ⓘ : innocent / inexperienced reader being corrupted, vibrator play (through panties), orgasm control / teasing, nipple play, spanking, explicit penetrative sex, creampie, heavy praise kink, very vocal / whiny reader, light degradation mixed with affection, overstimulation (mild)
👼🏻 : requested :3
he’s been so patient with you.
weeks of soft kisses and careful hands and letting you hide your face when things got too intense. he liked it. liked how shy you still were. liked how you’d get pink all the way down your chest just from him saying dirty things in your ear.
but tonight he’s done being careful.
you’re sitting on his bed in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of plain white panties when he pulls the little pink vibrator out of the drawer. your eyes go wide immediately.
“sungchan…?”
“shh.” he kisses you slow and deep, one hand already sliding up under the shirt to rest warm on your stomach. “you trust me, right?”
you nod, small and nervous.
“good girl.” he turns it on. the soft buzz fills the room. then he presses it right against the front of your panties, directly over your clit, and holds it there.
the sensation punches a tiny shocked sound out of you. your hips jerk.
“ah—! jinsu, wait— it’s— it’s too much—”
he just watches, eyes dark and focused, mouth curved in a small pleased smile while he keeps the vibrator steady against the dampening cotton.
“too much?” he asks gently, even as he presses a little harder.
“y-yes— no— i don’t know— ah, it’s so strong, please—”
“i know.” he kisses the corner of your mouth. then your cheek. then the side of your neck, soft and sweet, while the vibrator keeps working you through the fabric. “you’re already getting wet. i can feel it. such a good girl for me.”
you whimper, high and needy. your thighs try to close but he shifts so one of his legs keeps them open. the buzz is constant and merciless. every time the pleasure spikes too fast he eases off just enough to make you chase it, then presses it back firmer. the torture is slow and deliberate.
“please, it’s— ah— i can’t—” your voice cracks into a soft whine. “it feels weird, it feels too good, please—”
his free hand slides higher under the shirt and finds your breast. he brushes his thumb over your nipple until it hardens, then pinches it lightly, rolling it between his fingers while the vibrator keeps buzzing against your clit through the soaked panties.
“look at you,” he murmurs, almost fond. “my innocent little girlfriend, squirming on a vibrator with her panties still on. so pretty when you get desperate.”
“n-not desperate—” you try, but it comes out as a high, embarrassed whimper when he pinches your other nipple harder. your back arches. “ah—! don’t— don’t say that, it’s embarrassing—”
he kisses the sound out of your mouth, swallowing the next whimper. the cotton between your legs is completely wet now. every buzz feels sharper because of it. you’re making soft little “ah-ah-ah” sounds with every pulse of the vibrator, hips twitching restlessly in his lap.
“please,” you breathe, voice already shaky and wet. “please, sungchan, it’s too much, i’m gonna— i’m gonna—”
“not yet.” he eases the vibrator off just enough to pull you back from the edge. you let out a frustrated, needy little cry and he laughs softly against your mouth. “so whiny already. cute.”
he shifts the vibrator lower, pressing the rounded head against your entrance through the wet fabric. he doesn’t push it in. just holds it there, letting you feel the shape and the relentless vibration while his mouth stays on yours and his fingers keep playing with your nipples.
“one day i’m going to put this inside you,” he whispers against your lips. “stretch this pretty cunt open while you still have your panties on. but not yet. right now i just want to watch you fall apart like this.”
“please—” you’re properly whining now, high and continuous. “please please please, i need— i need something, it feels so weird, sungchan—”
he turns the intensity up one more notch and you break with a loud, broken moan, thighs shaking, forehead dropping to his shoulder as you come in your panties. the sounds you make are soft and desperate and completely unrestrained. little sobs and whimpers and his name over and over while he holds the vibrator against you through it.
“that’s it. good girl. such a good girl for me. coming with your panties still on like that… so fucking cute.”
when the aftershocks fade he finally turns it off and sets it aside. your panties are a mess. you’re still trembling and making tiny leftover whimpers. he looks at you like he’s starving.
“turn over,” he says quietly. “on your hands and knees for me.”
you obey, still dazed and a little shy, but the second you’re in position and he pushes the shirt up you already start shifting restlessly.
“jinsu…” you whine softly. “what are you—”
the first spank cuts you off. firm. sharp. you jump with a little shocked cry.
“ah—!”
he soothes the spot with his palm before spanking the other side. then again. and again. steady, measured, turning your skin warm and pink while you gasp and rock forward with every hit. every single one pulls a high, vocal reaction out of you, soft cries and whimpers and little “please”s that don’t even know what they’re asking for.
“you take it so well,” he murmurs. another spank. another kiss pressed to the warm skin. “my sweet girl. letting me turn you into this. letting me make you all messy and pink and desperate.”
“it stings—” you whimper, pushing your hips back for more anyway. “sungchan, it stings, please—”
he spanks you until your eyes are wet and you’re properly crying out with every hit, voice high and needy and completely shameless. only then does he hook his fingers in the waistband of your panties and peel them down just enough to expose you. you’re shiny and swollen and still twitching from the vibrator.
he doesn’t make you wait any longer.
he pushes into you in one slow, deep thrust and the sound you make is loud and broken. you’re so wet from everything he did that he slides in easily, filling you completely. your arms shake.
“ah—! so big— sungchan, wait, it’s— it’s so deep—”
“i know, baby.” he starts fucking you in steady, deep strokes, the kind that make your arms give out a little. every time he bottoms out he gives your ass another light spank, and every time you clench around him and cry out. “listen to you. so vocal. so fucking pretty when you get loud for me.”
he leans over your back, chest pressed to you, mouth finding the side of your neck so he can kiss and bite and murmur filth between soft, sweet kisses. you can’t stop the sounds pouring out of you. high whimpers and broken moans and his name like a plea every time he thrusts in especially deep.
“my innocent girl,” he says against your skin, voice rough. “look at what you’re letting me do to you. vibrator through your panties, spanking, taking my cock like you were made for it. you’re doing so fucking good.”
“please—” you’re sobbing it now, soft and continuous. “please please please, i’m gonna come again, i can’t— sungchan—”
you come with a loud, wet sob, face pressed into the sheets, and he fucks you through it without slowing down, chasing his own orgasm with sharper thrusts until he spills deep inside you with a low, punched-out groan while you keep whimpering and twitching under him.
he stays buried for a long moment, breathing hard, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, the back of your head while you make tiny leftover sounds against the sheets. then he carefully pulls out and gathers you into his arms, tugging the shirt down to cover you, tucking your face against his chest.
“you okay?” he asks quietly, thumb stroking your cheek. “was that too much?”
you shake your head, still floating, voice small and wrecked and a little sticky.
“…it was perfect. but my butt stings…”
he laughs softly against your hair, fond and a little proud, and holds you tighter.
⌗ahotwetsituation — joining sungchan in the hot tub during a trip with your friends
( j. sungchan x fem!reader ) • warnings. strangers to ? , light flirty , nipple play , pool sex , unprotected sex 𓄵 word count. 864 { back to library }
( request ). but i was wondering (if you’ve seen that movie/or if not i would highly reccomend) could you write something inspired by the hot tub scene (minus all of the context nd them fake dating) hot tub sex w sungchan omg😍😍😍😍😍 u don’t go down to have sex but how could u not when he looks that fine..
you didn’t know sungchan well ; he was a friend of your friend's boyfriend ; she’d invited you for a trip to her family’s cabin for the weekend , and of course you weren’t gonna say no — seems like her boyfriend had the same idea , extending his invite to sungchan.
you and sungchan had met twice before; at a party also hosted by your best friend and her boyfriend. the two of you barely speaking before going the other way , you didn’t hate each other — you kinda just didn’t acknowledge each other.
which is why this made the current situation extremely awkward and uncomfortable — sungchan sitting in the lit up hot tub; a towel in your hand , standing in your bikini. “oh hi.”
