You’ve been casual sex buddies with Jeonghan and Joshua for years: no strings, no feelings, just regular threesomes that work too well to stop. Everyone says the two of them look alike. One night the comment sticks and they get an idea: can you still tell whose hands are on you…and whose cock is inside you, even when blindfolded?
Wc:~3.5k
Warnings: smut, threesome mmf, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, guessing game involving penetration, oral, multiple orgasms, rough sex elements, manhandling, pinning, switching partners without verbal warning, casual sex arrangement/sex buddies, unprotected sex
You’ve known Jeonghan and Joshua for years, long enough that the three of you have settled into a rhythm that feels almost domestic if you ignore the part where none of you are actually dating.
Jeonghan works at a design studio that lets him keep his hair long and his shirts half-unbuttoned; Joshua teaches private language lessons and spends too much money on coffee; you freelanced your way into a flexible schedule that makes late-night plans easy. You met through mutual friends in college, stayed in the same loose social circle after graduation and somehow never drifted apart.
The sex started two years ago. One night after drinks, the three of you ended up back at Joshua’s apartment because it was closest. What was supposed to be another round of complaining about work turned into Jeonghan kissing you first, then Joshua, then both of them looking at each other with that silent, practiced communication they’ve always had. You’d never been with two people at once before. They had. It should have been awkward the next morning. Instead, Jeonghan texted you a casual "same time next week?" and Joshua sent a photo of the hickey you’d left on his collarbone with a single emoji. No declarations, no expectations. Just an open invitation.
That’s how it stayed. Sex buddies. Not lovers. The distinction matters. You don’t sleep over unless it’s too late to drive. You don’t meet each other’s parents. You don’t cancel other dates for them and they don’t cancel for you. When one of you is seeing someone else casually, the arrangement pauses without drama. When you’re all free, it resumes. Sometimes it’s the three of you. Sometimes it’s just you and Jeonghan on a quiet Tuesday when Joshua has evening lessons. Sometimes it’s you and Joshua while Jeonghan is out of town. The rules are simple: no jealousy, no soft feelings that complicate the physical and always, always clear communication about what you want that night.
It works because all three of you are good at keeping things light. Jeonghan is the one who teases the most: long fingers trailing patterns on your skin, that lazy half-smile when he knows exactly how to make your breath hitch. Joshua is quieter, more deliberate, the one who holds eye contact a little too long and notices when your thighs start to tremble before you do. Together they move like they’ve been doing this forever, which, in a way, they have.
People have always said they look alike. Same height, similar builds, the kind of faces that make strangers do double-takes in restaurants. Jeonghan’s hair is usually longer, Joshua’s smile a little softer, but under the right lighting, or after a few drinks, even some friends mix them up.
You used to find it funny. You’d correct people at parties "No, that’s Jeonghan, the one with the mole" and watch them blink in embarrassment. The two of them leaned into it over the years. They’ve shown up to the same events in nearly identical black shirts just to watch the confusion. Once, at a friend’s birthday, they switched jackets halfway through the night and spent an hour answering to each other’s names. You laughed along with everyone else. It was a game. Harmless.
Then, three weeks ago, the comment landed differently.
You were at a late dinner with a small group. Someone (one of Joshua’s students’ parents, actually) looked between Jeonghan and Joshua and said, loud enough for the table to hear "I always thought you looked alike. Are you sure you’re not brothers?" The usual laughter followed. Jeonghan tilted his head, amused. Joshua just smiled that polite, closed-mouth smile he uses when he doesn’t want to engage. But later, when the three of you were alone in the parking lot, Jeonghan brought it up again.
"People really do mistake us" he said, leaning against his car. "Even after years."
Joshua shrugged. "We’re not identical."
"Close enough." Jeonghan glanced at you. "You’ve never mixed us up, though."
You hadn’t. Not once. You knew the difference in the way Jeonghan’s laugh came a half-second later, the way Joshua’s hands were always warmer, the particular cadence of each of their voices when they were tired. You knew the exact shape of the scar on Joshua’s left knee from a childhood fall and the faint freckles across Jeonghan’s shoulders that only showed in summer. You knew them in the dark, too: by touch, by scent, by the way each of them settled his weight when he was above you.
"Of course I haven’t" you said. "I’m not a stranger at a dinner party."
Jeonghan’s eyes lit with that particular spark he gets when an idea is forming. "But how much of that is visual? How much is just… knowing?"
Joshua looked between the two of you, already catching on. "You’re talking about the blindfold thing again."
"I’m talking about a test" Jeonghan corrected. "Next time. We blindfold her. No talking. No names. Just hands and mouths and-" He gestured vaguely. "Everything else. See if she can still tell us apart when she can’t see."
You felt heat crawl up the back of your neck. The idea wasn’t new, Jeonghan had floated variations of it before, usually when he was half-hard and restless but this version had a sharper edge. Not just sensory play. A deliberate challenge built around the one thing the outside world always got wrong about them.
Joshua was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "She already knows the difference."
"Does she?" Jeonghan’s voice dropped. "By cock alone? Without looking? Without hearing us speak?"
The question hung there. You thought about the nights you’d had both of them in the same bed, the way you could always tell whose fingers were inside you and whose mouth was on your breast even with your eyes closed. You’d never tested it under conditions designed to strip every other cue away. The idea made your stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with curiosity.
"You’re serious" you said.
Jeonghan nodded once. "Only if you want it. Same rules as always. You say stop, we stop. But if you’re game…"
Joshua’s gaze met yours. There was no pressure in it, only that steady, assessing look he gets when he’s weighing something carefully. "It could be interesting" he admitted. "We’ve never done it that way."
You thought about it on the drive home. About the times you’d woken up between them and known, without opening your eyes, which shoulder your head was resting on. About the different ways they kissed: Jeonghan’s slower, more teasing; Joshua’s deeper, more insistent. About the distinct weight of each of them when they pushed inside you, the slight differences in length and girth you’d catalogued without ever naming out loud. You’d always been able to tell. But under a blindfold, with them deliberately trying to erase every other giveaway? That was new territory.
By the next time the three of you were together, the idea had solidified.
It was a Friday. Joshua’s place again: bigger bed, better soundproofing. You arrived first. He kissed you at the door the way he always did when it was just the two of you for a few minutes: unhurried, thorough, one hand already sliding under your shirt. Jeonghan showed up twenty minutes later with takeout neither of you ended up eating. The three of you fell into the familiar pattern: talking about nothing important while hands wandered, clothes coming off in stages, the usual lazy progression toward the bedroom.
Only this time, when you were down to underwear and Jeonghan’s mouth was on your throat, he pulled back just enough to speak. "Still thinking about the twin thing?"
You nodded. Joshua was behind you, chest against your back, fingers tracing the edge of your bra.
"We can try it tonight" Jeonghan said. "If you want. Blindfold stays on the whole time. No talking from us once it starts. You guess who’s touching you, whose cock is in you. Every time. We switch whenever we feel like it."
Joshua’s voice was low against your ear. "You can say the safe word whenever. Or just take the blindfold off. No hard feelings."
You turned your head enough to look at both of them. Jeonghan’s expression was open, curious, already half-aroused by the prospect. Joshua’s was calmer, but his hands had stilled on your waist in a way that told you he was waiting for your answer before he moved again.
"Okay" you said. "Let’s do it."
Something shifted in the air after that. Not heavier but sharper. Jeonghan smiled, slow and pleased. Joshua pressed a kiss to the side of your neck and murmured "Good."
They didn’t start right away. First they finished undressing you properly, taking their time the way they always did when they wanted to draw things out. Jeonghan’s mouth on your breasts while Joshua worked your underwear down your legs. Fingers overlapping between your thighs, both of them watching your face as they touched you. You came once like that, still fully able to see, still able to tell exactly whose hand was where. It felt like a baseline. A reminder of how well you already knew them before the test began.
Afterward, Jeonghan retrieved the soft black blindfold from the drawer where they kept the small collection of things the three of you had accumulated over the past two years. He held it up between two fingers. "Last chance to change your mind."
You shook your head. "I’m sure."
Joshua moved behind you again. He was the one who tied it: careful, checking the tightness twice, making sure no light leaked through at the edges. The world narrowed to sound and touch and the faint scent of Joshua’s cologne mixed with Jeonghan’s shampoo. You felt the mattress dip on either side of you as they settled in.
"From now on" Jeonghan said, voice already quieter "we don’t speak. You guess. We’ll answer with touch. Ready?"
You nodded.
The last thing you heard was the soft click of the lamp being turned off. Then silence, broken only by the sound of breathing and the shift of sheets.
Hands found you in the dark. One pair settled on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles just above the crease of your thighs. Another pair traced the line of your collarbone, then lower, palms covering your breasts with a familiarity that made your breath catch. You tried to catalogue the differences immediately: the slight roughness of one set of fingertips, the warmer temperature of the other, but they moved together, overlapping, deliberately blurring the lines.
A mouth closed over your left nipple. Soft at first, then firmer, tongue flicking in a pattern you thought you recognized. Joshua usually started like that: careful, building. Jeonghan tended to be more abrupt, teeth grazing sooner. You opened your mouth to say the name, then hesitated. The second mouth found the other side a moment later and the two of them sucked in near-perfect rhythm. Heat pooled low in your belly.
You arched into the contact. One hand slid between your legs without warning, two fingers stroking through the wetness already gathered there. The touch was precise, circling your clit with steady pressure. You bit your lip.
"Joshua" you guessed, voice already rough.
The fingers didn’t pause, but the mouth on your right breast pulled away. A moment later the same mouth kissed the corner of your jaw, then your throat and the fingers inside you crooked just so, exactly the angle Joshua always used when he wanted you to feel it deep. A quiet confirmation without words. Correct.
The reward came quickly. The hand between your legs worked you open with more intent, adding a third finger while the other pair of hands, Jeonghan’s, you decided, pinched and rolled your nipples with deliberate roughness. You came the second time like that, thighs shaking, blindfold damp with the heat of your own skin. They didn’t stop. The fingers stayed inside you through the aftershocks, slower now, coaxing you back up.
Then everything shifted.
The hands withdrew. The mattress dipped and rose as they rearranged. You felt the loss of contact for only a few seconds before new weight settled between your spread thighs. The blunt head of a cock dragged through your folds, coating itself, then pressed in with one smooth thrust.
You gasped. The stretch was familiar and not. You focused on the details: the slight curve, the way it filled you completely on the first stroke, the hands that pinned your wrists lightly above your head. Jeonghan was longer, a fraction thicker at the base. Joshua had that particular upward angle that dragged against the front wall every time. This one felt like..."Jeonghan" you said.
The cock inside you stilled for a beat. Then it pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in harder, the rhythm turning sharp and deep. Correct again. The hands on your wrists tightened in approval. Another mouth (Joshua’s, warmer) closed over yours in a kiss that was all tongue and quiet hunger while Jeonghan fucked you in long, steady strokes.
They kept you there longer than usual. No rushing. Jeonghan’s hips rolled with controlled power, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room. Joshua’s hands mapped your body like he was reminding himself of every place that made you shiver, palms sliding down your sides, fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs where they met Jeonghan’s. When you started to tense toward a second orgasm, Jeonghan changed the angle, grinding deeper, and Joshua’s fingers found your clit again. You came hard, clenching around the cock inside you, a broken sound leaving your throat.
They switched without warning.
One moment Jeonghan was buried to the hilt; the next he pulled out and the mattress shifted again. Cool air touched your slick skin for a breath. Then a different cock pressed against your entrance: slightly different weight, different heat and pushed in.
You tried to track it. The new one seated itself fully and stayed there for a long moment, letting you feel every inch. Hands, two pairs again, moved over you. One set gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. The other cupped your face, thumbs brushing your lower lip. You turned into the touch, opening for the fingers that slipped into your mouth. You sucked them without thinking, tasting yourself and the faint salt of skin.
The cock inside you began to move, slower than before, deeper, with that particular grind at the end of each thrust that made your toes curl. You thought you knew. You were almost sure.
"Joshua" you whispered around the fingers.
The rhythm didn’t change. No pause, no reward. Instead the hands on your hips tightened and the pace picked up, harder, almost punishing in its consistency. Wrong. The realization sent a fresh pulse of heat through you. They were going to make you earn it.
You tried again after another dozen strokes, focusing on the way the cock dragged against you, the shape of the head, the quiet sound of breathing above you. "Jeonghan, no. Joshua. Fuck, Joshua."
This time the thrusts slowed. A hand slid between your bodies and rubbed tight circles over your clit in exact time with the cock moving inside you. Correct. The relief of getting it right mixed with the building pressure until you came a third time, shaking, the blindfold soaked through at the edges.
They didn’t let you rest.
The cock withdrew. Hands rolled you onto your stomach, then lifted your hips until you were on your knees, chest to the mattress. Someone settled behind you. The head of a cock nudged your entrance from behind and pushed in with one long stroke. At the same time another body moved in front of you. Fingers tilted your chin up and the head of a second cock brushed your lips.
You opened. The taste was clean and familiar. You took him deep on the first pass, letting him set the rhythm while the one behind you fucked into you with steady, deep thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming under the blindfold, every nerve focused on the stretch of your mouth and the stretch between your legs, the wet sounds, the controlled breathing of both men.
You tried to guess while you worked. The cock in your mouth felt like Jeonghan, slightly thicker, the way he always pushed a little deeper when he was close. The one inside you felt like Joshua, that upward curve hitting the same spot over and over. You pulled off just long enough to speak. "Jeonghan in my mouth. Joshua fucking me."
A hand stroked your hair in quiet confirmation. Correct. The reward was immediate: the pace behind you turned sharper, the cock in your mouth thrusting deeper, both of them using you in perfect sync. You moaned around the length on your tongue, the vibration making the hips in front of you stutter. They kept you there until your jaw ached and your thighs trembled, until the one behind you reached around and rubbed your clit with rough, perfect pressure. You came again with a muffled cry, the orgasm rolling through you in waves that made you clench hard around the cock inside you.
They switched again while you were still shaking.
The one in your mouth pulled out. The one behind withdrew. Hands guided you onto your back once more. A body settled over you and a cock pushed into you in one smooth motion. At the same time another set of hands spread your thighs wider and a mouth closed over your clit, sucking hard.
The combination short-circuited every careful attempt to catalogue differences. You could only feel full, wet, overwhelmed. The cock inside you moved in deep, rolling thrusts while the mouth between your legs worked you with focused intensity. You lasted less than a minute before the next orgasm tore through you, stronger than the others, your back arching off the bed.
