synopsis: your newest running partner, kim junseo! (very much inspired from this video from the choi crew)
› pairings & contents: runner!junseo x (runner) fem!reader
✧ warnings: smut ofcourse, very early morning sex lol, explicit dirty talk, praise, some profanity, pet names, eating out + fingering, oral sex. this is a work of fiction.
kim junseo's love for running is quiet and a relatively new rhythm. it's the first thing you learn about him, before you even know his name. you see him on the track at dawn. you're there, too, chasing your own pace, your own silence. it's only a matter of time before your orbits sync.
it starts with a nod. then, one misty morning, he falls into step beside you, matching your stride perfectly. "your cadence is off," he says, his voice a low, smooth baritone, not even breathless. "you're over-striding. shorten your step."
you're too surprised to be offended. "are you giving me unsolicited form advice?"
"yes." a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. "it'll save your knees. try it."
you do. and it feels better. that's it. that's the beginning. he becomes your shadow, then your partner. you learn he runs not to race, not to win, but for the clarity. "the world makes sense at this pace," he tells you one day as you cool down, stretching against the chain-link fence. "everything else is just noise."
you understand. you run for the same reason.
your morning runs become sacred. 5:30 am, rain or shine, at the park with the long, looping trail. you talk about everything and nothing. work. the terrible coffee from the stand near the entrance. the stray dog that sometimes joins you for a half-mile. the way the light filters through the trees. he's reserved, but not closed off. he listens like he runs. and he's cute.
the shift is gradual. a hand on the small of your back to guide you around a puddle. lingering eye contact over shared water bottles. the way he says your name, like it's a finish line he's happy to reach.
it comes to a head after a particularly punishing long run. 12KM later, you'd pushed each other, competitive in that way you are, and you're both drenched in sweat, lungs burning, legs trembling with delicious fatigue. you're leaning against his car in the empty parking lot, the sunrise painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink.
"fuck," you pant, wiping your forehead with your sleeve. "that last hill."
"you killed it," he says, his eyes on you, dark and appreciative. he's not looking at the sunrise. "you're incredible."
the air between you crackles, charged with endorphins and something else you couldn't really name. something that's been building for miles and weeks. you're both buzzing with it, that raw, alive feeling that comes after you've pushed your body to its limit.
"junseo," you say, your voice softer than you intend.
he takes a step closer. the scent of sweat, clean salt and effort, mingles between you. "yeah?"
"what happens after the run?"
he understands. he always does. his gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes. "come home with me," he says, simple and direct. "shower off the track. i'll make you breakfast."
you nod. "okay."
his apartment is minimalist, clean, and smells faintly of sandalwood and fresh linen. it feels like him. orderly, calm, with an undercurrent of disciplined strength. he hands you a towel and a soft t-shirt. "you can use the shower first."
but you don't move. you stand in the middle of his living room, the adrenaline from the run morphing into a different kind of energy. he's watching you, leaning against the kitchen counter, his running shirt peeled off, revealing the sculpted, lean torso of a distance runner. he's all defined lines and corded muscle. fuck, he's so hot.
"actually," you say, your heart pounding a new rhythm. "i'm still… wound up."
a slow smile spreads across his face. it's a rare, full smile that reaches his eyes, and it transforms him. "yeah. me too." he pushes off the counter and walks toward you, his movements still carrying that runner's economy. he stops just inches away. "you need to come down. cool down properly."
"is that what you call it?" you breathe.
"it's an important part of the routine." his hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. his touch is firm, sure. "helps prevent injury. lets the muscles relax." he leans in, his lips brushing yours, once, twice, a whisper of a touch. "let me take care of you.
it's not a question. it's a statement. a soft command. and it makes your knees weak.
"yes," you whisper.
the kiss deepens, turning from a cool-down into a sprint. it's hungry, fueled by months of shared miles and silent understanding. he tastes like the energy gel he took at mile eight and something uniquely, essentially him. his hands slide from your face, down your neck, over your shoulders, pushing the damp straps of your tank top down. he breaks the kiss only to pull the garment over your head, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in your sports bra.
"pretty girl," he murmurs, his voice husky. "all that strength. all that will." he kisses your shoulder, the hollow of your throat, his mouth hot against your sweat-cooled skin. he unhooks your bra with a deft flick, and it joins your top on the floor. his breath hitches as he looks at you. "fuck. i've imagined this. on the trail. when you're ahead of me, and i'm just watching you move."
his confession sends a shock of heat straight to your core. he guides you backwards towards his bedroom, a room as sparse and clean as the rest, dominated by a wide, low bed. he lays you down, following you, his body covering yours. the feel of him, solid and warm, is better than any post-run stretch.
he takes his time. he's a man who understands pacing. his mouth is on your breasts, licking, sucking, teasing your nipples until they're pebbled hard and you're arching off the mattress. his hands roam your body, tracing the muscles in your quads, the curve of your calf, with a reverence that's almost clinical in its appreciation. "perfect," he keeps whispering. "so perfect for me."
when his fingers hook into the waistband of your running shorts and underwear, he pauses, looking up at you. his eyes are dark, intense, but soft at the edges. "tell me you want this. use your words, beautiful."
