🪼⋆｡𖦹°. synopsis: you and your ex agreed to stay friends after a breakup–but what happens you're both drunk and he sees you grinding on another man?
(,,>ヮ<,,)! ~ contents: smut!!! 18+, some sungchan x reader, jealous!anton, drunk!anton, ex!anton, drunk AND unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), p in v, clingy!anton, grinding, dom anton, ass slapping, anton lwks has a breeding kink...
🫧⋆. author's note: this was 100% inspired by youngji's interview w/ anton...
it’s been roughly four months since you and anton broke up; there wasn’t much to it. he took his life a bit more serious than you did–he was captain of SNU’s swim team, at the top of his classes, and had lots of friends–he was the perfect guy, you should’ve been grateful you were even given a chance to date a guy like him…
but he was too perfect. you were a straight B student, not all that athletic, and 99% of the time went out partying instead of studying. whenever you would ask your lovely boyfriend to hang out, he told you the same three things:
‘sorry baby, i have swim.’
‘can’t, i have to study for exams coming up.’
‘can’t tonight–i’m busy.’
right, maintaining that perfect image took some effort–you admired anton for being so on top of it all. but when he began sacrificing all of his time with you, you realized maybe having a relationship with him wasn’t best.
“i want to break up.”
anton looked at you wide-eyed. “what?”
“chanyoung–you’re just too busy,” you started. “you’re a great guy, but it’s clear you don’t have time for me. we haven’t gone on a date in months, i don’t think we’ve had a real conversation for a while now–”
“yeah i’m–i, i know,” he replied. “i know we’ve talked about this a lot, and i think i agree…”
you pause. “i think it would be better if we just stayed friends.”
so the two of you did. if you had to be completely honest, things were great–you could do whatever you wanted without fear, without any agonizing thoughts of your boyfriend not texting you back, potentially cheating on you with some other girl smarter and prettier than you.
with exams finally over, shotaro invited you to a house party to celebrate. who were you to say no to some free liquor?
there, you met sungchan: soccer player in the year above you, seemed pretty into you from the amount of times he’s grinded on you tonight…
he bounced the ping pong ball, landing it into the last cup on your side of the table. you raised the red solo cup to your lips and downed another cup of beer–him and wonbin cheering from the other side of the table.
“whichever team loses has to drink a shot of tequila too.” sungchan giggled, clearly drunk as he hunched over the table about to puke at any moment… to be honest, the amount of alcohol you consumed tonight was starting to get to your head as well.
“shit–sungchan when i get my hands on you,” you laughed as you and winter poured each other more liquor. the two of you clinked your glasses together and took another shot.
he came up behind you and held you in a tight embrace, resting his hands on your hips as you pressed your lips onto his. one thing came to another–and here you were, atop sungchan’s lap. there were about ten people in the room aside from you and him, but you couldn’t care less.
sungchan palmed your ass and pulled you closer to him, settling your clothed pussy atop the bulge in his jeans. his tongue tangled with yours as you began to rock your hips back and forth on top of him. he let out a groan as you rubbed yourself against him.
“fuck, sungchan i’m so wet–”
“i know you are…you want me to take care of you?”
you nod, and he tells you to stay there as he searches for a condom from one of his friends. you couldn’t care less if he used a condom or not–leaving you here alone and horny wasn’t a good look..
suddenly, you felt someone’s grip on your wrist, pulling you upstairs and into one of the open rooms. you looked up as he dragged you, spotting a familiar face. he dragged you into the room and locked the door behind him.
“anton–what the fuck.. why are you here–”
“what are you doing?” he replied, voice deep. you’ve never seen him this angry. it was kinda turning you on. “why were you all up on him?”
“it’s none of your business anton–we broke up, remember?” you said harshly. you noticed the flush of red on the tip of his ears. “anton…you’re drunk–”
“don’t tell me you aren’t.” he whined, looking down at you. “i–i can’t think straight–i can’t handle us not being together baby, i can’t handle seeing anyone touch you–”
you pulled his face towards you, crashing your lips onto his as the taste of beer hit your tongue. his hands grabbed your sides as he pressed his body closer to yours, leading you backwards and onto the bed.
“i’m–i’m so sorry for treating you so badly babygirl–” he cried into your mouth. “you mean so much to me, i can’t imagine you not in my life…” he pulled you onto the bed fully, crawling on top of you. “is this fine? i’m sorry…i can stop, we’re not thinking right–”
“chanyoung, just put your dick in me.” you slapped his shoulder lightly and ran your hand down his bicep.
“i don’t have a condom–”
“it’s fine, i’ll take a morning after.”
your palms raised to his face, one hand running through his hair as your lips danced together. he pulled away briefly, unbuckling his belt and discarding it to the floor as he began to work the zipper on his jeans. anton pulled his pants and boxers down, exposing the length of his cock.
“are you sure i can put it in baby? you’d let me?” he whimpered.
“yes–yes i’d always let you tony–” you cried, pulling down your skirt and panties–a long string of slick connecting the fabric and your pussy together.
anton didn’t want to know whether you got wet for him or the filth of a man who dared to even look in your direction; he just wanted to feel you around him.
he pressed his index and middle finger between your legs briefly, spreading your pussy lips and coating his fingers with your juices before bringing his hand to his mouth, licking it clean while maintaining eye contact with you.
you moaned in response–but before you could say something in return you felt the heat of anton’s tip pressed against your hole, earning a quiet gasp from your lips.
“you’re doing so good for me–” he panted as he pushed his cock further in. “babygirl i know you can take it, you have so many times before–just one more time for me baby…” you nodded, whimpering as he slid his full length into you. “shit–she’s tighter than i remember…”
it was all for him. you haven’t had sex with anybody since you’ve broken up with anton in hopes of him crawling back to you.
“can i move? does it hurt?”
“yes–please tony…” that was all he needed before he began to thrust deep inside you. hell–you would think anton would build up the pace over time, but no; anton needed you bad.
“mmh–i missed you so much…i missed this pretty pussy so much…tell me you missed me too baby.” he whimpered.
“i missed you so, so much tony–” you replied before he flipped you over and forced you on your hands and knees. he held your ass in the air and thrusted from behind, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
“i know–i know you did baby, nobody could fuck you this good–right?” he smacked your bare ass, leaving a red mark in its wake. “yeah, nobody could–only i can touch you like this.”
you buried your face into the pillow, arching your back as his dick hit your sweet spot oh-so-good. “i’m gonna cum tony–”
“yeah? you’re gonna cum for me babygirl? is that right?” he whispered, bringing his arm around you and pressing his fingers to your clit. you moaned into the pillow, scared the people downstairs might hear you. “does this feel good? you gonna cum?” he rubbed your clit faster, thrusting into you at the same rapid speed.
you cried. “yes, yesyesyes fuck, tony i’m gonna cum–”
anton let out a sharp whimper as his dick gave out on him–painting your walls white with his cum. he slowly fucked it into you, moaning loud.