“hi.” the two of you staring at each other , waiting for the other to talk. “did you want to get in?”
“oh um yeah.” you said. “but i can wait until you’re done.” you said ready to turn and wait until he was finished.
“you can stay.”
“really?” you said , seeing him nod , you hesitantly put your towel down , undoing your shorts pulling them down — not noticing Sungchan's eyes lowering to your ass , you turned around and he moved to the side inviting you in.
you dipped your foot in , the warm water making you sigh as you submerged your body fully in the water. “that feels good.”
he watched you massage your neck , watching the water drip between the valley of your breast; fuck it was turning him on. “are you having fun.”
“huh?” you opened your eyes , your hands sliding down into the water. “oh yeah , i like being surrounded by nature and the animals.”
the two of you tried to make awkward small talk , while you soaked in the hot tub , until he finally spoke up. “i think our friends are trying to set us up.”
you were stunned by his sudden statement , giggling while nodding your head. “i agree , there’s only so many times they can put us in situation together.”
“i think they’d be proud we managed to end up in this situation all on our own.” he responded , leaning back against the side of the hot tub , more confident and comfortable than before you stepped in.
“this situation?”
“yeah , this situation.” he said. “together; alone , by ourselves.” his eyes once again shamelessly falling to your breast. “this is what they wanted right.”
“are you always this shameless sungchan?” a small fire igniting on your belly; purposely pushing your boobs together , he bit down on his lip , seeing what you were doing.
“come here.”
you barely made it to the middle , before his was pulling you over into his lap. your legs wrapping around his waist , his hands cupping your ass. “been wanting to touch you since you first came out here in this tiny bikini.”
your lips crashed into each others , his tongue swiping across your bottom lip , you opened your mouth slightly; his tongue slipping into your wet cavern , squeezing your ass; you moaned into his mouth.
“fuck i’m so hard.” he pulled away, rocking you against his hard on through his swim trunks; bucking his hips up — his hand slowly moving upwards to your top string , pulling at it.
“fuck look at these.”
throwing the top somewhere , both his hands coming up to caress your boobs. “so fucking pretty.”
he wrapped his lips around your nipples , you moaned wrapping around his neck , hands tugging lightly at the hair on the back of his neck as he attacked your boobs , licking and sucking on the bud. “fuck i need to be inside you.”
he tugged his shorts down enough to release his cock; pulling your bottoms to the side , looking into the water as he guided his cock inside you. “sh-shit.”
“sungchan.”
both of you moaning out as he bottomed out inside you. “damn.” gripping your waist as he rutted up into you , fucking you on his cock. “you feel so fucking good.”
his lips finding your neck , sucking; leaving little red marks — evidence of what you guys were doing. “deeper sungchan.”
he flipped around , your back now pressed against the wall; he caged you in , pushing his dick deeper inside you. “fuck baby you’re so tight.” he sped up. “pussy sucking me in.”
your moans getting louder and louder as he pounded into you; “fuck sungchan i’m gonna cum!” you gasped , his fingers rubbing your clit.
“yeah? gonna cum?” his lazy smile , chain dangling in front of you. “you-you’re squeezing me so fucking right night now.” you held his shoulders as he fucked into you with purpose , ripping your orgasm out of you.
your legs wrapping his waist as his gave a deep thrust; stilling himself inside of you, groaning as you clenched around him. “fuck i’m cumming…” his head dropping into your neck , kissing your shoulder as he came inside you. “shit.”
he held you up , his breath hot against your neck. “hold on.” he swam over to the steps , grabbing a towel; covering your body , holding you tight , holding you while walking up the steps.
“we’re are we going?”
“back to my room i need to see this pretty ass fuck back on me “
warnings: smut, p in v, public sex, doggy, missionary, cowgirl, prone bone, wall sex, spooning, angsty and smutty themes
a/n: thank u to the anons who requested sohee, sion, saku and yushi smuts!! they were super good requests and I will be writing them soon
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「shotaro 」 ˚✧ doggy style ✧˚
It was crazy, the way the sex position changed your boyfriend Shotaro. When he was on top of you, he was gentle and cute, if a little cheeky. He would ask you questions you couldn’t answer while his cock slid slowly in and out of your aching hole. “Should I go a little faster?” he would say, pressing his plump lips to your cheekbones and your nose. You would just moan, moving your face to dodge his kisses. You hated his teasing. How could you possibly reply when you were being skewered on Shotaro’s fat dick? All you could do was squirm and soak the bed with even more of your juice. Meanwhile, Shotaro wouldn’t so much as shudder or moan.
When Shotaro was fucking you doggy-style, everything was different. That was why tonight, you needed to get him in that position. Shotaro rolled the condom on and tossed you onto the bed, on your back, like a pancake. He hadn’t seen you in a week, and he was so horny he was shaking. His face was strained and red, his dark fringe shaking. “Please baby,” he said. “I know it’s late, but I need this. I’ll be quick.”
Shotaro grabbed your hips to enter you in one thrust, but you slipped out of his hands. You jumped onto your hands and knees, crawling away from him. “Hey,” Shotaro said, his voice cracking. “Don’t tease.” You stuck out your butt at him. “Come and get me, baby,” you said. Shotaro was panting, smoothing his hand over his cock, a moan bubbling in his throat. “Don’t try me,” he almost purred. “I will give it to you. Hard.” You laughed. “That’s what I want.” As soon as the words left your lips, Shotaro squeezed your butt and his cock pierced you from behind. He fucked into you recklessly, his hips snapping against yours with his dancer’s rhythm. Moans and sighs flew from his mouth. As the pleasure soared inside you, all you could do was take it. You could never tell Shotaro this, but that was all you wanted: to be your boyfriend’s doll as he fucked you in his favourite position.
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「eunseok 」 ˚✧ missionary ✧˚
There was only one position for your husband Eunseok, and that was missionary. His body would slip over yours, his member slotting inside you like a key into a lock. Muscle memory, baby. That might sound boring, and at times, you thought it was. Tonight, you’d been lying in bed for hours by the time Eunseok got back from his friend’s bachelor party. When you heard his light footsteps in the hallway, you pulled the covers over your face. You heard the bedroom door open slowly. Then, you felt Eunseok’s neat but heavy body slump right over yours. “I know you’re awake, kitten,” he said in your ear. You said nothing. Damn it. How did he always know?
Eunseok slid under the covers, digging his ice-cold fingers into your belly to warm them. You felt the blanket swoosh up as Eunseok kneeled in the dark, then you heard the snap as he put a condom on. Then his body was falling over you again, his cheek nuzzling into yours. “Ugh, no.” you snapped, finally breaking your silence. “Why do you always do this?” Eunseok grunted lightly, and you knew he was touching himself. “Do what?” he said gruffly.
“Why do you always just put it in?” you snapped, before you could stop yourself. “What do you mean?” Eunseok said. “I mean…” you continued, your heart racing, “Why don’t you ever just lick my pussy for an hour?” Eunseok’s body went still. You were about to laugh and pretend you were just joking… when Eunseok, quite quietly, said, “Okay.” And then, to your utter surprise, you felt your boyfriend’s soft face burrowing between your legs, his fingers peeling back your underwear, his tongue squeezing the juice from your pussy like a cored melon. Warm tears fell from your cheeks as you came over and over. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you pushed your husband away. “Good night…” he said sleepily. You grabbed his hips between your hands. “You idiot,” you said, pulling down his pants and putting on a fresh condom. “Just because I want variety doesn’t mean I don’t need my husband inside me.” Eunseok let you manouvre his cock inside you with a surprised, sleepy chuckle.
