SUMMARY: After a long day, your boyfriend barely has the energy to do anything, but it’s a good thing you don’t mind taking the lead and doing all the work!
WC: 2.9k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut!!! [ minors / ageless blogs dni :p ] kissing, straddling, dry humping / ab riding, oral (m receiving), keeho deadass just lays there sorry. anddd p in v, no protection (PLEASE WEAR IT OKAY.) + riding :p . “good girl” Shhhh… INSPIRED BY HIS POST TODAY 051126. CUZ WHATS HIS ISSUE. hi eni shoutout
You and your boyfriend's bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting everything in warm amber. Keeho had collapsed onto the bed the moment he arrived, still in his practice clothes which was just a loose black tee and sweats that hung low on his hips.
He had back-to-back schedules all day: morning dance practice, afternoon recording sessions, then a late variety show filming that ran over. You could see the exhaustion written across his face, and in the way his shoulders sagged, especially how he'd immediately sprawled back against the pillows with a heavy sigh.
"Long day?" You asked softly, and he just nodded, one arm coming up to drape across his eyes.
"Too long," He mumbled. "Choreo today ran like three hours over. I'm so fucking wiped."
You nodded in understanding, considering the idea of giving him space, but when you moved to leave, with the intent of getting him water or something to energize himself, his hand had shot out to catch your wrist. "No wait, stay," He whined, peeking out from under his arm with those warm eyes. "Please? I missed you."
That was twenty minutes ago. Now you were straddling him as he looked up at you with that lazy smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, though you could see the tiredness still lingering in his expression. He admired you, already wearing nothing but his old T-shirt and a cheeky thong.
You'd honestly been thinking about this all day. About him and getting your hands on him. The want had been building since this morning, a low simmer of desire that had only intensified as the hours passed. And now here he was, tired but willing, looking at you like you were the only thing that could make this exhausting day worth it.
He doesn't make a move to flip you over or take control —he's too tired for that, and honestly? You didn't mind one bit. You had your needs!!!! And you were more than happy to take care of both of you tonight.
His hand came up to caress your cheek, the movement slow and deliberate, like even that small gesture required effort. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, and you could feel the slight calluses on his fingertips — evidence of all those hours holding a mic, dancing, working himself to the bone.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He murmurs, voice low and sleepy, roughened at the edges from overuse. That tone always turned you on.
God, he's beautiful like this. You thought, taking in the relaxed set of his features and the way his light hair falls across his forehead, slightly damp with the remnants of the day's exertion. The shadows under his eyes only made him look human. You just knew you were the luckiest girl in the world.
He was all yours.
"Just thinking about how good I’m about to take care of you," You whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed against his ear. You felt him shiver beneath you, and the way his breath hitched despite his exhaustion.
"Baby, I don't know if I have the energy to—"
"Shh," You cut him off gently, pulling back to look into his eyes. "You don't have to do anything. Just lie back and let me, okay? I want to. I've been wanting to all day."
Something shifted in his expression — relief mixed with desire and affection mixed with gratitude. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," You confirmed, rolling your hips slightly against him, feeling the first stirrings of his interest despite his tiredness. "I've got you. Just relax."
His hands settled on your hips, grip loose and trusting. "Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” He breathed, and that made you smile.
Without another word, you leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a slow, languid kiss. His lips were soft, yielding, parting under yours with a quiet hum of approval that vibrates against your mouth. There's no urgency, rather just gentle slides of tongue against tongue, the wet sound of breath mingling, and the warmth of his exhale ghosting across your cheek.
His free hand slid into your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a tenderness that made your chest ache, but he doesn't pull you closer. He lets you set the pace and explore his mouth at your own leisure, content to receive whatever you want to give him.
The kiss deepens gradually, like honey dripping from a spoon. You tilt your head, tasting him, savoring the faint hint of mint and something uniquely him. His tongue curls against yours lazily, as if he's got all the time in the world, and like there's nowhere else he'd rather be. Both of his hands now came down to rest lazily on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles through your clothes, the repetitive motion both soothing and arousing.
You could feel his heartbeat against your own, steady and strong. "Mm," He hums against your lips, breaking away just enough to speak, his breath warm on your mouth. "Could do this for hours."
"I’m not opposed." You murmur back, and he grinned — a genuine smile that he flashed just for you.
You break away just long enough to pull his shirt up, exposing his stomach. The fabric whispers as it slides over his skin, and he lifts his hips slightly to help, letting you peel it off over his head. His hair gets mussed in the process, and you can't help but admire the view.
Then you were on him again, kissing down his jaw — the slight scratch of stubble against your lips — his neck, where his pulse jumps beneath your mouth, the hollow of his collarbone where you can taste the salt of his skin. He lets out a soft groan, head tilting back, exposing the long line of his throat, eyes fluttering shut.
"You okay with doing all the work tonight?" He breathes, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You hum against his skin. “Fine by me.” You say through a soft giggle. Because, of course it was okay, you thought to yourself. Keeho was your lazy, beautiful boy.
Your lips trailed lower, now across his chest, down the defined line of his abs. Each one of his muscles was defined, creating valleys and ridges that you trace with your tongue. You press a kiss to the dip between his ribs, then another lower, right above the waistband of his sweatpants, where a thin trail of dark hair disappears beneath the fabric.
His cock was already hard, straining against his bottoms, and you can see the outline clearly. You ignore it for now, shifting your weight forward so your clothed cunt could press against the ridged muscles of his stomach. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure through you, even through the thin layer of your panties.
Keeho watches you through half-lidded eyes, his hands still on your hips. His palms are warm, fingers spreading wide to grip you. "Go ahead." He says, voice relaxed, still with that lazy drawl. "Use me all you want."
His permission and encouragement alone made your head spin.
You grind against his abs, slowly. The fabric of your underwear was a barrier, but the pressure felt perfect.. the friction delicious. You rock your hips, finding a pattern, and his hands held you gently, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your waist. The sensation builds with each roll of your hips; heat, pressure, and the slow climb toward pleasure.
"Fuck," He groans, watching the movement with rapt attention, his eyes dark. "So fucking pretty."
You can feel yourself getting wetter, your panties clinging to you. You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and pick up the pace. You lean forward to pepper kisses along his jaw before sloppily connecting your lips with his — soft moans slipping out.
The friction at your core builds, a slow heat coiling in your belly, tightening with each movement. His skin is warm beneath your palms, slightly damp now, his heartbeat quickening. Every time you roll your hips, his cock twitches against his sweatpants, gradually forming a taller tent. Keeho didn't rush you, instead, he let you take what you needed, his gaze heavy and appreciative, drinking in every movement and expression that crosses your face.
"Close?" He asks, voice a low rasp that sends shivers down your spine.
You nod, breath coming faster, little gasps escaping you. He smirks, those lazy eyes crinkling at the corners, and the sight of him — still relaxed, content, and watching you with such obvious desire — pushes you closer to the edge. "Take your time, baby. I'm not going anywhere."
A flush creeps up your neck as you sit up slightly, your hands drifting from his chest to your own body. Through the thin fabric of your shirt, you cup your breasts, feeling the weight of them in your palms, your thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. The sensation sends another jolt straight to your core, and you bite your lower lip, unable to suppress the small smile that spreads across your face as you watch his reaction.
His breath catches. You can see it in the way his chest stills for just a moment before his breathing deepens, his eyes tracking every movement of your hands. Something felt intoxicating about performing for him like this — you grope yourself slowly and calculated, letting him see how much you want this anfd how much you want him.
"God," He breathes, his lazy hands tightening on your hips. "So fucking beautiful."
