minwoo eating pussy for the first time + hitting it raw 💋
first time
i love this request. thank u anonie!!
minwoo x fem!reader
warnings: established relationship. oral fem r. unprotected sex. armature dirty talk.
wc: 420 words :)
his fingers trembled along your spread thighs. not because he was nervous, but because of anticipation. a craving that's been inching in the back of his mind for months.
"tell me if i do anything wrong." minwoo mutters. so quiet you might have missed it had you not been watching his lips.
his lips ghost over your skin as he speaks. your inner thighs left sensitive as his warm breath trails upward. "i just want to make you feel good."
you smile and nod, pleased by his cute request. his hands press you open wider, so he can really look at you. you watch as his eyes flick around the area.
after studying you for what felt like forever, he lays a proper kiss on your thighs, repeating that action, just to tease. and when his lips finally meet you, its a little awkward. slow, open mouth kisses on your pussy. but it feels good.
you can tell he's been thinking about this longer than he's led on. the ways his eyebrows furrow while he tastes you for the first time. it's so cute.
your hips twitch toward his mouth. "oh. shit." you breathe out. he looks up to read your expression. "you're doing perfect, minnie."
the praise fuels the fire lit within him. he groans deeply and lets his tongue slip between your folds. from bottom to top, wide licks that make your thighs shake the tiniest bit. he notices and moans into you.
he watched your reactions, looking for what contact of his tongue makes your jaw drop the lowest. he meets your clit directly, pressing kisses and poking his tongue through his lips to meet it.
when he pulls back, lips and chin glossy, you hesitate to ask what his next move is. shakily, he pushes down his boxers, making you gasp.
"are you sure i can do this without...?" he asks, voice low and uncertain.
you nod, pulling him close with your legs. "yes. wanna feel all of it."
he swallows thickly, lining himself up to your entrance. "m'kay."
the first push is slow and comes with a kiss to the forehead. it's careful. he slides in slowly, holding his breath until he's filled you completely.
his lips meet yours once again. the kiss is desperate and messy. he rests his chest on your own while whispering onto your lips. "god, you feel so good."
you can't help but clench when his voice cracks during his next few words.
ayden has been bulking up lately and it's driving me crazy...............imagine the ego boost he'd get from u pointing out that he's bigger and broader and stronger and it turns u on 😵💫
(hot take i think he'd have a bit of a strength kink 🤭 he'd find it so cute if he could overpower u easily 🤭🤭🤭)
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flanon i used to be the sub yejun lover, but ive come around to him being a bit more neutral and switch-y. he really is so naughty and funny, his ego can’t handle continuously being underneath you. yeahhh thank you anon!!
he's bigger. he's broader. he's even teetering on the line of being cockier. yejun's time at the gym has not gone to waste. his wardrobe struggles to keep up with the subtle chances of his figure. sleeves fit tighter, waistlines ride lower, and the busts seem to be stretching a bit thinner.
while he may be physically stronger, his shadow larger, and he's just so much hotter - you swear he's gotten stupider in the past year.
conversations that used to distract you from the worries of the world, pose a whole new threat. he's become such a tease - constantly poking fun at you, making your cheeks heat up, and stretching your patience thin.
it's not like you're completely innocent, you gladly return the favor and drive him crazy. your dynamic has changed, the friendship that was once easy is now laborious and tense.
despite all of his bad behavior, you can't deny the fact that he looks so good.
hanging out with yejun one on one was rare. you'll typically stick to seeing him in group meet ups. tonight - a saturday night - you hosted a handful of friends at your apartment. yejun drove alone, like usual. he'll typically bounce once he gets you too pissy to bring back down. it's not as fun when you're actually mad at him.
despite his antics, you put up with him all night. maybe it was a full moon tonight. or maybe it was the alcohol you'd consumed. either way, he ended up staying later than any of your other friends.
the others had left at least twenty minutes ago. take-out containers tossed, jackets claimed, and goodbyes shared. you'd just assumed yejun lead them out, not bothering to check in before leaving. turning around, you saw him sitting on the couch drinking whatever he had in his water bottle that moment.
you said nothing. you didn't need to. he was draped across the couch like he had nowhere better to be, enjoying the lack of people in the room.
that's how it's been for the past twenty minutes. you finished the last of your cleaning five minutes ago - pretending to busy yourself with clean dishes in the meantime.
every time you glance over at him, your pulse quickens. he looks unreal. the white shirt tight around his biceps and the black jeans adorning his muscular legs do him wonders. all that time he's joked about spending at the gym clearly wasn't a joke. you can see that now. it's been messing with you all night.
he finally speaks after watching you do a whole lot of nothing for too long. "you're quiet." he says lowly. "thinking too hard?"
you keep your back turned toward him. "no. just tired." a lie.
he hums quietly. had anyone else been there, you might not have heard it. "you've been staring at me all night."
your body freezes, not trusting where this is going.
you turn your head back toward him, slowly. "i have not." another lie.
he's already sporting a smirk. the kind that you always see when he gets under your skin. the kind you see him wearing more often than not these days.
