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Soonyoung was a good person, really he was. At least, he thought that he was. He hadn't cheated on an exam except that one time in that one stupid calculus class, and he never smoked. He drank sometimes, but everyone did that. He never forgot his mom's birthday, he always washed the dishes before they filled up the sink, and he tried really hard to remember to make his bed before going about his day.
So, as far as he was concerned, he was a good person. So what, he wondered, did he do to have you sitting in his lap so pretty and innocent in front of all of his friends, wiggling around as you played against Wonwoo and Vernon in Mario Kart. He should have been focused on being proud of you for being the only one at the little party that had managed to beat the two for first place, but he was so hard -- no, it was hard to focus when he could feel how warm you were on top of him. Fuck, he was going crazy and he couldn't even ask you to move because he knew you'd give him that cute little pout and whine at him for making you leave your cozy seat. Not to mention that he'd then be running the risk of everyone in the room knowing that you had him worked up beyond any logic.
So instead he just gripped your hips tighter and pulled you closer to his chest, burying his face in your neck.
"Baby, can we go home?" He asked quietly once the game had finished, his two friends sulking about you managing to come in first place after what Vernon insisted was an 'illegal play'. You turned to look at him, a tiny frown on your face as you reached up to feel his forehead.
"What's wrong? Not feeling well?" You asked him, and he flushed at your pure reaction. He wasn't sure how you managed to never realize you were turning him on, but it only served to turn him on more. He shook his head a little, leaning up to kiss you. You made a tiny sound of surprise against his lips, which, unfortunately for Soonyoung, shot straight to his dick. He would have kept kissing you like that if Seungkwan hadn't come back from the kitchen.
"Get a room!" He shouted, face pulled into a dramatic expression of disgust. Soonyoung grinned at the statement, pressing another kiss to your lips before pushing you to stand up and quickly following suit. Even once you were standing, he stayed pressed close to you. It was partially because of his raging hard-on, but also just because he craved being pressed up against you so bad that it hurt. And, no matter how much his friends teased the two of you, they were very used to him being clingy and equally as grateful to have you around to satiate him.
"Good idea. See you guys later." He said, walking you quickly towards the door and landing a few kisses to your neck and jaw. You squealed, trying to steady yourself enough to slide your shoes on.
"Soonyoung! It's impolite to leave in such a rush." You swatted at his arms that were still hooked around your middle, but he knew you weren't mad at him with the way you were giggling. "Say goodbye properly."
Soonyoung looked over his shoulder, a proud smile on his face.
"Bye losers." He joked, earning a few shouts from his friends that made everyone laugh. You waved over his shoulder, saying goodbye and letting him pull you out the door.
"What has gotten into you?" You asked through your laughter, pushing him away so you could look at him properly. He let you, but only so he could turn you around to press you up against the wall by the door, still entirely in the open of the hallway of the apartment building.
"You're so pretty," He whined, lips finding yours. You brought your hands up, cupping his face and pulling him in deeper, your tongue passing his lips and getting a taste of the desperation on his tongue. He groaned, hands sliding down your hips to pull one of your thighs up around his hips, opening you up for him to slot his hips against yours.
You sighed out into the kiss, his mouth growing sloppy against yours like he always did when he got a feeling of you, like his mind couldn't keep up with both things at once. He rutted his hips forward against yours, feeling the heat radiating off of you even through the several layers of clothes keeping him from you. He groaned, pulling away to mouth down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and tiny red marks from where he nipped at your skin.
"Soonyoungie," You sighed, one hand dragging through his hair, head tipped back against the wall. He looked up at you, then had to close his eyes because fuck he could cum just like this. You looked so fucking pretty, hips canting into his like you needed him. God, he wanted you to need him.
"What baby?" He mumbled, one hand gripping the thigh around his hip, the other holding your waist so he could drag you into him. He grunted quietly, breaths coming out in low pants. You whimpered.
"We gotta," You squeezed your eyes shut. "Let's go, we gotta go."
You tugged at his hair, enough to make his scalp sting and turn his face up to you.
"Please take me home," You added. And just like that, he was a goner. He let your leg back down, taking your hand in his, and dragging you out of the building.
Getting back to your shared apartment proved fairly difficult with Soonyoung utterly incapable of keeping his hands off of you. By the time he had you pressed against the bed, he was throbbing in his pants, and his mind felt like it was fully liquified. The only thing he could begin to think about was you, and how pretty you looked under him like this.
He'd managed to strip both of you of your shirts, bare chests pressing together as he melted into the desperate kiss the two of you were sharing. He whined into your mouth, propped up one one arm and fighting his jeans off with the other hand. You just made yourself content letting your tongue mingle with his, your hands running the toned length of his chest and stomach, then back again, digging your nails into his side and reveling in the broken grunts it earned you.
Finally he managed to strip himself of his pants, his underwear the only thing keeping his cock from pressing up against you properly. He sat back, and you pouted at the loss, but he didn't pay it too much mind, because he manhandled you enough to tug your shorts down, leaving you in just your own ruined underwear.
"Wanna feel you like this," He mumbled, reaching down to touch you through the fabric and watching the way your face immediately softened with pleasure. You nodded, reaching up to grab his shoulders and pulling him closer to him. You didn't even care how he touched you, you just needed to feel him, to have his weight bearing down on you.
He laid himself over you, propping himself up on an elbow and using the other arm to drag you closer to him. The outline of his cock pressed perfectly against you, and you gasped quietly, hips rocking tentatively into his. Pleasure jolted through the both of you, driving him to give another experimental roll of his hips. The feeling was so dull, a slow build as he rocked against you. It was so warm and harsh, every thrust of his hips into yours simultaneously feeling so perfect and so wholly not enough. You gripped at him, fingertips dragging against his back while he pressed his face against your shoulder.
Your room was filled with desperate pants and moans of each others names, the both of you rutting against each other like animals in heat. There was hardly a rhythm, just a desperate grind and drag of your bodies against each other.
"Fuck, Soonyoung," You gasped, your thighs beginning to shake at sides as he fucked against you. He could feel your arousal through the fabric of both of your underwear, and it was driving him absolutely insane. He let out a broken moan, his voice turning into a squeak to match your pathetic little whine as you were rocketed into your orgasm.
The feeling hit you like a train, your breath catching and your hips rolling desperately into his which only served to push him over the edge into his own orgasm. He found your lips again; messy, and desperate and all tongue, and teeth, and spit as he tried to muffle his sounds with the taste of you. You pulled away from him, head falling back onto the pillows and a look of pure bliss washing over your face. He smiled, peppering kisses over your cheeks and across your nose which pulled a grin out of you.
"We made a mess," You said after a few minutes of his undivided attention.
"We can shower." He answered, leaving a quick series of kisses against your lips.
"You just want shower sex." You argued lightly. He didn't argue back.
"Irrelevant," He said, kissing you one more time. "But we should still shower."
copyright 2024 coupsie-daisies, all rights reserved
pairing: non-idol!vernon x fem!bisexual!reader [ft. coworker!scoups]
genre: slight hurt/comfort. established relationship.
word count: ~1.4k
warnings: reader's friend accidentally making a biphobic joke at reader's expense (she apologizes immediately). food mentions. vernon being a sweetie (+ cheol too). literally no proofreading btw.
daisy's notes: no taglist for this one purely bc its very self indulgent (like i entirely wrote this for me lol) + its a lil expansion of a fic i wrote on nonranghaes.
Most people in your life now were the kind of people you trusted. While you’d never been ashamed of your sexuality (your support system while questioning had been too strong and there for you every step of the way)... Sometimes you felt as though people had grown a little too comfortable.
Not Vernon. Never Vernon: you came out to him a few months into dating him once you felt sure that he wouldn’t judge you, and he didn’t. He’d embraced your bisexuality with open arms, merely remarking a laid back “cool—how do you want me to respond? With a hug? I’m down for whatever,” and then his thanks that you trusted him enough to come out. Seungcheol knew, too, because the two of you had gone out for drinks after work and you’d drunkenly came out to him on the walk to your bus stop. His response had been a little different in the moment (it wasn’t judgmental in the slightest, but a “that’s not an excuse for not holding onto me—you’re going to fall!”) and he’d met you for breakfast the next morning to ask if he’d heard you correctly. Hell, Seungcheol was the reason you came out to Vernon: he’d set the two of you up, and you’d asked if Vernon was the kind of person to judge you for that.
He’d stared at you and answered with “Would I have introduced you if he wasn’t?”
(You suddenly grew to appreciate Seungcheol a lot more than just being your ‘big brother’ figure at work.)
Regardless, most people in your life were trustworthy. Therefore, everyone knew that you were bisexual. Simple. Anyone who judged you for being a bisexual woman in a relationship with a man was cut out of your life if they weren’t willing to learn.
Anyhow, that was how pretty much everyone at this party knew you and knew of your bisexuality. Not everyone in the room was straight (a slight reassurance—you didn’t feel like a spectacle in any way), and you’d noted those people because several of them were your friends. One of your friends was drunk at this point in the night, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Vernon was whispering something into your ear, fingers grazing over your bare shoulder and playing with the strap of your dress. He’d drank a little, too, and it was enough to loosen him up to initiate physical affection like this.
To be honest… You weren’t sure what brought you to the moment. All you knew was that the friend on the couch, Jia, had laughed and said something about how you “were bisexual, so obviously you weren’t going to decide,” and it’d hurt.
See, that was the thing: Jia was not bisexual (she was an out and proud lesbian, actually). You could make jokes about being bisexual and not making decisions, because you were poking fun at yourself, not just your sexuality. It was hard to explain to people, sure, but there was a difference between you making a joke over yourself and someone else doing it at your expense. The sting of Jia’s words were evident on your face, and she immediately realized what she’d hurt you.
“Oh my god,” she said, “I’m so sorry—”
“No, it’s fine,” you said, waving it off. “It’s fine.”
“No, I mean it, I didn’t—I didn’t mean that,” she said. “Really—”
You’d pushed Vernon’s hand off of your shoulder. “It’s fine! Don’t worry about it. I get it.”
Although Jia had settled back into the conversation, Vernon could see it on your face that it wasn’t fine. It was never fine. His attention fell back to Jia, who had changed the subject entirely, and then to Seungcheol, who seemed to be silently steaming in his seat. He could see the way you avoided Seungcheol’s gaze for a moment, and then quietly excused yourself to get a drink. Except you didn’t go toward the kitchen—Vernon watched you make your way to the front door. A second later, he heard Seungcheol speaking up, saying something to Jia about coming to grab a drink with him (which meant Seungcheol was definitely about to defend you). Which meant Vernon needed to do his part: Seungcheol would talk to Jia, Vernon needed to talk to you.