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「sungchan 」 ˚✧ wall sex ✧˚
Throughout your fancy work dinner, Sungchan stared at you from across the room. His eyes were red and watery. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. Even as he sipped his wine, his eyes were stuck to yours over the edge of the glass. When Sungchan looked at you like that, your pussy started hurting in anticipation. You knew that the only thing in your boyfriend’s mind was the possibility of taking you into his arms and fucking you with all his pent up energy.
And hell, you weren’t wrong. The minute the dinner was over, Sungchan started striding towards you, like a shadow in his dark suit. “Sorry I couldn’t sit next to you at dinner. My boss was very chatty today,” you said, as Sungchan grabbed your hand and started pulling you to the exit of the ballroom. “It’s okay,” he said in an even voice. “You can make it up to me.” You laughed like your pussy wasn’t tingling in fear and anticipation. “Hmmm… how about I suck your cock tonight?” you said. Sungchan blinked, a smile parting his lips, then disappearing. “Hmm… why don’t you just make it up to me now?” he said.
“What?” you said, before looking around you and realising where you were. The elevator. “Sungchan!” you gasped, catching your boyfriend’s smug grin in the mirror. “There are people from work everywhere.” Sungchan hit the ‘STOP’ button of the elevator and pushed you against the mirror. “They’re not in here now,” Sungchan said, against your throat. His cool mouth kissed and licked down your neck. His hard-on pointed between your legs. You gripped the hair at the back of his neck, forcing him to stare into your eyes. Then you grinned. “Fuck it,” you said, fetching the condom from your purse and slipping it on him.
“Up,” Sungchan said. You ditched your panties, raised your skirt and wrapped your legs around him on instinct. Baring his teeth in a grin, Sungchan slid inside you, making your body shake all around him. Then, holding your body against the wall like it was nothing, Sungchan thumped his cock into you until the sound of your wetness filled the elevator.
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「wonbin 」 ˚✧ spooning ✧˚
It was past midnight as Wonbin came home, his body spent from practice. He stood at the bedroom door, watching you sleep peacefully. His cock throbbed at the sight of you. It had been a week since he’d had you, and he couldn’t bear it any longer. In the middle of practice, he’d taken himself away and frantically jerked himself off, imagining that his hand was your soft mouth or your slippery cunt. But it was useless. Nobody could make him come as well as you could, not even himself.
Wonbin pulled off his clothes and stripped naked, almost on instinct. He clambered onto the bed and curled up against your back. Unable to resist, he pulled away the sheet that covered your body, gasping softly when he realised you were completely naked too. He pressed his hardening cock against your ass, squeezing his eyes closed as he revelled in the feeling of your soft skin on his sensitive shaft.
“Missed you, Binnie,” you mumbled, half-asleep. You unconsciously shifted closer to Wonbin, so that the tip of his dick became wedged between your thighs. Wonbin groaned, trapped in your warm place, painfully hard now. “Princess, I need to be inside you, please.” His words came out a desperate whimper. You nodded, smiling to yourself. Wonbin scrambled for a condom and pulled it on. Then, he reached down and lifted your thigh slightly, giving him access to your cunt. He pressed himself against your hole. Then, he pushed his cock all the way inside you in one long, firm thrust. You moaned softly, eyes still closed, as the stretch of him inside you burned deliciously.
“Just relax, baby, let me do all the work,” Wonbin said, as he started to rock into you. In this position, he could only manage shallow thrusts, which meant that the tip of his dick kept hitting that wet, squishy place inside you that made your pussy leak all over him. Wonbin brought his hand forward and groped your soft breasts, moaning softly. You could feel his entire body pressed up behind you, cradling you in his warmth. You fell asleep like that, utterly content with his cock inside you, as he quietly rocked himself to completion and filled up your cunt with his warm, sticky cum.
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「sohee 」 ˚✧ cowgirl ✧˚
This was your fifth time having sex with your new boyfriend Sohee. But sadly the sex wasn’t… good. You were under the covers, lying on your back, and he was on top of you. Sohee’s hips were wedged between your open thighs, and his cock was inside you. But, the room was dead silent, apart from the rhythmic squeaking of his old mattress as he thrust into you. Sohee’s eyes were unfocussed, as he absentmindedly gazed at the patterns on the wallpaper above your head, instead of focussing on you. “Sohee,” you squeezed his bicep. “Are you enjoying this?” Sohee jerked, as if waking from a dream. He trained his eyes on you. “Y-yeah, babe. Totally,” he said, a little too loudly. You frowned. “Can we try something different?” Sohee blinked twice. “Uh… sure. What were you thinking?”
You pushed his shoulder lightly, and he rolled off you. “Sit up,” you said. “Put your back against the wall and get a fresh condom.” Sohee obeyed, eyeing you curiously. His blonde hair was sticking up in all directions. His cock, glistening and beet red, was still hard. You sat up too, the blanket sliding off your body. You smirked when you saw how Sohee’s eyes magnetically went your bare breasts. “I’m gonna sit on your lap, okay?” You lifted your leg and straddled his waist. His hands found your hips automatically, squeezing the flesh there. He looked at you with awe, wide eyes shining. You felt your heart race - you’d never done this position before.
Sohee could feel the sticky warmth of your cunt so close to where he needed it the most. You reached down and grasped his cock, making him gasp. Then, you lifted your hips up, and squeezed his tip against your puffy hole. Carefully, you sank down, taking his cock inside you. It felt different with you on top; you could feel him stretching you out in an entirely new way. You pressed down lower, till you had all of his manhood inside you. You felt his lower hair tickle against your clit. You dragged your hips up and down, and started to bounce on his dick.
Sohee let out a sharp, breathy sound, his hands tightening around your hips. “Shit, Y/n, wow,” he gasped. He started to moan and buck up into you, much louder than before. Sohee watched your breasts jiggle with each bounce. Unable to resist, he sucked one of your puffy nipples into his mouth, making you moan in surprise. This was good. Soo much better than before. Neither of you would last long tonight.
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「anton 」 ˚✧ prone bone✧˚
“Come and get me!” you yelled, running down the beach away from your boyfriend. The white sand was warm under your bare feet. You turned your head back to see Anton chasing you. The dying sun made his skin glow and the wind whipped his hair wild. You admired his bare torso - the way his flat, muscled stomach narrowed at his waist. He was catching up with you fast. “Got ya!” he said, laughing. Your boyfriend grabbed onto your waist with such force that it sent you tumbling forwards onto the sand. You grunted as Anton fell on top of you.
“Get- off- me-” you said, between laughs. You were lying on your front, while your athletic boyfriend was flat on top of you, caging you between his strong arms. The delicious weight of his body pressed against every part of you. Your heart jumped when you realised that the way you were lying was Anton’s favourite sex position. Experimentally, you wriggled your ass, which was pressed up against Anton’s bulge. He groaned. “Fuck, baby, if you do that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back.” You gulped. “Then don’t,” you whispered. You felt Anton stiffen instantly at your words.
Anton lifted his hips an inch, just enough for him to reach down and pull your bikini bottoms down your thighs, exposing your cunt. He pressed two fingers into you, groaning when he felt your tight snatch sucking him in. “We don’t have protection,” he whined, hips subconsciously rutting against your thighs. You slipped your hand into your bikini top and pulled out a pink foil square. You reached back and handed it to Anton. His eyes went wide. “I fucking love you,” he said, pulling his cock out of his shorts and slipping it on. “Quick, before someone comes,” you said, impatient now.