"please, junseo—"
he smiles that small, private smile and strips you bare. he kneels between your legs, just looking, his gaze so hot it feels like a touch.
then he lowers his head.
his mouth on you is deliberate, focused. he eats you out with the same concentration he applies to his stride analysis. he learns you, studies your reactions, finding the rhythm that makes you gasp, the pressure that makes you moan. his tongue is relentless, circling your clit, then plunging deep, his fingers joining to curl inside you. it's overwhelming, this targeted, devoted attention.
"junseo—! i'm, i'm going to…"
"i know," he says against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. "come for me. let go. i've got you."
you shatter with a cry, your body seizing as the orgasm crashes through you, wave after wave, your hands fisting in his hair. he gentles his touch, lapping softly until you're trembling and oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
he moves up your body, kissing a path up your stomach, between your breasts, to your mouth. you can taste yourself on his lips. he's still in his running shorts, the fabric tented obscenely. you reach for the waistband, but he catches your wrist.
"let me," he says, his voice thick with need. he stands, shucking his shorts and briefs in one motion. he's gorgeous, fully erect, his body a testament to his passion. he grabs a condom from the nightstand, sheathes himself quickly, his eyes never leaving yours.
he comes back to you, settling between your thighs. he guides himself to your entrance, the head nudging against your slick heat. he looks down at you, his expression open, vulnerable in a way you've never seen. "you trust me?" he asks, needing the verbal confirmation.
"always," you say, meaning it with every fiber of your being.
he pushes in with one slow, deep, devastating thrust, filling you completely. you both groan, a synchronized sound of pure relief. he stills, buried inside you, his forehead dropping to yours. "god… you feel… even better than i dreamed."
then he begins to move. and it's like running with him. it's a perfect, synchronized pace. deep, measured thrusts that start slow, building gradually. he sets the rhythm, and your body follows, meeting him, matching him. his hands are on your hips, gripping firmly, guiding you. "that's it," he breathes, his voice ragged. "just like that. perfect pace. you take me so well."
the room fills with the sounds of skin on skin, of ragged breaths, of the soft, rhythmic creak of the bedframe. it's not frantic; it's sustained, powerful, like the steady beat of your feet on the trail. he shifts angle slightly, and on the next thrust, he hits a spot that makes you see stars.
"there! fuck—," you cry out. "right there, junseo."
"i know," he grunts, his control fraying. he focuses on that angle, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more insistent. "come on, baby. come with me. i need to feel you."
his words, the nickname, the building tension in your gut,, it's too much. your second climax builds fast, a tight coil springing free. you clutch at his back, your legs locking around his waist. "junseo, i'm—!"
"now," he commands, his own release tearing through him. "come now."
you break together. your orgasm rips through you, a silent, blinding wave that turns into a choked sob. he shouts your name, his body slamming into you one last time as he pulses deep inside you, his own release shuddering through him.
he collapses, careful to keep his weight on his forearms, his face buried in your neck. you're both slick with sweat again, breathing in the same ragged, spent unison as you did after the hill. his heartbeat thunders against your chest, a rapid, familiar cadence.
after long moments, he softens and slips out of you. he disposes of the condom and returns instantly, gathering you against him, pulling the sheet over you both. you're curled into his side, your head on his chest, listening to his heart gradually slow to a resting pace.
his fingers trace idle patterns on your shoulder. "cool down successful?" he asks, his voice a sleepy rumble.
you laugh, a tired, happy sound. "very. best cool down ever."
he presses a kiss to your hair. "good. because i want to do it again. tomorrow. after our run."
you tilt your head up to look at him. "the run, or the cool down?"
he smiles, that real, full smile just for you. "depends on your mood, really,"
you snuggle closer, your muscles loose and satisfied, a deeper contentment settling in your bones. "both then,"
cw: mean dom, spitting, degradation, name calling, edging
a/n: this is a request that was too good to ignore. anon, I love you. I'm just like you. you're just like me. also, this anon was very sweet abt the request. anon, I love you.
Your body aches with desperation, every nerve wound tight, but Junseo is merciless. He drives into you with slow, punishing thrusts, deep enough to make you choke on your own breath, but never giving you what you need.
“Pathetic,” he hisses against your ear, his voice low and scathing. “Clenching on me like you deserve to cum. You don’t. Not tonight.” His hips grind forward with deliberate cruelty, hitting every spot that makes you cry out, only to slow down, to pull back just before the heat in your belly can snap.
Your fingers dig into the sheets, your voice breaking. “Please, Junseo—please, I’ll be good, I’ll—”
“Shut up.” His hand closes around your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off your plea. He leans down, eyes burning into yours. “You think begging’s gonna change anything? You think I don’t know exactly how close you are?” His lips twist into a smirk before he spits directly into your open mouth. “Swallow it.”
