8 that! (ate that). drabble.
mdni 😼 !! boypussy seonghwa x amab reader. power bottom hwa & service top reader if you squinttt (its obvious). implied 9th member reader. risky setting (they're literally doing allat on the couch but they dgaf), seonghwa. wearing. lace. panties. (#needthat). use of folds, pussy, lips, hole, clit, cunt, and entrance as seonghwa's gential. oral (s. receiving), minor fingering (s. receiving), cowgirl, unprotected sex (in my defense, they ran out of condoms), mention of birth control pill, 1st time raw, minor squirting, multiple orgasms if you think about it.
It started innocently, like most things with Seonghwa did.
A lazy afternoon, sunlight filtering through the curtains, the two of you tucked into the corner of the couch like you had no plans to move for the rest of the day. The drama playing on the TV had been long forgotten, reduced to background noise while Seonghwa half-lay across your lap, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, your hand casually massaging slow circles into his upper thigh.
“Comfy?” you murmured, your thumb grazing dangerously close to the hem of his shorts.
“Mhm.” He didn’t look up. “But your fingers are distracting.”
“You want me to stop?”
He paused. Then finally glanced at you, eyes lidded, lips curling into that subtle smirk he wore when he wanted trouble. “Did I say that?”
You let out a low chuckle and slid your hand a little higher. He was only wearing one of your oversized hoodies—soft gray cotton that hung halfway down his thighs—and you could feel just a sliver of bare skin beneath. No waistband. No shorts?
Your brows lifted. “Are you seriously naked under this?”
Seonghwa gave you an innocent look, like he didn’t know what you were talking about. “They’re lace,” he said, tone light, teasing. “You like them.”
“Oh, you little shit.”
Your hand slipped up between his thighs, and he shifted without protest, letting you explore. Sure enough, when your fingers brushed up against the delicate fabric, they came away wet. A soft patch of slick had soaked straight through the thin lace, and the sight of it—the feel of it—sent heat surging through your body.
“I knew you were acting bratty for a reason,” you muttered, leaning in so your lips brushed his temple. “You’ve been wet this whole time?”
“Maybe,” he whispered, sounding a little breathless now, voice betraying the calm expression on his face. “Thought you’d notice sooner.”
“I always notice, Hwa. I just like watching you squirm first.”
His legs parted instinctively, just a bit, the slow tease between your fingers making his thighs twitch. You slid your palm higher, cupping him through the lace, and he gasped softly—hips pressing up against your touch like he couldn’t help it.
“You're soaked,” you whispered against his cheek. “All for me?”
He looked at you, eyes glassy now, lips parted. “Who else?”
That did it.
You guided him down onto the cushions, the hoodie riding up as he settled into the plush corner of the couch. His thighs fell open easily, confidently—he knew exactly what he was doing, stretched out for you, letting that soaked patch of lace be the center of your attention.
“Wanna show me properly?” you asked, voice low, reverent.
He bit his lip, lifted the hoodie just enough to give you a clear view, and you exhaled like he’d knocked the wind out of you.
“Fuck, baby…”
The lace clung to his folds, transparent now with slick, the fabric darkened where it had soaked through entirely. Your mouth watered at the sight, and your hands trembled slightly as you leaned in.
“You always this cocky when you’re dripping through your panties?”
Seonghwa tilted his head back, exhaling a shaky laugh. “Only when I know you’re gonna take care of it.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
You pressed a kiss over the fabric first, mouthing at the sticky heat beneath. He shivered, fingers already threading through your hair as you pulled the panties aside with your teeth, slow and deliberate.
His pussy was soaked—lips glistening, hole twitching gently like it already missed being filled. You groaned at the sight.
“You taste so fucking good,” you growled, dragging your tongue from his entrance to his clit, slow and reverent.
Seonghwa moaned, high and pretty, back arching against the couch. “F-Fuck—baby…”
You licked into him again, slower this time, tongue pressing inside while your nose bumped against his clit. His fingers tugged at your hair, not to guide you—just to anchor himself as the pleasure rolled over him in waves.
“You always eat like you’re starving,” he gasped.
“I am starving,” you mumbled into his cunt. “For you.”
He whimpered. “You’re such a fucking menace.”
You grinned against him and buried your face even deeper, locking your arms around his thighs and holding him open as your tongue worked him in slow, wet circles—savoring every moan, every stutter of his hips, every time his thighs trembled and he whined out your name.
Your tongue worked him open, slow and deep, letting the taste of him linger on your tongue as you moaned against his soaked heat. Seonghwa was already squirming, trying not to buck up too much, voice catching every time you teased his entrance just to pull away again.