He found you easily enough. When he finally made it outside, there you were, standing underneath a streetlight and hugging yourself. You weren’t crying, but leaning against the base of it, rubbing your arms for warmth.
“Hey.” He made his way over to you, thankful you weren’t crying. He’d feel like a shitty boyfriend if you were crying: he should have moved immediately to follow you. If you needed the space, you would have said it outright. He, in your own words, was safe for that kind of talk. “You alright?”
You nodded, looking back out at the street. “Just… Didn’t feel like staying any longer.”
“For what it’s worth,” he stepped into the space next to you. “I think she’s genuinely sorry.”
“I know,” you nod. “I can tell. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have pushed back and insisted so hard. You know how she is.”
He watched the way you rubbed your arms again. You’d worn this sleeveless dress because it was one of your faves, and because it’d been warmer earlier. Vernon liked it, too: he thought the confident way you carried yourself was always your prettiest look. Yet the temperature had dropped lower than either of you had expected, but Vernon came prepared. He knew how to take care of his girl. If that meant stripping off his jacket and pushing it onto your shoulders, then so be it: he could handle the cooler weather.
“Thanks,” you pulled it closer to you. “I dunno. I mean, she immediately apologized, but it still kinda stings.”
“I get it.” He wrapped an arm around you. “Like… You can make those jokes because it’s you.”
“Right.” You leaned into him. “I dunno, I think it was the alcohol. I just…” With a deep breath, you shut your eyes. “I can’t help but feel like some people are expecting me to choose a side rather than a person.”
“I don’t. Cheol doesn’t, either. I don’t think anyone up there does,” he said. “But I know that doesn’t really matter.”
“It does, actually,” you said, opening your eyes again so you could meet his gaze. “I’m glad I have you guys. I just… I dunno. I’ve seen people say that kind of stuff before. I’ve cut people out because their opinion of me changed when I went from saying that I’m bisexual to saying that I have a boyfriend.” Shifting your weight from leg to leg, you let out a sigh. “I just—Can’t I just exist? I’m not ‘picking a side’ by being with you, I’m picking a person that I love. That doesn’t make me any more or less bisexual than I was before.”
“I know.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss against your temple. “For what it’s worth… I’m kinda glad you chose me.”
Your gaze met his again, a little teasing. “Kinda?”
He chuckled, warm as ever, and planted another quick kiss—only this time he’d pressed it against the corner of your mouth, ever the tease. He changed the topic with ease, fingers brushing against your arm again as he pulled you in closer. “You hungry?”
You looked back at the building behind you, “What about—”
“It’s boring,” he said; a complete lie, but one you were grateful for. “Besides… Cheol’s talking to Jia. He’s got your back.”
It earned a smile from you. Seungcheol always seemed glad to watch out for anyone he cared for: whether it was you and politely acknowledging the fact some male coworkers were disrespecting you, or picking up his friends when it was late and they needed the ride. He cared about people with his entire heart. You would have to thank him later, maybe bringing him his favorite coffee when you went into work next.
“I was thinking… Maybe we could find an Italian place?” Vernon pulled you along with him, arm resting around you. “Or tacos—Babe, I could murder some tacos right now.”
All you could do was smile, giggling a little as you fell into step with him. At least you had Vernon by your side: the person you chose to have there.
"Hey, Minghao." You shouted across the school parking lot with your hands stretched out either side of your mouth. "Come here" you said removing one hand from your mouth and making a motion beckoning him to run to you and he obliges.
"What's up?" He asks slightly looking down at your height gap.
"What was something weird you thought when you were a small child?"
"Good question." He pauses looking up to the sky while letting his chin rest between his thumb and index finger. "When I was told paper was made from trees I thought that they used a wide potato peeler and peel the tree to make paper."
It took a moment for you to process that but once you did, you were clutching your sides and gasping for air because of your intense laughter. Minghao even had to drag you to the nearest seating area because you couldn't stand up straight.
After a long while, your laughter died down and before you left you had the grin of a person who thinks what they're about to say is funny but instead just makes things awkward "I dunno about you but, your tiny self was dumb as hell."
lee y/n- younger sister of woozi, and dreams to become a big singer, in her second year of college, refuses to associate with any of seventeen or her family, instead of studying for school she’s writing songs in her small apartment she shares with yuki
tsukishima akira- daughter of two successful singers but doesn’t let that affect her attitude, she’s the mom of the group and deeply cares for y/n, which means she’s concerned about her singing career and kinda wants her to stick to college
jung jiyeon- went from being the most beautiful girl at hybe high to pledis’s beauty girl, only does makeup shoots and people love it, she’s very iconic and clumsy
huang jiayi- grew up in china as a child actress but knew it wasn’t for her, now she’s choreographing most of seventeen’s choreos and other idols
lim naeun- accidentally became seventeens manager and regrets loves it, even when she has to change hoshi’s twitter and instagram password when he’s drunk every. single. time.
park yeona-everyone knew she was talented with the camera ever since she was young, and now she’s in demand as a photographer alongside wonwoo, went from practicing with flowers to taking pics of the hottest people
hwang yuki- y/n’s best friend since she came to korea from, she is always there for y/n, and her biggest music career fan, will fight for y/n because “y/n is baby”, her father is korean and her mother is japanese and her korean name is yuri
Intro // Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 // Pt. 11// Pt. 12 // Pt. 13 // Pt. 14 // Pt. 15 // Pt. 16 // Pt. 17
Word Count: 3,745
Genre: Svt Mafia Au
Member: Mingyu
Note: it’s been a solid year but I’m really trying to bring this fic back to life and finish it off well! I’ve put so much effort into this it deserves to be finished lol
You weren’t even this determined to escape when Seventeen had taken you. Maybe it was because this time around you actually felt like you had people that would look for you, you had someone you desperately wanted to get back too. Just thinking about Mingyu getting back from his mission only to find you gone, and him potentially thinking you left on purpose was enough to make your heart feel like it as going to shatter into a thousand pieces. Sure, you wanted freedom, but you wanted Mingyu more. If staying in that house for the rest of your life was the price you had to pay to be with Mingyu, you were ready to pay it. And thanks to Hoseok, you could confidently confirm you would rather have Mingyu over freedom. Silly how being kidnapped for a second time was what it took for you to finally make this decision.
It was now light outside, so you must have been out for the whole night. You peered out the window and were surprised to see a city around you. Monsta X had made their base in a city? Part of you wanted to know the reasoning as to why they made camp here, but your thoughts were overpowered by something more important. This means if you did escape from their house, you would be able to disappear a lot easier than if you were just in some open land. There were enough people and just city chaos in general that would make good cover if you were able to run away. No, scratch that, when you run away. You were going to get out of there, you were going to see Seventeen again.
There wasn’t much in the small room you had been placed in. Just a bed, a small nightstand and a wardrobe. Naturally you snooped through everything, trying to find anything that you could use to your advantage, but as you had suspected; nothing. It occurred to you while snooping through the draws, even if you were able to break out of this house, you wouldn’t know what to do from there. You don't have any sort of cell phone, you don’t know anyone's numbers and you have no clue where the base is actually located, so it's not even like you could just find you way back to seventeens base. Monsta X had to have some sort of way to get in contact with your boys. If they are actually as close as they had made it seem, they have to be in contact pretty often, right? Maybe your first step was to try and figure out how they got into contact with others. Seventeen all had cell phones, but you rarely saw them messaging anyone outside of their own group. Honestly, a majority of them just seemed to use their phones to play games. Then again, if Jihoon really was that good at tracking down people, maybe all you needed to do was get in the view of some sort of security camera and he would be able to find you. While that might make it look like you ran away, at least they would have a rough idea of where you were? Maybe Mingyu would come and find you? You decided this would be your first plan of action.
You stayed in the room for what seemed like an hour or two. If you wanted to make this plan believable, you couldn’t jump into action to fast. You heard a few of them in the hallway a couple times, but no one came to see you. Not even Hoseok. You finally decided it was a good time to get the ball rolling, so you ventured out of your room. You eventually found Hoseok in the kitchen, messing around with something in their fridge. The house itself wasn’t that big compared to seventeens. Afterall, Monsta X’s base was more or less a fancy apartment, but it was definitely on the small side. Hoseok stopped what he was doing when he saw you.
“If I’m going to stay here than I expect to be treated like a normal person and not someone you kidnapped.” You declared, making Hoseok straight up and close the fridge.
“Of course,” Hoseok said, “I never planned on treating you like anything other than a normal person.”
“Good. Then if that’s the case I want to go shopping and get some stuff for that plain room. It’s too depressing.” You said. Hoseok thought for a moment, a tiny bit of skepticism dusted across his face. “Oh come on, even seventeen let me go outside every now and then. How else do you think I was able to go to the ball. On top of actually needing things I just want to soak up the city life. It’s been so long since I’ve been around other people. Plus, where am I going to go? You’ve been stalking me for years apparently, it's not like I’d be able to run away…” you mumbled. Hoseok seemed to be wavering a bit. Your plan was working. “Come on Hoseok! Let’s go out! I might not mind it here if we do fun stuff like this!” You say in a sing-songy voice.
“Alright, alright fine. Let me go tell Shownu and then we can go.” Hoseok finally agreed. You jumped up and down and clapping your hands.
“Yay! I’m excited! It’s been so long since I was in the city.” you say before he heads out of the room to find Shownu. Your heart was pounding in your chest. This was actually going as planned; you honestly couldn’t believe it was going this well. Something had to be wrong, there was no way it was going to work this well. Maybe it was going to go so well because Hoseok knew seventeen wouldn’t actually be able to find you.
When he got back, he passed you a black baseball cap to stay “inconspicuous” but you seriously doubted that was going to stop Jihoon from noticing you. You headed towards the front door before you noticed a minor issue.
“Uh, I don’t have any shoes…” you pointed out.
“Ah right,” Hoseok sighs, “you can borrow an old pair of mine, they might not fit but it’s better than nothing. We’ll get you a new pair first thing when we go out.” He finally decides, already on the hunt for a pair. You nodded, and then suddenly felt like you had been struck by lightning. Of course! You only had one pair of shoes back at seventeen, you only ever needed one so there was no need to have more. They would see your shoes by the front door still and know you didn’t leave on purpose! They were going to be looking for you for sure! At least you knew Mingyu would at the very least. You felt like you could explode with joy upon realizing that there was a solid clue as to what had happened to you. Because of this you weren’t that bothered Hoseok's shoes didn’t fit you at all. All that mattered now was to find some surveillance cameras to stand in front of.