The taste is bitter, degrading, but you obey instantly, throat working as he watches with satisfaction.
“That’s my good little cocksleeve,” he mutters, his hips snapping forward once, harsh enough to bruise. “But you still don’t get to cum.”
He pulls out suddenly, leaving you aching and empty. You gasp at the loss, but he only sneers, wrapping his fist around his cock. His hand moves fast, deliberate, while he positions himself between your thighs. His other hand forces your legs wide open, exposing your dripping, needy cunt.
“Look at this mess,” he taunts, jerking himself harder as he stares down at you. “So wet, so ready, and you’re not getting shit. You’re nothing but a hole for me to use, and I decide how.”
“Junseo, please—” your voice cracks, high and desperate.
His laugh is cruel. He spits again, this time right onto your swollen clit, the saliva mixing with your slick. “That’s all you get. My spit and my cum.” He leans forward, spitting once more onto your tits, then drags the head of his cock across them, smearing spit and pre-cum over your skin.
The wet slap of his hand on his cock fills the air, your body trembling beneath him as you watch. He doesn’t even look at your face, his eyes are fixed between your legs, on the way you’re dripping and quivering.
“Beg for it,” he orders sharply.
“I—I need you, I need to cum, please—”
“Too fucking bad.” His voice is a growl, his hand tightening around himself until he grunts, spilling hot ropes of his cum across your pussy. The warmth splashes over your folds, your clit, even your entrance, dripping down your slit.
You whimper, but he doesn’t let you enjoy it. He pushes the head of his cock against your hole, smearing his cum around before shoving it into you with two fingers, forcing the mess inside.
“Take it,” he snarls, his fingers fucking his seed into you roughly. “That’s all you’re worth tonight. My cum stuffed in your cunt and nothing else.”
The shame burns hot, mixing with the ache between your thighs, and when you moan helplessly, he smirks down at you. “You filthy little whore. Can’t even cum, and you’re still moaning. That’s why you’ll always need me.”
it was a chance taken as soon as it presented itself to you. you had been hanging out with your boyfriend, junseo, sitting in the shared living room of the dorm. his members had asked the both of you if you'd wanted to come with when they were going out to get some ice cream to try to survive the summer heat, but you had declined, happy to get some time alone together, even if just for a bit.
although, junseo wasn't aware of your ulterior motives for declining going out. he'd thought that it was because you felt it would be awkward, and that he could understand. he wasn't opposed to spending some more time with you, snuggled up on the couch as much as you could without getting too warm and sweaty in the heat.
which was exactly what ended up happening anyway. it hadn't taken long after the members were out of the door before you'd cupped his jaw, pulling it to you to have your boyfriend look at you, just before leaning in to kiss him deeply. a little surprised, since it came out of the blue, but not against it, junseo kissed you back, his big hands finding their place on your back, pulling you closer out of habit. you took the time to swing your leg over his, straddling his lap, one hand slipping into his hair and one on the base of his neck.
you fell into a rhythm you were familiar with, and it was as if he was going on autopilot, forgetting all about where he was and how uncomfortable his body was in the heat. you started kissing down his neck and push his t-shit off him, slowly at first to give him time to tell you off if he didn't want to go further. but he said nothing, just helped get your own shirt off too. it was only when his sweaty skin met the fabric of the couch that he was brought out of his daze.
"sweetheart, the others can come back any time..." his concern was sweet and you couldn't help placing a kiss on his cheek before moving to speak against his ear, saying; "guess we'll just have to be quick then."
in a flash, his shorts were lowered just enough and the loose shorts you'd been wearing were pushed to the side, hurriedly getting ready to sink down on junseo's hard cock. when you did, you had to still and breathe deeply for a bit. with no prep, the stretch was more intense than it usually was and you had to let your body accommodate his size before you could move again, making sure your body was more relaxed before doing so.
when you started moving, it didn't take long before it evolved into a full bounce on his lap, his dick filling you up in just the way you'd needed, and his hands on your ass, to help you move yourself up and down. as promised, riding him on the couch wasn't going to last long, junseo repositioned his hand so that his other could slide between your legs, helping your climax come quicker.
junseo's hips meeting yours in some harsh upwards thrusts and his fingers moving quickly against your bundle of nerves, it didn't take long for you to shudder and twitch and bite into his shoulder as to not release your moans at full force, considering you didn't know how many people were around you and how much they could hear. in your climax you could hear your boyfriend grunt as he pulled your hips flush with his, hips still kicking up to fuck deeper into you as he also came.
you both thought you were on the safe side, not having taken too long, but you soon heard the click of the door being unlocked. you scrambled to jump off him, muffling a whimper as he slid out, and get your clothes on right again (thankfully your shirts hadn't been thrown too far).
you got some glances and some stares from the others, but with the way they were teasing, they just thought you'd taken the chance to make out on the couch while they were away. you told them that you were going to take a shower, glancing at junseo. you could tell he was also understanding that it would be good for you to get cleaned before his cum started to drip out of you enough that your underwear and shorts were unable to hold it back.
