
he smiled, grabbing your wrist. “patience, baby. i’ll give you what you want.”
you fell back again, opting to obey him because you were honestly too far gone to come up with anything else to do.
and he did, taking off his sweats, along with the rest of his clothes and pressing his body to yours. his lips were connected back to you and you clawed at his shoulders—anything to ground yourself—while his held your torso down firmly.
he looked between your bodies as he lined himself with your entrance. your head was thrown back, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the middle of your neck before mumbling. “you are pretty when you cry, y/n.” and pushing in slowly.
the stretch only burned for a minute until you moaned almost embarrassingly loud with each shallow thrust. a hand instinctively come up to hide them away. but, that only lasted so long until sunwoo intertwined his fingers with yours, pushing them into the bed on either side of your head.
“don’t hide them, baby,” he sighed against your lips. “please.”
and, whether you wanted to or not, you didn’t have a choice. the noises fell freely from your lips into his shoulder, as he sucked and nipped at your neck again.
“i-is it good?” you could barely hear him, your ears ringing with pleasure; was it good? is he stupid?
you choked on a chuckle, feeling him angle himself just perfectly inside you to brush against your g-spot. “holy fuck,”
“right there, baby?” he did it again, taking notes and storing them away in the back of his mind. your head lulled back again, and he watched your face contort, mouth falling open. “does it feel good?” you couldn’t reply, his thrusts only getting harder after that.
you could feel the band in your stomach tightening, and you feared you wouldn’t even be able to tell him you were getting so close, so fast—too fast.
but, somewhere deep-down, he already knew.
“fuck, you feel so good, y/n.” he sighed, lips ghosting over yours. “i must be the luckiest man in the world, right?” it was rhetorical, but even if you felt the need to answer, all that was coming out of your mouth was moans, groans, and mewls. “perfect body—fuck—perfect personality, perfect pussy, perfect fucking mouth,” he grabbed your chin, your free hand now going to clutch into the skin on his arm. his eyes met your tear-filled, and blurry ones. “open your mouth,”
there was a fire within you when you did as he said, mouth falling open. he spat on your tongue, and you didn’t know whether you came right then or just flat-out died.
“swallow it,” he said—no, demanded—almost making it an impossible task by putting his fingers into your mouth, pushing them to the back of your throat, and making you gag around him. he felt you clench harder at the act. “gonna fuck this throat one day, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
you would.
but, he was spewing heated words into a brick wall. “you’re mine, right?” he asked, taking his saliva-covered fingers from your mouth and bringing them between your bodies.
the moment his fingers landed on your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the hand that was still intertwined with his was losing circulation from how hard your were gripping it, and the other was scratching his perfect skin hard enough to bleed.
no one had ever made you feel so cold, yet so fucking warm at the same time. nothing you've ever experienced has been as intense and kim sunwoo; the delinquent soccer player. you feared no one could ever make you feel like this again.
so, of course you were his.
“look at me, y/n.” he whispered, kissing along your jaw gently—in contrast to the heavy and hard thrusts he kept at a steady rhythm. “c’mon, y/n, be a good girl. please.”
you felt the impending desire to now, head leveling. his forehead then came to rest against it, fighting off your urge to let it roll back again.
he pecked your lips between sentences. “mine, right?” god, he kept asking an obvious question. “be mine, okay? cum for me,” he circled your clit faster, determined to make you finish one last time. “i got you.”
his voice alone was enough to make you topple over the edge, your noises raising a couple octaves. your vision went white, body convulsing under sunwoo, who kept his eyes on your face the entire time; in awe of you. he fucked you through it of course, mumbling praises, before the overwhelming feeling of fire bloomed between you two; disguised by overstimulation.
you mewled. “woo, p-please stop.” he kissed you quiet, slowing down. but, you didn’t actually want him to stop. “h-hurts… just a little,”
his hand intertwined with yours again. “being such a good girl—taking it so well. just a little more, okay? i promise,” he sighed, feeling the way your walls clenched him in, barely letting him pull out, only causing him to thrust harder. “almost there, y/n, where do you want it?”
your legs caged him against you. “fill me up, please.” and you weren’t above begging for it, especially not in a state of post-euphoria. “cum in me.”
he threw his head back momentarily, fighting off a strong urge to start a second round. how in gods name did he get so lucky? he thought to himself, bringing his forehead back to yours.
he locked eyes onto you. “yeah?” you nodded slightly, eyes full of tears you didn’t know if you’d shed. “gonna be so good and take it all?”
you moaned when he started grinding against you, your clit being stimulated by his pubic-bone.