You grind harder, chasing the edge, your movements becoming less controlled, and more desperate now. Then it hits — a soft, shuddering orgasm that ripples through you like waves. You gasp, your hips stuttering, your whole body tensing before releasing. Keeho's hands slightly tighten on you, holding you steady as you ride it out, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Good girl." He smiles as you collapse against his chest, pulling you in for another kiss; his lips were soft once again. "That's my good girl. So pretty when you cum."
You're still catching your breath, your limbs loose and languid, when you slide off him, moving down his body. His cock is a prominent bulge under his sweats still, and you quickly palm him through the fabric, feeling his heat and hardness, and the way it jumps at your touch. He lets out a sharp exhale, his hips twitching involuntarily.
"You don't have to—" He starts, but you're already tugging his waistband down, freeing his cock. It springs up, flushed and slick at the tip, a bead of precum already forming. The sight makes your mouth water.
"Shut up." You say softly, grinning up at him. "I need it."
He laughs to himself, settling deeper into the pillows, his hands coming to rest on his stomach. "Don't blame me if I get too comfortable."
"You won't." You promise.
You lower your head, licking a stripe from the base to the tip. His breath hitches, and his hand finds your hair again, not to pull, but to just rest there, fingers threading through the strands once more.
"Jesus christ." He breathes.
You wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. Keeho groans — a long, drawn-out sound that seems to come from deep in his chest, vibrating through him. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect. So fucking perfect."
You take him deeper, inch by inch, bobbing your head at a leisurely pace. His cock fills your mouth, the weight of it familiar and satisfying, and you relax your throat, letting him slide in until your nose presses against his pelvis. The scent of him is stronger here — his clean skin and arousal. He moans, hips bucking slightly, but he forces himself still, his thighs tensing beneath your hands.
"Don't want to... push." He mutters, voice strained, rough with pleasure. "But you're making it really fucking hard not to."
You hum around him, and his grip in your hair tightens possessively. You set a rhythm, savoring every inch of him. Every time you pull back, you swirl your tongue around his tip, lapping at the slit where more pre-cum is leaking, before taking him in again. The wet sounds fill the room, mixing with his ragged grunts and soft gags.
"Love watching you." He manages, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips. "So fucking pretty with your mouth full of my cock."
You reach down, cupping his balls, gently massaging. They're drawn up tight, hot and heavy in your palm. His hips jerk, and he groans louder, his hand tightening in your hair. "Holy shit, just like that—“
You double your efforts, hollowing your cheeks, taking him as deep as you can, using your hand to stroke what you could no longer fit. His hands are in your hair, but he doesn't push. He lets you work as you bring him to the edge at your own pace, his thighs trembling now.
"I'm about to—" He warns, voice breaking, desperate. "Baby, fuck, I'm close—"
You suck hard, taking him deeper, and he lets go with a shuddering groan. His thick and salty release fills your mouth, coating your tongue. You swallow, taking every drop, still working him through the aftershocks, your hand stroking him gently as he pulses.
He pants, chest heaving, his skin flushed and damp. "Come here."
You crawl back up his body, and he kisses you immediately, deep and messy, tasting himself on your lips. His tongue slides against yours, and he groans into your mouth. He whispers against your lips. "So amazing."
You're already aching for more. The first orgasm took the edge off, but now you're burning, empty, and needing to be filled. You reach down, pulling off your messied panties before positioning yourself over his spent cock. He's still half-hard, softening but not completely gone, and you were not waiting.
"Not done?" He asks, a lazy grin spreading across his face, his eyes crinkling with amusement and renewed interest.
"You just lie there. Sit still, and look pretty for me." You say with a cheeky grin and stupid wink, quickly sinking down onto him with a soft moan. The stretch was sensational, his cock sliding into your slick, ready cunt. You both gasp as he fills you — the feeling overwhelming. He hisses, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
“So fucking tight."
You start to move, rocking your hips. He's still sensitive, and every twitch of yours makes him hiss, his fingers digging into your flesh. But he doesn't complain — instead he just watches and lets you set the rhythm once again as his thumbs stroke your skin in soothing circles even while his cock hardens inside you, responding to the tight, wet heat.
"Come on, pretty." He murmurs, his voice rough and low. "Use me."
And you do. You rise and fall, finding a tempo that's deep and unhurried, savoring every inch of him. The room fills with the wet sound of your bodies meeting, soft moans and sighs, with the creak of the bed beneath you. Keeho's eyes never leave you, his gaze hazy with admiration. He watches the way your body moves, the way your face contorts with pleasure.
"God, I love you," He breathes, his voice reverent.
You lean forward, pressing your chest against his again, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. Your lips meet in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and breath and desperation. Your hips grind in a slow circle, his cock hitting deep inside you with every roll, pressing against that perfect spot.
"Keep going.” He whispers against your mouth, his breath hot and damp. You whimper as you lose yourself in the rhythm, the warmth of his body, the slide of your skin against his, and in the low, steady stream of praise he murmurs into your ear. "That's it... just like that... so good... my good girl."
The second orgasm builds slowly, a wave that swells and crests. It's different from the first — deeper and more intense, radiating from your core outward. You tighten around him, and he groans, his hands squeezing your hips, helping you move.
"Let me feel you."
So you shatter, crying out against his neck, your body shuddering and your cunt clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. The pleasure crashes over you in waves, stealing your breath. He holds you through it, his cock still buried inside you, his own release long spent but still hard enough to keep you satisfied, to give you something to clench around.
When you finally still, breathless and trembling, your body limp and sated, he presses a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then your cheek — soft, tender kisses that make your heart swell.
"Such a hard-working girl." He murmurs, a sleepy laugh escaping. "I'm exhausted just watching." You laugh softly, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in the scent of him — sweat, sex, and satisfaction. "I love you."
He hugs you tighter, his hands stroking your back in long, soothing movements. "I love you more."
💌 mika’s message yoon keeho what’s ur issue lowkey. Anyways…. Just be nice to me ok. i’m feeling vulnerable and sensitive today. Anyways who else a keeho happy trail / bush truther Lmk in the comments down below ❣️❣️❣️💕💕
Summary ⟅ Jiung has been harbouring secret feelings for his best friend's girlfriend, but when Keeho catches him kissing you and is not angry, he's given a surprising offer.
Requested: anon
Bf!Keeho x reader x friend!Jiung / ⟣ SMUT / 6k ⟢
Warnings: poly, mfm, double penetration (dpv), slight mm, oral (f. rec), fingering, handjob (m. rec), kinda cheating but not really cause keeho knows, dirty talk!, praise, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart etc), slight degradation if you squint, squirting, soft dom!jiung, slight mean dom!Keeho, multiple orgasms, creampie, subspace
Lily's note — 🪷 okay tbh the plot of this is just cock i can't lie it was supposed to be softer but I got carried sway with keeho😭😭 so yes the plot gets lost and... that's okay. Also the warnings did change a bit from what I posted so... anyway lowkey a mid fic but keeung makes up for it
“Baby, wanna help me grab some drinks?”
You nod against where you're nuzzled into Keeho’s shoulder, letting him pull you up from the couch by the hand to lead you to the kitchen.
From where Jiung is sitting he can just barely see you two move around the small space to pour the drinks, and right as Jiung turns to shift his focus back to the crappy reality T.V. show they (Intak) put on, Keeho grips your waist and pulls you into his body.
He tries to look away, he even turns his head to face the TV, but his eyes stay glued to where yours and Keeho’s lips lock.
His mouth goes dry when your tongue darts out to lick into Keeho’s mouth, and when Keeho’s hands move from your waist, down your lower back, and over the swell of your ass to squeeze, he feels his soft cock tighten a bit in his pants. But most of all, he wishes that were him.
