Warning: Smut! Unprotected sex, soft sex that turns into not so soft sex
Wc: 1.2k
A/n: DIDNT KNOW I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS I SHOULDVE POSTED THIS LIKE MONTHS AGO
You felt like you were on fire. Hot, beginning to sweat, and terribly horny.
You felt Anton lay soft kisses along your skin, trailing from your cheek to shoulder. Your hands continued feeling around his arms and back, gripping and trying to pull him closer. Anton always had the upper hand during times like these, always stable and composed while you laid under him, desperate and squirming, doing everything in your power to speed things up.
Anton laid soft kisses along your neck, barely nipping at the skin while you were desperately grinding upwards into him.
“Calm down, baby.”
He was already laughing at you, his eyes creasing in amusement as you were desperately lifting your hips to grind against him.
“I need you so badly.”
“I know you do.” He laid a kiss onto your lips.
“If you can calm down and make love to me then you can do whatever you want.”
Anton held your jaw, you could feel him holding his strength back as you nodded your head for him. He couldn’t hold his smile back as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling your hips still grinding into him, less desperate this time.
His hands began pulling your shirt up, helping you sit up before lifting it above your head. Anton leaned down and left a chaste kiss on your breast, his hands surrounding your breasts to press the soft skin into his face. You grabbed at his shirt, pulling it over his head as he laid you on your back.
There was an electric feeling in not knowing what Anton was going to do. Your eyes were glued to him, watching his hands hover over your body as you were silently begging him to do something. You felt his hands grab onto your hips, moving in to undo your pants and slide them down your legs.
You felt his fingers graze over your panties, already gasping and erratically breathing in anticipation.
“How bad do you want me?”
“So badly.” You whined.
“You need my dick?”
“Yes.”
Anton could barely finish his question before you answered.
He began removing his pants, slowly popping his button before unzipping his fly. You stared at his hands, flexing and moving each digit before he began pushing his pants off. Leaving his underwear on, Anton began grinding against your pussy. The two fabrics rubbing together, your arousal dripping onto his briefs as you whined.
“Anton.” You gasped.
“One minute.”
You nodded, desperate to have him inside you.
Anton continued teasing you, pushing his erection into your clit, his smile widening as he saw how shaky your legs became. Your hands were grasping and squeezing the bedsheets, trying your best to stay composed as Anton teased you.
Pulling your panties off, Anton continued grinding against your folds, teasing and testing how long you’d last.
“Please put it in.” You whined.
“So needy.” Anton leaned on his elbows to be close to you.
He pulled his briefs down, kicking them off before lining with your pussy. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hand moving down to guide him to your entrance. You felt his tip poke at your hole, slowly pushing in as you sighed. Eyes shut as Anton slowly filled you to your brim.
He was incredibly thick, stretching you out and filling you to the brim. Your head fell back, feeling his push farther and farther into you.
“Feel good?”
“So good.” You answered, noticing how hot your cheeks felt.
“Can I move?”
“Please.”
Anton slowly pulled out, pushing back in as your breath hitched, trying to peer down at where you two are connected. He leaned in and kissed you, leaving his lips against yours as he slowly built up a rhythm.
His pace was soft but deep, your hand rubbing your clit as Anton was kissing down your neck and shoulder. Everything was overwhelming in the most subtle and relaxing way. His dick was filling you up amazingly, slow and steady, only your hand rubbing yourself was fast. His kisses were wet and gentle, a strong juxtaposition from the nips you were laying on his collarbone.
Anton continued thrusting, a little faster but still far from how you needed him. He was panting as he moved up to capture your lips again. Soft whines and moans escaped the two of you as he moved his hands to massage your breasts.
“Anton.” You whined.
He licked a broad stripe along your neck, gently nipping the skin as he moved your thigh higher.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Can you go faster?”
Anton smirked, laughing as he replaced your hand to rub your clit.
There was something evil about him rubbing your clit incredibly fast while thrusting so carefully into you.
“Right there.” You moaned.
Anton continued kissing your lips, holding his hips deep into you when he felt you close around him. He pulled away to see your shut eyes, mouth open in a silent moan as you were slowly coming down from your high.
Kissing your jaw, “You did so well, baby.”
You were still catching your breath, “Do I get to be fucked?”
“If that’s what you want.” He laughed.
Pulling out, you felt his cum begin to drip down onto your thighs as Anton gave you some time to calm down before switching positions. Your thighs ached but you leaned on your knees before Anton pulled you into his lap.
As Anton relaxed against the bed, you hovered over him, sinking down onto his dick. You felt your breath leave you with how full you felt. You could see Anton smile up at you, heavy lidded and a dangerous smirk on his lips.
Feeling adjusted, you slowly bounced. Breathing carefully as you set a faster rhythm. As you were lowering onto him, Anton’s hips bucked upwards. A mischievous smile plastering his face.
“Anton.”
“Keep going,.” He ordered, “You wanted to get fucked, right?”
You groaned before continued to bounce, feeling him thrust up into you again. It may have been the angle but he’s never felt so deep inside you before. You adjusted your legs as you felt his hips lift more to meet yours as you rode him. Anton’s hand moved down to rub your clit with his thumb, circling the muscle as he continued teasing you.
“It’s too much.” You whined.
“Are you gonna cum?”
“No-”
“Lean on me.”
You leaned forward, laying your face onto his chest, feeling his hips crash into yours. Anton’s hips snapped up into you, the only thing you could do was widen your thighs as you felt his cock split you open.
“Keep going.” You moaned.
“Look at you, I see why you wanna get fucked out so badly.”
Anton held your face up to look at him, “You’re so cute like this.”
His fingers dug into the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks as he pushed your hips down, continuing to pound into your pussy.
“There, right there.” You moan.
Within seconds you felt your orgasm crash into you.
Anton turned you over onto your back, still pumping his length into your core as you clenched around him. With some more thrusts he came in you, again. Leaning down, he left a large kiss on your forehead.
“You’re insatiable.” He chuckled.
“If your dick wasn’t so good, I wouldn’t be like this.”
Anton pulled out of you, grabbing a blanket to lay on your bare shoulders.
A/n: wrote this after my first time getting sylus’ “is this really where you should be putting in all your effort?” line (aka he finally blushed when I touched his dick)
The crashing waves and warm sun woke you up. You shifted, curling towards Sylus as you basked in his warmth. You felt him stir, draping his arm over you as you pulled yourself against him.
This was your favorite part of vacations: having the same schedule as Sylus and being able to sleep beside him. No naps together, no one person awake while the other sleeps. A full eight hour rest beside your man.
“Good morning,”
His voice was hoarse from sleep, cheeks puffy, and his eyes could barely open.
“Good morning,” you replied.
You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his neck. You could hear him grumble some sound as you continued peppering kisses to his skin. Along his throat, down to his collarbones, up to his chin and jaw.
“So handsome,” you compliment.
“Even half asleep?”
“Especially,” you roll him over, hovering over him as you continue kissing his cheekbones and nose. “I never get to see you when you wake up, this is always a treat for me.”
“You see me wake up all the time.”
“You see me wake up, but I rarely get to see you groggy or half awake.”
You scoot down, feeling your hips align with his as you kiss his lips. Your core pressed directly onto his growing erection.
“I see someone else is awake, too.”
You could feel his hands, radiating a warmth that bordered on scorching, hold you still before you could do anything. You lean down, letting your kiss linger as his travel up and down your back. Trailing heat throughout your body as your hips ground against his.
“Kitten,” Sylus groaned, “is this really where you should to be putting in all your effort?”
You paused, “You don’t want this?”
“I didn’t say that,” his hands rested on your hips, holding you against his hard on.
“there isn’t a moment where I wouldn’t want you. I just want you to do everything you want.”
“But that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Leaning down you stop before you could kiss him, “Aren’t we kindred souls?”
You can hear Sylus groan.
“If you’re hungry, I’m hungry,” a light kiss to his lips.
“If I’m sad, you’re sad,” you kissed down onto his throat.
“If one of us is horny, then the other has to be.”
You rolled your hips along his bulge, earning an airy groan from Sylus. His eyes were blown out, a sliver of red lining his dilated pupils. He pulled you closer, hands gripping your waist before turning you onto your side and climbing on top of you.
He was so handsome. Seeing him crawl on top of you always pushed you further. Feeling his arms cage you under him had you throbbing in your panties, already growing damp.
His intense look, seeing him look over your body. You shifted under him, spreading your thighs under him and inching closer to connect the two of you.
His hands gripped your thighs, holding you still before leaning down and kissing your shoulder.
“Easy, kitten.”
You whined, relaxing against the bed before he began crawling downward. His mouth kissing and nipping your skin as he descended further and further. Settled between your thighs, Sylus looked up at you. His nose settled along your pubic bone as his lips pressed against your panties. Your hips rolled, looking down at him as your hands grabbed his.
His fingers hooked into the waistband before pulling your panties off of your hips, dragging them off of your legs before pushing your thighs onto his shoulders. Your spine arches and relaxes, feeling the ache in your core throb before Sylus’ tongue parts your folds.
“Mmm,”
Your hands grip his hands, fingers entwined as he laid kisses onto your folds. His lips pressing a kiss onto your clit before his tongue poked out to swirl around the muscle. Your legs squeezed around his head, squishing his face as he dove into your essence. Nose bumping your clit as his tongue licked and pressed into you.
“Always so sweet.”
Your hands moved to grab his and cup your breasts, feeling his rough palms rub against your nipples. Your hips rolled against Sylus’ face more as he began rolling and tweaking your nipples, room filling with moans and wet sounds.
“Hah, Sylus,” you whined, “please.”
“Please, what?” Voice muffled as he continued devouring you.
“I need you inside me.”
Sylus loved your expression. Moving up from your pussy, his mouth wet with your slick, as he kissed you. Hands moving up to feel how warm your cheeks were, feeling your hands grip onto his shoulders, the desperate kissing against his lips as he rolled his hips into yours.
“Please,”
He pushed his underwear down, throwing them off before moving back to you. You scoot down to him, wanting Sylus inside you as soon as possible.
“Easy, kitten, you gotta calm down before I can go in.”
Sylus grabbed onto his penis, light strokes before tapping his head against your clit, earning those sweet whines from you. His tip moved between your folds, lubricating his length. After some teasing, Sylus began pushing into you, his girth leaving you breathless.
“So tight, are you purposefully squeezing me?”
You shook your head, brows scrunched in pleasure as he continued pushing into you.
“Breathe, kitten, I can’t go any further unless you let me in.”
You gasped, breathing as deeply as you could as Sylus bottomed out. Feeling his happy trail press against your clit, fully inside you, was beautifully overwhelming. You could feel him throb inside you as well as your walls clench and relax around him. Sylus stayed hovering over you, leaning down and kissing your face before you relaxed enough.
Feeling him withdraw and push back in was indescribable. Sex with Sylus was always indescribable, every time was breathtaking and overly pleasurable. Feeling his girth stretch you out, your hand snaked down to your clit, circling the muscle as your moans grew louder.
“Wait,”
Sylus moved your hand away from your clit, holding it against your belly.
“I wanna hear her talk first.”
You whined, embarrassment and pleasure making your face feel even hotter, “Sylus.”
He moved his fingers down to rub your clit, tapping and holding his fingers against the nub, having his thrusts push your body against his fingers.
His teasing and harsh pace made your pussy sing. You both became quiet, only pants and grunts being audible as your slick clung to him. The more he pressed into your walls, the more essence dripped out of you.
“There she is.”
Sylus picked up his pace, adjusting your legs to cricket against your chest. He hovered over you, bodied locking together perfectly. His hands held your thighs as his length pumped into your.
“Ah,”
You felt that coil appear, sending shockwaves throughout your body as your fingers moved to circle your clit.
“Sylus,” You moaned.
“I’m almost there.”
A few more thrusts and your walls clenched around Sylus, his hips still rocking against yours as you felt white hot and breathless. Gasping for air, your clung to Sylus, fingers digging into his back as he filled you to your brim.
Catching your breaths, you felt him pull out of you and you turned onto your side.
“Can we go again?” You asked, feeling desire still stir in you.
Sylus smirked, “How could I deny you?”
Moving behind you, Sylus held your hips up and spread your folds with his thumbs. His hands grapping onto the flesh right below your cheeks as he watched the mixture of fluids drip out of your pussy. Aligning with your entrance, Sylus pressed into you and set a strong pace.
“Sylus,” You moaned.
His pace was brutal, leaning over you as his hips moved on their own. Pumping your walls with so much of him.
“So greedy,” He kissed your shoulder.
His fingers pressed against your hips tightly,
“So greedy, you can’t stop at one.”
Even through your breathlessness, “You say that, mmm, like it’s a chore.”
“Maybe,” his pace grew stronger, “but it’s my favorite kind.”
Your body rocked forward more, only his hands on your hips kept you in place. Your legs were struggling to stay up, Sylus’ pace so strong you had no choice but melt underneath him. Even faster, you felt that orgasm hit you, squeezing around Sylus as you screamed in pleasure.
You fell against the bed, Sylus slipping out of your heat before relaxing against the mattress. As you shifted, turning towards Sylus, you felt your thighs grow wet with his cum dripping out of your.
“Wait, it’s dripping everywhere.”
You looked down, feeling messy and sticky as his loads poured out.
“Then we should plug it up again.”
He pulled you closer, hand stroking himself hard before pushing into you. Pulling you on top of him, he filled you to your brim again. Laying against his shoulder, his hips pressed upwards into your core as you were feeling your brain cloud from pleasure. The grinding against his body stimulated your clit enough to feel yourself fall over the edge and squeeze him a final time.
Cumming again and again was disorienting. You laid your head against Sylus’ torso, feeling him pick you up before carrying you to the bathroom. The water from the shower was warm as Sylus cleaned you up.
He was quick to dry your hair and body before redressing you. Wearing a comfortable shirt of his, you were carried back to the bed. He cleaned up the sheets before laying you down.
“All tired out?”