Anton pushed his fat cock into your tight cunt, groaning as he did. The sudden fullness made your breath catch. You slumped forward, letting your cheek rest against the warm sand. “Fuckkk,” Anton moaned. His hips were pressed flush against your ass, his cock completely buried inside you. Anton started to roll his hips against you, thrusting his cock in and out of your sopping pussy the best he could. You felt pleasure sizzle and pop between your legs, as you and your boyfriend quickly humped before any beachgoers noticed what you were up to…
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let me know what you thought in the comments or on anon! 💋
oh my gosh mamacitaa the audios r to diee for 😫😫 can i please request a sungchan onee? 🥹🥹🥹
ofccc!!!! sorry if it doesn’t sound too similar too him but im loving all these riize asks! i just got really into them so i've been wanting to post more for them. its a little hard to find one for wonbin, but im looking since i have an ask for him, anywhooooooooo
MINORS DNI!! GO AWAY!
please use headphones 🎧 please do not re-upload without permission! sungchan x listener 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
translation: "haaa haaa...i wanna go faster...can i?" "i wanna see you cum..." "are you soon?" ""haaa haaa...i love it too...its so humid...inside the car right now..." "and youre also....so wet..." "haaa haaaa...youre about to cum?" "do you wanna turn around and sit on top of me?" "yeah...like that...""you like that? you like being on top of me...and me touching you there?" "ha...youre so wet down here...and youre clit is so swollen...." "haa...your nipples...ah...are so hard too...your body is so wet and hot..."
notes ⋮ requested! i hope this was as good as you envisioned anon (ó﹏ò｡) AH and i think i got carried away LMFAO sigghh tell me if this is okay PLEASE.ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ily anon!!
divider @ suupersonic
you hum along to the song blasting from your earbuds and tap your finger to the beat, looking out the window and enjoying the city view.
you were moving to the big city, forcing a new chapter in your life hoping it will do you some good. and although you were at constant war with your own brain because of this decision, it was too late to turn back now.
you had already found a place to stay, with a roommate.
living on your own would be much too expensive, you browsed and browsed looking for a hidden gem, but nothing. up until you found an actual affordable apartment, with the perfect location on top of that!
you didn’t think to care about the space of the actual apartment, what mattered is that it was a place where all your favorite spots were in close distance, and it was nearby your potential future job, there was just one extra add-on.
you didn’t necessarily want a roommate, the process seemed too complicated, people are too.. weird.. it’s easier to struggle alone, not having anyone around to accommodate, but this opportunity was too good to pass up, especially considering the split was in your favor, it being much lower than one might expect.
so you took the deal, messaging the person to set things up with dread in your heart.
and what made the feeling even worse was that this roommate was a guy.
of course.
but.. he seemed nice, you two chatted over the phone, of course planning the move, and met when you visited the place.
as expected it was small, actually smaller than you envisioned—2 bedroom 1 bath, but you're sure it’ll all be fine. sungchan, the roommate, seemed okay, too much enthusiasm for your liking but it’ll do.
though the meet ups were.. awkward. obviously your fault, but you can’t help it, the timid feeling just always creeps up on you when hanging with other people.
you hated it, but it’s not like you can control it. since being a kid you were always the stereotypical ‘shy’ one, never able to hold eye contact and quick to end conversation. it was frustrating, and even made you feel pitiful, but maybe with this move something could change for the better.
you met with sungchan a few times to move all your stuff in, him being kind to move the majority of it for you and trying his best to create conversation, but it always failed. god you couldn’t even look into his eyes when he was looking, always fidgeting with your hands to keep you calm.
thankfully he never seemed too annoyed about it, never pushing you too much and knowing when to stop, if only you could verbalize your gratitude.
anyways, it was finally time for you to kiss your hometown goodbye for the last time as you sit on this subway with your last suitcase snuggled in your lap, clutching it for comfort as you continue to tap your finger along with the song.
you knock on his door and he practically opens it immediately, your grip on your suitcase becoming tighter already. “hey y/n! you were making me nervous for a second, it’s pretty late” sungchan smiled, holding the door wide open for you.
“uh yeah.. sorry..” you nervously chuckled as an attempt to be ‘normal’.
“do you need any help?”
“no no i’m fine, thanks..” you quickly replied as you swiftly headed to your room. before you got the chance to shut the door fully, sungchan said, his voice similar to a shout, “are you sure?”
you can’t even utter words this time, only just giving a thumbs up with a meek smile then almost slamming the door shut.
the very next morning you got up bright and early hoping you had a chance of avoiding your new roommate, but luck was never on your side.
as soon as the sun hit, you got ready to grab some groceries, not only as a ‘thanks’ but also because the man had nothing appetizing in the fridge.. but when you quietly opened your door there he was standing outside of his in a fitted tank top and baggy sweatpants.
you awkwardly froze seeing him, his room being right next to yours was quite unfortunate. “oh hey y/n! what are you doing this early?”
you clear your throat, forcing your eyes to hit the ground, “nothing really..” you mumbled, swiftly walking away to the living room to grab the extra key.
“sorry to bother you, morning gym guy you know, starting the day off right” sungchan sweetly clarifies, him already in your vicinity again.
a heat wave embarrassingly starts to raise, burning your face the closer he gets. all you could do is hum in response and shove the key in your purse, jiggling the front door knob open with pace.
he walks out right up behind you, locking it up with ease so he could remain close, “you need a ride?”
“that’s okay, thank you” your voice so quiet you’re shocked he even heard you. “are you sure?” “y-yeah yeah um have fun..!” you at least try to speak with confidence before picking up the pace, waving him off without even turning to look his way.
“you sure you got it?” your uber driver asked as you had all the bags tautly lined up on each arm. you wanted to be honest, the extremely heavy plastic bags basically cutting off your circulation, but your head was already shaking no.
“i’m fine thanks..” you huff. the driver didn’t hesitate, accepting your answer and immediately driving off. you were out for an hour and a half, maybe doing some over shopping, not thinking you’d actually have to take these bags all by yourself.
you weakly walked to the apartment entrance, thanking god his unit was on the ground floor, practically dragging yourself through the hallway.
you let the bags hit the floor, sliding down against the wall to rest once you reached his door. you sit there for a moment, catching your breath and messaging the red lines appearing on your forearms.
you didn’t know how long you were relaxing for, but it was obviously for too long as you turned to see sungchan coming around the corner, him on his phone with headphones on, key swinging in hand—sweat drenching his entire shirt.
you quickly tried to get up before he could notice, but the speed made you half trip over the groceries, stepping on what sounded like a cardboard box, it making a crunch sound, “shit..”
sungchan looks up and immediately picks up his pace, moving the headphones down to his neck, “are you locked out?”
“no no, just..” you breathed out as you were trying to pick up all the bags again.
“let me see,” he says, grabbing most of the bags without your permission. “you could’ve told me you were shopping, i would’ve helped”
you didn’t respond, the timid embarrassing feeling making you mute. he unlocks the door and pushes it open with his back, him standing there waiting for you to enter first. when you realize, you quickly rush past him, “sorry..”
you both lay the bags on the kitchen counter, sungchan immediately pulling things out and putting them in their proper places.
did i mention this place was small?
there was no way to walk around him. in this extremely narrow kitchen there he stood tall between the counter and the fridge, blocking your chance of leaving without asking.
to avoid your nerves from taking over, you just copy him, making the process quicker.
“what happened” he chuckled, holding a crushed box of cereal. the box busted at the bottom, half of the product in the plastic bag.
“i um.. i don’t know” you almost whisper, feeling his burning stare on the side of your face.
he doesn’t push, leaving the box in the bag and throwing it away, finishing with stocking the kitchen. he finally leaves and heads to his bedroom.
when his door clicks you let out a sigh, feeling lightheaded from practically holding your breath, he looked so good all sweaty.. you push your thoughts away, quickly uploading your last bag before sprinting to your room.
but of course, before you fully emerged, sungchan walks back out again, making eye contact with you.
you immediately divert your gaze to the floor, watching his black shoes squeak on the hardwood, “gonna use the bathroom real quick, okay?”
you just nod and smile, shutting the door and finally relaxing your shoulders.
you didn’t chat with him for the rest of the day, hearing his movements all around the place as you rotted in your bed, doom searching through your laptop, thinking about him..
unexpectedly you hear a light knock on your door, making you notice it was getting late, almost 10PM.
you scurried off the bed and opened the door with a crack. “you okay?”