His gaze is ripped away when his body jerks into the armrest of the couch after Taeyang, who's sitting beside him, shoves him hard in the side. He whips around to fix him with a bewildered stare, but all Taeyang does is look from him, to the kitchen, then back to him with a stiff shake of his head. The message is clear: What the fuck are you doing?
His whole body burns with shame for being caught staring, and by Taeyang no less, who he’d reassured months ago that the “thing” he clearly has for you (after Taeyang caught him laughing a little too hard at one of your jokes) was nothing but a silly little crush, one he swore up and down he’d gotten over.
Well, he hasn't—clearly—if the way he awkwardly shifts and crosses his legs to conceal the growing tightness in his pants is anything to go by. He avoids Taeyang’s eye contact like the plague and swallows down the lump in his throat when he hears him scoff under his breath. A jolt of irritation flickers through him at Taeyang’s reaction. It’s not like he wants to like one of his best friends girlfriends. He hates it. He hates the pit of guilt in his stomach that grows whenever he’s around you and Keeho, forced to watch him be the one to touch you, to hold you, to make you laugh and smile when he wishes it was him instead. And it’s not like he even has any animosity towards his friend, no—he’s happy for him. He just wishes he could have gotten to you first.
He doesn't glance at you when you cross in front of him with the tray of drinks or when you sit down and throw your legs over Keeho’s lap. In fact, he doesn't look at you for the rest of the night, not until you're closing the door behind the four members that decide to call it an early night. He knows he should go too, but he selfishly stays back just to spend a bit more time with you without Taeyang shooting lasers into his skull.
You twist back around and throw him a smile that he almost audibly awes at, pausing to ask him where Keeho went.
“He said he had to take a call.”
You nod and saunter over to plant yourself right beside him on the couch. He tenses when your knee brushes his thigh and attempts to inch it away without you noticing. Your perfume floods his senses and is close to infiltrating his self control, until he reels himself back in and immediately regrets his decision to stay.
“I’ll head out too, let you two have your—” his attempts at getting up falter when your hand splays across his chest, pushing him down against the back of the couch.
“Stay.”
Your hand smoothes all the way down his torso to settle on his thigh. He stares at it, his breaths turning shallow when you lightly squeeze the hard muscle there. His eyelids flutter at the contact, your warmth seeping through the denim so close to his—
He clears his throat and snaps back to reality. “R-Really, I should go.”
You push your elbow onto the backrest of the couch to lean further into him, your chest nearly grazing his shoulder.
“Why are you so eager to leave?” Your breath fans against his ear as you speak. “I barely got to talk to you tonight with everyone here.”
Jiung doesn't know what the fuck is going, all he can focus on is your hand climbing higher and higher on his thigh and the voice in his head screaming at him to push you away. He can't muster up the strength to, so he resorts to saying, “W-Well Keeho was hogging you the whole time,” with hopes that you’ll remember your boyfriend and retract your hand.
You don't, you only smile at him all smug and knowing and something about it makes him feel like he’s fallen into a trap.
“Oh, how selfish of him to keep me all to himself.”
His heart thuds harder at your condescending tone, his stomach clenching with a sharp jolt when your hand brushes over his bulge.
When his breath hitches you apply more pressure, pressing down onto his boner, whispering against where your lips are now hovering over his neck, “Good thing he’s not here right now.”
You press a chaste kiss right over the prominent vein pushing through his skin, waiting to see if he’ll push you off and when he doesn't, you part your lips and dart your tongue out to flick over his salty skin, trailing wet kisses upward.
He shudders out a gasp when your hand begins to knead his hard cock through his pants. The pressure mixes with the sensitivity on his neck to dismiss almost all rationale from his brain, and with the miniscule amount remaining, he weakly protests your touch. “We s-shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right in the other—”
A whimper filters out from him when you nibble at his earlobe and tug it between your teeth. You hum for him to continue but all he does is drop his head back into the couch, the last of his defenses crumbling. “Oh, god…”
Adrenaline courses through you at how quickly he loses all inhibition from just a few light touches. There was also something undeniably exciting about knowing how little he tried to fight back despite there being a big possibility he’d get caught kissing his best friend's girlfriend that sets your senses on fire.
With two fingers at his chin, you turn his head so you can take in the guilty look of bliss on his face before you lay your lips over his. Soft and warm, they part instinctively for you and you take his bottom one between yours, sucking it into your mouth to draw out a broken sigh.
You throw a leg over his lap to straddle his waist, his hands hesitantly raising to rest over your thighs while your own press against his lower stomach, bunching his shirt into your palm while you slide your hands up.
Your weight settling over his lap is almost enough to rid him of the thought of Keeho entirely; morals be damned. You felt way too good, especially when you arched into him, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly across his boner.
Your hand cradles the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair—his lips unmoving against where yours are still kissing him.
A crease forms between his brows when he realizes both your hands have disappeared under his shirt to run over the lean muscle of his torso, which means—
Jiung’s eyes fly open. He wrenches his mouth away from yours and twists his head back as far as he can to see Keeho peering down at him from his spot behind the couch, his expression unreadable. He shoves you off of him as fast as he can, wincing when he hears you land with a muffled, “Mngph!” and darts off the couch.
“Keeho! I’m—I’m so sorry! I didn’t—she—I’m sorry!” he stumbles over his words to form an adequate enough apology. “Please, I’ll do anything just don’t be…” His words falter when Keeho breaks out into a smile.
“Relax, Jiung,” Keeho says, his voice calm as he rounds the couch to sit on its arm beside where you pull yourself back into a sitting position. “It’s okay.”
Jiung’s cheeks flame at the way you both look at him, not a hint of shock or anger present in either one of you. If anything, your gazes are heated and he watches Keeho press a delicate kiss to your forehead before turning back to face him.
“How… how can it be okay?” Jiung whispers, eyes darting between you. “I just betrayed you—”
Keeho cuts him off with a mischievous, crooked smile that does little to soften the shock from his next words.
“We know you like her.”
He freezes in place, his mind racing a mile a minute. “What?”
“We know you have a thing for her. We’ve known for a while, actually.”
Jiung’s embarrassment momentarily eclipses at the understanding in Keeho’s voice, more confused than ever. “And you’re not… angry?”
His eyes dart to you when you stand and approach him. He watches your movements carefully, looking back nervously to see Keeho’s reaction when you reach out to grasp his hands in yours. All Keeho does is lean forward to rest his elbows on his knees, staring at him intently but still, with no anger.
“Why would we be angry?” You ask. “You can’t help your feelings. It doesn’t have to be an issue.”
Jiung stares, completely taken aback and at a loss for what is happening. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what’s going on.”
He lets you tug him slowly back to the couch where Keeho rises to stand.
Keeho wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, both your hands still intertwined with Jiung’s, as he speaks, “We were thinking… It can be more for you… if you want.”
The implication hung in the air, tantalizingly alluring. His tense muscles relax a fraction now that he's sure that Keeho isn't upset, but he's still as confused as ever at whatever is being offered to him.
“More?” He repeats for clarification.
“I’m just going to be blunt, she wants you to fuck her—”
“Keeho!” You cut him off with a shove that has him falling back to the couch with an unrestrained laugh. Jiung is pleased to see the flush that blooms on your cheeks at the exposure of your own little secret; his cock gives a needy jerk in his pants.
You turn back to him with a bashfulness that is too cute for what the situation calls for. “I’d be lying if I said I haven't thought about you in that way, and I thought it could be fun…? If you're down, of course.”
It all sounds a little too good to be true. The fantasy of you he’d guilty used to pleasure himself for months being presented to him on a silver platter; it made the heat in his gut flare into an eager burn. But there was one last thing he couldn't wrap his mind around.
