𓏵 having a boyfriend who was in the year above you and popular was not for the weak, especially when he has a whole fanbase that berates you over simply dating him *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ the request for this fic disappeared from my asks 😭 but anyway thank you anon for requesting ♡
dating someone who’s popular is one thing, but dating the anton lee? that was a whole other thing. if you asked the whole school about him, 97% of them would say they wanted him. to be fair, he is the perfect man – tall, smart, a swimmer, and insanely good looking. it wasn’t a surprise that everyone had an underlying crush on him. and even though he was yours, you couldn’t help but feel a little ticked off whenever someone got a little too close to him.
it was hard getting the students to accept your relationship with anton. first of all, most of them were envious of you, and secondly, you were in the grade below him. everyday, students from anton’s year would come up to you and argue about how ‘they deserved the title as his girlfriend more’, or how ‘you’re too immature to date him.’ it drove you insane. if he had a competition, people would make signs and posters, calling him their boyfriend, and that’s why you didn’t like going to them.
“i’m so nervous, baby.” anton pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. his hands carded through your hair, humming softly as he held you tight. “come to the competition, please?”
“i don’t wanna see all those posters, anton…” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his body. “please, y/n. i wanna see you there or else i’ll come dead last.” he held your face, positioning it so you’d look at his pleading face. “please? just for today. plus, the guys’ll be there, they’ll hide them from you.”
as much as you disliked going to his competitions due to all the posters, knowing it’d put you in a bad mood later, you had to go. for anton, at least. “fine,” you gave in, leaning your weight on anton.
his smile reached his eyes, when you agreed, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “thanks, angel.” he quickly ushered you out of the guys changing room, hearing more people bustle in. “i’ll see you out there.” he pressed his lips to your cheek, letting it linger a little longer this time.
it had been barely ten minutes until you started noticing all the banners, but thankfully you also noticed anton’s friends who were calling you over to sit with them. the competition was gonna be a long one.
more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
the crowd was relatively quiet, but the moment anton stepped out? it’s like he was offering everyone a million dollars. girls screamed his name, standing up and jumping around in the bleachers as he walked out, giving you a small wave.
“they really love your boyfriend, huh?” shotaro chuckled, still astonished by the volume of the mob despite experiencing this multiple times before.
eunseok clicked his tongue at the sight of so many losing it over anton. “don’t they know he’s taken?” his head cocked to the side, eyes squinting. “gosh, they’re insane. look at those posters.” he pointed at a select few, reading them out. “...’lee anton, you’re mine’ oh, yeah no.”
“i can’t believe even the older students do it.” sohee furrowed his brows, as annoyed as you. “it’s so childish.”
shotaro saw how your smile slowly turned the other way around, quickly deciding to say something. “it’s okay, y/n. anton only has eyes for you.” he pat your shoulder, nodding his head.
the swimmers had hardly touched the water and the rally got louder, piercing through your eardrum. and that was just the start. as the tournament went on, the yells for anton just kept on increasing. girls’ squeaking voices rang in your ear, shrills loud enough to break the glass windows.
once anton had ultimately won most of his events, bringing home three golds and two silver medals, his fangirls snapped pictures of him, some even took pictures with him, posing like he was a celebrity.
you made your way down the stairs, ready to congratulate your boyfriend, when another student, one in his year, stopped you in your way, blocking you from anton.
“excuse me, i was here first.” she said in a stern voice, keeping her arm out, defending you as if she was a security guard for anton. “get in line.”
“i’m his girlfriend,” you said, keeping your voice calm, though on the inside you were burning with anger. you attempted to push through her shield of an arm, but she used all of her strength, shoving you back to where you were.
she rolled her eyes at your perseverance. “i don’t care if you’re his girlfriend. you don’t deserve to be, anyway. he should be with someone more mature, someone in his year, like me.”
unbeknownst to her, anton had been listening the whole time behind her.
“could you not block my girlfriend’s way?” he said, clearly annoyed. “i’m dating her and not you for a reason. i don’t care if you’re the same age as me, y/n’s the one for me.”
her face turned bright red, full of embarrassment. “s-sorry…” she managed to mutter before scurrying away.
anton eyed her as she ran away, glaring at her through the corner of his eyes. “hey, baby.” his medals clanked against one another as he walked toward you. “thanks for coming,” this time, he kissed you on the lips, holding your waist with a strong grip. “my lucky charm.” you could feel him smile as he kissed you, smugly showing you off in front of everyone who wishes they were in your position.
“ugh, tonie…” you whined as you pulled away from his face. “your hair’s literally dripping.” you exhaled, grossed out by how your hands were soaked in pool water now.
he drew you back into his arms, giggling as he shook his hair, flinging drops of water on you. “whatever.” he laughed at the way you complained about him drenching your uniform yet still hugged him back.
it was safe to say that you were the only one for him.
notes ⋮ requested! i hope this was as good as you envisioned anon (ó﹏ò｡) AH and i think i got carried away LMFAO sigghh tell me if this is okay PLEASE.ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ily anon!!
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you hum along to the song blasting from your earbuds and tap your finger to the beat, looking out the window and enjoying the city view.
you were moving to the big city, forcing a new chapter in your life hoping it will do you some good. and although you were at constant war with your own brain because of this decision, it was too late to turn back now.
you had already found a place to stay, with a roommate.
living on your own would be much too expensive, you browsed and browsed looking for a hidden gem, but nothing. up until you found an actual affordable apartment, with the perfect location on top of that!
you didn’t think to care about the space of the actual apartment, what mattered is that it was a place where all your favorite spots were in close distance, and it was nearby your potential future job, there was just one extra add-on.
you didn’t necessarily want a roommate, the process seemed too complicated, people are too.. weird.. it’s easier to struggle alone, not having anyone around to accommodate, but this opportunity was too good to pass up, especially considering the split was in your favor, it being much lower than one might expect.
so you took the deal, messaging the person to set things up with dread in your heart.
and what made the feeling even worse was that this roommate was a guy.
of course.
but.. he seemed nice, you two chatted over the phone, of course planning the move, and met when you visited the place.
as expected it was small, actually smaller than you envisioned—2 bedroom 1 bath, but you're sure it’ll all be fine. sungchan, the roommate, seemed okay, too much enthusiasm for your liking but it’ll do.
though the meet ups were.. awkward. obviously your fault, but you can’t help it, the timid feeling just always creeps up on you when hanging with other people.
you hated it, but it’s not like you can control it. since being a kid you were always the stereotypical ‘shy’ one, never able to hold eye contact and quick to end conversation. it was frustrating, and even made you feel pitiful, but maybe with this move something could change for the better.
you met with sungchan a few times to move all your stuff in, him being kind to move the majority of it for you and trying his best to create conversation, but it always failed. god you couldn’t even look into his eyes when he was looking, always fidgeting with your hands to keep you calm.
thankfully he never seemed too annoyed about it, never pushing you too much and knowing when to stop, if only you could verbalize your gratitude.
anyways, it was finally time for you to kiss your hometown goodbye for the last time as you sit on this subway with your last suitcase snuggled in your lap, clutching it for comfort as you continue to tap your finger along with the song.
you knock on his door and he practically opens it immediately, your grip on your suitcase becoming tighter already. “hey y/n! you were making me nervous for a second, it’s pretty late” sungchan smiled, holding the door wide open for you.
“uh yeah.. sorry..” you nervously chuckled as an attempt to be ‘normal’.
“do you need any help?”
“no no i’m fine, thanks..” you quickly replied as you swiftly headed to your room. before you got the chance to shut the door fully, sungchan said, his voice similar to a shout, “are you sure?”
you can’t even utter words this time, only just giving a thumbs up with a meek smile then almost slamming the door shut.
the very next morning you got up bright and early hoping you had a chance of avoiding your new roommate, but luck was never on your side.
as soon as the sun hit, you got ready to grab some groceries, not only as a ‘thanks’ but also because the man had nothing appetizing in the fridge.. but when you quietly opened your door there he was standing outside of his in a fitted tank top and baggy sweatpants.
you awkwardly froze seeing him, his room being right next to yours was quite unfortunate. “oh hey y/n! what are you doing this early?”
you clear your throat, forcing your eyes to hit the ground, “nothing really..” you mumbled, swiftly walking away to the living room to grab the extra key.
“sorry to bother you, morning gym guy you know, starting the day off right” sungchan sweetly clarifies, him already in your vicinity again.
a heat wave embarrassingly starts to raise, burning your face the closer he gets. all you could do is hum in response and shove the key in your purse, jiggling the front door knob open with pace.
he walks out right up behind you, locking it up with ease so he could remain close, “you need a ride?”
“that’s okay, thank you” your voice so quiet you’re shocked he even heard you. “are you sure?” “y-yeah yeah um have fun..!” you at least try to speak with confidence before picking up the pace, waving him off without even turning to look his way.
