wherein wonbin gets taken care of by his boyfriend in the middle of the night
sub bottom boypussy park wonbin, dom (service) top male reader, smut, blowjobs, oral fixation, nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex while spooning, missionary, squirting, praising, some fluff
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“fuck, fuck, fuck, hyung, more please!” wonbin whimpers as he grabs on your arms wrapped around his lithe body. his back pressed to your chest, he presses his head down the pillows as your fingers reach and circle over his throbbing clit. your boyfriend wasn't the only one getting the pleasure as you thrust harder, plunging your thick cock inside his wet heat.
it hasn't been an hour since you both settled to sleep after a long steamy night. you woke up upon feeling a sucking sensation on your chest. you didn't have to guess. it’s your boyfriend driven with an oral fixation who's slurping on your nipples and biting gently all over your chest. you hum, stroking his hair while letting him do whatever.
satisfied at the bites on your chest, he litters more bites and marks over your torso, working his way down until he reaches your pelvis. wonbin wasted no time stuffing your hard, leaking cock in his mouth. you let out a deep, pleasured moan as wonbin drools and bobs his head over your cock. he skillfully sucked and played with your cock and balls, each drag of his tongue along your shaft bringing you closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. just right before you were about to shoot your cum in your boyfriend’s warm mouth, wonbin pulled away and shyly asked you to fuck him again, but gently this time. who were you to deny such a pretty girl?
“your take me so good, baby,” you whisper close to his ear as you drag your cock along his sopping cunt. wonbin curses, sobbing as you press kisses on his sensitive neck while rubbing his sensitive clit faster. “so wet and good for hyung. god, i want to fuck this pussy forever.” you moan, angling your thrusts to hit your boyfriend's sweet spot harder that it sends him shamelessly moaning and shrieking out of delight in no time. you pinch his taut nipples and buzzing clit as he clamps around you tighter than ever.
“h-hyung!” he screams, body shaking as he cums profusely, coating your cock. wonbin cries as he weakly spurts out more fluids. his eyes clenches shut, savoring the electric sensation of an amazing orgasm brought by his equally amazing hyung.
you slow down your thrusts and kiss the top of his head before pulling out to check on him. you kneel up, gently shifting him to lay on his back. his eyes are glassy, skin glowing beautifully despite being sweaty. his marked chest heaves up and down as he pants from his recent orgasm.
“are you okay, baby?” you ask, gently pushing back the hair sticking on his forehead. “yes,” he whimpers before quickly reaching for your cock. “i want more, please,” he asks, voice breaking. “wanna see your face, wanna feel your cum inside me… hyung, please!” he cries out.
“you don't have to beg me, love,” you whisper assuringly as you slide your cock in his pink folds. “fuck, you make hyung feel so good, baby,” you moan upon bottoming out. “always so good for hyung.” you kiss his forehead before picking up a steady pace that immediately had him moaning uncontrollably.
your boyfriend's sweet little moans accompanied by the wet squelches of your cock fucking into his slick cunt echo across the room. the air smells like sweat and cum and it just gets you fucking wonbin harder into a complete mess. his legs are wrapped around your waist while his nails claw new sets of red marks on your back. your eyes never leave his blissed out face and god how could he be so…
“fucking beautiful,” you grunt, thrusts getting out of rhythm as your cock throbs desperately for release. “you’re so fucking perfect,” you pant, planting your feet on the bed to hit his sweet spot harder. wonbin's tugs your hair tightly, face contorting in arousal as he clenches immaculately tight around your pulsing cock. “go on, love,” you press a kiss on his lips. “make a fucking mess for hyung.”
“hyung, fuck! it feels so good!” he screams, back arching as he squirts insanely, drenching your bodies that his fluids reach your face. wonbin looks so beautiful like this. whole body trembling while squirting copious amounts of fluids while letting out high-pitched blissed out cries. his orgasm sends you dangerously closer to yours and you couldn't help but chase it.