When the aftershocks faded they rearranged once more. This time both of them were close, one cock pressing against your entrance while the other rested heavy against your stomach. They took turns pushing into you: one stroke from the first, then a switch, then the second, over and over, never letting you settle into the feel of either for long. Hands everywhere. Mouths on your breasts, your throat, your mouth. The blindfold made every transition sharper, every new stretch a fresh question.
You guessed wrong twice in a row. Each time the pace slowed to a torturous grind, denying you the angle you needed. When you finally got one right "Jeonghan" the reward was a hard, deep set of thrusts that pushed you right to the edge again. They held you there, switching one last time, until you were begging without words, hips lifting, hands fisting the sheets.
Joshua, you were almost certain it was Joshua, buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding in tight circles while Jeonghan’s fingers rubbed your clit in matching rhythm. You came with a broken sound, the orgasm so intense it left you shaking and oversensitive. They didn’t stop. The cock inside you kept moving through it, slower now, drawing every last tremor out of you.
Eventually the movements stilled. One of them pulled out carefully. The other followed. Hands gentled on your skin, stroking down your sides, your thighs, soothing. Someone untied the blindfold with careful fingers.
Light filtered in, soft and low. Jeonghan was on your right, hair messy, mouth curved in that satisfied half-smile. Joshua was on your left, eyes dark, one hand still resting on your hip. Both of them were still hard, still waiting.
You looked between them, chest rising and falling hard and managed a hoarse "I got most of them."
Jeonghan laughed quietly. "Most."
Joshua leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth. "Enough."
They finished themselves soon after: Jeonghan stroking over your stomach while Joshua came across your thighs then cleaned you up with the same unhurried care they always showed after. No lingering declarations. No shift in the rules. Just the three of you catching your breath in the dim room, the game complete, the arrangement exactly as it had always been.
You stayed a little longer than usual that night, limbs tangled, the blindfold discarded on the nightstand. When you finally left, Jeonghan walked you to the door with a lazy kiss and a quiet "Same time next week?" Joshua sent the usual post-night text an hour later: a single photo of the crumpled sheets and a question mark.
nerd!svt driving their new plaything into overstimulation? like they cant help it, it’s their first time with the opportunity ⸝⸝ ᷇࿀ ᷆⸝⸝ ♡
Warnings: mdni, 18+, overstimulation, face riding, mention of squirting, otaku! Seungcheolie, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f rec.), Jun is pussy drunk, tutor! Jeonghan, use of toys, virgin! Wonwoo, dry humping hoshi, woozi does it on purpose, mingyu is too big, dokyeom is innocent, Minghao is obsessed, Vernon is down bad, Dino is down bad, Seungkwan is down bad, volleyball coach assistant! seungkwan, little league coach! dokyeom, garage band guiatrist! vernon, college nerd! dino, public s-x w/ joshua! ETC
A/N: Shout out to @woncheolisms who hyped me up in discord when I forced her to read this entire thing before it was edited or grammarly fixed!
[smut under the divider - proceed w/ caution]
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Seungcheol - Seungcheol didn't mean to. When your hips bucked, causing you to drag your pretty pussy over his mouth erratically, he didn't know you were trying to run away from his sinful tongue.
Your cries are wet, sniffling, and high-pitched as you tug on his hair. But Seungcheol couldn’t bear the thought of removing his mouth from your drooling cunt. His tongue laves over your puffy folds, slurping every drop of your sweet slick seeping from your fluttering hole. His nose presses into your sensitive clit with each shake of his head, pulling you over the edge for the third time tonight.
And your body shakes as your vision whitens. Your hand tugs on his hair, trapped, sitting on his face as his arms curl around your thighs to keep you in place. Your other hand smacks into the anime poster above his wall, its of a barely clad Mitsuri Kanroji, and Seungcheol is curling his tongue inside to feel how your gummy walls throb around his wet muscle as you cum.
When he doesn’t stop, your eyes roll back, your whimpers wrecked as you try to tug on his hair, your tongue too heavy to say anything other than his name. You’re the first person to let him do this, fuck, you’re the first girl to be in his room alone. And if he wasn’t going to live out all his lewd fantasies he’s read in his hentai books under his bed, then you were going to be in for a rude awakening.
Now, his pouty lips sucks your clit into his mouth like a man starved. He wonders, do you think he could make you squirt?
Jeonghan - Jeonghan overstimulates you on purpose.
When he promised you a night you wouldn’t forget, you were intrigued by the nerd who was supposed to be tutoring you through history.
What you don’t expect is to be tied to his bed. He’s got movie posters of Jurassic Park and Dunkirk on his wall, with stacks of books on his shelves, ranging from King Henry the 8th to the Romanov sisters and the Roman Empire. But that’s not what you can focus on.
No, the electric buzz that resonates through the air takes all of your attention to the long-haired blonde. He’s kneeling between your thighs, his fingers playing with the hot pink dildo like it was a new concept to him. And maybe that was because it was. He’s only seen toys like this from late-night searches on his laptop when he was alone with a box of tissues and lotion.
But now, he’s got you on your back, legs spread, and your pretty pussy on display just for him. He hopes the twitch of his cock in his sweats isn’t as noticeable as the warmth at the tops of his ears, but he’s just so excited.
His idea was that if you could answer each question for your upcoming test for the end of semester 1 of your World History class, he’d allow you to cum. But now, he can’t take his eyes off your pretty pussy as you slurp the pink dildo farther inside your wet heat. The nub at the base of the toy vibrates along your puffy clit deliciously, and Jeonghan’s mouth waters as you cry out for the nth time. The orgasm is pulled from you as he tilts the toy up while he presses down on your stomach.
Yeah, he throws his idea right out the window - his new plan? To make you forget everything other than his name.
Joshua - When Joshua gets you overstimulated, he's got his head between your thighs and your fingers pulling his hair like it would somehow separate his mouth from your pretty cunt.
His tongue flicks over your clit just as his lips suck the bundle of nerves like you're his new favorite candy. And maybe it's because you are.
Joshua is still dressed in his sweater and tie, his fingers clutching your hips as you squirm under his relentless tongue for mercy. But his mouth just salivates like a man starved, your syrupy sweet slick pooling on his tongue like honey. He just won't let you go. I mean, how could you have known the sweetest gentleman who always shared snacks with you during library study sessions would have a wicked mouth and a sweet tooth for you?
He's got you tucked in between the dusty shelves in the back, your skirt flipped up to your stomach, with his face pressing even deeper towards your drooling cunt like it'll have all the answers to his problems. And it takes seconds for him to get you falling apart, your fingers tugging his hair to pull him away while you shake, doing your best not to be too loud - you're still in the library afterall.
But fuck, Joshua makes it difficult when he continues to lavish your pretty pussy with broad licks of his tongue :( easily getting you overstimulated and crying his name like it's salvation.
Jun - It happens slowly. Jun didn’t have much experience being with someone; his head was stuck in piles of books or preoccupied with using his hands to fidget with putting together scraps of metal and wiring to create something new. He didn’t think he’d get you in his bed, underneath him. You were so pretty, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, taking in each sweet noise he pulled out of you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
It doesn’t take him long to find your sweet spots. The ones that have you arching your back for him, your jaw slacking open as your thighs shake in pleasure. And he has each gasp and whimper seared into the back of his head as you cum for the first time around his long fingers, the curl of his digits leaving stars to burst behind your eyelids as he watches with fascination.
That’s when you should have known you were in trouble. Because now, after two orgasms back to back, he’s splitting you in half with his cock. His jaw clenches as his hips roll forward nice n’ slow. Your cunt throbs its own heartbeat each time he sinks balls deep, and you’re at the brink of insanity as he leans back on his knees. He watches your walls flutter around his shaft each time his thumb flicks over your clit, and the slow build-up takes you by surprise as you suddenly cum with a whine.
You gush, coating his cock with a wet sheen, and he is in awe. He fucks you through your high, helping you through each ebb and flow of your orgasm until you gasp for air. And then he keeps going, his thumb pressing firmly into the sensitive bundle of nerves as you shake your head, “s’too much- I-I can’t!”
Jun’s voice is soft but rough, his tongue licking his bottom lip wet as he pushes forward again, filling you full once more. “Yes, yes, you can.” You don’t see the way his eyes swirl a little unhinged as he spreads your legs apart more. “Let’s see how wet you can get, Pretty.”
Soonyoung - Soonyoung doesn’t mean to overstimulate you. But he also doesn’t mean to overstimulate himself either. You just feel too good, he can’t stop.
His fingers dig into the soft fat of your thighs, keeping you pinned in place as his mouth waters in awe. His eyes are zeroed in on your drooling cunt, the way the fat tip of his cock drags through your puffy, glittering folds.
His dick is soaked in your sweet slick, the thick head of his cock bumping into your sensitive clit as he grinds against your pretty pussy like a desperate man. Which he is. Oh, so desperate for you. And when you told him he could do whatever he wanted, he just couldn’t put it in? :( He thought he might die. But he’d do whatever you want; he’s just so happy to be between your thighs.
Sweat rolls down the sides of his forehead as he concentrates, his hips pushing forward and dragging back nice n’ slow, building your high up again only to force you to shatter underneath him for the nth time. He can feel your folds throb around his length, your fluttering hole winking around nothing as you cum again, and he doesn’t stop. The tip of his cock bumps over your clit again and again until you’re a mess, your head falling back as your thighs twitch under his hands.
“C’mon,” his jaw clenches as his cock throbs angrily for more. “Just the tip, please.” His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes never leave his cock sliding slipperily through your wet cunt, drool already slipping from the corner of his mouth. “Just the tip, I promise.”
Wonwoo - Wonwoo was a man of facts. He didn’t do anything without much research. He needed to know the facts, to have all the information before he decided his next move, and with you, it didn’t change.
Wonwoo’s glasses fog up as his lips part. His eyes widen as he leans closer between your plush thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he watches your glittering folds get wetter, small puffs of his breath panting over your pretty pussy in awe.
He’s on his knees, cock straining against his slacks as his cheeks burn red. He couldn’t believe you were letting him do this. I mean, after finding out he was a virgin - shocker - he didn’t think you’d bring him back to your place, let alone sit on the edge of your bed so you could show him what he was missing out on.
And when you guide him even closer, his tongue lapping a long stripe up your slicked folds, the man of facts, of order, and information loses his last thread of restraint. He surprises you when he hooks your legs over his shoulders, his glasses going askew as he buries his face deeper into your addictive cunt. His groan is deep but muffled between your thick thighs, and you’re scrambling to hold onto your bedsheets for dear life.
Your first orgasm, although sloppy, has your thighs crushing his head as the obscene squelches of your pussy resonate throughout your bedroom. But by the third orgasm, you’re begging for mercy. The heel of your foot digs into his broad shoulder,s and your hand tugs on his hair, but he’s too far gone to listen. His eyes are closed, groaning lowly as he spreads your puffy folds apart so his tongue can reach deeper.
Eventually, it’ll be too much, and he’ll let you have mercy. But then he’ll force you into a nasty mating press, asking if he can feel your cunt throb around his cock until your pretty pussy molds to his length like he knows you’re meant to.
Jihoon - All the late nights watching hentai, of tissues at his bedside table, sitting next to his lotion as he watched his laptop screen, prepared him for this.
And fuck, you don’t disappoint.
You’re so pretty with your thighs twitching, your legs spread open to have him lying between them. He can’t believe you’re in his dorm room. He can’t believe you’re arching your back on his Solo Leveling bedsheets. That he has pulled orgasm after orgasm from you with just his fingers, but here he is. One hand pushing down on your stomach as his other hand fills your pretty pussy with three fingers while his thumb swirls your clit with the expertise of a nerd who only watched this kind of stuff during his free time.
He’s watched so many pervy videos of the pretty anime girls who moaned and gasped when the guy did this to them, and Jihoon might just cum untouched with the way you cry out better than any anime girl he’s watched. He curls his fingers, searching for the one spot that’ll get you squealing, and is ultimately surprised when you yelp before cumming for the nth time when he finds it. Your hands try to shove him away, your vision whitening as you orgasm, but he’s having none of it.
Jihoon keeps the pace, applying the pressure while hooking his fingers, and your jaw slacks open in a silent scream as heat flashes through your entire body.
Jihoon absolutely meant to overstimulate you. His satisfied smirk says it all while your pussy gushes, squirting all over his hand messily as he fucks you through it.
He’s going to need you to do that again. And again, and again. His new obsession unlocked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure.
Minghao - It’s because Minghao is pussy drunk that he can’t stop. It’s not his fault that he’s never been inside a woman before. Heat crawls up his neck and ears, flushing on his cheeks as he overstimulates your clit with his lithe fingers. He sniffles, an apology almost crossing his lips, but then you’re gasping, your gummy walls squeezing his cock for dear life as he pulls another orgasm from you.
And he’s in awe. Stars swimming in his eyes as you cry out, your legs wrapping around his hips, conflicted to pull him closer or push him away because he’s relentless. His middle finger swirls the sensitive nub, his jaw dropping as your walls constrict around his shaft in time with the flicks of his fingers.
No, he can’t stop now.
So, he doesn’t. He doesn’t even move his hips, letting you buck your hips on your own as he taps sloppy hearts into your pretty pussy, absolutely in love.
Mingyu - Mingyu doesn't mean to overstimulate you; it's not his fault that he had to pull multiple orgasms from you just so he can prepare you to take his cock. He's a big man, and he has to have you drooling into his pillow, clutching his GumGum fruit plushy as he splits you in half with his thick cock.
He's got you on your hands and knees, your back arched beautifully as he drags you back to meet his slow thrust. He unknowingly makes you feel every inch that disappears into your wet cunt, the ridges and dips of his shaft dragging along your gummy walls until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head with a long moan.
By the time Mingyu is balls deep, you've orgasmed twice now, and that's not including when he made you cum on his tongue. Your legs tremble, your teeth sink into the pillow, and your walls throb around his cock in time with your racing heart that pounds in your ears. It's too much, you feel delirious staring at the Lord of the Rings action figures on his bookshelf as he pulls almost all the way out before knocking the breath from you when he pushes forward.
The headboard of his bed smacks into the wall while you cry out, your eyes crossing in pleasure as the tip of his cock smooches your cervix in greeting over and over again.
Seokmin - When Dokyeom, the coach of your little brother's little league baseball team, off-handedly mentions never knowing what the jokes about bases are when it came to dating... You'd like to show him, rather than tell him.
What you expect is a blushing, awkward, but cute Seokmin to not know what to do with you, and for you to take the reins the whole time.