“you sure you got it?” your uber driver asked as you had all the bags tautly lined up on each arm. you wanted to be honest, the extremely heavy plastic bags basically cutting off your circulation, but your head was already shaking no.
“i’m fine thanks..” you huff. the driver didn’t hesitate, accepting your answer and immediately driving off. you were out for an hour and a half, maybe doing some over shopping, not thinking you’d actually have to take these bags all by yourself.
you weakly walked to the apartment entrance, thanking god his unit was on the ground floor, practically dragging yourself through the hallway.
you let the bags hit the floor, sliding down against the wall to rest once you reached his door. you sit there for a moment, catching your breath and messaging the red lines appearing on your forearms.
you didn’t know how long you were relaxing for, but it was obviously for too long as you turned to see sungchan coming around the corner, him on his phone with headphones on, key swinging in hand—sweat drenching his entire shirt.
you quickly tried to get up before he could notice, but the speed made you half trip over the groceries, stepping on what sounded like a cardboard box, it making a crunch sound, “shit..”
sungchan looks up and immediately picks up his pace, moving the headphones down to his neck, “are you locked out?”
“no no, just..” you breathed out as you were trying to pick up all the bags again.
“let me see,” he says, grabbing most of the bags without your permission. “you could’ve told me you were shopping, i would’ve helped”
you didn’t respond, the timid embarrassing feeling making you mute. he unlocks the door and pushes it open with his back, him standing there waiting for you to enter first. when you realize, you quickly rush past him, “sorry..”
you both lay the bags on the kitchen counter, sungchan immediately pulling things out and putting them in their proper places.
did i mention this place was small?
there was no way to walk around him. in this extremely narrow kitchen there he stood tall between the counter and the fridge, blocking your chance of leaving without asking.
to avoid your nerves from taking over, you just copy him, making the process quicker.
“what happened” he chuckled, holding a crushed box of cereal. the box busted at the bottom, half of the product in the plastic bag.
“i um.. i don’t know” you almost whisper, feeling his burning stare on the side of your face.
he doesn’t push, leaving the box in the bag and throwing it away, finishing with stocking the kitchen. he finally leaves and heads to his bedroom.
when his door clicks you let out a sigh, feeling lightheaded from practically holding your breath, he looked so good all sweaty.. you push your thoughts away, quickly uploading your last bag before sprinting to your room.
but of course, before you fully emerged, sungchan walks back out again, making eye contact with you.
you immediately divert your gaze to the floor, watching his black shoes squeak on the hardwood, “gonna use the bathroom real quick, okay?”
you just nod and smile, shutting the door and finally relaxing your shoulders.
you didn’t chat with him for the rest of the day, hearing his movements all around the place as you rotted in your bed, doom searching through your laptop, thinking about him..
unexpectedly you hear a light knock on your door, making you notice it was getting late, almost 10PM.
you scurried off the bed and opened the door with a crack. “you okay?”
“yeah..” you nod, then allowing your head to immediately drop, noticing his change of clothes. he wore dark flared denim and slightly chunky leather shoes. you could guess it cost him a lot for those pair.
“well i’m gonna bring a friend over, is that fine with you?” you frantically nod, giving him a ‘mhmm’ as a response. the both of you continue to stand, you awkwardly waiting for him to leave or do something, but he just continues to stand there.
you know he’s staring, but your brain won’t allow you to look up. you were unable to picture his expression, hoping he wasn’t annoyed..
finally you see his body move. “see ya.. text me if you need anything” sungchan murmured as he leisurely walked away. you close the door quickly, finally able to breathe.
gosh.. when he said he was going to bring a friend over you didn’t think he’d be gone for this long. you’ve been avoiding leaving the room, afraid that he’d come with his ‘friend’ while you’re out, but it’s already been over an hour and you haven’t even showered yet.
you took a chance and sneaked to the kitchen to grab fuel first, your stomach practically eating itself, but once you got there you were taken aback.
a fresh new box of cereal sitting pretty on the counter, the same brand you tragically killed that morning. the flustered feeling only lasted a second before the front door knob started to jiggle. of course.
you took the box and darted to your room, making it just in time. sungchan’s footsteps were heavy and irregular, sounding as if he’s continuously stumbling and stopping, his friend doing the same, but their footsteps have more of a ‘click’ noise.
as they get closer to around your door you hear it, kissing, oh god..
you quickly turn to switch your lamp off, hoping he’d think you’re already asleep.
they open his door and you can assume they’re in his room, but it doesn’t matter, you hear everything.
the thin wall between the bedrooms doesn't muffle a single sound. and to make matters worse his bed is right up against yours, the frames might as well be touching.
you move underneath your covers, covering your face with the blanket hoping it’ll help, but it doesn’t.
god! what roommate does this??? they might as well be moaning and groaning in your ear.
but.. your brain can’t help but to focus on sungchan.. his groans are low, and he sounds rough—the woman making no effort to be quiet.
a pang feeling forms in your stomach, your thighs involuntarily pushing together.
the bed creaks as he speaks dirty, his voice so low you can’t hear everything he’s saying with the girl's whines overpowering. oh to be her..
you swear your mind is playing tricks as you start to fantasize, desperately needing to be in her position.
you couldn’t resist anymore, your hand reaching down and pressing against your embarrassingly soaked panties. you close your eyes, sighing at the pressure, almost immediately giving in and pushing past them, letting your fingers run through your folds.
you circle your clit—the louder they get the faster you go, imagining you were the one beneath him, feeling his hands all over your body.
you let out a soft yet guttural moan before quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. then something weird happens.
immediately after you slip up, the girl's sounds get muffled—either sungchan’s hand covers her mouth or her face is against a pillow—which makes his noises much more prevalent.
you don’t think much of it, too busy trying to get off as his voice becomes more raspy, his moans becoming more desperate. the sound of his rough thrusts almost taking you there, your mind becoming careless as you let muffled moans escape.
but they stop.
the girl letting out one final cry while sungchan hits one last thrust, the bed screeching at their body weight as they fall.
so you stop immediately. your stomach drops and the harsh feeling of guilt and embarrassment overpowers as you listen to the sound of their pants—ultimately turning you off.
how embarrassing.. you think as you immediately jump off the bed. he won’t take a shower right now, right? you take the risk anyways and sneak out your room, sprinting to the bathroom and locking it shut.
you sigh, disappointed at yourself, wanting to scrub your fingers till they were squeaky clean.
the very next day after a long restless night sleep, you finally got up, a pretty late start for your day but when does it matter.
you peak through your door to assume nobody is around, complete silence filling the space.
you head to the kitchen, putting the cereal you didn’t even get the chance to eat last time on the counter, opening it.
at the sound of the cardboard opening, a figure moves on the couch and you freeze. the girl.
she had swiftly gotten off the phone and sat up straight, only relaxing when she saw the sound was coming from you.
“oh hey!!” the blonde barbie says while getting up, then she walks towards you, “you must be the new ‘shy’ roommate he keeps talking about”
you stay silent for a minute before forcing yourself to greet, “yeah um.. that’s me”
“wow you really are awkward,” she giggles sweetly, “i won’t bother you anymore, i was just about to leave” she says as she walks behind you to open the fridge, grabbing a drink then heading to the front door.
“you’re very pretty by the way!” she beams before yanking the door open.
“t-thanks, you too!” your voice shakes but the sincerity is there. the girl smiles and giggles softly before closing the door shut, leaving the apartment.
when she leaves your face frowns, the guilt brutally coming back.. but you try your hardest to let it go, that won’t ever happen again, right…?
wrong.
you didn’t even get to see sungchan that day. you went out to do your duties and came back just to hoard yourself away in your room again, hearing his movements through the place once he finally got back.
you showered ahead of time to avoid complications, spending the rest of your time just rotting.
when it became night, he knocked on the door, but the embarrassment of the memory wouldn’t allow you to open it this time.
“y-yes?” you speak through the door, standing right behind it. “you alright?”
“yeah..” you can see his shadow through the gap from the bottom of the door, he doesn’t move.
“thanks..” you utter, wondering why he was still here. “for?”
“the um.. the cereal.. t-thank you” you tried to speak as loud as you could, but the results were quiet, pathetic.