“fuck, fucking take it!” you grunt, voice husky as you deliver one last brutal thrust before burying your cock deep inside of wonbin's core. you moan loudly as you deliciously spill your thick, hot cum inside his juicy walls. curling his arms around your neck, wonbin pulls you for a messy kiss.
your tongues dance together as you kiss sloppily. you both pant and moan obnoxiously into each other's mouths, scattering so much drool everywhere. wonbin whimpers into the kiss as you thrust into him randomly, pushing your cum deeper to his throbbing cunt.
by the time you pull out of his filled pussy, wonbin needily grabs you before pulling you down beside him. you immediately stretch your arm for your boyfriend to use as a pillow. he lays his head on your bicep before nuzzling your chest and taking in your scent.
“let’s clean up tomorrow, hyung,” he whispers. “it’s sore everywhere but i’m okay, hyung,” he kisses your chest, reassuring you.
“hyung’s got you,” you murmur, kissing him tenderly on the forehead. “hyung loves you.” that's all the reassurance wonbin needs before he drifts off to sleep in your arms.
he was starting to get pissed. what was this innocent persona you were adopting?
he knew the kind of pervert you were. sure, you were kind and gentle to those around you, but he knew what you got up to when you thought no one was watching. through a little camera he managed to slip into your bag (for safety reasons, of course!), he lapped up every second of you stroking your thick cock, feverishly fingering his own hole to the livestream footage. you did it so often, it became nearly a nightly ritual for him. he didn't expect you to be such a little freak, but he was delirious. soon, those submissive men in the porn videos you watched would be him....
then why was it, when he finally worked up the courage to ask you out and you accepted, the most he could ever accomplish was hand-holding?! why weren't you dragging him to your bed and fucking the daylights out of him everyday? what happened to your sex drive?! what if... what if you just weren't sexually attracted to him at all? but it couldn't be... he hacked your search history and changed his appearance the best he could to fit the men you got off to! it just wasn't adding up! being your boyfriend was enough to make him happy, but he wanted more.
on one particular day, he was sitting in your lap, leaning against your chest as he basked in your presence. "dear, i have a random question.... do you jerk off a lot?" he asked, face a mask of innocence like he doesn't have countless videos of you touching yourself in his phone.
caught off-guard, your cheeks turns red as the sudden r-rated question hangs in the air. "what's with that question?!" you cough, flustered.
"hey, we're both guys. i don't judge..." he smiles sweetly. a stray hand starts stroke your thigh sensually.
"um..... yeah. i used to. but after we started dating, i stopped watching porn and jerking off. it doesn't feel right, y'know?" you intertwine your hand in his, hoping he can feel your sincerity.
"hmmm... that's sweet, but.... good thing i don't really care about morals or whatever." he starts grinding down on you, plump ass rubbing lustfully against your crotch. he starts to moan excessively, looking back at you with an intense gaze, just like how your favourite video went.
unexpectedly, you push him off you before you can even get hard! with a small yelp, he tumbles to the side, betrayal and hurt coursing through his features. "wait! it's too soon... let's wait a little longer before we do anything, yeah?" you wave your hands around frantically, frazzled by how fast everything was moving. hiding the disappointment on his face, he nods in understanding. "i'm sorry... yeah, let's go at your pace."
inside, he was fuming. just what was this pure, turned-over-a-new-leaf angel act you had going on right now?! you were supposed to unleash all that pent-up desire on him! oh, and he was all so excited to get tied up and used like a human fleshlight.... well, whatever. he was going to bring out that debauched side of you somehow.
synopsis: the perfect student has a slutty secret
pairing: sieun X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated - even to give me feedback, requested by @thelonelypotatopleb
warning: school sex, secret relationship, light marking, creampie, rough sex
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Glancing sideways during the free period, you weren't surprised to see Sieun laser-focused on his studies. His pencil practically flew across the notebook, scribbling equations and annotations. He often forgot to take a break unless you reminded him- hell, the guy could zone out for hours if left alone with a textbook.