You nodded, already feeling exhaustion pull you into sleep. You grabbed at his arm, pulling him into the bed before going back to sleep.
a/n: first time doing this lowkey nervous (if you've seen these before, no you havent <3)
shotaro's favorite position <3
there isn't a sight shotaro loves more than his girl having fun grinding on him
eunseok is a tease to a terrible degree :(
even if it's annoying, eunseok loves pumping his dick into you so fast he slips out. hearing your whines and pleas for him to put it back is music to his ears
dont ever think you can have a simple movie night with sungchan! he WILL be pounding into you before the halfway mark.
okay there is something about sungchan and couch sex that i really enjoy :3 but this really shows what i think dom!sungchan is like! moving and angling your body just right while he watches you melt below him
wonbin loves watching you beg and plead for him. hovering just out of reach to watch you scoot closer to him
whether they're big or small, wonbin makes sure your boobs are loved!
sohee loves it when you both have days off together so your mornings can start like this
sohee makes sure you know he's got a good appetite!
anton is always making sure you're relaxed and comfortable before he pushes inside
anton loves it when you're ovulating. he loves watching you pleasure yourself with him
pairing: best friend's brother!eunseok x fem!reader
warning: smut! oral, protected and unprotected sex, singular creampie, reader is not specified to be younger or older, slight size kink, hair pulling (m rec.), boob play (f rec.), brief mentions of food, eunseok and reader are mean to each other <3 also winter is his sister in this
wc: 8.4k
a/n: sorry that i held onto this for so long 😞 still getting used to work so heres a belated gift <3
All throughout high school you practically lived at Minjeong’s house. With your parents working and generally busy, it wasn’t difficult for her family to bring you over and let you spend the night. You and her were childhood friends that thankfully stayed together, she’d spend a night at your house and you’d do the same at hers. You lived in the same neighborhood, you usually studied together when sleeping over, you both were a pleasure to have in general.
While it started and kept to exam season, you were seen more and more at her place. During your first year at college, grateful to be in a dorm and far from the walls of your childhood bedroom, they were always happy to open their door to you when the school breaks came around.
You, of course, spent time with your parents and family but it was nice being with Minjeong’s family, too.
During one of your breaks, you’ve found yourself in the same bedroom: same posters decorating her walls from her high school interests, same plush carpet adding a splash of color to the wood floors, same bed that was littered in stuffed animals and pillows.
It was a little past two in the morning, you’ve always been a light sleeper while Minjeong practically passed out. Waking up, you checked your phone and carefully crept out of her bed, even though you wouldn’t need to. You remember seeing her still asleep even after you tripped and tumbled to the floor, hearing her family’s dog begin barking at her bedroom door to see what the noise was.
You groggily walked to the bathroom. It wasn’t very far, it was just past her’s and her brother, Eunseok’s, bedrooms. You thought you heard something walking past his room but you wrote it off as tiredness, after some horrible study crams you’ve found sleep deprivation gives you auditory hallucinations.
Walking back, you hear the same thing but louder. You walked as softly as you could, leaning closer to his door as you hear grunting and sighing.
Oh.
You felt a cold shock creep up your spine, this is not the time to be looking around. Certainly not when your friend’s brother is masturbating. Walking as softly as you could, you tried bee lining for Minjeong’s room.
“Hey.”
You froze, a few steps away from his room. No adrenaline can help you sprint to her room, let alone quietly.
“I saw your shadow at my door.”
“Fuck.” You muttered.
You quietly walk back to his door, your stomach is in knots, your face felt so hot it could burn your hand if you touched your cheek. This is wrong and Eunseok’s trying to make it worse, oh god what if he wants to get off on your embarrassment? You’d never be able to walk back in here again.
You carefully opened his door, a small crack to peer in.
“Do you need something?”
“Come in more, don’t be shy now.”
“Oh my god.” You muttered, walking in and closing the door behind you.
His room smelt like him, messy like him, too. A mix between the soap he uses and fabric softener: powdery, woody, somehow clean. He was cleaner than you’d expect, too, no messes or piles of clothing on his floor.
“You wanna tell me why you were listening? Maybe even watching.”
Eunseok was sat at his desk, reclined back as he watched you stiffly stand at his door, almost waiting to bolt out.
“I was not watching, you pervert.” You spat, “I was going to the bathroom, not my fault you’re loud.”
“And when you walked back?” Eunseok pressed.
“Is this some kind of game to you?”
The longer you stood in his room the more Eunseok pissed you off.
“Can we just forget this happened? I’d like to go back to sleep.” Your hand moved behind your back, feeling for the doorknob.
“I can’t get off.”
“Huh?”
You were dumbfounded.
The air felt thick, tension growing between the five or so feet standing between the two of you.
“Thought if you were some voyeur, you’d help me out.”
Your brain was swarming with thoughts, kind of scared and kind of horny.
“You don’t have to, I can get off on my own.”
“I can.”
You don’t know what possessed you to say that. It didn’t even feel like you, the words tumbled out. You could see Eunseok shift, relaxing and amused at your shyness.
“Come here, then.”
Your legs were both heavy and light, stumbling in his room towards his bed as he sat down beside you.
“What do you-”
“Why are you shy all of a sudden?”
Eunseok leaned in, almost studying you.
“Where’d that confidence go, y/n?”
Your stomach made another knot when he said your name. Eunseok never called you by your name. He’d usually call you Minjeong’s friend, even girlfriend when he wanted to tease the two of you. He’d call you “kid” or something. He rarely ever spoke your name.
“I-”
“Oh, is this your first time with a boy?” He started smirking, trying to get a reaction out of you.
“Fuck you.” You spat, “You’d wish to know my body count.”
“Then stop being shy, I’m the one asking for help.”
You both shifted, getting somewhat comfortable on the bed. Eunseok pulled his boxers down, showing his straining erection. He’s larger than you thought he’d be, not that you’ve fantasized about your friend’s brother.
“Shy, again?”
You grab his dick, gripping the base of him a little tighter than you should, hearing him gasp and yelp was nice.
“You wanted me to be bold, no?”
“Holy shit.”
You scooted closer, softening your grip as you jerked him. His hips bucked upwards every now and then, especially when your thumb swiped over his slit and smeared his precum. You wondered how long he’d been trying, gotta be desperate to ask your sister’s friend for help.
“It’s not enough.” Eunseok grunted.
“Not enough?” You repeated.
“Have you ever sucked dick?”
You shook your head.
“Wanna try?”
You hesitated before moving onto the floor, his legs spread on each side of your body as you leaned down at licked at his slit. He was musky and salty. Eunseok groaned at the feeling of your warm tongue on him. Your hand continued jerking him, twisting his base as you pushed his tip into your mouth.
“Keep going.”
You sucked in, tongue swirling along his underside as you tried pushing more of him into your mouth. His head was pulsating in your mouth, hot and throbbing as you sucked and bobbed.
“Ah, keep going.”
His hand pushed your hair away. You could see how tense his stomach was, flexing and relaxing as you continued sucking him off. The more Eunseok moaned the more soaked you felt your panties grow, pushing him deeper into your mouth just to hear how desperate he was.
“Right there, keep sucking.” Eunseok groaned.
You do as he said, twisting and sucking through the dull ache in your jaw.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum.”
Oh no.
You pulled off, watching how sweaty Eunseok was: hair sticking to his forehead, brows furrowed, tensed jaw as he finally felt his high come.
“Point it, ah, your mouth.”
“Oh my god.” You muttered.
You wrapped your lips around his head, tongue swirling and pressing into his slit before he came. His large hand wrapped around yours, squeezing it at his base and helping you milk him. You were surprised at how much cum he had, you had to pull away to swallow and feel his cum spurt onto your lips and chin before he was finished.
“Thanks.” He relaxed against bed, your hand moved to rest on his thigh, his still on top of yours.
“That’s it?” You asked, “I’m not getting anything.”
He huffed, “Fine, get up here.”
You switched spots, laying where he was felt weird. You could feel how warm his back was, how the blankets flattened under and around you. You felt terribly small laying where he was.
Pulling your shorts and panties down, Eunseok stared at your core. You were wet and shiny, leaning in he pushed your legs apart, making your breath hitch before he pushed his head into your thighs. You smelt sweet, a little sweaty but a kind of feminine musk he wasn’t used to.
He held your thighs apart, looking at your folds and the thick arousal leaking out of you.
“Are you gonna stare or do something?”
Eunseok looked up at you, glaring at you before leaning in and licking a stripe upwards. You fell back onto his bed, thighs trying to close in as he held them open. You were sweet on his tongue, a mixture of sweet and salty and you. Something so unique he could only describe it as a you taste.
His tongue lapped more, licking up the cum from your entrance and swirling around your clit. Feeling his large hands hold you open was erotic, you’ve never had a guy excited to eat you out let alone like this.
You gripped onto his bedsheets, scared to move down and feel his hair. He did that to you but something felt wrong to do it back. Even in your horny daze you knew it would feel weird, as if he wasn’t trying to tongue-fuck you right now.
“Can you keep one leg open?”
You whined, “Yeah.”
Eunseok’s right hand left your thigh, his fingers ghosting over your core before pressing into your entrance.
“Eunseok.” You gasped.
He looked up at you, tongue swirling and pressing into your clit as he watched your back arch, hands clawing at his sheets. His hand left your thigh, pushing your shirt upwards. He’s sure you were too fucked out to remember moaning his name just now, you probably won’t register him pushing your shirt up.
Eunseok slipped a second finger into you, stretching out your walls and feeling them pulsate around him. His left hand moved up to tweak your nipple, feeling your hands grab at his wrist, hips swirling around his head and hand as you felt your orgasm approach.
“You gotta be quiet, y/n.”
He felt you clench as he said your name.
“It’s not just my sister in the house.”
You brought one hand to your mouth, biting onto your pointer finger to keep your noises down. Your other hand was still gripping onto Eunseok’s, feeling his rough fingertips massage your breast and toy with your nipple.
Feeling Eunseok hit that special spot made your back arched higher.
“Right there!” You tried to whisper-shout.
He pumped his fingers right where you told him, tongue memorizing your clit as you felt that coil burst. Your thighs trembling as they close around his head. Your mind blanked, feeling that hot, mind numbing pleasure from cumming and your hands found their way onto Eunseok’s head. Fingers entwined in his hair, holding him in place as his tongue massaged your clit, elongating your high.
As you came down, your legs relaxed and hands left his scalp. Your breathing was heavy but were managing to calm yourself down.
“Was that worth sucking my dick?” He asked, hands massaging your thighs.
“It was pretty good.” You tease.
Eunseok scoffed, surprised you have the energy to still be a brat even after he made you cum. He watches you pull your clothes back on, attempting to help you walk out the door before you stopped him.
“I’m fine.”
“Goodnight.” He snaps back.
You walked back to Minjeong’s room, quietly sneaking back into bed before she could smell her brother on you.
Spending some time away from Minjeong’s house, specifically away from her brother, you were reminded of Minjeong buying the two of you concert tickets. She was so excited to see this band tour near your town, buying tickets as soon as it was released. She already told her parents about it, promising them she’d be responsible and not get into trouble during the concert.
You were in her room, grateful Eunseok was busy somewhere else so you didn’t have to even walk past him. Sorting through Minjeong’s closet for her concert outfit.
“Your dad’s driving us?” You asked.
“No, my loser brother is.”
“He is?” You felt your face go cold.
“Yeah, my mom wanted him to help us out, I’ve done enough favors for him, anyways.”
“He’s just driving us, right?”
You didn’t wanna sound paranoid but hearing his name brought flashbacks to that night.
“Yeah, he’s just dropping us off, picking us up. We won’t have to see him for more than ten minutes.”
You relaxed at her words, “Cool.”
The time between then and the concert was filled with messages sharing outfit ideas. Showing off different combinations of whatever was in your closets and telling your parents about Minjeong’s plans.
“Who’s driving?” Your dad asked.
“Her brother, Eunseok.”
“How nice, make sure to thank him.” Your mother said.
You nodded, doing your best to hide your nervousness around the topic of Eunseok.
When the concert came around, you already had an overnight bag packed. There were plenty of concerts you’ve had, spending the night with each other. You made sure to pack a spare change of clothes and some other necessities.
Finally ready to leave for the concert, Eunseok was quick to snap at you and Minjeong.
“I’m not chaperoning you two.” He stated.
“It’s more chauffeuring.” You commented.
“You’re both well into college, why haven’t either of you gotten a license?” He asked.
“Because we have you to drive us around.” Minjeong forced a smile.
Eunseok grabbed his keys, unlocking his car.
“Y/n front seat, Minjeong back.”
“Huh?” You said.
“Why am I in the back?” Minjeong paused, looking back at her brother with a glare.
“I can’t stand you being this close let along next to me.”
“Why am I in the front then?” You asked, grasping the front passenger door handle.
“I’m not your chauffeur.”
“And you just can’t stand being near your sister.” Minjeong muttered.
You tried covering your laughter as you got into the front passenger seat. The proximity to Eunseok felt weird, you still thought about that night and you’re sure he did, too. Thankfully Minjeong’s never picked up on the tension. It was maybe fifteen minutes before he drove to the venue, you sighed in relief at how fast the drive was.
Eunseok found a spot to park before letting you two out.
“I’m not staying. I’m dropping you off and I’ll pick you up. If I’m late, I’m late.”
“The love and care you have for us.” Minjeong said.
You both walked to the growing line, standing and waiting until someone scanned your tickets, letting you wait in another line at the venue doors. Soon enough the venue opened their doors and you were waiting for the opening act.
The concert began, you and Minjeong were looking the band up, liking their music as they played and recorded some moments. When the main act came on Minjeong was quick to clear space on her phone, recording her favorite songs and dancing in the crammed crowd. After the concert, you and Minjeong raced to the merch booth, waiting in line to grab a t-shirt and see what merch they said for the tour. Some of the items were sold out but you were happy with what you bought.
Walking outside, Minjeong texted Eunseok, telling him to come soon.
“Fucking asshole,” She showed you the texts he sent her.
Mimicking his voice in a comically deep tone, she read: “If I’m late, I’m late.”
You laughed, moving to sit along the sidewalk as you waited for Eunseok to arrive. Looking through your camera rolls and rewatching some clips you recorded. Soon enough, Eunseok pulled in and you both hopped into the car, Minjeong still mentioning something about being in the backseat.
“Did you enjoy the bad music?” He asked, driving off to the main road.
“Yeah, it was horrible.” You joked.
Minjeong groaned, peering over to see his bluetooth connecting to his phone.
“Your playing your lame ass music?” She asked.
“This is my car, of course I’m gonna play my music.”
If you pretend to not feel the hostility, the drive back to their house was rather pleasant. It was a little quiet before Eunseok pulled into their driveway. Exiting the car, Eunseok locked the doors.
