request: Can I request a smutty/spicy Yugyeom drabble with the prompt "I have wanted you for so long." + female reader?
genre: fwb! au, smut
pairing: yugyeom x fem! reader
word count: 1.2k
[warnings]: mature content, detailed sexual content, marking, possessiveness, quickie in a car, no protection (pulling out doesn't benefit anything btw), salirophilia (attraction to salt-flavored things, such as sweat), dirty talking, cursing, edging
summary: Dealing with a friends with benefits situation, you learn how jealous of others Yugyeom is during a session in his car.
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The parking lot sat empty, Yugyeom's hand tapping against the steering wheel as the passenger door pulled open. Sliding in, the car's leather was warm from the direct sunlight, your body heat gaining more than it already was from the hot summer day.
The second your door shut, his lips were attached to your neck. Laughing at his eagerness, you pushed at his shoulder. Making eye contact with him, he pouted, head tilted in confusion.
"If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right," you said, lifting yourself in the seat and swinging your leg over his lap. "Isn't this better?"
A smirk on his lips, his teeth connected with your neck again. Biting and sucking on the skin until purple marks developed, your gasps made him impatient. Your hand met his neck, running up it as your fingers gingerly caressed his jawline. Finding his hair, you tugged on the long, dark locks. He moaned against your skin, the vibrations making your hips rock against him.
Yugyeom was your long time friend, the tension between the two of you growing every time you were within a mile of each other. After countless mixed-signals, emotions array from only sexual feelings developing, the two of you finally settled on one solution: friends with benefits. It had a ring to it, and from time to time you would find yourself slipping into his apartment or car for a little fun.
His hands grew keen, sliding beneath your shirt to find your breast held within your bra. Annoyed at the garment, his hand moved to your back, undoing the clasp skillfully. Returning to your chest, his lips sucked harder as his index finger and thumb rolled your sensitive nipple between the digits. Moaning against him, his mouth left your neck to find your lips.
The heat of the summer was a lot, slightly cracked windows doing zero justice as the sweat collected on both of your bodies. Lifting your shirt from your body, his eyes fell suit to the grips cascading down to your collarbone, suddenly distracted from your lips. Laying his tongue down flat, he collected the drops, moaning at the taste. Head falling back when his tongue went back into his mouth, you took the chance to nibble at his neck. The small trail of hickeys from the edge of his jawline down was nothing compared to the bruises ripening on your own body.
Lust blown pupils, his entire hand palmed your breast, fingers massaging them roughly. Tongue lapping against your collarbone again, your moan mirrored his. Bulge growing below you, your fingers caught the button of his jeans, opening them and pulling down the zipper. Freeing his hard cock, he whined at the air hitting it, his mouth sucking more hickeys into your skin to quiet himself. Your hand ran down his front, his black shirt stuck to his body from the amount he was sweating. Fixed on the way his muscles tightened when your hand passed them, your fingers grabbed the bottom of the shirt, pulling it over his head. Skin now exposed to you, the marks he gave you were soon being traded to himself, the taste of his skin sweet compared to how he said your own tasted.
He groaned when you bit into his chest, bucking up against you. The thin fabric of your underwear beneath your skirt giving him easy access to your core, you were already soaking onto his jeans. Feeling the heat between your bodies, your hand found his member, circling his tip with your thumb. Wrapping your small hand around his length, you kept your grip steady, his sounds increasing from the notoriously slow pace. You always played with him slow at first, and even though he knew that was the process, he still bit into your shoulder in annoyance.
"Come on!" he whined lowly, your hand running back up his length, thumb moving across his tip again.
"Behave," you demanded, watching his eyes squint.
"Two can play this game." he grunted, moving his palm flat against your core.
Rutting against his hand once, he pulled it away. Pushing his single, index finger against your clothes bundle of nerves, you growled at him in anger. Granting you a smirk, the pressure to your core increased when your hand moved up and down him faster. Keeping at the same pace, you rode against his entire palm, the friction making moans and calls of his name resonate in his car. Jerking him at an accumulating pace, he ripped your hand from him.
Pulling you closer, his hands guided your arms around his neck. Finger taking your underwear in its grip, he pulled the fabric to the side, aligning himself with your entrance.
"I have wanted you for so long," he whispered into your ear. "I'd always find other guys around you. Do you see the way they look at you?"
You couldn't answer properly, a whimper passing your lips when the tip of his cock pushed against your entrance. Eyes shutting, his lips pressed soft kisses to the bites he left as he spoke.
