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[8:03] r.hirota
➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader
➨ genre: smut
➨ warnings: freaky :3 maki sends nut vid WITH sound on
➨ a/n: who else is feeling freaky after this .. idk how to feel about it lowk LOL not my best work but i Need him so bad shit ain’t funny anymore </3
you’re half asleep, flipping through your notebook over and over again as you try to study for your upcoming midterm. your phone buzzes against the table, a notification coming through for the umpteenth time.
you don’t even pay attention to it at first, thinking it’s just another random text from your group chat. but then you see maki’s name.
my baby ♡: [video attachment]
my baby ♡: for you ;3
your heart skips a beat. the blurry thumbnail shows his body just barely visible in the dim light of what you assume is his room. you hesitate for a second, thumb hovering over the screen, and then click it.
the video starts with maki adjusting the camera, his muttered words too low for you to catch. he sets it on his desk before leaning back, giving you a full view of him; his cock hard and leaking, standing tall.
he moves his shirt up to hold the hem with his teeth, his abs flexing as he shifts, his hand sliding down his waist to grip the base of his cock.
he drags his fist up in a slow, steady motion, his breath hitching. the wet sounds fill the quiet of his room, and he lets out a soft whimper, muffled by the shirt still between his teeth. his hips jerk into his hand, desperate and needy.
the muscles in his stomach flex as he picks up the pace, his hand tightening around himself with each stroke. he whines softly, muffled sounds slipping from his mouth as he works himself, his eyes flickering between himself and the camera.
you watch in silence, your heart pounding, feeling the rush of heat spread through your body. you’d never expected this, never imagined he’d send something like this, but here he is, completely exposed for you and your eyes only.
his free hand slides up to his chest, fingers brushing over his nipple. he teases it for a moment, sending a shudder through his body, before letting out a low, obscene moan that makes your stomach flip.
the sound drives you crazy. your thighs press together involuntarily, desperate to make yourself feel at least half as good as he does. he continues, his hand moving faster, rougher, his body trembling with every stroke.
his cock twitches in his hand, his hips jerking up to meet it, his body desperate for release. slick, wet noises fill the air, his pace growing more and more erratic. his tip turns a bright red, leaking all over his hand, and you can see how hard he’s fighting not to cum too soon.
you’re paralyzed by the sight, feeling yourself grow wetter with every movement. the way he’s falling apart, his body shaking with need, breath hitching as he gets closer.. it’s all too much.
his head falls back, and you watch as he lets out a choked cry, the muscles in his stomach tightening, his whole body quivering.
with one final stroke, he cums hard, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spill across his stomach and down his hand. he stutters through his moans, his breath shallow as he pants heavily, the room filled with the sound of his body still trembling.
you’re frozen.
the ache between your legs is unbearable at this point, you want more, need more, need him.
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just the tip? | r.hirota
➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader
➨ genre: smut
➨ word count: 1.1k
➨ warnings: none other than him and reader being FREAKS
➨ a/n: writing for maki again.. was gonna post this tomorrow but i Had to get this out. also pierced myself again hehe 「(°ヘ°) pt.2 perhaps..
you should’ve known it would come to this. maki had been staring at you all night like he was ready to devour you (spoiled: he was!). it started with an innocent kiss, but of course that’s never enough for him. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, plotting you right on his lap, and kissed you til your lips were pink and swollen.
then it turned to him grinding his hips up against yours, his hands gripping your waist like you were about to run away from him. you could feel his member twitching through his jeans everytime you’d press yourself a little too hard against him, and it only made you want him more.
that’s when you really feel him, really feel him. and he’s big. bigger than expected.. and that’s because you already knew the rest of him was huge. his height, his hands, his shoulders. but this.. this was different.
“maki..” you whisper, pulling back just enough to look at him.
his hands slide under your shirt and up your bare back, his eyes dark, basically pleading.
“we can stop.” he says, his voice a little raspy. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
you nod, trying to breath, but you’re completely soaked. you’ve never needed him this badly, and if you don’t get fucked within the next 5 minutes you’re going to lose your mind.
you shift your hips a bit and he groans, his eye rolling back and his head falling against the couch,
“.. what if” he almost pants, looking up at you through half lidded eyes, his voice cracking, “just the tip?”
he’s so desperate, you could almost moan at the sight. his glossy eyes and pink cheeks, completely fucked out expression and you haven’t done anything father than kissing him. he’s cooked.
you nod before he can think, and he curses under his breath when he realizes what’s about to happen.
“just the tip.” he promises again, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. (he’s lying)
he pulls you off his lap and effortlessly lays you down on his bed, your body trembling with need.
you watch as he slips his shirt off, his completely toned chest has the slightest layer of sweat and you wanna lick it off. he smiles when he sees you watching him, and he wants to say something cocky so bad but it’s hard to think when he has the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen underneath him.
“can i?” he asks softly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart pound against your chest.
you nod and his hands slip your shirt off, leaving you in just your pretty lace bra you wore especially for him. he bites his bottom lip softly, like he’s holding himself back.
“you’re so beautiful” he whispers as he leans down and trails kisses from the middle of your chest down to your navel. he looks up at you, silently asking permission once again. you give him the green light and he unties your sweatpants, slipping them off your legs. you both giggle at how much he’s struggling to pull them off, like he can’t wait any longer. he really can’t.
he lets out a groan when he sees your matching panties, makes him think, was she planning for this to happen? but he could care less about that right now, he just wanted you.
he quickly sits up and takes off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. your eyes widen when you see how truly big he is, his tip already leaking with precum, and you have no idea how that’s gonna fit in you.
you don’t even have to say anytime before hips lips are back on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’s trying to take over you. his hands invade all over your body, trailing down to your soaked panties and cupping you in just the right places. you let out a soft moan against his lips and it immediately goes to his cock, twitching against his thigh.