Of course, as soon as the two of you headed outside, Hoseok began taking you through dark alley ways and sketchy back roads that wouldn’t have any sort of camera set up. It’s only natural that someone from the mafia would know how to avoid the cameras on the streets around their own house. You had sort of figured this would happen. However, there had to be at least one functional security system set up at the various stores you would be going too. One of them was bound to pick you up. Also, in order to get to these stores, you had to leave the back alleyways eventually. Sure enough, the two of you emerged from the dark streets and slowly started to enter a more populated area. You kept your eyes out for any sort of camera as well as possible without being too noticeable about it. You figured looking around at a new town was only natural, so you weren’t to lowkey about it in the end.
“It’s a cute little city, isn’t it?” Hoseok said, clearly noticing you looking around. You only nodded, eyes flicking from him and then back to examine the area around you.
“I think you’ll like it here. You always talked about how you wanted to live in the city back when we were in school together.”
“You remember that?” You questioned. You don’t even remember much about what happened back in those days. After all you had been through it didn’t even feel like your past. You felt as if you had always been forced to live in someone else’s house. always trying to earn people’s trust to have a little bit of freedom. Always on the verge of being in a dangerous situation.
“Of course, I remember, you were special to me even back then.” Hoseok exclaims. You gave him a weak smile back, trying not to show just how uncomfortable you were when you started to think about just how long he’s been stalking you.
As promised, your first stop was to get new shoes. Thankfully, there were cameras installed in multiple places throughout the store, and you made sure to tilt your cap back just enough to reveal your face without catching Hoseok’s attention. You stared straight into each camera and prayed Jihoon would somehow see. After paying for the shoes, you were starting to think maybe looking into them wasn’t enough. You had seen in some tv show one time that someone had blinked sos to people until someone finally noticed. Thankfully, Morse code for sos was something you had picked up after watching so many true crime shows. You decided the next time you found a camera you’d try that.
Throughout the entire shopping trip, you were able to find a good handful of cameras. Some were in stores, and some were outside along the roads. You weren’t sure if all of them were actually recording but it was worth trying anyways. Whenever Hoseok wasn’t looking you were blinking sos at them. There had been a terrifying moment when Hoseok had turned around to see you blinking up at the sky weirdly and asked you what you were doing. Thankfully your brain was feeling extra quick today, and you quickly lied that something had gotten in your eye and you were trying to get it out without rubbing it. You even went as far as to ask him if he could see anything just to be on the safe side. Had you not been secretly trying to get a message through to Seventeen, the outing would have been really nice. The city was pretty, and it felt so nice to be able to walk for a long time and get a constant change of scenery. You had really missed your freedom and being able to walk around like this. Your mind drifted to your coffee shop. How was everyone doing there? What would they say if you went back all of the sudden? You missed making all the different drinks and meeting new people every day. Deep down inside you knew there was no point in pining after it, because even if you could free yourself from both Monsta X and Seventeen, your life would never be the same. You weren’t even sure you would be safe if you left the country. Someone would find you eventually, so you were just going to have to make the best of it. And the best of it was with Seventeen.
Wonho paid for the last bit of shopping the two of you had done, and then you started the journey back to the apartment. Please, you thought to yourself, please god let one of those reach seventeen. Hoseok must have noticed your change in attitude as the two of you got closer and closer to the apartment.
“We can go outside a lot more often than when you were with Seventeen. We’re a lot closer to stuff than they are, so it isn’t as big of a journey.” Hoseok pointed out. You faked a very weak smile and nodded a little, your mind somewhere else entirely.
You spent the rest of your day milling about the house. None of the other members tried to talk to you, and you certainly didn’t go out of your way to talk with them. More often than not if they walked into a room that you were in, you would just end up leaving. You could tell they were all on edge because of you. Rightfully so too. You had practically become a member of Seventeen at this point, and they just kidnapped you. It wasn’t going to be received well. If they were all so on edge, why would their boss let you leave? He had to know that Jihoon was good at tracking people, right? Maybe he was purposely trying to have you found, or maybe he was just that confident no one would be able to pinpoint their base, let alone break in. You eventually found yourself in your room and ended up staying there for the rest of the night. You didn’t go down when Hoseok invited you for dinner, and you didn’t eat anything when he brought some food up for you. You had no reason to fake being overly complacent with them anymore. If your camera idea didn’t work, there was nothing else that would work. All that was left to do was to wait and see what came of your hard work. You were just going to have to survive a couple days with them, and then everything would go back to normal…hopefully.
When you woke up the next day, there was no reason for you to get out of bed, so you just laid there. You drifted back in and out of sleep, but the time you were awake was spent looking around the small room or listening to the movements around the house. After about an hour or two of lying there, you got hungry so decided to get up. Your entire journey to the kitchen you didn’t see any of the members, so you ended up helping yourself to a bit of food. You could have sworn you had heard the members walking around earlier this morning, but know the house was silent. You shrugged your shoulders and headed back to your room. You climbed back in bed and grabbed one of the books Hoseok had gotten for you and stayed that way for a long time.
This wasn’t like when you had first been taking by Seventeen. Then you were scared to do anything, scared to even move. You had felt betrayed and had no hope. But now, there was nothing but hope in you. You were positive Mingyu would come bursting through the doors at any minute and come rescue you. Having a reason to be hopeful in this situation really made everything different. You made it through the first time okay because everyone in seventeen was nice to you, or rather, almost everyone. Most importantly you had Joshua there to help. You had no idea how he made it through his kidnapping, without the comforting thought of being rescued or nice people.
Your second full day at Monsta X’s base had almost passed by. You still hadn’t heard anyone else in the house since early morning and were starting to wonder if you should go investigate. If no one was home, who was going to stop you from just walking out the front door? Eventually, you decided you should do just that. First, you checked all the other rooms upstairs. As expected, they were empty. Then you headed downstairs and started checking the other rooms. Absolutely no one was home, unless there was some secret room you didn’t know about. Hesitantly, you headed towards the front door. This was almost too easy, it had to be a trap. You slowly twisted the doorknob, as if at any second it was going to electrocute you. The doorknob twisted, but the door didn’t budge. You adjusted the various locks on the door, but even then, the door didn’t move. Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy. It’s not like you could just slip out of a window either since you were so high up. You let out a loud grown and began pacing around the room. Within the next five minutes, noise began to come from the door. Someone was outside. All your senses went on red alert. You heart was in your ears and you felt like your breathing was the loudest thing on earth. If it had been one of the members, they would have just unlocked the door and walked in already. Was it someone else? Were you finally being rescued, or was it a third party all together? You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there like an idiot.
There was more rattling at the door, as if someone was trying to pick the lock. You could make out some murmuring, so it had to be more than one person. The rattling felt like it was going on forever, and then the voices raised.
“Come on, we don’t have time for this! Here, move over.” The voice said. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. You knew that voice. Before you could do or say anything, there was a huge BOOM, and then the door creaked. One more strong BOOM and the door flung open, a part of the lock clattering to the floor. Along with the swinging door came none other than Mingyu. You instantly ran forward and tackled him with a hug, catching him off guard and making him stumbled back slightly. As soon as he realized it was you, if being tackled had bother him, it didn’t anymore. He wrapped around you and clung on as if you were going to disappear into smoke at any second. You were instantly surrounded by his warmth and comforting scent, and all your worries and stress melted away instantly.
“(Y/n)! Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they? I’m so sorry.” Mingyu gushed in a frenzy of words. You barely understood half of them he was speaking so fast.
“Mingyu, we need to go. Now.” Came Minghao’s voice. Mingyu didn’t wait for an answer from you. His brain was going a mile a minute. All he could think about now was getting you back to safety, he could talk with you after that. Before you knew it, you were behind pulled along at the speed of light by Mingyu, Minghao in front of the two of you, leading the way. The three of you were soon piled into a small car, and then Minghao floored it. Driving through a city can already be nerve wracking, but speeding through a city? Oh no, you were at peak anxiety. On top of that, you were still shell shocked they had found you. Even with all the hope that you had, there was still a part of you that had felt like no one would come to look for you, like the first time. Mingyu was talking in a stern voice with someone over the phone, relaying different bits of information to Minghao. You caught that they knew the current location of everyone in Monsta X and everything was going according to whatever plan they had come up with. All in all, you were safe now, you were going back home.
Mingyu didn’t end the phone call until you were well out of the city, concealed in trees that no doubt concealed the base as well. There was silence for the first time since they had come to get you. You could tell Mingyu had a lot on his mind and judging by the sympathetic looks Minghao was giving him, he could tell too. After what felt like years of driving through the bumpy forest road, you finally come up to the base and Minghao stopped the car. You had never been so happy to see a building before. You were finally starting to feel like everything was right in the world again. The three of you got out of the car, and Minghao headed inside. Mingyu lagged behind, and so did you. He turned to face you with a somber look on his face. Before he could actually say anything, your emotions finally caught up with you, and you lost all control. You burst into uncontrollable tears, in a state Mingyu had never seen you in before. He didn’t know what else to do other than to hug you close to him.
“You found me…” you finally manage to choke out, making Mingyu pull you closer. “I was so worried you would think I ran away and wouldn’t try to look for me.” You sobbed. Mingyu doesn’t say anything, but doesn’t stop hugging you, giving your back small pats until you calm down a little.
“How did you find me?” you ask, pulling away a little to look at his face in the dim light of nightfall.
“Well, first of all, who would run away without their shoes? And that would be thanks to your quick thinking and Jihoon’s skill.” Mingyu smiled as he wiped away a stray tear.
“My camera trick worked!” You smiled.
“We would have found you even without that, but we were able to find you a lot quicker thanks to that. Smart thinking!” Mingyu chuckled, pulling you in for another hug. “He shouldn’t have been able to get you in the first place though. You shouldn’t have had to gone through that.” He said, his voice suddenly becoming pained. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and there was silence for a moment.
“It’s okay, because in the end you found me.” You said softly. The two of you stayed that way for a while before Mingyu finally straightened up.
“We should probably get inside; the others are all waiting to see you. They were all worried too.” He explained.
“Well, we can’t keep them waiting any longer now, can we?” you said, taking Mingyu’s hand in yours before the two of you headed for the front door.
