Jul 23, 2021
Kyungho dancing to "A.D.T.O.Y.", my heart can't handle this 😍🥰🤩😘💋💝💕💞💓💗
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Kyungho dancing to "A.D.T.O.Y.", my heart can't handle this 😍🥰🤩😘💋💝💕💞💓💗
2PM(투피엠) - 하.니.뿐.(A.D.T.O.Y.) (4K) | 2PM COMEBACK SHOW 'MUST' | Mnet 210...
what a great remember with this newer stage performance here, on one of their most known songs ever, so have a look on the hottest men/not boys, in Kpop !!!!!!!!!!
all day I think about you
Y is for Yesterday
A . D . T . O . Y Series
- Day 5 -
Category: Fluff | Smut Word Count: 1,352 Group/Member: 2PM | Taecyeon
The tepid water from the rainfall showerhead felt great against your tender skin. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been intimate with your husband, but it was evident that he had needed to release some tension. Examining your body, you could see the subtle maroon hue appearing beneath the skin on each of your forearms, and you were sure that your neck was laden with hickeys. If the bruises weren’t enough, the ache emanating from your lady parts made you whimper when the water pressure from the handheld head hit it. This was a sign of punishment for allowing yourself to become too immersed in work, you thought.
Before getting ready to clean up the mess from last night’s romantic dinner, you towel-dried your hair and slipped on his shirt – it always smelled like him, and you often fantasized about when he used to ruin you after seeing you in it. Those were the early days of your marriage – between your careers, it was lucky if the two of you even saw each other, let alone have sex. As you headed downstairs, the sound of broken porcelain on your brand new tiled floor alerted you, so you darted to the kitchen as quickly as your legs would take you.
There was your husband, Taecyeon, picking up the shattered pieces of the serving dish and sweeping the remaining bits. You stifled a laugh, and upon seeing your amused expression, he grew bashful – it was sweet that he was trying to clean, even if he wasn’t the most graceful man in the kitchen.
“Well, there goes my surprise,” he shrugged, looking sweetly at you from the fridge. Taecyeon had removed the plates from last night and replaced them with a beautiful fruit display. Grapes, strawberries, and raspberries decorated the island, and upon further examination, you noticed a small ramekin of honey.
“I thought you had to work today?” you coyly mused, tapping the tip of your toes on the hardwood floor and playfully crossing your arms. Taecyeon reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of white wine, pouring two glasses and hinting at you to sit down.
“I took the day off,” he casually replied, watching you closely as you sat across from him.
“Oh? Is that so?” you continued with your candor, slipping a raspberry beyond your lips and chewing it slowly, eyeing him in skepticism. You adjusted in your seat and fought the wince from the discomfort of your soreness – if Taecyeon was taking the day off, it only meant he hadn’t finished what he’d started yesterday, which only meant rougher sex today. That was something you were capable of handling when the two of you had sex several times a week, but going months on a dry spell…you didn’t think you’d be able to manage two times in less than a twenty-four hour period.
“I wanted to do something special for you,” he honestly confessed, giving you a genuine smile. “We’re always so busy, and every time we part, I begin to miss you the moment you’re gone.”
“I feel the same way, Taec,” you candidly replied, “I want us to go back to how we used to be, when we made each other a priority.” You grabbed a strawberry and lovingly fed him, smiling in earnest. He noticed the marks he’d left from the night prior, and his expression changed.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go that hard last night,” he worriedly said, reaching across the spread to trace the bruises lining your neck with his fingertips. His warm touch reanimated your lust for him; despite being overly sore, you wanted to go for round two.
“Maybe you can make it up to me?” you slyly suggested, swiveling on your barstool and twitching your eyebrow at him. Taecyeon had been resting his chin on his hand, which was propped up by his elbow. Retracting the hand that reached to you, his expression turned wily as he caught your drift. You placed your index finger into the honey and reached it up to his lips. His tongue cascaded over your finger and his lips closed on it, letting his tongue tease you, as he tasted the sweet nectar.