“ready for more..?” he whispers, one of his hands sliding down to stroke himself, his precum dripping down his hands at this point.
you nod, unable to form words. all you can do is feel.
he teases your entrance with his cock, rubbing his tip against the lacy fabric of your panties. the feeling of the lace against his already sensitive tip makes him go insane, he could cum right there if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. he needed to be in you.
he teases you a few seconds longer before moving your panties to the side, moaning at the sight when he finally sees you in full.
“so wet for me” he mumbles under his breath, his finger swiped against you and he brings it up to his lips, popping it into his mouth. you’d usually be embarrassed by this and want to hide, but you’re way too turned on to care.
he rubs your entrance with his tip, his breath becoming shakier as it slides just past your folds. the pressure builds and builds as he slides into you, watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
you gasp, trying to hold still, but your body betrays you and your hips involuntarily buck up, wanting more.
“f-fuck, don’t move” he says desperately, doing everything he can to not push himself fully into you and fuck you til you forget your name.
even with just the tip you feel so full, you can’t imagine how it would feel if he was fully inside you right now. but you know it’s not the right time, and this would have to suffice.
maki curses under his breath, barely breathing and gripping your waist like he’s afraid to move.
“shit.. fuck you’re so tight” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sucking in air through his teeth. “don’t move.. don’t move yet please”
you nod helplessly, trying to adjust, but you’re clenching around him like a vice, beyond desperate for more. you instinctively shift your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, and he accidentally slides into you another inch. the guttural whimper that rips from his throat nearly kills you.
“baby” he whispers, voice cracked and sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.
“you’re gonna fucking kill me.”
you whimper, clenching around him again and your whole body filling with need.
“maki” you moan, your voice barely able to make out any legible sounds besides his name.
“fuck it.” he almost growls against your collarbone, and he’s thrusting up into you. he bottoms out into you, stretching you so full in a way you’d never imagine to be in your life. you cry out and claw at his back, completely overwhelmed by how good it feels.
it was definitely not just the tip anymore. not even close.
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low tide | r. hirota
➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader
➨ genre: smut (are we surprised)
➨ word count: 1.9k
➨ warnings: sex on da beach (kinda), sand where sand shouldn’t be, sneaking out, fuma mention 🤤🤤, freaky maki as always
➨ a/n: i’ve been writing this for like 3 months oops 😭😭😭😭 i haven’t had motivation SORRY GUYS hope this makes up for it though ‼️ it seems you guys like maki a Lot.. ·ࡇ·
the house was quiet now, the laughter of the other 8 boys had faded into the night, and now everybody one by one was off to their separate rooms and ready to sleep after a long day.
nicholas, fuma, and yuma had gone upstairs first, mumbling something about beating each other to the shower. “i called it earlier” nicholas said, tugging off his shirt. “you didn’t say it loud enough,” yuma shot back. “oh my god” fuma groaned. ej and taki soon followed after, still refusing to talk to each other after they had just debated who cheated at uno. jo and harua left too after a few minutes, harua on the verge of falling asleep and jo having to basically drag him up the stairs.
you weren’t really sure you’d even be invited, honestly. with the way the rest of the members, especially k and nico, watched you and maki like a hawk, you’d never thought that you’d get to be alone with him.
but after enough time, and some uncomfortable discussions between maki and nico, you finally agreed to go. it had been k’s idea in the first place; a summer weekend away from packed schedules and no rehearsals. just the sun, the sand, and your hot boyfriend.
you sat tucked into the corner of the couch downstairs, a big fuzzy blanket draped over your lap. maki lounged beside you in a hoodie and sweatpants, his hair still slightly damp from the shower he had just taken. he was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, barely paying attention to the way you were clenching your thighs tighter every few seconds.
you could feel k’s eyes on the both of you, quiet, just watching like he always does. not in a judging way, just.. aware. like he knew exactly what was going on without needing anyone to say it. he trusted you, both of you, but he wasn’t dumb. he knew how badly you’d been wanting time alone with maki. and now that you finally had it you weren’t about to waste it.
as much as he wanted to stay down there and make sure you two didn’t procreate, it was getting late and he was tired. he knew he couldn’t hover over you two forever. eventually, k stood up with a soft stretch, his eyes flickering between the two of you one last time, “don’t stay up too late.” you nodded, maki mumbled something under his breath that sounded like goodnight without even looking up.
you didn’t say anything at first, the room stayed quiet for a bit after everyone left. the tv buzzed low in the background, waves crashing somewhere outside the window. maki was still next to you, occupied in his phone like before, but you could feel his hesitance.
then faintly, upstairs, a soft click. k’s door closed. you heard the soft footsteps above you of him walking to his bed, and then nothing. maki locked his phone and turned his head toward you,
“wanna sneak out?”
your head whipped toward him, eyes wide. “sneak out?!”
he smirked at your reaction, already pushing the blanket off his lap and slipping his shoes on.
“just for a bit. nobody is gonna know, i promise.”
“maki-“ you whisper harshly, your voice stopping in your throat when he moves closer to you.
“it’s just right there, we don’t even have to be out there for long! don’t you wanna spend time with me alone?”
you swallowed, rolling your eyes at him. he knows you’re weak when it comes to him, especially since he’s finally putting in effort to get you two alone. besides, you’re just gonna be outside on the beach less than 50 feet from the house, what could go wrong?
“if we get caught..”
“but we’re not gonna get caught. everybody is sleeping anyway, if we don’t leave right now then we’re not gonna have another chance.” he says as he quietly gets up, putting his phone in his pocket and holding his hand out to help you stand up.
you sigh, taking his hand and letting him lift you up. you put your shoes back on and grab a beach towel from the side table before looking back up at him, your eyes narrowing.
“you’re insane.”