“baby, i’m gonna fill you up so much...” he cried. “yeah, you’re gonna be full of my kids–my cum leakin’ out of this pussy while everyone’s tryna get a piece of you…”
you came to your release shortly after, moaning into the pillow as you squirted all over anton’s dick.
“yeah, just like that babygirl–i’m gonna show this off, gonna show everyone you’re squirting for me. i know you want that…” he whimpered.
“baby…” you cried.
“shhh, it’s okay, tony’s taking care of you…” he said softly, running his fingers through your hair, your face still pressed into the pillow.
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!!
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you hum along to the song blasting from your earbuds and tap your finger to the beat, looking out the window and enjoying the city view.
you were moving to the big city, forcing a new chapter in your life hoping it will do you some good. and although you were at constant war with your own brain because of this decision, it was too late to turn back now.
you had already found a place to stay, with a roommate.
living on your own would be much too expensive, you browsed and browsed looking for a hidden gem, but nothing. up until you found an actual affordable apartment, with the perfect location on top of that!
you didn’t think to care about the space of the actual apartment, what mattered is that it was a place where all your favorite spots were in close distance, and it was nearby your potential future job, there was just one extra add-on.
you didn’t necessarily want a roommate, the process seemed too complicated, people are too.. weird.. it’s easier to struggle alone, not having anyone around to accommodate, but this opportunity was too good to pass up, especially considering the split was in your favor, it being much lower than one might expect.
so you took the deal, messaging the person to set things up with dread in your heart.
and what made the feeling even worse was that this roommate was a guy.
of course.
but.. he seemed nice, you two chatted over the phone, of course planning the move, and met when you visited the place.
as expected it was small, actually smaller than you envisioned—2 bedroom 1 bath, but you're sure it’ll all be fine. sungchan, the roommate, seemed okay, too much enthusiasm for your liking but it’ll do.
though the meet ups were.. awkward. obviously your fault, but you can’t help it, the timid feeling just always creeps up on you when hanging with other people.
you hated it, but it’s not like you can control it. since being a kid you were always the stereotypical ‘shy’ one, never able to hold eye contact and quick to end conversation. it was frustrating, and even made you feel pitiful, but maybe with this move something could change for the better.
you met with sungchan a few times to move all your stuff in, him being kind to move the majority of it for you and trying his best to create conversation, but it always failed. god you couldn’t even look into his eyes when he was looking, always fidgeting with your hands to keep you calm.
thankfully he never seemed too annoyed about it, never pushing you too much and knowing when to stop, if only you could verbalize your gratitude.
anyways, it was finally time for you to kiss your hometown goodbye for the last time as you sit on this subway with your last suitcase snuggled in your lap, clutching it for comfort as you continue to tap your finger along with the song.
you knock on his door and he practically opens it immediately, your grip on your suitcase becoming tighter already. “hey y/n! you were making me nervous for a second, it’s pretty late” sungchan smiled, holding the door wide open for you.
“uh yeah.. sorry..” you nervously chuckled as an attempt to be ‘normal’.
“do you need any help?”
“no no i’m fine, thanks..” you quickly replied as you swiftly headed to your room. before you got the chance to shut the door fully, sungchan said, his voice similar to a shout, “are you sure?”
you can’t even utter words this time, only just giving a thumbs up with a meek smile then almost slamming the door shut.
the very next morning you got up bright and early hoping you had a chance of avoiding your new roommate, but luck was never on your side.
as soon as the sun hit, you got ready to grab some groceries, not only as a ‘thanks’ but also because the man had nothing appetizing in the fridge.. but when you quietly opened your door there he was standing outside of his in a fitted tank top and baggy sweatpants.
you awkwardly froze seeing him, his room being right next to yours was quite unfortunate. “oh hey y/n! what are you doing this early?”
you clear your throat, forcing your eyes to hit the ground, “nothing really..” you mumbled, swiftly walking away to the living room to grab the extra key.
“sorry to bother you, morning gym guy you know, starting the day off right” sungchan sweetly clarifies, him already in your vicinity again.
a heat wave embarrassingly starts to raise, burning your face the closer he gets. all you could do is hum in response and shove the key in your purse, jiggling the front door knob open with pace.
he walks out right up behind you, locking it up with ease so he could remain close, “you need a ride?”
“that’s okay, thank you” your voice so quiet you’re shocked he even heard you. “are you sure?” “y-yeah yeah um have fun..!” you at least try to speak with confidence before picking up the pace, waving him off without even turning to look his way.
“you sure you got it?” your uber driver asked as you had all the bags tautly lined up on each arm. you wanted to be honest, the extremely heavy plastic bags basically cutting off your circulation, but your head was already shaking no.
“i’m fine thanks..” you huff. the driver didn’t hesitate, accepting your answer and immediately driving off. you were out for an hour and a half, maybe doing some over shopping, not thinking you’d actually have to take these bags all by yourself.
you weakly walked to the apartment entrance, thanking god his unit was on the ground floor, practically dragging yourself through the hallway.
you let the bags hit the floor, sliding down against the wall to rest once you reached his door. you sit there for a moment, catching your breath and messaging the red lines appearing on your forearms.
you didn’t know how long you were relaxing for, but it was obviously for too long as you turned to see sungchan coming around the corner, him on his phone with headphones on, key swinging in hand—sweat drenching his entire shirt.
you quickly tried to get up before he could notice, but the speed made you half trip over the groceries, stepping on what sounded like a cardboard box, it making a crunch sound, “shit..”
sungchan looks up and immediately picks up his pace, moving the headphones down to his neck, “are you locked out?”
“no no, just..” you breathed out as you were trying to pick up all the bags again.
“let me see,” he says, grabbing most of the bags without your permission. “you could’ve told me you were shopping, i would’ve helped”
you didn’t respond, the timid embarrassing feeling making you mute. he unlocks the door and pushes it open with his back, him standing there waiting for you to enter first. when you realize, you quickly rush past him, “sorry..”
you both lay the bags on the kitchen counter, sungchan immediately pulling things out and putting them in their proper places.
did i mention this place was small?
there was no way to walk around him. in this extremely narrow kitchen there he stood tall between the counter and the fridge, blocking your chance of leaving without asking.
to avoid your nerves from taking over, you just copy him, making the process quicker.
“what happened” he chuckled, holding a crushed box of cereal. the box busted at the bottom, half of the product in the plastic bag.