After removing your touch from his mischievous lips, you cleverly grabbed another raspberry and put it into your mouth, grabbing your glass of wine and heading to the window. The morning sun lit up the alabaster kitchen so well, and the contrast of Taecyeon’s dark hair and tanned skin made you bite your lip in anticipation. Following your lead, he walked up behind you at the window, turning you around to face him. He grabbed your glass and set it back on the island and began unbuttoning his shirt that adorned your torso.
“I’ll be gentle,” he cooed, delivering soft pecks of his lips against your bare flesh. After unbuttoning your last button, he helped you up onto the counter, leaving his hands on your backside. Your lips found his, and you teased your tongue along the entrance to his mouth before the two of you amplified the passion.
In a heated embrace, Taecyeon reached behind himself to grab the ramekin of honey. He pulled his face away and smirked, turning it on its side to drizzle the honey down your torso. Biting his lip, he began kissing you along your clavicles and licking the honey as he traipsed downward. His smooth tongue glided along your skin, giving you goose bumps.
When he’d cleaned your torso of any sticky residue, he smiled up at you before travelling south, where he kissed the cotton fabric of your panties. Shuddering at his placement, you tried to still your breath to control your vehemence. Taecyeon sent a firm swipe of his tongue along your folds through the material, maintaining eye contact with you to gauge your arousal. Nibbling on the sodden undergarments, he pulled at them with his teeth while his fingers laced with the waistband. They snapped back to your center and Taecyeon lifted your bottom to remove them from your bodice. Chucking them over his shoulder, he pressed your thighs as far apart as he could and dove face first into your sex.
Taecyeon lapped at your juices like the good boy he was, allowing his tongue to penetrate your sensitive center. He sucked on your folds and trailed his tongue along the hood of your clit, avoiding it to amp up the tension. You moaned his name at his avoidance, and while he smiled into your pussy, he began humming as he started to make out with your clit. He sneaked a hand up to one of your breasts, where he gently massaged while watching you.
Rolling your hips into his face, Taecyeon let you use him for pleasure while he kept up his machinations. You grabbed onto his thick locks and pushed him further into your heat, feeling your climax on a rapid approach. Taecyeon lifted you from the counter onto his shoulders, his face still deep in you. His strong arms held onto you while he ravenously ate your dribbling center; you came not a minute afterwards. You dug your nails deep into his shoulders, screaming profanities as he continued to nibble and suck while you rode out your orgasm.
As you started to come down, body still twitching uncontrollably, Taecyeon laid you down on the cool countertop again, hovering over you. He smiled at your post-orgasmic bliss, grabbing you another raspberry and feeding you kindly. After a few moments of catching your breath, you sat up and turned to him; he looked at you with an eyebrow raised as he took a gulp of the wine.
“Nice of you to apologize,” you sarcastically jested, softly punching him in the arm. He choked back his beverage, trying not to laugh.
“Oh what, you think I wasn’t genuine?” he cleverly countered, cocking his head back and raising his eyebrows.
“Well, I think we both know you prefer when I call you ‘daddy’,” you shrewdly remarked, testing his patience.
“Oh Kitten, do you want a repeat of yesterday?”
T is for Theater
A . D . T . O . Y Series
- Day 3 -
Category: Smut Word Count: 1,195 Group/Member: 2PM | Junho
It was finally happening – you were on a date with Junho. You’d been friends with him for so long, but since it had never amounted to anything, you started wondering if he’d believed if you’d friendzoned him or not. Far too nervous to confess your feelings, whenever he’d ask you to go out, it was usually with several other members of 2PM. Of course you didn’t mind, since you still got to spend time with him, but with the incessant flirting and texts, the thought of why they hadn’t been solo excursions began popping into your mind time and time again.
His sparkling eyes were fixed on the stage, watching the actors play their parts. You were sure he was studying the lead actor’s technique; from his subtle nuances to the over embellished way he’d recite the monologue. Junho’s arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and you worried if it was because you had accidentally placed your hand in his – you had pulled it away immediately after realizing it wasn’t the hand rest, but his body language changed in response to that moment. When the final curtain fell and audience stood for applause, Junho motioned for the two of you to sit back down while the crowd funneled out of the theater.
“Let’s wait a little bit so we don’t have to be body-to-body with everyone,” he proposed, turning around to see the lines of people waiting patiently for their turn to exit. As he turned back to face the front, he smiled at you with that same flirtatious smile he’d traditionally give before tousling the hair atop your head. Before you could stop to think that this smile would result in the same effect, Junho grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours.