“Mom and dad are asleep but they left some of the food out for you two.”
“Thank god.” Minjeong said.
Walking in, you and Minjeong walked to her room, setting your things down before relaxing your legs.
“Did you wanna shower before eating?” She asked.
“Yeah, if it’s okay.”
“Of course, I’ll tell Eunseok then shower after you.”
You grabbed the extra set of clothing you brought. Your usual concert routine with Minjeong was to shower at either of your houses then rewatch concert clips. Especially at a small venue with no seating, you hated how sweaty and gross you felt.
Walking towards her bathroom, you turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. Stepping in, you adjusted the heat and washed yourself. Minjeong was always open about you two sharing products. She used your lotions, you used her body washes, you shared hair clips and perfumes. Of course you grabbed a clean wash cloth, not wanting to overstep that line of sharing things.
Grabbing at her conditioner, you saw a small, square bar of soap.
‘Minjeong doesn’t use bar soap.’
You picked it up, smelling the same woody, earthy scent you’ve smelled on Eunseok. You put it back down, nerves bubbling in your stomach before you continue to clean yourself and focus on anything but that smell.
Getting out and drying off, you changed and walked back to Minjeong’s room. Plugging her hair dryer in to dry your hair off as she began showering. She didn’t take long, returning after a few minutes to dry her hair beside you.
“Ugh, I think Eunseok showered earlier, that gross soap in stinking up the bathroom.”
“Oh, I think I got it a bit wet, probably fragranced the room, sorry.”
“Oh!” She laughed, “It’s fine, I’ve done that a few times, he needs to stop using bar soap, stinks the whole room up.”
You laughed, focusing on anything but the topic of her brother.
Drying off, you both walked towards her kitchen, finding the plates of food and warming them up to eat. The dining room was echoing the hushed laughter between you two, talking as lowly as you could before finishing the meals. You both relaxed in her room, talking and watching videos together until you both fell asleep.
As if on cue, your body jolted awake at three in the morning. You shifted, trying to fall back asleep before you felt how full your bladder was. Accepting your defeat, you snuck out of minjeong’s bed and crept towards the bathroom.
Walking past Eunseok’s room, you noticed how quiet it was.
‘Of course it’s quiet, he’s probably asleep.’
Walking back, you notice his door was slightly open and as you walk past the door he pulled you inside. Pulling you against the wall as he loomed over you.
“Why are you such a fucking brat?”
“Jesus,” You gasped, “am I supposed to be best friends with you since I sucked your dick?”
“No. But fuck, every time you’re near it’s like some fucking game.”
Eunseok leaned down, pressing his face against your neck and smelling you.
“I’m not playing any game, I don’t even pay attention to you.”
You shoved him lightly. He’s far too strong to push away but you try to show some dominance. Eunseok leaned down, watching your face scrunch in anger, he liked how annoyed you looked.
“Even when we were in the car?”
“You did that.” You stated, “You said you didn’t want to be next to Minjeong, you can’t put any of that on me.”
Eunseok pulled you closer, pressing his lips onto yours.
Pulling away, “Sure I can.”
He smiled down at you, seeing your nervousness grow.
“You were so quiet, so nervous in the car.”
“Fuck you.”
Eunseok pulled you in again, pressing his pelvis into yours. Your hands gripped his biceps, trying to stabilize yourself as he pulled you towards his bed.
“God, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Makes me wish you weren’t so obsessive.” You said, glaring at him.
Eunseok ground his hips into yours, seeing you gasp and slowly fall apart beneath him.
“Can’t stop thinking about me, huh?” You said, “You’re sneaking me into your room and trying to fuck me.”
“Big talk for someone so wet for me.”
His fingers ground into your core, feeling how soaked your panties were. Your thighs tightened, feeling his hands push your underwear to the side as he soaked his hand into your juices.
“So wet.” He leaned in, making sure you felt his breath on your skin, “So warm.”
Eunseok leaned into his side, he was still hovering over you and watching you shift around. You leaned on your elbows, watching his finger slide around your folds and gather the slick juices from your core. He pulled his hand away, stretching the shiny arousal that clung from your pussy to his fingers.
You watched Eunseok’s hand move from your core to his mouth, dropping his fingers onto his tongue and sucking you off of them. Eunseok could see how nervous that made you, how arousal and vulnerable you became.
“Can I fuck you?” He asked.
“Oh you don’t prefer to make love?” You snapped back.
He moved to hover over you, seeing you relax into his bed, “You keep talking like you’re not dripping onto my bedsheets.”
His hand held your jaw, fingertips wet with your cum and his saliva,
“Did you want me to make love to you?”
“That sounds far nicer, Eunseok.”
He crashed his lips onto yours, desperate to keep your lips against his. Your hands wrapped around his back and gripped onto his shirt. Eunseok’s hands moved down, pulling your shirt off before removing his own. He leaned back down, tongue laying a wide stripe along your neck as your hips rolled against his.
Eunseok kissed you again, tongue and teeth crashing against yours as you whined against him. His hands moved to grope your breasts, feeling them and tweaking your nipples as you tried keeping up with his lips. He trailed downward, kissing and sucking along your breasts before moving down to your soiled panties. He pressed his face against your heat, breathing you in and kissing against your clothed folds.
“Eunseok.” You whined, feeling your hips roll against his face.
He pulled them to the side, too desperate to taste you. His tongue was quick and eager to lap at your folds. It felt like his lips were kissing your folds, sucking and slurping you up before his tongue pressed against your entrance.
You tried pulling your panties off, wanting to feel him all over. He held your panties in place, teasing you as he continued to lap at your core.
“Feels good?”
“So good.” You answered, still trying to pull the fabric off.
“Keep them on, you look so cute in them.” Eunseok said, pressing his fingers into the wet fabric clinging to your folds.
You shook your head, “Please.”
“I don’t know, you’ve been so bratty these days.”
“Please, Eunseok.” You begged.
He stared at your desperate state, how much arousal was leaking out of you, how your breathing was so heavy, the desperate plea in your eyes. Eunseok pulled your panties down, exposing your heat to the cool air.
You sighed in relief, feeling him close your thighs together before kissing and lapping at your clit. His grip was far stronger than you originally thought, Eunseok made sure you stayed still. No rolling your hips, no opening your thighs. He was the one giving you pleasure, there was nothing you could persuade him to do.
He pulled away, holding your thighs together before removing his hands to undo his sweats. Taking them off he showed his lack of boxers on and his hard erection. You held your thighs together out of fear he wouldn’t pleasure you, you could still feel the imprint of his hands on your flesh.
“Finally you’re behaving.”
Eunseok walking over to grab a condom, “You wanted to fuck, right? Oh, I’m sorry, we were making love.”
“Fuck you.” You spat, feeling your thighs tremble from anticipation.
“That doesn’t sound appreciative.”
“You pulled me into your room for sex! I wanted to sleep, you know.”
“And you’re gonna have the best sleep after I dick you down.”
Eunseok spread your legs open, watching the arousal coating your folds drip into a puddle on his bed.
“So wet for me.”
He pulled the condom on, slapping his tip against your clit, amused at how your body jolted from the feeling. Eunseok moved on top of you, hovering above your face as he poked at your entrance. It was infuriating, feeling him tease and poke and slide his length along your folds without doing anything.
“Can you put it in?” You finally asked.
“Put what in?”
“Your dick.”
“Where?”
You huffed, “Eunseok.”
“You gotta tell me what you want, y/n.”
You felt your cheeks heat, “You know what I want.”
“Tell me.” He smirked down at you, watching your nerves and embarrassment go off.
“Can you please put your dick in me?”
“Just in you?”
You were growing angry.
“I want you to fuck me, Eunseok. I want to feel your dick pound into me so hard I can only fuck you.”
He pushed his length into you, watching you gasp at his girth. Eunseok was amazed at how hot you felt, his fingers didn’t feel this warm but his dick is on fire.
“Wait.” He said.
“No, please move.” You begged.
“You’re so fucking tight I’m gonna cum if I move.”
You whined, waiting for him to calm down before thrusting into you. You could feel how heavy he was inside you, his wide girth stretching you out, his dick just heavy enough to put pressure on the lower part of your walls.
“You enjoying yourself?” Eunseok asked.
“Your dick is insane.”
You were shifting everywhere, your hands gripping his bed, your hips rocking into his, your legs kept folding and stretching and folding again. Eunseok leaned forward, pressing a kiss onto your lips.
“I see you’re growing to like me.”
“Or your dick.”
He pressed all the way into you, halting his movements as you scrambled to feel something.
“I’m sorry, please-”
“Now you’re sorry.”
“Please move, Eunseok, I’m sorry I said that.”
“Are you gonna cum around me?”
Eunseok pulled out.
“Yes, I’ll cum twice around you.”
He slowly pushed back in, moving his hand to rub your clit.
“Three times?”
“Four times,” You gasped, “keep moving.”
Eunseok chuckled before continuing his pace, his fingers never left your clit, rubbing and circling the muscle before you clamped around his length.
You didn’t know your orgasm was approaching so soon, his teasing and slow movements were unbearable enough that your body made the decision for you. Your stomach tense and walls tight around Eunseok.
“One out of four.” He whispered.
He pulled out, moving to grab more condoms before returning to you. You sat up, feeling him move you onto all fours, your face pressing into his pillow. You could feel his hands move from your back to feel your ass, thumbs pressing into the fleshiest part.
“Fuck you’re like a doll.”
He slid his condom on before pushing into you.
“Mmm. Wait.” You were breathless.
“You need some time?”
You nodded, “I’m still sensitive.”
“Take all the time in the world, babygirl.”
You squeezed around his length when Eunseok called you that pet name. You waited until you felt ready, giving him your okay you felt Eunseok pull out and push back in. His hands were gripping your hips as he thrusted into you.
“Eunseok.” You moaned.
You slowly pushed your arm up to your face, biting down onto your hand when you remembered his family was here.
The pleasure was insane, feeling his dick weigh down onto a different area of your pussy was driving you wild. Your hips continued swirling and pushing back onto him, feeling his hands grip you harder. Eunseok felt girthier, maybe from the position or maybe from your previous orgasm, but he felt too good.
“I’m gonna cum.” You warned.
He sped up, rutting his hips into your core as he felt his high approach.
“There, there.” You chanted.
You felt your walls close around him, again. His hips not stopping until he came into the condom. You were breathless, mind hazy from feeling back to back orgasms. Eunseok leaned down to your shoulder.
“Wanna go again?”
“Yes.”
He pulled out, helping you move off of his pillow as he sat there. Eunseok pulled you into his lap, disposing the condom and replacing it.
“Wanna ride me?”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Of course you can.”
He pulled you closer, pressing a wet kiss onto your mouth before getting you all fours again. Slowly, you slid back onto his dick.
“Atta girl.”
You moaned at his encouragement. Looking at him with pleading eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, you can do this.”
You bounced back onto him, using your thighs to move yourself up and down his length. You felt Eunseok lay a light smack onto your ass, making you yelp and squeeze around him.
“That’s it, you’re taking me like a champ.”
You fell against his chest, your torso being too much for you to hold up.
“Relax, if you can push it out a little longer I can help you.”
You liked how his hand pet your hair, slow and smooth as you clenched and rode his dick. You continued, now able to focus and speed up while your face was pressed against his chest. You felt his hips suddenly thrust upwards.
“Ah.”
You grabbed onto Eunseok, overwhelmed by his sudden movements.
“Keep going, I can match your pace.”
You nodded, feeling his dick reach impossible spots inside you. Every thrust made your brain go blank, focusing exclusively on how good Eunseok felt inside you. Every time you rocked back onto him you felt your clit rub against him, making you shake from pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum.” You whine.
Eunseok sped up, pumping himself into you as you felt that knot tighten and tighten. Soon you froze, happy you were laying on Eunseok as your body gave out, feeling the crash of your orgasm hit you.
You were breathing heavily, feeling his chest move up and down.
“Final round?” You ask.
Eunseok scoffed, “Final round.”
He changed condoms, moving you onto your back before sliding back in. Your walls were tighter, almost swollen from how much he’s stretched you out and made you cum. He pushed your knees to your chest, watching his dick disappear inside you while your hand moved down to rub your clit.
“Good?”
You nodded, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Eunseok fluidly thrusts into you, far slower than before and with far more strength in each pump. This mixed with your fingers circling your clit so fast, you were sure you’d cum in no time.
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” He grunts, hips thrusting faster.
“Have you ever thought,” You suppress another moan when he hits that one spot, “that you’re just too big?”
Eunseok laughed, “I’m not that big.”
Thrusting more, Eunseok pushes your calves higher, making you hold your legs while he ruts into you. You felt tired and desperate, feeling that knot slowly form as your hand begins to slip from the sweat building up on your legs.
“You wanna cum?”
You nod, “Please.”
“You don’t have to beg for it.”
He began rubbing your clit, teasing the muscle before pumping slow and hard thrusts into your pussy, thrusting his entire length into you before pulling all the way out to do it again.
“Eunseok.”
You can only take it, slowly feeling that knot burst as he pounds slowly into you, sheathing himself inside you when you clamped around him. You’re both breathing heavy, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air as he pulled out. Eunseok crashes on his bed as you debate falling asleep here.
You look over and grab your shirt, pulling it on before sitting up.
“You need anything?” He asks, head tilting to look over at you.
“No,” you answer, “might clean up in the bathroom.”
Eunseok nodded, watching you get up and walk out.
“Goodnight, y/n.”
“Goodnight, Eunseok.”
You walk into the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and trying to mask the smell of Eunseok on you. You realize you left your underwear in his room, you felt your stomach knot before relaxing.
‘I have another pair, it’ll be a souvenir for him.’ You thought.
Walking back, he didn’t call out or try to bring them back. Maybe he forgot, maybe he wanted them. Regardless, you slipped back into Minjeong’s room and quietly put on your extra underwear. Crawling back into her bed to sleep.
Thankfully the rest of your time during break was at your house. Minjeong missed your mom and liked coming over when she wasn’t at work as well as playing with your game consoles instead of Eunseok’s.
“You do have better taste in games.”
The only time you were in proximity to Eunseok was during their summer party. Minjeong’s dad was always big on neighborhood parties, always inviting people for barbecues and picnics during games or holidays.
“You’re coming, right?” Minjeong asked.
“Of course! I go, like, every year.”
“Cool, your mom’s coming, too?”