"i'll go with. to save on water and all." they all shouted after him, calling him gross, as they threw themselves onto the couch they were unaware had just been used for nefarious purposes.
warnings - Dom?Junseo, Fat!y/n <3, korean (translations included), creampie, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (you!), dirty talk, he lifts you up, mating press, cowgirl (yeehaw ammirite)
translation guide: (-implied words- rest of/full translation) if i fucked up any korean pls KINDLY lmk! i'm still learning!!
words - 3797
request - closed inbox thirsts: open
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an: based on those bedazzled name undies that i kept getting ads for on tiktok lmfao and also the fact that i can't get this man out of my head. i'm so in love w him it makes me physically ill. i may write like i want to fuck him (and i do), but more than that i want to romance him and if i wrote about that it would become so sappy and sickly sweet that you'd vomit until you died, so instead i'll write this porn about him. you're welcome <3 don't forget to use protection pls!! i'm begging on my hands and knees... we live in super hell rn and super hell doesn't need any more children (unless ofc you have the means and resources to raise aforementioned children happily and healthily! god forbid they end up fucked up like i am and write smut about music artists and animated men) ofc i did not proof read this. if something is fucked up... welp... it's tough in these street ig but not as tough as it is in these sheets-- UPTOP!!
Junseo never thought he'd enjoy something like this. He always felt a little dirty afterwards and so did you but in the moment... he didn't just enjoy it. He loved it. In fact, most days, despite himself, he craved it and you always obliged.
Junseo had promised to come over immediately after practice. You had messaged him that morning wishing him good luck for the day and reminding him that he was loved and not to skip his meals. It was the same nagging message you'd been sending, since you were just a BB on fancafe. It always made him smile.
He went to respond with his usual, "thank you for always supporting us. I love you. ♡" which he knew made you always 'chew through the carpet' in a bad way' as you would say
But before he could hit send you sent him a photo. What you wore wasn't necessarily too revealing... but there you were kneeling in the full body mirror in your bedroom, wearing a tube top (that he couldn't help but notice accentuated the softer rolls of your back, coming to cover just underneath them), and what was obviously a pair of his sweatpants based on the way they hung loosely on you hips (despite the angle of the photo being from the back, he could tell by how close the waistband sat to the curve of your ass, that you wearing it lower in the front too-- showing more of you tummy unabashedly).
While just this outfit alone had his cheeks heating up and thoughts arising from places other than his brain; he would normally be able to keep control of himself. Watering down any suggestive thoughts or ideas, with the feeling of love. Junseo always felt special when you sent photos like this because the two of you had talked many times about your shared eating issues and disordered thoughts... so when you sent something that showed off and emphasized aspects of your body that you normally talked negatively about.... he felt his heart swelling. He loved every inch of you and always made it very noticeable. Any moment that you loved every inch too, felt like a win.
And this time, just like normal, he did think about all of those things. He tried thinking of them 3 times, but there was one last article of clothing that had him almost lightheaded. Junseo gripped the phone in his hand like it was his only life line to reality, as he looked between the photo and the message underneath.
Sitting higher on your waist was a medium width black silk "waistband", that led to what was obviously a lace thong. Along the band was his name in bejeweled lettering. It sat perfectly with the sweatpants. He had to keep reading the message underneath to ground himself and remind himself of what the day ahead of him entailed.
" 서씨보고싶당..
오늘따라 유난히 너가 보고싶어<3 제발 집에 와 ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ "
(mr. seo i miss you *cutely* especially today! please come home)
The message was cute. It was you trying your best to be cute in his native language. He told you once that it gave him strength to see you working hard on something important to you and ever since then, you'd send messages such as this.
It didn't match the photo.
His brain was really struggling to compute all of the emotions he was feeling but he did know one thing despite the mini tornado in his mind... he would be seeing you tonight.
Just when you began to get nervous about the silence from his end despite knowing he'd seen the message , you finally got a response.
You grinned.
" 난 너가 귀여워서 좋아 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I'll be over after tonight's practice ♡"
(-this is why- i like you, because you're cute lol)
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Junseo spends the entire day in idol mode. He works extra hard. Giving 400% instead of 200%. Telling himself that the harder he works the faster the day will pass by.
In idol mode everything is a blur. Fansign, to comeback preparations, to dance video shoot, and finally to comeback practice.
By the time the day comes to an end, Junseo is cleaning quickly and efficiently. Not once does he stop to take a break despite the fact that they've been dancing for almost 3 hours.
The boys all eye him with worried curiosity, except Lune he watches him with a smirk and a mischievous glint.
Just when Lune sees Yuku get up to approach his elder, who was still bustling around quickly, he too gets up. He casually walks across the room to grab water as if that had been his purpose all along.
"Don't worry Yuku," he says over his shoulder, before grabbing his water and unscrewing the cap, " his girlfriend just ' really misses mister seo ' "
Junseo’s head whips around, a dark blush on his face as his eyes meet Lune's. His elder winks at him and continues speaking.