"All of them wish to be in my position. But they aren't, are they?" his own grunt sounded, pushing into you gently. Your grip on his neck tightened, his cock bottoming out in you. "They'll never have you like this. Sweating on their lap. Filled with their cock. Moaning their name."
The words jumbled in your ears while listening to him speak on behalf of others. You could hear him gritting his teeth in anger. His hair dripped sweat against your upper body, your own sweat layering his body. With kitten licks against your lips, he stopped talking for a second. Basking in the way your mouth fell open, his pace was so slow but rough, pulling all the way out of you to thrust back into you with full force.
Clavicle bumping against yours, your hands moved to his shoulder blades for a better hold, knowing things were about to speed up. Hips snapping quicker, your eyes opened to see a sight for sore eyes.
Yugyeom's head was back against the headrest, tongue hanging out as he panted. Cheeks flushed from fucking and the heat. Hickeys left on most of his upper body. Arms lean as he lifted and pulled your body to meet his. He was fucked out, and he didn't even cum yet.
You put your hands on his, sliding them down to your ass, a moan from him in response. Using the seat on either side of his body, your knees lifted and dropped you, the change of pace making his eyes roll back. Filled so deeply with Yugyeom's length, he let out a combination of groans and pants, cock twitching within you.
"Don't, not yet," you told him.
He gave a slight nod as he held off his release, focused on your body. Moaning as his fingers reconnected with your clit, you moved back against the steering wheel, the hot leather burning you for a second. The blend of sensations overtaking your body, his hips stuttered as you clenched around him. With a loud whine, he pulled from you, his liquids splashing against your thighs. Trying to catch your breath, he leaned over you, pressing buttons to turn on the AC and roll up the windows.
With the sudden rush of cold air, chills rose on your skin. Connecting your hands to relatch your bra, Yugyeom laughed. Your head shot up, staring at him as his grin grew, laughter erupting into a hysterical one.
47 bffs that are practically in love with jackson wang 😭 thanks
47. "Just let me see one titty, at least.”
pairing: bff! jackson wang x fem! reader
genre: smut, fwb
warnings: mature content, detailed sexual content, cursing, you flash jackson, slight katoptroniophilia (mirror sex kink), fingering, sort of dry humping?, protected sex (finally), drabble
words: 1.4k
summary: Jackson accidentally dumps a bowl of popcorn and candy on you, so you end up flashing him.
A/N: is this even what you asked for? I kind of blacked out and wrote this
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After days of calls, texts, and multiple sticky-notes on your front door, you finally invited Jackson over for a sleepover. Your best friend of many years was always set to stay at your place at any time, having taken a drawer in your dresser as a boyfriend would. His snacks filled up your pantry, some of his favorite movies alongside yours on the shelves, even his shampoo was in your shower.
"Why not just move in?" you had questioned many times.
"Because that would take away the fun of coming to see you every day. We'd grow sick of each other." he would always claim.
He did have a point. You and Jackson had been by each other's side every day for so long, but when he would stay more than two nights in a row you'd be bickering at each other like an old married couple. So you stuck to daily visits, usually ending up at your apartment for a sleepover.
Jackson was already set, a bag of popcorn spinning and popping in the microwave, a bunch of candies set out on your counter, a large bowl ready to mix them. He had a movie paused on the tv, watching you walk around your apartment trying to settle after returning home from a long class. A large t-shirt covering your shorts underneath paired with fuzzy socks, you had finally relaxed as you sat on the couch.
Jackson was quick to equip the snacks, the array of cavities inside the bowl sloshing around as he ran over to the couch. Admittingly, Jackson was fit. His naturally fast metabolism was seemingly perfect. But he did lack on thing sometimes: balance. So when his foot caught the edge of your couch and the entire bowl of candy and popcorn landed on you, it didn't fully surprise you.
"Dude!" you whined, sitting under a pile of butter, salt, and sweetness.
Your body was more covered than your couch, taking the bowl from his hand as you scraped the remaining foods back into it. Jackson's mouth was hanging open, astonished that he managed to fuck up so gratefully. You stood, huffing as you walked towards your bedroom to change and, hopefully, wipe away most of the butter and salt.
"I didn't mean to do that!" Jackson called out, trailing you slowly.
"I know you didn't." you scoffed, lightly laughing at his clumsiness.