“I think,” You told her, “she loves hanging out with your parents. Not so sure about my dad, he’s doing a lot of overtime for time off in autumn.”
“Okay.”
You were excited to see what they’d do this year. It’s never terribly exciting, but you saw how much they loved hosting parties and you couldn’t help but anticipate what they’d do.
When their party came, you made sure to walk over early. The weather was unbearably hot so you wore one of your shorter sundresses. Even the thought of wear shorts felt unbearable in this weather.
When you arrived, Minjeong’s mom answered the door. She wasn’t too surprised at you arriving early, you always offered to help her with these parties.
“You’re too kind, y/n. I can’t keep letting you help me.” She laughed.
“Even just setting up the tables, I really don’t mind.”
Her mom guided you to the kitchen, “When it’s time you can help move the food to the tables, nothing more. You like to help too much.”
You laughed, sitting down to watch her finish cooking before the party began.
Slowly more neighbors came by, you helped her move the food and talk to people as they walked around. You found Minjeong with her dad talking while he grilled outside. You made your way towards them, catching Eunseok walk outside. He was in the corner of your vision, youou tried to not notice him, turning completely away to not even glance at him.
You talked with Minjeong while watching her dad before she remembered her mom asked her to do something.
“She never gets mad when you’re near.” Minjeong held onto your arm as she walked the two of you into the house.
You laughed while feeling Minjeong’s hands hold onto you, she was walking so quickly to outrun her mom. In the corner of your eye you saw Eunseok walk closer, maybe towards you or to his dad.
Before anyone could notice, you helped Minjeong set up the last bits of decor out. Setting some things away before laying out throw blankets and tidying up the coffee table. You wondered how she was able to miss this, what was she busy doing that she couldn’t put away magazines and tv remotes.
You stepped back, finished with the last chore Minjeong needed help with when you felt someone bump into your back. It wasn’t hard, just enough to push you forward and feel something cold touch your back.
“I’m so sorry.”
Minjeong’s mom spoke as she ran to grab a napkin, helping dab the stain setting in. It was in such an awkward area, too, right along your backside.
“I have a jacket you can cover up with.” Eunseok appeared behind the scene.
“It’s far too hot.” Minjeong said.
“It’s not that bad.” You said.
“I don’t mind.”
“Thank you, Eunseok,” His mother said, “the stain is a little bright.” She said to you.
You nodded, following Eunseok towards his bedroom. Walking past a mirror, you noticed how large and pigmented the spot was. Walking into his room, Eunseok pushed you against his wall, lips pressing into yours as he groped at your breasts.
“I thought we were grabbing a jacket?”
“Your tits look to good in this.”
Eunseok leaned down, lips pressing into your collarbones and the fleshy top of your breasts. His hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you even closer.
“You’re making me horny.” He confessed.
“Jerk off, then.”
“Can we please fuck?”
“I said you could jerk off, then.”
Eunseok couldn’t let you win at these bratty comments, “Oh you wanna watch me jerk off again, that’s it.”
You laughed, “I just want something to cover up with, you’re the only demanding I use your stuff.”
You’re able to leave his grasp, opening his closet to look through it. Eunseok walked behind you, hands holding your waist to distract you from your search.
“God, everything you own is a sweatshirt and hoodie.”
He ground his erection into your ass, his breathing growing ragged against your ear.
“You’re gonna get caught.” You warn him.
“Please, it’ll be so quick.”
You roll your eyes, not caring while you move to look through his jackets.
“Five minutes.”
“I’m sure you can cum in four.” You snap.
“I’ll do all the work.” He offered, “Please.”
You grab a lighter jacket, the thinnest one he had before pulling it on.
“We might have three minutes.”
Eunseok pulled you into him, pushing you into the wall before pulling your panties down. He was close to tearing them before you pulled them off of one leg, lifting it for him to thrust into you.
Grabbing his hair, you pulled him closer to you, “Don’t fucking cum in me.”
Eunseok nodded, feeling a mix between fear and excitement from your sudden dominance. He pushed in, sighing as he bottomed out before quickly thrusting into you. Your walls felt so tight, so warm around him. He was in heaven, moving to rub your clit as you leaned against the wall.
“Can I see your tits?”
You groaned, pulling your dress down to pop your breasts out. He leaned down, as far as he could, to kiss and suck onto your breasts. Moaning into your skin as he moved faster into you.
“Feels good?” You asked.
“Mmm.” He bit his lip, trying to not moan loudly.
“I asked you something.”
“You feel so good.” Eunseok’s voice was desperate, wanting to cum in you so badly but he knew he shouldn’t.
You liked how desperate he looked, finally feeling a similar dominance he’s shown. You didn’t mind him fucking you but seeing him submit and whine about needing you was a sight you’ve wanted to see for a while.
“No one knows you’re such a slut for me.” He groaned, thrusting faster into you.
Your hand moved up, lacing your fingers into his hair before gripping his scalp and pulling his down towards you.
“And no one knows you’re pussy whipped for me.”
“I could leave you like this.” He threatened.
“And you wouldn’t get to cum.”
“Fuck you.” He spat.
Eunseok sped up, pumping himself into you before rubbing your clit faster. You could barely hold your leg up, feeling your hip muscles begin to cramp.
“Eunseok, switch.”
“What?”
“I need to switch positions.”
“Fuck.”
Eunseok pulled out, seeing you pull your panties back up and turning to face the wall. Your face pressed into the wall as he pushed back in, hands holding your hips and squeezing your ass. His pace was faster, you were so close to cumming you felt your hips rocked into his before your orgasm hit you like a freight train.
You bit your hand, smelling his jacket as Eunseok thrusted a few more times, feeling your walls swallow him up. He pulled out, shooting his cum into your panties before walking away. Watching you pull your panties back on and adjust your dress, he walked closer and pulled you into a kiss. You bit down onto his lip, making Eunseok pull away.
“You came in my underwear.” Your face was filled with anger.
“You said not to cum inside.”
“So you cum in my underwear?” Your voice raised lightly, making sure Eunseok heard exactly how mad you were at him.
“We should head back.” He walked out.
“You fucking dick.”
Eunseok let you catch up, leaning in to whisper, “Actually you enjoy fucking my dick.”
“And yet every time we’ve fucked it’s because you can’t stay far from me.”
You both walked away when seeing the crowds of people. You meet up with Minjeong, snacking on the food her mom made before hanging outside.
“It’s weird smelling Eunseok on you.”
You feel a shock run through your body before laughing.
“I forgot I’m wearing his jacket.” You try to play off the nervousness in your stomach.
Minjeong laughed, “How? He smells so… Eunseok.”
“When you’re forced to wear something of his you get a little nose-blind.”
Minjeong nodded.
“I’ll lend you some perfume later.”
You laughed, “Thanks.”
When it turned sunset, most of the guests began leaving, whether for work or being there long enough, you were one of the few people left.
“It’s late, don’t worry about helping us.” Her mother laughed.
“It’s really no problem.”
“Oh, here’s some extras I saved for your family. I’m not trying to push you out, but don’t worry about staying to help us.”
You took her bag of leftovers, your mom did love her cooking, “Thank you.”
“Ah, Eunseok.” His mother called, “Could you drive y/n home.”
“That’s not necessary, mrs.-”
“It’s fine, let me get my keys.” Eunseok said.
You noticed Minjeong give him a suspicious look. You followed Eunseok towards the door as you both left.
“You really don’t have to.”
“It’s not a problem.”
You stayed silent, walking towards his car before getting in. The drive was relatively quiet, just the sound of the tired moving onto the road as he drove the short distance to your house. He parked in your driveway, your parents must still be working with how empty it is.
“Can I come inside?”
“You ask that question a lot.”
“Fuck off, you’ve only ever let Minjeong inside your house.”
“You’ve never cared to come by before.”
You unbuckled your seatbelt, grabbing at the bag of food.
“Sure.” You stepped out of his car.
Eunseok followed you, watching you unlock your front door and letting him inside. He wasn’t sure what the inside of your house was supposed to look like, he just knew Minjeong hung out here a lot. You walked to your kitchen to set the food down, walking back to Eunseok as he looked around.
“Do you like the decor?” You asked.
Eunseok let out an airy laugh, “It’s not terrible.”
You remembered you were wearing his jacket still, pulling it off before attempting to hand it to him.
“Can I see your room?”
His question surprised you.
“Why would you care what my room looks like.”
“You’ve been in mine a few times.”
“Not voluntarily.” You deadpanned.
“Y/n.”
“Fine, follow.”
He followed you towards your room, taking note of the wall decor around your hallways. Opening your door for him, Eunseok was almost surveying your room. Noting your posters, closet, bookshelf. Looking for the little things he could to understand you better. What color sheets you had, what plushies decorated your room, the books on your desk and in your bookshelf.
“Are you looking for something?” You asked.
“You’ve seen my room, I just wanted to see what stuff you had.”
“Never payed attention to your room, you usually try to put your dick in me before I can see anything.”
“That’s not true.” He laughed.
“I know you have a bed.” You thought for a second, “A closet. Maybe a computer?”
“You’ve never paid attention?”
“Your room was usually dark and you were putting your dick in me.”
You moved beside him, “What did you want to see. My copy of Pride and Prejudice?”
Eunseok faux laughed before pulling you into a kiss. His lips moved against yours slowly, feeling you and taking in the moment.
“Ah, you want to fuck me in my room now.”
“It’s the least I could do.”
He guided the two of you towards your bed. Leaning over you as you sat down and crawling on top. His hand moved down to feel at your breasts, groping them. His thumbs grazed your shoulders and hooking into the fabric before pulling it down.
Eunseok’s face moved down, kissing your neck and sternum before latching into your nipple. You sighed at the feeling of his lips on you. Your hand lacing into his hair as he pressed your boobs together, tongue dragging across both nipples before sucking them into his mouth.
“Can I take your dress off?”
You nodded, leaning up to unzip your dress and pull it off. Eunseok grabbed into your hips, gripping a fabric to pull it down, feeling your hips lift to help him. Seeing your stomach exposed, he realized he’s never seen your body in any good lighting. Seeing your skin how it should be seen.
Eunseok leaned in and kissed down your stomach, his hands holding your hips where your panties hung. He kissed over the fabric, thumb stretching over to rub your clit as your hips thrusted forward.
“You should be moving faster if you don’t want them to be suspicious.”
Eunseok looked up at you, seeing your brows scrunched in need and chest rising.
“I can come up with something.”
He pulled your underwear down, tossing it to the side before opening your thighs and leaning in. His fingers wrapped around your thigh and circled your clit, tongue lapping at your core. You relaxed into your bed, hips rocking against his mouth as he continued rubbing your clit. You were surprised, he’d usually have something to snap at you with but right now he’s just eagerly pleasuring you.
Seeing you in better lighting, Eunseok can see when your high is approaching far better. Watching your muscles tense and flex as he applied more pressure, watching you freeze and cum on his tongue. Eunseok crawled up, kissing your skin and leaving small, wet kisses before holding your face. Kissing you, you groaned at the taste of yourself, it was more pleasant than his cum but still foreign to you.
“Wanna ride?” He asked.
“Not really.”
You grabbed at his shirt, pulling it over his head before he started removing his pants. His dick was red, far redder than you’ve seen before. His precum was leaking everywhere as he pulled you to sit up.
“Can you please ride me?”
“Sure,” You caved in, “but tell me when you’re gonna cum, I still don’t want your cum in me.”
Eunseok laid against your pillow, it was far softer than his. Your whole bed was softer, your skin was softer, your hair was softer, even your insides felt soft.
“You okay?” You asked, hovering over his dick.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
You sunk down, feeling his dick fill you up. His eyes were stuck on the sight of your pussy swallowing him up, his hands gripping your hips tighter the lower you got. You held yourself up by his chest, Eunseok’s eyes watching your breasts push together as you slowly bounce up and down his length.
“Like the view?”
“Fuck off.” He spat.
His head fell back onto your pillow, feeling so good while your pussy was practically suctioning him up. The rhythmic tensing of your walls, squeezing and relaxing against his sore dick felt too good.
“Y/n.” He groaned, his hands gripping you tighter.
“Are you gonna cum already?”
“Go faster.”
“Why don’t you move? You’ve done it before.”
Eunseok glared at you, even in the midst of pleasure you find a way to sass him. His legs shifted, moving to thrust his hips into yours while you rode him. Hearing your sighs and watching you adjust to lean over him made Eunseok feel even better.
“Move up here.” He said.
“Why you wanna kiss me?”
“Get up here.”
You leaned down, shifting to lay closer to his face as he held you in place to kiss. Your forearm leaned beside his head, feeling his hand cradle your face as his hips stuttered and began thrusting faster.
“Mmm, I’m gonna cum.” You said, feeling Eunseok pull you closer.
He continued pumping into you, rolling you onto your side as he lifted your leg.
“Keep going.”
“Can I cum in you?”
“Eunseok.”
“Please, just once.”
You were so close, rubbing your clit as you felt your orgasm approach.
“Fuck, fine. You can cum in me.”
“Fuck.” He moaned.
Eunseok rolled you onto your back, hips crashing into yours even faster. He grabbed your hip to lift your lower half in the air, your legs locking together behind him as he pressed himself deep inside you.
Your fingers rubbed your clit and slowly felt your walls clench around him. You could feel his dick twitch inside you, your walls milking him as he came. You stayed there, both catching your breath while feeling for each other’s warmth.
“That felt good, right?”
You nodded, “Yeah, that was really good.”
Eunseok pulled out, watching the small trail of cum leak out of you before grabbing his clothes. You both dressed, a little more quietly than before.
Standing, “I can see myself out.”
“Oh,” You moved to grab his jacket, “don’t forget-”
“Keep it.”
“Eunseok.” You warned.
“You left something for me, I’ll leave something for you.”
warning: smut! protected sex, masturbation, cunnilingus, missionary -> doggy, pre explosion but we’re still adults! (<- not canon compliant)
wc: 3.3k
a/n: we did not make it to 5k 😔 but happy caleb day! i havent written anything long in a while so i hope this isnt buns
You’d think growing up in this annual heat meant you’d get used to it. Contrary to your previous thought, it was even harder to bear than your childhood.
The yearly visit to grandma was always nice but those visits were usually around the fall and winter, when you’d huddle together by her fireplace and cooking together in the kitchen. You were used to when her house wasn’t warm enough.