"Just go ahead and head out Yuku lost to me in our last gaming tournament sooo," his eyes trail dramatically over to Yuku who has let his posture droop exasperatedly, "you don't have to worry about it."
Junseo thanks them both without a second to think and respectfully requests to be dismissed.
Dongil and E-Chan glanced knowingly at one another before dismissing him.
With quick goodbyes he's gone and on his way to you. The door to the practice room slams behind him, but he barely hears it as he focuses on walking and texting at the same time.
‘공주님~ 나 집에 가고 있어~ Be there soon !'
(princess~ i'm coming home~)
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Junseo doesn't know what happened between the time he left practice and made it to your doorstep, but whatever it was, it had made him desperate.
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As soon as you hear the key in the lock, you're launching yourself up off the couch. By the time he's actually opening the door you feel like you've been standing there waiting forever.
You allow him just enough time to take off his shoes and set down the bag he carried that day before you're running into him.
Immediately you note that he's a bit different today and you bury your wicked grin in his chest. Breathing in his scent deeply, enjoying the light musky smell..
When you do this he finally wraps you up in his arms. His grip immediately on the rolls of your back, as his fingers slip under the hem of your top. Before your body can even process the actions, the fabric is gone.
Despite removing your shirt he pays no attention to your now exposed breasts. Instead he steps away just long enough to remove his own shirt before cupping your face in his large hands and kissing you messily.
The sloppy kisses move quickly from your lips to your necks as his hands grab needily at different parts of your body.
You can't keep up.
You've never seen him like this. You thought he may like the undies, but never this much. You wanted to slow him down but it felt good. Every time you thought you might find the courage to stop him your words were somehow only coming out in gasps and moans.
When his fingers brushed against the bejeweling of his name, he halted all other movement, allowing himself time to really take it in.
Eventually he leaned down to kiss your ear before whispering darkly, "thank you for my gift ."
Junseo left you no time to respond, quickly removing your (his) sweatpants. He pulled you close to his body. Your bare chest smooshing against his as his hands grab at your ass.
When he's finally had enough of bruising you up with his grasp, he releases you and instead gently takes your hand. Junseo walks you into the living room, letting go of your hand and sitting in your lounge chair.
He looks at you expectantly and pats his lap. Despite the nervousness you feel in your body you walk over to him. You try to sit on his lap gently, preparing yourself to try and hold all the weight, but before you can get your footing his hands are grabbing your waist and quickly pulling your scarcely covered pussy to his jean covered crotch. You could feel his hard-on through the fabric and couldn't stop yourself from dragging yourself against him.
You were only allowed that beautiful feeling once before Junseo decided to really thank you for his gift.
His fingers dug harshly into your hips and stopped all of your movement.
"Stop. I'm going to show you how grateful I am."
He makes quick work of lifting you into a slightly more inclined position on his lap, before leaning your back to his chest and grabbing your thighs. As Junseo spread your legs apart you could hear his breathing fall a bit off track.
That was the last clear thought you had before he started speaking and your brain fizzled into uselessness.
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"You talk about liking my hands a lot right? I will give you the things I've seen you text your friends about."
With that he brings two fingers to your mouth and two to your clit. Just like all the other choreography he's ever learned, he knows all of the correct moves.
As soon as his fingers press against you, you shudder and gasp softly. He takes advantage of the small part in your lips, to press his fingers inside your mouth.
As soon as they enter, he shoves them into the back of your throat, making you gag hard. He pulls his fingers out allowing you a quick breath before shoving them back in. He does this a few more times until you're no longer gagging and instead dripping saliva down his hand as you take his fingers as far as you can into your throat.
You can feel him growing harder against you and you clench around nothing and whimper at the emptiness.
As if he could read your mind he abandons your clit and pulls his soaked fingers from your mouth, opting instead to properly drape both your legs over the arms of the chair and slide the bit of drenched flimsy lace out of the way of where you needed him most.
With no prep he presses his two thick, wet fingers inside of you. You let out a near pornographic moan at the stretch. Your breathing is labored as he drags his fingers in and out of your heat.
" 's really tight" Junseo mumbles with something akin to hunger and awe.
He scissors his fingers inside of you and watches you with wide eyes. Your hips cant up and Junseo grabs you roughly, holding them steady. His fingers relentless in their movement.
Junseo noses against your neck until you tilt your head, allowing him enough access to begin sucking darks against the sensitive skin. Between the feeling of his fingers filling you, the palm of his hand pressing against your sensitive clit, and his lips nipping at your neck, you cum much quicker than expected.
He pauses for a minute, slightly surprised. It fuels his confidence and stokes his own arousal. Junseo brings his lips to your temple, kissing your head lovingly. You think that he is giving you time to come down, but quickly realize that isn't the case as he works a third finger inside of you.