“i um.. i don’t know” you almost whisper, feeling his burning stare on the side of your face.
he doesn’t push, leaving the box in the bag and throwing it away, finishing with stocking the kitchen. he finally leaves and heads to his bedroom.
when his door clicks you let out a sigh, feeling lightheaded from practically holding your breath, he looked so good all sweaty.. you push your thoughts away, quickly uploading your last bag before sprinting to your room.
but of course, before you fully emerged, sungchan walks back out again, making eye contact with you.
you immediately divert your gaze to the floor, watching his black shoes squeak on the hardwood, “gonna use the bathroom real quick, okay?”
you just nod and smile, shutting the door and finally relaxing your shoulders.
you didn’t chat with him for the rest of the day, hearing his movements all around the place as you rotted in your bed, doom searching through your laptop, thinking about him..
unexpectedly you hear a light knock on your door, making you notice it was getting late, almost 10PM.
you scurried off the bed and opened the door with a crack. “you okay?”
“yeah..” you nod, then allowing your head to immediately drop, noticing his change of clothes. he wore dark flared denim and slightly chunky leather shoes. you could guess it cost him a lot for those pair.
“well i’m gonna bring a friend over, is that fine with you?” you frantically nod, giving him a ‘mhmm’ as a response. the both of you continue to stand, you awkwardly waiting for him to leave or do something, but he just continues to stand there.
you know he’s staring, but your brain won’t allow you to look up. you were unable to picture his expression, hoping he wasn’t annoyed..
finally you see his body move. “see ya.. text me if you need anything” sungchan murmured as he leisurely walked away. you close the door quickly, finally able to breathe.
gosh.. when he said he was going to bring a friend over you didn’t think he’d be gone for this long. you’ve been avoiding leaving the room, afraid that he’d come with his ‘friend’ while you’re out, but it’s already been over an hour and you haven’t even showered yet.
you took a chance and sneaked to the kitchen to grab fuel first, your stomach practically eating itself, but once you got there you were taken aback.
a fresh new box of cereal sitting pretty on the counter, the same brand you tragically killed that morning. the flustered feeling only lasted a second before the front door knob started to jiggle. of course.
you took the box and darted to your room, making it just in time. sungchan’s footsteps were heavy and irregular, sounding as if he’s continuously stumbling and stopping, his friend doing the same, but their footsteps have more of a ‘click’ noise.
as they get closer to around your door you hear it, kissing, oh god..
you quickly turn to switch your lamp off, hoping he’d think you’re already asleep.
they open his door and you can assume they’re in his room, but it doesn’t matter, you hear everything.
the thin wall between the bedrooms doesn't muffle a single sound. and to make matters worse his bed is right up against yours, the frames might as well be touching.
you move underneath your covers, covering your face with the blanket hoping it’ll help, but it doesn’t.
god! what roommate does this??? they might as well be moaning and groaning in your ear.
but.. your brain can’t help but to focus on sungchan.. his groans are low, and he sounds rough—the woman making no effort to be quiet.
a pang feeling forms in your stomach, your thighs involuntarily pushing together.
the bed creaks as he speaks dirty, his voice so low you can’t hear everything he’s saying with the girl's whines overpowering. oh to be her..
you swear your mind is playing tricks as you start to fantasize, desperately needing to be in her position.
you couldn’t resist anymore, your hand reaching down and pressing against your embarrassingly soaked panties. you close your eyes, sighing at the pressure, almost immediately giving in and pushing past them, letting your fingers run through your folds.
you circle your clit—the louder they get the faster you go, imagining you were the one beneath him, feeling his hands all over your body.
you let out a soft yet guttural moan before quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. then something weird happens.
immediately after you slip up, the girl's sounds get muffled—either sungchan’s hand covers her mouth or her face is against a pillow—which makes his noises much more prevalent.
you don’t think much of it, too busy trying to get off as his voice becomes more raspy, his moans becoming more desperate. the sound of his rough thrusts almost taking you there, your mind becoming careless as you let muffled moans escape.
but they stop.
the girl letting out one final cry while sungchan hits one last thrust, the bed screeching at their body weight as they fall.
so you stop immediately. your stomach drops and the harsh feeling of guilt and embarrassment overpowers as you listen to the sound of their pants—ultimately turning you off.
how embarrassing.. you think as you immediately jump off the bed. he won’t take a shower right now, right? you take the risk anyways and sneak out your room, sprinting to the bathroom and locking it shut.
you sigh, disappointed at yourself, wanting to scrub your fingers till they were squeaky clean.
the very next day after a long restless night sleep, you finally got up, a pretty late start for your day but when does it matter.
you peak through your door to assume nobody is around, complete silence filling the space.
you head to the kitchen, putting the cereal you didn’t even get the chance to eat last time on the counter, opening it.
at the sound of the cardboard opening, a figure moves on the couch and you freeze. the girl.
she had swiftly gotten off the phone and sat up straight, only relaxing when she saw the sound was coming from you.
“oh hey!!” the blonde barbie says while getting up, then she walks towards you, “you must be the new ‘shy’ roommate he keeps talking about”
you stay silent for a minute before forcing yourself to greet, “yeah um.. that’s me”
“wow you really are awkward,” she giggles sweetly, “i won’t bother you anymore, i was just about to leave” she says as she walks behind you to open the fridge, grabbing a drink then heading to the front door.
“you’re very pretty by the way!” she beams before yanking the door open.
“t-thanks, you too!” your voice shakes but the sincerity is there. the girl smiles and giggles softly before closing the door shut, leaving the apartment.
when she leaves your face frowns, the guilt brutally coming back.. but you try your hardest to let it go, that won’t ever happen again, right…?
wrong.
you didn’t even get to see sungchan that day. you went out to do your duties and came back just to hoard yourself away in your room again, hearing his movements through the place once he finally got back.
you showered ahead of time to avoid complications, spending the rest of your time just rotting.
when it became night, he knocked on the door, but the embarrassment of the memory wouldn’t allow you to open it this time.
“y-yes?” you speak through the door, standing right behind it. “you alright?”
“yeah..” you can see his shadow through the gap from the bottom of the door, he doesn’t move.
“thanks..” you utter, wondering why he was still here. “for?”
“the um.. the cereal.. t-thank you” you tried to speak as loud as you could, but the results were quiet, pathetic.