“And what's in it for you?” He asks, nodding in Keeho’s direction.
Keeho leans back on the couch with his hands behind his head, bucking his hips slightly to get comfortable, grinning up at his friend. “I get to see my girl pleased and happy.”
You scoff at him. “Don’t act like you don't want this too.”
Keeho shrugs his shoulders, not disagreeing, and lets the silence settle around you. You wait for Jiung to come to his final decision. He doesn’t trust his voice to speak, so he nods once and you exhale a happy, excited sigh.
He clears his throat and asks, “So how does this work?”
He stares blankly as you and Keeho exchange knowing glances, and Keeho jumps back up from the couch to settle behind you again, his front pressed to your back. Your eyes flutter shut when he snakes a large hand around your body, so low on your belly that his fingers graze where you need him most, and he pushes you back to grind his erection into your ass.
You disconnect one of your hands from Jiung’s to reach behind and wrap around his head, pulling his face into the crook of your neck. He makes sure that Jiung is watching while he peppers wet open-mouth kisses on your skin until you're panting and your head falls back on his shoulder.
Jiung watches on, entranced by your needy little sounds and the responsiveness of your body to Keeho's.
“First of all, she likes to be taken care of,” Keeho says, drawing Jiung’s attention back to him. “You’re gonna help me take care of her, right Jiung?”
He nods and swallows down the flood of saliva in his mouth when he feels you give the hand you're still holding a squeeze before tugging him forward until his feet brush yours.
“You can be a little rough with her, but not too much. She’s sensitive. She also likes being told what to do, don’t you baby?” Keeho asks and you nod obediently. “Good girl. Why don’t you unzip his pants and feel him up a bit? Gotta make sure he’s as hard as possible for later.”
For later? The mystery of what is to come sends a wave of heat rushing through Jiung’s body. You release his hand, your fingers deftly flying to undo the button of his jeans and drag his zipper down.
The outline of him is visible, pressing through the fabric of his underwear. You slip your hand beneath the waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cockhead. He jerks at the contact, his hips bucking into your grip as you slowly stroke him.
“See how worked up he is already?” Keeho murmurs into your ear. “All that time watching us… he’s been waiting for this.”
He couldn’t even deny it now that he knew how obvious he was being. He could only indulge in your soft hand pumping him just right.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his eyes screwing shut for a moment before he forces them open when Keeho’s fingers grip his jaw.
“She also loves being kissed. Don’t forget, or she gets whiney.”
Keeho guides Jiung’s jaw forward until his lips meet yours again. He kisses you deeply now without the previous shock and hesitation, tasting the sweet lemonade you were drinking earlier.
He pulls his hand back when Jiung cradles your face in his hands, your own slightly picking up speed in response.
Keeho’s hands return to your waist, slipping beneath your shirt and inching up until they graze over your nipples. He circles the sensitive flesh with a featherlight touch until they stiffen into peaks. He takes each between two fingers, twisting and pulling until you’re a moaning mess. His hands fall back to the hem of your shirt and he tugs it up, separating the kiss, to undress you.
Jiung’s eyes blaze at how ruined you already look, your lips swollen and your eyes half lidded and hazy.
Keeho’s hands return to cup your tits, squeezing and rubbing over the already sensitive pebbled skin. You whimper and lean back further against him, your hand going slack against Jiung’s cock.
“See? I told you she’s sensitive,” Keeho chuckles, “One time I made her come just from playing with her tits—”
You whine and push your ass back roughly against him, your lips curling into a frown.
“You’re embarrassed? You don’t want Jiungie knowing how easy you are, baby?” Keeho doubles down, forcing your writhing body to still in his grasp.
“Kyo please just—” you choke out a gasp when his fingers pinch your nipples. You clamp your thighs shut, trying to satiate the aching throb that has been building. “P-Please…”
“Please? Please what? You want us to fuck you already?”
You whimper through a nod and Jiung watches the exchange with wide, blown out eyes, his cock steadily throbbing where your hand was still gripping him.
“Why don’t you tell him how you want us to fuck you, hmm? Why you are so eager to have him join us?”
Keeho’s hands finally cease their torture and slide down to your hips, giving you the chance to speak. You look at Jiung who’s waiting headily for your response. As if remembering where your hand was, you resume your slow, careful strokes as you muster up the courage to speak.
“I… want your cocks,” you say, averting your gaze down to where you’re stroking him to avoid his eye contact. You feel suddenly timid under his watchful, heated stare, the questions too daunting to outright ask. But as usual, Keeho is there to force it out of you.
“C’mon princess. Tell him what you really want. Don’t be shy now.”
You huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes glazing over as the words come out shaky and unsure. “Want both your cocks in me together.”
Jiung ruts into your loose grip at the thought of both him and Keeho buried inside of you, filling you completely. A raw, primal want floods through him that sends his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Fuck, really?” he manages to choke out.
You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep, telling crimson. Keeho smiles against your neck, grazing it with his teeth before biting down playfully.
“That’s what she wants, Jiung. Double the fun. She wants her cunt stuffed with cock so, what do you say? You agree?”
With your hand stroking him so deliciously, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard and utters the word you’ve been waiting for, “Yes.”
Keeho smiles at him with satisfaction, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “Pull him out sweetheart.”
You follow his command and tug Jiung’s aching cock out of his pants, watching with hungry eyes as it hangs out of the fabric, long and curved slightly, flushed a bright, angry red at the tip. Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp at how pretty he is. Behind you, Keeho’s hips buck into you.
“I told you he’d be the right size.”
Jiung’s head sways, dizzy at the prospect that you two have already consulted over whether or not his dick was the right match for your freaky escapades. He shoots Keeho a questioning glance but Keeho only shrugs.
“We’ve all seen each other naked before. Did you expect me not to remember the size of your dick?” Keeho shoots back. He chuckles against your shoulder when Jiung’s lip curls at him, and he quickly adds on, “If I remember correctly, you were watching both of us make out in that kitchen, or am I wrong?”
His cock pulses at the memory of Keeho’s big hands gripping you and his mouth parting to accept your tongue. A part of him wonders why he’s never felt any jealousy towards Keeho. Now, the answer is clear, but his ego is too big to admit it.
Keeho gives him an annoyingly smug wink, his hands curling into your bottoms to inch them and your panties down your thighs. “We have to prep her first. Gotta stretch her out enough to take both of us.”
He sits you down on the couch and beckons Jiung forward to get a better view of him pulling them fully down your legs. He gently parts your thighs until they’re spread open wide, your weeping cunt on full view.
Jiung gawks at the amount of arousal that coats your heat, watching as a heavy bead of your slick gathers and drips onto the couch beneath you. Your clit peaks out from its hood, hard and pulsing, desperate for attention. He reaches down to grip himself at the base, squeezing hard then stroking to satisfy the pleasure coiling in his stomach.
Keeho’s finger prods through your folds, tracing a lazy path through your slit to collect your wetness and spreading it over your clit. You whimper, your legs attempting to clench shut, but he holds them open with his other hand, his fingers digging roughly into your thigh.
“Look at her,” Keeho murmurs, also taken by how pretty your dripping cunt looks, never tiring of seeing how wet you get. He inches his finger down to rub at your hole, circling his finger until he presses in, breaching the tough muscle that pushes against him. “So perfect and so fucking tight. I don’t know how she’s gonna take both of our cocks. Can barely take me alone, but we’ll make it work, right darling? Your greedy cunt is gonna take two cocks?”
You don’t hear any words, all you can focus on is his finger curling deep to press against that spongy spot in you, your eyes rolling back at the shock of pleasure.