Kinktober '23: Strength Kink + Size Kink | Kim Mingyu
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x plus-size!afab!Reader
Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Fluff, Best friends to lovers, Kinktober 2023
Summary: A simple movie night leads to Mingyu discovering something interesting about his best friend, and the lines between friendship and more start to blur
WC: 4.2k (I got carried away)
Warnings: manhandling, Mingyu has a huge cock, this man is whipped, unprotected sex (be safe, have fun), fingering, one pussy slap, creampie, Gyu has a filthy mouth...literally can't shut up, reader is called a lot of petnames (sweetheart, baby, pretty, pretty girl), lots of messy kissing
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You had been in many precarious positions with Kim Mingyu. He was one of your closest friends, the two of you having been friends for as long as you could remember. He was there when you tripped and fell in front of your first crush in elementary school, and you were there when he tried to do a backflip and broke his wrist in junior high. You'd seen enough embarrassing moments from him to think of him as anything more than your partner in crime. You understood, objectively speaking, that he was attractive. He'd always been tall, and he was incredibly charming in his own goofy way. But having people be jealous of you for being so close with him had never made any sense.
It got worse the older you got. Into college when Mingyu started really growing into himself, when he started opening up his social circle and meeting so many people that practically everyone knew him. He had gym friends, and class friends, and then he rushed a frat and it was insane how much harder it was to spend one on one time with your best friend.
But you weren't a jealous person, and you knew perfectly well that nobody was going to take your place in Mingyu's life. You joked that nobody would understand him the way that you did unless they'd waxed his legs like you had. He said that it didn't matter if they'd done that, they'd never compare to you. You ignored the way it made your heart jump in your chest.
Now that the both of you were out of college, chasing your own separate careers and living on opposite ends of the city, it was hard to find time for the two of you. Your past weekly lunches turned into weekend facetime calls between morning workouts and nights out with your respective friend groups. The best nights, however, were the ones where you crashed at his house instead of your own, weekends where your schedules cleared up enough for you to make plans. And the sleepovers were never planned, just game nights that stretched into movie nights, which stretched into late night conversations, and eventually falling asleep on his bed and waking up to the smell of him making breakfast.
You were in the midst of one of those nights now, the two of you curled on the couch after playing video games for a while. That was cut short by Mingyu pouting at you and claiming your winning streak had to be some sort of cheating. Now you were sitting opposite him on the couch, the bowl of popcorn he'd made for the both of you sitting in your lap. He reached over, and you stretched your arm away from him, effortlessly hoarding the popcorn. He let out a whine of your name, the pout evident in his voice, but you just grinned and giggled. He gave up, and you settled the bowl back down in your lap, tossing a couple pieces into your mouth.
After a few moments, when he thought you were thoroughly distracted, he tried to reach for the popcorn again. But just when he thought he had it, you held it out of his reach again, sending him a playful glare.
"Snack stealer," He huffed out. You stuck your tongue out at him.
"Should have brought more snacks if you wanted to share." You teased him. He stared at you for a moment, only looking away to eye the bowl of popcorn that he so desperately wanted. Then he was lunging towards you, and you let out a startled screech, scrambling backwards to keep from getting completely trapped under his upper body. He grabbed your leg, using it to pull you closer to him, and another startled noise slipped out of you as he tugged until you were almost completely laying down on the couch.
Even with him clearly having the upper hand, you refused to give up so easily. You pushed your knee against his side, mostly as a distraction as you managed to wiggle out from under him, getting to your feet and hugging the popcorn bowl to your chest as you searched for the best escape route. Your best bet was his room, but that was so far away and there was a pile of blankets on the floor in your way from the fort you never ended up making.
Before you could come up with any sort of decent plan, Mingyu was grabbing your bicep in a large hand, pulling you back and easily manhandling you around, pushing you firmly onto the couch and snatching the bowl from your hands. You whined when your back hit the soft cushions of the couch. It was a high pitched, pathetic sound, very much reminiscent of the spark that zipped through your stomach and burned between your thighs.
Oh. That was new. You squirmed, pressing your thighs together to try and ease the pulse that had picked up in your core. You'd never thought about how strong Mingyu was. I mean sure, he carried the groceries for you and he worked out regularly, and sure you'd noticed in passing how bulky he'd gotten over the past couple of years, but it hadn't really sunk in just how thick he was now. His thighs, his biceps. Hell, you were pretty sure his tits were going to be bigger than yours one day.
"Earth to Y/N," A voice finally broke through the not so innocent thoughts that were backing up your brain, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and dark and looking every bit like a deer in the headlights. Mingyu gave you a baffled look, tossing some popcorn up and catching it in his mouth. You eyed the expanse of his neck, the way his jaw flexed as he chewed, the bob of his adam's apple as he swallowed. Holy fucking shit. Maybe now you finally understood what the big deal was. Mingyu was a wet dream. "Why are you staring at me like that? Did I hurt you?"
There was something about the genuine concern in his voice that messed with your head. And in messing with your head, it apparently fucked up the brain to mouth filter in your mind.
"You're just so fucking hot," You blurted out. Immediately after, your hand slapped over your mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut. If you couldn't see him, then he couldn't see you and the absolutely mortified look on your face. Now how the hell had you, after over a decade of being in Mingyu's presence, managed to embarrass yourself more than you ever had before? And then Mingyu laughed, and you would have sunk all the way into the springs and wood of the couch if you could have, suffocated in the cushion stuffing.
"Thanks. You're pretty hot yourself." He said after a few moments, once the sweet music of his laughter had died down to delighted giggles. You groaned, tipping your head back and flipping him off. "Hey! I'm serious. You're sexy as hell, everyone knows it. Why am I not allowed to say it?"
You looked at him then, entirely at a loss for words. And it wasn't that you were insecure, you knew you were attractive enough, but you'd never heard Mingyu talk about you that way. Hell, you hadn't heard much of anyone talking about you that way. And with the newfound...admiration of your best friend's assets, your body warmed at the thought of him thinking about yours.
"It's not that. You're allowed to say it if you want, I guess. Just surprised is all." You explained, shifting a little bit where you were laying. You could feel how wet you were getting now, the way your panties were starting to stick to your core.
"I mean I'm not the one who just shouted that you're hot. I was just returning the compliment." He joked. You huffed, sending another harsh glare in his direction. He didn't pay it any mind, instead leaning over you and moving you so you were sitting a little more properly, effectively pushing you out of his spot. This time you did moan out loud, your body reacting on instinct as your thighs clenched together again.
Mingyu paused, his hand still gripping at the flesh of your thigh, and he felt the way you tensed under him, the flutter of your eyelids. He let out a breathless chuckle, his lips curling into a smirk of pure disbelief.
"No way. You're getting off on that." He accused. Your jaw dropped open, and you searched your mind for any coherent argument that you could make to save the last shreds of your dignity. "You like when I toss you around like that."
"I don't!" You lied, your face burning so hot you were pretty sure you were a second and a half away from combusting. Liar, liar, face on fire or whatever. "It's just that nobody has ever done that before. Never been able to, really."
Mingyu looked surprised, though you were pretty sure he could still see right through whatever lie you were trying to hide behind.
"You're not that heavy. Sounds like people need to try harder." He shrugged, and a shiver ran down your spine. You hadn't expected that. And the more you thought about it the more you started recognizing how much muscle he had. His biceps were bigger than you'd thought about, and his thighs were almost as big as yours, pure muscle.
"I think you're just bluffing. But seriously, it doesn't matter. Don't go reading into it or some stupid shit." You said, fixing him with an ever so menacing finger point. He didn't give in the way you wanted to, instead gripping your wrist with one hand and pinning it above your head.
"Bluffing?" He was so close, you could feel the weight of him crushing in on you. You could smell his cologne, the one you'd bought him a couple of Christmases ago. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I'm capable of. But I bet you wanna find out. Don't you, pretty girl?"
Any hesitance was out the window, consequences were a concern for whenever you woke up from this absolute dream. You nodded your head, chewing on your bottom lip. Fuck you wanted to know what he was capable of, wanted him to show you that your standards could use some raising. And that was never something that Mingyu had any problems doing.
He laughed, dark and deeper than usual, his eyes scanning over your face like he was taking you in for the first time all over again, learning every miniscule detail. Then he was crashing his lips against yours, closing in even more so you could feel the planes of his sculpted chest pressing against the softness of yours. He was warm, he always was, and your hands gravitated towards his shirt, sliding under the fabric to feel along the curve of his waist, down to the dips of his defined v-lines. How had you spent years ignoring this body?
The kiss was slow, deep, and dragged out the most pathetic whines from you. He was good at this, at working you up with a simple glide of his tongue against yours, or the tiniest dig of teeth against your bottom lip. Eventually his kisses trailed lower, along your soft jaw, down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin just above the dip of your neckline.
"Gyu," You whined, fisting at his shirt and tugging him impossibly closer. His hips slotted between yours, large hands gripping at your hips and pulling you close.
"What is it, baby? Need something?" He asked, taking the moment to push his hands under your shirt, kneading the softness of your waist and making you hiss out a quiet breath.
"Want you." You said, looking up at him with the sweetest eyes that had him absolutely melting into a puddle.
"Anything you want, baby, it's all yours." He promised. When he moved away from you, you started to protest, but then he was picking you up, guiding your arms around his neck and hooking your legs around his thighs like you weighed nothing. You squealed, hiding in his neck.
"I'm not built to have my feet off the ground, Kim Mingyu!" You chastised, but he just grinned, groping at your plush thighs that he always loved so much.
"What, you afraid of heights?" He asked with a smirk, already striding towards his bedroom. You didn't let go of him even for a moment, but your hands did wander a little, groping at the muscles you'd been so indifferent towards before. After all, who knew how many opportunities you'd have to do this again in the future.
Then you were being tossed on his bed, the mattress squeaking beneath you as you bounced, but it didn't take long for Mingyu to follow, closing in over top of you and caging you against his bed. You reached up, fingers carding through his dark hair and pulling him down to kiss you again. His lips against yours was quickly becoming an addictive feeling. He tasted like the beer he'd been sipping earlier in the night, a taste that you were pretty sure you'd only enjoy off of him.
He pulled back, sitting up on his knees to discard his shirt, then moving on to do the same to yours. He pouted at the sight of your bra as if it were a personal affront to him, then he was looking at you, waiting for your permission to take it off. You didn't give it to him, instead reaching underneath you to unhook it, sliding it off and watching the way his eyes glossed over, his tongue poking against his cheek. He was eating you alive with his gaze, and he looked lost to the world when his hands cupped your tits. He groaned, weighing them in his hands and kneading them gently before dipping his head to wrap his lips around one of your nipples.