“anytime, night” he says before finally moving to his room. every time you spoke with him it was like swallowing needles.. how embarrassing.
you let out a frustrated sigh and rub your face with both hands, then jumped into bed, swiftly turning the lamp off.
you lay on your side, tucking your hand underneath the pillow and pushing your knees closer to your chest, forcing your eyes shut. but you can’t fall asleep, your mind kept getting easily distracted.
sungchan’s movements are hard to ignore, especially when he’s been on your mind all day..
you hear the rustle of the sheets and his exhausted breaths, the frame hitting the wall every time he switches positions.
his breathing seemed so loud, as if you’re both in the same bed, your brain imagining what it’s like to feel his body heat next to you.
you were never a strong soldier, temptation always consuming you, a slave to your desires—so you let your hand slide down and slip underneath your panties, immediately stroking your hot core lazily.
you were so desperate—trusting into your own hand needing to release this, tiny pathetic whimpers slipping out. “fuck..” you curse to yourself, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow, but you were too concentrated to be 100% aware of how loud you might've been.
but it didn’t matter, unfortunate minutes went by and still nothing. so you stop, letting out a defeated sigh, embarrassment making your face heat up as you get up, needing to desperately scrub the slick off your hand.
the following morning, sungchan didn’t go to the gym, leaving him to spend the day rotting on the couch. you just had to go grab something to eat, your stomach cramping from hunger, so you sucked it up and swiftly went to the kitchen, trying to go unnoticed.
but he noticed, even with the loud tv muting your steps.
he was too enthralled with his movie to look back at you, but he still spoke—his elbow resting on the arm of the couch while his hand held his face, “how is your morning”
“okay” you took a minute to reply, pouring you a bowl and swiftly moving towards your room. but his voice stops you again.
“sorry if i was loud the other night” he finally looks away from the screen, leaning his head back on the back cushion, forcing eye contact with a sly look.
you quickly divert your gaze, your face getting hot, “um i-i went to bed right after you left..” you practically squeaked.
he just hums, then smirks, then lifts his head, finally looking back at the tv.
you stood there for only a moment, feet glued to the hardwood before rushing back to your room, ignoring sungchan for the rest of the day.
the past couple of weeks have been a repetitive cycle—a constant effort to avoid sungchan, him bringing the girl over twice a week to fuck, going into work every morning after somehow getting through the final interview, and every night feeding into your guilty pleasure..
hearing what he does, how he sleeps, how he fucks.. how are you to resist when the knot in your stomach gets tighter as the days go by, your core aching every time you feel his presence.
but there was no point in weakly giving in, because you could never ‘get there’.. always feeling embarrassed for even trying.
and with that, the guilt got worse every day. it ate at you, making it more debilitating to even acknowledge sungchan’s existence whenever he’d ask simple questions.
and today, the turmoil was really bothering you.
you get off of a tiring day of work at 3PM, feeling a bit overwhelmed this time by it. and seeing sungchan of course didn’t help at all.
you try to walk to your room fast but he says something, he always does, “you okay?”
tears start to fill your eyes, but you don’t allow them to fall. you just nod and keep walking, maybe closing your door harder than you’d like.
when the door clicked, the tears finally fell, all the insecure emotions taking over you, the regret and homesickness feeling the worst they’ve ever felt.
you try your hardest to suck it up after hearing a soft knock, but the water won’t stop flowing.
“what’s wrong y/n..? is it work?” he spoke softly through the door, sounding a bit hesitant. you try to play it off, but you’re a terrible liar, “i-i’m okay! it’s fine..”
you stand, back pressed against the door, breathing yourself calm for at least ten minutes, now desperately needing to unwind in the shower.
you get the usual, clothes etc before opening the door and almost walking out before you stumble over your own feet, genuinely shocked to see sungchan still there, the closeness causing him to tower over you.
when opening the door your head shot up, looking directly into his eyes with your teary ones. you both stare at each for a moment, you even more shocked to realize you’ve been holding eye contact, but you soon jump back into reality, the intimation getting you.
you tense up, looking down hoping he’d just move, but he doesn’t, instead speaking cautiously, “are you okay..?”
you nod, now getting the urge to shut the door.
“well i am here for you y/n.. even though we still don’t know each other haha..” he chuckles awkwardly, the corny attempt at comfort causing you to breathe out a laugh of your own.
“i really like having you around y/n.” the statement makes you feel nervous, but weirdly not in a bad way. you look up just for a second and nod, putting your head back down and forcing yourself to respond, “thanks.. same with you. or- uh i-i feel the same.. about.. you being around..”
your face gets hot, even hotter when he chuckles again, “well it is my apartment, but i’ll leave you alone”
sungchan opens his door and walks away. you can only make your way to the bathroom when his door is completely closed, you almost running to the next door over.
later that day you did the same as always, bed rotting till midnight struck. you’ve been hiding in your room all day but was there any point? you hadn’t heard sungchan’s movements at all, confused whether or not he was still here or left during your midday shower.
but you were too scared to check, so you rolled into bed and switched off your lamp.
but you’re alert. unable to sleep. watching the hours go by.
you tossed and turned, trying every sleep position, but nothing worked. the complete silence making you uneasy.
you eventually even put your ear to the wall, trying to listen inside his room, but it sounded so unusual, so silent.
you listened hard before something startled you out of your focus, the scare making your heart pound.
and even though you were extremely uneasy, you still felt a bit comforted to hear a knock on the door. you walk to it apprehensively, holding the knob for what felt like forever before finally opening it.
there he was, standing tall in a regular off white tee and dark colored sweatpants. his hair looked a bit damp, you wondering where he went to take a shower if not here.
before speaking he just stares with an odd unreadable look, causing you to of course let your head fall.
“did i wake you?” you shake your head no and wait. and wait. and wait. he doesn’t say anything else but his feet still stand, not moving a single inch.
you slowly raise your head, confused and timid, wondering why he’s even here.
you grip onto the door knob for comfort, your eyes going everywhere as his dark glare continues to steadily fixate on you.
“so why are you still up?” sungchan finally noted, taking a step closer, a wicked grin slowly growing.
“uh n-no reason..” you try to take a step back but with every step taken he just gets closer, unable to get distance.
his aroma was faint but noticeable, mixed with a girly body wash and alcohol.
“why aren’t you doing it tonight?” he raises a brow, looking a bit humored at your expression. your face feels like it’s going to melt off, your eyes dropping to the floor feeling the need to cry from the embarrassment. “i- uh.. i don’t..”
“do you think i’m fucking stupid?” he cuts into your desperate attempt to respond, chuckling right at you, “don’t pretend like you didn’t know.. so fucking whiny through that thin wall.. fucking yourself at the thought of me.”
tears flow down your face, god why is this happening.. you practically tremble where you stand.
sungchan puts a hand on your chin, forcing it up so you can see his dark lustful gaze. the height difference was almost scary, his broad body the only thing in your vision. your tearful eyes continued to drop.