“Fuck—why are you so good at this,” he breathed out, head tilted back, hair sticking to his forehead from the heat building between you both. “You’re gonna make me cum just like this.”
“That’s the idea,” you murmured against his folds. “You deserve to be spoiled.”
He whimpered, a little breathless laugh escaping his lips. “You always say that… but you really mean it when you’re between my legs.”
You smiled, and this time you brought your hand into play—thumb gently circling his clit while two fingers found his twitching hole, rubbing against it, pressing inside slowly. He gasped, the stretch already making his eyes flutter closed.
“God,” you whispered. “You’re so fucking tight… always pull me in like you were made for it.”
“I was,” he moaned, shifting his hips to help you go deeper. “Fuck, baby, right there—”
Your fingers curled instinctively, hitting his spot, and he nearly sobbed. Slick squelched around your hand, leaking onto the couch beneath him, and you just kept going—devoted, careful, focused on his pleasure and nothing else.
Your cock throbbed in your pants, painfully hard, but you ignored it. This was about him. Watching him fall apart, giving him everything he needed—that was enough.
When his thighs started shaking and his walls fluttered around your fingers, you slowed, gently easing off so he could catch his breath.
Seonghwa blinked down at you, dazed. “Why’d you stop?”
You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, kissed the inside of his thigh. “Because I wanted you to cum like that. Thought I’d deal with this—” you gestured vaguely at the obvious bulge in your pants, “—later.”
Seonghwa stared at you for a second. Then he laughed—quiet and disbelieving—as he sat up and swung a leg over your lap, settling his weight right against your bulge with no hesitation.
“Hwa—wait,” you breathed, hands landing on his hips to still him.
“No,” he said firmly, eyes locking with yours. “You get me soaked, finger me open on the couch, and you think I’m gonna let you walk away hard?”
You exhaled, jaw tight with restraint. “We’re out of condoms.”
That made him pause, but not in the way you expected. He blinked once, slowly, then tilted his head. “So?”
You stared. “So I’m not gonna fuck you without one. I told you I would never—”
“I know,” he cut in, voice low and steady now. “That’s why I’m telling you it’s okay.”
Your heart jumped.
He leaned in, hands braced on your chest. “It’s just you. Only you. I want to feel you.”
“Fuck, Hwa…” you swallowed hard, already pulsing against him. “You sure?”
He nodded slowly, rolling his hips once against you, dragging his soaked pussy along the shape of your cock through your pants. “I’m on the pill. I haven’t let anyone else touch me since we started this. I want to feel you—really feel you.”
That snapped the last thread of your resistance.
You lifted your hips, enough to shove your sweats down fully, and your cock slapped up against your stomach, glistening with precum from the arousal of eating him out. Seonghwa stared for a second, eyes wide and blown out.
Then, without a word, he reached between you, lined himself up, and sank down.
The gasp he let out was sharp, desperate, his back arching as he took you to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your own breath stuttered, eyes rolling back as his bare heat wrapped around you—tight and wet and fucking perfect.
“Holy shit,” you groaned, hands flying to his waist to steady him. “You’re—fuck—you feel so...”
Seonghwa was shaking already, mouth parted in a silent moan as he adjusted to the stretch. “It’s so much,” he gasped, nails digging into your chest. “I can feel everything.”
You didn’t dare move yet—too overwhelmed by the pulsing heat gripping you tight, milking you, like his body never wanted to let go.
He rocked his hips once, shallow and slow, and the both of you moaned in sync.
“I’m never letting you go back to condoms,” he whispered through a breathless laugh.
You almost laughed back, but it turned into a grunt as he picked up the pace—grinding down, bouncing in your lap, sweet pussy swallowing your cock with messy, wet sounds that made your spine tingle.
“Hwa—fuck, baby—” Your grip on his hips tightened. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“I know,” he panted, flushed and ruined already, moving with confidence. “So don’t hold back. Give it to me.”
You thrust up to meet him and his head fell back, voice breaking on a moan. You were already close—too close from how long you’d been teasing each other. But you wanted him to cum first, to cream all over your cock, to make the mess he clearly wanted.
“Cum on me,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss the column of his throat. “Make me feel it, baby. Soak me.”
And with one more deep thrust, he did—walls clenching tight as he cried out, grinding down hard as he came, making slick gush over your cock and thighs, warm and wet and obscene.
Your release followed seconds later, buried deep inside him, body locking up as you groaned into his neck and filled him with every drop.
yeah i kinda ate that shit up.