Polarizing compared to now, where the news reports triple digit heatwaves and every window opened to let some draft in. The usual memories of summer in Linkon were erasing the oven of a house grandma owned. The brick exterior was trapping all warmth inside, making you feel like you were being slow roasted.
You were in the living room, sat in front of the small window AC unit. The small breeze of coolant and your paper fan did something to cool you down but the back of your neck and small of your back still felt sweaty and overheated.
“Hogging the AC as always, pipsqueak.”
“Quiet, it’s too hot for this.”
Caleb laughed, sitting down beside you as you began waving your fan to cool the both of you down.
“Don’t you think it’d be easier to cool off in your own room?”
“Doesn’t hot air rise? You should know that, Caleb.”
Caleb humphed.
“So,” you turned to face him, “how’s the DAA treating you? Have you finished your hazing rituals?”
“They don’t do that, pips, that’s a hefty violation.” Caleb leaned in close to emphasize the word ‘hefty.’
“Makes me question if the Hunters Association’s doin’ the same to you.”
“No way, they’re strict but not bullies.”
“That’s good to hear.”
You’d almost forgotten how much the both of you have changed. Caleb’s been in the DAA for a good while now, grown way stronger. You remember how he’d tease you during the beginning of your training for the Hunter’s Association, your arms and legs were always sore as he’d tease you about overworking yourself.
Your look through your peripheral, seeing just how muscular Caleb’s gotten. He was always taller and wider than yours and his classmates but he’s bulked up so much. You’re sure his one bicep is two, almost three of your own.
“Still with me, pips?”
“Too hot, I’m spacing out.”
Your days have been passing by like that. As the Association’s training program went on summer vacation, you were thinking of how nice it’d be to go back home. Texting Caleb about visiting grandma always made him pop in and stay with you.
It’s only been a week but you honestly don’t know how much of this you can handle. It’s too hot, even at night. You’ve thankfully found some cooling pajamas but it’s still blistering hot. Even showering in ice cold water doesn’t do much.
You shower every night before bed, the hot weather turned the water lukewarm as you scrubbed your scalp with shampoo and lathered your skin with soap. After showering your hair would drip with semi-cold drops of water, something that could actually cool you down.
Wrapped in a towel, you walk back to your bedroom, dressing only in your underwear before lotioning your skin. Kicking on your window unit, you embrace the chills that form over your body as the lotion almost freezes your overheated skin.
A brief knock sounds on your door before it’s opened.
“Pips, you left-”
Caleb froze, seeing you only in your underwear, his eyes roamed over your exposed skin. He stopped at the curve of your hip before shutting the door.
“Sorry! You left your phone in the bathroom!”
You were too overheated to even remember to grab your phone.
“Thank you!”
You hear him walk away, his footsteps gradually disappearing before his door opened and closed. You walk over to your door, seeing your cellphone on the floor before grabbing it.
“Shit.” You say aloud.
You walk over to your closet, grabbing an oversized t-shirt to throw on. You sit back down in front of the unit, drying your hair with the breeze blowing out. The smell of coolant reminded you of growing up here, the long summers that were spent outside before cooling down in front of fans and AC vents.
Sat with your thoughts, the memory of Caleb walking in on you stuck no matter how much you tried distracting yourself. You saw the immediate blush, the scan over your body. The last thing you needed right now was the be hot from masturbating but too much was pulling you into that.
“Fuck it.”
Checking how dry your hair was, you turned the lights off, plopping into bed and trying your best to fall asleep. Blue balls be damned, you were not gonna get sweaty right after showering.
After an hour of tossing and getting up to cool off, you finally fell asleep. You were met with a dream of Caleb. Tank top, low rise jeans, towering over you as you were breathless in way less than him.
“Pips, I know it’s hot but really?”
His thumb swiped over your nipple. You could feel the tank top fabric stimulate your breast as he teased you.
“Caleb.” You grabbed at his arm, feeling how thick his arm muscles were.
“Look at you,” his eyes were blown out, almost like a predator catching it’s prey.
“Please,”
His hips slotted between yours, a heavy bulge grinding against your hips. You felt your hips move on their own, grinding up against him.
“Ca-”
You were woken up, overheated and sweating.
“-leb.”
Your chest began heaving, your underwear bordering on soiled as you threw your blanket off. When did you put that on you?
You grabbed your phone. 3:47 am. You fell back against your bed, might as well masturbate now.
You threw off your underwear and shirt, fully exposed as your fingers swiftly circled your folds. God, you were soaked. Nothing even happened and you’re drenched. You felt your essence drip down onto your bed, making you whine before pushing your fingers in.
“Mmm.”
Your free hand circled your clit, feeling the muscle become slippery between your fingers. Small noises slipped out of your mouth, knowing it’s so late gave you some confidence that no one was up to hear you.
Your legs folded, adding a little pressure to your stomach as your fingers sped up.
“There,” you moaned.
You felt a fire spread throughout your body, burning you up before that cold-hot orgasm hit. Your skin rippled in goosebumps as you lost your breath, gasping for air as you relaxed.
Knock. Knock.
“Pips, are you alright?”
You almost choked as a gasp of air was caught in your throat.
“Yes!” You replied, scurrying for your clothing.
You quickly pulled your damp panties back on and threw your t-shirt on.
“Can I come in?”
“Don’t.” You spoke too fast, he’ll be suspicious.
“You sounded like you were having a nightmare or something, are you sure?”
“Yeah, Caleb, I’m fine.”
You heard him let go of the doorknob, “Okay.”
His footsteps gradually faded, you fell against your bed as you found it impossible to sleep that night.
As summer blossomed, the heat got worse. Nearly weeks of 100 to 105 degree weather, making it so uncomfortable or nearly impossible to sleep. As your sleep turned worse, the thought of waking Caleb up to help you sleep become more apparent. As nice as that sound, you wouldn’t wanna disturb him, it must be unbearable for him, too.
As you got ready for another night of fitful sleep, you felt Caleb drag you to his bedroom.
“It’s too hot,” you complained.
“Yeah but your eyebags keep getting worse and I’m worried about you.”
Caleb had a few cooling blankets laid out on his silk sheets.
“I prepared something so it was easier to sleep for you.”
He help you close, even though his body heat was warm the cool bedding below you helped drift you into slumber. You’d thought sleeping in the same bed as Caleb was something you’d only want to remember doing before the age of 13, but as you relax against him everything felt too good to not enjoy. His cologne is everywhere, his arms feel protective around you, as you fell asleep you lay your head against his shoulder as you drift off.
Maybe being surrounded by Caleb before bed wasn’t such a good idea because you dreamt of him again. The same one of him clad in a tank top and jeans, cheekily leaning over you as you dripped in your shorts as Caleb teased you. You’d whine as you always did and your hips chased his as you wanted to grab as him and kiss him.
You woke up against, chest heaving and underwear soaked as you felt disoriented. You looked around, seeing walls that weren’t familiar and a masculine smell you’d never spray in your bedroom. Sobering up you realized you weren’t in your own bed. Fuck.
You felt Caleb pull you against him chest. Sometime at night you’d turned away from him, so his chest was against your back.
“You okay, pips? I thought you were having a nightmare at first.”
“At first,”
You felt your face heat up, embarassment and disgust turning your stomach.
“I’m sorry.” You wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.
“Don’t apologize, things like this happen.” His hand rubbed your exposed arm.
“I was worried until you,” His words drifted off, unsure if you wanted to hear what your unconscious body was doing.
“I should-“
Caleb held you close, pulling you against him as you tried leaving his bed.
“Don’t. Please.”
Caleb kissed the top of your head, “If it makes you feel better, I’ve had those dreams, too.”
You grabbed his hand, squeezing it nervously, “About who.”
Your irritation was obvious. Even barely awake you couldn’t stand the thought of Caleb dreaming of someone else.
“You.”
You could hear the amusement in his voice.
“I really thought you were having some bad fever dream until you said my name,” he confessed, “and you just sounded so cute.”
Your heart pounded in your chest. Was he really saying this or were you dreaming right now?
You turned to face him, embarassment making you bury your face into his chest. You could feel his hands rub your shoulder, moving down to your waist. Each inch towards new territory made your body shake, a shiver running up and down your spine.
“You can leave but only if you really wanna.”
You shook your head, feeling your heart pound so strongly he could probably feel it.
“I do wanna stay, I just,”
How can you say it? You were biting your bottom lip, searching for the right words to say.
“Take as long as you need.” Caleb reassured you.
He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head then to your temple and onto your cheekbone.
“Caleb,”
“What?”
“I wanna say but I’m scared I care too much to say it out loud.”
Caleb pulled you closer, almost cheek to cheek with him, “I think that’s always been our problem. Too close to let anything happen but never close enough to let anything fade.”
You felt him press kisses along your face, mostly along your cheeks and slowly inching towards your lips. God, why couldn’t he be faster with this.
You tilted your head, lips crashing against teeth before you pulled away giggling. His hearty laugh reminding you of all the things you love about him.
Your hand moved to his cheek, “Kiss me, please.”
“That’s never been something you’ve begged for,” he laughed, “you’ve always demanded kisses from me.”
“Stop,” you laughed.
Caleb shifted to half lean over you, “You used to wait outside my door for goodnight kisses and goodbye kisses.”
Caleb leaned down, kissing you slowly before melting into the bed. Your fingers laced through his hair, holding him in place.
For as chaste that they started, the longer you kissed the more desperate it became. Caleb had his arms caging you under him, your tongues already molding against each other, softs moans and whines leaving your mouth. You could feel his erection poke at your core but only you were grinding against him. Soaked panties drenching his boxers as you two kissed.
“Y/n,”
“Caleb,”
Your mouth traveled from Caleb’s mouth down to his neck. Desperately biting and nipping onto his skin, anything to finally mark him as yours. Years of pining and yearning, finally coming together to claim him as yours.
“Y/n, I don’t want to stop but-“
“Please don’t.” You swore your voice would’ve broken, “Please, we both have waited too long for something like this.”
“Okay, it’s okay, pips. I just want us to be on the same page. And before we continue with anything we gotta be a little quieter, you know there’s a third person in the house.”
You felt a whine escape you, still pressing kisses onto Caleb as his hands rested onto your waist.
“Sometimes I do wish it was just us, no one else in the world to bother us.”
Caleb laughed, “And for right now, that wish can come true.”
He leaned over over, pulling your legs around his hips before pulling his shirt off. Your lips were already sore, probably red and swolen, but you swore nothing was stopping you from this. Too long have you both been waiting for something to blossom between the two of you.
As you felt his hips sink against yours, feeling the full weight of Caleb’s erection against you, you couldn’t stop squirming. Glossy lips melting together as your panties ground against him.
You felt Caleb’s hands pull at your shirt, pulling it off before flinging it across his room. His large hands cupping your breasts before his lips trailed down, nipping and sucking along your skin. Latching onto your nipple, Caleb swirled his tongue around, loving the sounds that sang from you. The tight grip your fingers had on his hair, the constant grind from your hips, and even if there wasn’t any taste the feeling of you on his tongue was indescribable.
Caleb moved down, holding your legs open as he stared at your soaked panties.
“Always had a bad habit of wearing too little to bed.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss right on top of your clothed clit. Your thighs jerked to close around his head. Tongue poking out to tease your folds.
“So sweet.”
His tongue was so warm, warmer than any toy or either of your hands could mimic. Warm and wet as Caleb practically drooled over your pussy. He pulled your panties down, tongue quick to slot itself between your folds.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, eyes beaming up at you. He looked so eager to please you, like it was just as satisfying to him as it was to you.
“You’re so good at this, Caleb.”
“I can help you finish,” before his head could dip down again you pulled him back up.
“Please, I’d love that but I need you more.”
Caleb crawled up, “Are you sure?”
You nod, hands already grabbing at his boxers. He pulled them down, his erection bobbing before pointing outward. He was incredibly girthy, an almost purple-red tip that was already leaking everywhere as he lined up with your folds.
“Wait, fuck,” He said. “I don’t have any condom.”
“Just pull out, please.”
You swore you never needed dick this badly. You needed him here and now.
“Pips,”
“Oh!” you sat up.
“Wait here, I might have some.”
You walked over, feeling his hand grab your arm.
“Why do you have condoms?” He asked.
“The hunter’s training program gave them out, they wanted us to stay safe.”
“Okay,”
You threw on your t-shirt and crept back into your bedroom, walking towards your dufflebag and searched for the foil packs.
“Yes!”
You grabbed at the two condoms you had, you’d been giving them to your friends after they ran through theirs.
Slowly walking back to Caleb’s bedroom, you showed him the condoms before getting back on the bed.
“Only two?”
“I had friends who were crazy during our training.”
Caleb rolled the condom on and slid his tip between your folds. He was so big, almost too big. Grabbing your hand, he pressed into you and slowly sank inside.
“Caleb,” your head fell against his pillow.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, not at all.” You looked down at how far he’s pushed in, “I feel so full and you’re not even halfway in.”
Caleb leaned in and kissed you. Slowly pushing in as his lips moved against yours. Your nails pressed into his shoulders, small crescents marking his skin as he stretched you impossibly wide. Feeling his skin connect with yours, hip bones pressed against your thighs, you felt stuffed.
You could already feel your hips try to grind against his, slowly rocking to feel his length move inside you. His hands planted themself onto your hips.
“Y/n, you have to stay still, even just a minute.”
“It feels too good, please move, even just slowly.”
You felt Caleb slowly pull out, it was agonizing. Too gentle, taking his time to remove everything but his tip. But the push back in made it worth it.
“Caleb,” you mewled.
“Keep it down,” he whispered.
Slowly, but surely, Caleb’s rhythm sped up. From a snail’s pace to a steady flick of his hips, you found it far more pleasurable but far more difficult to contain yourself.
“God, you’re clenching too much.”
Caleb’s thrusts would stutter and push a little more than he’d usually let. Clamping around him, you’d pull him closer before begging to go faster.
“Please, Caleb.”
“Fine, I’ll do you one better.”
He flipped you around, letting your face fall into his pillow and he pressed your thighs together between his legs. You were drenched, folds so wet it was easy to slip inside you. He pulled your hips up, finally pumping into you at a faster pace.
Just as Caleb suspected, you started getting loud. Hands gripping his pillow, moaning spilling out from under him, and a wet ‘schlick’ sound echoing from between your thighs. He held your hips tightly, thighs almost pressing yours together even tighter, feeling you in this position was even better than he’d expected. His only wish was to last a minute longer.