You squirmed, and one of his hands pinned your waist harder against the bed, keeping you put even just with the thought of overpowering you. You whined, his tongue making messy work around your hardening nipple, wetting a great portion of your breast, not that you could complain when it felt good. It was amazing having him ravish you the way he was, tasting every inch of skin and leaving tiny marks in his wake. Then he was switching to the other, giving it the same treatment until he pulled away. He had a delighted grin on his swollen, spit slicked lips.
"You're so fucking pretty. Look at these tits," He mumbled, still playing with them as if he were entirely fascinated and couldn't move on. You whined louder now, fixing him with the best pout you could.
"Mingyu, need you. Don't tease me. Can play with my boobs later." You were nearly throwing a tantrum with the annoying whine in your voice and the way you squirmed and huffed underneath him. He tutted, though he still made his progress downwards, kissing along your tummy and tucking his fingers under the edge of your pants to take them off for you.
"So impatient. Need to be full that bad?" He asked.
"Yeah," You agreed instantly, propping yourself up so you could watch the descent he made, the way his mouth was practically worshiping your curves. You knew he'd always had a type, but you'd never put two and two together you supposed. "Want you to fuck me, Gyu. Want it so bad. Please,"
Mingyu grinned, pulling off your pants and your soaked panties in one go, leaving you completely bare underneath him. He cursed lowly, the sound of his voice sending another shiver down your spine. He dug his fingertips into your thighs, spreading them open to get to what he had been aching for for ages.
"So wet already. Just from being manhandled a little? Didn't know you were so dirty," He teased, and you fixed him with a heatless glare. "Gonna have to taste you next time. Don't think you're patient enough to wait through that and stretching you out for me."
"Don't need you to stretch me out," You said quickly, the thought of his mouth on your aching pussy enough to send you into a little frenzy. "Can just eat me out and then fuck me, right Gyu? Don't have to get me ready."
"Oh, sweetheart. You're gonna need to be opened up. Don't wanna break you." He hummed, fingers already sliding through your arousal, dragging it over your lower lips, then up to swirl around your clit. You gasped softly, a content hum rumbling through your chest as he finally eased the burning need to be touched.
"I'm not a virgin, Mingyu! I know how to take dick." You argued, and he landed a single slap against your pussy. You cried out, your thighs twitching shut at the sting. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle the pathetic moan begging to come out when Mingyu wrenched your legs back open, pressing them where he wanted them and giving you a quick warning look. One that said loud and clear don't make me move them again.
"Nobody said you were. But I've heard about your sex life, and nobody has fucked you open enough to take me. So I have to do the hard work myself." He told you. You didn't even have a moment to form a response, his middle finger sinking into you with ease. You gripped at his sheets, not having expected the feeling but certainly delighted by it.
"Another, Gyu. Please." You said, less demanding this time. He liked that, the way that you seemed to be done arguing with him, finally taking what he was giving you. He slid a second of his long fingers inside of you, scissoring them and twisting them carefully. You called his name when he found the spongy spot that sent your stomach tumbling and twisting. He hummed, focusing his attention on caressing that spot and watching the way that you gushed around him.
His brow was furrowed in complete concentration, his expression the definition of focus, and it had you feeling so seen that you couldn't help but squirm.
"Stay put, pretty girl." He demanded softly, and you whimpered.
"Then stop looking at me like that! Making me shy."
"How shy can you get when I'm knuckles deep in your dripping cunt?" He asked, curling his fingers again to earn more of the pretty sounds he kept pulling out of you. "Thought you were begging for my dick earlier, but I can't look at what's mine? That doesn't seem quite right, baby."
You huffed and whined, not entirely able to form thoughts but wanted to argue against his teasing. He just chuckled, pulling his hand away to ease a third finger into you. The stretch stung for a moment, and he pressed kisses to the insides of your thighs in a silent apology as he worked you open just a little more.
"Alright, think we can try now. You ready, baby?" He asked, pulling his fingers out for good this time and leaving you feeling tragically empty. You nodded though, knowing that the moment of waiting would be so worth it once you had him fucking you into next week.
Mingyu grinned, getting up to kick off his pants and take off his boxers. What you were greeted by left your jaw hanging open in disbelief. It shouldn't have surprised you that his cock was as breathtaking as he was, and it certainly shouldn't have surprised you that it was just as big and thick as he was. You watched the way he stroked himself, your wetness from his fingers smearing along his length. He wasn't terribly long, but he was so goddamn thick that you couldn't imagine your body opening up enough to take him. The head was leaking, a tiny stream of precum dripping down the pretty pink tip.
"Now do you see why I had to get you ready. Can't go hurting my pretty baby, gotta make sure you can take it."
"You're so big," You said despite the fact that both of you knew this by now. "Never even seen such a perfect cock. Fuck, you're gonna ruin me."
Mingyu groaned, his dick twitching in his palm. He needed you, maybe more than you needed him right then. He returned to his place between your legs, dragging the tip of his cock to nudge against your clit and watching the way your hole clenched around nothing.
"Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?"
You nodded frantically, hands reaching down to hold your thighs apart for him, and he nearly went into cardiac arrest at the sight. How had he let anyone fuck this pretty pussy before he had? Let anyone else even try to make you feel good? He didn't like thinking about it. So instead he lined himself up with your eager hole, slowly pressing the tip in until he finally slid home. You shivered and whined at the feeling of him sinking into you. His movements were slow, still worried about hurting you as he pressed into you inch by inch.
By the time he was bottomed out, tears were welling along your lash line, and your walls were spasming around his length, trying desperately to get used to being split open. You tried to steady your breathing, to relax so you weren't choking his dick so tight. He reached down, rubbing slow circles on your clit and mumbling words of encouragement that were only serving to make you more needy.
"Just gotta relax, baby. Already taking me so well. Gonna make you feel so good. Fuck," He gripped at your thigh, squeezing it to try and keep his control steady. But fuck he wanted to rail you so hard you cried on his cock, and his self restraint was slipping through his fingertips.
"Fuck me, Gyu. Can take it, I'm ready." You begged, hips wiggling to get more of the delicious stretch. He didn't have to be told twice. He guided one of your legs to wrap around his waist, leaning down so his arms were caging you in and all you could see, all you could feel, all you could smell was him. You pulled him closer as his hips started to roll. Out, then in, then out again, faster and faster until he was setting a brutal pace.
His sheer size was enough to have you spiraling towards an orgasm, but the way his pistoned into you, the sloppy sounds of your hole gushing around him filling his room. It was embarrassing in all the right ways. You pulled him in to kiss you, and this time the kiss was rushed and desperate, teeth clacking against each other, and saliva making a mess of your face, but you didn't care. Not when all you could think about was the fact that you could feel him in your stomach.
"So close," You warned him, and he chuckled, moving to suck a hickey onto your neck.
"Already gonna cum for me? Did I fuck you that good? Thought you said you could take it." He taunted, though it was obvious from the strain in his voice and the wavering of his thrusts that he probably wasn't gonna last a whole lot longer either.
"Yeah, fuck me so good, Gyu. Feels so fucking perfect. Your cock fills me up so full, can't fucking breathe. Mingyu, please. Please I need to cum." You babbled, tears finally starting to drip down your cheeks. He wiped them away with a touch much more tender than the way his hips were slamming against yours.
"Go on then, soak my cock. Show me how good I make you feel. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, only gonna need my dick." He was practically whining, trying to hold onto the last ounce of control he had. But then you were coming around him, walls milking him for all he had and he was an absolute goner. Your breathless chant on his name made him cum, filling you up so deep and so full that you couldn't do anything but cling to him and bask in the warmth of it.
He was careful as he collapsed against you not to squish you under his weight, half holding himself up at your side as he held you closer.
"Did so fucking good, took my cock so perfectly. Fucking made for me." He mumbled, leaving a trail of warm, gentle kisses along your shoulder.
"Gyu, you're gonna get hard again if you don't pull out." You warned him, already feeling his cock trying to return to full mast. He just grumbled.
"Gonna get hard again if I pull out too. You're just hot. Can't help it. Looked so pretty when you came because of me." He whined for real this time, a worked up, defeated sound. "We can go again, right? You can take another! Just give me a minute to get ready again. Gonna fuck you again."
You were in for a long night, but you couldn't possibly say no to those big brown eyes.
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Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), canon compliant if that's an issue
Summary: When Pledis brought in another producer to help with Woozi's workload, his ability to focus began to wane. Luckily for him, she noticed it too.
WC: 2k
Warnings: thigh riding, woozi is kinda talkative, praise, explicit kissing, titty sucking, woozi feels like a pervert but he doesn't really act like it
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Jihoon tried harder than anyone knew to be a kind, respectable, dependable, respectable person. And, generally speaking, people thought he did a good job. He knew he was a workaholic, spent too much time cooped up in his studio working on songs for his group, for other musicians, for nobody but himself, but his studio was one of the only places that Jihoon generally felt he was at his best. He was good at that, good at making music that made people feel things, that told a story. He was proud of that.
So he was especially proud when he was introduced to you, all bright eyed and bushy tailed as you were introduced as a new producer working under Pledis entertainment. It meant the two of you would work closely together. He knew that part of the reason you'd been hired was to help take some of the stress off of him. So it was hard not to appreciate your presence in his place of solitude.
You were so sickeningly sweet sometimes, doting on him and the members, coming with snacks or full meals or even just coffees in hand - though when you brought him coffee, you also brought him a bottle of water, insisting that hydration was just as important as caffeination. He probably would have been annoyed if it was anyone else, but Jihoon found it incredibly difficult to be annoyed with you.
Maybe the best part of having you work with him was that you were an amazing producer. He was amazed to find out that you hadn't produced for any big name artists yet, that you yourself had been shocked at being hired by Pledis, applying on a whim. You challenged his ideas, managing to bring out the best creations he thought he'd ever made, and you bounced ideas off of him so easily. Most of all, he was enamored with the way that you understood him, you got the way his brain worked, the way he created.
An album later and the two of you were an inseparable team. Which, unfortunately for Jihoon, was beginning to threaten his kind, respectable nature. Because there you were in his studio, the lights casting glows across your skin, across your exposed collarbones and your pretty, soft face, and your hair was pulled back into a ponytail that he was becoming desperate to wrap his hand in. Because as much as he wanted to be a good person, you brought out a downright perverted side of him. He'd been struggling for weeks as the two of you worked on writing a song for another artist together. He'd become too aware of the way you tapped your pen against your pretty lips, and the way that you whined when you stretched your back, and the way that your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you got frustrated with your work.