You couldn’t hide the surprise painted on your face nor the stars in your eyes. Luckily, Junho was paying more attention to the people exiting downstage left. It wasn’t until you acted on impulse and grazed your thumb along his soft skin that he turned to you with a matching look of astonishment. Bashfully smiling and looking away, both your heartbeats started racing at the miniscule movement.
The nervous tension didn’t die down once you were leaving the theater – rather, it grew tenfold the closer you got to the car. It felt like you were in high school all over again; the butterflies inside your stomach were gnawing at your insides, making your stomach turn in anguish. His silence equaled yours, and you wondered if he was just as nervous.
Junho casually strolled up to the door to the backseat and opened it, making the classic arm gesture for you to enter. As you slid into the backseat, he hovered over the car door, analyzing the parking lot to assure no one was around. He sat down in the seat next to you and closed the door – the tension was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife.
“Are you nervous?” Junho quietly asked, his fingertips grazing your thighs. You all but lurched at his touch – nervous was a far cry from an understatement. Not two hours ago you’d thought that by touching his hand you had made an improper judgment on his feelings, when it turned out you’d been in the right mindset all along.
“Please don’t be…I like you,” he crooned as he leaned in to your ear, hand tracing down your back. The hand that had grazed your thigh was now firmly planted there, slowly making its way to the bottom of your dress.
“Why haven’t we done this before? Why did you pull your hand away earlier tonight?” you brashly queued, hoping to distract yourself from his wandering appendages.
“Do you know how beautiful you are? That makes you incredibly intimidating, you know,” he sighed, pulling away to grin at you.
“Not even! I bet you don’t even think about me when I’m gone,” you jested, playfully hitting his arm.
“Are you kidding? I think about you all day…and all night,” he wittily countered, switching gears and pulling you onto his lap. Your bewilderment from his movement had you hovering over his right thigh; giving into temptation, you slowly sat down, allowing your barely clothed center to be placed along the fabric of his dress pants.
“Kiss me,” he quietly commanded, bringing his beautiful hands to the sides of your face. No thought of objecting came to mind as you brought your supple lips to his, allowing the sexual charge of his energy to conduct through you like an overcharged battery.
Quickly tying your hair into a ponytail, you resumed your momentum, cascading your tongue along his neck. Junho’s touch was delicate yet had purpose; from the idle way he toyed with the skin on your shoulder to the direct way his palm slipped up to your hipbone, Junho knew exactly what he was doing.
His kisses were intermittent and coy – he’d playfully nibble on your lips, but would travel to your neck or collarbone to keep you wanting more. It didn’t take long for his skillful teasing built your arousal; as it grew, your thighs slowly clamped on his and your hips began a leisurely roll along his muscle.
“This dress has been testing my patience all night,” Junho whispered, pulling the straps of your backless dress down your arms to reveal your bare breasts. He emitted a heavy sigh of lust at the sight of your perked nipples, falling face first into your chest. Resting his face between your twins, Junho grabbed your behind and sped up your hip movements along his thigh.
“Ride me,” he panted, trailing his tongue around a hardened bud. Junho wrapped his lips around your nipple and flicked his tongue wildly, eliciting spasms of pleasure from you while your essence coated his thigh. Arching your spine, you coiled your fingers into his coiffed hair, gripping it for more thrust with your body rolls.
“Touch me,” you heavily requested, leaning back to allow his masterful hands access. Junho was quick to acquiesce your demand, pulling your panties aside and thrusting his fingers into the wet heat of your cunt. His thumb played your clit like a joystick while a third finger joined the party inside you, pressuring your g-spot in a come hither motion.
His face hadn’t left your ample bosoms, though having moved from one to the other and back again. Upon hearing the sounds of your guttural moaning, Junho finally abdicated your breasts to watch you cum. He helped your hips ride his digits, and it wasn’t long before you came, squirting all over his slacks. As Junho helped you to lie down and catch your breath, he sucked your juices from his fingers, licking them pristinely clean.
“Guess we should go,” Junho beamingly said, getting ready to open the car door.