What you don't expect is that there is a reason he's coaching little league on his summers away from college. Because he's got you in the backseat of his car, your leg draped over the passenger seat while his fingers curl deep inside your soaking cunt. The space is small back here, but Dokyeom makes full use of it. He's wearing his baseball cap backwards, the veins on his forearms on full display as he pumps his long fingers in n' out like you haven't already orgasm twice now.
Your fingers try to wrap around his wrist that's in between your thighs, but his free hand pins it above your head. He holds on to it as he watches your pretty pussy slurp his fingers greedily. His eyes swirl with a hunger that showed up after your first orgasm, your cries of his name music to his ears, and he just needs to see you fall apart one more time. Just one more time, you can do that, right?
Seungkwan - When you brought Seungkwan home to "study," you had a feeling you would end up like this. Straddling his lap, disheveling his hair with your fingers, with his cock inside you.
You had your eye on innocent Seungkwan for a while now. Loving how eager he was as your volleyball coach's assistant. He was so passionate, happily refilling water bottles, grabbing extra volleyballs, and helping you stretch after practice until his face was red as a tomato.
He was absolutely adorable, and you couldn't resist.
What you don't expect is that the stuttering nerd would fill you so deliciously, his fingers digging into your hips, controlling the pace as you rocked in his lap nice n' slowly. And like on the court, he's got endless praise fumbling from his mouth, his eyes dazed and filled with stars.
You've orgasm once and then twice back to back, leaving you sopping wet and sensitive, and Seungkwan's grip on your waist is still firm as ever. Your wet cries echo as he murmurs for you to cum again and again, driving you to the brink of insanity.
Vernon - When your younger brother brings a new guitarist into his little "garage band," your eyes have never rolled harder. He claims they are getting really good, practically practicing every day in your garage, making what you think is just loud noise at this point. But that's just your role as older sister, to think everything your younger brother does is nerdy and lame - you're not supposed to find the guitarist attractive.
Vernon is a year older than your brother, a college senior majoring in music. He's got chipped nail polish and an oversized fur coat to go with his ripped jeans. And for their "heavy rock" persona, you've never met anyone who blushed as hard as Vernon did when you remind your brother they have 15 minutes to wrap it up because you have work tomorrow. You've been out of college for two years now, and even though you act like it's a bother for your brother to use your home as band practice, you love him and let him do what he wants.
That's why it's really bad to have Vernon bending you over the washer in your laundry room. He's your brother's friend, a nerd like the rest of them. He shouldn't be between your legs, filling you balls deep over and over again when everyone has already left. It shouldn't feel this good as your washer shakes underneath you, your cries drowned out by the laundry being washed.
Vernon shouldn't be able to get you to cum so easily, your palms smacking the machine as he fucks you through it, not stopping until your jaw slacks open with a scream.
Dino - Dino doesn’t know how he ended up in a closet with you at this frat party. He wasn’t even invited. He really was just dropping off homework to some jock who had deep pockets - Dino needed money, okay? A broke college kid gets desperate, and Dino is only good at a few things, and history is one of them!
But what should have been an easy five-minute exchange turned into you grabbing him as your “seven minutes in heaven” when the bottle landed on your ex.
Dino didn’t know what to do with his hands when he was stuck in a closet with you, but he knew how to kiss. And he kissed you for the past seven minutes and all the way to the upstairs bathroom with the way your fingers curled into the front of his shirt after the initial “seven minutes” were over.
And then he kissed down your body while you sat on top of the bathroom counter. Your hands guiding him right between your thighs, where he kissed your pretty pussy until your squeals could probably be heard over the loud music playing on the other side of the door.
He had one of your legs hooked over his shoulder as his other hand held you in place. His tongue lapped at your glittering folds like it was the whole reason he had shown up to this party, to make your thighs shake around his head as you cried out for the nth time in less than 30 minutes.
Safe to say you were the newest thing he was good at doing.
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A/N: lmao this took a life of its own... I just wrote with no idea what I wanted to do, and here we are- enjoy <3
As always, comments or talking in the reblogs are amazing!
➼ you finish work early? he’s already waiting for you in his flashy new car outside
➼ you have a shit day? he’s already ran you a bath filled with rose petals and your favourite bath bomb
➼ he would take you to his celebrity-only parties and dinners, buying you a new dress and a pair of heels that match each time
➼ he’s buying every single plushie you want too
➼ “here, let me carry that for you baby”
➼ loves how you fold at the simple things like his hand on your thigh or around your waist
➼ definitely the type to place his hands on your thigh under the table, inching his fingers towards the hem of your skirt just to watch you squirm
➼ fucks you in the restaurant bathroom with his hand covering your mouth to muffle the moans that escape your lips
➼ “i bet you’ve always fantasised about me fucking you in public sweetheart”
➼ always pays for dinner because his “(my) pretty girl should never have to pay for anything”
➼ you would always want to pay him back by getting on your knees for him, but he’s very strict about him pleasuring you instead
➼ “babygirl, you don’t have to do that…but you could sit on my face so i can have my dessert”
➼ the first time you actually convince him to let you suck his cock, he nearly blacks out from how innocent you look - his length in your mouth, the outline of his cock protruding from your cheek, your teary eyes fixating on his facial expression to see if he likes it…he has to fight every muscle in his body to not face fuck you right there and then
➼ “mmm, yeah, just like that sweetheart—that’s it babygirl, use your tongue for me..”
a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long and i just finished it!! if u requested this ages ago, i am so sorry :(( i am going to attempt to switch between posting for skz and svt!!
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, best friends to lovers, reader's a svt fan (lol), unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f & m receiving), Joshua is HUNG and is confident about it, reader gets proved wrong, light atmosphere, Joshua's jealousy mentioned, sweet, slow sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie.
A/N: inspired by that one thirst tweet BuzzFeed interview, y'all know which one lol 🤭 finally got around to writing for SVT shsjshsj gotta write for my fellow carats too 🫣 anyway, enjoy, and as always, this is not how I depict the idols in real life, this is purely fiction! (This might get a part 2)
Word count: 4k
Dividers from @cursed-carmine
Joshua had just returned from another interview and was heading back to his apartment, where you were apparently waiting for him.
It was a surprise, really; he definitely didn't expect that one of his newest interviews—the one with the thirst tweets, where he, Dino, and Dokyeom were in.
He called out your name questioningly, which immediately caught your attention.
"Hong Jisoo." You stared at him seriously as if he'd done something wrong before pointing at the TV, where the interview was paused.
"Joshua Hung—" you stated, getting cut off by a groan. "—you really didn't hold back on the translations this time, did you?"
You asked, and your best friend rolled his eyes. Of course, this would happen. He had been dreading it since he knew you were a carat.
"Listen, the guys wanted to know, so I explained, it's as simple as that."
"Nuh uh," you disagreed, shaking your head. This video was more... detailed than the last thirst tweet video Joshua's members were in.
"You were more straightforward with it, unlike Vernon. And Joshua Hung? Really?" You scoffed at the thought. There was no way.
“What? The fans say it, so it must be true, right?” He shrugged, playful about the whole thing. Now you were curious, glancing down for a brief second before looking back up at his face.
“Oh, yeah? Prove it.”
“What—” Joshua’s eyes went wide, sputtering slightly at your words. He couldn't comprehend the fact that you were asking for proof. “A–are you serious?”
He scoffed out a laugh, but you were unconvinced. “Yeah. Come on, prove it. I bet you don't even know how to use it, do you?”
“Excuse me? I know how to use my dick just fine, thank you. I don't need to prove shit to you,” he muttered, ears flushing red at the topic. Why were you so insistent on challenging and teasing him about this?
“Yeah? I think you’re just scared.” You defied him, tilted your head, crossed your arms, and then stood up to walk over to him.
Joshua shook his head at your insistence, knowing how stubborn you could be at times like these. “You shouldn’t be asking things you aren’t ready for, you know… plus, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
It was your turn to scoff; you’ve had experience before Joshua, but he always treated you like you didn’t. Like he ignored the fact you’d had sex with different men before.
This wasn’t an appropriate topic between best friends, either, even though you and Joshua had known each other for almost a decade and had seen the best and worst moments of your lives.
You decided to step closer, squinting your eyes at him as you continued the conversation.
“What if I could handle it? What then, Shua?”
The question hung in the air, the atmosphere thick as your best friend tried to find a logical answer. Obviously, there was only one, and as much as he wanted to say “fuck it”, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to cross that line just yet.
“Earth to Joshua—are you in there?” You waved your hand over his face, snapping him out of his train of thought before taking a deep breath.
Before you could even utter another teasing remark, he cupped your face with his hands, tugging you towards him and pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, the action unexpected but not unwelcome, as you let out a soft noise and grabbed onto his forearms.
Joshua kissed you as if you were a flower, gently and caressingly. His thumbs rubbed the apples of your cheeks as his lips moved softly against yours, as he slowly backed you towards the couch.
Not pulling away from the kiss, he managed to turn the two of you around, so he was the one sitting down before pulling you to his lap, only to accidentally hit his head against the backrest.
“Ah—” He let out as he broke the kiss for a brief moment, and saw you trying to hold in your giggles.
“Haha, yes, laugh at my pain whilst in the middle of a makeout session, real funny.”
Joshua’s sarcastic remark made you finally break, giggling into your hand as he just watched you with a fond expression, ignoring the dull ache at the back of his head.
Once your fit of giggles was over, you spoke up, smiling sweetly at him. “Listen— I told you to stop leaning your head there, but you keep making the same mistake.”
“Laughing at my pain won’t help-!” He retorted playfully, shaking his head.
“And proving you have a small dick will?” You started again, the small accident almost diminishing the earlier curiosity, but you weren’t quick to forget.
“You just won’t let it go, will you?” He muttered, bringing your face close to his again, and kissed you, as soft as earlier, but with a bit more intensity, as if trying to prove a point now.
Joshua tangled his fingers through your hair, gently tugging as he adjusted the two of you on the couch, holding onto your hip with his other hand. His kisses were reverent, full of something the two of you weren’t able to describe.
It was something out of a dream for him—being able to finally kiss you. Being your best friend was fine; it was enough for Joshua, but he couldn’t help the burning feeling of jealousy in his gut every time he saw you with another guy.
Of course, he respected your decision and supported you no matter who you were with in a relationship, but you always got hurt somehow, and it pissed him off. He would treat you better. He knew he could.
“Is this okay..?” He murmured against your lips, stealing a few more kisses, which made you giggle and nod. Keeping you comfortable with everything was the first thing he’d always prioritise.
“I bet I can treat you better than all of your lousy boyfriends,” he remarked, confident that he could, but you huffed, unconvinced.
“Shua, I thought you liked them—”
“I lied. I hated them the moment I shook each one of their hands. And I hated them even more the moment they decided to hurt you,” he stated, clear with his words that he wouldn’t fuck around with your feelings. Not now, not ever.
That made your stomach flip. Joshua had always been sweet and gentlemanly towards you, knowing when to be playful and when to be serious. He always knew what you needed without asking; he just came prepared.
“M’sorry..” you mumbled out an apology, ducking your head down, as he blinked in surprise.
“What are you sorry for, pretty girl? It’s not your fault.” He rubbed your back, comforting you as he made you look up at him. He moved his hand from your hip to rub your back, and caressed your cheek with his other hand to make you look up at him. “Just saying that I can treat you so much better… if you’d let me.”
His words made you feel warmer than usual; his soft, warm touch melted you as you nodded.
With that, Joshua pressed kisses along the apples of your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips once more, kissing you sweetly.
His hands roamed, squeezing your sides gently as he pressed you down onto him, making you feel how you were affecting him.
A lump was stuck in your throat, having felt his erection poking your ass. You didn't want to admit it, but he was packing, even through his pants.
“Feel that? Do you believe me now?” He muttered, looking at you with increasing arousal, gently grinding up.
“Oh, that? I thought those were your keys.” You sassed, earning a scoff. You were truly something else when it came to teasing him.
“Baby, you don’t know what you got yourself into.”
Joshua grabbed you up by the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist before hoisting you up. You yelped at the sudden movement, latching onto his neck as he carried you to his bedroom.
He gently placed you on the bed, settling himself between your thighs as he kissed your face all over, making you laugh softly. Gently pushing up your shirt, he whispered soft praises and sweet things against your skin.
“You’re so beautiful.. You deserve to be loved and cherished,” he murmured, finally getting your shirt off of you. Joshua ducked his head down to kiss your neck, occasionally nipping the soft skin, and trailing down to your collarbones and chest.
He kissed along the hem of your bra, pressing his lips between the lacy fabric and your soft mounds. You moved your hands to his hair, carding through the silky locks as you moaned his name.
“Fuck, don’t do that and moan my name or I might just..” He muttered against you before shifting lower, pressing kisses on your ribcage down to your abdomen until he was facing the zipper of your pants.
You were already panting, feeling your panties sticking to your cunt, the gussets of your panties soiled. Your fingers were still tangled in Joshua's hair as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.
“Can I?” He asked as he held onto your thighs to spread your legs a bit to give his body some space. You huffed, rolling your eyes at the question, which made him pinch your hip. “I'm serious.”
“Shua, I gave you permission to fuck me with your so-called big dick, so yes, you can.”
“So sassy, I'm being nice here,” he murmured with a slight pout before yanking your pants down gently along with your panties until they were pulled down to your ankles and out of the way. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, getting himself comfortable between your thighs.
Once he was facing your pussy, his breath hitched. You looked so beautiful, exposed to him like this. “Fuck..”
Murmuring to himself, you watched him lean in and open his mouth, flattening his tongue against your slit, tasting your sweet juices. Your legs trembled as a soft mewl came out of you.
“You're shaking like a leaf… is this your first time receiving head?” he asked bluntly, but when he saw your flushed and seemingly embarrassed expression, he blinked in realisation. It was your first time being eaten out. “Fucking hell…”
He groaned, disappointed and relieved. Disappointed at your past boyfriends—useless pieces of shit—but relieved that he would be the first to pleasure you.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbled against your cunt, a promise made as he lapped up and suckled on your clit like it was his favourite candy.
You tilted your head back against his pillows, trembling and moaning, tugging on his hair when his mouth was on your sensitive nub.
“Joshua—” you keened out a whine, breathless from the pleasure and the increasing pressure in your lower abdomen. “Shua, I’m gonna—”
Whining out at the loss of his mouth on you, you watched him shake his head. “Not yet. I’m not done with your sweet cunt just yet.”