"Hoon?" You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He blinked, suddenly very aware of how close you were, that he could smell the honey and cinnamon shampoo you used, and that he could see straight down the front of your shirt where your tits were pushed together. Oh, and the way that his cock was twitching to life, beginning to fill out in his sweatpants. He cleared his throat, eyes snapping up to yours. "What's going on in your head? You haven't heard a word of what I said."
He opened his mouth, finding himself at a loss for words because, honestly, he couldn't even explain what was going on in his head if he wanted to. He shook his head, moving his chair a little further from you and turning back to the track he'd been working on.
"Nothing, just tired."
"You should rest, we've been here all day. Take a nap, I'll order some food," You said, standing up to nudge him towards the couch. He shook his head, shrugging your hand off his shoulder. You pouted, grabbing his chair instead and spinning him around. He felt a wave of panic wash through him, fully aware of how achingly hard he was now that he was exposed to you.
"Seriously, I'm fine. Don't worry so much. Let's just finish this." He said, face beginning to warm. You narrowed your eyes at him, scanning his face. "Y/N,"
"What?"
"Stop looking at me like that." He said, voice tight and dropping lower than you'd heard it. You suppressed a shiver.
"Like what?" You asked him, but of course you knew. You'd been trying to push him to stop staring at you and actually make a move for months now, but he was so goddamn respectful, so absolutely devoted to being kind that he was willing to overlook every blatantly flirty remark and too-intimate touch.
"Like you want me to do something we'll both regret." He said, clenching his jaw. You leaned closer, one of yours hands moving slowly up the length of his arm, over the muscle of his shoulder, down the slope of his chest. So, so slowly that every second felt like it was a hundred heartbeats long when that's all that Jihoon could hear rushing in his ears.
"Who says I'll regret anything?" You asked, voice hardly above a whisper, and your eyes baring down on his. He fought the urge to kiss you, to pull you closer to him and say fuck all the rules and regulations. He choked back the burning desire that you were so willingly stoking.
"Y/N,"
"Would you regret it?" You asked him, reaching up to tip his chin up, dipping your head closer until you could feel his shaky breath against your cheek. "Tell me you don't want to touch me. Say it and we act like this never happened."
You gave him a beat, and then another. The tension drew tight as neither of you said anything. He watched you as you watched the slow parting of his lips, then watched them press back together in silence. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his and melting into the taste of him.
Instantly his hands found your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. You didn't break the kiss as you adjusted to straddle him in the chair, pressing yourself firmly against him as he pulled you closer. His tongue prodded against the seam of your lips, eagerly being welcomed inside. He tasted of soda and chewing gum, and you were addicted to it. Your hands found his hair, long enough now for him to tie up - not that he usually did unless he was deep in a track.
"Jihoon," You whined when he pulled away, bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout at the loss of his kiss. He hummed in response, mouth finding your jaw and leaving slow, warm kisses down the curve of it. You inhaled softly, your complaints dying on your tongue. He nipped at your pulsepoint, dragging his tongue over it before moving on to mark your skin just above the neckline of your shirt.
You pulled away, tugging the fabric over your head and tossing it onto your chair. He sighed at the sight of you bared for him, hands moving up your sides, higher to cup your breasts over the thin fabric of your bra. He swore he could look at you like this all day, memorize every scar and stretch mark and dip of your body. You, on the other hand, weren't half as patient. You reached behind you, unhooking your bra and letting it slide down your arms. Jihoon took it upon himself to discard the useless piece of fabric, dipping his head to kiss along the curve of your tits.
"Take these off, too." He said, pushing at the waistband of your sweatpants. You stood up, pushing them down your legs and kicking them aside before settling yourself on his lap again. He shifted your weight, settling you over one of his thighs, his shorts exposing enough skin that the only thing keeping him from the warmth of your core was the flimsy pair of panties you had on.
Jihoon cursed, feeling the way your hole leaked over his leg, soaking the fabric of your underwear.
"Need me so bad, don't you?" He asked, returning diligently to his self-appointed task of kissing over every inch of your chest. You nodded, words lost when his warm mouth wrapped around one of your nipples. Your hips rocked into the firm muscle of his thigh, desperate for any ounce of stimulation other than helplessly clenching your walls around nothing.
He gripped your hips tight, and you assumed it was to stop you from seeking your pleasure, but instead he pressed you harder into his thigh, tensing the muscles underneath you to perfectly drag against your clit. He teased his teeth over your nipple at the same time, and you closed your eyes. One of your hands returned to his hair, the other gripping at his shoulder to keep your balance.
With a steady, demanding hand, he guided you to grind against his thigh. You chewed on your lip, trying to keep your wits about you as you fucked yourself on his thigh. You didn't want to seem as desperate as your body was, but your dripping hole was giving you away, leaving a puddle of your arousal on his skin that he was a little bit addicted to.
"Let me hear you," He demanded, pulling his head away from your tits, and looking up into your eyes. Your stomach twisted and fluttered at the depth of his voice. You shook your head a little, nervous to be too loud despite the studio being soundproofed for production purposes. But Jihoon was having none of it.
He tugged your lip from between your teeth, hooking his thumb into your mouth and holding your face steady, eyes on him and body feeling too warm under his attention. His other hand didn't let up, still pushing and pulling you against him and rutting you down against him like a bitch in heat.
You whined, the sound coming out loud and clear and earning a satisfied look from Jihoon underneath you.
"Good girl," He praised, and your walls crumbled around you, every inhibition slipping out of your mind as you gave him more of what he wanted. He watched the way you followed his lead, half sucking on his thumb and half moaning around it as he got you off without hardly touching you at all.
"Please, need more." You mumbled, words slurred around his digit. He pulled it out, a trail of saliva smearing against your chin.
"No you don't, baby. You can cum like this. Try harder." He pushed you, using his spit-slicked thumb to play with your hardened nipples, circling over each one slowly, then the other, then back again while you chased your high. The burn in your thighs was getting to you, and your clit was throbbing with the desperate need to cum, to be full of him, but instead all you were getting was the grating stimulation of his leg against your clothed cunt.
You dropped your head against his shoulder, clinging to him and chasing the feeling of relief. He hummed, kissing the side of your head and bouncing his leg up against you, watching the way you shuddered in his arms at the stimulation.
"C'mon, know you can do it. Cum on my thigh like this and I'll fuck you. That's what you want, right? Just gotta cum first." He coaxed in your ear, and the sound of his voice sent you spiraling. You weren't even sure if it was his words or the way you were humping him, but your orgasm hit you like a train, knocking your breath out of you with a broken moan.
He slowed your hips down, letting you ride out your high and feeling the way you were literally dripping against him, warm and wet where your core was still fluttering against his thigh. He turned your head to press a kiss to your lips, this one much more gentle than the last.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He cooed, a proud glint in his eyes. You made it damn hard to be a respectable man when you looked so easy to ruin in his arms. But luckily for him, you didn't care about him being respectable, you just wanted him to take you the way you both wanted. The way you both would definitely not be regretting.
copyright 2023 coupsie-daisies, all rights reserved
Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), roommates to lovers, Camboy AU
Summary: Seungkwan is a camboy and after months of trying, he invites you, his best friend, to help him spice up one of his streams
WC: 5.8k
Warnings: Pet names (pretty girl, pretty, baby), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), light bondage, some voyeurism and exhibitionism aspects, prominent sub space, spanking, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), Seungkwan is such a soft dom in this but he doesn't take any shit
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Living with Seungkwan was nice. He had friends over sometimes, and they could get a little loud sometimes, but they were always polite towards you, and they really did try not to cause problems for you. Seungkwan himself was a good friend, someone you knew you could rely on to handle the grocery trips when you were busy, or to keep the dishes done up. He was a shoulder you could lean on, which might have something to do with the two of you meeting during what was, objectively speaking, your worst year of college.
Maybe the best thing about Seungkwan was that no matter how much he would tease you, he never judged your decisions, and you never judged his. It was easy for the two of you to mind your own business. So it was a bit of a surprise when he came bursting into your room after a couple sharp knocks. He didn’t wait for an answer, and you were grateful that you were actually wearing pants this time.
“Hey, quick question. Are you busy tomorrow night?” He asked. You looked up at where he was standing just inside your doorway.
“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” You said, sitting up in bed and stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t catch the way his eyes flicked down to the sliver of your stomach that exposed itself. “You should really learn to knock. I could have been busy. Or, like, changing or something.”
“Y/N,” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip into a dramatic pout. You whined back before huffing.
“Relax, relax. I’m sorry. No, I’m not doing anything tomorrow night. Why?”
He moved to flop onto the end of your bed.
“Okay, so you know how I do streams, right?” He asked. You nodded, remembering how awkward the conversation had been when he’d explained it, how nervous he was to tell you that he had a side hustle as a camboy. You, however, hadn’t thought anything much about it, which you could tell helped ease his mind. It never mattered to you what he did in his free time, especially when his pocket money bought you little treats from everywhere he went. Besides, anyone as hot as Seungkwan would be a fool not to profit off of their looks in one way or another.
“Mhm,” You hardly looked up from your phone, just enough to urge him to continue talking.
“So…I had an idea for how to change it up this week but I need help.” He said. That had you putting your phone down. What exactly was he asking of you?
“Look, if we’re going to a sex store, you’re paying.” You said. You watched a faded pink crawl up his neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I think I have everything I need for now. It’s just a weird request, so you can’t freak out on me. I’m warning you!”
“Consider me warned,” You motioned for him to carry on.
“Would you want to join me for the stream? Like…let me touch you or whatever?”
You lost any semblance of coherent thoughts at his question. Sure, you knew that Seungkwan masturbated for strangers on the internet, and you knew he’d offhandedly mentioned how people would be interested in seeing him with a partner, but you knew he’d never wanted to share something like that with anyone he didn’t trust inside and out. More than freaking you out, the invitation flattered you (and maybe sparked a heat low in your stomach). He trusted you enough to invite you into his most vulnerable space.
Unfortunately, your silence on the matter did nothing but make him nervous.
“You can just say no, I’m not gonna be mad.” He said, moving to get up. You frowned, reaching to catch his hand and stop him before he got too far.
“I wasn’t gonna say no. I was just thinking is all.” You said with a shrug. “I know you wanna make your undying fans happy, but I don’t want you to bring me into this unless it’s something you’re absolutely sure about.”
Your sincerity seemed to catch him off guard, but he shook it quickly except for the curling warmth rising in his chest.
‘I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a couple months. Didn’t know how to without making it…weird.”
“It’s us, Kwan, aren’t things always weird?” You teased him. You watched the way the tension washed out of him, the way his shoulders relaxed, and you found yourself relaxing with him.