“Well I’d like to return the favor,” you daringly suggested, eyeing the bulge in his pants. He laughed and drew a smiley face on the window – your heated actions had fogged up all the glass in the car.
“Let me take you to my house,” he said, “We can finish what we started.”
A is for Anniversary
A . D . T . O . Y Series
- Day 1 -
Category: Smut Word Count: 1,099 Group/Member: 2PM | Nichkhun
Snore. Another benefit for some charity event, and once again you had to sit on three seats to the left of him at the round table since your relationship had to remain a secret. Dating an idol definitely wasn’t easy, but the way your beau treated you when the doors closed made it all worth it. The light from your phone alerted your attention to a new text message. It was from that ornery man sitting across from you.
Khunie: Do you know what day it is?
His face was stoic. You should have known better – when in public the two of you would flirt via text to not raise any suspicion.
You: And here I was thinking you forgot.
Khunie: I could never forget, babe! In fact, I have a surprise for you…;)
You: A surprise?? What is it???
Khunie: Look under the table ;)))
He gave you the look that sent your insides on a roller coaster. It wasn’t often that Nichkhun let you have your way with him in public, but every time he did, the two of you always had an amazing time.
You: You really are a glutton for punishment, you know that? >:)
Khunie: Be nice, there are still fans here…
With a wink from Nichkhun, you prentended to lose your earring and dropped to the floor in an excuse to ‘find’ it. Once under the table, you saw your surprise, and it was rock hard and ready to be released from its confines. Before you could begin to unwrap it, your phone buzzed and lit up, catching your attention once more.
Khunie: Happy Anniversary babe! <3
You: Happy Anniversary ;)
You knew the rules. The next time your phone lit up meant that you had to work your evasion techniques to escape the table inconspicuously. The point wasn’t to get him off, rather, it was to tease him in the presence of others – the two of you would finish what was started later.
Biting your lips in anticipation, you started your process by tiptoeing your fingers up the length of his shin, tracing circles around his kneecap when you reached the midpoint. Removing your stilettos and settling on your knees, you grasped both his knees and rubbed up and down his thighs, watching his member pulsate through his dress pants. You dug your nails into his muscles, drawing closer to his aching length with each progressive stroke.
“Thanks to Nichkhun from 2PM!” you heard the man at the podium say. The entirety of the conference room hosting the gala erupted in a sea of applause, and through the tablecloth you could see that they had put the spotlight on him. A mischievous grin painted your face – you knew you were about to tread on dangerous territory, but it was your anniversary…
Nichkhun was savvy to your plan and well ahead of you – he tucked himself into his waistband and stood up to bow at the recognition, despite having a massive erection. The light dimmed, and Nichkhun didn’t return to his seat. Not a moment later, there was the inevitable text to halt your fun – you hadn’t even had a chance to touch him. You grabbed your phone with a sullen look and glanced at the text.
Khunie: Meet me in the back stairwell.
Feeling like a giddy schoolgirl, you crawled from under the table, apologizing to the other guests before rushing to the back exit. The massive hallway was empty, and you didn’t quite know where the back stairwell was located. Looking both left and right, you couldn’t miss him – his broad shoulders stuck out from behind a nearby corner. You frolicked to his side, taking his arm as he led you up the stairs.
“I found a quiet place for us,” he said, taking each step carefully whilst looking at you with hungry eyes, “Though it won’t be quiet for long.” You were at the midway point on the staircase when you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You wanted Nichkhun – in that hallway, on those stairs. Edging back to the wall, you pulled him towards you.
“Kiss me,” you chimed, teasing his lips with your tongue. Nichkhun happily obliged, letting his lips nibble on yours gently and using his salacious tongue to tease you. In playful expression, you gnawed at his lower lip before pulling back and letting it snap back to his mouth. Giggling incessantly, you reached down to the untouched prize between his legs, but not before pushing him to the opposite wall.
You pinned his arms back, letting your hands slide down his long appendages. One of your hands found a home on the side of his face, where your lips joined, while the other hand unzipped his pants and reached inside to feel his length. He subtly groaned, looking both up and down the area to assure no one was around.