Pulling a rag from your bathroom, you ran water over it, tugging your covered shirt and shorts off and tossing them into your hamper. You ran the rag over your arms and legs, the butter smearing but slowly coming off. You smelled like a movie theater.
"Well," Jackson said, coming into your room and rounding the corner to see you leaning against the counter.
"Jackson!" you yelled, your bra hanging lower than most because it was made to relax in, panties almost see-through.
"What?" he said innocently. "I've seen you naked before."
"So!" you whined.
"So, this isn't a big deal."
"You better be glad I'm wearing a bra!"
"You could show me your boobs." he laughed.
"Huh?" you scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"Just let me see one titty, at least," he said, motioning to your breasts under your bra.
Jackson always found you being shy funny considering he was always half-naked, even in public. It was natural to see him in little clothing, but he had barely seen you naked. It was only one awkward occasion. You huffed, taking the hem of your bra in your fingers as you lifted it, displaying both of your breasts to him as his eyes bulged out.
"Happy?" you asked, putting the bra back on correctly and wiping the rest of the butter off your arms.
Jackson stood stiff, finally breathing as he moved to you. Standing behind you as he made eye contact with your reflection in the mirror, it was almost intimidating.
"You're really beautiful," he said, voice deeper than you were used to.
"Well, thank you." you smiled lightly.
Jackson put his arm around you, taking the rag from your hands and dropping it in the sink. His lips moved to your shoulder, kissing it as the taste of the butter hit his lips. He hummed, the contact new until he met the nape of your neck, a moan coming from your lips as you jumped. His arms hugged your waist pulling you back into him as he continued to kiss up to your neck.
"J-Jackson." you whimpered, a hum coming from him as he busied himself.
His bulge was evident against your ass, the situation strange to you because you never imagined you and Jackson's relationship would get to this point. Anyone with eyes would admit he was attractive, people did on a daily basis. But you and him having sex was always a boundary you strayed from. Until now.
You pushed your ass back against him, the grinding making him hiss from the friction as he rutted against you. His kisses turned into bites, eyes watching you in the mirror as he had you bent over your counter.
His hands moved up, going under your bra as he gripped your breast, squeezing it tenderly. You moaned again, his cock hardening behind you.
"Touch me," you begged him, watching his eyes widen in the mirror.
His hand slid from your breast down your abdomen, the waistband of your panties going over his fingers as his hand slid past. His hand cupped your core, unable to move as he tried to swallow.
"Jackson," you asked, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror again.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked, teeth holding his tongue.
"Yes."
Two of his fingers pushed against your clit, holding you to him as his cock twitched behind you. A wet stain was forming through his boxers and shorts, the light patch easy to feel on your bare skin against it. You moaned, unable to hold your voice down as his fingers moved against you. Your eyes rolled back, head against his shoulder as he continued his motions, fingers wandering down to your hole as he slipped two in. You clenched around him, gasping as his fingers were bent inside of you from the angle that he held you. Moving them in and out slowly, you bent over more. Your ass pressed against him as you wiggled, his cock getting so much friction that he was about to cum in his shorts.
He kept his fingers at a steady pace, opening your drawer as he pulled out a condom from your stash, your hips stuttering as you held on to the counter, watching him. You stifled a laugh, his eyes moving up.
"You know where I keep them?" you asked.
"Of course, I stole one once." he laughed. "I never got to use it."
He dropped his shorts, pulling his shirt over this head as it landed over your towel rack with a thud. He rolled the condom on properly, not even removing your panties as he pushed them to the side and aligned himself with you. Gasps filled your bathroom as he pushed in gently, holding on to you as if it was a back hug. His breathing was unsteady, your body almost hunched as you moved back for more, his pace going faster.
He was rocking into you, your grip on your sink so slick that you couldn't hold on. His eyes were on you in the mirror, your upper body covered in his bites as he fucked up into you. Lifting your leg, he put it on the counter, the angle making him go deeper inside of you as you began to scream. His hand was pleasuring what his cock didn't reach, moving everywhere on your body as you began to shake.
You little control over this pace or stance had you pressed against the counter so hard you thought you'd become the sink itself. His loud grunts and groans behind you as you made eye contact with him in the mirror got louder. His cock was pounding into you as you tried to keep your eyes open, looking into his as he finally came into the condom. Hips not stopping, he rocked into you until you came over him, pulling from you as he turned you around and sat you on the counter. Tossing the rag from earlier into your hamper, he got another one and began to clean you up.
"You know what's funny?" he laughed, running the cool rag against your hot skin.