“anytime, night” he says before finally moving to his room. every time you spoke with him it was like swallowing needles.. how embarrassing.
you let out a frustrated sigh and rub your face with both hands, then jumped into bed, swiftly turning the lamp off.
you lay on your side, tucking your hand underneath the pillow and pushing your knees closer to your chest, forcing your eyes shut. but you can’t fall asleep, your mind kept getting easily distracted.
sungchan’s movements are hard to ignore, especially when he’s been on your mind all day..
you hear the rustle of the sheets and his exhausted breaths, the frame hitting the wall every time he switches positions.
his breathing seemed so loud, as if you’re both in the same bed, your brain imagining what it’s like to feel his body heat next to you.
you were never a strong soldier, temptation always consuming you, a slave to your desires—so you let your hand slide down and slip underneath your panties, immediately stroking your hot core lazily.
you were so desperate—trusting into your own hand needing to release this, tiny pathetic whimpers slipping out. “fuck..” you curse to yourself, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow, but you were too concentrated to be 100% aware of how loud you might've been.
but it didn’t matter, unfortunate minutes went by and still nothing. so you stop, letting out a defeated sigh, embarrassment making your face heat up as you get up, needing to desperately scrub the slick off your hand.
the following morning, sungchan didn’t go to the gym, leaving him to spend the day rotting on the couch. you just had to go grab something to eat, your stomach cramping from hunger, so you sucked it up and swiftly went to the kitchen, trying to go unnoticed.
but he noticed, even with the loud tv muting your steps.
he was too enthralled with his movie to look back at you, but he still spoke—his elbow resting on the arm of the couch while his hand held his face, “how is your morning”
“okay” you took a minute to reply, pouring you a bowl and swiftly moving towards your room. but his voice stops you again.
“sorry if i was loud the other night” he finally looks away from the screen, leaning his head back on the back cushion, forcing eye contact with a sly look.
you quickly divert your gaze, your face getting hot, “um i-i went to bed right after you left..” you practically squeaked.
he just hums, then smirks, then lifts his head, finally looking back at the tv.
you stood there for only a moment, feet glued to the hardwood before rushing back to your room, ignoring sungchan for the rest of the day.
the past couple of weeks have been a repetitive cycle—a constant effort to avoid sungchan, him bringing the girl over twice a week to fuck, going into work every morning after somehow getting through the final interview, and every night feeding into your guilty pleasure..
hearing what he does, how he sleeps, how he fucks.. how are you to resist when the knot in your stomach gets tighter as the days go by, your core aching every time you feel his presence.
but there was no point in weakly giving in, because you could never ‘get there’.. always feeling embarrassed for even trying.
and with that, the guilt got worse every day. it ate at you, making it more debilitating to even acknowledge sungchan’s existence whenever he’d ask simple questions.
and today, the turmoil was really bothering you.
you get off of a tiring day of work at 3PM, feeling a bit overwhelmed this time by it. and seeing sungchan of course didn’t help at all.
you try to walk to your room fast but he says something, he always does, “you okay?”
tears start to fill your eyes, but you don’t allow them to fall. you just nod and keep walking, maybe closing your door harder than you’d like.
when the door clicked, the tears finally fell, all the insecure emotions taking over you, the regret and homesickness feeling the worst they’ve ever felt.
you try your hardest to suck it up after hearing a soft knock, but the water won’t stop flowing.
“what’s wrong y/n..? is it work?” he spoke softly through the door, sounding a bit hesitant. you try to play it off, but you’re a terrible liar, “i-i’m okay! it’s fine..”
you stand, back pressed against the door, breathing yourself calm for at least ten minutes, now desperately needing to unwind in the shower.
you get the usual, clothes etc before opening the door and almost walking out before you stumble over your own feet, genuinely shocked to see sungchan still there, the closeness causing him to tower over you.
when opening the door your head shot up, looking directly into his eyes with your teary ones. you both stare at each for a moment, you even more shocked to realize you’ve been holding eye contact, but you soon jump back into reality, the intimation getting you.
you tense up, looking down hoping he’d just move, but he doesn’t, instead speaking cautiously, “are you okay..?”
you nod, now getting the urge to shut the door.
“well i am here for you y/n.. even though we still don’t know each other haha..” he chuckles awkwardly, the corny attempt at comfort causing you to breathe out a laugh of your own.
“i really like having you around y/n.” the statement makes you feel nervous, but weirdly not in a bad way. you look up just for a second and nod, putting your head back down and forcing yourself to respond, “thanks.. same with you. or- uh i-i feel the same.. about.. you being around..”
your face gets hot, even hotter when he chuckles again, “well it is my apartment, but i’ll leave you alone”
sungchan opens his door and walks away. you can only make your way to the bathroom when his door is completely closed, you almost running to the next door over.
later that day you did the same as always, bed rotting till midnight struck. you’ve been hiding in your room all day but was there any point? you hadn’t heard sungchan’s movements at all, confused whether or not he was still here or left during your midday shower.
but you were too scared to check, so you rolled into bed and switched off your lamp.
but you’re alert. unable to sleep. watching the hours go by.
you tossed and turned, trying every sleep position, but nothing worked. the complete silence making you uneasy.
you eventually even put your ear to the wall, trying to listen inside his room, but it sounded so unusual, so silent.
you listened hard before something startled you out of your focus, the scare making your heart pound.
and even though you were extremely uneasy, you still felt a bit comforted to hear a knock on the door. you walk to it apprehensively, holding the knob for what felt like forever before finally opening it.
there he was, standing tall in a regular off white tee and dark colored sweatpants. his hair looked a bit damp, you wondering where he went to take a shower if not here.
before speaking he just stares with an odd unreadable look, causing you to of course let your head fall.
“did i wake you?” you shake your head no and wait. and wait. and wait. he doesn’t say anything else but his feet still stand, not moving a single inch.
you slowly raise your head, confused and timid, wondering why he’s even here.
you grip onto the door knob for comfort, your eyes going everywhere as his dark glare continues to steadily fixate on you.
“so why are you still up?” sungchan finally noted, taking a step closer, a wicked grin slowly growing.
“uh n-no reason..” you try to take a step back but with every step taken he just gets closer, unable to get distance.
his aroma was faint but noticeable, mixed with a girly body wash and alcohol.
“why aren’t you doing it tonight?” he raises a brow, looking a bit humored at your expression. your face feels like it’s going to melt off, your eyes dropping to the floor feeling the need to cry from the embarrassment. “i- uh.. i don’t..”
“do you think i’m fucking stupid?” he cuts into your desperate attempt to respond, chuckling right at you, “don’t pretend like you didn’t know.. so fucking whiny through that thin wall.. fucking yourself at the thought of me.”
tears flow down your face, god why is this happening.. you practically tremble where you stand.
sungchan puts a hand on your chin, forcing it up so you can see his dark lustful gaze. the height difference was almost scary, his broad body the only thing in your vision. your tearful eyes continued to drop.
“god you’re so pretty when you cry..” he breathes out, his eyes going from your tear stained cheeks to your quivering lips.
he forces a kiss on you, his tongue immediately pressing past your barrier making you taste the faint alcohol as he slides his hand to your tiny neck, adding pressure, his thumb dragging up and down. his other hand grips onto your waist, pulling you flush against him, you stumbling over your feet at the force.
you grip onto his shirt for support, a moan slipping out of you, quiet and desperate as he practically eats your face—sungchan takes his time at it, forcing his tongue deeper after every slow kiss, always letting it linger.
“say it right now and i’ll give you what you need,” he whispers against your lips while resting his forehead on your, “tell me you want it.”
you somehow cling onto his shirt even harder, tugging it lightly with your eyes closed. “say it.” he repeats, sounding more demanding than before. you try to force it out, but your nerves are everywhere.
“i.. i- shit..” you put your head down, squeezing your thighs together hard.
he moves both his hands to your shoulders, shoving you down into your bed and quickly crawls on top of you, your hands landing on the sides of your head, “it’s fucking pathetic you can’t even speak for yourself, you know that?”
“ ‘m sorry..” your voice almost inaudible, your thighs clenching even harder, more tears escaping without your command.
“do i have to force words out of you from now on?” sungchan growls, his lips darting for your neck.
whimpers flow out of your mouth, your brain fuzzy, unsure if this is actually happening. he sounded so nice.. his breathing and noises that land on your ear really could make you cum on the spot.. something that you’ve been trying to achieve for the longest.
a hand moves underneath your shirt to grip your bare boob, palming it, it fitting so perfectly in his hand. “god this is the most desperate you’ve ever sounded..” he muffles into your neck while squeezing your nipple, your soft whine becoming more louder.
the hand slowly slides down your body, him teasing with the waistband of your pants. “say it y/n.”
you huff, your voice trembling as you try to concentrate, “i need..”
you sigh as his hand fully slips underneath your pants, his fingers hovering over your slit, “i’m waiting.”
“i-i need you.. pl-please..”
his fingers press onto your clit over your drenched panties causing you give a high pitched moan. he circles through the wet fabric with perfect rhythm, his other hand tangling into your hair, gripping it.
he lifts and hovers his face right above yours, watching your contorting face with pleasure, “my poor baby needed this huh..”
you nod maybe a bit too eager, biting your lip as you try to muffle your sobs. your hips start to move against him, your temptations making you do the brave act.