But feeling his legs hold yours together, the rocking from his thrusts, your thighs were already stimulating your clit and you were more than sure your orgasm was a few thrusts away.
“Caleb,” You turned your head to the side, face red and twisted in pleasure, “Caleb, please, I’m gonna cum.”
“Already?”
He leaned down, thrusting even faster. Your moans were broken by the way he shook you, each pump rocking you forward and wobbling your voice.
Easily, you felt that knot snap and clench around him. Both of you grabbing onto to each other and holding, gripping each other to stay as impossibly close as you could. You could feel his dick twitch, cumming in the condom as you squeezed around him.
Finally letting go, you both fell against the bed, gasping for air and relaxed into the mattress.
“Are you okay?”
Caleb rubbed your back, still laying flat on your stomach. You nodded, looking over at him.
“I’m so exhausted but I’m good.”
“Let me get something for you to clean up.”
Caleb pulled himself up, walking to the bathroom to grab a rag. Coming back he rolled you onto your back, wiping you clean before helping you dress.
“Stay here,” He said.
“I don’t know if my legs even work,” you joked.
Caleb pulled you close to him, throwing a thin blanket over the two of you.
“Did you have anything you wanted to do tomorrow?” He asked, watching you already drift off to sleep.
“Sleep in, complain about the heat.”
Caleb laughed, kissing your forehead before drifting off himself.
Warning: smut! unprotected sex, oral, both are lowkey virgins, sylus is more of a sub in the first half, also he’s a hashtag eater and hashtag biter
Wc: 2.3k
A/n: i love his myth so much lol anyways this was gonna be two parts but im not doing all of that, first half is based around this tiktok i saw
Past nightfall, past the peak of Tarus’ nightlife below you, you found yourself wrapped up in the animal furs and loomed blankets decorating your area of the cavern. You rested soundlessly as the fire beside you illuminated the cave, drawing tall shadows and kept you warm.
Sylus was stalking the grounds, trying to distract himself and find some way to alleviate his problem. The strain in his pants kept him from laying down and sleeping it off. Walking around helped keep his mind busy but it also stimulated Sylus enough to want more.
He sighed before sitting beside you, watching the subtle twitches you made while deep in slumber. He wanted to wake you, ask for help with his problem but he also thought he could just figure it out himself.
Sure his claws always hurt whatever they touched, be it himself or you, but they should do.
Unconsciously Sylus nudged you. A small push to see just how deeply you were asleep. He watched the way your hands twitched, curling around nothing as you continued sleeping. His thoughts were flooded with the sight and possible feel of them.
The longer you lived together, the more comfortable Sylus became with your touchy behavior. At first it annoyed him but now he almost craved feeling your warm palms flatten against him. The careful touches you gave when cleaning his wounds, wiping away blood before cleaning him with alcohol. The light massages you rub into his skin when spreading a salve onto his arm. The soft touches of your fingers grazing his hair when you’d place flowers along his horns.
Sylus especially remembers the plumpness of your hands the few times he’s bitten them. Gently sinking his teeth into the flesh of your palm when you’d tease him. He remembered the way you laughed as he lightly grazed his canines against your palm, you claimed it tickled more than it scared you.
How he wanted those hands to touch more of him. Run up and down his torso, squeezing and feeling all of him before sinking lower. Grabbing at what was yours and squeezing your fingers around him. To overtake him and claim him.
“Sylus.” You groaned.
Sylus looked down to see he was nudging you more, already waking you up.
“I need help.” He confessed.
You sat up, barely able to open your eyes as you tried looking over Sylus. Your shadow was covering most of his torso, barely able to see him crouched down beside you with his cheeks flushed.
“What happened? Did you get hurt?”
“No, I-”
Sylus paused, embarrassment and nervousness already overpowering him.
“What happened?” You pressed. Your eyes were still focusing, trying to wake yourself up, “You can tell me.”
He let out an airy laugh, “I really don’t know how to tell you.”
“Show me.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, growing mad at his sudden shyness. If he was able to wake you up why couldn’t he tell you why.
Sylus looked away, feeling his face burn into a rosier shade of pink. He nervously grabbed your hand, guiding it down towards the strain in his pants.
“Oh.”
Your voice jumped higher, pure shock emitting from you.
Sylus began standing, “I shouldn’t ha—”
“It’s fine, come back.”
You grabbed at his hand, holding Sylus there before he knelt down again.
“Come here.”
You pulled his closer, crossing your legs to welcome him into your nest of blankets and pelts. Sylus settled into the warm cocoon you’d been sleeping in. You shifted closer, sitting along the lower end of his thighs.
“I tried fixing it myself.” He explained.
“Not with your claws, I hope.”
“Yeah.”
His eyes kept shifting around, looking over at you then his erection, then towards the fire.
You hesitated, slowly moving your hands from his arms towards his chest. You don’t know if you were trying to stall or tease him.
“Please.” He whined.
There was a desperation in his voice, a strain that echoed in your mind.
Your hand moved down towards his pants and helped him out of his constraints. Sylus hissed as he was freed from his trousers, finally able to relax as he kicked his pants off of his legs.
Sylus leaned closer, his claws wrapping around your arms before pulling you into him. Your lips collided, bruising and clashing until you found a rhythm. Your hands moved down, feeling at his groin before wrapping around his dick.
You heard him gasp loudly, barely recovering before his lips were back on yours. Your hands gently wrapped around him before moving up and down.
“Tighter.”
Your hand shook a little, nerves going haywire before gripping Sylus tighter and jerking him better.
“Just like that.” He moaned.
You lifted your hand towards his tip, jerking and swirling around his precum to better lubricate the rest of his length. His mouth moved from your lips towards your shoulder, kissing and nipping along your neck and collarbones.
You felt Sylus begin to buck him hips into your hand.
“Don’t stop.”
You timed your movements with his hips, colliding with his pelvis and feeling his dick grow more wet.
“More.”
Sylus pulled your mouth into his, teeth clashing against your lips and his tongue poked out to lick into your mouth.
“Please.”
You couldn’t say no to him, not when he’s whining so desperately like this.
“What more do you want?” You asked.
“Can you use your tongue?”
You gave Sylus a last kiss before moving down, your hand still moving along his length as his hips rolled into your hands faster. Sylus leaned back onto the pile of blankets, watching you trail further down his body.
You gripped onto his dick, holding him still before leaning down and licking around his tip. You heard a high whine escape him, leaning down more to watch Sylus fall apart as your continued teasing his tip with your tongue.
“Please.”
You laid a light kiss along his tip, “You asked for my tongue, what more do you want?”
“I wanna feel more of your tongue.”
“More?”
“Please.”
For once in his life, Sylus felt like prey. A mixture of adrenaline and fear creeping up his spine, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. He’s never been more at your mercy.
You leaned down, licking a stripe up from the base of his dick to swirl around his tip. His hips bucked into your mouth, you held his hips down before pushed his tip into your mouth, sucking around it as Sylus began moaning more.
You couldn’t get too much of him into your mouth, Sylus was far too thick and too long, but what you could made him shake from pleasure. Your hand continued squeezing and twisting around his base as your tongue teased his slit.
Looking up, you saw just how flushed and desperate he was. Trying so hard to not buck his hips upward, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, almost drawing blood, to keep his moans down.
“Fuck, fuck, a little more.”
You continued, popping him out of your mouth before using your thumb to tease the tip of his penis.
Sylus was sweaty, his hips were twitching into your hands. His eyes shut tightly before he leaned back and came, a loud moan escaping his chest as he shot thick ropes of cum onto you.
You were quick to wrap your lips around his tip, feeling him coat your mouth in his cum as you helped Sylus come down from his high, pumping his length until he was empty. Swallowing as much as you could, you wiped the excess off of your face.
Slowly, you crawled upward, savoring that blissed out expression Sylus had as you cradled his face in your hands. He slowly came to his senses, watching him travel from a flushed, empty-headed man to his usual alert, sharp dragon.
“Since you had so much fun, mind helping me out?”
Even in his daze, Sylus flipped you over. Your head was met with the soft furs below you, feeling Sylus bite down onto your neck before his hands ripped at your nightgown. Everything felt overwhelming, his hot tongue dragging along your pulse, the cool air prickling your skin, his sharp hands trailing down your waist.
Sylus nipped and dragged his fangs against your collarbones and breasts. Sucking along your nipples before grazing his teeth against them. Your fingers ran through his hair, occasionally gripping onto the white hair as he nipped along your skin.
Your thighs trembled with every movement he made. By the time Sylus was nipping at your stomach, his hands grabbing either your hips, your legs were already closing around him, locking Sylus in place. He drug his hands down and stretched you open, exposing your heat to him.
Sylus looked down at you, memorizing the way your folds were soaked, the way your chest rose and fell, the twitch in your legs as he slowed down. Agonizingly, Sylus leaned down and gave a cautionary lick up your folds. Your legs twitched, attempting to close around him only to feel his arms hold them open.
Sylus adjusted, settling his face lower and directly into your heat. Flicking and dragging his tongue along you, swirling around your clit as your hands grabbed at his shoulders. He felt your hips roll against his face, already moaning for him.
“You like?”
You whined, feeling hot and sweaty as Sylus took his time lapping at your core. Your hands pushed him further up, grinding him against your clit.
He leaned down, pushing his nose into your clit, “That’s what’s getting you like this.”
“Yes!”
Sylus didn’t waste a second, drinking you up as his nose bumped your clit before using his tongue to swirl the nub. He liked the grip your hands had on him, he liked how demanding you were, forcing his head here and there. If he could, he’d spend hours here.
You were laying back and curling up, alternating between relaxing and straining your neck. Sylus looked so good between your thighs, staring up at you with blown out pupils, the thinnest border of red surrounding his irises.
Your legs thrashed beside his head, folding and stretching out. Hips rolling against his face as Sylus pressed you down onto the bedding. Even while holding you down, you still found some way to move against him.
Even with your clouded mind, you felt grateful that the more you writhed against him the tighter Sylus pressed himself into you. Your legs grew tired, feeling a tight coil form in you. You were breathing faster, moaning louder before gripping onto the blankets beside you.
Your thighs closed around Sylus’ head, knuckles turning white as you moaned loudly. His tongue dragged against your entrance to drink up every last drop, slurping and sucking up your essence before you began pushing him away.
Slowly, your legs relaxed and your grip softened. You were still breathless, mouth hung open to take in as much oxygen as you could.
“Please, I want more.” You whined, “I’m needy, you’re hard again.”
Sylus chuckled, moving higher up your body. You grabbed his length, swiping it between your folds as Sylus stayed just out of reach to push inside you.
You whined, scooting down and closer to him.
“Weren’t you just pushing me away.”
“And now I want you back.”
You felt his hips pull away.
“Please.” You begged.
“You really want to do this?”
“Yes.”
Sylus leaned down, kissing you and rolling his hips against yours. You grabbed his dick to rub against your folds, wetting his length before he pressed his tip against your entrance.
Slowly, he pressed himself into you. His girth was stretching you so far you were gasping for breath. Sylus pulled out a touch before pressing further into you.
Your hands gripped his biceps as he continued plunging into your core.
“You’re fucking huge.” You said breathlessly.
Sylus tipped your head to face him, “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
Sylus pushed further, finally bottoming out. Feeling his hips kiss your thighs, you felt so full. Full in a way you’ve never been before. Sure you’ve used your fingers on yourself, but Sylus was stretching you far beyond what you thought was capable.
Sylus waited, letting you get used to this feeling before even asking for any signal of moving.
“Please, move.” You begged.
“Are you sure? You’re still clenching around me.”
“Please, it feels better now.”
Slowly Sylus pulled out, letting you feel just how empty your pussy is without him and right as his tip was the only thing left, he pushed all the way back in.
“Sylus.” You moaned.
“Do you want more?”
“Please.”
Sylus continued his pace, slow but strong thrusts that continued pushing you upwards. Your hands were grabbing at everything, holding onto his arms for stability, grabbing at his waist so he could go faster, gripping the back of his head.
His pace sped up a touch faster as Sylus looked down at how fucked out you already were. He leaned down, nestling his head into your shoulder. He could feel the heat from your face, feel the way your breasts bounced against his thrusts, he could smell the arousal swirling inside your blood. Lust and sex circling your body with each fast heart beat.
His hips moved faster, nestling his mouth against your shoulder as he lightly bit onto your skin. Mouth hung open as his teeth stayed in place. He felt that knot reappear, his hips moved on their own as he moved in and out of you. Teeth sinking further into your skin as he felt your nails claw at his back.
“There, there.” You chanted.
Sylus felt you squeeze around him, walls clamping around him as your nail drug down his back. His hips snapped against yours until he buried himself deep inside you, biting down as hard as he could. Both of you mindless rocked against each other, riding out your highs until you could relax.
Your nails leaving his skin, his mouth falling from your shoulder.
a/n: so... yall like the wishies? i started listening to them recently and i wanted to write a songfic for this but didnt know who to write then i thought "why not sion?"
also this is part one of a small series i'm doing :] i want to continue writing more elaborate things and i really loved the plot i was creating :D hopefully you all can enjoy this hehehe
song: Rain - Sunday (1994)
Sunday, 1991
Sunday mornings were spent with you rising far earlier than necessary. You felt your body naturally pull you awake as you looked at your alarm clock, 6:03, an hour earlier than necessary.
You pushed your blankets off of your body, feeling the cool air shock your body as you turned your alarm clock off. You moved to stand up, feeling your nerves shock from the your neck down to your ankles.
Mornings were humid but still cool, making the sticky air cling to your skin as you walked over to the bathroom to wash your face. You rinsed your face to got ready for your morning, feeling the cold water shock your system. You walked back to your bedroom, looking through your closet to search for the right dress to wear today.
Your parents were close to the pastor and his wife, close friends since childhood, and church was always something they stressed. A day for rest and to not forget the Lord, or something your dad said. You wouldn’t call yourself a big believer but church was able to offer sights for you to fixate on. You found the small, stuffy building to be enjoyable when your attention was focused on the pastor’s son as opposed to his sermon.
Peering around your closet, you saw all the clothes you’ve worn for the past month. The pink floral dress earlier in the month, the yellow blouse last week. Turning hangers over and checking more clothing you have yet to wear, you saw a white sundress. You believe your grandma made it, or maybe she bought it, but it was just the thing you needed.