“but you like it.” he smiles back.
he takes your hand and leads you out the living room into the dining room where the sliding door is. he slowly opens it, trying to avoid making as much noise as possible. luckily, it was quiet.
you both slipped outside and closed the door behind you, before making your way down the walkway and onto the private beach.
the air was cool, and salty, and the only thing that lit up the back was the moon above you two. “ready?” he asks, tugging on your hand again.
before you can answer, he starts running and pulling you with him, making your way down to the shore. you’re holding back laughter, covering your face with your other hand while he starts giggling harder. the sand is cold beneath your feet, but the warmth in your chest makes up for it all.
you both finally make it to the shore, both out of breath and your chests heaving, but you couldn’t be happier.
you dropped the towel on the sand, smoothing it out with your hands before sitting on it. you pat the space next to you for maki to sit, but he ends up sitting so close to you that the entire side of his body is pressed up against yours. he’s still catching his breath, hand pushing in between the strands of his hair.
for a second, neither of you say anything. just quietly listening to the sound of the waves in the back as they splash against the wooden pier. your heartbeat was finally slowing down, all that adrenaline of sneaking out was gone once you realized that you wouldn’t want it to be any other way.
maki leaned back on his hands, tilting his head towards you. “i’m so happy we’re finally alone..” he murmured, his head a little closer to yours now.
you smiled and turned your head, making eye contact with him. he was smiling at you, but you knew what else he was thinking. you had a feeling that this wasn’t a spontaneous thing, but a plan to get you alone.
“me too.” you whisper back.
his eyes flickered down to your mouth, and he leaned in to kiss you before you could even react. it was soft at first, but the way his hand came to grip your shoulder made you feel otherwise.
the sounds of the waves faded in the back, and now all you could hear was the little noises coming from his throat every time you accidentally bit down on his lip.
his kisses trailed down your neck, stopping right below your ear, a place he knew you were weak for. your hand found his chest and a small noise came out, one that you were biting your lip this entire time to keep from coming out. he smirks against your skin and sucks on the skin harder, creating a purple mark.
he parts his lips from your skin for a second, long enough for him to talk.
“been wanting this all day.”
before you could even reply, he’s gently pushing you down on the towel, making sure you didn’t move too fast. he hovered over you for a moment, looking into your eyes like he always does, knowing it makes you nervous.
he leaned down and kissed your neck again, traveling further down ’til his mouth stopped just above your tank top. his hands moved everywhere, sneaking under your shirt and squeezing your waist like you were gonna run away.
he moved lower, your breath catching in your throat when you feel his hand going to the hem of your shorts.
“here..?!” you whispered, a little panicked.
he nodded, smirking at you as his hands were already gently tugging at the fabric.
“nobody is here. it’s just us.”
his words made you dizzy, but nothing compared to the feeling of him lifting your hips to take your shorts fully off and throwing them somewhere on the sand next to you. he’s definitely going to regret that later.
he carefully spread your legs open, holding back a moan when he sees the wet patch already forming on the cotton fabric. he knew you’d been waiting for this as long as he has, you just didn’t wanna admit it.
your stomach flipped when he kissed your knee, leaving small butterfly kisses that trailed to your inner thighs. it took absolutely everything in you not to buck up your hips, biting your lip so hard you could taste metal and your knuckles were turning white from gripping the towel.
“fuck, you’re already shaking..” he murmured against your skin.
his hand slipped under your panties before pulling them off and pocketing them into his sweats, a habit he picked up from all the times you’ve stayed over at the dorms.
“wish you could see how pretty you are like this.”
the first touch of his lips made your entire body jolt, your toes were already curling and he barely did anything yet.
you felt his smirk against your skin, not lasting long before he dove his tongue out and ran a strip against your folds. your hand immediately flew to your mouth to mask any noise you were making, hoping that nobody could hear you even though you were far enough from everybody else.
his mouth circled back on you, his tongue circling your clit before sucking it between his lips and letting his teeth graze it lightly. your hand tugged into his hair, gripping it gently, “m-maki” your voice cracking. he pulled away and stuck his tongue in you, his nose rubbing against your clit as you arched your back and gripped onto his hair.
he moans into you, his deep voice vibrating against where you need him the most. you cried out, trying your best to keep your moans to a low but it’s impossible when he’s making you feel this good.
“fuck maki-“ you gasp, tugging harder at his hair and grinding down on his mouth. he held your hips flat to the towel, forcing you to take every kiss and lick of his tongue.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, chin shiny, lips red and swollen. “you taste so good,” he almost moaned, before dragging his tongue flat and slow up your slit, sucking your clit back between his lips until you cried out.
your thighs trembled, toes digging into the sand as the pressure in your abdomen grew more intense to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. your voice cracked as you tugged at his hair, desperation spilling out before you could stop it.
“maki- fuck, i’m gonna cum”
he doesn’t let up, still moving his face into you without any change of pace or hesitation. his fingers grip your hip deeper, nearly pulling you off the towel and into him further. you cried out, curling your toes and grabbing onto the towel for leverage.
maki kept his mouth on you ’til you started twitching from overstimulation, it was already beginning to become too much for you to handle. he kissed your folds a few more times, still reeling in the fact that you just came all over his face on the middle of a beach at night.
he slowly pulled back, leaning up to hover over you again, gently cradling your face.
“you still think it was a bad idea to sneak out?”
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study date | h.hyeongjun
➨ pairing: junhan x fem!reader
➨ genre: smut (MDNI)
➨ word count: 4.6k (hehe)
➨ warnings: shy turned FREAK junhan, junhan with glasses 👅, he tries to teach her guitar but fails..