A little over twenty-four hours had passed when you found yourself stepping into Seungkwan’s bedroom. It was odd, and the nerves were beginning to settle in your stomach. It’s not like you were some fresh and pure virgin, and if there was anyone that you trusted to fuck you on camera in front of dozens - if not hundreds - of people, it was Seungkwan. But now you were about to have your entire body on display, about to hand over the reins and let him do as he saw fit for the people watching him. The people watching you.
“You can make yourself comfortable,” He said, motioning towards his bed. You’d been inside his room plenty of times, and maybe you’d taken a peek at his streams once or twice, just to see what exactly it was he did, but this felt different. You knew what this room looked like from almost every angle, but seeing it like this in person and not through the tiny screen of your phone was new. The purple LED lights set the mood, washing his room in a cool glow that made the entire place feel like it was moving in slow motion.
You perched on the end of his bed, watching the ease with which he moved around, the confidence in his stride. It wasn’t unfamiliar, this version of him where he took up space and commanded a room, but the context added something in it that sent ripples through the pool of arousal settling into your stomach. He sat in his desk chair, adjusting his set up and bobbing his head to the quiet music that he had playing in the background. You admired the way that the dim lighting washed over him, casting shadows against his already stunning features and making him that much harder to look away from.
“Did you hear me?” He asked. You blinked the lust out of your eyes and gave him an apologetic smile instead of an answer. “If you’re nervous you can say so. We don’t have to do this.”
He could see through you without even trying. Damn him and his observant nature.
“I’m fine, seriously. I want to do this with you. New experiences or whatever, right?” You rolled your neck in a slow circle, letting your shoulders lift up and drop back, stretching the nerves out of your muscles and forcing yourself to relax. This wasn’t you, you weren’t generally so uptight. “What was it you were saying?”
“The set up over here will have the stream on it. If you’re worried about what people will see, you can check it on this one.” He nodded towards one of the screens in question, then pointed to the next one. “That one will have the chat on it.”
You nodded along, listening to him explain the set up and showing you what the viewers would see, it was exactly what you’d expected it to be, nothing too intimidating. Still, you were grateful for his explanations and reassurance.
“And you’re just gonna…fuck me?” You asked, not entirely sure what to expect. You’d discussed your limits, established a safeword for if you needed out. You’d talked about what you were into, what you’d never tried before, going to extents that made you squirm. By this point, you were pretty sure that Seungkwan knew your sexual preferences better than any partner you’d ever had in the past.
Seungkwan laughed, and the sound seemed into your bones, washing away the last of your worries. That was your Seungkwan, you were safe in his hands.
“Not right away. Gonna talk to the chat, touch you, get everyone all worked up. You don’t have to say anything, just follow my lead. Listen to my voice. Let me make you feel good. The teasing is half the fun, it’s the part they always like the most.”
He was speaking so casually, but the certainty in his voice was doing something to you. You nodded, trying to picture how things were going to happen. Where would he touch you? Would he be able to find all the places that made you squirm or would he be too preoccupied with his chit-chat?
“Then I’ll do what we talked about. Play with you, make sure you feel good. It really is about you this time around.”
This time around. It implied he’d bring you back, put on another show with you, maybe a bit more selfishly. One that was about him next time. You remembered how he’d explained that his fans wanted to see how he’d take care of a partner, presumably to imagine it was them. That was fine by you, and if you held a little piece of something special with Seungkwan, well, that was nobody’s business but your own.
He went through the process of getting the stream ready, and you say quietly, watching him slip into his element. It reminded you of when he’d host get-togethers for your friends, how careful he was to make sure that everything was perfect so nobody had to worry about a thing. You wondered if he’d do the same thing when he was playing with you.
“Camera on in one minute.” He said, moving so he was propped against his pillows, guiding you to sit between his legs. You did as he said, pressing your back to his front and leaning your head back into his shoulder, nervous eyes trained on the screen where the two of you were sitting. It gave a perfect view of the two of you, his arms wrapped around you, hands settling against your lower stomach, and his fingers tracing against the waistband of your pants.
The viewers started rolling in just after the stream started, dedicated viewers who expected him just like clockwork. They greeted him with nothing but adoration and excitement, and Seungkwan greeted them back, calling some of them by name and thanking them for their tips on the last steam, insisting that he’d put on a good show again, that he’d work hard to meet their standards.
You really weren’t paying too much attention to what he was saying, just listening to that smooth cadence of his voice and feeling the way his hands brushed down over your exposed thighs, thumbs tracing the line of the shorts you’d put on for this. His hands were warm and smooth, kneading at the flesh of your thighs and dragging his dull nails against the insides of them. You wondered if he noticed the way your body was melting into him with each pass of his palms against your skin.
After several minutes of focusing on nothing but the heat thrumming in your stomach, you found yourself fighting the urge to wiggle, and then he was riding his hands higher, stroking up your sies and pushing your shirt out of the way so that he could slip underneath, caressing your sids, along your stomach, swirling shapes that blended in with the dips of his voice as he spoke to the camera.
You’d very nearly forgotten the viewers, so focused in on the way that Seungkwan was familiarizing himself with your body. Nobody had ever taken this much time to touch you without even taking off your shirt. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you’d have to worry about that eventually, about him being able to take you apart and put you back together better than anyone else you knew. That thought, however, slipped through your fingers when his hands moved up to cup your breasts over your bra. The touch made your back arch involuntarily, chasing more pressure, more skin on skin contact, more anything because that simply wasn’t cutting it.
He laughed, voice swirling in your head and fogging it up enough that you didn’t even have time to be insecure when he pulled your shirt off and cast it aside. You opened your eyes, the glaring image of the two of you catching your attention, and the red light staring back at your nearly bare torso. You chewed on your lip, and Seungkwan dipped closer so that the mic wouldn’t pick up his voice.
“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded slowly, and his lips ghosted over the weak spot just below your ear. Your breath hitched when he flicked his tongue over it, waiting until your muscles gave out on you to suckle on it, drawing the tiniest whine from you. Then he huffed out a chuckle against the shell of your ear. “Good. I’m not done with you yet.”
His voice was dark, heady, and you were spinning in the abyss of it. The room felt like it was tilting at an odd angle, your stomach flip flopping and your body being held up only by the arm he had wrapped around you again, keeping you steady against him while he teased the curve of your cleavage above your bra.
“Yeah, she’s never been on camera before,” He said, voice no longer aimed towards you, but back at the audience that was becoming more and more antsy to have his attention back. You remembered then that people were watching you, watching the way that the slightest touch from him had you pressing your thighs together for a sliver of friction. “I know, she’s so pretty, isn’t she?”
A warmth crept into your cheeks at the easy praise, words spilling out as if you weren’t even there. It shouldn’t have turned you on the way that it did, but you couldn’t deny the wetness dampening your panties as his fingers dipped under the cups of your bra, tugging them down slowly enough for you to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t want to. So he pulled the fabric down under your breasts and let his hands idly knead at them. He wasn’t chasing your pleasure the way that you were, just taking his time touching you as his eyes scanned the chat screen. The praise, the requests for him to strip with you, the ones asking to see more of you.
You didn't notice it in your state, so focused on his touch that you weren’t even looking at him on the screen, but a sort of heated jealousy flickered across his face. He didn’t mind sharing you with his audience, that’s what had gotten you into his bed in the first place, but he didn’t like the idea of letting them take over, letting them make you feel good instead while he just followed their orders.
His fingers got harsher, brushing against your nipples before pinching them between his fingertips and rolling them. You whined, back arching to ease some of the sharp pain, and he bit back a devastated sound at how pretty you sounded. For him.
His eyes returned to the screen, reading the comments as they rushed by, thanking people for the tips rolling in as he continued to pinch and tweak your sensitive buds. He tugged and twisted, flicked at them until you were nearly panting, legs desperately pressing together as if that would make you less of a worked up mess.
“Stay still,” He mumbled sharply, easing up on his torment and instead kneading your breasts in large, warm palms as if to soothe the sting of arousal that he’d caused.
He continued like that, hands suddenly gentle and much more patient than you could stand. You whimpered after a few moments of his attention straying front ou, your hand finding his wrist and guiding it with feather light touches towards the waistband of your shorts. He laughed.
“Need something, baby?” He asked. The name was new, and it only sent your mind spiraling further into depraved desperation.
“Need you. Please?” You said, and it was quiet enough that you weren’t even sure if it could be heard through the stream. The only reassurance that your begging was noticed was the influx of pinging as more and more money rolled in.
“Need me? Im right here, pretty girl. What could you need?” He taunted, and you huffed.
“Need you to touch me. Wanna cum,” You said, the world around you fading out completely as you gave him exactly what he was looking for. He seemed satisfied, nudging you to sit up straighter so that he could pull his shirt off and discard it. Then he was pulling you back, pressing your bare skin to his, radiating warmth that had you melting, your skin burning with want, and need, and pure molten lava at that point.
Once you were settled back, he pushed your shorts out of his way, guiding them down your soft thighs so you could kick them off, leaving you just in the flimsiest, cutest pair of panties that you owned. The scrap of fabric barely covered you to begin with, and it was nearly transparent with your wetness, stuck to your folds. Seungkwan reached down, hooking your legs over his so he could hold you open for everyone to see, his fingers tracing your exposed thighs and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
You tried not to fold the moment you got his attention, you really did, but it was easier said than down when his touch skirted along the edge of your panties, so horribly close to your pussy that it made your hips back and your voice come out as a trembling whimper.
“Can you guys see how wet she is?” He asked, his voice dripping pure charm that only served to make your hold leak a little more. Then his fingers were pressing your panties against you, dragging them against your slicked clit in slow, torturous circles. You nearly sobbed, eyes opening to look up at him. The face that he looked breathtaking even from this angle was cruel, downright killer.
“She’s soaked already. You know, I knew she’d like being watched but I think she likes it almost as much as I do,” He laughed, and you huffed in protest, but he didn’t stop his touch regardless. “How many times do you think we can make her cum? Two? Three?”
You couldn’t bite your tongue this time, a scoff slipping out as your frustration built enough to sting between your thighs.
“Haven’t even proved you could make me cum once. How could they know how many times? Maybe one of them should just fuck me instead. Bet they’d be nice to me.” You snapped. You realized your mistake the moment you spoke. Seungkwan’s fingers stilled, his other hand coming up to grasp at your waist, tugging you hard enough that you couldn’t even consider not giving in. He guided you to flip over, settling you over his lap.