“yeah..” you nod, then allowing your head to immediately drop, noticing his change of clothes. he wore dark flared denim and slightly chunky leather shoes. you could guess it cost him a lot for those pair.
“well i’m gonna bring a friend over, is that fine with you?” you frantically nod, giving him a ‘mhmm’ as a response. the both of you continue to stand, you awkwardly waiting for him to leave or do something, but he just continues to stand there.
you know he’s staring, but your brain won’t allow you to look up. you were unable to picture his expression, hoping he wasn’t annoyed..
finally you see his body move. “see ya.. text me if you need anything” sungchan murmured as he leisurely walked away. you close the door quickly, finally able to breathe.
gosh.. when he said he was going to bring a friend over you didn’t think he’d be gone for this long. you’ve been avoiding leaving the room, afraid that he’d come with his ‘friend’ while you’re out, but it’s already been over an hour and you haven’t even showered yet.
you took a chance and sneaked to the kitchen to grab fuel first, your stomach practically eating itself, but once you got there you were taken aback.
a fresh new box of cereal sitting pretty on the counter, the same brand you tragically killed that morning. the flustered feeling only lasted a second before the front door knob started to jiggle. of course.
you took the box and darted to your room, making it just in time. sungchan’s footsteps were heavy and irregular, sounding as if he’s continuously stumbling and stopping, his friend doing the same, but their footsteps have more of a ‘click’ noise.
as they get closer to around your door you hear it, kissing, oh god..
you quickly turn to switch your lamp off, hoping he’d think you’re already asleep.
they open his door and you can assume they’re in his room, but it doesn’t matter, you hear everything.
the thin wall between the bedrooms doesn't muffle a single sound. and to make matters worse his bed is right up against yours, the frames might as well be touching.
you move underneath your covers, covering your face with the blanket hoping it’ll help, but it doesn’t.
god! what roommate does this??? they might as well be moaning and groaning in your ear.
but.. your brain can’t help but to focus on sungchan.. his groans are low, and he sounds rough—the woman making no effort to be quiet.
a pang feeling forms in your stomach, your thighs involuntarily pushing together.
the bed creaks as he speaks dirty, his voice so low you can’t hear everything he’s saying with the girl's whines overpowering. oh to be her..
you swear your mind is playing tricks as you start to fantasize, desperately needing to be in her position.
you couldn’t resist anymore, your hand reaching down and pressing against your embarrassingly soaked panties. you close your eyes, sighing at the pressure, almost immediately giving in and pushing past them, letting your fingers run through your folds.
you circle your clit—the louder they get the faster you go, imagining you were the one beneath him, feeling his hands all over your body.
you let out a soft yet guttural moan before quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. then something weird happens.
immediately after you slip up, the girl's sounds get muffled—either sungchan’s hand covers her mouth or her face is against a pillow—which makes his noises much more prevalent.
you don’t think much of it, too busy trying to get off as his voice becomes more raspy, his moans becoming more desperate. the sound of his rough thrusts almost taking you there, your mind becoming careless as you let muffled moans escape.
but they stop.
the girl letting out one final cry while sungchan hits one last thrust, the bed screeching at their body weight as they fall.
so you stop immediately. your stomach drops and the harsh feeling of guilt and embarrassment overpowers as you listen to the sound of their pants—ultimately turning you off.
how embarrassing.. you think as you immediately jump off the bed. he won’t take a shower right now, right? you take the risk anyways and sneak out your room, sprinting to the bathroom and locking it shut.
you sigh, disappointed at yourself, wanting to scrub your fingers till they were squeaky clean.
the very next day after a long restless night sleep, you finally got up, a pretty late start for your day but when does it matter.
you peak through your door to assume nobody is around, complete silence filling the space.
you head to the kitchen, putting the cereal you didn’t even get the chance to eat last time on the counter, opening it.
at the sound of the cardboard opening, a figure moves on the couch and you freeze. the girl.
she had swiftly gotten off the phone and sat up straight, only relaxing when she saw the sound was coming from you.
“oh hey!!” the blonde barbie says while getting up, then she walks towards you, “you must be the new ‘shy’ roommate he keeps talking about”
you stay silent for a minute before forcing yourself to greet, “yeah um.. that’s me”
“wow you really are awkward,” she giggles sweetly, “i won’t bother you anymore, i was just about to leave” she says as she walks behind you to open the fridge, grabbing a drink then heading to the front door.
“you’re very pretty by the way!” she beams before yanking the door open.
“t-thanks, you too!” your voice shakes but the sincerity is there. the girl smiles and giggles softly before closing the door shut, leaving the apartment.
when she leaves your face frowns, the guilt brutally coming back.. but you try your hardest to let it go, that won’t ever happen again, right…?
wrong.
you didn’t even get to see sungchan that day. you went out to do your duties and came back just to hoard yourself away in your room again, hearing his movements through the place once he finally got back.
you showered ahead of time to avoid complications, spending the rest of your time just rotting.
when it became night, he knocked on the door, but the embarrassment of the memory wouldn’t allow you to open it this time.
“y-yes?” you speak through the door, standing right behind it. “you alright?”
“yeah..” you can see his shadow through the gap from the bottom of the door, he doesn’t move.
“thanks..” you utter, wondering why he was still here. “for?”
“the um.. the cereal.. t-thank you” you tried to speak as loud as you could, but the results were quiet, pathetic.
“anytime, night” he says before finally moving to his room. every time you spoke with him it was like swallowing needles.. how embarrassing.
you let out a frustrated sigh and rub your face with both hands, then jumped into bed, swiftly turning the lamp off.
you lay on your side, tucking your hand underneath the pillow and pushing your knees closer to your chest, forcing your eyes shut. but you can’t fall asleep, your mind kept getting easily distracted.
sungchan’s movements are hard to ignore, especially when he’s been on your mind all day..
you hear the rustle of the sheets and his exhausted breaths, the frame hitting the wall every time he switches positions.
his breathing seemed so loud, as if you’re both in the same bed, your brain imagining what it’s like to feel his body heat next to you.
you were never a strong soldier, temptation always consuming you, a slave to your desires—so you let your hand slide down and slip underneath your panties, immediately stroking your hot core lazily.
you were so desperate—trusting into your own hand needing to release this, tiny pathetic whimpers slipping out. “fuck..” you curse to yourself, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow, but you were too concentrated to be 100% aware of how loud you might've been.
but it didn’t matter, unfortunate minutes went by and still nothing. so you stop, letting out a defeated sigh, embarrassment making your face heat up as you get up, needing to desperately scrub the slick off your hand.
the following morning, sungchan didn’t go to the gym, leaving him to spend the day rotting on the couch. you just had to go grab something to eat, your stomach cramping from hunger, so you sucked it up and swiftly went to the kitchen, trying to go unnoticed.
but he noticed, even with the loud tv muting your steps.
he was too enthralled with his movie to look back at you, but he still spoke—his elbow resting on the arm of the couch while his hand held his face, “how is your morning”
“okay” you took a minute to reply, pouring you a bowl and swiftly moving towards your room. but his voice stops you again.