He leaned back, settling on his knees as he took his shirt off. Soon after that, his jeans followed, tugging them down to his thighs. His erection was more prominent, and you couldn’t help but swallow.
Joshua noticed your gaze on his crotch, making him grin smugly.
“What? Believe me now?” he teased, but he was gently rubbing your knee, soothing your upcoming anxieties.
He was big; he knew it could be intimidating at first. That’s why he was going to do everything to make sure you were comfortable.
Pulling down his boxers, Joshua finally let his cock out of its confines. It was long with a reddish-pink tip, already leaking precum after tasting you. He was aching and begging for attention.
You licked your lips, gawking at his length. Well, there go your small dick jokes.
“My turn…” You stated, moving over to him, surprise painting Joshua’s face. He hadn’t expected to receive head from you, and he didn’t expect it from you at all. He wanted to focus on you, but seeing the hungry look in your eyes was an overwhelming ego boost.
So, he leaned back against the headboard this time, switching positions with you. He watched you settle down between his legs, eyeing his twitching dick. A soft groan came out of him when you gently grabbed the base. The feeling of your hand on him was enough to make him leak more precum.
“Fuck—” he moaned when you licked a stripe on the bottom side of his cock before giving his tip kitten licks, all while looking up at him. You were going to be the death of him.
His hand moved towards your hair, running through the soft, silky strands as he guided your head. You started taking him in slowly, suckling on his tip gently before delving deeper, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his length.
“Ngh—just like that—fucking hell, you’re trying to suck me dry, what the–nnmgh..” He moaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he bobbed your head up and down his length, letting you take him deeper and deeper down your throat until you couldn’t, soft muffled sounds coming out of you.
“Fuck, fuck—sorry,” he apologised, out of breath as he let you breathe before guiding you back to deepthroating him again, getting you used to his girth inside your wet mouth. “Your mouth is so—ngh, I’m gonna end up fucking your face if you continue sucking the life out of my dick, sweetheart.”
You let out a muffled moan at the idea, the vibrations going to his thick length, causing him to grunt softly.
“Yeah? You want that? You’d let me fuck your pretty face? God, I’m the luckiest man alive right now…” He moaned out the last part when you started sucking him harder, slurping and getting sloppier with each bob of your head.
Joshua’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head, his hips moving as he held your head with both of his hands, fucking his cock up into your throat. Holding and clawing his thighs, you gurgled, letting him use you for his pleasure until he stilled, spilling hot cum down your throat.
His legs were clenched, slightly shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, when he finally let you pull away, gasping for air.
You were panting, throat sore and sticky from his release as you swallowed thickly to recover. Once you did, you wiped the spit, which was dribbling down your chin from how sloppily you had sucked Joshua off.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve done in a while,” he admitted as he ran his fingers through his hair, forehead damp with sweat as his chest rose and fell. “C’mere.”
Joshua signalled you over, taking your hand into his as you climbed over to straddle his thighs. Your exposed heat was hovering over his half-hard dick, still aching for your attention. When he opened the drawer to get a condom, he clicked his tongue in distaste.
“I can take the morning-after pill—” you blurted out, seeming to have no problem in fucking him raw.
Joshua’s tip nudged your soaked entrance unintentionally, his hips thrusting up out of habit. The thought of feeling your heat without any barriers was tempting, but he wanted to be one hundred percent sure you were all in.
“Joshua, if you ask me if I’m sure, I’m gonna sink myself on your cock myself.” Your expression was serious, yet flushed, wanting to really fuck him.
You were all in.
And if you were, he was going to do this correctly—focusing on your pleasure instead of his. So, he flipped the two of you over, with you on your back while he was between your thighs again.
“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right, and my way. Which means your pleasure comes before mine, got it? So, tell me if it’s too much. I can wait.”
You nodded at his words, licking your lips at his dominant attitude. You didn’t mind being told what to do by Joshua more often.
He nudged his against your wet heat, groaning softly to himself as he hotdogged his cock between your folds, rubbing himself against you to coat himself with your slick.
You were so wet, it almost drove him insane. When he was finally satisfied with grinding against you, he positioned himself and slowly pushed his length into you, watching how his fat cockhead stretched your hole out.
“Joshua—” You gasped, immediately grabbing his shoulders, your hole spasming and tightening around his shaft as he pushed in deeper. Not even halfway in, you shook your head, signalling him to pause, gasping and whining out softly.
“Is it too much, baby? Do you want me to pu—”
“No–! No, don’t pull out... I can take it. Just... just give me a second, damn.” You panted, rubbing your best friend’s shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders every once in a while as you recovered. Once you did, you gave Joshua a small nod to continue.
“God, you’re so perfect for me, so pretty, tight and wet. I could fuck you on every surface of my apartment, and I still wouldn’t be satisfied.” He murmured, finally bottoming out inside you, the two of you moaning in unison. Your cunt was driving Joshua into a frenzy—the way your walls pulsed around him, stretching to accommodate his size—he was doing everything in his power not to thrust hard and deep.
“Move, Shua, I need you to move.. I wanna feel you.”
With that, Joshua pulled his hips back just enough to leave his tip inside you before pushing back in with a slow, teasing thrust, making you feel his whole length. He repeated the action a few times, watching as you writhed underneath him and whined, begging for more.
“Shh, let me make love to you. I wanna worship you before ruining you completely later.”
And Joshua did as he said he would—he'd ruin you with his big dick, proving you wrong and making sure you ate your words.
“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight— gonna bust a nut if you keep spasming around me like this—” he groaned against your hair, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head as his thrust got a bit sloppier and faster before slowing down again, letting your first orgasm build up slowly.
“Shua, I'm— I think I'm gonna come—” you keened out a soft whine, breathless and delirious from pleasure. Joshua's cock twitched inside you at the soft admission, making him kiss your forehead before giving you the green light to come around his shaft.
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your toes curling and pussy clenching around your best friend's dick as you gushed out slick that it dripped down into Joshua's sheets.
His release came soon after, painting your walls white as ragged breathing came out of him when he spilled his cum into you. So warm, so tight. So perfect.
He pulled out, watching as his cum dribbled out of your spasming hole, causing his dick to harden once more. “Can we go again?”
That made your pussy clench, not expecting Joshua to want to go again immediately after he had just cum inside you. But you nodded nonetheless, needing to feel him over and over until you were a boneless mess in his sheets.
Joshua pulled you closer by your legs, wrapping them around his waist loosely, before sinking into your used hole once more, slipping in way more easily with your mixed juices.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight after I just fucked you..?” It was more of a rhetorical question, really, but you were one to push buttons when you didn't have to.
“Maybe you haven't fucked me enough—eek-!” You squealed when Joshua snapped his hips a little too harshly this time around, but still stayed slow and gentle. He could punish you some other time, more focused on watching his length disappear into your heat over and over again.
Joshua was so entranced by how your stretched hole was barely accommodating his length, his hips rolling in rhythmic thrusts.
He was getting harder at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his dick, seeing how wet he was making you.
He soon moved one of his hands to your clit, rubbing the pudgy nub gently and matching it with his strokes. The way you arched your back and moaned for him was addicting, and he couldn't get enough.
“That's it, baby, moan for me… fuck, I might just breed your pussy—would that be okay? Would you let me breed you?” Joshua babbled, leaning down to kiss your face all over, his soft kisses matching his slow, sensual thrusts.
“Shua, faster—please, please—” you begged, and he complied, setting his pace a bit faster, rubbing your clit a bit more harshly, which made your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him in the same position, which made him groan.
You were practically begging him to keep coming inside you—locking him in place like this. He was fucked, completely fucked. And he didn't want to be anywhere else.
Feeling your cunt tighten around him, he could feel that you were getting close again. He continued working on your clit, moving his head down to your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys into your pretty skin. He, himself, was getting closer, but he wanted to make you come first.
“C'mon, sweet girl, cum for me, cum for me and I'll give you a big load. Please—”
Your orgasm came in bursts, squealing as you held him close, your limbs wrapped around him as you came around him once more. Your back was arched, your mouth agape, and your eyes rolled back, seeing stars from how hard your second orgasm hit you.
Joshua groaned as his hips stuttered, spilling hot, sticky cum inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
He cursed as he kept thrusting, making sure his release was deep inside you, spilling out of your entrance while he was still inside.
Pulling out of you was a difficult thing to do, not wanting to leave your heat even with his softening cock. But when he finally did, he saw how beautiful you looked, ruined and panting.
He kissed your skin all over, worshipping you until he got to your pussy again, kissing and biting your inner thighs before kissing your clit. You squeaked, pushing his head away, whining about how you couldn't come anymore.
“Not gonna eat you out… just let me worship you like you deserve to be worshipped.” He kissed your legs until he got to your ankles, grabbing both of them and folding your legs to your chest.
“God, I might get hard again by just watching my cum drip out of you…” he murmured, his eyes lidded before snapping out of it when you playfully slapped his arm.
“Have some self-control, Hong Jisoo..” you laughed breathlessly at your best friend, but noticed his already hard length.
“That's hard when it comes to you.”
After one more round, Joshua finally decided to let you rest, bringing you a snack and a glass of water. He noticed that you were wearing one of his T-shirts, sitting up on the bed as you took the snack and water from him.
“Okay.. so, uhm..” you started, flushing post-sex, your brain slightly hazy but clear enough to talk to him. “What.. what are we?”
Joshua snorted gently, sitting right beside you while stroking your calf. “I dunno, you tell me. From what I know we're best friends who decided to fuck because someone watched a thirst tweet interview and asking me to prove I have a big dick.”
“Shua, I'm serious,” you whined, looking at him with that soft look in your eyes which always made him melt.
on its own, reading buzzfeed thirst tweets was enough of an ego boost… he genuinely would’ve fucked you no matter what. that is, until you tested him, and suddenly he had to fuck you harder than he initially planned.
🐦 GENRE :: idol-au, contemporary au and erotic romance
🐦 PAIRING/WC :: joshua hong × fem!reader ⋅ 7,076 words
🐦 CONTAINS :: established relationship. dokyeom is yn’s bias, dokyeom and dino cameos, mutual teasing, aftercare, slight (?) brat dynamics, teasing/resisting, nicknames (baby, princess, pretty girl, sweetheart, darling), mostly a pwp… also legs divorcing and ovaries exploding mentioned!1 not beta’d, all mistakes, and brainfarts are 100% mine. proceed at your own risk lol.
⚠️ WARNINGS :: explicit sexual content MDNI. big snickers bar!joshua (ty for the list ro), multiple orgasms (female-focused, 5+ explicit releases), oral (f. receiving + giving), dom/sub, unprotected penetrative sex (let’s not be stupid), fingering, grinding, overstimulation, dirty talk, pillow talk, aftercare, cuddling, holding through orgasm, prolonged arousal, breast play, clit stimulation, slight (?) brat dynamics, breeding kink, orgasm denial/edge play hints, prioritizing pleasure of one another, post-sex exhaustion. pls lmk if i missed something!
🐦 A/N :: hi!! just to clarify a few things before anyone jumps in, i haven’t watched the full video yet! one day, just not today] the buzzfeed scene here is literally just me piecing together clips and those tweets, so it’s like… my imagination filling in the blanks lol. also, the smut? superrrr heightened fantasy shit. like, not even close to realistic, full on porn, high octane, my brain on 11. rereading it the last couple days made me question my sanity multiple times. i literally lost count. yn hit seven orgasms at one point… and i think i even blacked out while writing some of it, which now makes sense why it got that out of control. i edited some parts and it’s now hovering around 5-6 [i tried to cut some, but there are phrases i’m way too proud of and couldn’t delete… shoutout to ro @shinysobi for yelling, LETS GO PORNOGRAPHY mid edit—bless]. it’s officially porn now lol. okay fun fact time! i og wanted to call this ‘say my name, baby’ in reference to my thread and the tweet, but then realized… i’d end up writing his name anyway, so ’say my name. joshua hung’ just hit way cleaner. adding the “baby’ in the middle kinda broke the rhythm, ig? the current title also reads more direct to the tweet since the og didn’t include ‘’baby,’ so i went with that instead. small detail, but it made me feel giddy. also am noticing a trend here… every time this man is involved, my smut hits peak endurance fantasy mode. like, same energy as salt in my mouth and the still heat. it’s insane, it’s messy, it’s ridiculous—and it’z okay. so yeah… that’s the tea. buckle up, it’s wild, it’s fast, and it’s very much porn. <: we die horny and afraid.
joshua hong more like joshua is hung
help—
He’s holding his assigned phone and staring down at it, trying not to make eye contact with the camera right now. His expression is somewhere between amused embarrassment and disbelief with a wide smile looking slightly strained as if he’s laughing silently and flabbergasted at the same time. But then he glances over at the producers in front of him for a second, hoping maybe the producers will notice that they accidentally gave him the wrong tweet and panic and cut the scene because of what he just read, but no one does. He realizes he’s going to have to go through with it and read it out loud.
He reads it: “joshua hong more like joshua is hung.” A subtle closed-lip smirk appears on his face and little crinkles form at the corners of his eyes as he tries to suppress his amusement. In his mind, he’s definitely caught off guard by something so personal, but flattered too—why wouldn’t he be? Where’s the lie in that?
He sits relatively still, thinking and trying to think of ways to explain it to his members here with him. “Hung is when…” no sound comes out anymore as he contemplates it in his head.
Dino and Dokyeom are holding their respective assigned phones too, smiling innocently at it while waiting for Joshua’s explanation.
Joshua’s mouth’s still slightly open, but then he looks at the camera as if it's the viewer’s fault for putting him in this position (which kinda is if we think about it…). He looks back at Dokyeom, then back again at the camera as his left hand comes up to echo his internal stutter. Dino’s looking at the older men with his knowing smile as Joshua’s hesitation now shows it’s definitely something.
Finally, he manages to say, “It means you have a big—” but before he can finish, Dokyeom hunches over laughing and Dino reacts dramatically with his mouth wide open pretending to be shocked but clearly loving every second.
Dino really isn’t shocked that it’s about big dick after all. Joshua’s hesitation gave it away to him, but anyway he still blurts out, “wait, really?”
Joshua laughs but the smirk is still on his lips, and says, “Yeah.”
Dokyeom’s still laughing with his voice full of sunshine and honey. “That’s amazing. The tweets Buzzfeed picked are awesome.”
He nods at the camera and grins, “Call me Joshua Hung from now on,” adding a little tease with his eyes and that smug confirming confidence.
Dokyeom giggles, repeating, “Joshua Hung.”
Joshua chuckles through his clenched teeth, and says it again, “Joshua Hung.”