"quit lying to me. i know you better than you think." you watch as he stands up and makes his way over to you in the kitchen. the way his body takes up so much space as he steps toward you in long strides makes your knees threaten to quake.
he stops behind you at the kitchen sink. not touching, yet. he leans down, letting his chest brush your shoulder lightly. "y'know. you said something earlier. that i've gotten bigger."
the heat of his breath makes you swallow dryly. "i- i was just saying."
"mhm." he nodded. "but you meant it."
your breath hitches. he's so close now. his large hand rests near yours on the counter. he isn't doing this to trap you- he's doing it to test you. looking for your reaction, just to see if you'll act on the obvious tension between you.
he continues. "y'know what i've been thinking about tonight?" his hand rests on your hip, gradually breaking the space between you.
you don't answer. you can't. any words might just become pathetic whimpers.
"how easy it would be, to lift you." his hand rests atop of yours on the counter. "to press you against the wall. to hear you whine for me because you love what i do to you."
his chest touches your back. the heat is almost unbearable. it's hard not to pull away. you grip the edge of the counter to keep yourself grounded.
finally, you speak. "yejun..."
"and you'd let me, wouldn't you?" he whispers. the solidity of his body on yours is maddening. you let out a sharp breath, turning to meet his eyes.
something breaks when he sees your face. your wide eyes and parted lips. he tilts your face up, slowly. then he kisses you.
it's not gentle or loving. it's burning hot and overdue. months of banter are forgotten with much-needed contact. you let out a breathless gasp, earning a groan from him in response.
your hands fist up, grabbing is shirt as you do. the minimal contact your fingers made with his chest send a wave of electricity through your body.
he pulls away briefly when your body presses firmly onto his. "fuck-" he mutters. "you don't know what you do to me."
he grabs at the back of your thighs, and lifts you. just like he said he would. your hands grab at his shoulders instinctively. "yejun!"
"I told you." he pants out, backing up and making his way to your bedroom. "been thinking about this for months. every time you look at me like that, you don't even realize how hot it is." he lays one last hot kiss on your ear before laying you down on your bed. gently, like you're breakable. the look in his eyes is a stark contrast, he looks at you like you're his.
you're squirming and breathless, never expecting this from him. having you desperate for him on your mattress.
his hands roam, up and down. trailing your legs, hips, and torso lightly. he finally pauses above your waist band, before looking up to you again. "you've been thinking about this. about me" it's not a question.
you nod, covering your hands with your face.
"tell me." he dips lower, letting his lips brush over your stomach. "what exactly have you been thinking about?"
you open your mouth, maybe to tease him back, but he acts before you can answer. he's pulling your shorts down your legs, then your panties. something in his eyes changes when he sees what's hiding underneath.
"oh, fuck." he groans. "you're already wet."
you blush, but don't look away. you're eager to see what he'll do next.
his smirk returns. smug and gorgeous. he kisses the inside of your thigh. then higher, trailing his way up. his hands are firm on your hips, holding you down in a way that makes your pussy flutter.
"you look at me while i do this." he says, firmly. he's not asking.
you hesitate to follow his orders, the embarrassment of giving in to him settling in. you bite your lip and look to the side.
he flattens his tongue against your core. slow and deliberate. you gasp, arching into his touch. he locks his arms around your thighs, anchoring you in place.
"look at me." he warns, breath warm against you.
you turn your head, feigning reluctance. he smiles and lowers his mouth. his tongue falls past his lips as he drops saliva onto your pussy. he collects it and swirls his tongue around your clit.
"you- fuck, yejun!" you react instantly. he groans into you after hearing your whiny voice.
"yeah? does that feel nice?" he asks, lips wet with slick.
you can't respond when he's doing that to you. licking slow and deep, then switching to firm sucks on your clit. your hips twitch in his hold. looking at his face, you can tell he loves the way you respond. how you haven't stopped moaning or trying to close your thighs around his head, unable to because of his strong grip.
you tug at his hair when he starts consistently sucking on your clit. he ruts his hips into the mattress like he's the one falling apart. you're embarrassingly close, core fluttering on his tongue.
"shit. gonna cum, baby?" he mutters, lips swollen and glossy. "gonna fall apart on my tongue?"
you nod wildly. "yes! 'm so close, don't stop!"
he doesnt. he picks up the pace with his tongue, the flat licks pushing you right to the edge. your thighs shake under his arms, orgasm crashing over you in waves.
you cry out, blinded with pleasure. yejun doesn't stop, easing you through it like he's not ready to stop watching you fall apart.
you finally let yourself collapse against the bed, and he pulls away.
he kisses up your stomach up to your lips. "i've thought about that. a lot." he whispers with a smirk. "having you shaking under me like that."
you scoff, but tuck your head in to his chest. "you're the worst." you laugh.