Your cunt clenches when Keeho withdraws his finger, offering it up in Jiung’s direction. “Wanna taste?”
He doesn't think twice before he sinks to his knees between where you both are sitting on the couch, his stare fixing on the glistening essence coating Keeho’s finger. He grabs Keeho’s wrist and takes the soaked digit into his mouth, his lips closing to fully taste your sweet and musky flavor. He sucks slowly, his tongue swirling, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste.
He misses the look of astonishment that you and Keeho share. When he’s lapped up every last bit of you, he pulls off with a soft pop.
Keeho chuckles darkly at him, “I meant you can eat her out, but that works too.”
The blush that had just left him returns, deeper than before. He shoots Keeho a glare, his jaw tightening. “You’re such an asshole,” he mutters.
“You guys love me.” Keeho stands over you both to work open his belt, and gestures to Jiung. “Go ahead, open her up. I always have to prep her to take me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands grip your thighs and he leans forward with a gentle sweep of his tongue through your folds that has you gasping, your fingers threading through his hair to push him harder against you. The taste of you combined with the way your hips tilt up to meet him unleashes something in him.
He moans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit with a growing confidence before dipping lower to tease your entrance. He drinks you in and you give an experimental grind over his tongue that has his nose bumping pleasantly against your bundle of nerves.
You squeeze your nipple with your free hand, your gaze falling on Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold, now bare of any clothes and pumping his cock from base to tip.
“Slip a few fingers in, Jiung,” he instructs, “Stretch her open.”
Jiung doubles his efforts, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently between the flick of his tongue around the sensitive nub. He pushes two fingers against your entrance until they slip inside, curling and scissoring them to loosen you up. Your back arches, a sweet little cry slipping through your lips when he pulls his fingers out just to plunge right back in. The pleasure builds, the muscles in your belly tightening as you teeter on the edge.
Jiung boldly adds a third finger even as he struggles to pump them all into you, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream while you convulse over him, your vision blanking into a bright, white light for a moment.
He pulls off while you slump against the couch, still shuddering through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Keeho moves to stand beside him, and when Jiung looks up, his jaw goes slack at how big Keeho is, his hand barely able to curl around his girth. He turns back to your fluttering pussy, questioning exactly how they were both going to fit in you.
“Think she’s ready for me?” Keeho asks, his voice raspy and low.
The question isn't directed towards you, but you feel the need to reassure them that you’re still eager to take them. “I am,” you slur, your head lolling back against the cushion.
Keeho grins affectionately at you. “That’s my girl.” He moves to sit beside you on the couch, pulling you into a deep, healing kiss before he gently maneuvers you over his lap. He settles your back against his chest and rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his hand patting your hip. “I know you’re tired, but I need to slip it in.”
With a weak, shuddering breath, you raise yourself up, wrapping one arm around his shoulder for support while Keeho guides himself to your soaked entrance. The broad head of his cock nudges against you.
“Easy now,” he coo’s, helping you sink down.
A desperate, filthy noise escapes you when he fills you, his thickness stretching you wider. There was little resistance thanks to the obscene amount of wetness coating your folds, and how Jiung worked you open. When you’re finally seated fully on him, your bodies flush, Keeho groans and bites into your shoulder. “Fuck, don’t even need lube, do you, princess? You’re so fucking wet.”
Jiung watches, mesmerized, as Keeho begins to move slowly, his hips rolling upward into you. Jiung quickly rids himself of the remainder of his clothes, his own cock aching and neglected watching Keeho fuck you.
Sensing his need, Keeho’s gaze snaps up to him. “Come here,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.”
Jiung eagerly moves forward, fitting himself between Keeho’s parted legs. He braces a knee on the couch, his heart racing excitedly when you reach out to lay a hand on his chest. Keeho stills his movements and nods at him, his own control fraying when you squeeze around his cock.
“Okay, Jiung, go slow. Real slow. We’re gonna fill her up together.”
Jiung nods and lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock to nudge against your swollen folds. He presses down against Keeho’s cock, his lips parting in a breathy whine at the contact, Keeho’s velvety cock soft and smooth against his own. He tries to inch in, the first attempt unsuccessful as his cock slips to glide against your pulsing clit, leaving you writhing.
Keeho grips your hips tight in his hands. “Stay still, baby. Just breathe through it… Come on, let Jiung’s cock in.”
“Wait,” Jiung interjects, his voice strained. “Just let me…”
His fingers slide along Keeho’s cock to your entrance, pressing to enter in alongside him. You whimper at the precise pressure from his fingertips against your walls.
“You’re doing so good,” Jiung whispers, rubbing his free hand over your belly to soothe the stretch. He speaks softer than Keeho, approaching you with care in comparison to his friend's rougher demeanor.
Your nails dig into his chest when slides in another finger that you suck in easily, curling and scissoring you just like before until he’s knuckle deep. He listens to your punched-out whines as your body yields to the stretch.
Jiung glances up to find your eyes soaked with tears, your cheeks flushed red. His heart squeezes at how fucked out you look and he slips his fingers out to see the ruined look intensify. He grips his cock harder and presses himself back to where Keeho’s disappearing in you. He pushes his hips forward, and the three of you cry out in tandem when he breaches your hole, the tip slipping in.
“F-Full—” you manage to croak out at the painful stretch. “‘S too m-much.”
“You’re gonna take it,” Keeho soothes, kissing your shoulder. “This is what you wanted. So be a good girl and take it.”
You whimper at his harsh words and nod, giving Jiung the green light to sink further into you. He does, sliding in deeper until only half of his cock is left, a groan ripping through him at the crushing tightness. He could feel Keeho, hot and throbbing, right alongside him, your gummy walls straining around both cocks. The sensation was mind-bending.
“Oh my fucking god,” Keeho mewls, “You’re stretched so wide. Doing so good, taking us in your tight, pretty cunt.”
Jiung slips his hands under the back of your knees, pressing your thighs against your chest to fold you in half. With one last, careful push, he slides in as deep as he can go, only an inch left not pushed in you. You sob openly, a raw broken sound at the overwhelming sensation of your pussy stretched to its absolute limit.
For a moment, no one moves to give you time to adjust, the three of you breathless. Keeho’s forehead rests on your neck while Jiung’s breaths come in ragged pants. You are barely conscious, your body impaled on them the only thing tethering you to earth.
Keeho was the first to stir, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “How is it, baby? You’re stuffed with cock, just like you wanted,” He mumbles, his voice thick with awe and lust. “Is it everything you were hoping for?”
Jiung’s hands tremble where he holds your legs, struggling to remain still in the suffocating, divine heat when your walls never cease their fluttering around them, a desperate, rhythmic clench that threatens to undo him completely.
“C-Can’t…move,” you slur, words coming out jumbled. “So f-full.”
“It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to do anything,” Keeho reassures, his hips giving the tiniest rock that makes Jiung bite his lip at the exquisite drag. “Just take it for us, all you have to do is take it.”
You cry out when Keeho gives a sharper thrust, a fresh wave of pleasure filtering through the pain. Jiung finds his voice, his gaze locking onto the filthy sight of you folded open so vulnerably and stuffed full. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “So perfect.”
Keeho draws back an inch, then pushes forward again, his movements forcing Jiung’s cock to shift inside you as well. Jiung mirrors Keeho’s action, pulling out when he’s situated back in, taking turns fucking into you.
“Oh, fuck,” Jiung groans, his head dropping forward. The friction was unlike anything he’s ever felt.
“That’s it,” Keeho praises, sliding a hand to wrap around your throat from behind. “Just like that, your greedy cunt is swallowing us so good.”
Your eyes, barely open, drop down to watch them thrust into you, their movements shallow with barely any room to move. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, your body alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. You could feel the coil tightening quick again in your stomach, your climax building fast.