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNHAN !! my best friend and i recently saw them on tour and we got hi-bye.. i’ve been gaon biased since forever but seeing junhan irl and making EYE CONTACT actually changed everything.
junhan was your classmate, but you barely knew anything about him. you knew he liked to play the guitar, seeming his fingers were always covered in calluses and bandaids. you also knew he was quiet, way too quiet. every time you were around him, you were always hyper aware of yourself, even your breathing.
when you got paired for your project, you were beyond nervous. this class was frustrating enough to begin with, and now you’ll have to work on an assignment worth more than half your grade with someone you barely knew? you felt like you were being set up.
but you couldn’t complain with the way that junhan was treating you already. he’s not a man of many words, but he definitely showed it through his actions. he figured it was too busy to study in the library, so he very shyly invited you to his place to work on it.
while you were nervous, you also couldn’t help but be a little excited. he’s very cute and sweet, and hopefully this would give you an opportunity to talk to him more and find out what he’s like beyond the exterior he’s always showing at school.
you get to his place around 7:00, you walked alone much to his disapproval. you knock a few times before putting your hand back to grip your backpack strap, your sweaty palms rubbing against the fabric. after a few seconds, junhan opens the door. there’s a small smile on his face that makes your heart race, and he opens the door a little wider and moves out the way. “come in” he says as he gestures for you to walk inside.
you’re surprised by the state of his dorm, in your mind every college boy’s room is dirty and littered with cans of alcohol and other.. illegal substances. maybe a few clothes on a floor that haven’t seen a washing room in a few weeks. but junhan’s place wasn’t like that at all. it wasn’t spotless, but it was clear he did his best to keep it as clean as possible despite the tight schedule he seems to have. you just didn’t know that he cleaned it for you.
he closes the door and walks up to you but still stands a few feet away before speaking up, “so.. do you wanna start? my coffee table is a little messy so we can study in my room. if you’re okay with that.” he says a little too worriedly. you giggle softly at how frantically he’s speaking but you nod, “that’s fine with me.”
he leads you into his room, and you’re immediately greeted with the sight of his guitars on the wall. he has one acoustic and 2 electric all lined up, a few amps and other accessories are on the floor below them. one that you pay attention to is the one at the end, it has a pretty pattern that catches your eye. he closes the door behind you two before sitting on his bed, pointing to the chair in front of him at his desk, “you can sit at my desk.”
you snap out of your trance and quickly thank him before sitting down at the desk, moving a few papers and notebooks out the way so you can put your laptop down. you open it to your shared document, going back to the study material you two were looking over during class.
“so, he wants us to create a slideshow, right?” you ask him. you already knew the answer and had the syllabus memorized at this point, but you needed to try to talk to him as best you could.
he nods as he opens his own laptop and opens the document their professor sent out earlier that day, “a 20 page slideshow and an 500 word essay due by friday, no exceptions.” he says monotonely, seemingly anything but excited for this project.
you nod and look over at the study material again before speaking, “this website he sent us over has everything we need, we just have to read and take notes and then we can go from there.” you reassure, hoping it’ll make him feel a little easier about this.
he nods, looking back at his computer again, “i guess we can start now.”
about 30 minutes pass and not a single word has been uttered between you two besides him asking if you need water and to use the bathroom, and it’s driving you insane. the point of this was to study, yes, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t talk to each other. he intrigued you so much and you couldn’t tell if it was how quiet he was, the way he probably has more guitars than friends, or how stupidly attractive he was.
either way, you needed to get to know him.
you pull away from your computer, stretching your arms a bit and taking a look back around the room, the guitar from earlier catches your eye again. it had an almost pearlescent brown look to it with a nice dark wood grain for the neck. from what you’ve gathered about him he’s had it for a long time, but you can barely tell due to the condition it’s in.
you look over at his bed and see him still typing away, you assume he’s still taking notes. you can’t help but notice how good he looks, he’s not even dressed up nicely either. his black framed glasses are almost slipping off the tip of his nose and he has to readjust them every few seconds, and every time he does you get a good look at his hands. apart from the dry skin on his fingers, he has pretty, dainty tattoos on the outside of his fingers that made you dizzy.
as much as you’d like to, you knew you couldn’t stare forever, so you decide to try your best to talk to him. “you play?” you say, pointing to the guitars on his wall.
he looks up at you and nods, looking a little surprised you were paying attention that well. “oh, guitar? i’ve been playing for a while now.” he says, and you can tell he’s a little more enthusiastic than usual.
you smile and your eyes widen, “really? i’ve always wanted to play but i couldn’t ever get good at it. you must be really talented.”
his face heats up a bit and he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment, shaking his head, “thank you..” he says awkwardly
you nod and smile again, awed by how shy he is. you glanced back at the wall, absentmindedly staring at the guitar again. you see him out the corner of your eye, tapping his fingers along his notepad like he’s contemplating something.
“it’s not hard once you get back the first few weeks.” he says slowly, like he’s testing the waters, “once you get the hang of it, it’s really fun.”
you hum softly, tilting your head back to him, “still, it’s impossible to me.” you say as you laugh softly.
he hesitates, his eyes flickering between you and his laptop for a moment before speaking again, “you know i could teach you if you’d like. only if you want me to, of course.” he offers.
your heart skips a beat, you never would’ve imagined in a million years someone as shy as him would offer to teach you. but who are you to pass something up like that?
“i’d love that.”
before you can say anything else, he clears his throat, “uh you can-“ he gestures to the empty space next to him on the bed, “sit here, it’s easier if you’re.. closer.”
you bite back a smile and set your laptop and notebook on his desk before sitting next to him. he stands up and grabs the guitar from the wall, quickly plugging it into the amp. he sits back down with it in his lamp and makes sure it’s in tune and at a decent volume before looking over at you.
“do you know how to hold it?” he says as he hands it to you, trying to ignore his heart racing from how pretty you look right now, even though you’re just sitting there.
you nod, taking it from his hands and placing it on your lap. your left hand immediately goes to the fretboard and you use your other hand to adjust the body of the guitar against your thigh, “am i holding it right?”
he nods and smiles a bit, surprised at your posture. “it’s perfect.
his gaze lingers for a little longer before looking back down at your hands, “i’ll show you how to play a c chord, it’s very easy.” he says quietly, like he’s nervous all over again. he shifts closer, his hand hovering over yours as it touches the fretboard. he gently moves your fingers into position, making sure your placement is right and comfortable. you’re trying your best to ignore how warm his hands are, but it’s hard when they’re so close to yours.
he pauses for a second, his gaze flicking up to your face and setting on a few stray strands of hair covering your cheek. without thinking, he reaches up and moves them out the way, gently tucking them behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin for a second too long.
“sorry..” he murmurs, his voice lower like he’s embarrassed. “just need to see your hand,”
you go still for a second before realizing what he’s telling you to do, and you put your hand back on the fretboard like before.