To anyone else, Sieun was the quiet, studious student, the one who blended into the background of the classroom unless you managed to piss him off. Then you had to beware of any flying objects coming your way.
But only you could possibly notice his lingering glances at you across the rows of desks. Those quick flicks of his eyes, disguised as checking the clock or scanning the board, but really drinking you in- you knew he loved the way your uniform shirt stretched over your shoulders. Or when he was sat there scribbling notes down, he'd bounce his leg uncontrollably, a tell-tale sign of his horniness building.
You couldn't blame him; focus eluded you too. Every few seconds, you caught yourself glancing at the clock, willing the hands to speed up until school finally ended.
At the sound of the bell ringing. Sieun casually packed his bag, zipping it with false calmness. As the room emptied in a shuffle of chairs and chatter, he leaned in close while passing your desk, his voice a nonchalant mutter right in your ear. "Our spot. Now." The words were flat, like he was suggesting a quick review session, but you knew the actual meaning. His pace as he headed out was slightly hurried, shoulders tense under his backpack straps, all but gagging for it after hours of restraint.
You followed at a casual distance through the hallways, weaving past clusters of students lingering by lockers. 'Your spot' was a secluded study room with frosted windows that blurred any prying eyes and a door that locked. It was the kind used only by your friendship group for group projects, but today, it was yours alone.
Sieun slipped in first, holding the door just long enough for you to duck inside before securing the lock. He turned toward you in an instant, hands already twitching at his sides, itching to pull you close and get under you.
Sieun's breath came quicker now, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he advanced, shrugging off his backpack and letting it thud to the floor.
"Couldn't fucking wait," he growled, voice low and stripped of the classroom mildness. His fingers hooked into your belt loops, yanking you forward until your bodies collided so you were chest to chest. He backed you toward the table, the edge digging into your thighs , mouth crashing against yours in a messy, demanding kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lip hard enough to sting.
Sieun's hands were everywhere sliding under your shirt to rake nails down your back, leaving those faint scratches he loved marking you with. He broke the kiss only to nip at your jaw, whispering hot against your skin, "All day, I've been waiting for this. Needed you pounding into me, making my belly swell with your cock." His hips ground forward, hard length straining against his pants, rubbing insistently against your thigh.
You grabbed his waist, flipping positions with a shove that had him perched on the desk's edge, legs parting to pull you between them. Textbooks tumbled to the floor in a cascade of pages and thuds, but Sieun didn't care his focus was solely on you, eyes glazed over. He fumbled with your shirt buttons, popping them open one by one, exposing skin he immediately latched onto with his mouth. Sucking hard at your collarbone, he left a blooming red mark, tongue lapping over it possessively.
"No one else gets to see you like this," You panted, as hands shoved your shirt off your shoulders. "Gagging for my dick, to be filled." His face flushed, palming himself through his pants, a whine building in his throat. You could feel his body tremble, the way his body arched toward you, desperate for contact.
Pants came next yours yanked down roughly, his following in a frantic scramble. Sieun's cock sprang free, hard and leaking, but he ignored it, eyes locked on yours as he spread his legs wider on the desk. "Fuck me now," he demanded, voice husky, one hand reaching back to brace himself while the other guided your hips.
No lube just the slick of his own spit as he wet his fingers briefly and smeared it over himself, hole clenching in anticipation.
You thrust in deep on the first push, the tight heat of him gripping you like a vice. Sieun's head fell back, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as his walls fluttered around your length. "Yes- fuck-, fuck me," he gasped, legs hooking over your hips to pull you deeper.
The desk creaked under the force, wood groaning as you set a rough pace, slamming in with each snap of your hips. His body jolted with every thrust, belly already starting to show that telltale bulge where you filled him, the outline visible under his skin as he pressed a hand there, rubbing obsessively.