You words dissolve into meaningless sounds, all you could manage was a stream of broken babbles. “Ah—ngh—gonna c-come…”
Keeho’s hand tightens around your throat. “We’re fucking you stupid, huh? Can’t even form a thought.”
Jiung’s hips falter at the tears streaming down your face, your jaw slack and open, his cock swelling from the sight alone as Keeho continues, his thrusts growing harder. He feels the overwhelming need to kiss you, remembering Keeho’s earlier advice. He leans forward and slots his lips between yours, kissing you even as your mouth falls open in a shaky moan.
All at once, the coil snaps. You keen as your back arches away from Keeho’s hold, your toes curling at the white-hot current that short-circuits any remaining thought.
The intense, clenching pressure was enough to force Jiung’s own orgasm out of him, his movements stilling completely with Keeho’s cock rubbing against him, coaxing his own to empty deep inside you in hot, endless spurts.
“F-fuck Keeho!” Jiung gasps, his body shaking when Keeho starts hammering into you, his thrust turning brutal and short, chasing his own high, still milking the remainder of Jiung’s cum out of him.
You were overstimulated beyond belief, trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks continue to ripple through you. Just as you think the orgasm finally subsides, a new, sharper wave begins to build, your body bowing in sharp twitches. Your oversensitive nerves scream for relief.
Jiung buckles forward at the new tremor of your cunt. “S-shit Keeho… she’s gonna…” he trails off, clenching his eyes shut.
“Not done yet, are you, princess? Want to give me one more?” His hand slides from where it was gripping your belly to find your swollen clit. He presses hard against it and you jolt with a wanton gasp.
“Ah! Kyo, no—please, no more—”
“Shh,” he soothes, his touch relentless, circling the throbbing bud with firm pressure. “One more and that’s it, you can do it baby. Do it for us.”
Your vision spots, your mind goes fuzzy, and when Keeho pinches your clit, your third orgasm hits with a violent rupture. Your body convulses, a hot gush of release soaking Keeho’s hand and their bodies beneath you.
Jiung marvels at the sight of you squirting, his softening cock throbbing at the sight.
It’s exactly what Keeho needs to bring his own release. With a guttural roar, he slams his hips up into you one final time, his body stiffening as his cum mixes with yours and Jiung’s to coat your walls.
No one dares to move. Keeho stays in deep, Jiung nestling against him, both of them still partially hard inside you as the last of Keeho’s tremors subside. Jiung is the first to pull out, slow and careful, feeling the tight drag as he withdraws, slipping free with a wet squelch. He kneels back, his dazed eyes watching the thick flow of cum seep from your stretched hole.
You sob at the hollowness and loss of their combined fullness.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jiung whispers, his voice hoarse. He moves forward, his hands gentle on your hips. Keeho, understanding, gives a final, tender kiss to your shoulder before relaxing his hold and helping Jiung to ease you off of his softening cock.
The moment his tip slips out, the remainder of your releases floods out, dripping down over Keeho’s stomach.
They lay you down on the cushions, your body completely boneless, a trembling, oversensitive mess. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to come to terms with the emptiness and the faint soreness that was already settling in your muscles.
Keeho leans forward to press a kiss into your hair while Jiung rubs soothing circles into your thigh.
They stare at the breathtaking sight of your pussy slightly gaping, swollen and glistening, painted with streaks of white fluid.
“Fuck…” Jiung breaths, his strokes turning worshipful on your thigh.
Keeho’s gaze drips down, and he lets out a soft, incredulous scoff. “Jiung, what the fuck? How are you still hard?”
Jiung blinks stupidly and looks down, his cheeks heating at the sight of his cock still half-hard, stirred back to life by your wrecked state.
You hear the words, “Still hard,” and your heavy-lidded eyes shift, a spark of interest lighting in their hazy depths. “Hmm?” you slur, turning your head towards Jiung.
Jiung’s eyes widen in panic, disbelief clouding his features at how you still are interested in taking more even after being fucked into oblivion.
Keeho bursts out laughing and leans in to capture your lips in a messy, languid kiss. When he pulls back, he’s still grinning. “I think you’re done for tonight baby. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.”
You pout, the expression adorable on your wrecked face. Ignoring Keeho, you turn to press a sleepy kiss to Jiung’s lips, nuzzling into him when his arms wrap around your frame protectively.
Keeho watches the two of you, smiling fondly and content. He lets out a long, happy sigh and stretches back on the couch, fixing Jiung with a satisfied smile. “What did I tell you? Double the fun.”
Keeho is very confident in his sexual abilities. He sees himself as someone who is fully capable of pleasing you by himself and by himself only.
And that’s exactly why he isn’t sure where this fantasy stems from. He was never very keen on involving a third party in the bedroom however that might look like.
But all of those principles have crumbled to dust as soon as he saw you talking to Theo at a party. Your hair was toulouse from the dancing, lips slightly puffed from continuously sipping your drink and Theo mirroring your state. There was something about the innocence in your talk or the fact that you would never cheat on Keeho either making him the perverted one to only even think about this.
And even before he could realize what’s happening he felt his boxers getting tighter by every second he kept watching you interact. Heat crept up his neck from pure embarrassment but that didn’t stop his mind from flashing those obscene pictures in front of his eyes.
Theo‘s attraction towards you wasn’t very hidden either. Maybe it wasn’t very obvious to you but Keeho knew. The way Theo‘s gaze would slowly linger on your figure wandering over your curves meeting your eyes with a half lidded smile. But he valued his friendship towards Keeho and his own morals way too much to ever act on his little crush.
After your night out the images haunted Keeho‘s mind day and night. Wet dreams about his best friend eating out his girlfriend wasn’t something he was particularly proud of but it got him rock hard nevertheless. It resulted in muffled moans and his sweats shoved down to his mid thigh while his hand fisted up and down his hard cock; all while you were innocently sleeping next to him.
As much as Keeho valued the loyalty and honesty that your relationship held, a small part of him hoped you would get caught up in each other with the opportunity for him to watch.
But he knew how perverted and twisted all of this sounded so he would probably have to take this little fantasy to his grave. ‚Hey babe do you wanna get your pussy eaten by my best friend so I can get off to that?‘ wasn’t something that sounded very sane or normal to him or probably to anyone.
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⟣ THEO 테오
warnings: spanking, degradiation, role play, (suggested) age gap?!, begging
Degradiation and rough handling wasn’t something new in your sex life. But lately Theo has been craving these specific things under new circumstances - one that you two haven't quite explored. But he also sure as hell wasn't gonna bring them up.
'Hey sweetheart, do you want to pretend to be my student so I can spank you and call you a bad girl for not doing your homework?' - yeah, no he was not gonna humiliate himself like that.
But it was so tempting. Every time you wore a skirt - bonus points if it was pleated - and it rode up your thigh he went nuts. It took all of his will power to not bend you over right then and there to spank your ass and see it turn a pretty shade of pink; all while you had to beg for his forgiveness.
‚Please- Sir, sir I will behave- uhg’ *smack*
‚You‘ve been a bad student, a bad girl. Now you need to be punished.‘ *smack*
Hearing those sweet little gasps between every slap directly aimed at your cheeks. How your thighs and stomach felt bent over his lap. Pressing against his hard dick straining against his slacks.
Jiung strives to please you. It’s his one goal in your relationship that he won’t neglect no matter what happens. He wants to take care of you, pamper you, be your bridge over troubled water. And thats exactly why
He has this one specific scenario in mind; you come home totally stressed and exhausted from your day only wanting to lean on your steady boyfriend.