“all you do is place these 3 fingers.. here, here, and here. hold them down, but not too hard or else they’ll hurt.” he says, moving his hand back into his lap when he sees you got the position right.
“now.. strum.”
you strum the guitar once, and you’re immediately taken aback by the way it sounds. you actually, for once in your life, played a guitar chord correctly; and that was all thanks to him. you smile again and strum a few more times, looking up at him.
“i did it!” you say excitedly.
he smiles back proudly, his eyes meeting yours for a second before looking back at your hands, “you did it perfectly. that’s so good!” he says softly, almost like it means more to him than it does to you.
only when you look up is when you realize how close he really is, his face just a few inches from yours. his thighs press against yours, his arm brushing your side every time he shifts. you can smell him, clean laundry and a trace of cologne that he sprayed on just for you.
there’s another far, much worse problem that he refuses to acknowledge, partially due to the fact that he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and the other fact is that he can’t do anything to fix it. he was getting hard.
he swallows, trying to keep his breathing normal, but it’s useless when your eyes keep flicking down to his lips. you don’t even notice you’re doing it until you see the way his gaze drops to your mouth in return.
“you’re.. a really fast learner. that was good”, he say quietly, his voice lower now.
you smile a bit, “you taught me.”
he doesn’t laugh, just leans in slightly, enough to where you can feel the tension growing between you two. “no,” he says, pausing slightly, “i mean.. you’re making it really heard to focus.”
your stomach flips, “am i?”
he lets out a small breath, nodding. “yeah. it’s.. hard to pay attention when you’re looking at me like that.” his eyes flick down to your lips again before darting away like he’s afraid he’s being too obvious.
your heart pounds, warmth creeping up your neck. “is that.. bad?”
he shakes his head quickly, a shy smile tugging at his mouth. “no. not bad.”
there’s a pause where neither of you moves, the air between you heavy. then, like he’s finally made up his mind, he leans in, slow enough for you to see it coming, slow enough to give you time to stop him if you wanted to. but you didn’t.
he didn’t know if it was the fact that you were so close to him, or if it was the way you smelled, or the way you smiled at him when he praised you, but one thing for sure was he couldn’t hold back anymore.
he leans in carefully, like he’s testing the waters and making sure you want this as much as he does. his lips press softly against yours, and just when you realize you need more, he pulls away before you know it’s even over.
you barely give him time to react when you’re leaning back in and kissing him again, firmer this time.
he lets out a soft noise from his throat, one hand finding your waist while the other cradles the side of your neck. the guitar shifts awkwardly in your lap, and you keep having to adjust it so it’s not digging into him, but neither of you care anymore.
before you can do anything, he leans in and presses a warm kiss to your cheek. slow, lingering, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel. then his eyes flick down to the guitar still on your lap. his hands move carefully, almost hesitant, as he takes it from you and sets it against his dresser.
the space between you feels different, heavier now. there’s no holding back anymore. his fingers find your waist again, gently pushing you back onto his bed. your head hits the pillows softly and he moves so he’s on top of you, his knee slotting right between your thighs and his hand bracing the mattress on the side of your head.
his glasses slide slightly down his nose, and you can see through the dim light in his room the faintest pink tint on his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop.
you’re still catching your breath when his voice drops to a whisper. “i’ve wanted you for so long.”
your breath catches, and before he can lean down, you murmur, “then why didn’t you tell me?”
he glances at your lips, his voice low. “didn’t think you’d want me too.”
you smile faintly, shaking your head. “ well then you have no idea how wrong you are.”
that’s all it takes. his mouth finds yours again, deeper this time, more certain than before when he knows you want him as badly as he does. his body presses closer, his palm firm against the bed, his other hand sliding to your hip like he’s finally letting himself touch you the way he’s wanted to. your hands curl into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss grows warmer, slower, like neither of you are in any rush to pull away.
“don’t hold back,” he whispers against your skin, his breath warm. his hand under your shirt slides higher, his palm resting just beneath your ribs as his lips linger on your neck.
your fingers grip the fabric of his shirt tighter, pulling him a little closer without even realizing it. his hand slides further under your shirt so his fingertips are brushing up against the bottom of your bra, your back arching at his warm touch.
he doesn’t pull away this time, just kissing you deeply and slowly while his hands explore your torso cause he can’t help himself anymore. his knee slides down, and when he gets closer you can feel his unmistakable hard on through his sweats.
your breath catches, and the realization makes heat rush straight through you. you shift slightly without thinking, and his breath stutters against your mouth.
“careful,” he murmurs, voice lower now, almost strained.
you look up at him through your lashes, unable to hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “does that.. distract you?”
his eyes lock on yours, and for a second he looks like he’s about to answer honestly, but instead he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. “you have no idea.”
he notices, and his lips curve into a faint smile against your neck. “you feel even better than i imagined,” he whispers, his voice a little rougher now.
the pressure of his knee shifts again, pressing up in a way that makes your thighs clench around him. you let out a shaky breath, biting down on your lip so hard you can taste the faint hint of metal, still trying to keep quiet.
but he notices that too. he leans up just enough to meet your eyes, his own darker now, and says softly, “i wanna hear you, please?”
you nod and smile softly at him, watching as he leans down to kiss the underside of your jaw as both his hands start to pull your shirt up slightly. your arms lift instinctively, and he pulls away for a second to take your shirt off completely.
he almost moans at the sight, he would’ve never imagined that he’d have you under him like this, completely under his control. but it feels better than he would’ve ever thought it to be.