“so fucking needy.. fuck..” he huffs into your face, his pace getting faster. the puddle somehow grows even more, your chest heaving at the contact.
“you wanted me to come and fuck you huh, fuck you like the attention seeking slut you are..” he slips his hand past your panties and immediately pumps two fingers into your core with no hesitation. you couldn’t resist anymore, letting all the cries and moans slip out as you sink into the bed, your body lightly shaking at the pleasure.
with every hit his pace increases and he gets deeper, curling his fingers perfectly. you cry out his name while arching your back, your head tilted back pressing against the mattress.
your hands dart to grip his shoulders hard as a rippling feeling shot through your spine. soft whines and squelching noises filled the room as you tensed up, your walls tightening around his fingers, his pace never slowing as he finger fucks you through it.
sungchan breathed out words in your face with a smug look as the overstimulation was getting to you, your whines getting even louder and your body tightening up, your legs quivering as he just kept going, enjoying his view.
“i can’t believe you actually thought i’d never hear you weeping every night.. getting turned on every time i fucked my girl.. rushing to the bathroom after failing to get yourself off.. can you do anything for yourself?..”
sungchan finally stops, showing you mercy when he finally takes his fingers out, you gasping at the loss, “you don’t have to worry about doing things by yourself anymore y/n..”
he pushes you farther into the middle of the bed than grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head for you and tossing it next to you. he quickly does the same, throwing his shirt on the floor.
he darts to your breast, taking one in his mouth while kneading the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, your pussy already aching again.
he alternates continuously, adding sucking and occasionally nips, practically toying with your tits. as if the overstimulation wasn’t already enough, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, the constant feeling of sensation making you tear up more.
sungchan rises from your chest and lets both his hands travel down your pants and panties that are still laid soaked against you, the wet fabric hugging your skin. he shoves the clothes down your legs and disregards them as well, leaving you completely bare.
you almost immediately cover your face with your arms, nervous of what he’ll say and how you look.
he stares at your body for long seconds before moving both hands to the sides of your waist, squeezing it then massaging it up and down.
he then lowers again as his hands slithered up to your arms, pushing them away then pinning them above your head, “why are you crying?”
he doesn’t even give you the chance to answer—not like you were going to anyways—kissing you soft, letting you breathe between each one.
he starts to grind against you, his sweat still on though you can feel how hard he was, finally noticing that he couldn’t be wearing boxers, his length making your breathing slightly erratic.
“you know when i fuck her i think about you..” he breathes out as he interlocks his hands with yours, your thighs trying to clench together again while he continues to hump slowly.
finally, he lets one hand drag down to his pants, quickly springing out his cock in a swift motion to let it kiss your clit, dragging himself to mix his pre cum with your wetness.
your breathing pitches, soft moans slipping through as you try to stifle them, you humming at the contact.
he teases your entrance, pushing the tip in and out, the movement very deliberate, “i’ve been thinking about this all day..” he voice low, sinister.
unexpectedly, he pulls away then completely flips you on your stomach, forcing your hips high then presses your face deep into the mattress, cheek against the blanket, a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck. he lines himself swiftly then without hesitation slams into your sopping pussy.
you grip the blanket as hard as you could, the stretch making you see dots, your sob getting muffled because of the position. you immediately clench around him as he keeps thrusting hard, not super fast but not gentle.
his other hand digs into your hip as he guides and controls you, fucking you deeper and deeper, the angle unforgiving. you weep and moan, more and more tears breaking through, tiny puddles forming by your face.
“you’re so small.. so tight.. f-fuck..” he murmured, his speed picking up. he slides his hand from your neck to your hair, grabbing a hand full and yanking it, forcing your head up.
you wince and sob more from the pain, your stomach getting tighter. the sound of sungchan’s heavy pants and the wet slaps bouncing off the walls making you want to release.
you cry out curses, your brain trying to form a coherent sentence, “sun-.. sh-shit.. ’m gonna..”
he gives you one last hard thrust before stopping, gripping your ass before pulling out completely, turning you over back on your back.
“fuck you’re so pretty..” he pants as he pulls your weak legs up over his shoulders, a hand wiping your tears, caressing your face.
you can’t stop whimpering, even without the feel of him inside you.
he grabs your shirt and quickly balls it up, shoving it in your mouth. he lines back up, the sensitivity causing you to tremble bad. a hand holds onto your ankle while the other finds support on your neck, his large hand wrapping around and squeezes it just perfectly all before sliding into you again.
his rhythm stayed consistent, hitting deep and hard while progressing the pace. you let out all your cries, not holding back since the shirt muffles your voice—the shirt getting a wet spot from the saliva.
sungchan stares hard onto your teared stained face, more escaping through your wet lashes, a light red color spread across your face. he groans, his voice shaky, “feel good..?”
you quickly nod, not caring anymore how eager it may looked.
“let me feel you baby.. do it..” that’s all it takes for your body to grip onto him, eyes rolling shut, you going stiff as your legs twitch against him. this second orgasm was so much more intense than the first, your moans getting caught in your throat while your vision was going white, dizziness and exhaustion taking over.
but he keeps pounding his hips against you, getting close to his own high.
he groans loudly and curses when he feels your grip, his rhythm finally becoming unsteady, “fuck y/n.. y/n.. such a fucking slut on my cock.. fuck you’re so pretty like this..”
sungchan finally gives you one last slam before holding, letting a whimper out as he fills you with a warm wave of cum. the grip on your neck gets tighter as he concentrates, making your vision even whiter.
after he comes down he lets go, moving his hands to rub down both your legs before moving them down. he takes out the shirt from your mouth for you and tiredly gets on top of you and lays on you, his head finding comfort in the curve of your neck, his arms caging your head—he never pulled out, cum overflowing around his cock.
your both are a breathing mess, your body limp, the sensitivity and exhaustion making you not care about his body weight crushing you.
he starts to stroke your cheek gently, kissing your neck while speaking, “i can help you with anything you know..” his voice horse, slurred, almost like he’s about to fall asleep, “stop being so shy.. i can take care of you..”
i appreciate you for your time and i love all the support ive been getting on my stuff thank you ILY ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) have a great day/nightᝰ.ᐟ
anton who’s always a soft and smiley guy with a long patience but a sudden switch happened because he got jealous. maybe he gets jealous with another member or someone 🙉
it was a thursday night in seoul, the kind where the air still carried the leftover chill from march even though april had rolled in. you sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, the steam from the ramyeon cup warming your face as you slurped noodles straight from the container. the tv played some random variety show in the background, but your phone was the real distraction.
you: im eating ramyeon
the reply came after a minute.
anton: thats good
simple, like always. you typed again.
you: wyd?
anton: im studying
you stared at the screen for a second, the blue light reflecting off your eyes. third-year political science at snu wasn't a joke. anton spent most of his days buried in books or in the library, prepping for discussions on international relations or whatever dense theory they threw at them that week. he was soft-spoken when he talked to you, gentle even, always answering your texts even if it was just a short line. but you knew better than to ask him to drop everything and come over every time. he always found his way back eventually, though, slipping into your routine like he belonged there.
you didn't push tonight. instead, you finished the ramyeon, tossed the cup, and scrolled through messages. sungchan's text popped up from earlier. his apartment party tonight. nothing huge, just a bunch of his friends from different majors blowing off steam mid-semester. sungchan had become your friend through anton somehow, the three of you hanging out enough times that invitations extended to you even when anton was swamped.
you didn't tell anton. he was studying, and you didn't want to pull him away or make it seem like you expected him to babysit your social life. you threw on jeans and a simple top, grabbed your jacket, and headed out. the subway ride to sungchan's place near campus was quick, the car half-empty at this hour.
sungchan's apartment was already buzzing when you arrived. music thumped low from a speaker in the living room, not too loud but enough to feel the bass. about twenty people scattered around—some on the couch arguing over a game, others in the kitchen mixing drinks from whatever bottles were on the counter. sungchan spotted you right away, waving you in with that easy grin of his.
"hey, you made it. grab a drink, yeah? everyone's chill tonight."
his friends were the usual mix: loud but friendly, the kind who pulled you into conversations without making it awkward. you danced a bit in the cleared space near the speaker, nothing crazy, just moving to the rhythm while holding a plastic cup of soju mixed with something sweet. a couple shots went down easy, warming your chest. the room felt alive in that typical college way—laughs cutting through the music, someone yelling about a recent exam fail.
you were in the middle of the small dance area, half-laughing at a story one of the girls was telling, when a hand landed on your waist from behind. not aggressive at first, but definitely trying to pull you closer. you shifted, trying to turn and see who it was, but the crowd pressed in a little and the guy didn't let go right away.
"hey, come on—" you started, voice steady but annoyed.