"Look at that," he breathed, eyes half-lidded, obsessed with the sight. "Your cock is filling me up- ah- so good." His nails dug into your shoulders, scratching deeper now, red lines blooming across your skin. He leaned up to bite at your neck, teeth sinking in just enough to mark.
The rhythm built, skin slapping against skin in the quiet room loud, obscene sound mingled with his babbling pleas. "Harder- need you." Sieun's cock bobbed untouched between you, dripping pre-cum onto his stomach.
You gripped his hips bruisingly, angling deeper to hit that spot that always made his eyes roll back. He choked on a moan, body seizing as pleasure spiked through him. "There- fuck-, right there. Been dying for this all day, couldn't focus on shit." His whispers turned incoherent, cock-drunk haze settling in as he clung to you.
The chair nearby wobbled as you shifted, one hand bracing against it for leverage, the other pinning Sieun's wrist to the desk. Textbooks crunched underfoot, pages tearing slightly from the chaos. Sieun's free hand roamed your chest, then scratching down to your abs, marking every inch he could reach.
"Don't stop," He begged, voice breaking into a whine as the bulge in his belly shifted with each thrust "Want all of your cum inside me." His legs tightening to lock you in place, refusing any pull back. The pace turned desperate, as yiu got close to your own orgasm.
Sieun's breaths came in ragged pants, body trembling on the edge. He ground down to meet each thrust, hole clenching greedily, milking you deeper. "Cum in me- fill me up please-." His tongue hung out, gagging for the release only you could give.
The room filled with the sounds of the chair creaking in protest, desk thudding against the wall, your grunts mixing with his desperate cries.
Finally, with a shattered cry, Sieun came untouched ropes of cum splattering his stomach, clenching around you so hard it pulled your own orgasm crashing over. You buried deep, spilling hot inside him, every spurt claimed as he wrapped his legs vice-like, refusing to let any escape till you came. He whimpered at the sensation though.
You collapsed forward, bodies tangled in a sweaty heap on the desk, breaths mingling as the aftershocks faded. Sieun's fingers traced lazy patterns on your scratched skin, soft kisses peppering your shoulder.
As you both cleaned up you watched Sieun revert to his nonchalant self almost incredulously. He ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his uniform with a slight smirk.
But as soon as you both left the room, no one would've guessed anything happened. (Except for the slight limp in his walk that is)
No one, no one, is more down bad than Jeno. He waits at the door. Fucks himself on your fingers in the kitchen. Gets hard when you put his collar on. Whines in his sleep from how much he misses you.
You find him curled up on the bed, shirtless, plugged, and clutching your pillow. “I know you’re tired,” he whispers, rolling onto his back, legs open. “But I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. Just… use me. Please.” You don’t say a word—you just unzip and slide in, and he lets out a moan like you gave him life.
He’s the blueprint for good boys. And he lives to be yours. (recently made something like this).
Mark pretends he's normal. He acts like he has a good head on his shoulders, gets shy when you flirt in public, and tries to keep things “respectful.” But behind closed doors? He’s crazy for you. Begging under the breath, cockwarming you in your sleep, please fill me up before your meeting kind of crazy.
You wake up to him already grinding down on your cock, face red, hands pressed to your chest. “Sorry—couldn’t wait,” he gasps, trembling. “I needed it. Just wanted to feel full—wanna cum with you inside me, please—” You grip his hips and whisper, “How long have you been doing this?” Mark bites his lip. “...Since 3AM.”
He’s lowkey the most emotionally cock-drunk of them all. Will literally cry if you tease him too long. Keeps a plug in when you’re away. Cums untouched just from hearing your voice when you're rough. (recently made something like this).
Haechan’s not just down bad—he’s deranged. Overstim. Overcum. “Put a baby in me” type shit.
He’s sprawled on your chest, your cum dripping out of him, eyes glazed. “You think I’m gonna let anyone else have you?” he slurs. “You better fuck me again before I go insane.” You stroke his back. “You can’t even move.” He smirks through his haze. “Didn’t say you couldn’t do all the work, Daddy.”