“sorry if i was loud the other night” he finally looks away from the screen, leaning his head back on the back cushion, forcing eye contact with a sly look.
you quickly divert your gaze, your face getting hot, “um i-i went to bed right after you left..” you practically squeaked.
he just hums, then smirks, then lifts his head, finally looking back at the tv.
you stood there for only a moment, feet glued to the hardwood before rushing back to your room, ignoring sungchan for the rest of the day.
the past couple of weeks have been a repetitive cycle—a constant effort to avoid sungchan, him bringing the girl over twice a week to fuck, going into work every morning after somehow getting through the final interview, and every night feeding into your guilty pleasure..
hearing what he does, how he sleeps, how he fucks.. how are you to resist when the knot in your stomach gets tighter as the days go by, your core aching every time you feel his presence.
but there was no point in weakly giving in, because you could never ‘get there’.. always feeling embarrassed for even trying.
and with that, the guilt got worse every day. it ate at you, making it more debilitating to even acknowledge sungchan’s existence whenever he’d ask simple questions.
and today, the turmoil was really bothering you.
you get off of a tiring day of work at 3PM, feeling a bit overwhelmed this time by it. and seeing sungchan of course didn’t help at all.
you try to walk to your room fast but he says something, he always does, “you okay?”
tears start to fill your eyes, but you don’t allow them to fall. you just nod and keep walking, maybe closing your door harder than you’d like.
when the door clicked, the tears finally fell, all the insecure emotions taking over you, the regret and homesickness feeling the worst they’ve ever felt.
you try your hardest to suck it up after hearing a soft knock, but the water won’t stop flowing.
“what’s wrong y/n..? is it work?” he spoke softly through the door, sounding a bit hesitant. you try to play it off, but you’re a terrible liar, “i-i’m okay! it’s fine..”
you stand, back pressed against the door, breathing yourself calm for at least ten minutes, now desperately needing to unwind in the shower.
you get the usual, clothes etc before opening the door and almost walking out before you stumble over your own feet, genuinely shocked to see sungchan still there, the closeness causing him to tower over you.
when opening the door your head shot up, looking directly into his eyes with your teary ones. you both stare at each for a moment, you even more shocked to realize you’ve been holding eye contact, but you soon jump back into reality, the intimation getting you.
you tense up, looking down hoping he’d just move, but he doesn’t, instead speaking cautiously, “are you okay..?”
you nod, now getting the urge to shut the door.
“well i am here for you y/n.. even though we still don’t know each other haha..” he chuckles awkwardly, the corny attempt at comfort causing you to breathe out a laugh of your own.
“i really like having you around y/n.” the statement makes you feel nervous, but weirdly not in a bad way. you look up just for a second and nod, putting your head back down and forcing yourself to respond, “thanks.. same with you. or- uh i-i feel the same.. about.. you being around..”
your face gets hot, even hotter when he chuckles again, “well it is my apartment, but i’ll leave you alone”
sungchan opens his door and walks away. you can only make your way to the bathroom when his door is completely closed, you almost running to the next door over.
later that day you did the same as always, bed rotting till midnight struck. you’ve been hiding in your room all day but was there any point? you hadn’t heard sungchan’s movements at all, confused whether or not he was still here or left during your midday shower.
but you were too scared to check, so you rolled into bed and switched off your lamp.
but you’re alert. unable to sleep. watching the hours go by.
you tossed and turned, trying every sleep position, but nothing worked. the complete silence making you uneasy.
you eventually even put your ear to the wall, trying to listen inside his room, but it sounded so unusual, so silent.
you listened hard before something startled you out of your focus, the scare making your heart pound.
and even though you were extremely uneasy, you still felt a bit comforted to hear a knock on the door. you walk to it apprehensively, holding the knob for what felt like forever before finally opening it.
there he was, standing tall in a regular off white tee and dark colored sweatpants. his hair looked a bit damp, you wondering where he went to take a shower if not here.
before speaking he just stares with an odd unreadable look, causing you to of course let your head fall.
“did i wake you?” you shake your head no and wait. and wait. and wait. he doesn’t say anything else but his feet still stand, not moving a single inch.
you slowly raise your head, confused and timid, wondering why he’s even here.
you grip onto the door knob for comfort, your eyes going everywhere as his dark glare continues to steadily fixate on you.
“so why are you still up?” sungchan finally noted, taking a step closer, a wicked grin slowly growing.
“uh n-no reason..” you try to take a step back but with every step taken he just gets closer, unable to get distance.
his aroma was faint but noticeable, mixed with a girly body wash and alcohol.
“why aren’t you doing it tonight?” he raises a brow, looking a bit humored at your expression. your face feels like it’s going to melt off, your eyes dropping to the floor feeling the need to cry from the embarrassment. “i- uh.. i don’t..”
“do you think i’m fucking stupid?” he cuts into your desperate attempt to respond, chuckling right at you, “don’t pretend like you didn’t know.. so fucking whiny through that thin wall.. fucking yourself at the thought of me.”
tears flow down your face, god why is this happening.. you practically tremble where you stand.
sungchan puts a hand on your chin, forcing it up so you can see his dark lustful gaze. the height difference was almost scary, his broad body the only thing in your vision. your tearful eyes continued to drop.
“god you’re so pretty when you cry..” he breathes out, his eyes going from your tear stained cheeks to your quivering lips.
he forces a kiss on you, his tongue immediately pressing past your barrier making you taste the faint alcohol as he slides his hand to your tiny neck, adding pressure, his thumb dragging up and down. his other hand grips onto your waist, pulling you flush against him, you stumbling over your feet at the force.
you grip onto his shirt for support, a moan slipping out of you, quiet and desperate as he practically eats your face—sungchan takes his time at it, forcing his tongue deeper after every slow kiss, always letting it linger.
“say it right now and i’ll give you what you need,” he whispers against your lips while resting his forehead on your, “tell me you want it.”
you somehow cling onto his shirt even harder, tugging it lightly with your eyes closed. “say it.” he repeats, sounding more demanding than before. you try to force it out, but your nerves are everywhere.
“i.. i- shit..” you put your head down, squeezing your thighs together hard.
he moves both his hands to your shoulders, shoving you down into your bed and quickly crawls on top of you, your hands landing on the sides of your head, “it’s fucking pathetic you can’t even speak for yourself, you know that?”
“ ‘m sorry..” your voice almost inaudible, your thighs clenching even harder, more tears escaping without your command.
“do i have to force words out of you from now on?” sungchan growls, his lips darting for your neck.
whimpers flow out of your mouth, your brain fuzzy, unsure if this is actually happening. he sounded so nice.. his breathing and noises that land on your ear really could make you cum on the spot.. something that you’ve been trying to achieve for the longest.
a hand moves underneath your shirt to grip your bare boob, palming it, it fitting so perfectly in his hand. “god this is the most desperate you’ve ever sounded..” he muffles into your neck while squeezing your nipple, your soft whine becoming more louder.
the hand slowly slides down your body, him teasing with the waistband of your pants. “say it y/n.”
you huff, your voice trembling as you try to concentrate, “i need..”
you sigh as his hand fully slips underneath your pants, his fingers hovering over your slit, “i’m waiting.”
“i-i need you.. pl-please..”
his fingers press onto your clit over your drenched panties causing you give a high pitched moan. he circles through the wet fabric with perfect rhythm, his other hand tangling into your hair, gripping it.
he lifts and hovers his face right above yours, watching your contorting face with pleasure, “my poor baby needed this huh..”
you nod maybe a bit too eager, biting your lip as you try to muffle your sobs. your hips start to move against him, your temptations making you do the brave act.
“so fucking needy.. fuck..” he huffs into your face, his pace getting faster. the puddle somehow grows even more, your chest heaving at the contact.
“you wanted me to come and fuck you huh, fuck you like the attention seeking slut you are..” he slips his hand past your panties and immediately pumps two fingers into your core with no hesitation. you couldn’t resist anymore, letting all the cries and moans slip out as you sink into the bed, your body lightly shaking at the pleasure.
with every hit his pace increases and he gets deeper, curling his fingers perfectly. you cry out his name while arching your back, your head tilted back pressing against the mattress.
your hands dart to grip his shoulders hard as a rippling feeling shot through your spine. soft whines and squelching noises filled the room as you tensed up, your walls tightening around his fingers, his pace never slowing as he finger fucks you through it.
sungchan breathed out words in your face with a smug look as the overstimulation was getting to you, your whines getting even louder and your body tightening up, your legs quivering as he just kept going, enjoying his view.