Drifting down to your knees, you freed his long, uncircumcised dick to trail a tantalizing lick up the underside before wrapping your lips around his tip. You pumped him with the excess saliva you relinquished, moaning around his girth as you took him deeper down your throat.
“Someone could catch us,” he exhaustedly crooned, running his fingers through your disheveled hair.
“But that’s what makes it fun…” you suggestively replied, shrugging your shoulders before returning to your machination. Grabbing his hips with purpose, you began bobbing your head deeper and deeper on his cock, letting him hear your gag reflex as you took what you could. The intensity, the speed, everything you were doing was amplified as you gave him full eye contact – Nichkhun wasn’t going to last much longer.
He fought his instinctual noises as his abdomen tightened; you continued on your path, determined to finish him off. Errant voices were heard around the corner, and Nichkhun released his hot load into your mouth. Unable to swallow all of it, a trace amount dripped down the side of your chin; Nichkhun wiped it after pulling you back up and tucking away his manhood.
You jogged a few steps ahead, making it seem like the two of you coincidentally were in the same hallway. He kept walking as you stopped to look at your phone, turning the corner into the men’s room until the passers-by vacated the area. Once the coast was clear, Nichkhun returned to you with a devilish grin. He backed you into the wall, pressing his second round stiffy into your hip.
“Your turn,” he hissed into your ear, pulling at your pearl necklace, “Let’s see if you can keep as silent…”
Y is also for You
A . D . T . O . Y Series
- Day 6 -
Category: Smut Word Count: 1,551 Group/Member: 2PM | Jun. K
Watching him perform always sent a thrill of excitement throughout your body. Jun. K was an amazing singer, dancer, and artist, and the fact that you had the luxury of being his personal makeup artist made your relationship easy to disguise from paparazzi and sasaengs.
The crowd lit up with screams and applause at the sound of his powerful voice – you loved the way he could carry the audience with a single note. Watching the sweat drip off his body as he serenaded Hottests – there was nothing that turned you on more. It was his passion for performing and how much you knew it meant to him that every single fan was there and excited to see him that made your heart soar.
“Y/N? It’s time to go,” Jun’s manager prompted, waving you down the hall to the car outside. It was very rare that you were able to see an entire concert, though this was only because of your relationship. It was mandated that you had to leave before the concert ended so as to not draw any attention to you if you wanted to date Jun. Luckily you were always able to watch via livestream from one of the manager’s mobile devices.
“Jagiya, wait!” Jun hollered before you exited the building. He jogged to you in two long strides, grabbing your face in his hands and sweetly kissing your forehead. “Will you wait up for me tonight?”
“I always do,” you smartly replied, giving him a full smile that made your eyes wrinkle. He wrapped his long arms around you in a quick embrace before darting back to the stage for his encore.
Returning to the hotel, you pulled your keycard from your purse and strode across the entryway to the elevator. Staying in one of the Premier View Central Park Suites at the Mandarin Oriental, you knew there wouldn’t be anyone to recognize you. You took the elevator to your floor and entered into your corner suite, the lights of the various skyscrapers of New York City lighting the room with violet and amber hues. The beige couch contrasted the deep purple curtains and wall accents; you set your bag on the crescent-shaped seating fixture and headed into the bedroom to change.
After a quick shower and noticing that Jun hadn’t returned, you snuggled into the king size bed to continue reading your newest book recommendation. A couple chapters later and he strolled into the hotel room, heading straight to the shower. This was part of your post-show routine – Jun would shower and unwind with a cup of herbal tea and the latest issue of GQ Magazine while you struggled to keep your eyes awake until he tucked you into bed.
Beginning his ritual, you waited until he sat down in the chair at the foot of the bed, burying his nose in an article before you made your move. Jun’s energy from the concert hadn’t subsided, and you wanted to treat him to a special evening. He donned nothing but his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a robe, and he didn’t notice when you got up out of bed.
“Whatcha reading?” you inquired, running your delicate hands down the front of his chest as you peeked over his shoulder to see the article.