He wants you feral. Because he already is.
Jaemin wants it all the time. At home, at work, in public bathrooms. He’s so addicted to you that he’s gotten good at making it look innocent—when it’s anything but.
“We’re watching a movie,” you whisper. “Exactly,” Jaemin smirks, already pushing your sweatpants down. “Which means you can stay inside me the whole time and no one will know.” He bounces slow in your lap, completely unbothered, cock untouched and already dripping. “Just keep your arm around me and moan into my neck.”
He thinks sex is an act of love. And he loves you a lot.
Jisung acts all nervous, flustered even when you so much as graze his thigh—but the second your cock’s inside him? He's gone. Blown-out eyes. Clingy arms. Whimpering, “Don’t stop” on repeat.
“You’re so deep…” he mumbles, voice high and breathy. “Why does it feel better every time?” You don’t answer—you just keep going, letting his legs tremble around you while he clutches your shirt and cries out your name like a chant. He’s still hard even after he cums. Always is. “Just—please… a little more. I can take it.”
He’s shy, but he's got zero self-preservation around you.
Chenle acts cocky—teases you constantly, taunts you with how “unbothered” he is—but when you call his bluff, he melts.
“Bet you’d cry if I didn’t touch you for a week,” you said one day. Chenle laughed—right up until you actually did it. Now he’s straddling your lap in nothing but a sweatshirt, grinding against your thigh and whining, “Okay, okay—I missed you, alright? Please fuck me, I’ll be good…”
He talks back, but deep down? He needs it so bad.
Renjun pretends he's composed, always rolling his eyes at your flirting like you're annoying—but the second you're alone, he folds.
You’d barely closed the bedroom door before Renjun was on his knees. “This doesn’t mean I like you,” he muttered, unzipping your pants with shaky fingers. You smiled as he took you into his mouth anyway—eager, messy, drooling already. “Sure,” you chuckled, stroking his hair. “But why are you gagging on my cock like it’s the only thing keeping you alive, then?”
He's not the most openly down bad—but his body doesn’t lie.
sooooo simply ranked (because technically this was ranked from the most to the least):
crown prince joshua sneaks out with his personal guard
“Wait for me at the garden.”
The piece of paper has neat calligraphy inked onto it, curly slowly in the proper and sometimes a bit too perfect writing of the prince. Yet the letters at the end are a bit crooked, rushed. Something not many people would notice if they weren't acquainted with His Highness.
The note had been waiting on your back pocket for a while, who knows when the prince had decided to sneak it in there? You both spend day and night together, except on times when he had to excuse himself to some of his duties like a few minutes ago, when he was pulled out of his chambers by a few of the King's guards for an impromptu meeting where you weren't needed.
The crown prince Joshua, an enchanting lad whom everyone adored all over the kingdom to the point it felt like he could fix any diplomatic issue with his honey smile and glimmering eyes. You knew him too well as his appointed personal guard, so you had well expected when he wrote about a ‘garden’, that he of course meant a specific patch of greenery just below his window. The one you both had already slipped away to in the middle of the night once or twice.
“Sorry it took me so long. Father was holding me back.”
You smirked as his voice reached you from behind, he looked as breathtaking as ever even with sleeves rolled up and his hair disheveled just the tiniest bit from the rush towards here. He was truly handsome even with dew stains on his trousers.
“I don't mind waiting for Your Highness at all,” The fact he was even apologizing to you was in itself something scandalous.
You just stared at him, at the soft curve of his eyes and the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks. He had confessed to you once that, when he was still of age to sit on his mother's lap, Her Majesty the Queen used to call his resemblance to a baby fawn. He really looked delicate and noble like those forest creatures even now, having appeared from between leaves and with the sun shining behind his eyes.
He found himself wrapped in your arms, a gasp scaping his lips. “What were you planning to do here, Your Highness?”