“so so pretty..” he whispers, leaning down to kiss a line from your neck down to your belly button. his hand caresses your bra, squeezing gently, making you moan a little louder than you expected to. he smirks to himself and continues kissing you, reaching behind your back to free you from the restraints of the fabric.
he kisses down your chest slowly, tugging your bra aside until you’re fully bare beneath him. the look on his face makes your skin burn, it feels like he’s trying memorizing every inch of you, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to see you like this (he can’t). his mouth wraps around your nipple, gentle at first while his other hand squeezes your entire boob, the wetness of his tongue makes you grip the sheet harder.
your hand tangles into his fluffy hair, grabbing it gently but hard enough to make him groan. he breathes against your skin, grinding further into you. you can’t believe you have him like this, the boy that was too shy to look in your direction during class was moaning your name in your ear?!
his other hand slides down, brushing along your side until it reaches the waistband of your jeans. he hesitates for a second, lifting his head to glance up at you. “can i?” he asks, voice breathy.
you nod, letting out a breath as your hand is still gripping onto his hair, “please.”
that’s all it takes for him to start unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down to leave you in your lacy set that you may or may not have worn on purpose.
his eyes flicker from your eyes to the fabric as he finishes pulling your jeans off, his large hands moving your tights apart.
you notice he looks nervous all over again, so you take his hand and lead it down your body and placing it over your heat, silently letting him know that you want this as bad as he does.
“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re so warm..” he says, his fingers pressing down gently.
you whine softly, rolling your hips against his hand without meaning to. you’ve never been this desperate, it’s like your body is begging for him. his eyes darken watching you move, his breathing becoming more heavier now.
he moves your panties to the side, his fingertips trailing up and down your slit before easing two inside. you gasp at the initial stretch, his eyes locking back on to yours to make sure that he’s not hurting you. you barely nod your head before he slips his fingers back out and move them back into you.
“junhan-“ you gasp, your thighs clenching around his hand so tightly it felt like it could break. he smirks, adding a thumb to your clit and circling softly. the combination of both is something you’ve never felt before, you could barely get off to your fingers, but feeling his was something completely incomparable.
just when you feel like you’re about to come undone, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips, licking your slick clean off his fingers. you let out a whine at the loss of stretch, but you feel something in you change when you see him sucking on his fingers so desperately.
“i can’t wait anymore.” he admits, his voice rough.
your stomach flips and nerves kick in that you didn’t have before, but you couldn’t wait any longer. “i’ve been waiting for you to say that..”
his hands fumble at the hem of his shirt before tugging it over his head, his glasses slipping off and falling onto the bed in the process. you can’t help but stare at his torso, he’s so lean and pretty, and you start to hate his clothes for the way they kept this hidden from you for so long.
he stands off the bed to take his sweats off, not forgetting to stumble when he’s pulling them off his feet. you giggle softly, but stop when you see his dick print through his boxers. he’s huge.
he notices the way you look at him, his face turning red. “d-don’t look at me like that.” he mutters as he finishes taking his boxers off, your eyes immediately going to his cock before you can stop yourself. it was just as pretty as you imagined it to be.
he swallows hard, climbing back into the bed and pressing himself against you. he groans, burying his face into your neck as his hands grip onto your hips.
“wait- fuck i need..” he trails off, pulling back to reach over you and to his beside table. he opens it, grabbing a small unopened box of condoms. he fumbles with the box for a bit before opening it, pulling a small foil out before throwing it back into his drawer and closing it.
he rips the plastic before slipping it onto himself, letting out a small moan from the way he’s gripping himself. “sorry.. i didn’t wanna..” he trails off again, embarrassed.
you call out his name, smiling softly, “it’s okay, i’m glad you did.” you reassure.
you lift your hips and he helps you finish taking off your panties, almost moaning at the sight of how wet your pussy is. his eyes soften softly, but not for too long when he looks back down and realizes what’s about to happen.
he rubs his tip against your clit, moaning softly at the feeling, he still can’t believe he has you like this. “f-fuck you’re so wet, is this normal?”
you let out a breathy laugh, your hips grinding softly against him, “i jus… like you a lot.” you murmur, your pulse picking up at the sound of his voice.
“you ready?” he asks, searching for the answer in your face before you even say anything.
you nod, tugging him closer, your lips brushing against his cheek and leaving a small kiss. “i want you so badly, please?”
you begging is all it takes, he lines himself up with you before pushing himself past your entrance and letting himself sink into you. your whine catches in your throat and your nails dig into his shoulders. he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as his head falls onto your shoulder as a way to ground himself from being overwhelmed.
“you’re so tight.. feels so good.” he cuts himself off with another moan, his fingers still gripping onto your hips.
he waits a few seconds for you to adjust to size, seeing your small nod before starting to move. the way he moves into your makes your jaw drop, a silent moan falling from your lips as you hold onto his shoulders.
immediately, his hips start moving against yours, each thrust earning a low groan from him and making your head spin. the sound of skin on skin fills the room, hot and desperate. when you look up, junhan is completely lost in the moment, lips parted and flushed, eyes half-lidded, as he buries himself deep into you again and again.
he groans low and desperate, thrusting faster than before, voice breaking. “fuck.. you’re so perfect, god, so tight.. feels so good.” he pants, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing your shoulder.
you gasp, nails raking down his back. you take one hand off him to grip the bedsheets when you feet something hard, it was his glasses that fell off. an idea hits you and grab them, slipping them onto your face. they’re too big, completely crooked on your face and sitting way too low on your nose bridge, but the way he looks at you when he realizes you’re wearing them makes you clench harder around him.
“oh my god” he groans, thrusts faltering for a second, “you’re so perfect.”
he starts thrusting faster than before and you let out a loud moan, your hand going back to dig your nails into his back like before, “i’m so close”
he groans into your neck, his teeth grazing against your collarbone. “me too.. fuck, i can’t hold it” he pants, hips snapping harder against you in a desperate motion.
hearing him just as needy as you pushes you over the edge, your lip trembles and your lashes flutter when your orgasm washes over you, ripping a yell of his name from your throat.
then it hits him, and he swears he’s never seen or heard anything prettier. he whimpers into your ear, hips stuttering as he cums into the condom, silently wishing it wasn’t there in the first place, and hoping it isn’t there next time. his body trembles against yours and you’re chest to chest, his hands still gripping onto your hips like a vice.
he shudders again, tiny moans escaping as he rocks into you slowly, coming down from the intensity while still buried inside you. he sighs softly, forehead brushing against your soft skin and lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw and collarbone, finally allowing himself to relax in your touch.
he lays against you for a bit, trying to catch his breath and revel in the ecstasy of it all. his fingers trace your arm, absentmindedly drawing patterns when he realizes he’s still inside you.