“could fuck you forever.” he admitted. “do you want me to?”
you spewed out a quiet yes, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being serious—maybe he was. you were too far gone to even begin guessing.
he kissed you again, desperately fighting your tongue with his. he continued to kiss down your jaw and into your neck, leaving glistening marks in his wake. he sucked on your collarbone, finding a sweet-spot you didn’t even know you had, and biting down for a second. your mouth fell open in a silent scream, an orgasm you didn’t even know was there, washing over you.
sunwoo just kept forcing you to learn about yourself—you guess, it’s a good thing you’ve always been known for studying, isn’t it?
your intense orgasm triggered his, a soft groan leaving his lips as uneven thrusts made sure you both were fully satisfied.
you felt fuzzy, brain completely melted under his touch. your heavy breathing mixed with his, his body fully collapsing from exhaustion. however, his weight wasn’t enough to suffocate you, so you let him stay where he was, breaking your hand from his and threading it into his damp hair.
the silence was loud—heartbeats intertwined—as you both came down, the reality about to set in.
would he push you away after this? did he even mea—
“i meant it, by the way.” your eyebrows creased. you weren’t even sure if you had imagined that. and, if you didn’t feel the rumbling of his chest on yours as he spoke, you might’ve believed it was only in your head. “be mine, okay?”
little did he know, you already were.
you whispered out a reply. “okay.”
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thinking about pegging anton …(controversial mayhaps but…)
to see such a strong, tall boy absolutely crumble underneath you is so…yeah. he might physically be big, but he’s such a sweet, pathetic (affectionate) mess when it comes to you making him feel good. he’s always horny for you and he loves when you make him climax, it doesn’t matter how, just as long as he gets there.
he loves to be stood near the edge of the bed with you rutting into him from behind, wearing a strap-on that carries a length similar to his own. it sends him into pure bliss to feel what you do when his cock is stuffed inside your pussy.
poor baby is such a whiny mess, though :( his face is buried into the mattress to muffle his high-pitched, lewd moans while his hands claw at the covers for some sort of stability.
“mmph, p—ple-”, he just barely manages to gasp out.
“what was that, baby?” you tease as one of your hands slide over his back and around his chest to toy with his nipple.
“ah! f-fuck”, he moans another desperate, whiny sound. you tug at his swollen bud and he arches his back at the pleasure.
“my pretty boy wants to cum? hm? is that it?” you ask him tenderly, a stark contrast to your rough pace as you fuck him.
“y-yes, baby. so bad” he manages to squeak out between gasps. it’s all too much for him. he’s sweaty and his legs feel weak and he’s sure if you slam into him one more time he’s gonna cum, and hard.
content with his answer, you decide to give him what he wants. you slow your pace just a bit, one hand still giving attention to his nipple, pinching and pulling at it. you let one finger swirl around it while your other hand reaches around his waist to tend to his neglected cock.
you drag your fingers over his tip lightly, lingering on the slit to feels his pre cum drip out of it. anton shivers at the sensation while mumbling more nonsense.
“b-baby, please” he begs, sniffling into the covers.
quickly, you wrap your hand around his length. you barely fit around it, your fingers not meeting each other at the base. “gonna cum for me so good, aren’t you, ‘ton? all over my fingers, right?”
he simply lifts his head as high as he can to nod stupidly, his knuckles turning white from how hard he grips the covers.
you go back to fucking him with the strap-on fast and hard while your hands play with his sensitive bud and fist his cock simultaneously. his body moves up and down on the bed limply with each thrust of yours.
you pump his cock a few more times before squeezing it and sliding your hand up his shaft quickly to massage his tip with your thumb. you slam into him one last time and he’s sent over the edge.
a string of curses and loud moans leave antons mouth as his cum shoots out onto your hand. it’s thick and warm and coats your fingers so nicely, you can’t help but moan at the feeling.
“oh, baby. you did so good” you coo while rubbing a hand up and down his sweaty back. you carefully squeeze and pull his cock a few more times to drain him of every last drop of cum. his legs are trembling, barely able to keep him upright as he heaves into the bed. he lifts his head to look back at your sweet face.
gently, you pull out of him. slowly, he climbs on the bed as far as he can before turning on his back and starting dumbly at the ceiling. you crawl on top of him to look him in his pretty, glossed-over eyes and flushed cheeks.
“you look so pretty like this, baby. open wide for me, ‘ton” and he obeys, carefully opening his mouth wide. you shove your cum-coated fingers inside and he immediately begins to suck them, whimpering into them softly as he tastes himself on you.
you let him lick up the mess while you stroke his hair and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “love you so much, baby” and all he can do in his exhausted, euphoric state is nod his head and smile softly against your digits.
