FINALLY! I'm announcing the next "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." k-pop group next week!
Yes! It's finally time! 😁 I've spent the last six+ months writing a new "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." series.
Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT is what kicked this blog off. I published 21 stories, one per member of NCT and WayV, telling of their most memorable sexual experiences. The goal of the series was to write realistic sex stories/smut that is fiction but reads as though they could actually have happened to our favorite (obviously sexually active) idols.
If you're here and following this blog, it's probably because you're an NCT and/or WayV fan interested in sex stories about your favorite k-pop idols.
For months now, I've teased the fact that there will be a new series in the same gist as the original. It will be about a completely different group, maybe a little more out there for some stories, telling of the most memorable sexual experiences each member in that group has had.
Now, the question is: which group will the new series be about?
This week I'll be dropping hints! The first hint comes tomorrow at 16:00 (Central European Time). Until then, which group do you HOPE it will be?
Which group do you HOPE to get a "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." series for?
STRAY KIDS
ATEEZ
TOMORROW X TOGETHER
WINNER
SEVENTEEN
ASTRO
BTS
RIIZE
OTHER (leave a comment or send a request)
Voting ended onSep 3, 2024
Tomorrow, Tuesday at 16:00 Central European Time, you'll get the first hint.
WAIT, WHAT ABOUT YOUR OTHER STORIES & SERIES?
Don't worry! The (gay) NCT Dream Dating Ban series will continue until I've covered all 7 members, but there's no fixed schedule for this. The previous/already published stories are:
#4: Mark
#3: Haechan
#2: Jisung Pt. 2
#1: Jisung Pt. 1
The current Quick Fix season will continue every Wednesday and ends on September 18:
Jul 31, 2024 – #17 NCT Mark asks if Jisung can touch your boob.
Aug 07, 2024 – #18 BTS Jin gets you pregnant.
Aug 14, 2024 – #19 NCT Haechan does push-ups over you.
Aug 21, 2024 – #20 TXT Taehyun plays with your nipples.
Aug 28, 2024 – #21 NCT Taeyong fucks you while Yuta jerks off.
Sep 18, 2024 – #24 NCT Johnny is pinned against the wall.
And finally, I've been posting more Mixed One-shots than usual in July-August. There won't be as many going forward, with the other series' and all, but I do have several requests lined up that I'm working on. In case you've missed anything, here are the recent one-off stories from the Mixed One-shots series:
Backstage sex with Leondre Devries (Bars & Melody)
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A/N: This was pretty impulsive...I always appreciate feedback a lot!
genre: optional bias (male) x reader (female), smut, pwp, domestic!au, reader being tied up with a belt but otherwise pretty soft tbh, 2 orgasms, praise
words: ~ 3.5 k
‘H/N’ = his name (bias name)
‘F/N’= friend’s name
You appreciated moments in which you could just exist next to your boyfriend, both of you focused on your individual tasks but still being close to each other. Like now, when you were spread out in a comfortable armchair in the living room of your shared apartment, a book in your lap. He was right in front of you on the sofa. Somehow, you found a way to concentrate on reading, even though he was immersed in a video game with his best friend, who he was talking to over his headset.
It had been at least an hour of you not speaking to each other. Not because you were angry – in fact your relationship was more perfect than you thought you could’ve ever wished for – but simply because you enjoyed each other’s company that much.
You had drowned out his words for a while your eyes skimmed the lines of the book, but one sentence made you rise your head.
“Yeah, she’s right here,” he said. “Babe, F/N says hello.”
You told him to tell him ‘hi’ as well, smiling. For another few minutes you looked at your book, barely taking notice even when your boyfriend got frustrated at his friend. When he laughed, you grinned to yourself at the lovable sound. A while later, you noticed him saying goodbye to said friend. Shortly, you looked up. He was now playing by himself.
You thought you would get right back to reading, but little did you realize how much of your attention he would take up. When you still found yourself watching him after a minute, your thoughts started to drift. Now that he wasn’t talking and laughing with his friend anymore, he was a lot more focused on the task. His eyes were completely fixed on the screen, not noticing your gaze on him. When he did well, he smirked a little, nodding with a proud expression. But when he was struggling, he would furrow his brows, clench his jaw or bite his lip. Coincidentally, all those three things reminded you of a wholly different action. It made you think about the times when he was on top of you, hands next to your head, pounding into you until you were seeing stars.