“oh shit.” he says, sitting up and slowly pulling out of you with a quiet whimper. he ties the condom off and throws it away in his trashcan, then heads into his bathroom without a word.
he comes back with a wet towel, slowly climbing back onto the bed with you and gesturing for you to open your legs again. he gently brushes the towel against you, earning a wince from the way the towel brushes against your swollen clit.
“i know, i’m sorry i’m almost done,” he whispers, trying to finish as fast as possible so you’re not uncomfortable anymore. he finishes and throws the towel in his laundry basket before laying back next to you and throwing a blanket over the two of you.
his arms wrap around you protectively and his chest keeps you warm and safe. your hair is slightly damp and you’re both a little sweaty, his glasses are completely off your face somehow and on the other side of the bed, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his heart beating against yours.
you let out a shaky laugh when you look around his room and see your laptop and notebook still on his desk, completely turned off due to inactivity. “we’re definitely getting an F.” you murmur, voice muffled against his shoulder.
he smiles and laughs back, holding you a little tighter than before. his lips buried into your hair as he speaks,
“it was worth it.”
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loser boyfriend headcanons | l. jooyeon
➨ pairing: bf!jooyeon x fem!reader
➨ genre: fluff + smut
➨ word count: 761
➨ warnings: pervert panty stealing jooyeon.. mentions of somnophilia and edging because i love it #Sawry
➨ a/n: this was lowk written for my babi @xdeez-75 i love you so much (•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ writing things like this makes me realize how much of an actual FREAK i am like forreal.!! lmk if y’all want more hc like these :3
loser bf jooyeon who.. trips over his own feet when he tries to act nonchalant in front of you, and ends up in near tears trying to make you pay attention to literally ANYTHING else
loser bf jooyeon who.. has the absolute WORST taste in clothing. you’re basically his stylist at this point, and his thief since all you do is steal half his closet. but he loves it when he gets them back and they smell like you
loser bf jooyeon who.. acts like he’s “locked in” during practice, bass in his lap and amp turned up all the way (or as loud as you let him), just for him to be watching random youtube videos on his laptop
loser bf jooyeon who.. sees a single vegetable in the meal that you made him and fights for his absolute life to finish to no matter what, because his love for you is stronger than his hatred for greens
loser bf jooyeon who.. sends you long voice messages instead of texting you because he “gets distracted” (he really just misses you and hates when he can’t call you)
loser bf jooyeon who.. HATES when you’re mad at him, he feels so sad even though it was definitely his fault :< will sulk until you forgive him, and will definitely make you forget why you were even mad in the first place
loser bf jooyeon who.. acts cocky all the time, like he KNOWS he’s attractive, but completely melts into his hands when you compliment him
loser bf jooyeon who.. tries to be a good boyfriend and bake for you but FAILS. nearly burns down the kitchen and gets a really long scolding from jungsu
loser bf jooyeon who.. stays up all night playing video games, specifically leave league of legends, and then pretends to have slept when you text him good morning just so you don’t yell at him >.<
loser bf jooyeon who.. can’t help but cum in his pants everytime you guys make out. you’re so hot and he can’t take it when you’re grinding on him :[
loser bf jooyeon who.. pouts when you scold him for his late-night gaming, but secretly loves the attention. he just nuzzles his head into your neck, murmuring how your voice is the only thing that could ever make him hard enough to beg you to ride his cock until he fills you up
loser bf jooyeon who.. wakes up hard every morning. normal for guys right? wrong. for him, the second he wakes up and feels you next to him, your thin sleeping wear lifting up in all the right places, he’s fighting back a moan in his throat and doing everything in his power not to fuck you in that state
loser bf jooyeon who.. has stolen your panties so many times, you stopped keeping count of how many have gone “missing” since you started dating him. he felt wrong and dirty for it at first, but how dirty could it be when you’re his girlfriend? when you’re not home, he can spend hours jerking himself off into the fabric til it’s basically nothing, just a frail piece of lace covered in his own cum dripping down his hand
loser bf jooyeon who.. can edge himself for hours if you asked him to. he’s been crying and whimpering into his own fist in his hotel room while you’re watching from your phone screen, thousands of miles away. he’s just so good and obedient, and wants to please you in any way. maybe you’ll tease him a little longer, you’ll finally let him finish ;3
loser bf jooyeon who.. had no clue about his size kink until he met you. your first time together, his mouth was left open in shock seeing your hands barely being able to wrap around him, let alone take him entirely.
loser bf jooyeon who.. could spend hours between your thighs if you let him. his knees digging into the mattress of his messy bed, hands gripping onto your hips to push you down and keep you close so you don’t move. his tongue his constantly switching from sucking on your clit to prodding your hole, never letting you get used to a single feeling at once. you lift his head by his hair, his eyes are glossed over and lips dripping from your heat. but he only has one mission: to make you squirt on his tongue.