“i can’t believe you actually thought i’d never hear you weeping every night.. getting turned on every time i fucked my girl.. rushing to the bathroom after failing to get yourself off.. can you do anything for yourself?..”
sungchan finally stops, showing you mercy when he finally takes his fingers out, you gasping at the loss, “you don’t have to worry about doing things by yourself anymore y/n..”
he pushes you farther into the middle of the bed than grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head for you and tossing it next to you. he quickly does the same, throwing his shirt on the floor.
he darts to your breast, taking one in his mouth while kneading the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, your pussy already aching again.
he alternates continuously, adding sucking and occasionally nips, practically toying with your tits. as if the overstimulation wasn’t already enough, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, the constant feeling of sensation making you tear up more.
sungchan rises from your chest and lets both his hands travel down your pants and panties that are still laid soaked against you, the wet fabric hugging your skin. he shoves the clothes down your legs and disregards them as well, leaving you completely bare.
you almost immediately cover your face with your arms, nervous of what he’ll say and how you look.
he stares at your body for long seconds before moving both hands to the sides of your waist, squeezing it then massaging it up and down.
he then lowers again as his hands slithered up to your arms, pushing them away then pinning them above your head, “why are you crying?”
he doesn’t even give you the chance to answer—not like you were going to anyways—kissing you soft, letting you breathe between each one.
he starts to grind against you, his sweat still on though you can feel how hard he was, finally noticing that he couldn’t be wearing boxers, his length making your breathing slightly erratic.
“you know when i fuck her i think about you..” he breathes out as he interlocks his hands with yours, your thighs trying to clench together again while he continues to hump slowly.
finally, he lets one hand drag down to his pants, quickly springing out his cock in a swift motion to let it kiss your clit, dragging himself to mix his pre cum with your wetness.
your breathing pitches, soft moans slipping through as you try to stifle them, you humming at the contact.
he teases your entrance, pushing the tip in and out, the movement very deliberate, “i’ve been thinking about this all day..” he voice low, sinister.
unexpectedly, he pulls away then completely flips you on your stomach, forcing your hips high then presses your face deep into the mattress, cheek against the blanket, a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck. he lines himself swiftly then without hesitation slams into your sopping pussy.
you grip the blanket as hard as you could, the stretch making you see dots, your sob getting muffled because of the position. you immediately clench around him as he keeps thrusting hard, not super fast but not gentle.
his other hand digs into your hip as he guides and controls you, fucking you deeper and deeper, the angle unforgiving. you weep and moan, more and more tears breaking through, tiny puddles forming by your face.
“you’re so small.. so tight.. f-fuck..” he murmured, his speed picking up. he slides his hand from your neck to your hair, grabbing a hand full and yanking it, forcing your head up.
you wince and sob more from the pain, your stomach getting tighter. the sound of sungchan’s heavy pants and the wet slaps bouncing off the walls making you want to release.
you cry out curses, your brain trying to form a coherent sentence, “sun-.. sh-shit.. ’m gonna..”
he gives you one last hard thrust before stopping, gripping your ass before pulling out completely, turning you over back on your back.
“fuck you’re so pretty..” he pants as he pulls your weak legs up over his shoulders, a hand wiping your tears, caressing your face.
you can’t stop whimpering, even without the feel of him inside you.
he grabs your shirt and quickly balls it up, shoving it in your mouth. he lines back up, the sensitivity causing you to tremble bad. a hand holds onto your ankle while the other finds support on your neck, his large hand wrapping around and squeezes it just perfectly all before sliding into you again.
his rhythm stayed consistent, hitting deep and hard while progressing the pace. you let out all your cries, not holding back since the shirt muffles your voice—the shirt getting a wet spot from the saliva.
sungchan stares hard onto your teared stained face, more escaping through your wet lashes, a light red color spread across your face. he groans, his voice shaky, “feel good..?”
you quickly nod, not caring anymore how eager it may looked.
“let me feel you baby.. do it..” that’s all it takes for your body to grip onto him, eyes rolling shut, you going stiff as your legs twitch against him. this second orgasm was so much more intense than the first, your moans getting caught in your throat while your vision was going white, dizziness and exhaustion taking over.
but he keeps pounding his hips against you, getting close to his own high.
he groans loudly and curses when he feels your grip, his rhythm finally becoming unsteady, “fuck y/n.. y/n.. such a fucking slut on my cock.. fuck you’re so pretty like this..”
sungchan finally gives you one last slam before holding, letting a whimper out as he fills you with a warm wave of cum. the grip on your neck gets tighter as he concentrates, making your vision even whiter.
after he comes down he lets go, moving his hands to rub down both your legs before moving them down. he takes out the shirt from your mouth for you and tiredly gets on top of you and lays on you, his head finding comfort in the curve of your neck, his arms caging your head—he never pulled out, cum overflowing around his cock.
your both are a breathing mess, your body limp, the sensitivity and exhaustion making you not care about his body weight crushing you.
he starts to stroke your cheek gently, kissing your neck while speaking, “i can help you with anything you know..” his voice horse, slurred, almost like he’s about to fall asleep, “stop being so shy.. i can take care of you..”
i appreciate you for your time and i love all the support ive been getting on my stuff thank you ILY ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) have a great day/nightᝰ.ᐟ
Omgg please write abt how would riize react while getting caught fucking their girlfriend in their dorm room like Anton has mentioned that taro never knocks just burst in
i don't typically take requests btw but this sparked something in me so i'll write something short 🤓 for each scenario, i'm going with the idea that it's a riize member and not a manager/staff member who barges in bc i feel like the latter would look drastically different given the relationship dynamics at play
riize - when they get caught having sex in their dorm room by another member
a/n: this is just my personal analysis based off my perception and observations of the members' personalities. all of this is fiction/fantasy
shotaro
shotaro is usually such a soft and kind person, but I feel like the member who barged into his room would see his frustrated/mean side. because shotaro is so busy most of the time, he truly values the [little] intimate time he gets with his s/o, and he has a mindset of wanting everything to be perfect when he's with them. he wants to devote all of his attention on you and you only, and in turn expects the same. i even feel like he's the type to send a message in the riize gc in advance of his GF coming over that's like, "i'm having my GF over, PLEASE knock before you come in." but there would be that one member (why am i imagining anton) who forgot to read it and barges in anyway, angering shotaro to the max. he'll make a loud groaning sound and yell, "didn't i tell you guys to knock!!!!" even after that member has already closed the door out of shock. not only is shotaro pissed that his partner's privacy was violated, but he's also upset that the amazingly sweet and vulnerable moment you two were sharing has essentially been ruined. he would be so upset that he couldn't possibly get back in the mood and continue with the sex as if nothing happened. his first move is to get dressed and go address it with that member immediately. even when he's upset i feel like he's such a levelheaded communicator, he'd still apologize to his member for having to see that but also remind them to read the gc and knock next time. his poor s/o would have to wait until he's back calm again before he could continue with the sex.
eunseok
as expected, my nonchalant king eunseok would be the least phased out of everyone. even once he's noticed his member's face at the door, he'll continue moving inside you as if its nothing. he'll make a sarcastic remark to whoever it is like, "like what you see?" or "wanna join?" he somehow manages to make it so that the member who accidentally walked in feels more embarrassed than he does for getting caught. after the member has left, eunseok's partner will be so mortified, but he'll only tease them for it. he'll incorporate the situation into his dirty talk, saying stuff like, "guess I should fuck you faster before another person comes in, hmmm?" or "think he'll jerk off to what he's saw?" in sum, eunseok is not letting anything or anyone stop him from getting his nut. i don't even think he would address it with that member afterward. if they say something to him about it, he'll behave as if he completely forgot about it, and for the most part, he has. all he'll say is an absent-minded, "ohhhhh...my bad."