"yeah?" he chuckles back, kissing your cheek. "well, you taste like heaven and i'm definitely not done with you yet."
the things i would do for a sweet soft dom keum fic............i've reread ur mean dom and first time with him fics more times than i can count on two hands i need that pretty boy to finger me slowly while whispering sweet nothings i to my ear or like eat me out so slow and so good i've been in a drought tumblr user minheelovelee
shawty... its okay darling i got u. how about... both? thank u for requesting anon i appreciate you!
the room is dim and warm. so comforting. so familiar. like a dream. donghyun sits against the headboard, phone in hand. the sheets crumple and draw his attention. a smile finds itself on his face when he sees you crawling into his lap. so slow. so gentle. with a needy look.
"Come here." he says lowly, inviting you in with his arms.
you straddle him and place your arms around his neck. leaning in close, your foreheads touch ever so slightly. he leans in to kiss you. gently, at first. just hardly touching each other. just as he pulls away, she leans back in. his warm hands slide beneath your oversized shirt, pulling a sigh from your lungs.
"look at this. all cute and desperate." he whispers against your lips. you smile and whisper back. "for you."
he's thinking - you can tell. the way his eyebrows slightly come together lets you know he's got something on his mind.
he leans in to place a kiss on your jaw, leaving you with a short trail of them. shifting you off his lap, he turns your body around so your back touches his chest. "turn around. yeah, just like that."
you rest your arms on his knees, sinking further in between his legs. his hands slide up and down your legs before slipping your shorts down, panties left behind. "perfect." he whispers.
he kisses down the side of your neck before settling on your shoulder. the shirt you were wearing slid to the side, exposing one of your shoulders. he spreads your legs with hands on your knees.
trailing down, he reaches your panty-covered pussy. he slides them to the side, just barely exposing you. he carefully moves his fingers to touch your folds. to no surprise, he was met with an already wet mess.
"so wet already." he laughs to himself. "you've been waiting patiently for this, haven't you?" a gasp leaves your lips when he he slides the tip of his finger inside. he grips your hip to keep your body still.
"relax. let me feel you." he works you open with slow movements. pushing in and pulling out, letting his finger become coated in wetness. he breathes deeply behind you, synchronizing his pumps and breaths.
he continues to push further in, wiggling his finger to test your reaction. watching your mouth open wordlessly makes his heart swell. his fingers curl and twist, as does your stomach. a second finger joins the first. he lets you adjust to the stretch.
"you're such a good girl, letting me have you like this." his words make you tingle in the best way. the whine you let out spurs him on to make you feel even better. curling his fingers inside, he puts his palm flat against your clit. just the slightest bit of pressure has you keening.
he starts pumping his fingers in and out while making sure to drag them along your gummy walls. "that's it. stay still while i fuck you with my fingers." lewd squelches sound out across the room. his fingers hit harder as you mewl more.
letting your head roll back onto his shoulder, you meet his eyes. he smiles at you sweetly, and stops his fingers. you question his actions. "wh-what? why?"
he shushes you gently. "you're so tight around my fingers. i bet you'd fall apart if i used my mouth, too."
you can't help but gasp at his vulgar words. "please." you whimper, desperate for him to give you something. anything.
he lays a final kiss onto your shoulder. pushing you forward, you're guided onto your back. up on your elbows, you watch as he settles in between your legs.
"keep looking. i wanna see your face." he whispers. you nod dumbly. his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off of your legs.
he braces himself on your thighs. trailing his tongue up your inner thighs, you breathe out shakily. he hovers over where you need him most, his warm breath creating a unique sensation. finally, one gentle lick lands on your clit.
your legs twitch at the feeling. he licks you twice more and watches how you tense your legs and stomach.
"oh baby. you said "please", but it don't think you're ready for how good i'm about to make you feel."
you can't help the way his words make you shiver. he sees this and smiles to himself.
he licks deeper, slower, holding your legs open all the while. "mmh. taste amazing, baby. so good." his tongue moves in gentle circles on your clit. he's patient, slowly increasing the speed and intensity. every quiet whimper you release seems to boost his confidence, urging him deeper into the task.
"just like that." he whispers as you grab the blankets around you. "dont hold back. let me hear you."
his tongue dips inside, searching for more. he licks inside you further, letting you feel his tongue move around in your slick hole.
he pulls out and resumes his actions on your clit. switching from circles to up and down motions, never letting you get used to a prolonged sensation. making your legs move unconsciously just to keep them held down.
spreading your lips apart with his thumbs, he rests his head on one of your thighs while he sucks your clit. his patience is gone, he's trying to bring you to the edge you've been craving. and you're so close - he can feel it.
the way your legs start to quake and you let out broken gasps, he's nearly reached his goal. he doesn't stop. he won't stop. he sucks just a little harder and presses his tongue down a little firmer, and you break.
you come with the softest cry. he moans into your pussy at your desperate sounds. losing his grip, your thighs clamp around his head. he keeps pressing his tongue on your clit, even though your body tries to push him away. it's slow and gentle, easing you through the orgasm.
when you're visibly twitching from overstimulation, he finally pulls away, letting your legs close. one last kiss is left on your knee before he crawls up to hold you in his arms.