Before your desires could get worse, you tried to shake the thoughts from your brain. But it was no use. Once you imagined what could be, your mind couldn’t stop itself. The longer you watched him play, the more sinful the images became, and the more aroused you felt yourself turn. You felt almost embarrassed, considering asking him for relief, but then again, he had done so countless times.
So, you got up and sat down next to him on the sofa. He smiled and nudged your shoulder softly but stayed focused on his video game. Carefully, at first, you rested your chin on his shoulder. His neck looked way too inviting to you. So, you tilted your head and placed a kiss where his shoulder met his neck.
“Baby,” he said. “Don’t distract me. I’m winning.”
You chuckled, kissing him again, this time longer.
“Give me attention, please?” you asked, barely disconnecting your lips from his skin.
“Play with me, then,” he said. Oh, how badly you wanted to play with him. Just not in this way.
“Can’t we have some other fun?” you asked and judging by his grin you knew he understood your figure of words.
“Please, just one game?” he kept asking. “If you win, I’ll stop playing.”
“I’ve never played this one, though! You’ll win over me,” you complained. You watched as he got up and retrieved the second controller.
“Have some fighting spirit,” he said, placing the controller in your lap. Groaning, you took it, because you knew he was too determined. Arguing was no use.
“Fine,” you said. You had to admit, the game was a lot of fun. Almost so much, you forgot to think about your initial plans. Only almost. A few minutes in, you realized you were in fact not too bad at the game, so much that your competitive side jumped out a little. But he was going to put up a fight. Teasingly, you pushed each other to distract one another, followed by complaints and laughter. Knowing you would get what you wanted if you won, you only tried harder. And somehow, it worked.
“Are you kidding me?” he yelled dramatically at no one in particular, as you jumped up in triumph.
“I win, you know what that means,” you said, turning to him. Surprisingly, he put down his controller without any more attempts to play a little longer. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you in his lap. You straddled his waist and smiled contently.
“Alright, I guess you’re a natural,” he said. “So, what did you have in mind when you wanted to have some other fun?”
You got shy for a moment, looking at your lap. He used his hand under your chin to make you raise your head at him.
“Maybe you could kiss me, and we’ll see where it goes from there?” you said, avoiding a too descriptive answer. He chuckled.
“You’re the cutest,” he said, face inches from yours.
“I’m yours,” you said, giving him the sweetest gaze you could muster. His eyes softened and he took your face in his hands.
“And I’m yours, baby,” he said. Then he pressed his lips onto yours. Without second thought, you kissed back, quickly turning the kiss into something much more intense. The hunger inside of you relished in the taste of his tongue on yours and you weren’t hesitant to roll your hips against his crotch. When his hands snaked around your body to lift your shirt slightly, his smallest touch ignited your skin. His actions drew out a needy whimper from you, clinging to his shirt like your life depended on it.
“Why didn’t you tell me how much you wanted me right away?” he said. “This doesn’t sound like you just want to have some fun. It sounds like you’ve been starving, sweetheart.”
Not really caring to reply, you hummed and kissed him again. Eagerly, your lips wandered from his lips to his jaw, and down to his favorite spot on his neck. Your lack of answer made him chuckle lowly, but your behavior was enough answer to him. And when you lifted his shirt to touch his abdomen, his breath was robbed from him either way. He assisted you in slipping out of his shirt, your own shirt following suit, along with your bra.
Your body melted into his touch, back arching towards him whenever his hands came close to your breasts. Trying your best to stay focused, you palmed his member through his pants. The way he groaned was a sound you could never grow tired of.
Your foreheads touched for a moment as you gazed at each other. It was so easy to get lost in his eyes, be it in a moment of admiration or a moment like the one you were in now. When you were both struggling to even keep your eyes open, because your hands were making each other’s heads spin in pleasure and need.
“Lie down,” he ordered, and was already grabbing your sides to push you off him. Like magnets, his body followed yours, barely ever leaving enough space for your hands between you two. Again, your mouths met in a heated kiss as his leg that was resting between your thighs pressed against your core. The much desired contact made you whimper again. From time to time, his chest brushed against your erect nipples, and yet you wanted him even closer.
The loss of contact when he pulled away left you whining, but it was all good when he instead continued his kisses above your collar bones and down your chest. Grinning devilishly, he held eye contact with you as he sucked on your skin and kissed down your belly to your hips. Even when he knew you were burning with greed for his tongue and hands, he loved taking his sweet time with you – mainly just to watch your body squirm underneath him and to listen to the delightful melody that was your moaning.