“Looks like Louis Vuitton and Supreme just launched their pop-up store collaboration,” he airily responded, eyes fixated on the page. Jun didn’t seem to get the hint. Lowering your face to his ear, you blew a cool breeze along his lobe and watched as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
Finally he understood. Jun pulled your wrist to maneuver you around the chair, and you climbed on top of him, letting your knees rest on each side of his hips. Tossing the magazine over his shoulder, Jun slid his hands up the sides of your torso, letting them trace along the backs of your shoulders all the way to your hands that were wrapped around his neck. He pulled one of your hands in front of him and gave supple kisses before lacing his fingers with yours, watching you intently.
Leaning in for a kiss, you brought your pretty lips to his, grinning ear to ear as he followed your example. His lips melded to yours felt like home – the way he mumbled with each peck, how his hands titillated your skin with a ghostly presence – everything Jun did to you felt right.
“Get up,” he nonchalantly muttered, leading you to the edge of the bed, “Lift your arms over your head, jagi.” You obeyed his request and lifted your arms toward the ceiling. Jun lifted your white lacey nighty over your head and threw it aside. You stood before him in nothing but your matching Calvins, biting your lip with a wily grin. With his fingertips alone, he pushed your shoulders enough to make you fall onto the bed. He stared at you with a devilish smile and removed his robe.
With catlike agility, Jun was on top of you, trailing his fingers along your tummy while he feathered kisses onto your bare breasts. You moaned and tilted your head back into the silk sheets, fisting your fingertips into his hair. He teased his way down your abdomen, and your eyes met when he reached your increasingly sodden panties.
Inhaling deeply, Jun breathed you in like a warm apple pie, tracing his tongue along the material clinging to your folds. Within seconds, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down your legs. Starting at your toes, Jun used his lips to work his way first up your calves followed by your thighs, until he reached the tender skin just inside your legs, right near your hip flexor.
“I’ve spent all day thinking about this,” he said, intoxicated by your arousal. Without caution, he nuzzled his face into your core, lapping at your center and flicking his abusive tongue along your clit. It didn’t take long for you to roll your hips along his face, intermittently moaning in between your heavy breathing. Jun pulled away and smirked, bringing his face up to yours and playfully biting at you.
“Someone’s eager,” he teased, keeping a single digit along your slit, “but I know what you really want, and you’ve been a good girl today.” Jun halted his movements, hovering over you on his knees and waiting for your response.
“Are you going to fuck me, daddy?” you bashfully queued, biting your finger before tantalizingly sucking on it to torment him. He shook his head and let out a few ‘tuts’
“Don’t turn into a brat now, kitten. Stay sweet and I’ll give you what you’ve been waiting for,” Jun proposed, removing his undergarments in one smooth movement, freeing his monumental member. He stroked it with a hungry gaze in his eyes, switching positions so his back was against the headrest. Jun lifted you with his strong arms and hovered your dribbling mess of a pussy over his erect length, easing you onto it with care.
Jun’s size was much too big for you, though he tried his best to make sure you enjoyed it, letting you adjust for a few moments. He moved a tendril of hair behind your ear, bringing his lips back to yours for an intimate kiss. Upon feeling his soft pout and tender tongue, you began rocking your hips back and forth, provoking a low growl from Jun. His hands found your hips and he helped rock you to and fro, rolling his hips along yours.
“Are you ready for this, kitten?” he sweetly asked, not an octave above a whisper as his lips grazed the lobes of your ear. With your eyes closed, you nodded your head yes as you tried to control the way your chest raised and fell with each stuttered breath.
Before you knew what was happening, Jun had flipped you over onto your knees, aligned himself once again at your entrance, and thrust forcefully into your core, using your hips for leverage. Despite his massive size, the way the groove of his tip moved against your walls made you cry in pleasurable agony – his cock worked you better than any man-made vibrator could hope to do, and with its slight curvature, each time he pushed into you, his tip hit the g-spot.
“Oh fuck, daddy!” you screamed, your legs so weak they were about to collapse. You had cum twice in the process, though his monstrous dick wouldn’t let up as it stimulated you to the brim. Jun held your hips in a vice grip once your knees gave out, finishing in a barrage of violent thrusts until he came.
You lied there in a heap on the sheets, sweaty and out of breath. Jun leapt from the bed to the bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth to help clean you. Wrapping his arms under your knees and your back, Jun lifted and laid you down in the proper sleeping direction, fluffing the pillow beneath you before letting your head drop. He kissed your forehead and put on his robe, grabbing the GQ Magazine before turning off the lights.