As soon as you're wrapped around his three fingers snuggly, insides still twitching from the orgasm only moments ago, he begins thrusting them in and out of you with a speed that would have your knees knocking together if it weren't his other hand pinning one of your thighs to the chair. Your head lolling forward as the unending pleasure wracks through your body.
The sounds you let out were beyond pathetic.
"Moremoremore, Seo, pleasemore" you slurred, hips twitching as you dripped around his fingers, that seemed to never stop pumping out of you.
" s'pretty jagi~"
"Do you feel good?"
"You want more? Tell me what is more?"
You whined and whimpered as you clenched and came around his fingers again.
Entire body tensing, as the squelching sound of his movements becomes louder. A dark blush spreads across his cheeks when you finally find the strength to (barely) speak full syllables.
" 너네 자지," (your dick) the words were slurred but undeniable, as if his still moving fingers are pressing them out of you, "pleasepleaseplease Seo"
You weren't yelling, you were begging in between breathless cries of pleasure. He had never seen you like this. So easily made to beg. So sensitive and whiney. This was different for both of you in every way and to say you were both loving it was an understatement.
"네가 애원할 때 너무 상냥하게 들렸기 때문이야, 자기야~" (only because you sounded so sweet when you begged, baby) he mumbled into your ear as his fingers left you abruptly.
Your response was nothing more than a gasp and a soft whimper. Junseo's big hands grab at your thighs; mean. He takes a deep breath seemingly trying to ground himself before he loosens his grip, and mumbles an unapologetic, "미안." (sorry)
Junseo lets your thigh drop from the arm rest and readjusts, moving you both to a more upright position. "Can you turn and face me?"
His voice sounds almost nervous, but his actions show nothing of the sort. As soon as you stand (on wobbly legs), he wastes no time removing his pants and his boxers. You try to ignore the obvious wet spot your orgasms left on his jeans. When you reposition yourself on his lap, you hover over him. His member standing tall, twitching with anticipation, tip flushed and already leaking pre.
One of Junseo's hands comes to your waist while the other wraps around the base of his cock. Your hands grip the back of the chair and then his shoulders as he helps you ease down onto him. Slowly he sinks into your tight heat, both hands on your hips as he bottoms out.
Your once upright position now significantly different as you slump against him, your head resting on his shoulder. You can feel his chest heaving against yours, his pants heating your ear. All you can do is whimper as his dick twitches inside of you. Hands still on your hips, he helps to lift you. Slowly he pulls out before rolling his hips upwards to meet with your own that he pushes down. He fits perfectly inside you, already touching the soft spongey spot that has you clenching around him. Junseo doesn't really require much help from you at all, his brain focused on the feeling of your tight cunt wrapping around him greedily.
Just as you begin to feel a bit more used to his size, he begins moving you. His strong hands grip your hips with intent, his fingers digging into your plushness. Lifting you with ease before dropping you slowly back down his length.
It doesn’t take long for him to match his hips to the pattern, his cock pushing impossibly deep inside of you, the stretch making sounds leave your lips that you didn’t know you were capable of making. His muscles flexing as he uses you like his own personal fleshlight. Clipped moans leave him, his jaw slack. Each sound directly into your ear. Junseo’s eyes scrunch closed due to the pleasure. His grasp on you is harsh and bruising. The slow and steady pace of his guided movements is dizzying. Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you and then drags his thick length back out. You tremble like a leaf in his grasp, hips rolling with a steady pace, as if he's truly relishing in the feeling of you.
“S’pretty-” his words come out broken and stuttered, the pleasure more than evident in each syllable, “ff-huh fuck, 너- 너무 좋은.” (so good~)
Junseo buries his face into your neck to muffle his moans, as he speeds up his movements. He brings your hips against his with fervour, loving the filthy sounds you were making. The two of you cling to one another as he fucks into. Your voices are both filled with ecstasy and desperation.
His hips only continue to meet yours with their brutal pace, your sweet sounds coming out hiccupped and whiney as you near yet another orgasm. Junseo is so lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him that he doesn’t register your desperate pleas and warnings of and about your impending climax.
"S-Seo," your voice catches in the back of your throat as he bottoms out again, "s'too much."
“응 응 자기~ 알아~” (yea, yea baby~ i know~) he mumbles as he finally begins slowing down, his goal now, to press himself as deeply as he could into your tight cunt, “take it, m’kay? 알겠어?” (alright?)
The only response you could manage was a pathetic moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into him.
"You're doing so well," his voice is strained, brows furrowed as you suck him in. Each movement has you creaming around him even more. A milky ring of slick coats his length, pussy sucking him in just as desperately as all the noises leaving your lips make it sound. His bruising grip spurs you on. Junseo’s big hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he lifts you off of him.