Dokyeom repeats it, “Joshua Hung.”
And he mimics him again in this silly back-and-forth, “Joshua Hung.”
Dokyeom exaggerates it even more by finally just saying just, “Hung.”
He leans toward the front laughing but pointing at Dokyeom while facing the opposite direction, “Dude.” It probably hasn’t fully clicked for Dokyeom yet what he’s basically saying over and over.
Joshua keeps reading tweet after tweet, and every one of them hits him in the chest. It keeps flabbergasting him, pushing his expression into that strained smile/smirk he gets when he’s shocked and amused at the same time. He looks at the publicist after every other filthy tweet, waiting for them to realize how unhinged the selections are, but no one stops anything at any point. The camera keeps rolling. Dokyeom keeps giggling. Dino keeps nodding. And Joshua keeps getting more overwhelmed and smug.
He wants to do his best to soften the translations, but every time he considers it, he gives up immediately and gives everything raw. If these tweets are insane, then they can all suffer together. He makes sure both Dokyeom and Dino understand exactly what those tweets mean, all the innuendos included and he watches their expressions closely to confirm they got it.
“I'd commit crimes for Dino's slutty hands to be wrapped around my throat.” Dino reads it out loud while staring at his phone while Joshua’s already grinning because he read ahead. He waits for Dino’s reaction, but Dino stays silent, staring straight at the screen after finishing reading. The total lack of response throws Joshua off, so he looks up to see him but when realizes Dino’s flabbergasted too, he bursts into laughter.
Dokyeom points at Dino. “This could potentially make you a criminal.”
Dino looks down at his hand while the older two watch him. “Yeah, you’re right. The neck… well, alright.” He lifts his hand and makes a finger gesture toward the camera, inviting, come on, come on, tilting his head and giving a teasing seductive look.
Dokyeom mutters, “I’m feeling the second hand embarrassment.”
But the shoot still keeps going, and every tweet gets filthier. It sparks something in Joshua that he can’t hide even if he tries. It doesn’t help that at some point he directly/indirectly admits he’s a Dom switch, and then pretends he has no idea what mpreg is, even though the fans keep sending things that clearly prove they want to either breed him or get bred by him.
Joshua tries to stay composed, but he can feel his body reacting the longer this continues. He hopes that when you see this video after it’s released, he’ll get hit hard again even though he knows he’ll get it later today too. He just knows he can’t go any longer without being in your arms, but for now, he has to suffer through his desires. He feels himself growing, and internally prays that no one notices, but the thought of what might happen if they do makes his chest tighten.
He crosses his legs for the rest of the shoot and stays like that until the camera finally cuts.
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“So now you know how thirsty they’re for you.” You fold your arms as he finishes telling you about the tweets. A smirk curls on your lips that you know gets under his skin every time.
Joshua steps closer smug as hell, his shoulders loose and relaxed from confidence. “I already knew they were thirsty,” he says. “But reading it out loud on camera was something else.” His voice drops a little when he says it, though, and his eyes stay locked on yours as he moves toward you.
You put your hand on his chest and shove him back with a laugh. “Dokyeom and Dino must’ve had fun.” You back up a step while chuckling, and he follows the sound of your voice.
His eyes stay on your mouth. “Dokyeom saying the filthiest things in that innocent voice without having a clue what it meant was insane to be honest.”
“I wonder how they even knew you were big.”
His eyebrows lift. “Why not?” His implication sharpens with smugness he doesn’t bother to even hide. “Dokyeom kept calling me Joshua Hung again and again, anyway.”
“If you entertain it, obviously Dokyeom will have fun with it.” You state the obvious. “That’s why he’s my bias.”
His whole expression darkens before he even realizes he has moved closer. He steps into your space, grabs your waist, and slightly pushes you backward. Your back hits the wall lightly and your breath catches. “When are you going to stop calling him your bias?” Joshua asks with warning.
“Never,” you stare straight at him.
His jaw tightens as his hand comes up and closes around your hip, pulling you forward. The curl of his fingers sends a clear message that he’s done joking. “You think you’re funny?” His voice drops. “You think I won’t handle you for running your pretty little mouth?”
You swallow but you don’t fold. “You’re smug because of some thirst tweets. Relax.”
His jaw flexes. “Relax? You keep talking and you expect me to relax?” He steps closer and his chest brushes yours. “Say it again. I dare you.”
You tilt your chin up and refuse to give in. “I will, who knows.”
He stares you down while his hand slides higher on your waist with enough pressure to remind you he could pick you up easily if he wanted to. “You’re going to make me lose it,” he says. “Keep pushing me and I’ll fuck your attitude so bad you won’t stand straight tomorrow.”
You gasp at the sound of his voice but refuse to give him the satisfaction. “You talk big for someone who got flustered reading some tweets.”
“You really want to test me tonight?” His breath warms your cheek when he leans in. His hand pins your hip harder. “I’ll wreck you so fucking bad you won’t even remember Dokyeom’s name.”
“Yeah sure. I’ll just say it louder,” you shoot back and meet his eyes without fear.
He steps even closer, close enough that you can feel every breath he takes. “Say it and see what happens.”
“Dokyeom,” you whisper just to provoke him.
“Princess, you’re trying me.”
“Nice. Dokyeom.”
“You’re not walking out of this room after this,” he warns.
“We’ll see—” but before you can say anything more, his hand tightens on your waist and his mouth crushes yours.
Chest pressing against yours, making you feel his grin against your cheek as he tilts his head down. You try to pull back but he nudges you, forcing you to stay.
“You think you can be a brat and call him your bias?” the smugness twisting your stomach. His hands slide down slightly to grip you with more insistence. “Again. You’re testing me, princess, and I don’t like being tested.”
You can’t help the laugh that escapes but try to hide the way your body reacts to the way he holds you. “I’m just stating facts,” you tease, shoving him lightly but ineffectively. He doesn’t budge and only presses you further against the wall which makes you feel the hardness of him on your thigh through his jeans. The warmth of him is getting impossible to ignore now.
Before you know it, you find yourself grinding against him almost instinctively, the friction of your bodies against each other making your core tingle. Joshua lips leans closer to brush your jaw, then the side of your neck. “Such a little brat,” his words dripped with mockery, “so eager and stubborn. Are you sure you’ll enjoy this?”
You can’t even answer before he tilts his hips to press his cock against your clothed pussy, letting the friction make your knees weak. A literal pathetic moan slips past your lips, making him smirk against your neck, hands roaming the curves of your sides and pulling you close so your bodies move together.
“You think you’re so ready for me?” he slides his hands beneath your shirt to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples over the lace of your bra. “But I’m not done with you yet. I want to make sure you feel every bit of this.” He rocks his hips slowly, letting the head of his cock brush against your wetness, and you realize how much you are completely at his mercy.
Your back arches into him with uneven breaths, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. “Joshua… I…” your voice trembles, but it comes out as a breathless whine instead of a full protest.
“I could make you beg right here, princess,” he brushes his lips with yours in a teasing fleeting kiss just simply to make your heart skip. His hand slides down to grab your ass through your skirt, guiding your hips so every movement drives the friction harder against your soaked panties.
“I… I’m not… begging!” you gasp even as your body betrays your words with shudders and little moans.
“Mm, such a liar,” he teases, tilting his head down to capture your lips in a longer, possessive kiss. Tongue slides along yours, teasing, tasting, pulling out a gasp from your throat. His hand slips under the waistband of your panties, very slightly touching your clit. “You like being held like this, don’t you? So desperate… and still acting stubborn.”
You bite your lip, still trying your best to sound smug. “I… I can— obviously handle more,” you manage to gasp but your hips buckle automatically against his. Your own body betrays your teasing words and that’s when it hits you with a shiver that he could push you to your limits and beyond without ever speaking a word.
Joshua chuckles against your mouth and slides lower to grip your bare thigh, pressing you harder into him. “Darling, are you sure you can handle what’s coming?” He grinds harshly, cock pressing right against your dripping pussy to tease you through the thin fabric, and it scares you just how right he is.
“I… no… yeah— yes…” you falter, words trailing into breathless whimpers.
He moves slightly to let your panties bunch under his fingers and brush against the wetness between your folds, teasing your entrance. “Baby, I’ll ruin you. You’re not ready for me and it’s not worth the risk to make you hate me.” You damn well know he’s just taking advantage of your desperation.
Your knees trembling but manage to arch into him. “I… I’m ready!” you gasp with a voice shaky but defiant.
“Then stop shaking and fucking open your legs more for me.”
You spread your legs a little more for him without another word.
“Good girl… but your body’s telling me you’re nervous,” he drags his fingers across your panties again.
“I’m not nervous,” you lie and clutch his shoulders even tighter.
“Sure you aren’t,” he leans in to kiss your lips real quick.
“Joshua… j-just— just shut up and touch me properly,” you try to regain even a sliver of control.
“Do you really want me to touch you properly? What’s coming for you is already enough to make you skip work. You want to make it worse?”
“Yeah— maybe I do,” you fire back even though your voice shows how scared you actually are for tomorrow. You have a fucking meeting to attend.
“I see, I see, you’re already intimidated. Why are you acting? I can go easy if you admit your defeat and call me your bias” he says.
“You wish,” you say with a shaky smirk. “You’re barely even warming me up.”
“Oh, really? You’re talking big for someone who can’t stop shaking,” he replies with a laugh as he presses you harder into the wall, grinding his cock along your pussy, slick and hot through your soaked panties.
Your thighs tremble around him, hips rolling. “P… please… Joshua…” you gasp.
His hands slide over your body. You press back to grind against him again as friction pressed your wet pussy against the hard length of his cock through his pants. A shaky laugh escapes you, more of a whimper, “J-Joshua… I can’t… I—” The words tumble out nonsensically, lost to the overstimulation already building in your core by now.
“Uh, it’s you who thinks you’re so ready for this,” he mocks, “but I’m not done with you yet, pretty. I want to see you begging… I want to feel you completely undone before I let you have it all.”
In a second, he moves his hands to cup your breasts over your bra as another hand slid between your legs to tease at your slick folds. He scissors two long fingers inside you pumping and spreading, making your hips jerk uncontrollably. You feel yourself losing the ability to think with the tension he’s knotting. “Feel that, baby? I’m just getting started,” his smirk is dark against your neck. “Can’t take it?”
“Yes… oh… Joshua… I can’t… mmm…” you gasp, pussy clenching around his fingers, ovaries exploding already from every stroke and glide. “I… I need… I’m going to—ohhhh…”
Joshua presses closer, grinding his clothed big cock along your soaked pussy, every movement of his was intentionally designed to overstimulate you. “Want to prove me wrong, pretty? Take it completely when I’ll give it to you. You’re mine to push.”
Your knees suddenly buckle and your body tilts forward in a helpless collapse— but Joshua catches you instantly, an arm locking around your waist before you hit the floor. He holds you upright with ease in a way that it’s telling he’s not letting you fall no matter how undone you get.
Your hands clutch at him, pulling and gripping to try to keep your balance, and survive the overstimulation. But Joshua’s hands are everywhere and your body desperate for release you can’t ask for yet.
Every inch of contact was a teasing controlling dance that left you undone and completely at his mercy. “J-Joshua… please— I can’t handle it, but I need it— just…”
“Ojay,” he whispers against your lips, “but I’m going to make sure you can… before I let you have the rest.”
“Shit. Jo—shua… I don’t think I—.”
Your hands claws at his back. His fingers pumped your clit through the wetness pooling around them. “Just one more finger, baby, come on… you got this,” he whispers, but then repeated it teasingly two more times before letting you tremble free for the moment, legs ready to divorce.
You let out a ragged whine. “I… I’m… going to—oh Joshua, don’t stop… don’t stop, please…”
He smirks seeing your reaction, and guides your wrists toward the nearb table now still holding you. You can feel every pulse in your pussy as he leans back slightly to let you take the lead for just a moment. “Go on… show me what you can do.”
You let your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard length of his cock against your lower belly. This time, you roll your hips yourself just to make him groan.
“You’re driving me crazy… god, sweetheart,” His hands remained on your hips. “Keep going… don’t stop. Make me yours, baby.”
The heat and friction became overwhelming for you now. Your body trembles violently and you moan helplessly as the first wave of orgasm hits. Pussy clenched—Joshua held you close, hands keeping you pressed against him as your body rides out the intense release and legs divorcing level of pleasure took over.
No sooner had you caught a breath than he pressed closer again, but this time letting you tease him back in return, grinding against his cock as he leaned back with groans with his own arousal evident. “You like having me under you, don’t you?” He smiles as his fingers guide your hips, helping you control the movement just perfect to drive him crazy.
You rolled against him, grinding, fingering, pressing, teasing until a wave hit him, groans escaping and surrendering fully under your touch. He’s literally shaking from the pleasure of your hands and hips. When it finally settled, he held you close again and forehead pressed to yours, smirk soft but still cocky. “Okay… and we’re still just getting started,” he murmurs.
Joshua lifts you and then puts you down onto the soft sheets of the bed with hands still firm on your hips to keep you pinned so you can’t escape him. Your body trembles from the overstimulation, pussy dripping and clit already swollen and sensitive. He leans down over your ear, “you’re such a good girl… but on a serious note, you’ve got to let me make you ready for me.”
Before you can respond, his mouth is on your pussy hot and wet, tongue gliding over your clit flicking and circling, and most of all teasing. You gasped arching into him despite yourself. “Oh… Joshua… I…!” Your words came out as breathless whimpers and incoherent. He chuckles against your folds while his teeth lightly graze your sensitive nub, making your toe curl automatically.
His thick, long fingers slide inside you alongside his tongue, scissoring slowly plus pumping in and out, stretching and making sure every inch of your wet pussy was alive and dripping. “Just one more finger, baby… come on, you got this,” he says, and you whimper, hips bucking.
You come, body convulsing around his fingers and mouth, your sensitive pussy clenching hard. Cum slicks over his lips and fingers as he teases you relentlessly. “Mmm, that’s it, sweet, pretty girl… good girl…” he pulls back only slightly to let you catch a breath.
But he’s not done. He scissors three fingers deep into you again, curling them inside you and putting pressure just on the right spots. “One more time, baby… I want you so wet for me. I don’t want it to hurt when I go in,” his tongue flicks your clit in tandem with the pumping of his fingers.
Heat pools inside you. “Joshua… I— I can’t… ohhhh… baby…!”
When he coaxes a second softer orgasm out of you, he presses his thumb over your clit and licks with his mouth and fingers, “that’s it, princess. Can’t get enough, can I?” Your body shakes, soaking the bed and completely undone.