sungchan
his first thought and priority upon getting caught is to cover your body, 1.) because he's a caring and protective partner who's concerned about your privacy and comfort but also 2.) he's possessive and doesn't want anyone else enjoying the sight of what's his and his only. after the member who intruded has left, sungchan would lowkey be in shock. he'd need a minute to pause and collect himself after the unexpected moment. though he's usually a pretty confident person, i feel like he has a secret bashful side that would be embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing him during such an intimate moment (i'm thinking specifically abt how he freaked out and couldn't stop talking about it when he realized his abs were included in the impossible MV). he'd be at his most unsure, asking his partner reassuring questions like, "you don't think he saw anything for real, do you?" eventually he'd continue fucking you, but he wouldn't be able to help himself from still thinking about the interruption. hilariously i feel like he'd be balls deep inside of you and still be saying stuff like, "ughhh, i can't believe that happened," and even playfully scold you like, "i told you to lock the door." once either of your orgasms approach, however, he'll fully lock back in. after you're done having sex, he'd address the situation with the member who interrupted privately, apologizing and lowkey asking them not to tell anyone what they saw.
wonbin
his reaction would be a mixture between shotaro and eunseok. similar to shotaro, i think he'd be really angry and annoyed at whoever interrupted him. when wonbin has sex, it's never casual or light-hearted; he truly strives for intense, intimate, soul-bearing experiences, and so an interruption has a bigger impact on him than it may the average person that's just fucking for fun more than anything else. his words to whoever interrupted him would be an angry, "get out," or "fuck off!" that would cause them to immediately slam the door shut. he's like eunseok in the sense that the interruption doesn't stop him from continuing with the sex. his movements inside of you never cease, and outside of a sigh, or perhaps an apology to you, he doesn't address the situation at all. i'd even guess that his frustration at being interrupted would make the sex better, as he's incredibly hot when he's angry, and he expresses his anger by fucking you even harder. i don't think he'd feel bashful about being caught at all because he seems like the type of person who believes bodies are just bodies, sex is just sex, and that only an immature person would be ashamed at those sorts of things. when addressing it with the member who interrupted later, he'd lowkey scold them, especially if it was one of the younger members, telling them to always knock and reminding them of the importance of privacy.
sohee
my poor sohee would be so embarrassed. he's the kind of person who doesn't mind people knowing he gets pussy --- and in fact takes pride in them knowing --- but wouldn't actually want people to see all of the ways he behaves during the act, mostly because he's very expressive and emotional when he fucks and is absolutely mortified at the idea of being teased for something like that. after getting interrupted, he'd immediately stop what he was doing and cover his face in his hands, all while his entire body turns tomato red. he'd then proceed to scold you, half-playfully and half-seriously, for not remembering to lock the door. getting him to continue with the sex after the interruption will take a lot of coaxing and reassurance. he's so stubborn that i feel like he'd resolve himself towards just making you come really quickly and then stopping with the sex entirely, not even caring about his own pleasure anymore. afterwards, he will never bring the situation back up with that member again. he just hopes they didn't see anything significant and that if they did, they'll forget it and never speak of it with him ever.
anton
first of all, i don't even think he'd put himself in a position to have sex if he felt like there's a chance of getting caught --- that's how much he's afraid of another member seeing him in that position. but let's say his partner managed to somehow coax him into doing it anyway. his reaction to being interrupted is a more extreme version of sohee's. he'll be absolutely mortified, particularly because he dreads getting teased about it later. even after the member who interrupted has left, he'll start to fake sob in his hands, and unlike sohee, he won't even consider continuing with the sex in any capacity. His whole mood is ruined, not just for that moment, but for the rest of the day. He'll literally sulk and mope around about it, and any other conversation he has with you that day will somehow lead back to him expressing his embarrassment about what happened. like shotaro, he'll want to address it with the member who interrupted as soon as possible. he'll be completely and utterly apologetic, whereas i feel like all of the riize members would nonchalantly be like, "no worries, do your thing bro," which anton wouldn't be able to accept. the experience would lowkey traumatize him in the sense that he'd claim to never want to have sex in his room again (though i feel like in a few weeks he could be convinced again; he just seems very gullible and simpish <3).
contains : potential baby daddy sungchan, heavy breeding kink, pregnancy fantasy, creampie, size kink, possessive sungchan, praise, multiple rounds, soft dom sungchan, consensual and very loving
word count : 1,102
notes : someone mentioned baby daddy jinsu… i caved in!!!!!!!
sungchan had you pinned to the mattress, his tall broad body completely covering yours as he fucked you deep and slow. his big hands held your thighs open wide, hips rolling in that steady rhythm that always made your eyes roll back. sweat glistened on his chest, dark hair messy from how hard you had been pulling it.
“fuck, look at you,” he groaned, voice low and raspy. “taking my cock so well like always. such a good girl for daddy.”
you whimpered underneath him, nails digging into his shoulders as he hit that perfect spot over and over. sungchan leaned down and kissed you messy, tongue sliding against yours before he pulled back just enough to look at you with those dark hungry eyes.
“you know what i keep thinking about lately?” he whispered, thrusting harder, making the bed creak. “i keep imagining you pregnant with my baby. your belly all round and pretty, tits full and heavy… walking around our apartment in one of my shirts because nothing else fits anymore.”
you moaned louder at his words, clenching around him. sungchan smirked, clearly pleased.
“yeah? you like that thought too?” he pressed one big hand to your lower stomach, right where he was deepest. “right here. i want to fill you up until you are carrying my kid. maybe even twins. imagine how cute you would look holding our baby while i rub your swollen belly.”
his thrusts got deeper, more purposeful, like he was trying to reach your womb. you were a mess underneath him, crying, shaking, babbling his name as he kept talking.
“you would be the best mommy,” he murmured, kissing your neck, then your chest, sucking on your nipples like he was already imagining them leaking. “so soft and sweet, rocking our little one to sleep while i watch. then at night i would lay you down and fuck another baby into you because i cannot get enough of you like that.”
“sungchan— please—” you sobbed, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
he groaned and sped up, pounding into you harder. “gonna cum so deep inside you tonight, baby. gonna pump you full until it sticks. you want that? want daddy to breed you and make you all swollen with my kids?”
“yes— yes please— i want it,” you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks from how intense it felt. “want your babies… want to be full of you—”
that broke him. sungchan growled and buried himself to the hilt, cumming hard with a long moan. you felt every hot pulse as he filled you up, so much that it started leaking out around his cock. he stayed deep inside, grinding slow to push it further in, like he was making sure it took.
but he was not done. he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulled your hips up and slid back in with a wet sound, fucking his cum even deeper.
“one is not enough,” he panted, voice hoarse. “need to give you more. imagine you holding our baby in your arms, all pretty and tired, and i come home and breed you again while the little one naps. you would look so fucking beautiful like that.”
you came again with a broken scream, clenching around him so tight he groaned loudly. sungchan followed right after, filling you for the second time, hips stuttering as he emptied everything he had.
afterwards he collapsed beside you and immediately pulled you into his arms, big hand gently rubbing your tummy like you were already pregnant. he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, all soft and loving now that the heat had settled a little.
“i mean it, you know,” he whispered against your hair, voice gentle. “i think about it all the time. you holding our kids. our family. you being the mommy to my babies. it makes me so fucking crazy for you.”
you nuzzled into his chest, still trembling and full of his cum. “i want it too… want to have your babies, sungchan.”
he smiled that big bright sungchan smile and hugged you tighter, one hand still protectively on your stomach.
“good girl,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “then let me keep filling you up every night until it happens. daddy is going to take such good care of you and our little ones.”
you hummed happily, already drifting off in his arms while sungchan kept rubbing your tummy and whispering all the sweet filthy dreams he had about your future together.