“Please,” you asked him to speed things up, but deep down you knew that your begging only turned him on more. Like it was funny to watch you suffer in anticipation, he chuckled against your skin. Ever so slightly, he tugged on the hem of your pants, but instead of taking them off just yet, he kissed the exposed skin softly. You loved his lips – mellow, hiding a sharp tongue behind them – but in this situation, there was only one place you wanted them. Your hips bucked up a little, only for him to push them back down onto the sofa.
“Do you want me to take these off?” he asked, feigning cluelessness. Every bit of exposed skin that met his lips felt like a step closer to heaven to you.
“Yes, oh my god please,” you said, not even able to get back at him for teasing you. Playing along would get you what you needed quicker. You had learned that from similar occurrences in the past.
“Hm…I think we can arrange that,” he said. And even then, when he finally pulled your pants down your legs along with your underwear, he made sure to take extra-long.
As if he was testing you, he ran his middle finger over your dripping core and over your clit. He was grinning at you again, this time less like a devil but more like a lover, as he lowered his head. When you could finally feel his breath on you, you closed your eyes in bliss. Gently, at first, he placed a kiss on your center and licked a stripe up your folds. You inhaled sharply, hands clenching to fists by your side. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, deleting all the thoughts that weren’t about him from your brain in an instant.
His hands, which had been wrapped around your thighs to hold you in place, made their way up your body and to your breasts. Your mouth formed an O-shape in pure bliss as he toyed with your nipples and ran his fingers over your skin. A fire ran through your veins, knowing how easily he could play your body like it was his very own instrument. He had a perfect understanding of where to touch you, and for how long, to make your muscles move a certain way, or taunt specific noises out of your lips. Sometimes it almost scared you, like he knew all your deepest secrets by knowing your body the way he did. But even if that were the case, you trusted him like he was a part of you. For him, you’d expose every profound aspect of your being.
Your small mewls and whimpers along with the sounds from his mouth filled the room. His middle finger entered you easily, curling against your sweet spot right away. You could swear if you hadn’t felt the sofa underneath you, you could have been floating on a cloud at that moment. But when he rose his head, the lack of attention shoved you right out of that fantasy.
“You know I let you win the game, right?” he said.
“Yeah, right,” you laughed, mocking him.
“It’s true. I knew what you were going to ask me, so I lost on purpose,” he said. “Look at you, so beautiful.”
You sighed in disbelief, letting your head fall back onto the pillow beneath you. As much as you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of success, you were aware you still had enough time to argue against his claim later.
“Maybe so,” you said, returning his smile. Delicately, he kissed the inside of your thigh a few times, before focusing back on where you wanted him most. His lips equaled cold water, here to quench the heat you felt in the pit of your belly. Now, with his relentless, hot muscle drawing shapes onto your center and his lips sucking on your clit like it was his last meal, you gave up on controlling any part of your body or holding in any moans. He pushed another finger inside of you, and for a moment you shivered.
“I’m so close, fuck,” you said, or rather whimpered with the last quiet tone you had left in you. Already, your legs were shaking a little, your breathing messy as ever. A cry of pleasure cut through the otherwise silent room as your back arched and your hands flew to his hair. You were back to feeling like floating as your high overcame you, thighs threatening to press together around his head. Gently, he drew out the sensation as long as he could without it becoming too much, letting you take in every last second in which your mind was only focused on him.
You really wanted to look at him. But there was no way. Not when your chest was heaving, and your arm draped over your forehead while you tried to regain your composure. Nonetheless, he was faster than you. In no time he had climbed up to level his head with yours.
“I could watch you cum like this all day,” he whispered into your ear. His lips pressed against your cheek softly, then closer to your mouth, and lastly on your lips. Tiredly, you kissed back, stroking the back of his head.
“You wanna see it again?” you asked. “Fuck me, then.”
His sweet gaze darkened in excitement.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “It’s not too much?”
“No, I want more,” you said. He hummed a soft m’kay before pulling away to kneel between your legs. As you watched him open his belt, a quick, but surely persistent thought passed your mind. You were going to ignore it, but then again, what should have stopped you from bringing it up?
“Use your belt, please,” you said. Those words certainly caught his attention, as he processed them, and then his lips curled into a smirk.
“Use my belt…for what exactly?” he asked. By now, he had slipped out of his pants.
“Tie my hands,” you said. “On my back.”