He lets you breathe for only a moment again before diving back in with his thick long fingers pumping, tongue teasing and his hand holding your hips to keep you still. “One more, baby… last one before I take what’s mine,” he whispers, and you whine helplessly (but still in a good way!), eyes fluttering. You come a third time shivering, hips jerking against his mouth and fingers.
Joshua finally pulls back before overstimulation becomes pain, smirking cocky and lips glistening with your release. “Good girl… so ready for me now, pretty,” he grabs your wrists gently to guide your hands to help you move as he slowly begins undressing himself and you. Jeans slide down to reveal the hard, thick cock you’ve been grinding against all night. His hand brushed your panties aside as he slid slowly inside your soaking folds, coating himself with your cream.
You gasp at the feeling of his size and thickness, fingers clutching the sheets. “Joshua… oh my God… it’s so—” you whisper, overwhelmed. There has been times that this same one eyed monster fucked you several times a day, but you’re still not used to it.
He smirks hovering over you, one hand brushing your cheek while his thumb grazes your lower lip. “Say my name, baby,” he murmurs and presses fully into you while still teasing your lips and clit.
You grin, “Seventeen,” and bite your lip and watch his smirky smile form. “S-say— say the name, Seventeen.”
Joshua groans, rolling his hips as he lets the head of his cock slide deeper with each thrust in your dripping entrance. “You brat, huh… you’re going to regret that,” he grips your hips but still empathetically, he still goes slowly and carefully and stretches you fully. Your breath hitches when your thighs tremble around him as your body adjusts to the heat and girth. “God… you feel so good, pretty girl,” smirk still cocky as he lets you ride him slowly at first, adjusting your angles.
Joshua slowly withdrew out of you to let you adjust. Then, with a smirk, he presses back inside, stretching you fully buried deep and making you scream a little. Your back arches all while your fingers tangle in his hair to hold him close. “God… yes, you feel so perfect,” this time you groan as a cocky smirk forms on his lips as he begins to thrust slowly, letting you feel every inch.
His hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts over the bra before sliding his hand inside to cup them bare. His thumbs brushing your nipples. You moan and tighten your hold in his hair. “You like that, baby? My hands on your tits while I fuck you like this?”
He slides one hand up your spine, and feel him pause for a heartbeat before his thumb hooks beneath the strap and his other fingers find the clasp of your bra. A quick tug and twist, and the metal slips free like it’s obeying him. Your breath stutters. The straps slacken instantly, the cups loosening against your chest. His mouth curves in the corner of his lips, but it’s not smug like before.
“Okayyy,” you say before he takes the chance to flaunt it. You can see it coming.
“Not bad,” his voice barely breath as the bra falls open between you. His eyes fall down to your chest, then back to your face. “Guess it’s easier than I expected.”
He lets the fabric slip away completely, tossing it aside without looking and his hands returning to your breasts. His thumbs flicking your nipples that still makes your body jump. “Perfect,” he pulls you closer by your hips as he sinks deeper into you.
“Oh God, J-Joshua…,” you whimper, nails dragging down his scalp. Every push makes your stomach tighten. Pressing against the bulge of his cock fills you perfectly, slick with your cream. Your thighs shake and legs spread wider around him, pussy aching and already very sensitive from all of it.
He leans down in a teasing kiss, tongue slipping in while one hand still cupped your breast, fingers circling the hard nipple. “Mmm… such a good girl… taking all of me,” his thrusts pick up pace, cock hitting just the right spots inside your wet pussy. “Mine… all mine, pretty girl. Can’t get enough of you.”
You gasp, pulling on his hair with one hand and the other clutching his shoulder. “Joshua… so good… don’t stop… please… harder…” you moaned.
He smirks cockily, “can’t take it? Too much for you, princess? You’re such a little brat… but I like it. I love how you’re mine, how wet and ready you’re for me.” He thrusts deeper, driving you closer to the edge.
“Ah… Joshua… oh my God… I… I’m close…!” you gasp, pussy clenching tightly around his thick cock. His hands grip your hips to hold you in place while he rubs your nipples with his thumbs in tandem with his hard thrusts.
“Come on, baby… come for me… show me how good you are,” and you shatter around him, body convulsing, cream slicking over his cock. Your hands clutch his hair tighter and pull him down to you, breathless moans filling the air.
He holds you through it but still moves inside you slowly. “That’s it, princess… such a good girl…,” he groans.
He twitches at the sight of his cock stretching you tight and stomach flexing with every thrust. His own arousal spiking as you cling to him.
“You feel that? That’s me deep inside you…”
You shiver as he starts picking up pace again, one hand still tangled in his hair. “Joshua… oh God… please…!” you moan, clenching down on his cock.
“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Can’t handle? You’re mine to push… mine to breed… You’re so wet… so ready… and I’m not stopping until I breed you.”
“Then do it— breed me—”
“You want it that badly? Say… say it again— Tell me you’re ready to take everything.”
“I’m ready— I said I’M READY— give it to me, Joshua— just don’t stop.”
“I’ll give you all of it, but promise you won’t cry when you can’t handle it.”
“I won’t— I can take you more— I promise— just keep going—”
Your body convulse again, nipples hard under his hands. He grin, thrusting deep and fast and pulling you closer, stomach pressing perfectly against yours. “That’s it… come for me again, baby,” he whispered.
You scream and tremble through the next orgasm as he drives you completely undone. His groans filled the room all while his cock was twitching inside you, stomach bulging against yours with every thrust.
“J-Joshua— I can’t— I can’t— but don’t stop— don’t stop— please—”
He slows for a moment to let you catch your breath but doesn’t stop teasing. “Good girl… my pretty princess… can’t get enough of you,” his hands roaming your body, cock still deep inside you.
His palm slid down your stomach again, fingers spreading wide as he pressed lightly to make the bulge of his cock rise under your skin. His breath catches as a shaky sound in your ear. “Look at that,” he whispers with hunger. “You’re taking me so deep I can feel myself from the outside… fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” He touches the skin of your stomach to feel it under his fingertips.
Your breath hitches with your eyes fluttering half-open, half-close when your mind’s trying to hold onto consciousness but your body is drowning in pleasure. Your lashes tremble like they are being blown by the heat of his breath. “Joshua… please… don’t stop… I– I need more…” your voice breaking into tiny whimpers.
“Yeah? You want more? Beg me.”
“I want you— please, give it to me—”
His hips snap forward to force a choked moan from your throat. “That’s my girl,” he starts to pace rougher for your pleasure. “So fucking needy for me.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders. “Yes— yes— please don’t slow down—”
“Oh, I’m not slowing down,” he laughs softly. “Especially when you’re still clenching like that.”
“Joshua— fuck— I can’t—”
“Yes, yes, you can, babe...” your thighs tremble and clench around him as your walls tighten. “You’re mine to fill,” he whispers into your mouth. “Mine to breed.”
Your breath hitch. “I told you… Then do it— do it, baby— make me yours—”
He groaned like your words punched air out of him. “Fuck, sweetheart… No, don’t say things like that unless you want me to lose it.”
“I want you to lose it,” your hands suddenly slide up his chest and push lightly. It was’nt to stop him, but to flip the moment. While he’s dazed by the heat, you move your hips and roll him onto his back with a breathless grunt. His eyes widen as you climb on top of him, sinking down on his cock again.
“Baby— what—” his head tips back as his hands fly to your hips.
You press a palm to his chest and ride him with a desperate rhythm that makes his breath break in shards. “Lose it,” you lean over him. “I can take it. Let go for me.”
His fingers tighten helplessly. “Fuck— I… you’re— sweetheart, I can’t— I’m gonna—”
“You will,” you tell him. “I want you like this.”
He looks wrecked beneath you with half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks. Every part of his control unravels in your hands as you bounce on him and squeeze around him with every roll of your hips. You lean down to kiss his jaw, “Let me ruin you, Shua.”
His groan was ragged but that’s the exact moment he lost the last thread of control for a second but then regained it after breathing pauses for both of you. He snaps his hips again, making your breath shudder. “God… you’re gonna kill me.”
He tries to roll you onto your back, but instead, you push him back and straddle him. But after a few thrusts he grips your waist, sits up, and gently turns you beneath him and adjusts himself inside you again, which makes your legs shake so hard from the adjustment that you could barely push your words out. You understand that he’s at it again so you don’t mention fighting him. “Please— Joshua— don’t stop— don’t pull out—”
He grips your waist. “Baby… if I come inside you right now— I won’t stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” you cry out.
“Fuck—” he groans, forehead presses to your cheek. “You’re driving me insane.”
Your body convulse again with another orgasm tearing through you without warning and your pussy fluttering uncontrollably around his cock. You gasp, “Joshua— I’m— I’m coming—”
“Good girl,” he whispers against your throat all while he stays deep inside you while your body clenches around him, letting you ride the wave before he moves again. “Give it to me… fuck— squeeze me just like that—”
You cling to him, shaking. “Joshua— baby—”
“Baby… I’m close too… too close—”
“Then let go,” you say as you cup his cheeks. He freezes just for a single ½ second and is overwhelmed. Then he pulls himself out of you at the last possible second with a strangled groan. Before he can even think, your trembling hands guide him between your thighs when you see what he did. You spread your legs wider for him, voice soft but needy, “Joshua… finish on me… baby— I want...”
His hips jerk violently at your words, and he came with hot ropes spilling thick across your inner thighs, your folds, and your trembling skin. His eyes stays glued to the mess spreading over you, “fuck— look at you,” he’s daze looking at the art. “So messy… so perfect… all mine.”
Your body shake as you try to catch your breath but he’s already dragging his fingers lightly through the white streaks on your skin. Then he lifts his gaze.
“Lie back, sweetheart,” he said. “Let me clean you up.”
You didn’t need telling twice. The moment you settle against the pillows properly, Joshua smoothly slides down your body and spreads your thighs and presses a kiss to your knee. Then kiss your inner thigh, and then lower.
When his tongue touches you warm, you gasp and grab at the sheets. “J— are you? You’re gonna— I’m too sensitive—”
“I know,” he whispers into your skin. “I’ll be gentle.” And he was… at first.
He licked the mess off your thighs, each touch sending electric tingles through your overstimulated nerves. His hands held your hips firmly in place while his thumbs stroked your skin. He then slid his tongue between your folds to taste both of you mixed together.
You nearly jerk off the bed. “Baby— Joshua— oh my God—”
“Mmm,” he hums, lips sealed around your clit as he sucks smoothly. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”
Your entire body trembles. You came again unexpectedly with just the almost painful electric sensation that you’re getting down there with a soft desperate cry that breaks from your lips. He stays with you through it, kissing you as you shake.
When it finally eases, he kisses your stomach, your chest, your throat, and pulls you into his arms, you throw your leg over his waist and press your forehead to his collarbone. His hand stroked your spine in lazy lines. “You okay?” he asks into your hair.
“Mhm… just… ruined.”
He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “Good. Come here.” His arms wrap around you to hold you tight against his chest. Your breathing finally slows and syncs with his. He tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers, “stay right here. I’ve got you.”
You both close your eyes and stay like that in silence between you. It was intense and slightly painful, but in a way that made you ache with pleasure. Your legs feel weak, and with your eyes closed, you can only sense his even breaths against you. Minutes pass quietly like that until you feel a slight nudge. You open your eyes to find him lifting you with his arms sliding under your thighs and back. Your body reacts before your brain can catch up, and a surprised yelp escapes your lips.
“Does it hurt?” worry threading his voice.
“No… I’m fine,” you whisper even though your legs are trembling still.
He carries you carefully to the bathroom and helps you sit on the stool. His hands are firm but gentle as he helps you clean up. You notice the soft brush of his fingertips while making sure you’re comfortable the entire time. Once finished, you both go through your night routine together and take your time with it because every muscle in your body and his too, is sore and spent. By the time you crawl back into bed, exhaustion has taken over. You collapse into his arms, face pressed to his chest, and he brushes your hair back.
“I pushed you too far, didn’t I?” he asks with a chuckle but laced full of concern.
You lift your head slightly to look at him, still catching your breath. “I liked it,” you admit. “It was… a lot, but I liked it.”
He smiles faintly, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m glad. I needed to make sure you could handle it, but I didn’t mean to hurt you too much.”
You tilt your head back against his chest. “You didn’t. I want it… I liked it.”
“I know,” he runs a hand over your spine again. “But I also need to make sure you’re okay. That’s important to me.”
“I’m okay,” you murmur. “Really. I trust you.”
He sighs, relief washing his features. “Does it hurt anywhere?” he scans your face for any sign of discomfort.
“No,” you shake your head. “I’m sore… but not in a bad way. Just… tired and happy, I guess.”
He hums, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “Good. I just… I don’t want to overdo it.”
“You didn’t,” you say. “I couldv'e handled more… but I’m okay now.”
He smiles down at you, voice teasing but still nice all the way. “No you couldn’t and, well, I would’ve fucked you today anyway, but the bias thing really pushed me over the edge.”
You giggle, and lean against him. “You’re ridiculous. But I like it.”
He presses a kiss to your temple. “I know. You always like it when I push you, don’t you?”
“I do,” you poke your tongue at him, looking up. “I like it when you’re… in control.”
“I could have done a lot more if I’d been thinking clearly,” he smirks slightly. “Would’ve tied you up… maybe taken even more time to wreck you properly.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he counters, brushing your cheek.
“I love you,” you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.
He sighs, eyes looking like it’ll melt. “I love you too,” he says.
Both of you eventually fall asleep, granted you had both had an intense night. You have a meeting tomorrow that you really need to cancel as there’s just no way you can attend without making a fool of yourself.
-
You wake up feeling a weight on your chest, rising and falling with your every breath. Joshua. His hair brushes your arm, and you can feel his breathing. For a second, you just lie there savoring the heat of his body, and a smile creeps onto your lips.
Your fingers trail lightly along his shoulder, and press your palm against the curve of his side, letting him feel your touch without moving too fast. His eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, and a small groan escapes him when he realizes where your hand rests.
“Morning,” you whisper over his ear.
“Morning,” he whispers back, but his voice is already softening under your touch. His hands automatically move to your hips, but you slide them just slightly away, letting him hover there, unsure and wanting.
You move closer and press your body into his, letting your chest brush against his as your hands explore him. His lips part as a moan slips out, and you feel him melting under your teasing. “Y—you’re… so soft… like this,” he breathes.