It was modest enough for your mother to not worry about wearing a sweater with and because of the heat you’re sure she wouldn’t care for your lack of pantyhose with your ensemble.
The dress fit just right, zipping it up as you sat at your vanity, adding the tiniest bits of makeup, something your parents wanted to forbid in their house. Dabbing the faintest color to your lips, you fixed your hair as you heard the creaky door hinges echo, signaling your family waking up.
The drive was quick. Church was located in the middle of town, it was hard to miss the white lead paint and tall bell tower. As you stepped out of the car, smoothing out your dress, you looked around, seeing if you could get a glimpse of him.
Your family set their things down in one of the pews, walking over to make smalltalk with the other churchgoers. And elder of your town talked to you, asking how you’ve been, what new things your mother is doing. After some minutes talking you were able to excuse yourself outside.
The outside of the church was almost pungent in the smell of grass. Everyone was insistent on keeping any parking a good distance from the church, making the plot full of trimmed grass and wildflowers. The lack of trees surrounding the parish made the smell even stronger, especially during any rainy season.
You scooted past the families coming in, peering over the corner to spot Sion crouched. Stepping closer, your foot landed on a branch, giving you away.
“Babydoll.” Sion gave you a lopsided smile.
You felt your cheeks warm, Sion always called you that and it always made your stomach twist into knots. His back relaxed against the wood planks of the building, looking up at you with a relaxed expression, like he was waiting to see you specifically.
“Sion, what are you doing here? You should be inside.”
“I needed some space, I came in earlier but the pastor—”
He had a habit of calling his father “The pastor,” you wondered it if was to distance himself from his dad.
“—had some words for me.”
You crouched beside him, looking at his face better, “What do you mean?”
“Just some nasty words, don’t worry about it, doll.”
You gasped lightly, “Sion, that’s horrible, I should-”
“Don’t do anything. It’s not worth it. I knew he didn’t want to see me around, shouldn’t have tried.”
“You’re his son, that’s now how a father should act.”
“That’d be nice, babydoll, but not all men are as chivalrous as they seem.”
You frowned, worried he might leave after your chat.
“Are you gonna stay for the sermon? You can leave if you want.”
“I can stay, doll.”
“You will?”
“You seem so happy to see me, why would I go?”
You felt your face burn at his words, unsure of what to say.
“Y/n,” You heard your mother’s voice.
You stood up, looking over the edge of the building to see her.
“The sermon is starting soon, bring Sion in.” She whispered the last part.
“Your mom wants me?” He asked, chucking as he stood up.
“Seems like it.” You began walking towards the entrance.
Sion followed behind you. You took your place beside your mother as Sion sat next to you. Your parish never filled out all of the pews so it was easy to find a place anywhere. Something about his commitment to being next to you made you feel special.
You heard your father whisper something to your mother, low and mumbled. You’re sure it’s about Sion, there isn’t a week that goes by where he isn’t chastising him or warning you to stay far from him. You had no idea why your father hated Sion, sure he hung around some shady people but who cares? He’s a pastor’s son, why wouldn’t he be rebellious?
As the sermon started, you saw Sion’s father stare at him for a moment before beginning.
“For you are saved by the grace through faith,”
His voice echoed throughout the chapel, almost shaking the wood panels and bouncing along the walls as the sound traveled higher towards the ceiling.
“and this is not from yourselves; it is God’s gift. Ephesians 2:8,”
You tried paying attention to his sermon, but you were hyperaware of Sion beside you. Your body tensed every time he shifted and relaxed against the pew, your nose picking up the grassy smell of his t shirt before getting hints of his cologne beneath.
You kept your hands folded on top of your lap, your skirt draped over your legs that felt almost too short when sat down beside him. You heard parts of the sermon, most droning out of your ears as you heard the pastor quote different sections.
You felt Sion’s hand drape down and fall beside your leg. This wasn’t a distraction you needed. His hand never moved, just laying there almost threateningly. He had the chance to touch you but he didn’t, almost teasing you as he pretends to listen to his father. This was driving you crazy, feeling your heart race with every new movement he made.
When the sermon ended, everyone stood to talk before leaving. Your mother was talking to your neighbors as you stretched out your legs, feeling far more cramped than usual.
You saw Sion’s father pull him aside to say something, you saw briefly as someone pulled you into a conversation. You talked about how you were doing, what college you were planning on attending. Your conversation was well ended when they began discussing how whorish other women were, regardless of what university they attended that wasn’t your state college.
You nodded as they continued ranting about how many parties and unchristian things other people do, to watch out for the devil worshippers and those who pray on good christians. You sighed in relief as your mother called you over.
You said your goodbyes before walking with your mother. Piling into the car, your father drove to the local diner. Something your town often did after church. Getting there early, you could see how empty the restaurant was before the herd of families arriving.
Your family sat at a table, ordering food, and saying grace before anything arrived.
“Sion was there the whole service today.” Your mother commented.
You nodded timidly, worried of what your father would say.
“He sure was.” Your father commented.
“It’s nice, he might be coming around to fill in his father’s job.”
You stayed silent, waiting for your waitress to come around and provide a distraction.
“That boy is far from faith.”
“Oh, come on, he can learn.”
Luckily, your food arrived. Now you could eat in almost silence.
“Dad, some of my friends wanted to meet for a bible study group.”
“How good, are they meeting today?” Your mother asked.
“Yes, they mentioned meeting up at the library.” You smiled.
“As long as that boy isn’t there.”
“Didn’t you just say he’s ‘Far from faith’?” Your mother laughed.
“He’s never been interested in any bible study, dad.”
You let out a dry laugh, finishing up your plate. When you left, your father drove you to the library, watching you enter the building before driving off.
Walking past the front counters, you made your way into the back section. You were grateful for how well the shelves hid the back sections from the front doors, anyone peering in would mostly see the front aisles and study tables.
Turning into the hidden nook, you saw Sion sitting against the wall with his walkman laid on his stomach. Seeing you arrive, he stopped the tape, taking the earphones off.
“Why do we meet here, again?”
You sat beside him, “Because no one in town would believe you’re using a library.”
“Right.” He nodded.
He put his walkman in his jacket pocket, you shifted to face him.
“What did your dad say?”
Your eyebrows scrunched in embarrassment, you shouldn’t pry into his business.
“What?”
“He said something after the sermon.” You asked.
“Something about attending church more.” He leaned further into the wall, “I need to make appearances for him, something about reputation.”
“Oh.” Your gaze moved to the carpet.
“You know,” Sion’s hand grasped your chin, pulling your attention to him.
“I have a fight later.”
“Sion, you need to stop that.” You pulled his hand from your face.
“I’m not fighting, I have someone I’m betting on.”
“Sure you do.”
“I’d like for you to be there.” He leaned in, giving you an earnest smile.
“You want me to attend one of your fights?”
“You’re my good luck charm.”
“Sion.” You sighed.
“It’s early this time. Seven.”
“My dad won’t believe I’m at bible study for that long.”
“You can bring a friend, make it believable.”
Your face tensed, thinking of what to do.
“Or,” Sion said, “I could sneak you out.”
“That’s an even worse idea.”
“You can come up with something.” He smirked at you.
“Where is it?”
“Abandoned factory.”
Sion leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“I can get Camille or someone.” You say, wondering if you even could.
“Thank you, doll.”
He pulled you closer, laying on your hip to face him. He pressed a kiss on the corner of your mouth before holding your chin to press one against his lips. Your hand held onto his shoulder, stabilizing yourself from how dizzy you felt.
Pulling away, he begin kissing down to your neck.
“We’re in public.”
“Library on a Sunday, no one’s here.” He continued pressing kisses down to your collarbone, his hand cupping your breast.
“Librarians.”
“You act like we’re fucking.” He chuckled.
You pulled his hand from your breast, “Then why are you touching?”
Sion smirked before kissing your lips again. Pressing a long kissing against you, his hands wrapping to your back. Your hand moved to his neck, steadying yourself as he pulled you into his lap.
“Sion.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
His hand moved from your hip to your waist, holding you against him as you continued to kiss. His plush lips moving against yours in a slow rhythm. Your hands were holding onto his shoulders, grounding yourself as you felt yourself get lost in him. Your hands alternated between tightening and relaxing against him, feeling overwhelmed as he kissed you.
Pulling away, Sion trailed down to your jaw and neck. His nose engulfed in your scent as his teeth lightly scraped your skin, feeling your pulse crash against his teeth.
“Don’t leave a mark.” You groaned.
“I never do.”
You could feel his smirk along your skin.
“I mean it.”
Sion trailed back up, kissing your cheekbone, temple, forehead before landing a final kiss on your lips.
“Sometimes you really hate having fun.” He laughed.
After your two hours together, you both left the library. Sion walking to his car and you walking home.
Arriving home, you greeted your parents before heading to your room. Laying in your bed, you thought of how you were going to sneak out to go to Sion’s fight. You felt your heart race, most teenagers snuck out, it can’t be that hard.
You could say you’re helping Camille with something. Or Giselle asked to go somewhere with you. You could think of something, you’re sure.
Soon your mother called you down for dinner. You sat down, seeing your mother plate your food before handing one plate to your father. As she sat down, you all held hands and said grace.
As you all ate, your mother mentioned your friend, Karina.
“She called earlier, mentioning some kind of get together tonight.”
Did Sion get Karina to help you sneak out?
“Oh?” Your father asked.
“Yeah,” You said “she and some of my other friends are getting together before she moves out of town. Karina has a whole list of things to do before she leaves.”
“That’s nice.” Your mother says.
“A whole list involving what?” Your father asked.
“She did plan a sleepover, we haven’t done those since middle school.” You mention.
“She also wanted to take some pictures, go sightseeing and keep some pictures of here in case she gets homesick. I think she wanted to get some recipes from people, too.”
Your father nodded, “After dinner.”
You smiled, taking another bite of food as you wondered what Sion was up to.
After dinner, you washed the plates and cleaned the table, guilt creeping in as you wondered how well this plan could be pulled off.
“Don’t let us keep you, go out.” Your mother said.
“Be home before midnight.” Your father said.
“I will.” You assured him.
Checking your watch, it was 6:53, you began walking towards the building Sion mentioned. It was farther than usual and while you loved being punctual, none of these fights ever started on time.
You saw Karina, sat on the steps of your local convenience store.
“Y/n!”
You jogged over to her.
“Sion got you to call my mom?”
“Sorta, I would like us to get together for something before I leave. But tonight we’re seeing that fight.”
“You’re gonna see some guys hit each other for an hour?” You questioned.
“It’s about the experience, people always talk about it.” She laughed.
You two began walking together, you could see the tall factory behind some buildings.
“My parents are gonna ask what we’re doing.” You say.
“Lists or something. We, uh,” Karina thought for a second.
“We were eating junk food and planning my final week in town.”
You nodded, “Thank you.”
“Of course.” She playfully hit your shoulder.
As you got closer, you saw Sion’s car parked, his prized ’70 Pontiac. You wondered where he got it from, he was always fixing something on it, changing the oil or fixing something under the hood.
Not too far from his car, you spotted Sion. Locking eyes, you smiled at him. He walked away from his friends, making his way towards you, a smirk plastering his face.
“I’m gonna go find Minjeong.” Karina said, walking towards the building.
“Okay, I’ll see you inside.” You waved goodbye.
As you and Sion stood in front of each other, he leaned down and kissed you.
“I missed you.” You smiled up at him.
“I’m sure you did, doll.”
You walked together, his arm slung over your shoulders as he led you into the building. You never liked going to these fights, too much violence for your tastes. You knew about them through your friends, usually hearing stories of people losing not only teeth but hundreds of dollars.
You never quite got the gambling aspect of it but maybe it was because you were never a gambler.
Entering the basement level of the building, it was a large room. A wide rectangular area with caution tape and traffic cones sectioning off a square for the fighting zone. There were a couple folding chairs facing the fighting area, most people standing and watching.
Sion took his jacket off, an old leather jacket he’s always worn. Placing it on your shoulders, you saw him glare around. Ah, possessiveness. You felt your lips tug into a smirk as he lead you to some seats. You two sat together, Sion looked around the area, searching for someone.
“Who is your fighter?” You ask.
“Sungchan.” He answered, focusing his attention on you, “Tall guy, real buff.”
“I didn’t think he’d fight.”
“Me neither but when given a paycheck, people can do a lot of things.”
Soon more people entered the basement, as the constant chatter continued it made the room grow humid and stuffy. You saw someone step inside the makeshift ring, hitting a cowbell to call everyone’s attention.
“Place your bets before the fight starts.”
Soon the fighters entered the ring, stepping over the caution tape and standing on different ends. You expected them to be dressed a little nicer. They wore t shirts and jeans, Sungchan having a denim jacket on. You wouldn’t expect them to fight in their regular clothing but here they are.
They did some kind of pep talk before a cowbell was rung, turning to face each other. Standing up, they walked closer. Hearing another ring, the other fighter flung at Sungchan. Easily dodging him, Sungchan moved out of the way and threw a punch at his shoulder blade.
Your eyes looked away, focused on Sion’s hands balls in his lap. He must have a lot riding on his fight. Your thoughts are cut by the sounds of a punch being thrown. Looking over the crowd, most of them are engrossed in the action, watching for how their gambles are fairing or for their own entertainment.
Looking up, you saw the back of Sungchan’s opponent. He was hunched over, Sungchan looking down at him. He must be strong, so quick to bring someone down. Another punch and his opponent fell but quickly got up, not wanting to lose so quickly.
Your gaze moved towards the floor, not wanting to see how much blood might be spilling from the guy. You felt Sion’s hand grasp yours, his hands lightly squeezing yours as he carefully watched the fight finish.
Within a minute, Sungchan was declared the victor. The basement was filled with both cheers and boos, a mixture of people winning it all and losing everything they had. You looked around, surprised at how strongly each person was reacting.
“Five minutes and we’ll be onto our second fight of the night.” The announcer said.
You and Sion stayed still for a minute, him asking how you were.
“I’m fine. Just shocked at how fast it ended.”
Sion let out a laugh, “Sungchan’s a special guy, usually it’d take at least twenty minute to finish a fight.”
“How much did you bet on him?”
“I got him into the ring, so I’m taking it all.”
You felt your body go cold for a second.
“Sion.”
“He came to me, wanted to make some cash, I mentioned the fighting.”
“Oh.” You nodded.
“We’ll be out of here in no time.” He assured you.