He already waits for you with a warm plate filmed with your favorite in his hands. And after you ate up and he got to please you with food he will please you with his fingers next.
It all moves in a slow and sensual pace. His fingers slowly moving in and out of your folds. No teasing, no games. Just Jiung completely indulging in your pleasure, giving himself to it.
After he‘s made you cum on his fingers he will use his mouth to get every teeny tiny bit of stress out of your frame until you’re fully relaxed and you can enjoy the rest of the evening together.
But thats not something he could particularly ask you for. It just sorta has to happen.
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⟣ INTAK 인탁
warnings: pegging
Intak likes to view himself as the strong one in the relationship which to some extent probably was true. Was it true in the bedroom? Not really but you were nice enough to give him that illusion.
However that's also part of the reason why one of his newest fantasies won't ever surface. Soul actually made him think of it first. But back then he just dismissed him saying that as the one in charge he could never request such things - claiming he is too manly.
But eventually curiosity got the better of him so that he went on a deep dive into the topic eventually gaining an interest.
When you weren't home he even tried it out himself. Lowering his sweatpants to his mid thighs and working his fingers into himself.
But little did he know about the strap already hidden under your bed.
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⟣ SOUL 소울
warnings: threesome (mmf)
There honestly isn’t very much you haven’t tried or that he hasn’t at least brought up in terms of sexual fantasies.
However there is one thing he has always been a little to embarrassed to request from you. But recently the thought of it increasingly corrupted his mind- nagging his brain. He has always been intrigued to try out a threesome. And not just with anyone, no he already had the perfect person in mind to join you - his best friend Jongseob.
It was a normal, calm night in the dorm when they first talked about it. He doesn't even remember how all of it came up in the first place but the topic was left hanging in the air leaving some heated tension.
With you being Souls girlfriend and not Jongseobs he knew it was his responsibility to get the ball rolling if he ever wanted to turn that fantasy real. But no matter how tempting it sounded he never actually brought himself to ask about it.
The simmering thought never left his brain though especially when Jongseob shot him those nasty looks across the room when you were seated in between them on the sofa. The images entrenched themselves deeper into his mind. You sprawled out on your stomach with Jongseob fucking your face and Soul pounding into your ass. Both of them making you feel so good, so overwhelmed, so full that no coherent sentence leaves your mouth.
Your sex life started very delicate. It was something sacred only shared between the two of you in the comfort of your own home without any distractions or disturbances. But the more you tried out together the more riskier did Jongseob get, the more did the thought of possible interruptions or an involuntary audience excite him.
And that’s exactly the root of all evil. The idea made his head spin for weeks now and it seeped deep into his mind. The thought of being so close to being caught excited him more than for his own good. But he couldn't help it - especially when these images are constantly being painted in his head where you suck him off in the studio completely aware of the unlocked door. Or when you're innocently sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside of you completely oblivious to the others due to your long skirt draped over both of you.
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a/n: writing ot6 stuff is so much fun istg
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"I'm back!" you announced once you step foot into your shared apartment. Completely drenched and cold from the sudden downpour outside, remembering that you totally forgot to check the weather forecast today.
"Fuck, I'm so wet. I'm literally dripping on the floor", you complained as another wave of shiver went down your spine from the cold air touching your skin. You strud your way through the living room after kicking off your shoes and promising yourself to clean it later.
On the other hand, your roomate, Keeho is completely dry and comfortable lounging on the couch with another movie playing on the TV screen.
"That's what she said", he quipped, finding humor in what happens to be the most miserable part of your day, week even.
Annoyed but somehow amused by how fast he came up with his remark, you throw your purse to his direction, successfully hitting him square on the shin, laughing when you heard him groam in pain and yell out "I'll get back to you later!", all while trying to go to your bedroom as fast as possible.
Keeho has been a great friend of yours since sophomore year of college, after he was introduced as a transferee, having quite a lot of similar interests and perspectives in life.
Being an exchange student yourself, you both shared experiences and situations that made you feel immediately at ease with him. So right after you graduated, he suggested the idea of sharing an apartment to lessen both of your financial burdens.
While it helped you in so many ways, it also brought you as much disadvantages. Friends have been saying that you and Keeho looked good together and you'd be lying if you said he haven't thought of him in that way before. Sharing classes with him back then was already too much for your poor heart, what more now that you're living under the same roof.
The attraction has always been there, but you both explicitly agreed to keep things family-friendly since day one, just so it wouldn't ruin the living situation. You've always been a little freaked out by how intensely he looks at you, and you always brushed it off. But now, you noticed him getting a lot more buff and his arms gaining a bit too much muscle for your mind to handle.
The carpet-clad floor is soft beneath your feet you stepped into your bedroom, feeling comfort in the space. You immediately stripped off your cold clothes, putting on nothing but an oversized, cozy shirt. With skin still flushed from the cold rain and hair still damp, you reach out for your hair dryer when a knocking sound cuts through its whirring sound.
"Figured you might need this," Keeho walks further inside your room to hand you a dry, warm towel straight from the dryer. You raise your eyebrows at him.
"Did you put something on it?" you teasingly ask, widening your eyes to him and displaying an exaggerated expresion he could only read as suspicion.
He scoffs loudly and puffs his chest—much to your satisfaction—eyes lingering a minute too long on him.
"I'm just being a good roommate, as usual," but then his eyes land on your form—soft, shivering, and so vulnerable from the harsh weather outside—the playful glint in his eyes immediately vanishing.
Your heart starts beating faster as he steps into your space. Keeho doesn't hand you the towel, instead, he continued closing the proximity between you. Nervous laughters leave your lips as Keeho's musky natural scent fills the air around you. Tilting your chin up, your eyes lock onto his, a sharp inhale getting caught in your throat as you scan his face for a hint of unseriousness, only to be met with none.
"You know, I've been trying to restrain myself around you, doing anything to stop these thoughts..." Keeho starts, eyes trailing down to your face—the glazy eyes looking up at him, the slope of your nose, the soft curve of your lips—then he continues, "...but I don't think I'll be able to control them tonight."
Your mind reels with questions, making you feel overwhelmed with everything and instantly making you lose your focus on what you're supposed to do. The hair dryer is no longer in your grasp as Keeho puts it down on your dresser along with the towel he was supposed to give you, effectively closing the space between you even more.
The space around you suddenly feels a bit too stuffy, Keeho's scent filling your senses. The warmth radiating off his body suddenly becoming too hot even when he's barely grazing yours. His gaze suddenly making you feel shy and small. Restrain himself from what? Thoughts about what?
The man in front of you doesn't let you drown in your thoughts for too long, careful hands raising to touch your face gently. You feel a bit of trembling and you wonder if it's from the effort of holding back or merely from the nervousness in doing the action. This became your answer. He's attracted to me too.
Heaven knows how long you've spent every night trying to convince yourself that you're just touch deprived, and that Keeho being attractive—even more attractive—in your eyes is a result of not having enough encounters with men in a non-platonic way. But now you're here, the man you pushed down your feelings for in so long making a move, and you couldn't be more elated.
Weakness spread through your body the moment his thumb grazes your bottom lip. Keeho's dark orbs locks onto yours once again, seemingly asking for permission. You nod stiffly, still not believing the whole situation. Keeho senses your rigid reaction, eyes softening, and doesn't hesitate to communicate with you.
"Hey, we can always stop if you want to." His soothing voice snaps you out of your little bubble, hands coming down to stroke yours softly, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
"No- I mean, I'm just a bit nervous because I didn't thought this day would actually come."
Upon hearing your words, Keeho is the one raising his eyebrows now. "Actually come? So you've been thinking about it? Thinking about me?" He smirks, finding your reaction amusing.