“god you’re so pretty when you cry..” he breathes out, his eyes going from your tear stained cheeks to your quivering lips.
he forces a kiss on you, his tongue immediately pressing past your barrier making you taste the faint alcohol as he slides his hand to your tiny neck, adding pressure, his thumb dragging up and down. his other hand grips onto your waist, pulling you flush against him, you stumbling over your feet at the force.
you grip onto his shirt for support, a moan slipping out of you, quiet and desperate as he practically eats your face—sungchan takes his time at it, forcing his tongue deeper after every slow kiss, always letting it linger.
“say it right now and i’ll give you what you need,” he whispers against your lips while resting his forehead on your, “tell me you want it.”
you somehow cling onto his shirt even harder, tugging it lightly with your eyes closed. “say it.” he repeats, sounding more demanding than before. you try to force it out, but your nerves are everywhere.
“i.. i- shit..” you put your head down, squeezing your thighs together hard.
he moves both his hands to your shoulders, shoving you down into your bed and quickly crawls on top of you, your hands landing on the sides of your head, “it’s fucking pathetic you can’t even speak for yourself, you know that?”
“ ‘m sorry..” your voice almost inaudible, your thighs clenching even harder, more tears escaping without your command.
“do i have to force words out of you from now on?” sungchan growls, his lips darting for your neck.
whimpers flow out of your mouth, your brain fuzzy, unsure if this is actually happening. he sounded so nice.. his breathing and noises that land on your ear really could make you cum on the spot.. something that you’ve been trying to achieve for the longest.
a hand moves underneath your shirt to grip your bare boob, palming it, it fitting so perfectly in his hand. “god this is the most desperate you’ve ever sounded..” he muffles into your neck while squeezing your nipple, your soft whine becoming more louder.
the hand slowly slides down your body, him teasing with the waistband of your pants. “say it y/n.”
you huff, your voice trembling as you try to concentrate, “i need..”
you sigh as his hand fully slips underneath your pants, his fingers hovering over your slit, “i’m waiting.”
“i-i need you.. pl-please..”
his fingers press onto your clit over your drenched panties causing you give a high pitched moan. he circles through the wet fabric with perfect rhythm, his other hand tangling into your hair, gripping it.
he lifts and hovers his face right above yours, watching your contorting face with pleasure, “my poor baby needed this huh..”
you nod maybe a bit too eager, biting your lip as you try to muffle your sobs. your hips start to move against him, your temptations making you do the brave act.
“so fucking needy.. fuck..” he huffs into your face, his pace getting faster. the puddle somehow grows even more, your chest heaving at the contact.
“you wanted me to come and fuck you huh, fuck you like the attention seeking slut you are..” he slips his hand past your panties and immediately pumps two fingers into your core with no hesitation. you couldn’t resist anymore, letting all the cries and moans slip out as you sink into the bed, your body lightly shaking at the pleasure.
with every hit his pace increases and he gets deeper, curling his fingers perfectly. you cry out his name while arching your back, your head tilted back pressing against the mattress.
your hands dart to grip his shoulders hard as a rippling feeling shot through your spine. soft whines and squelching noises filled the room as you tensed up, your walls tightening around his fingers, his pace never slowing as he finger fucks you through it.
sungchan breathed out words in your face with a smug look as the overstimulation was getting to you, your whines getting even louder and your body tightening up, your legs quivering as he just kept going, enjoying his view.
“i can’t believe you actually thought i’d never hear you weeping every night.. getting turned on every time i fucked my girl.. rushing to the bathroom after failing to get yourself off.. can you do anything for yourself?..”
sungchan finally stops, showing you mercy when he finally takes his fingers out, you gasping at the loss, “you don’t have to worry about doing things by yourself anymore y/n..”
he pushes you farther into the middle of the bed than grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head for you and tossing it next to you. he quickly does the same, throwing his shirt on the floor.
he darts to your breast, taking one in his mouth while kneading the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, your pussy already aching again.
he alternates continuously, adding sucking and occasionally nips, practically toying with your tits. as if the overstimulation wasn’t already enough, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, the constant feeling of sensation making you tear up more.
sungchan rises from your chest and lets both his hands travel down your pants and panties that are still laid soaked against you, the wet fabric hugging your skin. he shoves the clothes down your legs and disregards them as well, leaving you completely bare.
you almost immediately cover your face with your arms, nervous of what he’ll say and how you look.
he stares at your body for long seconds before moving both hands to the sides of your waist, squeezing it then massaging it up and down.
he then lowers again as his hands slithered up to your arms, pushing them away then pinning them above your head, “why are you crying?”
he doesn’t even give you the chance to answer—not like you were going to anyways—kissing you soft, letting you breathe between each one.
he starts to grind against you, his sweat still on though you can feel how hard he was, finally noticing that he couldn’t be wearing boxers, his length making your breathing slightly erratic.
“you know when i fuck her i think about you..” he breathes out as he interlocks his hands with yours, your thighs trying to clench together again while he continues to hump slowly.
finally, he lets one hand drag down to his pants, quickly springing out his cock in a swift motion to let it kiss your clit, dragging himself to mix his pre cum with your wetness.
your breathing pitches, soft moans slipping through as you try to stifle them, you humming at the contact.
he teases your entrance, pushing the tip in and out, the movement very deliberate, “i’ve been thinking about this all day..” he voice low, sinister.
unexpectedly, he pulls away then completely flips you on your stomach, forcing your hips high then presses your face deep into the mattress, cheek against the blanket, a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck. he lines himself swiftly then without hesitation slams into your sopping pussy.
you grip the blanket as hard as you could, the stretch making you see dots, your sob getting muffled because of the position. you immediately clench around him as he keeps thrusting hard, not super fast but not gentle.
his other hand digs into your hip as he guides and controls you, fucking you deeper and deeper, the angle unforgiving. you weep and moan, more and more tears breaking through, tiny puddles forming by your face.
“you’re so small.. so tight.. f-fuck..” he murmured, his speed picking up. he slides his hand from your neck to your hair, grabbing a hand full and yanking it, forcing your head up.
you wince and sob more from the pain, your stomach getting tighter. the sound of sungchan’s heavy pants and the wet slaps bouncing off the walls making you want to release.
you cry out curses, your brain trying to form a coherent sentence, “sun-.. sh-shit.. ’m gonna..”
he gives you one last hard thrust before stopping, gripping your ass before pulling out completely, turning you over back on your back.
“fuck you’re so pretty..” he pants as he pulls your weak legs up over his shoulders, a hand wiping your tears, caressing your face.
you can’t stop whimpering, even without the feel of him inside you.
he grabs your shirt and quickly balls it up, shoving it in your mouth. he lines back up, the sensitivity causing you to tremble bad. a hand holds onto your ankle while the other finds support on your neck, his large hand wrapping around and squeezes it just perfectly all before sliding into you again.
his rhythm stayed consistent, hitting deep and hard while progressing the pace. you let out all your cries, not holding back since the shirt muffles your voice—the shirt getting a wet spot from the saliva.
sungchan stares hard onto your teared stained face, more escaping through your wet lashes, a light red color spread across your face. he groans, his voice shaky, “feel good..?”
you quickly nod, not caring anymore how eager it may looked.