You lean down, ghosting your lips over the curve of his neck, your hands tracing down his arms, over his chest, and then resting on his stomach. He shivers at every touch, and when you slide your fingers just lightly beneath the waistband of his sleep shorts, his hips press up just tehn. “Baby… wait,” his voice trembling with need, but he doesn’t push you away.
Instead, he melts. You grind your hips against him lightly, feeling his hardness under you, his hands reluctantly guiding but mostly surrendering. His breath caught between groans and whimpers. “God—”
A smile spreads on your lips as you tease him further. “I can feel you, Joshua… so ready for me,” your lips brush against his skin in little nips. He arches into you, pressing his chest down, arms wrapping around you desperately.
His hand trails down to your hip. “You’ve got work today… Are you really going to cancel it for me?”
You brush your nose against his collarbone. “I can’t even stand up properly, Shua… but,” you look at him with a smirk, “at least, I can do this for you. Don’t wanna get up.”
“Do you… really want this?” his gaze darkens.
“Yes,” your fingers trail down his torso again. “I want to make you feel good… I want to do something for you too. I’m not that tired anymore.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he breathes.
You press a kiss to his lips and let your tongue brush his, lips parting slightly. The kiss deepens just a little before you pull back to whisper against his mouth, “you ready?” and he nods as you down with your lips tracing down his chest, stomach, until your mouth hovers over the waistband of his shorts.
Sliding them down just enough, you reveal his hard dick fully. Your fingers lightly stroke the base before your lips wrap around him. You take him in slowly, your tongue tease the underside as your hands glide up to cup his thighs for support.
His head tips back as his fists tangle in your hair as his hips press into your mouth. “Fuck, baby…” he maons. “Oh… fu—”
You move and tease with your mouth and tongue, swirling, licking, taking him in as much as you possibly can. You watch his expression, see the way his eyes flutter and lips part. His hands clutch your hair tighter to guide your head just slightly as you continue.
“You feel so good, baby… oh God… just like that…” he groans as you continue with your lips and tongue working together. The tension in his body builds until a guttural moan escapes him, hips jerking. “I’m—fuck—oh God, baby—” His warm and thick release spills over your tongue and lips, and you hold him still with your hands, swallowing while letting him ride the sensation.
Afterward, you slowly sit back with your lips glistening, looking up at him. He pulls you close and wraps an arm around you as you press your face into his chest. His hand brushes your hair back, thumb stroking your temple.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Mhm…,” you murmur.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he whispers. You both drift back into the cozy morning, wrapped in each other, the world outside temporarily forgotten. For now.
Note from author: Oh, woowww, another angsty/argument-related post??? 👀👀👀 Who would have thought???
On a more serious note, thank you babes for keeping up with me, I know that for the past few months I have been extremly bad at posting, but I am trying to get back to it, because I love it. Hope you will enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.♥️♥️
Summary: Hyung Line having an argument with you before the concert. And yes, it is always their fault because the girlies are always right 🫰🏻
Warnings: None, just my delusions 🤟🏻
1️⃣ S.Coups:
You and Cheol fought like every couple, but you two always managed to add a little extra heat. The slammed calls, the texts sharper than they needed to be, tiny sparks that sometimes lit up into something bigger when nerves were high.
Now he was backstage, minutes from opening night. The hum of the crowd pressed against the walls like a heartbeat. He’d done this a hundred times, but tonight the argument sat heavily on his shoulders. He’d called you ten times in the last two hours. No answer. Location off. His thoughts ran in tight circles.
A tech clipped the last cable into his in-ear pack. Out of the corner of his eye, movement. He turned, and there you were, leaning against a metal pillar, arms crossed, watching him.
“Babe…” It came out small, like he’d set it carefully on the floor.
You pushed off the pillar with a sigh that carried the whole fight and set it down between you. “Hey, petty boy.”
He almost smiled. Almost. The staff tried to gather his cables as he stepped toward you, dragging two of them like confused ducklings.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, voice low, eyes searching your face like it might vanish.
“I know,” you said softly, hand lifting to touch his cheek before you caught yourself. “You have to go.”
“I didn’t mean what I said,” he blurted. “Not like that. I was…tired. And scared. And then you hung up and…”
“You hung up first,” you said, but there was no venom in it. Just the fact of it.
His mouth twisted. “Right. I did. I panicked. I hate when you’re not here.”
“I turned my location off because I needed a minute,” you said. “Not because I was disappearing.”
He nodded too fast. “I know. I know now. I just…God, I spiralled. I kept thinking you were out there upset, and I put you there and…”
A stagehand waved from the wings, two minutes.
You put your palm flat on his chest. Felt his heart kick. “Cheol.”
He stilled.
“We’re not perfect,” you said. “But I’m here. I came.”
He swallowed. “Can we talk after? Really talk? Not…across a battlefield.”
“Yes,” you said. “After. No phones. No dramatic exits.”
A breath of a laugh broke out of him, surprised and grateful. “Deal.”
Another wave, one minute.
He leaned in, forehead touching yours. “I’m sorry,” he said again, quieter, like the apology belonged right between you and nowhere else.
“I know,” you repeated, and this time you let your hand find his jaw, thumb warm against the edge of his in-ear wire. “I’m mad, and I love you. Both can be true.”
His eyes softened. “I love you. I never doubt that part. I just…sometimes I don’t know how to hold it without squeezing too hard.”
“Then don’t squeeze,” you said. “Just hold.”
He let out a breath. The noise of the crowd swelled, a wave rolling toward shore.
“Go,” you said, giving his chest a gentle push. “Go do what you do. I’ll be right here when you come off.”
2️⃣ Jeonghan:
Ah, yes, petty fights if you’ve ever seen one. Not the door-slamming, plate-shattering kind with this one. Worse. The kind where he goes quiet. He doesn’t raise his voice, he just withdraws, face smooth as glass, and starves you of words until your own start curdling in your throat. And the worst part? He’s not blameless. He knows it. You know it. You’d spent the afternoon chasing him from room to room like a shadow begging its owner to turn around. Five hours ago, you finally gave up, snatched your keys, and walked out before you said something you couldn’t unsay.
Now, backstage, Jeonghan realizes he may have engineered his own undoing.
He’s a man of ritual and superstition. Every show, the same three things, exactly three sips of warm water; shoulder rolls, two forward, four back, and a text from you that reads, without fail, “I love you, you are the best.” Four years of concerts, and not one has started without that message.
Tonight, the cup is there. The shoulders roll. But his phone stays silent.
“Jeonghan, I’m telling you again,” his manager says, palm flat to his chest, stopping him mid-step. “You can’t go off now. You’re on in five.”
“Please,” Jeonghan says, trying to keep his voice even and failing. “I know she’s here. Just two minutes. I need to find her.”
“She’s not,” the manager replies, already glancing at the clock. “I checked the guest list twice. She didn’t check in. Shoes on. Now.”
Jeonghan exhales, the sound short and sharp. He swallows his third sip of water like it’s a dare, shoves his feet into his shoes, and snatches a mic from a staff member with a muttered “Thanks.”
On the lift, lights humming underneath, the arena thundering above like weather, he stares at the metal grate as if it might blink first.
“Stage face.” Joshua says lightly, squeezing the space between Jeonghan’s shoulder blades. “Whatever it is, park it for three hours.”
“I am really not in the mood for motivational speeches, man…,” Jeonghan mutters, not looking up.
The lift rises. The roar swells. The first note hits, and habit takes the wheel. Jeonghan smiles on cue, sings on pitch, moves cleanly through the choreography, but he’s moving through fog. The crowd is a blur of lightsticks and glittered signs. He hits mark after mark like the floor is telling him where to go.
Three songs in, “Rock with You” crackles in his ear, and the left catwalk calls him like it always does. He goes, feet finding the rhythm his heart can’t. He makes himself look, really look, into the crowd, scanning faces and posters and hands.
And there you are.
You’re pressed against the barrier with your best friend clinging to your elbow, hair a little messy like you ran here, eyes bright and stubborn. You’re jumping to be seen, a poster rattling in your grip. The letters are crooked, the marker is too light in places as if the ink gave up halfway through, and the message is ridiculous and perfect: “I love you, you are the best.”
His mouth opens on a silent laugh. His shoulders, rigid for hours, loosen like a knot finally working free. He stops dead on the catwalk, and for a split second, the world funnels down to you and a sign that was clearly made ten minutes ago on a piece of poster board stolen from someone’s convenience store.
Your eyes catch his, and the annoyance you’ve been feeding all evening dies without ceremony. He doesn’t need the text. He’s reading it twelve feet away.
He mouths, slow enough for you to catch it, ‘I love you more.’
3️⃣ Joshua:
Joshua wasn’t the kind of guy who yelled. Even when you were wrong, and he knew you knew it, he didn’t raise his voice. He just… left. Not with his feet. With his eyes. The room would still hold his body, but he’d be gone, somewhere colder, somewhere you couldn’t reach. That was the worst part of fighting with Joshua, the way his quiet could make you feel like the smallest person on the planet. And he knew it.
Two days since the stupid argument, two days of clipped texts and swallowed words, and the scene kept looping in his head as he sat under the bright bulbs of the makeup mirror. The artist dabbed eyeshadow along his lids, he barely blinked.
“With or without?” someone asked behind him.
“Huh?” Joshua snapped back to the room, blinking at his reflection.
“With or without the glasses,” Hoshi said louder, pointing at the sunglasses perched on Joshua’s head like a second thought.
“It’s pitch black outside,” Joshua muttered, twisting in his chair. “Why on earth would I wear sunglasses?”
“Goddamn, you still got your panties in a bunch?” Cheol drawled from the next chair, eyes never leaving his own mirror. He adjusted his in-ear monitors like they’d personally offended him.
“I’m fine,” Joshua said, too quickly.
“Mhm.” Cheol went back to smoothing a flyaway strand, the unimpressed kind of “mhm” that meant he didn’t believe a word.
The room kept moving without Joshua. Stylists darted past with lint rollers and garment bags, a stagehand counted down minutes in a steady, rising voice. Someone laughed too loud by the door. He tried to care about the set list, the timing, the blocking, but his mind kept snagging on the last thing he’d said to you, and the way your face had fallen right before you shut the door.
Forty minutes later, the real countdown started echoing through the hallways. Joshua stood, suddenly all fingers and panic. His shirt, for reasons known only to the shirt, refused to cooperate.
“I swear to God, if this…” He yanked the hem, careful and not careful all at once. The collar snagged his mic wire. “…stupid shirt…”
He wrestled it over his head and felt his carefully shellacked hairstyle protest. A warm hand landed lightly on his bicep.
“Stop,” you said.
He froze. When he lowered the shirt, you were right there. No mascara tracks, no storm left in your eyes, just a soft focus he hadn’t earned yet. You didn’t meet his gaze. You adjusted the mic pack, unfastened the top button with steady fingers, then slid the shirt over his shoulders so it didn’t disturb a single gelled strand.
“There,” you murmured, smoothing the fabric over his chest with a tight-lipped smile “, See you after the show.”
You turned on your heel, already leaving, already taking air with you. Two days of radio silence clawed at Joshua’s throat. He moved before his brain could talk him out of it, slipping into step beside you as staff scrambled around, calling cues and carrying headsets like life preservers.
“I’m sorry,” he said, breath catching as someone clipped his transmitter in place.
You didn’t slow. “I’m sorry too.”
“I was dumb.” Hands swept over him, powder here, tape there, and still he kept his eyes on you. “I hate it when I get like that. I know I… leave.”
“You don’t leave,” you said, finally glancing at him. “You vanish while standing right in front of me. It hurts.”
“I know.” He swallowed.
A stage manager hustled by, counting down, “Three minutes! Three!”, and then someone tugged at Joshua’s waistband to hide a wire. He caught your hand before it fell back to your side and held it, quick and secret.
He exhaled, the closest thing to relief he’d felt in forty-eight hours. “I love you,” he whispered, the words almost lost under the thud of bass through the floor.
“I love you too.” You gave him a tiny, conspiratorial wink, as if it were a shared joke that love could be this loud and this delicate at once.
“Final checks!” someone called. A makeup artist floated in with a sponge, reaching for his mouth.
“Wait,” Joshua said, catching the artist’s wrist with a gentle apology in his eyes. He turned back to you, cupped your face like he could anchor himself to something softer than adrenaline, and kissed you. Not a timid hallway peck, something sure and grounding.
He let you go, just far enough. He nodded to the makeup artist. “Okay. Now I’m ready.”
4️⃣ Jun:
“I need to take your phone, Jun.”
His manager’s hand was already outstretched, steady and impatient, waiting for him to drop it before stepping onto the stage.
Jun stared at the screen a second longer than he should have. Letting go felt harder than it usually did, harder than it ever had, especially when he still hadn’t heard from you. In a few seconds, he’d be logged off from the world for over four hours, cut off completely, and the silence scared him more than the crowd ever could.
You were usually backstage by now. A quick kiss for luck, a quiet smile just for him, a few painfully unfunny jokes shared with the others. Familiar things. Comforting things.
But tonight, you weren’t there. And worse, he didn’t even know when he’d see you next, not with the way the coming weeks were packed.
He knew how this looked. He knew he messed up.
It wasn’t intentional, not really. He’d landed hours earlier than planned and thought, stupidly, that he could surprise you. One good moment carved out of a chaotic schedule. But idol life didn’t leave room for nice plans. What was supposed to be an early return to Seoul for a last-minute podcast recording turned into you discovering, through the internet, of all things, that your boyfriend had lied about when he was coming home.
That was the part that hurt the most. Not the lie itself, but the way you found out.
And Jun knew better than anyone how much you hated that.
“I am so screwed,” he muttered as the stage elevator doors slid shut behind them.
“Could’ve been worse,” Minghao replied calmly.
Jun let out a helpless breath and leaned back against the metal rail. “She’s not even gonna talk to me after this,” he said. “It’s so fucking stupid.” His eyes fell shut like that might make it disappear.
“All you’re doing right now is making it worse,” Minghao said, eyes still on the script in his hands. “Your mood isn’t gonna magically fix itself like this. And you’ve still got a whole concert to get through.”
“I know, but it feels like I made her think I don’t care,” Jun said quietly, fingers fidgeting with the mic. “Do you know how much it hurt when I called her after filming and it went straight to voicemail?” His voice wavered despite himself. “Or when I got here and the driver told me she refused the pickup and told them to leave without her?”
For the first time, Minghao glanced up at him. “Apologize later,” he said simply. “Focus now.”
The elevator jolted, began its ascent, and suddenly the arena exploded, screams, light, sound crashing over him all at once. The world demanded everything from him, whether he was ready or not.