He seemed surprised at first. But you had discussed your ideas of things to do in the bedroom before, so your request wasn’t fully out of the blue for him. Shortly, he bent down and pecked your lips.
“If that’s what you want, you don’t have to ask twice,” he replied. “Turn around for me, then.”
You already felt yourself get as needy as you were before as you rolled onto your stomach and placed your hands in the middle of your back. How he was still able to take his time, when he had barely gotten any attention was a mystery to you. Either way, he had enough patience to stroke your hands before you felt the cool material of his belt around your wrists.
“If you’re uncomfortable, you tell me, right?” he asked.
“Of course,” you replied, but you were anything but that. Some of the cold metal came in contact with your back and you shivered in anticipation. The sound of a condom wrapper was followed by even more of your impatience as you waited for him. He was straddling your legs, hands running along your sides and over your ass. Momentarily, two of his digits snuck between your legs, filling you up, only to pull away again.
“You look so pretty like this,” he said, and a second later entered you. The stretch had you moaning again, his cock inside of you making you feel as close to him as you could possibly get. As he started off, slowly and almost carefully, he cursed under his breath.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he said. Tightly, he gripped your lower sides as he picked up pace. And just like that, your mind was spinning again, as he rammed into you. Your cheek was pushed against the pillow, head turned to the side, facing the backrest of the sofa. It felt as though your hammering heart was waiting to jump out of your chest, but you loved the feeling.
The way he pounded into your dripping core had you seeing galaxies in front of your closed eyelids. He was perfection to you. Even when he was fucking you into oblivion – whenever he was buried inside of you, you couldn’t help but become sentimental. You were absolutely convinced, nobody else on this planet could ever make you feel this way. No one would ever even get close to it. But that was okay, because you had him all to yourself.
You shivered when he leaned over your body, head at level with your ear. His weight on you only made you feel safer. His thrusts had turned into something slower, but still so fucking incredible, so mellow and hot at the same time.
“My baby likes it this way, doesn’t she?” he said, his warm breath fanning your ear. “Can you feel me? Taking me so well, as always. I love you so fucking much.”
You whimpered a yes and nodded frantically.
“It feels- so- good- oh my god,” you let out. He suddenly bucked his hips against you sharply, pushing himself as deep into you as he could. If he was testing into what sort of a mess he could turn you, what he could possibly do to have you crumble completely underneath him, he was doing an excellent job. His hands stroked your cheek softly.
How was this gentle, sweet angel who was caressing you the same devil that was fucking you so deep you had abandoned every logical train of thought from your brain? It made no sense, and yet he was a real person. The fire in the pit of your stomach was proof, as was the husky sound of his voice, whispering dirty things into your ears. Whatever he said, it went straight to your head and then to your aching core.
“Remember when you asked me when you looked prettiest and I said all the time? I change my mind. You always look pretty, but now you look perfect,” he said. “So fucked out, with the little sounds from your pretty mouth. Can’t even look at me, can you?”
Only for a moment, you looked at him through hooded eyelids. Being met with his godlike-shaped features, you wondered, maybe you were dreaming after all. Either way, you never wanted to leave his side. For a while, he quickened his thrusts again, leaving you more of a moaning mess than you had already been. But he was relentless and knew your body so damn well. If he slowed down for just the right amount of time, just until your cute whines started up again, his sudden rapid thrusts would send you into overdrive. And that was exactly what he was doing. It was a give-and-take, pushing you so close to the edge but then denying you your sweet release just because he could. But then again, it felt heavenly, so you weren’t going to complain. Tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes at the intensity and raw pleasure he was gifting you.
“Such pretty lips,” he said. “Open up for me, baby.”
And he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth. Without instructions, you sucked on them, tongue swirling over them as if it was his cock.
“Shit,” he swore at your actions, pushing down on your tongue slightly. And this time, when he picked up the pace, he didn’t slow down anymore. Your head seemed to say his name, over and over, like a mantra. You knew by the jerking of his hips, he was right about to cum, so you purposely clenched your walls around him. And it did the trick, as always. In admiration, you listened to his moans as his hips met yours sharply, only a few more times, and he pushed up his body, so he was sitting up.
He left no time between pulling out of you and reinserting his digits into your core. You whimpered at the different, but still amazing feeling. His fingers curled deliciously against your most sensitive spot, and you knew it was only a matter of seconds until you would fall again.