“let me feel you baby.. do it..” that’s all it takes for your body to grip onto him, eyes rolling shut, you going stiff as your legs twitch against him. this second orgasm was so much more intense than the first, your moans getting caught in your throat while your vision was going white, dizziness and exhaustion taking over.
but he keeps pounding his hips against you, getting close to his own high.
he groans loudly and curses when he feels your grip, his rhythm finally becoming unsteady, “fuck y/n.. y/n.. such a fucking slut on my cock.. fuck you’re so pretty like this..”
sungchan finally gives you one last slam before holding, letting a whimper out as he fills you with a warm wave of cum. the grip on your neck gets tighter as he concentrates, making your vision even whiter.
after he comes down he lets go, moving his hands to rub down both your legs before moving them down. he takes out the shirt from your mouth for you and tiredly gets on top of you and lays on you, his head finding comfort in the curve of your neck, his arms caging your head—he never pulled out, cum overflowing around his cock.
your both are a breathing mess, your body limp, the sensitivity and exhaustion making you not care about his body weight crushing you.
he starts to stroke your cheek gently, kissing your neck while speaking, “i can help you with anything you know..” his voice horse, slurred, almost like he’s about to fall asleep, “stop being so shy.. i can take care of you..”
i appreciate you for your time and i love all the support ive been getting on my stuff thank you ILY ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) have a great day/nightᝰ.ᐟ
synopsis you’re just barely getting a grip on your new assistant manager role for the town’s dingy burger joint when quiet new hire anton joins your crew. in the dead of a brutal scorching summer, you juggle having to keep the restaurant afloat, rekindling the flame of a lost dream, and navigating a blossoming connection with your junior employee. what awaits you this summer in this rickety, oily, and steamy dump?
pairing new hire!anton x f!assistant manager!reader (ft. coworkers! riize)
genre modern au, romance, comedy, EVENTUAL smut (MDNI), slow burn, coworkers (friends?) to lovers, slice of life, fluff, angst
wc TBD
warnings forbidden (?) trope (employer/boss x employee), slightly older!reader (only a year or two), fem!reader, cursing and profanity, mentions of heatstroke, series takes place in high stress environment, mentions of food, teasing, sexual tension, will continue to add
a/n AAAAAAAAA first full fic first full fic!!🥲 this plot line came to me out of nowhere and so suddenly but i already have so many ideas and plot lines that i can’t wait to share :”) pls be patient with me as i sort out formatting, updates, and general maintenance for this story, i want to provide my best work ^^ now, who’s ready to get cooking?! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ🍽️ 🍔
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⌗privatepartyforthree — a day out with sohee and sungchans turns into you three fucking in a karaoke bar
( bamttolz x fem!reader ) • warnings. bfs!bamttolz , public sex , multiple locations , fingering , oral ( m. receiving ), handjobs, unprotected sex , double penetration, dirty talk , name calling 𓄵 word count. 2173 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). i got this idea from @riizebangtan
you didn’t even really like pc rooms , you barely played video games. however sohee and sungchan managed to drag you out of the house , straight to a pc room. “just a few games then we can go to the karaoke room.” he promised you before hand — so you agreed , so there you sat after dying rounds ago and no interest in playing anymore , watching them yell at the screen ( at each other or the game you don’t know ).
“i can’t believe i let you drag me here.” you spoke up. “i wanted to go to the karaoke room.” looking around the room , it was a private room with just the three of you. “i told you , we will.” sohee hands flew across the keyboard. “just let us finish this game , i promise.” sungchans eyes not leaving the screen. “shit!” you jumped as the younger boy slammed his hands on the table. “i fucking died.” snatching the headset off. “can we go now?”
“he’s still in the game , we have to wait.” sungchan was too immersed in the game to notice the boy had died , or your growing impatience. “you can wait a little longer, right?” his hand resting on your knees. “be a good girl.” lightly pinching your thigh , teasing. “look he’s almost done.” you leaned over looking at sungchans screen. “doesn’t look like it.” you said — sohees mind somewhere else , you were leaning over him , you low cut shirt giving him a clear view of your chest.
it was no secret between the three of you that both the boys had some sort of feelings for you , most people thinking your relationship with them was odd , you were aware they liked you — sometimes you even played into it , cheekily flirting with sungchan , or letting sohee touch you in not friendly ways; not going further than that. “there’s one round left.” sungchan finally said something after almost 20 minutes of hurling curse words at the computer. “just sit there and look pretty , sohee keep her entertained.”
“i could be entertained at the karaoke room.” sitting back in your seat , sohee smiled. “i’m here to keep you entertained.” you rolled your eyes. “how are you gonna keep me entertained?” his hand that you forgot was on your knee — now higher than before. “i have my ways.” he said , his hands still moving upwards. “sohee.” you warned , that boyish smile working on you like it always did. “live a little.” he said.
“sungchans right there.” you whispered , he shrugged. “please i doubt he’d mind , and he probably can’t hear.” you watch his hands disappear into your jeans , you bit down on your lip. “see i know you want it , always letting me touch you.” his fingers tracing the line of your clothed slit. “you’re so wet.” his fingers slipped inside you , you moaned. “oh? you must want him to hear.” your eyes going to the boy playing the game. “all he has do is turn his head.” he moved his fingers. “look to his side and he’ll see you making a mess on my fingers.”
his thumb circling your stiff clit. “he’d be so jealous , he wanted to be the one to touch you first.” his scissored your cunt open , your chest moving vastly up and down. “too bad , you’re gonna cum all over my fingers.” he leaned over , kissing behind your ear , your eyes closing as you felt your orgasm approaching. “i can feel you clenching my fingers , you wanna cum don’t you?” you nodded. “cum.” curling his fingers. “look at you making such a mess.” your eyes tightly shut as he fingered you through your orgasm. “fuck look at that so pretty.” you felt his fingers slip out of you , your eyes slowly opened , adjusting to the light —
making direct eye contact with sungchan , his headphones sitting on his neck. “sohee.” he said , literally catching the you as the boy was pulling his hands from your jeans. “i didn’t expect your fingers to be stuffed inside her when i said entertain her.” your face flushed , the younger boy shrugging like it was nothing. “it kept her quiet while you played didn’t it?”