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pillow humping | p. jisung
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➨ pairing: park jisung x fem reader
➨ genre: smut (MDNI)
➨ word count: 939
➨ warnings: pervy jisung, sub(?) jisung, i probably used the word “mess” too many times, reader and jisung are friends and he wants her sooooo bad
jisung knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. not when you were just with him a few hours ago, sitting way too close on his bed, laughing at something he said that wasn’t even funny, stealing bites of snacks that weren’t even yours. not when your perfume still lingers in the air, the sweet scent reminding him of how intoxicatingly sweet you were.
he shifts onto his back and stares at the ceiling in hopes these thoughts will go away, but it’s useless. he can’t stop his body from reacting, his cock already straining against his pants; harder than it was before.
the way your lips parted when you spoke to him, the look in your eyes you’d get when you’d stare at him for a bit too long for it to be platonic, the way your fingers played with the hem of your sweater when you got shy.
his breath shudders as he squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he can, hoping, praying it’ll make it stop, but it doesn’t. he can’t ignore the heat pooling in his abdomen anymore.
he knows it’s wrong and pervy, and if you found out you’d probably be disgusted. but he’s way too fucking horny to think about morals right now as he gently runs his hands down his toned chest, stopping just above his waistband.
he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but he can’t stop himself as his hand travels under his sweats and wraps around his rock hard cock. he lets out a small moan, bucking his hips up into his hand. he’s barely touched himself but he’s already so sensitive, so close to cumming, and that’s all because of you.
he moves his hand back and forth, using his precum as a way to slide his pump himself faster. he bites his bottom lip as he tries to stifle back a whimper, but he ultimately fails. he can’t stop your name from falling out of his lips, it rolls so smoothly off his tongue like you’re the one giving him this pleasure.
it feels good, but it’s not enough. his grip tightens, his thumb brushing over his tip and he swears under his breath, his brows furrowing and he becomes more hot and bothered by the second. still, it’s not enough. his hand is nothing to what you’d feel like. he can almost imagine it, your pussy clenching around him, your smaller hand wrapped around his dick, teasing him however you’d like.
he exhales frustratedly as he turns onto his side, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he blindly reaches for the small throw pillow on his bed. his fingers gently grasp the fabric, hesitating for a moment before pulling it closer.
he’s way too far gone at this point to feel shame, as he aligns himself with it.
“f-fuck..” he breaths out as he buries his head into the mattress as a way to ground himself. he moves his hips gently against the pillow, rocking himself against it to get any type of friction he can.
and just like that, any restraint is gone.
his fingers grip the pillow tighter as he moves, rolling his hips experimentally. his mind is a mess at this point, thinking back to earlier when you were in his room, on his bed. he sniffs the sheets, moaning out loud when he smells another whiff of your perfume.
“y/n..”
your name falls from his lips again in a breathless whisper before he even realizes he said it. but hearing it out loud makes it worse, makes it real. make his movements more desperate than before.
he ruts into the pillow harder, his precum leaking through his sweatpants making an already sticky situation worse.
he can feel himself approaching his orgasm way faster than he ever has, faster than the other times he’s made himself cum to the thought of you. maybe it’s the fact that he had you so close today, close enough to touch, but not enough to keep. maybe this was his way of filling in the gap of being close to you that he so desperately needs.
the friction is maddening, dragging over his cock just right, but it’s not enough. his body craves more, his pace becoming more frantic and messy as he becomes more desperate.
“y/n.. y/n…..” he chants your name like a mantra as he pictures you underneath him, your nails clawing and creating scratches at his back as he snaps his hips into you at an inconceivable pace. your sweet whimpers and pleads filling his ears and encouraging to go faster.
his voice is shaky and strained as his hips jerk a few more times against the pillow, approaching his orgasm. a loud whimper falls from his lips as he cums, his mouth wide open and his hands gripping the mattress so hard it starts to cramp. his cum leaks through his boxers and onto the pillow and the mattress, his white ropes coating his bedsheets and creating a dirty mess that he’ll for sure have to pay for later.
it takes a second, maybe even longer, to come back to reality. for his breathing to slow, for the haze in his mind to clear just enough to register the cold wet feeling of the fabric sticking against his body.
and then it hits him.
“shit.”
he pushes himself up on shaky arms, breath still uneven and face completely flushed as he looks down. the pillow, his fucking pillow, is completely ruined, and he can’t even begin to process what this means.
what the fuck did he just do?
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a/n: omg this was so freaky of me.. this was supposed to be like 400 words max but ummm somebody got a little carried away! if you know me irl don’t read this Please .. also theme change coming soon be warned
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kickina. mind blowina. bodv shivering. orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magniticent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly he could give me a nuclear bomb inside and i would still ride him.
how they eat you out | xdinary heroes ot6
➨ pairing: xdinary heroes x fem!reader
➨ genre: smut (are we surprised)
➨ warnings: freaky xh.. kinda dom jungsu and jooyeon?, sweet gunil that everybody falls for, lowk submissive junhan but are we surprised !!
gunil.. he would be the type to spend the majority of his time with you warming you up, whispering sweet praises into your skin as he kisses up and down your thighs, teasing you a bit by deliberately avoiding where you need him most. he would definitely worship you the most out of all of the boys, making sure that you’re ready for him eventually.
“let me take my time with you..”
jungsu.. he would be the type to grip you so hard, there would be imprints of his fingertips the next day on your hips. he’d do his best to keep you from squirming, but you both know that with the work of his tongue, that would be hard.
“stay still for me, baby.”
gaon.. would tease the absolute fuck out of you to the point where he has you begging. he loves seeing you so frustrated to the point where you could grab his face and just do whatever you want with it, but you won’t. he’d blow air on you, smirking everytime he’d see tears falling from your cheeks from how badly you need him. kissing your thighs til they shake, loving seeing you lose your mind before he finally gives you what you want.
“you want it that bad?”
ode.. he’d be the type to have you sprawled in front of a mirror, forcing you to watch yourself submit to him, seeing how much you’re dripping for him. he would get off watching you see yourself, hoping that you could see yourself the way he does.
“look at yourself, you’re dripping for me.”
junhan.. he would be so intimate with him, he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth off of yours. he’d trail a kiss from your lips down to your clit, using the flat part of his tongue to make your back arch. his voice would rumble against your skin, smiling into you from his good you sound, and even how much better you look.
“you’re so pretty for me..”
jooyeon.. he wouldn’t even give you a choice up to a certain point, already pulling your shorts and panties off and grabbing your hips to make you sit on his face. he knows how much you love his nose, using it to his advantage as the tip rubs against your clit while his tongue sinks deep inside you. you’re always worried about putting your entire weight on him, but he pushes your thoughts away by holding your thighs down to the bed to keep you from moving.
“don’t hold back, let me have you all.”