"still too quiet. next time i'm going to make you scream."
hope this is what you were looking for anon! requests are always open :)
if mirrors could talk, you'd be in deep shit. it might tell hyunwoo all the awful things it sees in the ungodly hours of the night. like minwoo's hands on your hips and shoved up your shirt. or maybe the way he kisses your neck and losing himself in it.
"you shouldn't be here." you whisper, trailing off into a gasp.
"i know." minwoo breathes against your sensitive skin. "neither should you."
you should have walked out. before he locked the door. before he walked across the room. before he looked into your eyes. before he does the things he's done nearly a dozen times before. but just like every other time, you didn't.
the dynamics between you two are blurry. lines were crossed and it felt too good to step back. the first time was an accident, maybe even the second time, too. you don't consider yourself a cheater, you never did like labels.
now his hand slips down the waistband of your bottoms, under your panties. testing the waters, he leaves gentle taps on your clit, the. searching to see how wet you are. met with an already wet mess, he slips two fingers inside and lets himself fall in to a rhythm.
"i bet he doesn't touch you like this. not like i can." he says with a low voice. "you're real wet for someone who's taken." he always talks like this, and you fall in to it every time. even if you flinched at the mention of your boyfriend the first few times, the shock wore off after a while.
"are you gonna tell me to stop?" he asks, knowing the answer. "or do i just get to fuck what doesn't belong to me?" you don't respond. he grins at that, knowing you wanted this as much as he did.
"that's what i thought."
he slips his fingers inside, pushing past the resistance of your tight walls. he curls them forward with no attempt to be gentle. your head falls forward against the mirror. it's shameful to watch what's happening, it makes it more real.
When you look forward, you have to see your face. that makes the situation even more real. finally, you let your head fall back against his shoulder with a small moan. he takes notice of this and laughs in your ear. "you make those sounds for him? or just for me?"
you can't help but gasp at his words. they're vulgar and wrong, but it turns you on even more. feeling you clench around him, he scoffs. "Shit- you like this don't you? sneaking around and letting me finger you where anyone could walk in. it's exciting for a good little girl like you, isn't it?"
you grip his shirt behind your body. you're getting that feeling again, the guilt. the regret. you're getting close, ready to fall apart in his hands at any moment. he knows this. he knows you.
"and i'm not sorry." minwoo says in a low and broken voice. "even if i want to, i can't be sorry. not when i have you like this."
that tips you over the edge. his fingers inside you and his palm rubbing your clit become to be too much. you cum on his fingers with a call of his name. he tips your head back to kiss you, like he owns you.
jealous!jaeho fucking you in their room 🙏 i am on my knees
yeahhhhh i get this i really get this.
thank you anon!!!
jealous!jaeho
warnings: fem reader. nsfw. dom!jaeho sub!reader. reader wears a skirt. jealousy. oral (fem r). brutal back shots. unprotected sex (whoops). dirty talk. pet names (baby, naughty girl, good girl). probably more!
- it was a casual game night at the dorm. the whole group participated, which was a rare occurrence. the typical bright ceiling lights were ditched for warm lamps scattered around. the room was full of playful teasing and constant laughter.
- jaeho had been thrilled for tonight. he was in a great mood, even when doing dishes. but yejun caught his eye once or twice by leaning in closer to talk to you. he began to notice things that he typically wouldn’t have. dawit nudging your arm, minwoo calling you “cute” for something dumb you did, and the smiles you gave to hyunwoo.
- you didn’t seem to be bothered at all. they were all close in ways you couldn’t understand. no need to comment on the dynamics or think anything was out of the ordinary.
- jaeho thought quite the opposite. his jaw clenched as he noticed more flirtatious behavior from his friends. he hadn’t spoken for the better part of an hour. deciding he’d had enough, he relaxed his fingers he didn’t know were gripping the couch so tight.
- a tap on your shoulder and a whisper against your ear told you what your next move was. “upstairs, now.” no one was looking at you now, too caught up in a compilation of recently trending memes.
- wordlessly, you followed his orders. standing up and pulling your skirt down, you made a slow trudge to your boyfriends bedroom.
- no more than three steps into the room, you were yanked back and placed against the door. jaeho pressed your shoulder on the wood while he clicked the lock with his other hand.
- his mouth pressed onto yours, claiming it. taking back what was his. your lips, your body, your voice. everything.
- “do you think it’s cute? letting them talk to you like that? is this your idea of a game?” there were too many questions thrown at you, and a handful you could ask back to him. you shook your head “no”.
- he scoffed, already slipping beneath your shirt in an attempt to remove it. he was rough. teeth dragging along your neck, fingers buried into the skin of your hips like he was trying to remind you of something.
- dragging you to the bed, you’re maneuvered to flop down on your back. his teeth found a sensitive spot under your jaw, making you gasp. he chuckles, then replaces his mouth with his hand. he presses down on the spot with his thumb to watch while you squirm. the remaining fingers curl around the side of your neck and gently squeeze. not enough to feel much, but enough to make you whine.
- his features have softened slightly. “you’re mine, baby. say it. that you’re mine.” he leans in to whisper that to your ear. there’s not much to say, you’ve never seen him like this before. being rough because he has to, not because he wants to.