“Why, don't we always come here for the same thing?” His waist leaned away from your embrace, if only to look you in the eyes.
It was hard to believe the walking definition of perfection and properness, the charming crown prince with a teethy smile and a striking face envied by many, hid such a secret such as liking to bed his own personal knight.
And much more, that he didn't reserve their encounters to his private chambers at night. But that he instead liked the chill wind of the palace gardens, the smell of petrichor after rainy afternoons and the feeling of oak wood on his fingertips as he gives his all to you, his most devoted knight. It seemed today he also wanted to surrender himself to you at daylight.
“Nobody comes around here at this time of day,” It appears he almost sensed your hesitance. And he was right in saying so, this place of the garden was unattended at all times. Not a single soul walks these paths except for you both.
“Although I'm afraid. We have to make it quick,” He interrumpted when he saw agreement in your gaze. “We have places to be... But I cannot contain myself. Please have me this once.” He pleaded, he had grown used to doing so with you. Even if with the whole court he'd get what he needed without even getting the chance to ask. With you however, he grew greedy. Yearning to be indulged more than just satiated.
“As you wish.” You finally said, holding him as you laid gently on the grass. Even if someone walked by, you were shielded enough by the shrubs and trees all around, you thought.
One of your hands kept the back of his head from hitting the ground, your mouth delivering soft kisses onto the delicate skin of his neck. He always shivered so much under your touch, his pulse quickening under your lips as if scared you'd leave a mark there where someone else could see. His skin remained pristine though, only tainted by the flush of his own excitement.
At some point your hands had already traveled down to the waist of his trousers, releasing the hem of his undershirt to have better access to the skin of his waist. It felt hot under the cold pads of your fingers, and he moaned aloud when your hands reached there.
He shouldn't be so aroused, being touched by another man in the filthy ground where his hair will end up smelling like grass and the back of his shirt painted with mud. But his manhood was aching hard inside his undergarment, and his whole body felt too hot and not enough at the same time.
“Let me undress you, Joshua.” He closed his eyes and blushed hard at those words. He adored how his name rolled off your tongue. It unwind something inside of him every single time, dropping all of his titles and forgetting for some time who he really was. At the moment only the person above and the ground beneath him existed.
You released the strings of his shirt. Showing a pale torso unkissed by sunlight and two erect buds adorning his chest.
You kissed your way down from his chest, his stomach tightening as you moved past his ribs until you reached his navel. It was slow and tortuously barely there when he so desperately wanted to be ravaged by you, consumed completely. He opened his legs wider and placed a boot on your shoulder, giving your body space to accommodate in between there.
“Please, use your mouth on me.” He said again, looking down with a pout his mother The Queen so desperately made him abandon in his childhood when he didn't get his way. Now it was reserved only to his lover.
He had grown limp as you moved him around, releasing his legs from any other clothing and folding it to his side. Just to run your hands all over his now exposed thighs, seeing a rather sad and weeping manhood between his legs, shrinking because of the sudden cold and twitching back to life when your eyes zeroed on it.
He wanted to beg, to even demand you to stop teasing and just please him already. But he would be lying if he didn't like you taking your time with him. He didn't mind making anyone wait as long as that meant that time was spent with you only.
Your mouth was finally back on him, giving his pelvis a kiss before you made your way down his thighs, deliberately ignoring his dick until you had reached his rear end.
Such an intimate part, one he wouldn't let any other person get near to. Yet his whole body twitched as he felt you growing closer to it. Finally, your mouth reached his rim. Kissing it as gently as you had did with the rest of his body at first. Soaking him with your spit until it was smooth and wet on the outside.
“Please. Feels s'good. Please.”
He didn't know what he was even pleading for. He just needed you to end the misery that was not feeling you enough. He was on the brink of shattering like porcelain, no matter how delicate your touch was. He closed his eyes as he tried to put his undivided focus onto your mouth down there, the feeling of you slowly but undeniably building a pace, igniting something deep in his guts as you began to suck instead of just kiss. He could feel your lips tightening around the pink ring of muscle of his hole, and the way your hands helds him open by the thighs as you focused on him solely.