“not when i could hear her moaning through the headset.” increasing your embarrassment. “i told you.” he scoffed. “you told him? that didn’t stop you did it?” his eyebrow lifted with his question. “both of you let’s go.” he stood up, turning the computers off , his face unreadable. “aren’t we supposed to be going to karaoke? you were so eager to go before this no?” the both of you looked at each other before standing up , he took in your appearance smirking. “fix your clothes , they probably already heard you , but you don’t want them see that you were fucked in here do you.” he wasn’t going to let it down , sohee smirked condescendingly , following the boy out , you pushed him. “this is your fault.” he shrugged. “is he mad?” you whispered. “mad? no. jealous and turned on? hell yeah.” he said. “walk faster.” sungchan didn’t even turn around.
the karaoke bar wasn’t that far , a walk down the street and you were walking into the building. “one room please.” he paid for it , taking back his card. “come one.” he said , the three of you following the worker down the hall , completely oblivious to the growing tension between the three of you as he guided you guys down to the room. “have a good time.” he walked away. “go on.” he said, opening the door , the three of you spilling into the room.
the tension was still there , but you still picked up the keyboard — you were serious when you said you wanted to come , the two boys watching you choose different songs , sohee eventually joining you in some songs; but sungchan? he just sat and watched the both of you jump around , more so screaming then singing for multiple songs non-stop. “yn?” sungchan called you turned around , he beckoned you over. “come take a break…” you sat the mic down , sitting on the couch. “sohee you can keep going.” he said , the boy didn’t even question it which made you wonder how he was always so controlling over the younger , and how the younger was always so compliant in his orders. “are you upset? because of what happened.”
“of course not,” he said. “i am a little jealous though.” he confessed , the music and sohee’s loud singing in the background. “why?” you asked , he rolled his eyes. “because i wanted you first , and he knew that.” he said , your cheeks flushing at the sudden confession. “normally he listen to everything i say.” that peaked your interest. “what does that mean?” he smiled teasingly. “don’t worry about that , i’m not mad though.” he said. “wish i could’ve seen the whole thing though.” rubbing his thighs — you were fighting demons to not look down at his lower half. “watching you cum around his fingers.” he stopped , groaning; the fire in you belly from the pc room re-igniting. “fuck i’m so hard.”
finally giving in your eyes fell to his lap , his hard on evident. he was already smirking when you looked up. “just can’t help yourself, can you?” his hand coming behind your neck , not locking you in place , just lightly stroking the lower part behind your ear. “was sohee not enough?” he hummed , the younger boy still singing , you couldn’t even tell if he knew what was going on and was just choosing to ignore it. “come closer.” he guided you slowly into a kiss , dragging his hand from your neck down your stomach to your waistband , his hands slipping into your jeans much like sohee. “already dripping , good.”
his fingers slipping inside you. “fingers slipped right in.” he smirked , his long slender fingers moved fast. “fuck i can you over the music.” he leaned whispering into you ear , his voice low making you even wetter. “fuck sungchan.” you moaned. “making such a mess on the couch , pussy is begging to be filled isn’t it?” you nodded , he smiled. “be a good girl.” he whispered , unbuckling his jeans , lifting his hips to feel his cock — he was big; his tip a blush pink color , already leaking. “touch it baby.” your hand wrapped around his base , moving your hand up and down. “fuck that’s it.” he groaned , leaning his head against the wall behind the coach. “just like that.”
sohee who was so immersed in singing , finally turned around realizing what was happening. “fuck put it in your mouth.” your body half way in his lap as you took him into your mouth. “shit!” he moaned out , sohee stood there watching his friend guide your head up and down on his dick , he felt his own getting hard. “fuck , stop watching and just get over here.” he dropped the mic , making his way over to the couch , sitting down. “get on your knees.” sinking down in between sungchan legs , taking him back into your mouth — the mics all abandoned as sohee freed himself , guiding your hand to his cock , your hand moving. “fu-fuck.”
sungchan hips bucked up into your mouth , pushing your head down; sohee using your hand , fucking into your fist. “good slut , keep sucking me like that.” sungchan running his hands through his hair. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” holding your head down , bucking into your mouth , your hand tighten around sohee making moan loudly — at least this room was semi-soundproof. “oh shit.” sungchan pushed your head down , holding it bucking , his cock twitching as he shot his load into the back of your throat , sohee letting out a loud moan as he came into your hand.
he let your head go , wiping the cum from your lips pushing it back into your mouth. “fuckkk good girl.” leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. “get up.” he pulled you into his lap , laying down on the couch so you were straddling him. “you can’t take both of us right?” sohee’s cock immediately getting hard at the thought of fucking you. “i know you can.” you took your pants off , re-straddling his waist , he slapped your ass. “fuck.” he pulled your panties to the side , his cock kissing your clit. “sit on it.”
both of you moaning, feeling him entering you , your cunt sucking him in. “such a tight cunt.” sohee’s cock was fully erected , his hands coming to your waist. “you ready?” you nodded. “pl-please.” you felt his cock stretching you open , he groaned from behind you as he stuffed himself alongside his bestfriend. “shit.” they both moved simultaneously , the music still playing , the sounds of your skin slapping together filling the room. “su-such a fucking slut.” sungchan groaned. “anyone could walk by and hearing you being fuck like a whore by your bestfriends.”
his hands gripping your waist as he moved his hips , sohee pounding you from the back. “i think -fuck- i think she likes that , her pussy clenched at that.” he groaned , slapping your ass , you moaned out. “she does , such a pretty slut , just ready to be fucked.” they both began to sped up , both taking turns hitting that spot that made you see stars. “oh fuck!” you screamed , sohee pulling your head back by your hair sungchan attacking your neck. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” you warned , your legs shaking as you squeezed them tight.
“oh fuck.” sohee groaned. “fuck , hold it.” slapping your ass. “sh-shit i’m almost there.” he groaned . sungchan hips not faltering as he felt his orgasm approaching. “want us to fill this pretty pussy up.” the elder spoke. “leave you leaking with our cum.” you nodded , tears streaming down your face due to the pleasure. “please , please cum inside me.”
“begging like a whore.” he said. “so-sohee , she wants to be filled up so bad let’s give it to her.” both of them grabbing at you as they sped up , moans filling the now quiet room due to the music shutting off , skin slapping; room smelling of sex. “shit.” sohee hilted his hips , cock twitching inside of you as he came , triggering your orgasm. “oh fuck fuck fuck!” you clenched tightly around them both , sungchan hissed , cumming soon after , pushing both their loads back into your cunt. “fuck!” he groaned , slowly thrusting his hips riding out his high , before they both slipped out of you , your arms and legs feeling like jelly.