- “i-.” you pause, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up straight. pulling back, he gives up on whispering or staying quiet. “look at you. so quiet all of a sudden. had to keep everyone entertained downstairs, and now you wanna shut your mouth? naughty girl.”
- one hand slides up your back, unclasping the bra with ease. he didn’t stop to admire your body like he typically would. he went straight to thumbing one nipple while planting wet kisses around the other.
- the skirt adorning your legs comes off easily. he slides it down slowly, letting himself drop to his knees. trailing kisses from your knee to inner thigh he quietly murmurs something. “are you gonna let me have this? let you know who you fucking belong to?” if it weren’t for the vibrations on your leg, you wouldn’t have known he’d said anything. your wild heartbeat would have drowned it out.
- you nod and hum lowly. “mhm.” meeting his eyes, you see his eyebrow quirk. “gonna have to make you talk, too. quiet little thing.”
- peeling your panties off is a slow and deliberate process. he watches the way they stick to your folds, looks at the shiny wet spot when they start falling below your knees. the air is cool, but his body is heat and tension. warm hands spread your thighs apart familiarly, yet in a new way.
- “stay back, baby. this is for me.” his mouth meets you without warning. his tongue is hot and unrelenting, unlike his typical cautious, controlled movements when he tastes you.
- his licks are rough and messy with no buildup or teasing. he holds down your thighs with ease, not letting them leave the desired position.
- he can’t help but smile when you squirm and cry out for him. he take these grinning moments to suck roughly on your clit. a feeling of calm washes over him when you moan out his name.
- he wants you to finish, so he shows you. spreading your lips open, he returns to tonguing your clit quickly and firmly.
- you’re so, so close. and he knows that, based on the way your clenching and gasping. you can’t form the words to give him a warning, but he beats you to it. “cum.” he says between sucks. so quick you almost missed it.
- he opens his mouth and closes his eyes, letting you release on his tongue and shaking within his hands. satisfaction fills his body, but the desire for something more is overpowering.
- “not done.” he states, unbuckling his belt. “not even close.” you’re flipped over in an instant, still breathing heavy. one of his hands holds your wrists above your head while the other presses between your shoulder blades.
- “i let you cum, now give me what i want. tell me you’re mine.” he waits for you to respond, and sighs when you don’t. letting go of your wrists, he lands a harsh slap on your ass, listening for the sound you make in response.
- “last chance. tell me that you’re mine.” you stop gritting your teeth and finally respond with a breathy voice. “i’m yours hoya. please!”
- “that’s right. only i get to touch you like this.” he lines himself up with your entrance and begins to push inside. you’re completely soaked and inviting him in. the warmth and your gasps are enticing.
- “fuck. so damn tight and i’m not even all the way in yet.” pushing forward inch by inch, he groans when he’s fully inside of you. you haven’t yet dared to move your hands from above your head, so you grip the pillows and whimper nonsense, trying to stay grounded.
- you gasp when he starts to move. he gradually gets into a rhythm of rough strokes that shake his bed with each slap of your bodies meeting.
- “say it again. you belong to me.” he grunts and snaps his hips harder. eyes flying open wide you respond quickly. “y-you, hoya. to you!”
- he grips your chin and forces you to look back at him. “yeah, that’s right. you cum when i tell you, got it?” you nod desperately. “yes!”
- your fingers still claw and grab at the pillows above you. his name falls from your lips repeatedly, the only thing you can think of.
- keeping his pace, he snakes his hand around to your slippery clit. two fingers start passing over in circles, coaxing you to give in to the pleasure he’s providing. you can’t help but cry out for him “oh god.”
- your walls start to tighten around him, making it harder to move every second. “oh, you’re ready to cum? go ahead. cum on my cock.” a few more quick, firm circles on your clit push you over the edge. there’s tears pooling in your eyes as you moan out into the pillow. he tuts and works you through it, throwing the pillow to the floor when you’ve stopped clamping down on him.
- “none of that. let me hear you. i’m almost there.” he chases his orgasm quickly, wanting nothing more than to comfort you. finally, he finishes, but not before pulling out to cum on your sensitive pussy. “fuck, that’s it.”
- he stayed like that for a moment, then lies down to flip you face to face. letting his hands wander up and down your sides for a minute while he catches his breath. “you were perfect. my good girl. mine.”
jaeho’s pool pics ahebwhdbehdb need pool sex with him 😅
no that was CRAZYYYYY. he’s different for that. this made me think he would totally be into hot tub sex.
warnings: smut. dom!jaeho. established relationship. public sex. hot tub sex. intended lowercase. swearing. drinking alcohol. not edited as of 12/22.
also this is embarrassingly late. teaching has been going good but it’s crazy. i can’t believe this is my life. it’s winter break, im hoping everyone has a fantastic rest of the year!
“y’know, this is kind of like hot tub time machine.” donghyun slurs with a dopey smirk. there’s at least three beer cans floating in the water around him. he doesn’t seem to mind.