"that's enough."
the voice cut through clear, low and even. you knew it immediately. anton. he wasn't shouting, wasn't making a scene, but the tone left no room for argument. his face was blank when you finally turned— no smile, no soft look he usually saved for you. just a tight jaw and eyes hidden behind those thin-framed glasses he wore when he read late.
he reached out, fingers wrapping around your wrist, not rough but firm enough to guide. you let him tug you through the room toward the short hallway that led to the bathroom. people glanced but didn't say much; sungchan's parties had their moments, and everyone knew anton was the quiet type anyway. the restroom door clicked shut behind you, the music muffling to a distant hum.
the small space felt even smaller with both of you in it. a single bulb overhead cast warm light on the tiled walls. you pulled your arm back gently, heart picking up for reasons that weren't just the drinks.
"anton, wait— it's not what it looked like. that guy just came up, i was about to—"
he didn't interrupt with words at first. instead, he adjusted his glasses with one hand, pushing them up the bridge of his nose like he did when he was trying to collect his thoughts after a long study session. his other hand stayed near your arm, not holding anymore but close. the blank expression cracked just a bit— not anger exactly, but something tighter, frustrated in that quiet way he carried everything.
"i know," he said finally, voice soft but edged. "saw it from the door. still didn't like it."
you opened your mouth to explain more, but he stepped closer. the air between you shifted, heavy with the faint scent of his usual detergent mixed with the night outside. his jaw flexed once, visible even under the light stubble he sometimes forgot to shave during crunch weeks. then his hand came up, cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing near your cheekbone.
no big declaration. just the way he looked at you for a beat, like the studying and the distance and the random guy had worn through the usual gentleness for a second. he leaned in slow, giving you time, but when his lips met yours it wasn't tentative.
the kiss started firm, his mouth warm and insistent in a way that didn't match the soft-spoken guy who texted back short replies. you tasted the faint mint from whatever gum he chewed to stay awake during all-nighters. his free hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him as he backed you gently toward the sink counter. glasses fogged a little from the closeness.
you kissed back, hands sliding up to his shoulders, feeling the tension there from hours hunched over political theory texts. it deepened quick— tongues brushing, a quiet sound escaping him when you nipped at his bottom lip. his jaw moved under your fingers as he angled his head, kissing harder, like he needed to remind both of you why he came crawling back every time. one hand left your face to grip the edge of the counter beside you, steadying himself. the other stayed at your waist, thumb pressing in just enough.
"fuck..." he muttered against your mouth, pulling back half an inch to adjust his glasses again. they were crooked now, lenses slightly smudged. he looked at you, breath a little uneven, the blank mask gone and replaced with that familiar softness mixed with something hotter. his lips were flushed, hair a bit messier from your fingers.
you caught your own breath, the party noise still faint outside the door. "you were supposed to be studying."
"i was." his voice stayed low, almost a whisper. "got your last text. then sungchan mentioned you were here. couldn't focus after that."
he didn't apologize for showing up or for the tug to the bathroom. just leaned in again, slower this time, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth before trailing to your jaw. it wasn't rushed or dramatic—just real, the kind of moment that happened when two people orbiting each other in busy college lives finally collided. his hand slid up your back under your top, palm warm against skin, while you tugged lightly at the collar of his hoodie.
outside, someone laughed loud in the living room, a glass clinked. inside, it stayed just the two of you for a little longer, the makeout easing from that initial edge into something steadier, his gentleness creeping back in between the heavier kisses. anton wasn't the type for big scenes. he was the guy who studied late, answered texts simply, and showed up quiet when it mattered.
anton didn’t waste time. his hand was still around your wrist when he turned you around to face the sink, your hips pressing against the cool edge of the counter. the mirror in front of you fogged slightly from the warmth of the small room and your quick breaths. he stepped right behind you, chest to your back, and kept kissing you—mouth hot on the side of your neck, then moving to your jaw, then lower to the collarbone where your top had slipped a little.
his lips were firm, a little urgent, the kind of kisses that came from hours of holding back while buried in textbooks. you felt his breath against your skin, warm and uneven.
“anton… wait,” you said quietly, voice catching as his hand slid under your top. “not here. they’re right outside.”
he didn’t stop. when his mind locked onto something, he could be stubborn like that—quietly, without raising his voice or making it dramatic. he just hummed low against your neck, the sound vibrating through you.
“i know,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “but i saw that guy’s hand on you. didn’t like it.” his voice stayed soft, almost gentle even now, but there was an edge underneath. “just need a minute with you.”
you tried to turn your head to look at him, but he kept you facing the mirror, one hand on your waist holding you steady while the other worked the button of your jeans. the denim slid down your hips with a realistic tug—his fingers a little clumsy from the angle and the heat of the moment, but determined. cool air hit your skin as the fabric pooled around your thighs.
“anton—”
“shh,” he whispered, not mean, just focused. his hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding you already warm and slick from the drinks and the sudden closeness. he rubbed slow circles at first, gentle pressure that made your knees feel unsteady. “you’re so wet already.”
a small sound escaped you and you gripped the edge of the sink. he kept going, fingers playing, teasing the spot that made your breath hitch. then he slid one finger in, slow and careful, curling it just right. you arched slightly, back pressing into his chest. the movement made you lean more over the sink, and anton followed, leaning down with you so his body stayed flush against yours.
“fuck… you feel good,” he said under his breath, voice low and a little rougher than usual. he added a second finger, pumping steadily, the wet sound quiet but unmistakable in the small bathroom. his thumb kept rubbing outside, building it up. “been thinking about you all night instead of my readings.”
you breathed out a shaky laugh, trying to keep quiet. “you were supposed to be studying… not showing up here and doing this.”
“couldn’t focus after sungchan said you were coming,” he admitted, lips back on your neck, sucking lightly. “kept picturing you here, dancing, someone else trying to touch you.” his fingers moved faster, curling deeper. “this is mine tonight.”
your legs trembled a little and you felt the pressure building quick— the alcohol loosening everything, his steady touch doing the rest. you came with a quiet gasp, hips jerking against his hand, one palm slapping lightly on the mirror for balance. anton didn’t pull away right away. he kept his fingers inside you through it, slowing but not stopping until the waves eased.
when he finally slid them out, he brought them up to your mouth. “open,” he said softly. you did, tasting yourself on his fingers as he pushed them past your lips. his eyes met yours in the foggy mirror. “good girl. always so good for me.”
he kissed your temple, gentle now, while you caught your breath. you were sweaty, hair sticking a little to your forehead, cheeks flushed. anton’s free hand moved between you, unbuckling his belt with a metallic clink that sounded loud in the quiet space. he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, his cock hard and warm against your ass.
“sorry,” he whispered, voice back to that soft-spoken tone, almost apologetic even while he lined himself up. “i know it’s not the best place… but i need you right now.”
you nodded, still breathing hard. “just… be quick. someone might knock.”
he pressed in slowly, careful at first, a low groan escaping him as he sank deeper. “shit… you’re tight.” his hand gripped your hip, steadying both of you. once he was fully in, he paused, forehead resting against the back of your shoulder. “you know you can call me anytime, right? huh?”
you let out a small breathy sound as he started moving, slow thrusts at first. “yeah… i know.”
“good. because i’ll come crawling back to you every time,” he said, voice low against your ear, punctuating the words with a deeper push. “doesn’t matter how many readings i have. doesn’t matter if it’s late. i’ll be here.”
the rhythm built gradually—realistic, not perfect, the angle a little awkward over the sink but it worked. his hips snapped forward steadily, one hand sliding up your back under your top while the other stayed on your hip. the sound of skin meeting skin was muffled by your bodies pressed close.
“feels good?” he asked quietly, breath warm on your neck. “tell me.”
“yeah… fuck, anton, right there,” you answered, voice hushed. you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. “don’t stop.”
he didn’t. he kept going, pace picking up just enough, glasses slipping down his nose again. he adjusted them quickly with one hand without breaking rhythm. “you’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured. “all flushed and taking me in sungchan’s bathroom.” a small, almost shy laugh escaped him at how ridiculous it sounded, but he didn’t slow down. “never thought i’d be doing this tonight instead of highlighting articles on foreign policy.”
you smiled despite the heat, gripping the sink tighter. “you’re such a nerd… even when you’re inside me.”
“your nerd,” he corrected softly, kissing the side of your jaw again. he reached around with his free hand, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “come on, baby. one more time. i want to feel you again.”
the second orgasm hit you harder, legs shaking as you clenched around him. anton groaned low, burying his face in your neck to muffle it. a few more thrusts and he followed, hips stuttering as he came inside you, breathing heavy against your skin.
he stayed there for a moment, both of you catching your breath, his arms loosely around you. the party noise filtered back in—someone laughing in the distance, music still playing. he pulled out carefully, grabbing some tissue from the counter to clean you up first, then himself. his movements were gentle again, the stubborn heat fading back into that quiet care.