Junseo brings your hips down onto him with a purpose. Your head thrown back as his pace quickens suddenly. Somehow he feels even deeper than before, as if the head of his dick is pressing into your stomach. He was so deep you could taste him on the back of your tongue. His thick cock always did fill you just a little more than you could handle, making the tears that began wetting the crook of his neck feel like a reward. Junseo knew you were really feeling good when the tears began pouring out of your eyes and nothing but mumbled euphoric nonsense left your pretty lips. Junseo sucks air through his teeth, as you convulse around him. Despite none of the effort being from you, you can't stop the way you shake in his grasp. Over and over he fills you up, bruises forming under his grip as he fucks up into you. Fat body jiggling with his force. You're sure you must be beyond heavy, especially in this position, but based on how consistently he fucks you, its nothing to him. Too enamored by you, too desperate for the pleasure of his release.
Junseo’s voice is gruff and labored, "기분이 너무 좋아," (i feel so good) his arousal obvious in each syllable, as if it took all of his focus to say even that much.
You can't respond, not properly, every thought in your brain is just as scrambled as your insides seem to be. Your plush form pressed against him, both of you slick and sticky with sweat. Your cunny leaking messily over his lap as you bury your head in his neck. Pathetic whimpers and mewls dancing across his tan skin as you fall apart.
You clamp down around him, shivers wracking through your body, your orgasm is messy, dripping down his length as he ravages you. His fat cock bullying into your clenching and overstimulated pussy. You softly cry against his shoulder, the unending pleasure starting to take a sharper edge of pain, which only further works you up, "서 제발, 투머치," (seo please, too much) you whine.
He doesn’t hear you, or rather, he doesn't listen to your plea. Instead wrapping his muscular arms around your squishy body , holding you tightly against him as he ruts into/against you like a dog, too lost in his own fulfillment.
"S'good, s'warm nd wet," his words far more vulgar than they'd normally be and somewhere between your slurs of how deep he was and how you couldn’t possibly take anymore, he heard something that made his cock jump dangerously inside of you.
Cum inme Seo, ‘s yours
His movements stilled and you began to whine almost immediately. Instead of entertaining it, he chooses to take your words away. With little struggle Junseo stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, his cock still inside you and walks the two of you a few steps away to the couch.
As soon as your back is against the cushions, he is pushing your knees nearly to your ears, “내 거야” (-this pussy- it's mine) he says matter-of-factly setting a bruising pace. You’re folded in half, your knees hooked over his shoulders as he bullies his fat cock in and out of you, grunts and groans filling your ears. His teeth nipping at you as he sucks dark marks on your neck and collar bones.
Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as your pathetic noises only work to spur Junseo on. His stamina unwavering. Each thrust throws you further into the unwavering pain and pleasure of overstimulation. Your loud cries reduced to strained puffs of air and hoarse whimpers, the space instead being filled with Junseo’s uncharacteristically loud and desirous sounds. His normal demeanor long gone as you begin to once again flutter around him. Your blunt nails scratch at his back frantically trying to ground yourself as the coil within you tightens.
It doesn’t take too many thrusts before it snaps and you squirt around him. Even as your climax wracks through your body he doesn’t stop the fluid movements of his hips. He revels in how pitiable your overstimulated keening is, knowing that he isn’t fairing much better. ,
“애인,” (sweetheart) the petname is said with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow, "I— I'm– 쌀여고 그래—" (i'm cumming--)
“C-can feel you s-so deep,” you warble, "wan you to fill me, seo.”
He holds you against him like he's trying to merge the two of you together, basically crushing you as he presses into you as far as he can and does exactly as you requested. His cum floods you, as he continues to hump into you.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," he whispers against your skin, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, cock still twitching, still leaking into you.
Your chests rise and fall in quick unison as he unfurls your bodies. Your thighs resting loosely around his hips as he leans back and cups your face in his big hands, the two of you gazing at each other lovingly. His thumbs wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes gently, a big dopey grin dancing across his face.
"My gift," his smile widens as he speaks, "너무 좋아~" (i really like it/i like it a lot)
You laugh, your smile matching his, "다행이~" (that's a relief)
"I want to stay like this," his eyes sparkle whether it's joyously or mischievously; you aren't sure, but you don't object. Instead you reach for him, making him fold over you again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts your hips and plush torso enough to hug you.
"I don't mind," you murmur into his neck and he chuckles softly, "I like being so full of you."
so cute, he's happy that you decided to strip in front of him
..not really. he purposely walked in to watch you get naked
licking his lips like he's dehydrated
"so. since i already saw you in just skin, can i hit?"
you're so mad at him, you ignore him for a week
"baby please forgive me"
chocolates and a card that begs for sex
don't judge. him, jeongsik, and changmin will be in the stu for the next comeback so he needs something
changmin
you didn't realize he was in the shower
so you walked in ass naked
he heard the door open and looked up
smiling so mf hard, his jaw might break
"baby, i'm in here! wanna join?"
you were cold so you didn't care at this point
"sorry love, didn't know."