“how is this like hot tub time machine? becuase we’re in a hot tub and we have beer?” yewang asks, clearly confused.
donghyun’s cheeks lift up. “exactly, bro! you get me.” the second sentence is lost in the night with the sound of cans crushing. dawit started collecting the loose garbage, obviously annoyed at his friends’ disregard for cleanliness.
“that’s fucking stupid, man. there are 100 movies with hot tubs and beer.”
“name five.” yejun jumps in. he never misses an opportunity to give yewang a hard time.
“easy. to all the boys i loved before, when they go on the school trip. so classic…”
you haven’t paid attention any of your friends’ conversations in the past fifteen minutes. you’re too busy trying to keep the string on your bikini bottoms tied while jaeho gently tugs them loose. the way his fingers have slipped above and below your bottoms without ever really touching you is beyond frustrating. any comments you’ve meant to blurt out get caught in your throat.
the temperature must have dropped fifteen degrees when the sun set. it got cold quicker than anyone expected. dawit and minwoo folded the top of the hot tub and got the jets running, inviting everyone inside to warm up.
the first five minutes were fun. kyungmin gave you a beard of bubbles and you’d submerged yourself to your shoulders. standing up again made you shiver. the contrast between the air and the water too sharp to handle.
a pair of hands wrapped around your thighs, coaxing your to walk backward. you were met with a firm set of legs, seemingly belonging to the owner of the hands. a glance over your shoulder tells you it’s jaeho. he smirks and nods down towards his lap. “c’mon.” he whispers.
you return his smile and sit, finding a spot on his lap immediately. his left arm wraps around your midsection, wanting you to come closer. he pulls and you comply. his right hand holds a drink. it’s not one you’ve heard of before. he offers it to you, but doesn’t let go when you try to grab it. with your left and his right, you try a sip. it’s crisp and fruity, gentler than his other preferred drinks. after a second swallow, you hand it back. “it’s good.” he kisses your cheeks before replying with a whisper in your ear. “thought you might like that, baby.” his words send swarms of butterflies to your tummy. he’s seemingly unaffected, as he’s back to his original position, taking up too much space with his arms.
just thinking about what he said and how he said it gives you the same sickening feeling. maybe it’s the heat getting to you. or the drinks you had earlier. nonetheless, you turn your body and rest yourself on his broad chest, cheek to his collarbone.
water moves around you. it’s jaeho, squeezing your oblique muscle. within a minute, he’s switched to trailing his fingers up and down, from the top of your bottoms to the bottom of your top. back and forth. back and forth. again, he’s squeezing you. like he can’t make up his mind, he continues the pattern.
on one pass down, he doesn’t stop at your bottoms. he passes them, choosing to feel your asscheek instead. a quick turn of your head makes your questioning eyes meet his.
“this bothering you?” you shake your head. “no.” he chuckles once. twice. then turns his attention back to his friends. like he wasn’t starting to grope your ass with a stronger grip, digging his fingers into the flesh and pulling it away.
yewang tells a story. kyungmin has a voice crack. hyunwoo and minwoo go to bed. events come and go. they don’t make sense in your blurry mind.
jaeho adjusts your position once again. this one forces you to feel how hard he is. you’re sitting up straight, his cock pressing on your lips. with a kiss on your shoulder, he grinds your body down, searching for relief. you know that swim trunks are extremely uncomfortable with a hard-on. you tuck your lip between your teeth at just how desperate he is. the pressure he just sent to your clit doesn’t help your nonchalant act.
you find his hands with your own and intertwine your fingers. “quit.” you whisper over your shoulder.
“tired, y/n?” yewang inquires. “yejun is about to fall asleep. imma take him upstairs. you two coming?” you wish jaeho would give you thirty seconds to have a conversation. but he never did learn when to stop.
he manages to free his fingers once again. he slides each of his pointers under the front of your bottoms, sliding down your public bone until he finds your outter lips.
“no. i’m awake, just relaxing.” jaeho pinches them slightly as he gently pulls them apart, almost as if he’s unboxing you. this time you just slap his hands away, hoping he’ll get the message.
“now that donghyun’s asleep you might be able to do that. he’s such a loud drunk.” a fake chuckle comes from your chest. “yeah.” your bikini bottoms loosen. a quick feel with your hands tells you that jeff has been slowly untying the two perfect bows you did this morning. he had watched you tie and retie each side at least eight times. when you were satisfied, you asked jaeho if they looked even enough. you remember his words. “who cares? even or not, i’m taking them off at the end of the night.” you’d given him a light shove, and him dramatically flopping onto the bed.
you wish you’d satiated his needs earlier to spare yourself of this situation.
as bodies silently exit the hot tub, the water level drops. dawit leaves last, offering one last question to jaeho. “you remember how to shut this thing down, hoya?”
“huh?” his hands shoot back to his sides in a sudden movement.
“the hot tub. do you remember how to shut it off?”
“oh. yeah, i know, hyung. don’t worry.”
“thanks. sleep well, guys.”
you let him part with a soft goodnight. the air is thick as he shuts the sliding glass door. neither you or jaeho speak for what feels like hours.
the stillness of the night is too much to handle. jaeho breaks the silence with movement. you’re maneuvered into the nearest corner in a flash, jaehos body above yours, just inches away.