Time stretched painfully thin. Each song dragged, each transition felt heavier than the last. It was like the universe knew exactly what he was waiting for and decided to be cruel about it.
When the concert finally ended, Jun had never moved faster in his life.
He grabbed his phone the second he was allowed to, heart pounding as he unlocked it. Part of him expected the notification bar to be empty, just like when he’d left it hours ago. No messages. No calls. Nothing.
The other part of him, stupidly hopeful, prayed for anything.
His breath caught when he saw it.
A video.
From you.
It was a short clip of him onstage earlier, lights blazing behind him, a small pink heart added in the corner. His chest tightened so hard it almost hurt. He didn’t think, he just called you immediately.
It rang twice.
“Hello?” Your voice cut through the backstage noise, soft and familiar, and it nearly broke him.
“I’m so sorry,” Jun rushed out. “Y/n, I swear I’m the stupidest person on the planet, I’m so sorry, I can’t even…”
“Hey. Hey,” you interrupted gently, firm in that way you always were. “Breathe. You’re tripping over your own words.”
“I’m sorry, babe,” he said, resting his forehead against the cold, damp wall. “I thought I could surprise you, pick you up after filming. Everything ran over schedule, and I couldn’t get to you. I should’ve told you.”
“It was stupid,” you said quietly.
The silence that followed pressed down on him, heavy and unmistakable.
“I know,” he whispered, fingers tightening around his phone. “I’m really sorry. I wish I’d told you. Thank you for coming. I really wanted to see you.”
“I left early,” you said. He could hear the TV murmuring in the background. “Didn’t want to get stuck in traffic.”
“I really thought you wouldn’t,” he admitted.
There was a pause, then your voice softened.
“Come home, Jun.”
The tension in his chest finally loosened, warmth flooding in like relief he hadn’t dared to expect.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said with a deep, shaky sigh.
5️⃣ Hoshi:
“If it’s so freaking stupid, then why did you even come?”
Hoshi’s voice slices through the waiting room, sharp enough to make the air stand still.
You’re sitting on one of those stiff wooden chairs, laptop open on your knees, the click-clack of backstage chaos muted now that the room has gone quiet. Hoshi stands by the door, already half in his sound-check outfit, hand gripping the handle like he’s holding himself back from saying more.
“Babe…” you whisper, pushing yourself up from the chair.
“No. Don’t ‘babe’ me.” His jaw tightens as he pulls the thin door halfway open. “I have a concert to finish. This is my job, Y/N.”
“I know,” you say, softer than intended, but he’s already put three long strides and a wall between you.
“No, you clearly don’t.” He lets out a dry laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be doing my head in about how annoying it is that you have to sit in ‘stupid random rooms’ while I’m freezing my ass off on stage.”
He doesn’t wait for your reply. He slips out, letting the door close behind him, taking every bit of warmth with him.
You blink, and suddenly the argument feels like it had exploded out of nowhere. Twenty minutes ago you were just venting, complaining about how your degree is eating every spare second and how you’re stuck studying anywhere you can. You weren’t attacking him. You were tired and overwhelmed, and he was the one person you thought you could unload on.
But you hadn’t read the room.
You knew he was stressed today, that’s why you’d come early, laptop and textbooks in tow. What you didn’t account for was how sensitive Soonyoung becomes when he’s anxious about a performance. One stray spark, and everything went up in flames.
Three hours pass before you admit he isn’t coming back. Not between rehearsals. Not between sets. Not even just to peek in. So you gather your things and slip out quietly to find a better spot before the concert starts.
Meanwhile, thirty minutes later, Hoshi finally comes back to his senses. He returns expecting you there, hunched over your laptop, hair falling in your face, looking up at him with that soft smile you always give him, even when you’re exhausted.
Instead, he finds an empty room.
An empty chair.
An empty space where you should be.
His stomach drops straight to the floor.
He realizes, fully and painfully, that he snapped at you for nothing. The epiphany had already hit halfway through sound check, but now the guilt settles in like ice. And if performing a four-hour show is hard while stressed, try doing it with a knot of shame sitting permanently in your throat.
Hoshi scans the crowd at least fifteen times during the concert. He double-checks the VIP box so often the cameras probably think he’s doing a bit. Each time he doesn’t find even the tiniest glimpse of you, another crack forms in his chest.
By the time the final encore ends and he steps off the backstage elevator, he’s running on autopilot. Sweat clings to him, clothes sticking to chilled skin. His heart is hammering, not from the choreography, but from dread.
The moment he pushes through the rolling door into the main hallway, his thoughts are racing at a hundred kilometers per hour, until his eyes land on you.
You’re standing there with his mother, laughing over something on your phone, face lit up with the kind of smile he’d convinced himself he’d ruined for the night.
“Thank God,” he breathes, barely audible, before he breaks into a full jog.
You don’t even have time to look up. Suddenly, you’re wrapped in a tight, sweaty embrace, pulled flush against him as he buries his face on top of your head.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, voice cracking, kissing your hair again and again, quick, frantic, apologetic. “I was so rude. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Babe, we’re okay,” you mumble into his chest, voice muffled by his damp shirt.
“Where were you?” he asks, loosening the hug just enough to see you but not enough to actually let go.
“I was in the box with your parents.” You cup his freezing cheeks with your warm hands. “God, Soonyoung, you’re ice cold.”
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” he says dramatically, lower lip jutting out. “I thought I’d died of a broken heart.”
“Actually,” you start, reaching for your phone, “my resident doctor said that’s…”
“Just shut up, idiot,” he laughs, lifting your chin with one cold hand and kissing you before you can finish.
6️⃣ Wonwoo:
You and Wonwoo had always fought the same way, your temper flaring fast and loud, his patience trying to match your pace, always half a step behind. It usually ended with you going quiet, a self-imposed silence you stretched for as long as you could manage. You knew it was childish. You knew it bordered on unfair. Sometimes it even left you wondering if you asked too much of his patience, if taking up that much emotional space made you difficult to love.
But this time, this time, it really was his fault. And you were allowed to be mad.
It was 7 p.m., halfway through their Seoul concert, and you were seated in the VIP box with family members and a few partners of the other members. The bass thumped through the stadium, the cheers rising and falling like waves, but you barely registered any of it. You stayed rooted to your chair, jaw tight, tongue pressing firmly into the inside of your cheek as if holding everything back physically might keep you from unravelling emotionally.
Two hours earlier, Wonwoo had said it, that he found it a bit pathetic that you still got so nervous. After all these years together, after countless shared meals and backstage hellos with the other girlfriends, you still hovered near him, still needed his presence as an anchor. You knew his words hadn’t come from malice. His intentions were clumsy, not cruel. But stress turned him blunt to the point of carelessness, and you had taken the full impact of that, again.
Across the stadium, Wonwoo stood under blinding lights, smiling wide as he moved in sync with the rest of the members. To anyone watching, he looked carefree, electric, fully in his element. But even as he laughed into the mic, he knew what waited for him once the music stopped. An apology. One he owed you badly.
“Why are you looking like that?” Cheol murmured through a smile, leaning in close enough that the audience wouldn’t notice.
“Not the moment,” Wonwoo muttered back, careful with his lips. He was painfully aware of the hundreds, maybe thousands, of eyes on them.
“Then stop acting like something’s wrong,” Cheol replied, patting his back before dancing off to the other side of the stage like nothing had happened.
By the time they reached their final goodbye, you weren’t in the VIP box anymore. You were backstage now, standing beside his dad and brother, bouquet in hand as tradition dictated. Your chest felt tight, like anticipation and frustration were tangled together somewhere beneath your ribs.
Less than five minutes later, he appeared.
Sweat clung to him, his hair falling messily onto his forehead, glasses slightly fogged from the sudden shift in temperature. He looked exactly like he always did after a show, exhausted, glowing, adrenaline still humming under his skin.
You expected the routine. A hug for his dad. Mingyu bursting in with a loud joke. A long, solid embrace with his brother. And then you, a quick kiss, familiar and grounding.
But he changed direction at the last second.
Before you could even process it, his arms were around your torso, still moving forward, making you stumble back a step or two with him. He looked down at you, eyes soft, almost apologetic, the kind of look you knew too well.
“I was rude,” he said quietly.
You scoffed under your breath. “Oh. So now you’re self-aware?”
“Stress got the best of me,” he replied, calm, steady. No defensiveness this time.
“Not an excuse,” you shot back, arms still hanging stiffly at your sides.
“I know.” His voice softened further. “But you know I love having you around. I call you when I’m at the grocery store, even when you’re literally waiting for me in bed.” He laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That was really dumb of me to say.”
He reached up, gently brushing your bangs behind your ear, his touch tentative, as if he was giving you room to pull away.
“I’ll have to think about it,” you said, even as you felt the walls you’d built starting to crumble, piece by piece.
“Come on,” he murmured, dipping his head slightly until his nose brushed yours. “I missed you.”
“That’s not fair,” you whispered, a lazy smile betraying you as his breath warmed your lips. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Mmm,” was all he answered before his lips finally met yours, slow, apologetic, and familiar. You tasted salt from his sweat, warmth from his skin, and the last traces of the pettiness that had filled the space between you just hours ago, dissolving completely.
7️⃣ Woozi:
Two stubborn people with matching egos and a tendency to misfire in communication are a recipe for unnecessary tension. Anyone who’s seen you and Woozi argue would say the same: it starts small, escalates fast, and somehow lasts way longer than it ever needed to.
Woozi has always been the type who can feel an argument brewing before you even open your mouth, someone who already knows the solution before the problem fully forms. He loves you with a kind of quiet certainty that threads through every part of his life.
But the past two weeks had stretched both of you thin. Him on tour across three time zones, you flying out for a conference, barely catching each other awake. Silence settled where the comfort used to be. And then that Dispatch article, him at dinner with a female co-star, which he had mentioned in passing, but you hadn’t truly heard because you were both exhausted. You blocked him in a moment of pride and irritation, and by the time he tried reaching out, he didn’t have the energy to push harder. Not then. Not while performing, traveling, barely sleeping.
Now it was the night of their encore show in Seoul. He knew you’d flown home last night, he saw the ring camera notification light up, and it gnawed at him that you still hadn’t unblocked him. He’d tried twice today to stop by your apartment, but both times, you weren’t home. The not knowing was eating him alive.
“If it makes you feel better…” Dino says around a mouthful of egg sandwich, “my girlfriend tried calling her too. Went straight to voicemail.”
“Yeah, she turned her phone off,” Woozi mutters, exhaling hard as he scrolls through Instagram without really seeing anything.
“I think this is the longest I’ve seen you two go without talking,” Joshua adds, sliding behind him and squeezing his shoulders in sympathy.
“Petty ass fight,” Woozi mumbles, eyes glued to his screen as if he stared long enough, you’d appear.
“Petty ass fight?”
Your voice cuts clean through the room. The whole group freezes, and Jihoon’s head snaps around so fast it looks painful.
There you stand, cold from the outside, warmer from anger, looking directly at him. And he can’t decide if he wants to run to you or brace for an explosion.
“That’s what you tell them?” you continue, stepping inside the threshold of the dressing room. “That we’re fighting because of some petty argument? Not because you went to dinner with another woman while I was out of town?”
Silence folds over the room like a blanket no one asked for.
Jihoon swallows. Hard.
“Let’s not do this here,” he says quietly, quiet but firm, and heads toward the hallway. You follow, footsteps sharp against the concrete.
The makeshift corridor beneath the stage is freezing, and every breath you take comes out visible. Jihoon stands a few feet away, hands balled in his pockets, eyes never leaving you.
“I missed you,” he says softly.
“Why did you stop by my place?” Your voice wavers, but your stare doesn’t. “My neighbours saw you there. Twice.”
“You’re my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake, Y/N.” He lets out a humourless laugh. “You blocked me like we’re in high school.”
“You went out to dinner with another woman, and I had to learn about it through Dispatch.” You step closer, jabbing a finger into his chest once, sharp, accusing. “That makes me feel like you’re treating us like some high school fling.”
Jihoon inhales, eyes flicking down for a moment. He knows this is the worst possible moment, right before a concert, right after weeks apart. He also knows he loves you more than he loves being right.
So he does the one thing guaranteed to break the spiral.
“You’re embarrassing yourself right now,” he murmurs, not cruel, just honest, and he gently removes his hands from his pockets, reaching for your wrists. One by one, he lifts your hands and places them around his waist, holding them there. Holding you there.
The closeness steals the fight right out of the air. His eyes roam your face like he’s relearning it, and suddenly you feel both exposed and wrapped up in something warm.
“You know I’m in love with you,” he says, forehead dipping toward yours, voice barely more than breath. “So don’t second-guess it again.”
He presses a soft kiss onto your cold lips, lingering.
s.coups (seungcheol) he’s a head pusher. he’s a throat fucker. he’s a ‘hold your head and just fuck your face’ kinda guy and his two favorite things are semi-public quick blowjobs and after work slow but sloppy blowjobs.
jeonghan pulls when he cums, his fingers dig into your scalp as he releases down your throat or from behind. and he’s definitely not opposed to you getting a quick grab of his hair either.
joshua he’s reluctant to pull your beautiful hair, but he’ll do it for you. it’ll be gentle and sweet. he’ll get up close and kiss your neck and shoulders while tugging your ponytail.
jun he’s both. pull his hair and he’ll pull yours and love every minute of it + pushing you further down until the hair at his base tickles your nose.
hoshi head pusher who's too sensitive, he ends up sobbing but it feels too good to stop.
wonwoo he loves being able to control the way your head moves. he’ll tug your hair back for a few beats and claim your lips.
woozi head pusher, finger licker extraordinaire.
dk (dokyeom) hair pulling with seokmin is something that’s treated very casually. he poured copious amount of research and practice into the activity to ensure complete safety when it’s done.
mingyu a shameless head pusher. you’re literally spluttering and drooling everywhere, but he keeps pushing because he likes how tight your throat gets.
the8 (minghao) he might use your hair to reposition you but it isn’t a primary thought in his mind. definitely does not like having his hair yanked at.
seungkwan he likes his hair pulled more than he likes pulling but he will use it as a punishment if he is feeling particularly dominant. sometimes does it just to be annoying.
vernon unintentional head pusher. you know he doesn’t mean to. you know that it’s instinct, that it’s just him getting too lost in the moment, and honestly, if anything, it’s your fault. it’s your fault you just know him so fucking well.
dino he collects your hair back in a makeshift ponytail and guides your pace + head holder, forcing his cock down your throat and he whines while he does it.