“you okay?” he asked, voice soft as he helped pull your jeans back up, buttoning them for you. his glasses were still a little crooked, hair messy, cheeks pink.
you turned around to face him properly now, fixing his glasses for him with your fingers. “yeah. a little sweaty. you?”
“better,” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “sorry if i got carried away. just… didn’t like seeing someone else touch you.”
“i know. it was nothing,” you told him, smoothing his hoodie. “but next time text me before you show up like a jealous boyfriend.”
he gave a small smile, the soft one that made his eyes crinkle a bit. “not boyfriend yet. but i can be. if you want.”
the words hung there, simple and real, no big confession under dramatic lighting. just anton, 21, third-year poli sci, buried in books most days, standing in a bathroom at his friend’s party with you after fucking you over the sink because he couldn’t stay away.
he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “want to stay longer or head out? i can walk you back. or we can go somewhere quieter if you’re not done with me yet.”
you hadn’t ended the night. the party was still going, and so were the two of you.
obsessive anton! who flips off each guy that’s been staring at you for a little too long. he makes sure you’re not looking or aware—not wanting you to be upset with him for being a bit childish. it’s not childish to him. it’s serious. no man should be looking at you the way he does. that’s only for him. just for him. no one else.
obsessive anton! who grabs ahold of your waist when in the water, “helping” you swim because it’s needed. but he knows it’s not. you don’t need help. you’ve been just fine because of his teaching weeks before. instead his large hands slide down your waist, squeezing your ass and muttering a quick ‘sorry’ but he had to grab ahold of you because you were entering the deep end.
obsessive anton! who rubs his cock against his hand because of the bikini you decided to wear. the way it hugged your perfect body, allowing him to imagine what you looked like with it off. your skin wet from the water, no makeup, and perfect. you were perfect and he needed you. so badly. he whimpered in the quietest way possible–not wanting anyone to hear. but you? maybe he was okay with that. you needed to know just how hard you made him. this was all your fault.
obsessive anton! who forcefully presses his lips against your own. don’t fight it. he won’t allow it. his large hand grabs the back of your neck, keeping you from pulling away from him. this is for all the stares you had been getting most of the day. you were taken and they would know that. you’re his. only his. he’s so in love with you and the way you taste. he becomes intoxicated by it. you were his drug.
obsessive anton! who makes you both hide and wait until the pool is empty. it’s closed. everyone has gone home but you’re stuck in this dark pool room with him and only him. he’s able to do whatever he wants to you and no one can stop him. he thinks about where he can fuck you. in the pool. on the pool floor. against the pool wall. on the chairs. against the front doors. fuck. he can’t handle any of it. he needs you so badly.
obsessive anton! who makes you pose for him so he can take picture after picture of you. “that’s my girl.” he says as he pulls you into his lap, ‘accidentally’ rubbing your pussy against his hardened cock. “smile for me.” and he almost cums. your smile is the prettiest and he loves how your teeth look. everything about you is so perfect and he needs it. he needs to be in you.
.ᐟwarnings/tags: just smut, sleepy sloppy messy sex, unprotected sex, soft dom!sohee, sohee and reader are so down bad for eachother, dirty talk, praising, dry humping, cumming in clothes, oral (f rec), fingering, p in v, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, whimpery sohee, creampie
𓏸⠀ 𓈒 you were so sleepy, but still so horny—you couldn’t keep your hands off of your sweet boyfriend!
.ᐟwc: 3.6k
You had no energy left in your body. After a full day of being dragged around Beijing by Wonbin and Sungchan, shopping for hours, eating street food, walking literal miles in the heat, you could barely keep your eyes open. Your feet were sore, your legs ached, and your brain was fogged over from the chaos of the day. Somehow, it was 3AM by the time the four of you made it back to the hotel. The suite was quiet now, the lights dimmed to a warm, low glow that painted golden reflections on the wide hotel windows. The Beijing skyline stretched beyond the glass, endless, glittering, surreal in its stillness. The AC hummed quietly, a soft breeze drifting through the space as you finally collapsed into the bed, your limbs aching with relief.
You’d thrown on one of Sohee’s shirts, it hung loose on your shoulders, brushing the tops of your thighs, and pulled on the tiniest pair of sleep shorts you had. The fabric was barely there, soft and worn in, and your skin still felt warm and sensitive from the long, sticky day. Now, curled up on the cool hotel sheets, you scrolled aimlessly through your phone. Your eyes were heavy, mind too tired to focus on anything. A few minutes passed before you heard the soft click of the bathroom door. Sohee stepped out, towel slung around his neck, rubbing it lazily through his hair. His white tee clung slightly to his damp skin, collar stretched just enough to show a peek of his collarbone and the curve of his chest underneath. His checkered pajama pants hung dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking above the fabric, and when he raised his arms to dry the back of his hair, his shirt lifted just enough for his abs to catch the light.
You looked up from your phone, gaze trailing slowly across his frame. He didn’t notice, too busy yawning and tossing the towel onto the back of a chair. Then he turned toward the bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked over. Without a word, he climbed in next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight, his warmth immediately soaking into the space between your bodies. You turned your phone off and looked over at him. Sohee was already settling in, arm behind his head, the other draped over his stomach, lids heavy as he looked up at the ceiling. He let out a soft groan. “I’m never letting Wonbin plan anything again.” You snorted. “You say that every time.” He didn’t answer, just smiled, slow and lazy, eyes flicking over to you.
You shift closer to him, cheek resting against his bare arm for a moment as your hand drifts beneath his shirt. Your fingers brush over the ridges of his stomach, warm, smooth skin stretched over soft muscle. He tenses just a little, inhaling through his nose, but doesn’t stop you. Your fingertips trace lightly down the line of his abs, then up again, slow and aimless. “You look so good right now.” you murmur, voice barely audible in the quiet. Sohee turns his head toward you, eyes half-lidded, lips curving into a lazy, boyish smile. “Yeah?” You nod, and before you can say anything else, he leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, tasting of mint and sleep, lips brushing yours like he’s savoring you. You hum into his mouth, hand still resting under his shirt, feeling the way his stomach tightens every time your fingers move. The kiss deepens. Slowly at first, like neither of you meant for it to go further, but it does. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you there as he kisses you harder, more open, more hungry.
You gasp into him when he pulls you suddenly, until you’re straddling his lap, legs on either side of his hips, the soft pressure of his bulge pressing up right between your thighs. His hands are everywhere now, warm palms sliding under your shirt, roaming your back, your sides, until they cup your tits, squeezing softly, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the thin fabric. His mouth doesn’t leave yours, kissing you like he’s starved, teeth catching your bottom lip, breathing heavier with every second. “You’re so soft,” he mutters against your mouth, hands sliding up your bare waist, thumbs drawing lazy circles into your skin. “So warm…” You grind down just a little, teasing, and his head falls back with a soft groan. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re gonna kill me.” You smile into his neck, kissing under his jaw, hands tugging gently at the hem of his shirt. He lets you pull it up, arms raised, and the second it’s off, his mouth is on you again, hungrier now, messier, lips dragging down your throat as his hands slide under your shirt again, pushing it up until your chest is bare.
His thumbs brush over your nipples again and you whimper, hips rocking against his automatically, the fabric of your shorts soaked against the hard line of his cock through his pants. Your body’s moving on instinct now—grinding down on him harder, wetter, needier, your tiny shorts doing nothing to muffle the heat or friction between you. Your hands find him again. One slides behind his neck, fingers threading through his hair, tugging just a little. The other presses gently to the front of his throat, not tight, just there, feeling the pulse beating fast under your palm. Your lips brush against his ear, breath shaky as you whisper, “Please, Sohee…want you so so bad right now.” His whole body twitches beneath you, like your voice alone punched the air out of him. You grind down harder, your clit catching perfectly against the outline of his cock through his pants, and he moans, sharp and breathy, hips bucking up into you.
“Fuck…just like that, baby,” he gasps, his voice breaking, hands gripping your waist tight. “Don’t stop—don’t stop.” You’re not sure you could even if you wanted to. You’re soaked through your shorts, the pressure between your thighs building fast, your body chasing it like it needs to finish now or it’ll tear itself apart. Sohee’s eyes are on you, half-lidded, lips parted, letting out these soft little whimpers every time your hips roll just right. His hands slip under your shirt again, squeezing your tits, dragging his fingers over your nipples like he’s trying to make it even worse—make it more. You can’t take it anymore. The drag of your soaked sleep shorts is almost too much, too thick, too dull.