“fuck this fucking bathing suit. get it off, now.”
the way you look behind your shoulder for any witnesses proves to be too much hesitation for jaeho. his hands pull the strings of your bottoms loose and discards the item in the water.
a hand cradles your neck as his lips crash onto yours. you move with his motions, trying to keep up the pace. a gentle soul, jaeho is rarely rough with you. it’s unlike him to be so forward with his desires.
your wet, tangled hair catches on his fingers uncomfortably. he takes a fistful and pulls. a silent plea for you to open your mouth wider. he slips his tongue in and it feels colder than usual. the cold air of the night and the tub’s hot water make for a confusing mix of sensations. but his intentions are crystal clear. you’re fucking him in dawit’s hot tub.
guilt is a problem for your future self. you take it upon yourself to loosen the drawstring of his swim trunks, but leave them on his hips. he returns the favor by untying the string on the back of your swimsuit, but leaving the top tie intact.
his hands pull your ass forward so only your neck is above water. the way your bottoms float across the surface makes you laugh. “i can’t believe we’re doing this right now, jaeho.”
“shut up.” you roll your eyes and scoff at his reply. he smiles and laughs softly.
one of his hands finally meet the place where you need him most. he cups your pussy in one hand, grinding his palm against your clit. you take in a deep breath and discard the rest of your top, opting against modesty.
his finger trails your slit, stopping at your clit. “fuck.” he groans. “did the hot tub get you this wet, baby? you’re soaked.”
a smile grazes his lips as you writhe at his words. “no, hoya.”
“no? wasn’t the water? what’s got you this needy then?” he grins against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down. he breaths against your skin, urging you to reply.
“you do. just you.”
“ahh. must be the way i’m touchin’ you, huh? gettin’ you all wet and needy for me. you’re doing a good job being quiet, darling. keep being good for me.”
he looks to you to acknowledge his words. you nod dumbly. his hands wrap around your back. he hoists you up onto his lap as he sits where you once were. on your knees, your tits barely sit above the water. he takes both of them into his hands to guide them into his mouth. one hand squeezing while his tongue flicks over the other. licking turns to sucking when he wraps his lips around your nipple. when he detaches, he’s out of breath, like he forgot to breathe beforehand. switching to the other nipple, his unoccupied hand falls into the water.
holding your back for support, he feels how wet you are once more. you’re ready. he teases your opening with one finger, letting the tip slide in. he pushes the rest of his finger in, slowly, until he can’t push any further.
he relishes in the small sounds you make. every breath pushes him further into his trance. a curl of his finger. a gasp. the stretch of your pussy as he adds another finger. it’s too much for him to handle.
goosebumps litter your arms and back when jaeho flips you around. your upper body emerged from the comforting warmth of the water. he retracts his fingers as well. you can’t see him, feel him, or even smell him in this position. but you can hear him. the sound of him pushing his shorts down his thighs. and the grunt he makes near your ear as his nudges your legs apart.
“fuck, baby.” he groans “you’re a dream.”
his hand guides his cock in between your legs. not in the way you need him. he teases you with light grinding between your slick lips, cock head and shaft slightly poking your clit. just enough for you to want more.
your whimpers excite him, giving him leverage to tease you a little bit more before giving in. “what is it? not enough, darling?”
“no!” you reply with haste. “hurry, jaeho.”
“you don’t want my cock rubbin’ on you? then where do you want it?” his fingers trail your arms and shoulders as he speaks. urging you to lean forward and give him full access to your pussy.
“inside! inside, please.”
“that’s it, baby. that’s what i needed.”
you lose your breath when he pushes his cock head past your tight hole. gasps leave your mouth as you pull your body forward, running away from the stretch of his girth.
your notions prove useless when he grabs your hips and yanks you back into his space, forcing you to take another inch.
“there’s nowhere for you to go. don’t run from it.” the way your pussy gushes in him at his words boosts his spirits. any worries he had about getting caught are gone.
your whining only pushes him further . continuing to push inside, he shushes you, reminding you where you are. “shhh, darling. be quieter for me.”
you’re full to the hilt at this point. hips meeting once again, jeff can’t help let a sigh of his own slip out. “fucking finally. needed this all day.” you’ve completely covered his cock with your tightness.
he pulls himself out gently, rocking his hips forward once more. it’s like he can’t find his rhythm. alternating between deep and shallow thrusts without a steady pace.
“fuck this pussy’s too fucking good.” your knees slip under you, losing your support. only your hands grip the edge of the tub, providing minimal stability. he grabs your hips and angles your body so it’s almost flat. the change of positions refocuses him. he falls into a steady pace with controlled thrusts.
you on the other hand, are losing it. the downward curve of his cock forces the head against your gspot with every movement. dragging and pushing the spot. your arms do not suffice as stable support, wobbling under the stress. moans bounce off the water and fill the air. it’s a pathetic attempt at staying quiet.
jaeho catches this. he cages you in from behind, forcing you between his body and the hot tub, leaving you with no room for movement. “thought i told you to be quiet, baby. what happened t- fuck. that?”
you reply in whimpers and whines. “hngg. can’t!”