After the money was distributed, Sion came around to the money box and got his cut. Counting it out, he walked over to Sungchan to split his amount.
Sion walked you out of the basement.
“Didn’t think it’d be so,” you thought of the right word to say, “smooth.”
“When it’s done it’s easy, it’s the anticipation that makes people go crazy. That’s when you realize how much money you have on the line.”
Sion walked you out, noticing how empty the area was. You both walked to his car, relaxing against the leather seats as he turned to you. His movements hasty and almost needy as he kissed you. You froze for a second before melting against him. Your lips moving against each other with ease. He pulled away.
“My dad wants me home by midnight.”
Sion leaned into the seat for a moment, “Don’t worry, doll.”
Sion leaned back towards you, rough fingers grazing your jaw while he kissed you. His tongue had a light taste of beer on it, dragging across your lips and tongue. You shifted to lean in closer, feeling your body burn under his jacket.
He pulled away lightly, holding your chin to let him gaze at your flushed face.
“Did you wanna go further? We can stop here.”
You shook your head, “I wanna go further.”
Sion helped you move to the backseat of his car, the leather seats shifting as he laid you onto his lap. His lips reattaching to yours. With better mobility, your hands held onto his neck, thumbs grazing his jaw.
Sion’s left hand held your hip, lightly squeezing the flesh, and his right hand moved from your back to shoulder to face. He’d rub along your shoulder blade before cupping your cheek, moving down to your waist and back up.
The deeper you kissed him the hotter your skin felt. Your hips lightly rocking against his growing erection. His kisses moved towards your neck, light nips across your skin as he asked:
“Can I touch you?”
You mewled, “Please.”
His hand moved to your leg, you could feel his body heat moving up your thigh and slowly creeping over your skirt. His fingers lightly grazed the wet spot along your core, admiring how much you tensed and gasped when he touched your clit.
“Sion.”
“What do you need?”
“You.”
He pulled you closer, hands flush against your back as he pressed you against his chest, “That’s not what I asked, doll. What do you need?”
Your face buried in his neck, “Your fingers.”
“Good girl.”
Sion gave you a peck before his fingers continued rubbing your clothed core: playing with the hem of your panties, teasing your entrance through the cotton, even cupping your ass and pressing you into his erection.
“God, I’ve been staring at your thighs all fucking day.”
“Sion.” You gasped.
“Did you wear this to torture me?” He asked, pressing his lips to your ear.
You giggled before feeling him roll his hips against your core.
“You did.” Sion had a playful tone to his voice.
His fingers pulled one side of your panties down, pulling them off of one leg before his fingers were able to play with your heat properly. Feeling how hard your clit was, your arousal drenching his fingers, his fingertips poking into your entrance.
He moved you away, your torso leaning against the passenger seat as he pushed your dress up, displaying your stomach, core, and his fingers pushing into your heat.
“Sion.” You whined.
“Do you like it? You feeling good?”
Your eyes fell shut, “So good.”
You could feel each knuckle push into your heat, his fingers feeling so long as you sunk down onto them. You held your dress’s hem between your teeth, displaying yourself to him as his fingers slowly moved out and back in.
Sion couldn’t keep his eyes off of your core. The amount of arousal leaking out of you, the light clenching around his fingers. Every curl of his fingers left your thighs trembling. His thumb stretched upwards to rub your clit, the light circles making your hips buck and whines pitch higher and higher.
He looked around, seeing no one in sight before pulling his fingers out.
“Sion.” You whined.
“Lay down, babydoll.”
His hands guided you onto the seat, leaning against the side wall as he leaned closer into your heat. Keeping eyes contact, Sion licked a stripe up your core. Your breathing growing heavier as he continued kissing and eating you out.
His tongue licking broad strokes up and swirling around your clit. Your hands laced into his hair, hips bucking against his tongue as he pushed two fingers back into your heat.
“Sion.” You gasped.
His fingers thrusted into you as his tongue ground against your clit. Your stomach kept tensing and relaxing, legs beginning to shake as Sion continued bringing you closer to your release.
“K-keep going, yes.” You moaned out.
Sion did as you said, tongue lapping at your clit as his fingers were practically pounding into your pussy. Wet sounds growing louder as your arousal dripped onto the seats.
“Are you close?” He asked.
“So close, Sion, I’m so close to cumming!”
Your abs tensed just enough as Sion stilled his fingers in you, bringing you over the edge. Your legs trembled against the seats as you moaned out and relaxed against the car’s interior.
“Doll, you came so much.”
Sion lapped at your core, sucking in as much cum from your core before moving up to kiss you. The taste of your cum wasn’t a common occurrence, but Sion loved your taste so much he had to show you.
Between your deep breaths, Sion laid sticky kisses along your lips. You were able to calm your breathing, kissing him back before moving your hand down to palm his erection.
“Do you have enough in you?” He asked.
“I can go another round.” You answered between heavy pants.
Sion unzipped his pants, pulling them down and off before aligning with your entrance. He stroked himself enough before pushing in.
“Ahhh, babydoll, you’re so tight.”
Bottoming out, Sion stayed there, looking down at your pussy. His thumb poked at your clit, loving the way your thighs shook when he’d give it the lightest touch.
“You can move.”
Sion pulled out, leaving only his tip before pushing back in. His eyes flicking up at you when you mewled. Your hand moving down to circle your clit.
He loved watching that, seeing your small fingers work circles or figure eight’s along your clit. Seeing each finger tense and flex as he thrusted into you.
“You just keep getting wetter.”
Your walls clenched at his words, hand freezing before continuing to circle your clit. Your jaw went slack, feeling too good to hide your moans.
“Sion.”
He leaned over you, his hand petting your hair out of your face.
“You feel good?”
He watched your glazed eyes look at him, your hot cheeks burning against his hands as you continued moaning. Sion leaned down, kissing against your open mouth, his tongue dragging against yours as he continued thrusting into your core.
Pulling away from your lips, you continued moaning, wordless sounds of pleasure escaping you.
“Sion,” You finally got out.
“Yeah, doll?”
“I’m gonna cum.”
“So soon?”
You nodded your head.
“Let me help you.”
He replaced your hand with his own, rubbing your clit with his rough fingers. Having no control over your pleasure, your thighs shook, walls fluttering around his length as you tried warning Sion of your orgasm.
“Si-Sion.”
Your eyes shut as you clamped around him. The tightness of your core made his hips buck even more into your heat. Pulling out, Sion came on your stomach, his hips still bucking as he emptied himself.
Your hips were still rocking against his fingers, riding out your high as you both were fighting for oxygen. Sion leaned down, kissing and nipping at your shoulder as you caught your breath.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“Yeah, I just need to clean up.” You said, looking down at the cum coating your stomach.
“Ah, here.”
Sion grabbed at some napkins from the middle console, wiping your stomach before grabbing another to wipe your core.
“Thank you.” You said, pulling your panties on.
“Of course.”
Sion pulled his boxers and pants on, slipping back into his boots and buckling his belt. You looked down at your watch, it was only 10:30, you could still be out with him.
You both moved back to the front seats, Sion relaxing into the drivers seat before starting it.
“Any place you’re thinking of going?” He asked, driving out of the area.
“Not really, anywhere, I guess.” You answer.
Sion began joyriding, driving along the empty roads and sightseeing through the windshield. Rather than watching the roads and landmarks, you were more invested in him. Watching his hands move across the steering wheel, seeing what things litter his dashboard and glove box. You loved these moments. Total transparency, just being near each other in silence, regardless of what’s happening.
Sion parked a few houses down from yours, just far enough to be out of eyesight in case your dad was waiting up for you.
Laid against the seats, your gaze fell on Sion.
“I got ya something.” He said.
“You did?”
“Yeah.” He reached into his pocket, pulling something out.
It was cupped in his hand as he dropped it in your palm. A thin gold band, a jewel or two engraved in the ring.
“I think it’s your size.”
“Sion, I love it.” You slid the ring on, perfectly fitting you.
“I know I’m not big on, uh, affection,” Sion said, staring at the ring.
“You’re trying.” You smiled at him, “That’s what matters.”
You grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles.
“Thank you.”
He pulled your hand up, laying a kiss on your knuckles.
You looked at your watch, seeing how late it was.
“I should go in, my dad gets weird with curfews.”
You both leaned in, kissing goodbye before you stepped out of his car. As you walked home, you carefully crept towards the front door. Unlocking your door you saw how dim the house was. You carefully shut and locked it, sighing in relief before creeping upstairs with soft footsteps into your room.
You were grateful your father didn’t wait up for you. You’re sure you smell like Sion and that’s the last thing you want to hear about right now.
Closing your bedroom door, you felt your muscles relax. You stripped out of your clothes and changed into your pajamas, relaxing against your bed before falling asleep.
warning: smut! fingering, cum eating (sungchan and reader), petnames (baby, babygirl once)
wc: 1.1k
a/n: based on this 😵💫
tank top sungchan u want me so bad its totally not the other way around i swear
How could you not touch him? With his toned muscles, still damp from his shower, his tight tank top defining his body even more.
You were trying your best to help him dry his hair, Sungchan was never one for hair tools, and you were so strong until you were beginning to lay in bed. Your hands were moving on their own towards his body, which wasn’t unusual, you always cuddled before falling asleep. But your hands were squeezing his arms and grazing down his body.
Sungchan held you a little tighter, a sigh escaped your lips, feeling his strong arms move you suddenly made your core tighten.
“Are you okay?” His lips were against the shell of your ear, his words flooding your core.
“I’m fine.”
Sungchan chuckled, “Really?”
His hands moved up your body slowly, warm hands moving from your back up to your shoulder blade and towards your front, resting on your shoulder.
Your breath felt caught in your throat.
“I’m horny.”
Sungchan chuckled again, “Was that so hard to say?”
“Yes.” You sighed.
He pulled you flushed against him, holding you up towards his face.
“Did you want me to help you?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please help me.”
“And, help how?”
“Please finger me.”
He pressed his lips to yours, his left hand grazing down towards your stomach. Slow, deliberate movements to tease you. His hand radiated a warmth that kept getting hotter the lower it crept.
Before you could comprehend it his fingers were playing with the hem of your shorts, his hand slipping in and playing with the cloth of your panties.
“This what you wanted?”
“More.” You moaned, feeling your thighs squirm around his hand.
“In a minute, have some patience, baby.”
He pulled your shorts down, your legs quickly kicking them off, before Sungchan continued rubbing and playing with your clothed pussy. His fingers were rhythmically tapping and pressing against your core, feeling your panties slowly soak against his hand.
“What’s got you so worked up?” He asked, feeling you drench his fingers so quickly.
“You.” You gasped.
“What about me?”
“Your body, mmm, your stupid tank tops.”
“Ahh.” Sungchan connected the dots.
He did notice how touchy you were but he thought it was because he hadn’t slept over in a while not because he was unknowingly teasing you.
He leaned closer to your face, laying a light kiss on your hot cheek as he pulled your panties down. His fingers cupping your core as your hips tried bucking into his palm.
“No, baby.” He held your pussy in place, adding some pressure to his grip, “I’ll give you what you want, have patience.”
You let out a breath, almost shaking with how badly you need him right now.
Sungchan let his middle finger slide between your folds, prompting you to moan out. Sungchan smiled at you before rubbing from your opening to your clit.
“Feel good?”
“So good, Channie.”
You tried keeping your hips still while he toyed with you but it was so difficult, your hips occasionally began to buck before you tried steadying them. You’re sure Sungchan could tell how desperately you were trying to stay still for him, your hands gripping his body every time your hips begin to rock.
“Do you hear how wet you are?”
Your pussy kept making a wet, sloshing noise, Sungchan’s fingers tap against your core to emphasize how wet and loud you are for him.
“Do you hear it?” He repeats.
“Yes.” You nod.
“All this for me? For a tank top.”
“All for you.” Your head falls back as you sigh out.
Sungchan dips his fingers into you, your walls clenching and fluttering around him already.
“Channie.” You moan.
He shifts you into his lap, right hand slowly trailing to your clit before focusing on his fingers inside you. His hand moves at a steady rhythm, not too fast but enough for you not to whine. While he was meticulous about how he was fingering you, all you could think of is how deep his fingers are reaching.
Steady, deep thrusts inside your core as you feel his knuckles rub against your walls. Your breathy moans were amplified with every thrust, his long fingers perfectly hitting your spots. You felt his fingers still, your hand moving to his wrist before you felt his fingers begin curling inside you.
“Channie.” You whined.
You felt your back begin to arch, wanting to feel more from his fingers expertly curling and rubbing your clit before they stilled again.
“Channie.”
You turned your head towards him, Sungchan already leaning in to kiss you before thrusting faster into you. You can only lean against him, mouth open while you shamelessly moan as his tongue glides against yours, fingers buried deep inside you as your arousal begins dripping onto his lap. Your hips rock against his fingers, his right hand leaving your clit to rest of your stomach, adding some weight to heighten the experience.
“Channie.” Your head lays against his shoulder, eyes glazed over with arousal.
“Channie I’m gonna cum.” You moan out.
“Can you hold it?”
You nod your head, feeling his fingers leave your core, you whine out before feeling his right hand go back to your clit.
Sungchan brings his left hand up to your lips, you lean over and suck on his fingers, feeling your core drip even more arousal onto him.
“Do you taste good?” He asks.
“So good.” You feel your cheeks warm even more.
His fingers move down to gather more of your cum before bringing them to his lips, sucking and licking your arousal clean off his fingers.
He groaned, “So good.”
His fingers enter your core again, this time far harder and faster than earlier. His muscles begin flexing with every hard thrust into your core.
“Channie, yes.”
He continued thrusting in this brutal pace, middle finger curling upward as he slammed his fingers in and out from the tips of his fingers to the base of his palm. Paired with how he was rubbing tight circles against your clit, you were going to cum at any second.
All you could do is forget how sweaty the back of your knees were getting and focus on your breathing, the pleasure building so much you just had to breathe to feel yourself climax.
“Channie, I’m gonna cum.”
“Already?”
“Yes!”
Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling that knot tighten and tighten before your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly. Sungchan continued rubbing your clit, far softer this time, keeping his fingers buried deep inside as he felt your walls clamp around him before fluttering and clamp again before fluttering even more.
Finally calming down, you were able to calm your core letting Sungchan slide his fingers out.
“Thank you.” You say.
“Anything for my baby.”
He brings his fingers to his mouth, cleaning off your cum from his fingers.