You try to play it cool. You hope he doesn't notice the way your chest heaves up and down, you hope he doesn't notice that your hands are literally shaking in anticipation—a telltale that will surely let him know that you want this as much as he does, maybe even more, because surely he'll tease you about it later.
"As if I don't see you literally gawking at me everyday. It was honestly kinda creepy—"
The rest of the sentence is stolen from your lips as Keeho's mouth crashes with yours. The sudden warmth of his lips contrasts the chilly air of the room, sending a jolt of heat straight to your tummy.
His hands find their way to your hair, brushing away the strands covering your face. Total silence takes over. The sound of the rain outside vanishes, replaced entirely by the thudding of your heart and the demanding, heavy slide of his mouth against yours.
You moan softly at the feeling of his tongue nudging yours, feeling lightheaded just from a bit of kissing. Pulling away to take a breath, you peer at him through your heavy eyelids.
For Keeho, the sight in front of him was something he wouldn't even dare trade for anything else. Your lips were red and swollen, cheeks in the prettiest shade of pink, and your eyes looking so glassy and desperate for more.
Even without saying anything, he can read you like an open book from all the times of staying together. He knows that you want more, both of you knows that you want to take it further. And so you do.
You grab Keeho's collar and smashes your lips against him again, this time filled with even more passion and longing—asserting dominance with the sudden boost of confidence that came to you. He lets you take control, enjoying the taste of your lips and memorizing the way it feels on his.
Your lips part just enough for him to catch the warm hitch of your breath when he slides his warm hand on the bare skin of your waist. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, feeling sensitive and hot because of the foreugn touch.
"You sure you want this, baby?" Keeho's eyes find yours and search for any signs of discomfort and hesitance. You simply beam at him and nod your head—the action giving him the go signal to continue his ministrations.
He pushes you down to your bed and roams his hands all over your pliant body. You close your eyes, senses heightening at the feeling of his warm hands touching you everywhere all at once. A mewl makes its way out of your mouth the moment he grabs your breasts and squeezes then pinching your hard nipples between his fingers.
"You feel so soft, so perfect in my hands." Keeho buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales, his hair tickling your jawline as his mouth leaves a trail of burning, open-lipped kissing along your pulse point. Your fingers lock tightly onto his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching in your fist as a low groan rumbles against your collarbone, his entire body weight settling over yours like a heavy blanket.
His hands continue to trail down and eventually stops at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and making you rid of it. The next thing you hear is a loud swear from him, followed by a groan as you feel his hips unvoluntarily buck up against your bare thigh at the sight.
Your soft, smooth skin, all bare for him to see and admire. The perfect shape of your waist, the dip of your hips, and your plush thighs—closed in an attempt to hide your glistening folds to him. Keeho spreads your legs open, sight immediately focusing on your dripping cunt, pulsing and begging for him.
He takes his hand, his long warm fingers gently parting your folds to expose the most sensitive part of you, stopping just a moment to admire the view gracing his eyes.
A sharp, breathless sound breaks from your throat, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room as his thumb draws a slow, teasing circle on your clit. Yout hips involuntarily stutter upward, seeking more friction from his hands, but Keeho doesn't give in just yet. He chuckles against your bare collarbone, the sensation making you shiver.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with a dangerous mix of lust and awe. "So eager for your roommate. Where'd all that banter go, hm?"
Tilting your head back into the mattress at the overwhelming feelings crashing down on you—the subtle pleasure, his breath fanning your skin, the words that came out of his mouth—making you even more needy for the man on top of you.
You simply whine out as a response, mind far too foggy to utter a proper sentence. Upon hearing your lack of words, he slaps his hand down your pussy, a squelching sound resonating in the thick air. A loud cry escapes your mouth at the action, thighs immediately closing only to be forced open by both of his hands.
"You gotta use your words, baby. We don't want you getting punished, right?" Keeho's words quickly emit an answer from you, your mouth instantly spewing out half-coherent sentences that your brain is currently only capable of.
"Yes, yes— 'm sorry. Need you so bad, please—" you feel tears pricking your eyes, feel your body shake from anticipation and need, yet you can't do anything but lay useless while Keeho does absolutely nothing to ease you. He smirks at your state, feeling pride that he finally got you where he wanted—under him, all pliant and ready to take anything he's willing to give.
He inserts two fingers in your cunt to cut off your rambling, slowly pushing them in and letting you adjust to the stretch. He uses his other hand to cradle your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek gently as he mutters out encouraging words to you while establishing a slow, agonizing rhythm with his fingers.
"That's it, baby. I can feel you suck my fingers in, so tight for me." he says as he pumps his finger in faster, picking up the pace when he sees your face contorting in pleasure. You hips buck up to meet his hand, and for some time, he lets you. Waves of pleasure fill your veins and you feel hot all over—so sensitive between your legs that you know you're not gonna last for long.
Keeho lets you chase your high, fingers still keeping its quick pace as he relishes your reactions to his touch. Not until he notices your body twitching and your chest heaving a bit more quickly than earlier, taking out his fingers and settling it flat on your stomach.
You whine and beg him to continue, hovering right on the very edge of sweet release. Keeho leans down, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers, "Tell me you don't care about the rules anymore," he demands softly, "Tell me you want me to take everything."
"F-fuck the rules," you cry out, completely breaking under his gaze as you fist your hands into his hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. "I want you, Keeho. Please, I want you."
The admission is barely off your tongue before his control completely snaps.
Keeho doesn't waste another second. He withdraws his fingers from your body only to shift his weight, his hands locking onto your hips with a bruising grip that pins you firmly to the mattress. In one swift, heavy thrust, he drives his length entirely inside you, burying himself to the hilt.
The sudden fullness forces a loud, shattered scream from your lips, your eyes widening in pure ecstasy as he fills you completely. The friction is immediate and white-hot. He doesn't give you time to adjust, locking his ankles with yours and launching into a frantic, demanding pace that turns the entire room into a blur of heat and sound.
Every thrust is deep, relentless, and filled with the built-up longing of the past twelve months. The headboard of your bed thuds rhythmically against the wall, completely drowning out the storm outside. You can only cling to his broad shoulders, your weak knees shaking as he drives you higher and higher, his chest heaving against yours, skin sliding against skin in a heavy, desperate rhythm.
"You're mine," Keeho growls, his filter completely gone as he buries his face in your neck, biting softly at your pulse point to anchor himself as his pace turns chaotic, fast, and unyielding. "You've always been mine."
The overwhelming pleasure peaks rapidly, radiating outward until your entire body goes taut. With a final, deep thrust from Keeho, your walls clamp down tight around him, and you completely unravel, a loud, breathless cry tearing from your throat as a shattering climax washes over you in violent waves. The sheer friction of your release pulls Keeho right over the edge with you—his head drops back, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest as he spills himself deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he holds you as close as physically possible.
The frantic beating of your hearts slowly replaces the silence of the bedroom, your heavy breathing gradually slowing down as the intense haze begins to clear.
Keeho doesn't move away. He stays settled heavily between your thighs, shifting just enough to rest his forearms on either side of your head so he doesn't crush you. His hair is completely messy, his chest still heaving, but the intense, lustful gaze from earlier has softened into something incredibly tender.
Slowly, he leans down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally your swollen lips.
"Well," he murmurs, a breathless, familiar smirk slowly returning to his face as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "Rent negotiations are going to be a lot more interesting starting tomorrow."
You let out a weak, tired laugh, your arms looping loosely around his neck to pull him down against your chest. "Shut up and hold me."
"As you wish, roommate," he whispers, wrapping his large arms securely around your waist and pulling the cozy blanket over both of your tangled bodies, finally letting the quiet safety of the room take over.
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