“fuck someone definitely heard that.” sohee said , helping you clean up. “we’re gonna get banned.” both of you lowkey panicking , sungchan being the one who was calm like always. “just don’t look them in the eye.” the two of you turned to him. “what , if i’m embarrassed with something , i just don’t look anyone in the eye.” he shrugged. “that’s gonna have to do because i need to shower.” you said , sungchan reaching over to wipe your face. “see now they won’t notice.” he smiled , you rolled your eyes. “come on.” you said. “head down and walk fast.”
safe to say none of you went back to that karaoke room… but you surely did fool around much more after..
ⓘ : 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.
𝗈𝗍6! 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (riize is 7!)
𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: nsfw content, dom/sub dynamics, jealousy kink, body worship, cockwarming, overstimulation, praise and emotional dominance, size kink, obsession, brat taming, mirror sex, slow rough sex, edging, possessiveness, soft but filthy aftercare. minors dni. 18+ only.
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𝗆.𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!
a/n: lmk if u want a seunghan kink post!
SHOTARO: praise kink & body worship
shotaro is the sweetest dom you’ll ever beg for. his number one turn-on is praise. giving it, receiving it, breathing it into your skin while your body trembles under his. he tells you you're perfect every time you moan, cups your face while you cry through your orgasm and whispers “look at you, doing so good for me.” he holds your hips like you’re breakable, like your body is sacred. the kind of sex he gives is slow, deep, and so full of love it makes you feel like crying. he doesn’t rush. doesn’t chase his own release. he’s all about watching you melt.
he’s also completely obsessed with body worship. especially when you’re insecure. he kisses your stretch marks, moans into your thighs, holds your tummy while he fucks you deep and tells you how beautiful you are when you break. “this body drives me insane,” he pants, brushing his lips over every inch of skin you once hid from him. he’ll eat you out with his arms wrapped tight around your thighs, eyes locked on yours like he needs to see how it wrecks you. and when you finally cum? he just smiles and says “that’s it, baby. show me how pretty you are.”
EUNSEOK: possessiveness kink & slow dominance
eunseok doesn’t play games. he’s a slow, possessive dom. the type to keep eye contact as he eases in inch by inch, lips brushing your neck as he whispers “you’re mine. no one else gets to see this side of you.” he thrives on ownership: hand around your throat, cum dripping down your thighs, hickeys blooming over your chest. his voice stays calm while he wrecks you, every word firm and possessive. “you need me to remind you again? who this belongs to?” it’s not about jealousy, it’s about claiming what’s already his.
he likes it slow. painfully, deliciously slow. he’ll tease your entrance with his cock while pinning your wrists, smirking as you whine for more. he wants to drag it out. watch your expression shift as your body gives in, trembling from how deeply he stretches you. “that’s it. take it all, baby.” he keeps your legs spread wide, his hips grinding down, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm until your brain shuts off. and when you’re ruined, shaking in his lap? he kisses your temple and whispers, “you’ll never need anyone else. not when you have me.”
SUNGCHAN: size kink & cockwarming
sungchan is big, cocky, and dangerous. he doesn’t even have to say much. just grips your hips, bites his lip, and lets his body do the talking. his size kink is everything to him. he gets off on how small you look under him, how deep he gets inside you, how your stomach bulges just from his tip. “too much?” he grins, pushing in slower, watching you squirm. “nah, you can take it. look how good you’re doing already.” he holds you in place when you try to run, one arm around your waist, dragging out each thrust until you’re gasping.
he also loves cockwarming. slipping inside you after a long day, cuddled up behind you, whispering “just wanna stay like this for a while.” he presses kisses to your shoulder, strokes your tummy while keeping you completely full. and when you clench around him? he chuckles low, “mm, baby… don’t start something you can’t finish.” sometimes he teases you with little thrusts. barely there, just enough to make you whimper. he loves knowing you're wet, desperate, trembling… and can’t do anything unless he says so.
WONBIN: jealousy kink & marking obsession
wonbin is quiet until he’s not. his jealousy kink simmers beneath the surface. never explosive, just dangerous. the second someone else makes you laugh a little too hard, he’s got a hand on your waist, lips against your ear: “you think he could make you feel half as good as i do?” and the second you’re alone? he claims you. pulls you onto his lap, fucks you slow and rough until you're a crying mess. he doesn’t even need to raise his voice. it’s the look in his eyes, the way his cock presses so deep you feel it in your stomach. “say you’re mine. louder.”
his obsession with marking is unreal. hickeys under your jaw, love bites on your chest, scratches down your thighs. every inch of your body needs to look like it belongs to him. he gets high off watching bruises bloom under his mouth, watching his cum drip out of you, wiping it back in with two fingers like “not done yet.” sometimes he’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, one hand on your throat, the other between your thighs, whispering “look at that. covered in me. exactly how you should be.” and then he kisses your lips like you’re his entire world.
SOHEE: brat tamer & orgasm control
sohee’s not soft. he likes control. likes when you test him just so he can shut you up with his cock buried deep, lips curling into a grin as you cry. he’s a brutal brat tamer. not just spanking or pinning you down, but really making you beg. “keep talking,” he smirks while edging you with two fingers, eyes never leaving yours. “see where it gets you.” he knows your body too well. knows exactly when to pull away, exactly when to fuck you dumb, exactly when to lean in and whisper “i warned you.” and it only makes you want him more.
his orgasm control is insane. he’ll edge you over and over until your thighs are shaking, your voice cracking, and your mind going numb. “not yet,” he murmurs, pulling his mouth away right before you cum. when he finally lets you finish, it’s because you’re sobbing. shaking. clinging to him like you’ll fall apart. and the second you cum? he keeps going. overstimulation, soft praise, his cock dragging through your tight walls while you tremble underneath him. he likes you ruined. not just once, but until you’re broken for real.
ANTON: emotional dominance & overstimulation
anton is sweet, soft-spoken, and so dangerously dominant. he gets off on emotional control. the way your body reacts to his voice, his hands, his low murmurs of “you’re mine, baby… all mine.” he holds you like a lifeline and fucks you like you’ll never have anyone else. he likes when you fall apart in his arms. not just from pleasure, but from how deeply he loves you. his touch is slow, heavy, possessive. and when you cry from how much you feel? he kisses your cheeks and whispers “cry for me. i want it all.”
his biggest weakness? overstimulation. he’ll drag it out for hours. mouth on your clit until your voice breaks, cock deep inside while your body begs for a break. but he just cups your face and moans “one more, you can give me one more.” and somehow, you do. he’s the kind of lover who breaks you with sweetness. slow grind, wet kisses, praise melting into filth until your body doesn’t even work right anymore. and when you finally collapse? he wraps you up in his hoodie and lets you cry it out, brushing your hair back like you didn’t just cum six times on his cock.