Your hand slides down between you, and Sohee watches with his mouth parted, eyes dark and glassy as you hook two fingers into your waistband and tug your shorts to the side—just enough to expose the soft cotton of your panties beneath. They’re drenched. You settle back down onto him, the heat of your pussy pressed directly to the thick bulge in his pants now, only one thin layer between you. The second your hips roll forward again, Sohee chokes on a moan. “Fuck—fuck, baby,” he gasps, hands flying to your ass, squeezing hard as he guides you. “Just like that—just like that.” You nod into his neck, lips parting against his skin as your hips rock in slow, needy circles. His hands are so big on you, gripping and pulling you down, moving you back and forth against him.
And then he’s kissing your neck, sloppy, hungry, open-mouthed kisses that turn into sucking. Hard. His lips latch onto the skin just below your jaw and you whimper, clutching at his shoulders as your body bucks into his. “You’re so hot.” he whispers into your neck, voice hoarse, breath hot. “You feel how wet you are, baby? Fuck—can’t even think.” You’re soaking through your panties, the pressure building fast and hard and messy. Every grind sends a jolt through your core, your clit catching perfectly on the seam of his pants. Sohee bites down gently, just enough to leave a mark, then kisses it, his grip tightening on your ass like he can’t get you close enough.“You gonna cum like this?” he whispers, dazed. “Grinding that soaked little pussy on my cock, hm?” Your moan gets caught in your throat, and your thighs tremble around his hips. “S-Sohee—‘m gonna—”
He groans, low and desperate, guiding your hips faster, grinding you down harder. “You close?” he breathes, voice raw. “Cum for me, baby. Come on, I got you.” And you do, your orgasm hits fast, soaking through the fabric, body seizing up as you cry out his name, trembling in his lap while he holds you down, cock pulsing through his pants from how fucking wrecked he is under you. You feel him come seconds later, hips jerking up into you with a strained groan, cock pulsing through his boxers as he holds you tight against him, panting into your shoulder. Both of you stay there—trembling, sticky, breathless, clinging to each other in the quiet after. But even as your thighs twitch and your chest heaves, the need in you doesn’t fade.
You barely have time to catch your breath before Sohee grabs your waist and flips you onto your back. Your head hits the pillow, hair fanned out around you, chest heaving. His body is over yours in seconds, pressing you into the mattress, eyes locked on yours like he’s starving. He kisses you hard, all tongue and heat and teeth. One hand braces beside your head while the other slips between your legs, cupping your soaked pussy through your bunched-up shorts. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your lips, rubbing slow, firm pressure right over your clit. “My needy girl.” You whimper, hips twitching up into his hand. His fingers squeeze gently over the fabric, dragging slow, teasing circles that make your thighs shake again. Then he starts kissing lower. Down your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones. Lower, tugging your shirt up just to mouth at your tits briefly, sucking a soft mark into the curve of one. You gasp, back arching. And then he’s lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, and he peels them down at once.
You feel the air hit your soaked folds, your legs falling open without thinking. “Fuck,” he breathes, voice thick. “Look at you…” He kisses your thighs first, soft and gentle, nothing like the way he was touching you a minute ago. He trails his lips up the inside of one, then switches to the other, his hands stroking slowly up and down your legs as if to calm you, or maybe himself. And then you feel it, his fingers sliding between your folds, slick and slow, running through the mess you’ve made. You moan the second he touches your clit, hips jerking. But he doesn’t stop, just keeps dragging two fingers through your slick, spreading it. Then his fingers push inside—deep, slow, curling just right. You cry out, hand shooting down to grab his wrist, not to stop him but to hold onto something. “S-Sohee—”. He looks up at you from between your legs with that dazed, desperate look, he’s obsessed with how you sound, how you taste, how you twitch when he curls his fingers again. And then he leans down.
His mouth replaces his hand, tongue sliding through your folds, slow and heavy, then circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back. You gasp, fingers flying to his hair, hips lifting toward his mouth. He groans into you, deep, needy, like you’re the one feeding him now. “Taste so fucking good…” he mumbles against you, tongue fucking into you like he’s addicted. “Wanna make you cum again.” And from the way your thighs are already shaking around his head—you know it won’t take long. His tongue keeps working you over, lapping at your clit in slow, tight circles while his fingers thrust in and out of you, steady, deep, curling just right. You can’t stop moaning. Your hips buck under him, thighs tightening around his head, but he just groans low in his throat and pushes them wider—holding you open like he needs to ruin you.
His fingers plunge deeper, slick sounds filling the room as he fucks them in and out of your soaked pussy, and you cry out when he finds that spot that makes your whole body seize. “Right there—” you gasp, eyes fluttering, hands flying to his hair again. You tug hard this time, fingers curling tight into his damp strands, and he moans against you, soft and wrecked, the sound vibrating against your clit in the most sinful way. “That’s it,” he breathes, not even lifting his head. “Fuck—keep pulling like that.” He pushes his fingers deeper, faster, thumb now rubbing circles just under his tongue. You’re unraveling. Eyes glossy, jaw slack, legs trembling uncontrollably. “You’re so close,” he whispers. “I can feel it, baby—cum on my fingers. Come on. Let go for me.” You try to hold it, just for a second, but his fingers curl up and hit it again, and that’s it.
You break. “Sohee—!” You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching hard around his fingers, your whole body tensing under his mouth. He doesn’t stop—licks you through it, fingers still moving, helping you ride it out as you sob and twitch, completely wrecked. Your grip on his hair loosens slowly, your chest rising and falling in fast, shallow breaths as you fall back into the sheets. Sohee finally pulls back, mouth shiny, lips parted as he looks up at you, absolutely wrecked himself.He crawls back up your body like he’s possessed. His fingers are still wet when they trail up your skin, his hand wraps around your throat and he kisses you. It’s hungry, filthy, his tongue in your mouth, his teeth grazing your lips. Your hands slide down his bare waist, and your hips lift, grinding up against the thick, aching bulge pressing against your soaked core. “Please,” you whisper between kisses, breathless, desperate. “Please Sohee…want you in me. Please, please—need it so bad.”
He groans into your mouth, hand tightening just slightly on your throat as his forehead presses against yours. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, baby,” he whispers, voice shaking. “You’re already dripping, you want more?” You nod frantically, grinding up again, feeling the hot drag of his cock through his damp pajama pants, so hard and leaking from how long he’s been holding back. Sohee pulls away to shove his pants and boxers down—just enough to free himself, big and flushed, already twitching. His jaw is tight, chest rising and falling, as he looks down at you spread open under him, sleepy and tired but still wanting more.“So pretty,” he murmurs, running the head of his cock through your folds. “Fucking soaking for me.”
And then he slides in, slow and deep, inch by inch. Your cunt welcomes him so easily, your walls fluttering around him as he sinks into you fully, bottoming out with a low, broken groan. “Oh my god,” you whimper, “Sohee…”, your legs wrapping around his waist, hands flying to his back. “Shit, baby,” he gasps, forehead falling to your shoulder. “You feel too good—fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that.” He holds still for a second, just breathing, buried so deep inside you while your body stretches around him perfectly. Then he starts to move. Slowly, hips rolling deep and steady, his cock dragging along every soaked inch of your walls. His hand is still at your throat, just holding you there, grounding you, claiming you. His mouth is on yours, open, breathless, tongues sliding, both of you moaning into each other.
You tug on his hair with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder like it’s the only thing keeping you from floating off. “Fuck,” you pant, barely able to breathe. “I’m the luckiest girl alive…” He groans into your mouth at that, and his hips start to pick up, thrusts getting faster, harder, the bed creaking softly beneath you. You can’t stop moaning. His name. The filth spilling from your lips. The way he fills you so completely, stretching you open perfectly, his cock slamming deeper and deeper every time he pulls you down onto him. “Sohee—fuck, oh my god—” He suddenly pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, and you scream, back arching off the mattress. “You wanted this so bad, huh?” he pants, thrusting harder now. “You’re taking me so good, baby…” After a few more punishing thrusts, he sits up, kneeling between your legs, shirtless, sweat-slicked and flushed, his hair a messy halo around his face.
He grabs the backs of your thighs and yanks you down toward him, making you gasp as he slams back in, deeper than before. “Fucking hell.” he groans, eyes dropping to where you’re joined. A creamy white ring around his cock. The wet mess of you coating him completely. He’s completely lost in it, and so are you. The sight of him—shirtless, flushed pink, lips swollen, his abs flexing every time he thrusts into you, his large hands gripping your thighs like he owns you, it makes you feral. You reach down blindly, dragging your hand across his slick stomach, fingers trembling, then scratching lightly across his abs, needing something to hold, to mark, to tear into. “Oh my fucking god, Sohee,” you cry out, staring up at him, eyes wide and wrecked. “You’re so fucking hot.” That does it.