“Cum for me again, baby,” he encouraged you, and it was right at that moment your thighs trembled, as your second orgasm overcame you. Your moans came out muffled as you hid your face in the pillow. His name spilled over your lips in an almost pained voice as he drew out your pleasure once again. From sensitivity, your thighs pressed together, and he gently removed his fingers.
You were so busy catching your breath and thinking about how fucking amazing he had just made you feel, you barely acknowledged as he untied his belt from around your wrists. His fingers smoothed over your skin ever so lightly, tracing shapes up to your neck and stroking away the hair from your face as he leaned over you.
“I demand a second round at that video game,” you said, eyes still closed from tiredness. He chuckled.
“If it always ends this way, I’ll play video games with you all day every day.”
Keeping up with the two guys had never been easy for you, since those six feet tall hunks had longer legs than your five feet self. Calling out to them to slow down, you merely got a reaction as they continued swaggering their way towards the house.
Cursing the taxi driver for dropping you all a block away from home, you try to run after them while staggering in your heels.
I'm never wearing heels again! You curse in your head and almost ram into Mino's back, who was waiting for Wonho to unlock the door. You stumble back and feel slightly dizzy due to your alcohol intake at the party, and almost don't notice Mino turn around to grab you by your waist.
"You okay?" He asks in his husky voice, looking straight in your eyes.
You blink several times and your vision stops swimming as you focus onto Mino's face. You smile, "Yeah."
Mino returns your smile. "Cool."
"You guys gonna stop flirting and get in or what?" Wonho yells from the doorstep, clearly irritated.
Mino laughs and let's you go, while you feel your neck heating up due to embarrassment.
"We're not flirting! Gosh Wonho..." You put on a front while rushing inside, with Wonho and Mino following you. Coming to a halt at the foot of the staircase, you announce, "I'm going to take a shower."
Neither of them seems to care as they plop down on the couch and each pick up a game console. You sigh and head upstairs. Entering your room, you close the door and head for the en-suite. You turn on the shower from a safe distance and fix it to a moderately warm temperature. While waiting for the water to get warmer, you stare into the distance thinking about your life which you often did whenever you stepped inside the shower.
You used to be closer with Wonho and Mino -you all have been best friends since kindergarten- something just shifted between you three around adolescence. The boys seemed to get closer while you seemed to drift apart from the duo, mingling more with the girls and they with the boys. Even now that you three live in the same house and go to the same university, your friendship could be mended into the same sort that it had been before. Now, there is this queer feeling between you and the guys that you can't quite figure out.
Absentmindedly, you reach out to touch the water when a pair of arms enclose around your waist. You stiffen and the person's arms tighten around you in the process. However, instead of a strange sensation, the back hug feels warm and familiar.
"Wonho?" You turn around to find his dark eyes scorching into your soul. You blink due to this change of behaviour and stumble away from him, while he takes a step forward. You can't look away from him, your eyes seem to be connected to his as if by a magnetic force, as he steps forward again. You take a step back and warm water hits your body, making you break out of the trance you had fallen in. You look at him in shock as he steps under the shower too all the while staring at you intensely.
"Wonho?" You whisper as he is now mere inches away from your body. He doesn't respond, instead, he steps closer until he's pressed against you and your back hits the wall. You gasp as you feel the cold tile through your soaked shirt as Wonho pins to wall you by your waist. His chest presses against yours and you shiver, both due the warmth and the tingling sensation that runs down your spine. You lick your lips, something you habitually do when you don't know what to do, and he swoops down to capture them.
Wonho kisses your upper lip, sucking on it and savouring your taste while his hands move from your waist to pin your hands above your head. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue inside your mouth and striking up a fiery dance with yours. You feel faint with euphoria, as lava seems to scorch through your veins and you arch your back, leaving no space between his and your bodies.
That seems to fuel his passion as he hungrily feasts on your mouth, kissing you harder and deeper with a new-born fervent urgency. Eventually, he lets go of your hands to grab your thighs and pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and entangle your fingers in his hair as your lips mould into his as a swift scale of intensity leaves you both wanting for more.
A sudden knock makes you hurriedly break your kiss and you look at Mino in horror as he leans on the doorway of the bathroom. Wonho opens his eyes in utter irritation and turns his head to glare at Mino who is smirking at both of you.
“Having fun without me, huh?”
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A/N: Hello there! Thank you for reading till the end. I hope you enjoyed it! This is my first post on tumblr so please be considerate :3 I will be back with better content, so please keep an eye out! Have a good day/night :)
p.s. the story continues in Part 2 so do move on there for more!