There was a reason you were overly gentle with him. He could never bear much.
The prince broke easily, and it didn't take long before he was whimpering his heart out with every little suck and occasional lap of your tongue across his hole. His eyes started to feel hot, and his skin felt prickly like your palms were thorns torturing his tender flesh.
Your mouth felt delicious on him. Too hot, too warm but definitely what he was so badly craving. He didn't even notice the first tear running down his cheek, falling into the grass and getting lost in there. But you of course noticed the way his moans began to sound a lot more like whimpers, until they started to become sobs.
He felt ashamed of the sounds that left his mouth, the way he hiccuped and shivered when you began to insert your tongue inside of him. Opening him up so well he had to close his eyes hard as he felt like fainting. Two, three more tears left here and there the more you began actually feasting on him. He felt as if a savage beast had taken hold of him and had began to devour his way to his guts. It was disgustingly pleasurable. And he was shamefully hard the whole time, twitching and leaking into his stomach the same way a bleeding sap tree did.
He sobbed, sobbed until a sharp cry left his lips and overwhelmed all of his senses. Your tongue had breached him particularly hard, and one of your fingers teased his entrance as well at this point. It had pushed him so hard over the edge he shoot a load of warm seed all over himself, messing up his sweaty and shiny chest.
His mouth gaped, vision blurred between tears as light leaked through the leaves above him. He pushed his elbows on the ground until he could sit up enough to see you kissing his thighs apologetically. He had barely noticed you had placed one of your own garments below him so he didn't dirty his nude self.
He smiled with eyes still glossy as you leaned in to kiss him. Swallowing his ragged breathing and cleaning the tears away from him with your lips. He felt so light, he didn't even notice how you lifted him off the ground and settled his body on your lap as you dressed him back again.
“Did I overdo it, Your Highness?”
“Call me Joshua again.” He said, his face hiding on the crook of your neck and making it more difficult to tighten his shirt back again.
“You... Are you feeling well, Joshua?” You said, to which he hummed. “More than well. My dear. You make me reach heaven.” He was now looking at you, to which you caressed him softly before making him stand up.
“Let's hurry up Your Highness. We have places to be, you said it yourself.”
an: helloooooo guess who's back now!!! first, i want to tell you guys what i was up to during my hiatus. i have been reading a lot of fantasy, and i have wanted to read something about joshua getting his ass eaten out in some kind of garden while he cries because it just feels too good and those two things kinda evolved into this. i didn't want to write something big atm and i still have to figure out what to do since i lost all of my asks somehow :( so all the requests i had previously were discarded for the moment, but you guys are free to send more ofc!!
↳ “in which you and sieun both run popular wanna one fan accounts. what happens when the group you love announces a reunion 7 years after disbandment?”
↳ warnings: this part moves kinda quick ig, extremely ooc sieun
↳ “in which you and sieun both run popular wanna one fan accounts. what happens when the group you love announces a reunion 7 years after disbandment?”
↳ warnings: some suggestive parts (reader a freak), extremely ooc sieun
↳ “in which you and sieun both run popular wanna one fan accounts. what happens when the group you love announces a reunion 7 years after disbandment?”
↳ warnings: extremely ooc sieun, [red is yn & grey is sieun]
↳ “in which you and sieun both run popular wanna one fan accounts. what happens when the group you love announces a reunion 7 years after disbandment?”
↳ warnings: extremely ooc sieun, [red is yn, grey is sieun]
↳ “in which you and sieun both run popular wanna one fan accounts. what happens when the group you love announces a reunion 7 years after disbandment?”
↳ warnings: some suggestive parts, extremely ooc sieun, [blue is yn & grey is sieun (omg whc ref)], when it says ham it’s supposed to say han bruh wtf