“I love you, jagi. Good night,” he whispered as he walked into the living area to finish his post-concert ritual.
O is for Opossum
A . D . T . O . Y Series
- Day 4 -
Category: Smut Group/Member: 2PM | Wooyoung Word Count: 760
2PM had just finished their recent tour, and you were so excited at the prospect of seeing your boyfriend, Wooyoung. Though it had been months since you’d had physical contact, you were ready to feel his arms around you during movie night in lieu of Facetime. You’d already texted him to share your plans for the day – late brunch, followed by a couple’s pottery class with wine tasting. You had both agreed that the evening plans were better suited for spontaneity, but you were hoping for some steamy couch time.
Jun. K greeted you at the door and motioned you upstairs – Wooyoung apparently wasn’t ready to leave, which was odd. Tiptoeing up the stairs, you inched open his bedroom door to the alarming sound of his snoring. It was 10:00 am and Wooyoung was still sleeping – you had reservations for brunch at 10:30!
Aside from the fact that you were disappointed that he hadn’t greeted you at the door with a hug and kiss, he now had the audacity to still be sleeping well into your romantic day. A quick poke of your finger to nudge him was your first attempt at waking the slumbering man. Nothing but the agitated snoring reminiscent of a bear’s roar was the result. With all your strength, you used both hands to push him but to no avail – Wooyoung was in one of his deep sleeps, and even if you were to jump on the bed, you knew you’d not stir him.
You dejectedly slumped down next to him, turning your head to watch him as he snoozed. You leaned in and kissed his neck, despite the fact that he wouldn’t feel it. Spooning his side, you trailed your fingertips along his bare chest, breathing him in as you tried to join him in rest.
“Mmm, Y/N…” Wooyoung stirred, mumbling your name in his slumber. With a sly grin and an arched eyebrow, you wanted to play with your dreamy man. You initiated your quest with his nipples, turning his snores into groans. Moving south, you ducked under the sheet and tantalizingly traced your nails down his abdomen – Wooyoung’s manhood was something that was much easier to rouse than the man himself.
Inching his boxer briefs down to free his length; you tickled the underside to help it grow to its full potential. You tasted his precum, teasing the tip of his cock and wishing for one of his eyes to open. His unconscious moans continued as you took all of him into your mouth, bottoming out at his base. Wooyoung’s melodic voice increased in volume the longer you bobbed on his thick dick.
You were surprised that he hadn’t woken to your actions yet – sure, tours took a lot of energy out of him, but you were finding it harder to believe that Wooyoung was still asleep. Cupping his tender balls in your hand, you squeezed lightly to test his reaction – as suspected, Wooyoung released a sharp falsetto, instigating you to take it further.
“Oh babe, not so hard!” he jumped, revealing his cognizance. Relinquishing your hold on his package, both shaft and balls, you crawled on all fours to his face to greet him.
“How long have you been awake, hm?” you playfully asked, biting his bottom lip before languidly sucking his mouth. Wooyoung held your hips, lowering you onto him as he sat up to return the kiss, sneaking his tongue into your mouth.
“The moment you touched it,” he panted in response, pulling away from the embrace for only a moment. You flicked his shoulder and couldn’t help but smile, especially after he began tickling your sides. Squealing in amusement, you jumped off the bed and Wooyoung threw the sheet aside to follow you.
“Wait,” you paused, staring at him intently as he sat at the edge of the bed. With a twinkle in your eye, you shrugged off the straps of your romper, letting it fall to the floor as you stood before your boyfriend. Was it intentional that you’d forgone all undergarments? Probably.
“I’ve been thinking about this every day for months,” he stuttered, taking in your full physique with awe. Briskly bringing his hand to his length, Wooyoung began stroking himself as you sauntered back to him.
“Stop...that’s my job now,” you whispered, halting his pace. Getting onto your knees, you kept full eye contact with Wooyoung as you resumed your previous efforts.
“I’m so glad I’m home,” he confessed, dropping his head back to enjoy the lascivious activities of your mouth.
“Me too,” you wholeheartedly agreed.