He snaps his hips harder, slamming into you, his jaw tight, his moans getting higher, more broken. His hand drops to your clit and he starts rubbing fast circles. “Cum for me again,” he pleads, voice trembling. “I wanna feel you—fuck, I need to feel you cum on me.” You can’t even respond. Your orgasm crashes down out of nowhere, your body arching, legs shaking as you cry out his name, scratching harder at his abs, barely able to breathe through it. “That’s it, baby—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight—” he moans, voice wrecked. And then he loses it, slamming in deep one last time before he spills inside you with a strangled groan, shaking, burying his face into your neck as he rides it out, hips twitching from the overstimulation.
Sohee lays back against the pillows, sleepy, dazed, arms wrapped around your waist like he’s trying to anchor himself. His cock is still buried inside you, twitching slightly, he’s softening—spent. But your need isn’t done. You cup his face with both hands, fingers brushing his cheeks as you kiss him hard, deep and greedy. You moan into his mouth, pressing your body to his, feeling every inch of skin, every tremble under your hands. Then, before he can even register what’s happening, you sit up, shift your hips, and straddle him fully, his cock slipping out of you for just a second before you reach down, line him up again, and sink down on him in one slow, desperate push. “F-fuck—ahh, baby—wait—” he gasps, hands flying to your thighs as his eyes fly open. He’s still overstimulated, and your heat is so wet, so tight, clenching around him immediately. But you just shake your head, whimpering as your hips start to rock.
“Can’t help it…” you whine, “Want your dick again and again—can’t stop, Sohee…” voice shaky, needy. “Shit, shit—you’re so fucking tight, baby,” he groans, head falling back, his stomach flexing under your touch. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind—”You ride him slow, too sensitive to go fast, but the drag is perfect. Your pussy squeezes around him with every drop of your hips, your legs trembling from how full you feel, how raw your body is after everything. His cock twitches inside you constantly, and every time you sink back down he whimpers, high and shaky. “You feel so good,” you whine, nails dragging down his chest. “So deep… Sohee—fuck, want you so bad.” He watches you, eyes wide and blown out, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise, trying to ground himself.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispers, hips stuttering up into you without meaning to. “Can’t take much more—but fuck, don’t stop.” You don’t. You keep riding him, messier now, body rocking up and down, chasing one more high, even as your clit aches, even as your pussy clenches too tight from how sensitive you are and his cum leaks from you. Your moans get higher, more broken, tears welling in your eyes. “I’m gonna cum,” you sob, nails scratching down his abs, your body shaking. “Gonna—fuck—gonna cum on your dick again—” Sohee sits up halfway, one arm wrapping around your waist, his other hand slipping down to rub your clit in desperate circles. “Do it, baby,” he begs, panting against your mouth. “Cum on my cock again. Wanna feel you lose it for me—”
You shatter. With a long, broken moan, your orgasm rips through you, body locking up as you clamp down around him, shaking in his lap. He follows almost immediately after, hips jerking up into you as he comes inside you again with a deep, raw moan of your name, his voice cracking, arms holding you tight, his whole body twitching with it. And then you collapse forward against his chest, both of you done. Sticky, sore, trembling. He kisses your temple, arms wrapped around you, breathing shallow and shaky. “No more,” he whispers with a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re gonna fucking destroy me.” You smile against his skin, half-asleep already. “I’ll let you sleep now,” you mumble.“Might have to tie you down,” he groans. You hum, already drifting. “Maybe next time.”
genre. fluff. suggestive. waking up early with bf riize! ✿
note ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ second post! this is so fun. hope you enjoy!
♬⋆.˚ ANTON. his soft plump lips find the back of your neck, long arms pulling you by the waist into his chest. “toni.. no.” but he didn’t want to wake you up, that was not the plan. the plan? watch you sleep since he just couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how much he tried. it didn’t work. “you’re so beautiful in the morning.” and everytime he said this, you thought he lied. who looks so beautiful in the morning? you do. that’s a fact. a soft sigh left you and he chuckled. of course you were going to be annoyed but anton loved mornings like this. soft whispers, not so innocent touches, and both of you in such a comfortable position before the chaos started. finally—you turned to face him. he smiled and your heart skipped a beat. that sweet boyish smile that you fell in love with. anton was such a ‘first love’ type of person. “good morning handsome. why are you up so early?” your finger reached to poke his nose and he shrugged. “couldn’t fall back to sleep.” and you nodded with a small smile on your face. “well then! how about.. a morning shower together?” anton’s face immediately lit up but his ears were burning. what a little cutie. ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ SHOTARO. you were the first to wake. it was very light snores that woke you but why complain? not when the view was something you loved so much. shotaro’s thick lips slightly parted, one arm behind his head and shirtless. he was the sweetest but most handsome boy. “taro?” your voice was soft and you shyly watched him stir in his sleep. “t-taro..” this time, he woke up. his eyes looked at yours—worried of course. “baby? what’s the matter? are you feeling okay?” classic taro. you were the most important thing to him. you nod your head and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, now laying on top of him. “just wanted you. your arm was behind your head.. not hugging me.” although it was just teasing, he took it seriously but with a soft smile. “aww. my poor girl. I’m sorry baby. should I hold you.. like this?” and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. at this point—you couldn’t move and that was okay. you were right where you wanted and needed to be. his lips pressed a gentle kiss to your neck before nipping the skin leaving you gasping. “stop it taro..”
♬⋆.˚ EUNSEOK. his arm was around your waist in such a protective way—always so protective no matter the time. he was the first to wake and he watched you for the longest time before eventually leaving the bed to start breakfast. he knew how much you hated when he left the bed but it was important. you needed food. as soon as he was done, breakfast in bed was served and he woke you with kisses at first. if that didn’t wake you then it would be tickles! “seok!!” you cried but he kept tickling you until you finally woke and sat up. “I know how much you love when I cook so breakfast in bed it is for my pretty girl.” he sat next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist to sit you on his lap which was.. not the best idea. taking a few bites of the food, eunseok let his chin rest on your shoulder. watching you in awe. “my pretty girl.” “my good girl.” “love you so much.” you smiled and turned to look at him but his lips quickly met your own. “why don’t I show you.. how much I love you, hm? are you done eating?” yes. you’re done. ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ SOHEE. both of his arms were wrapped around your waist and his head laid on your chest. he adored sleeping on your chest, it was his most favorite thing. if you didn’t let him? he’d whine. not in a annoying way but in a “I’m so cute just let me?” way. the sunshine made it’s way into the room.. why? because someone forgot to close the curtains. sohee. you groaned and planned to move to your side until you seen the cute position sohee was in. your hands reached for his messy bed head, playing with his soft but dry locks. “sohee. wake up baby.” and immediately he answered. “no! so warm n comfy..” he never wanted to leave the bed. you were his comfort. his love. his heart. world. “sohee you have a schedule.” but he didn’t listen. his head lifted and he shook it once again, this time looking at you. “wan kiss.” you leaned forward to kiss him but once kiss was never enough for him. ever.
♬⋆.˚ SUNGCHAN. his hands gripped your waist and brought you closer to him. mornings with him were very intimate. almost intense. he was able to be himself with you alone. which was all he ever wanted. if he could? he’d make everyone disappear but you and him. his lips kissed your bare shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent he was in love with. “smell so good princess.” and you woke. he smiled still pressing kisses to your skin. “good morning angel. how’d you sleep?” and it took you a bit to answer—waking up and turning to face him. “mm.. slept good. how’d my handsome boy sleep?” but he didn’t answer. his lips found yours in a heated kiss. it was always like this with him. his hand found the back of your neck, keeping you close to him and his lips. when he pulled away his eyes remained closed for a few more seconds before slowly opening halfway to look at you. “can’t ever resist my girl.” ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ WONBIN. kitty boy. you’d wake up before him and he was the sweetest thing ever. his face was precious when he slept. soft breathing, sometimes moving his head, nose scrunches. he was everything and more. he loved waking up to kisses! so? you leaned forward to press a kiss to his nose, then cheek, and then his forehead, and lips were last. he woke when he felt your lips on his own. a smile first thing in the morning made your day better and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him in a playful manner. he didn’t say a lot in the morning. maybe a quiet ‘I love you’ or ‘missed you’ but not much. a lot of kisses and hums. this morning was like any other morning. he’d fall back to sleep with you in his arms or hum a song until you fell back to sleep. “wake up binnie.” you whispered and he nodded, rolling out of bed but with you right by his side of course. kissing your lips as he got up, kissing your lips as he moved to the bathroom with you, and kissed your lips before entering the shower with you.
₪ synopsis: a hilarious encounter turns unforgettable when yn realizes the charming, but silly, guy she met online is the same guy who is now onstage singing and dancing like he was destined to do so. what starts as a teasing and laughter slowly blossoms into a friendship, and then something far more tender and undeniable.