"don't worry, i didn't see anything"
jeongsik
HIS NECK TATTOO IN SOBER FUCK ME UGH
he was working out like usual and glanced up to see you staring into space whilst eating chips
you were in his zip up hoodie he bought since he was obsessed with oversized clothing
also thought he would be a comedian and hide only your underwear
standing in front of you, he placed a kiss on your nose
HIS CHEEKY FUCKING HAND
"oops. looks like the button is broken..let me eat you"
pushing him away in annoyed
he pushes you down and chris brown's 'take you down' plays in the background like a sitcom
get comfy on the counter; he loves your bodyline
gwang hyun
chicken eating competition
your robe was slipping off slowly
you didn't notice it until you finished both boxes
gwang hyun still had the first leg in his hand
"god you're beautiful-- i mean a beast. shit!"
has to walk away to cool down
comes back and stares at you
"your sexy level reached infinite level"
heechan
"i- sorry- go ahead"
you laughed and allowed him in
the sex fiend was so shy
"uh"
finds the stocks article interesting when he hates looking at it
sings a random ass song
"chipotle?"
"why so shy?"
sungmin
sleeping but opened one eye when he heard you get out of bed
noticed you changing quickly and his brow raised unintentionally
decides to question it when he's fully awake
thinks your ass looks good and wonders how it'll bounce
straight fucking liar
"did you leave for work? i was out cold"
lewd dreams not barbie dreamz
he'll get you by surprise though don't worry
junseo
he's technically already seen you naked
bear hugs you and whispers
"let's do it before i have to go to dance"
and so, you do it
he praises your body and coos
can't stop touching you
soft skin, his favourite
became feral and is willing to skip dance
you force him away after a while and struggle to close the door before you really can't make it to work yourself
yuku
lowkey mad you didn't tell him about the photoshoot
you both were doing sexy modern traditional kimono shoot
your kimono was showing a lot of shoulder and even a slight peek of your chest
in changing room, you changed into the other one and applied more lipstick and perfume
"please don't let anyone take more photos of your boobs except me"
defiant and lowers both sleeves of the kimono halfway down your arms
so sexy oh wow (BRAVE please let DKB do the sexiest of sexy concepts i'm begging you. like full on horny at first scene bbs, abs, muscles, backs, tongues, choreographed sex, sweating, in song moaning, so hot international bbs are the only ones able to watch the mv, i will even buy all versions of the album and only listen to just that specific album for the rest of the year, dilf core, bimbo core bbs, ass shaking, sugar daddy x sugar baby au)
im so sorry for all of the stuff ive sent in but what would dkbs reactions be when you randomly ask to suck them off? (🍗)
noooo don’t be sorry i love writing about dkb they’re one of my faves rn ♥️
(also i wasn’t exactly sure if people would be comfortable with me writing about yuku even though he’s legal so just let me know how you feel about that please!)
e-chan
honestly i see him as the type to tell you beforehand that he’d never turn down a blow job so you knew what to expect
even though you initiated it, he would take control pretty quickly
he’d have you lay on your back while he fucks your throat so he can see how your neck bulges
the whole time he’d be praising you and telling you how good you are being for him
he’d definitely take care of you afterward too
d1
please he’d be so flustered
like i can picture his wide eyes and how his ears would turn red
he’d be sort of apprehensive at first but he couldn’t control the blood rushing down to his dick
he’d mumble a response that you couldn’t hear. you’d be like “huh?” and then he’d say “yes, please” all shyly
you’d sit in his lap and make out with him to make him relax before pulling his pants down and getting to work
teo
the silence that would follow after you randomly asked to suck him off....
like it would turn him on but he’d be so speechless
it’d take a while for him to gather his thoughts and respond, and for a second you would worry that you were too bold
but then he’d be like “i guess i can’t turn down an offer like that”
okay but i’m imagining him making little “hm” noises as you run your tongue over his cock
gk
instantly puts him in sub space like,,,
he’d be so excited that you think of him in that way without even being prompted that his heart would start racing and he’d let you take the reins
you tracing your fingers down his body would drive him crazy, and the way you’d grip his hips to pull him closer to the edge of the couch would make him feel so small
his speaking voice alone is so sexy that i Know this man’s moans would be so hot i need to take a deep breath
the ways his thighs would buck up when you first lick the tip of his cock skcjvjdk
heechan
this little shit
you saying that makes his ego 100 times bigger
like he knows he’s hot but you asking him that out of the blue really boosts his confidence
probably would wanna make it a competition
like you’d both give each other head and whoever cums faster has to pay for dinner
he would definitely lose and be like “best two out of three?”
lune
he bursts out laughing at first because he thinks you’re kidding
but then when he sees your expression he realizes you’re serious and raises an eyebrow
“damn, you’re that horny?”
literally almost makes you leave the room because of how much shit he gives you
doesn’t change the fact that soon his cock is in your mouth and he’s whining your name
junseo
stone face vibes
like no expression on the outside but inside he is freaking out
he’ll say “i mean, if you really want to” while his brain is like “oh my god that’s so hot asdfhfkfbc”
you run your hands up and down his thighs before sinking to your knees in front of him
he lowkey doesn’t know what do with his hands. he keeps switching between resting them on his legs and putting them behind his head until you literally grab his wrist and put his hand in your hair lol