“oh, baby. let me help you.” he whispers condescendingly.
his help comes in the form of a hand wrapped around your throat. depleting your oxygen as he thrusts harder. his balls begin to slap your clit under the water.
eyes rolling back and hands gripping at nothing, you let out a silent scream. he hits places within you that he’s never hit before. your body becomes restless with the inability to move while in such a state of pleasure.
you squirm in his grip. it only tightens around your waist and neck, keeping you in place, forced to meet his cock with ever beat.
“rub your clit for me, darling. cant do it while im holding you on my cock like this. make yourself feel good.” you follow his directions diligently.
your obedience doesn’t make up for your clumsiness. he watches you try to bring yourself pleasure. it’s almost pathetic. one of your hands holds his wrist near your throat. the other is hesitant, switching between your heat and the edge of the hot tub. you’re clearly more worried about gravity taking its course than cumming.
he laughs at you for the umpteenth time that night. “never mind then. lay there and take it, it’s all you can do.” you whine and squirm in response. tucking your head down and kicking his thighs with your heels.
“shit, shit, shit. i’m gonna cum baby. take it inside. take it all.” he wasn’t going to let any of it drip out, in honest fear of dawit testing the water for traces of sperm.
“please do. i want it. please, please, please.” how could he say no?
with a final thrust and a groan, he reaches what he’s been after all night. shifting your bodies down, he circles your clit once again, inviting you to trail behind him.
and it’s working. you’re so, so close. “oh my god, hoya. holy shit.”
he leans down, touching your back to his chest. “do it, darling. let it happen.” head hanging low, you finally cum around him. he’s still sensitive from his previous orgasm. your gasps as you finish are lost within his own grunts, the tight sensation proving to be too much.
panting shallowly, you try to catch your breath. something wet and heavy hits your back while you’re hunched over on the edge. turning around, you see it’s the pieces of you forgotten swimsuit.
jaeho wears a stupid smirk, and nothing else. “put that on, you’re naked, you know.”
you roll your eyes at his remark. “says you. you’re naked and soft right now. hurry up.”
he steps into his swim shorts with a smile while you copy his actions. Seeing you struggle with the ties on your top, he turns your standing figure away from him. “let me.”
you sigh and relax into his body. his arms slip around your waist when he finishes. “it looks like shit, baby. go to our room and get some real clothes on. i’ll meet you there.”
you look back to meet his eyes. “what? got another hot date?” he responds with a chuckle. “gotta shut this thing down. otherwise dawit will have two reasons to beat my ass tomorrow.”
placing a kiss on your shoulder, he sends you on your way. “go. shower if you want. or let my cum sit inside you overnight, i don’t care.”
you shove him backward in disgust, letting him fall back into the water once again. “gross. bye.”
stepping out of the tub, you make your way over to the sliding glass door. just before you shut it completely, you hear your boyfriends voice. “hey.”
you poke your head out for the last time that night. “what?”
“thank you, i love you.” he says plainly. no teasing, no smirk. just a reminder.
Omg i just saw your epex maknae ver about their favorite positions and i am begging for a yewang shower sex ㅠㅠ
thank u anon for requesting!
yewang - shower
warnings: nsfw. yewang x fem!reader. swearing. shower sex. drabble.
"you're getting my floor all wet." you say it because you should. yewang stands in your bedroom doorway, upper half of his body dripping onto the carpet. one of his eyebrows is quirked while he rests his head against the frame.
"funny. i was planning on having you the same way in the next five minutes." he's shameless. standing in front of you shirtless with his thumbs resting in his sweatpants' pockets.
"oh my god." you blink back at him.
"what?" he makes his was over to your bed, where you've been sitting comfortably. "you were the one who said i could stay over. and i just checked- you only have one clean towel left, dumbass." he grabs your hand and drags you into the bathroom, before you can sass him back.
the shower he'd left running is hot. there's steam covering the mirror already. he presses your body against his own, letting his hands wander around the hem of your sleep shirt while he connects his lips to your neck. they're warm, wet, and comforting- both his hands and lips.
you're out of your clothes before you know it. he's already got your back against the cold tile of you shower. he smells amazing, even under the water. "god, you're trouble." you whisper into his ear.
he chuckles back, amused by your words. hiking your leg up, he dips his fingers down to see if you're as wet as he thinks you'll be. he can't help but smile when his fingers meet the wet mess between your legs.
"good thing we're in the shower." he smiles and mutters against your lips. lining himself up with your entrance, he pushes the tip inside. the stretch is different, thanks to the warm setting. it's slow and thick. his groans echo off the tile.
the steam wraps around you. your fingers dig into his broad shoulders while your legs shake. he rocks into you, deep and slow, never losing his smile. you'd hate that stupid smirk if he wasn't making you feel so good.
"wang... wash my hair after." you pant out. he grips your hair to make you face him.