“Is that how you talk to me?” He asked, tugging your panties down to expose the curve of your ass to the cool air of his room. You shook your head harshly, trying to mumble out apologies, but only managing a series of pouty whines and please that he didn’t seem interested in listening to. “I didn’t fucking think so. I know you have manners, let’s make sure you use them next time.”
His hand came down, harsh and stinging against one side of your ass, your hips jolting and scrambling to escape the pain. He pulled them back into place, kneading your ass cheek beneath his palm.
“What do you say?” He asked. You buried your face in your arm, turning just enough to peek at him out of the corner of your eye.
“I’m sorry, baby, please,” You whimpered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Oh, you promise?” He taunted. You didn’t have a chance to answer before he was spanking you again. This time it was less hard, but followed by two more just as quickly. You yelped, kicking your feet up helplessly to try and protect your backside. He just pushed them down, taking a moment to rub at the abused flesh before giving you one more. You sniffled, though there weren’t any tears, just a pathetic thrum of humiliation and arousal washing over you.
“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, nuzzling into his thigh and leaving a soft kiss there as if it would take away from your misbehavior.
“Thank you pretty girl. Did so well for me.” He praised, tipping your head up and leaning down to kiss you. The feeling took you by surprise, the softness of his lips against yours wasn’t something that had gone unimagined, but it was better in real life, and so vastly opposite his harsh discipline from moments before. Nevertheless, it was chaste, and his eyes were still dark when he pulled away.
“I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Used your manners and everything.” He brushed his fingers down the curve of your jaw, gentle and adoring, then his eyes flicked up towards the camera. “What do you think? Is it time for a reward?”
His voice was sweet, and you wiggled your hips, half hoping that it would sway the viewers to your side and coax him into making you cum. Your pussy was throbbing with the need to be touched, to be spread open and stretched out, and the feeling was beginning to become uncomfortable.
He hummed, not speaking as he read the comments, just carefully focusing on the scroll of words that you weren’t in the headspace to make out. Then he was knocking your thighs apart, keeping you laid out there over his lap, and sliding his fingers down to your needy cunt. He spread your wetness along your lower lips, coating his skin in it before stopping to flick them harshly along your clit, back and forth at such a pace that you wanted to close your thighs. The only thing keeping them open was his forearm laid against one of them and the awkward position that he had you laid in.
You bit back a desperate whine as your orgasm crashed into you surprisingly fast, your body writhing in his lap as he continued to work you through it, rubbing fast circles against your clit and leaving your walls to clench and flutter, unsatisfyingly empty. The orgasm did nothing but make you more desperate for him.
“Please,” You whined as you came down from it, need burning hot and heavy in your lower stomach. He smiled, using his clean hand to stroke your hair away from your face. “Wanna feel you inside,”
He groaned, although it was nearly closer to a whine, wordlessly complaining about your impatience, and the effect it was having on him, and how it was no doubt ruining his carefully thought out plans for the stream. He pouted, bottom lip jutting out at the camera as he read the influx of comments.
“Aish,” He hissed under his breath. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”
You processed that he was talking to his viewers as he maneuvered you off of his lap so he could stand up. The bulge in his pants was obvious, the outline of his cock showing against the soft fabric. He didn’t do anything about it though, pulling you carefully to sit up instead, your back turned to the camera and you perched up on your knees. He pulled a spool of dark blue rope from his bedside drawer, moving your arms behind your back and carefully wrapping your wrists, trying your forearms together and giving them a tug. You hummed out a sound at the feeling, the slightest strain tugging in your shoulders and the rope rubbing against your arms leaving you with even more lava rushing through your veins.
He tipped your head up, making you look at him and silently questioning if you were comfortable enough. You nodded ever so slightly, looking up at your roommate with the widest lust blown eyes as if that would make him speed this whole ordeal up. You knew better though, knew he wouldn’t go easy on you. Especially not when you had an entire crowd to entertain.
“Needy little whore. Cute,” He hummed, pulling you around so that your back was facing him, your profiles to the camera. He pulled you back by your upper arm, catching you steadily against his chest when your balance gave way to his force. He reached around you, turning your chin up to catch your lips in a fast, messy kiss. It was all tongue, and saliva, and the taste of him as he practically devoured your mouth.
His hands roamed down your front, tracing your curves, down your stomach, before finally finding their way to your dripping core. He pulled your legs open wider, not caring about the little whimper that you let out in response to losing your balance again. After all, he had no intentions of letting you fall, and maybe you had a habit of forgetting how strong he was until he was keeping you upright with a single arm around you.
Two of his fingers slid through your folds, spreading them open for a third to tease against your hungry hole, sliding in slowly before sliding right back out and continuing to tease you. You were too breathless to complain, his lips leaving yours and dripping wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, then back up again, nipping at your earlobe before sucking what you were sure would be a very bold mark at the crook of your neck.
Then two of his fingers were filling you up, and your body threatened to fall forward, your legs trying to snap shut around his hand but in no position to do so. So instead he continued working you open, fingers fucking into you with the lewdest sound, pushing your wetness out and letting it run down his hand as he worked you open for him. You could feel his impatience in the way that he worked a third finger inside along with the first two, the sting earning a broken moan from you. It didn’t last, turning into a burning need for more, more, more. That’s all you could think about, greedy little whore. Just for him.
It took you a considerable moment to realize that he was the one whispering those words to you as he stuffed you full of his fingers, your mind getting lost somewhere along the way and focusing entirely on the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his bare chest pressed to your back, and your arms trapped between the two of you, and the beads of sweat slipping down your collarbone. You swore you could feel everything all at once and process none of it at all.
When he pulled his fingers out of you, you let out what could only be called a sob of devastation, and he laughed, easing you down so your weight was resting on your front, balanced carefully on your shoulder with your cheek pressed into the bed. You looked over at him as best as you could, watching him shuck off his pants and underwear so the both of you were completely naked. You could only just see the way his hand wrapped around his cock, fingers smearing your slick arousal onto his length as he tugged it slowly. He looked so pretty, the softly sculpted muscles of his stomach tensing, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he tried to get himself impossibly harder. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel his eyes fixated on the clenching of your pussy, the way you were leaking all over your thighs for him.
“Baby, please fuck me. Been waiting for so long, just…please.” You huffed, wiggling your hips back towards him, and you caught a momentary glimpse of his eyes clouding over as he watched you. His free hand came to knead one of your ass cheeks, spreading you open and taking in the way your hole was begging for him. He cursed under his breath, muttering something to the camera that you didn’t hear – and, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about.
“Alright, pretty, just hold tight.”
Seungkwan guided his cock to tap against your folds a few times, then pressing into you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He wasn’t terribly long, but he was thick enough that it brought the sting of tears as he filled you up. Your hands grasped at the air, not entirely able to grab anything but each other, which you did. Your back ached, burying your face deeper into his bedding to try and muffle the fucked out cry that left your lips as his cock dragged the length of your g-spot. Your stomach flipped and tightened as his hips stilled, pressed harshly against your ass. His hands were gripping your hips like a lifeline, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, pulling you back into him so he could hit just a little deeper inside of you.
You weren’t given an opportunity to find words before he was puling out of you and sliding home again, harder this time, a little faster, until his pace was set and his hips were meeting yours hard enough that you just knew your ass was turning pink. The only sounds in the room were the slick slide of his cock inside of you, the skin on skin of his hips meeting your backside, and the downright shattered moans that you were letting out with each of his thrusts, the sound stunted and jumpy as he fucked you dumb.
Seungkwan grabbed your bound arms, pulling you up onto your knees and using your shoulder as leverage to drag you back into him. Your entire body shuddered at the new angle, head dropping forward and mouth hanging open as drool pooled at the corner of your lips. Somehow, despite knowing what it was he did, it had never occurred to you that maybe Seungkwan was an absolute sex god.
The hand on your shoulder slipped around, fingers splaying prettily against your throat, not choking you but simply letting you know that he was there, that he could, and you groaned a string of curses as you lost all sense of space and time. The only thing that existed was him, his body, the way it was connecting with yours. Just the two of you and the breathless grunts that he let out against your neck.
“Gonna cum,” You warned him, your fingers managing to drag against his stomach as he fucked into you, and the next thing you knew your vision was bursting with white, and Seungkwan was growling as you came around him, squeezing him so tight that he could hardly even fuck you through it.
Your ears were ringing, and it felt a little like you were on a boat when he laid you down on your front again, pulling out to shoot his load onto the insides of your thighs, marking your skin with his seed and stroking himself through it. He was panting then, the first thing that you could process, and you listened to that sound alone, ignoring the slightly off putting feeling of his cum running down your legs. You just nuzzled deeper into his blankets, finally processing that he’d laid you down.
You faintly heard him say his goodbyes, thanking everyone for their gifts and promising to bring you back again soon if you were interested. It registered slowly that you’d been streaming with him that entire time, that you’d experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of your life in front of who knows how many people. But it didn’t matter, you couldn’t care. Not when he sat down beside you, the camera off, and reached down to stroke your hair away from your sweat-dampened face. You blinked up at him, a sleepy smile curling onto your face.
“How do you feel, pretty thing?” He asked, carefully freeing your arms and rolling you to lay on his back. He took his time to massage each arm from wrist to shoulder and back again, making sure that your circulation was okay, mostly since he was pretty well convinced that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you lost feeling in them completely.
“Good. Really good,” You told him, eyes heavy again, so you gave in and closed them.
“Good, I’m glad. You did so well, let me take such good care of you. But you gotta stay with me while I get you cleaned up, okay? You can do that right? Just stay with Kwannie,”
You hummed, your heart skipping in your chest. Kwannie, your Kwannie. You curled closer to him, cheek pressed against his still bare thigh, and he chuckled, reaching down to brush your cheek.
“Can you stay here while I go get a towel to clean you up? Then you can nap and we’ll shower later.”
You nodded thoughtlessly, and he took that as his sign to get up. When he did, however, you reached out to grab his wrist, and he turned as fast as humanly possible to look at you, eyes clouded over with worry.
“Are you gonna nap with me?” You asked, voice so tiny and heavy with sleep that he swore his heart might melt.
“Yeah pretty, I’ll sleep too. Just let me clean us up, okay?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead, and you nodded obediently, not even trying to move a muscle and settle under the blankets. He disappeared from his room for a moment, grabbing a wet cloth and cleaning himself. A few minutes later he returned, finding you sound asleep, his pillow pulled up against your chest and your face squished into it.
Seungkwan looked at you, naked and surely chilly in his bed, but so entirely relaxed after sleeping with him, and the warmth that bloomed in his chest made him question if the two of you were ever really just friends to begin with.
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