Ik you know who is asking cause I #love daeho with a passion BUT HI RORO WHAT MUST I DO FOR MORE NSFW DAEHO 🫣🫣🫣 I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEAS OR SUGGESTIONS I JUST LOVE UR WRITING STYLE AND NEED MORE DAEHO SMUT IN MY LIFE #IAMAPERVSORRYNOTSORRY
✩₊˚ shotgun | kang dae-ho
- showing daeho that you are a much better stress reliever than a cigarette. -
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected, smoker!daeho, sub!daeho/dom!reader, semi public, no games au
notes: HI ANDRO this one’s for you!!! god i love dae so so much i really need to write for him more. THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST BESTIE 💗 and hope y’all like it!
You rest your folded arms against the cold, slightly damp from the earlier rain balcony ledge, watching over the night-lit view of the city ahead. The air is cool but comfortable, and the only audible sounds come from passing cars on the road below your 5th floor apartment. That is, until the rattle of the balcony door sliding open behind you pulls you out of your trance.
Dae-ho stumbles out onto the balcony behind you, immediately throwing himself back onto the cushioned two-seater garden bench. He lets out a deep sigh.
“Ahh, that breeze…” he breathes out, rocking his head back and closing his eyes for a moment.
You turn your head to glance at him. Sprawled out in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, his signature half-up half-down hairstyle a little dishevelled with strands falling over his forehead, and his eyes half-lidded.
Usually how he looks when he’s had a bad day.
Your eyes then move down to the pack of off-brand cigarettes and the cheap lighter that he has thrown down on the seat behind him.
Yep. Definitely a bad day.
“Dae…” you exhale, “You told me you were going to quit that.”
His eyes meet your worried gaze. He glances down at the pack and purses his lips for a moment, before a soft smile grows as he looks back up at you. “This’ll be my last one, then I’ll quit. Promise, baby.”
You fold your arms tighter, turning your entire body to him. “You said that after the last time,” you remind him.
He stutters for a moment, searching for an excuse, before he looks down at his lap and lets out a small laugh.
“Alright, you got me…” he lulls, rubbing his palms on his legs. “It’s those damn loan sharks. I can’t get a break from them for a single day. They caught me off guard outside the convenience store today and I outran them from there to our front door, damnit. You know how far that is.” He pauses, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration, and opens the pack. “They want money that we don’t fucking have to our name, Y/N… so I need a little outlet on a bad day like this,” he mumbles while holding a cigarette between his teeth. He looks away as he sets it alight, the crack of the lighter in his right hand ringing in your ear. You watch him take his first drag.
You know how deeply those money-hungry assholes toy with your boyfriend’s mental state. Deep down, you are disappointed in how he deals with his turmoil when you are always there to help him.
However, something shifts in your mind as you watch how Dae-ho sits spread out on the garden bench in front of you — the way his tank top clings to his body and accentuates his broad build, how his sweatpants sit slightly low on his hips and the flex of his cheekbones as he inhales on the cigarette between his lips. You may be disappointed but god, you cannot deny how gorgeous he looks as he blows a line of smoke towards the balcony ledge opposite him.
“So it gives you an outlet? That’s why?” you question, with intent, as you slowly saunter towards him.
He watches you, oblivious. “Mhm,” he murmurs with his lips pursed around the cigarette.
You keep your eyes on his. “But you have me for that.”
Your short but seductive words make him freeze, aside from his fingers pinching the cigarette and pulling it aside. You are now standing directly opposite him, your knees brushing his. He looks up at you and his eyes gain a new sparkle.
“What does that mean?” he asks, tilting his head to the right.
An empty question; he knows exactly what I mean.
His eyelids flutter — no matter how long you have been together, you still know exactly how to fluster him. You say nothing, only smiling and taking the cigarette from between Dae-ho’s fingers and nipping it between your teeth. Without warning, you grab his shoulder and shift yourself onto him, straddling his lap. He shifts a little, a visceral reaction to having your weight on him, and his hands hover over your waist. You gently cup his jaw in your hand and brush your thumb over his chin.
“Open up for me,” you prod, pressing your thumb into his bottom lip. As expected, he obeys. You pinch the cigarette between your finger and thumb, taking a long drag. You inhale slightly before your hold on his jaw tightens slightly, keeping him agape as you blow the remainder of smoke into his mouth. Your lips hover centimetres apart for a moment before he swallows and licks his lips eagerly, eyes still sparkling. He grins, his whole body relaxing underneath you.
“You go, baby,” you command gently, tapping the ash of the cigarette onto the balcony floor beside you before you place it between his lips again.
He closes his eyes and his cheeks suck in as he inhales, and the sight sends a faint burn to your core. He threads his fingers through the scalp of your hair to pull your head closer, and you part your lips for him as he blows inside. The shared bittersweet taste on your tongues only deepens the want for one another.
“Pretty boy,” you mutter, moving your head back to look at Dae-ho’s perfectly imperfect face and cupping it in your hands.
“And pretty girl,” he returns, smiling, one hand tightening on your waist.
You lean in, planting a kiss on his jaw. He brings the cigarette up again, pursing it between his lips in a slow drag. Before he can even finish, you take it from his mouth and take your own last hit.
“Carry these with you when you go out tomorrow, Dae.” You nod your head to the pack of cigarettes sitting on the seat beside him.
“Hm? Why?” he asks, blowing a line of smoke to the side.
You smirk and shift yourself further into his lap, your chests practically flush against each other.
“Well… those loan sharks’ hideous faces?” you prompt, wiggling the cigarette in front of his face. You then make a gesture of harshly putting the cigarette out on the armrest of the garden bench, all while holding eye contact with him.
By Dae-ho’s expression, you have just ignited a fire inside him. He nods eagerly, and his eyes dart up and down your body from your face to how your chest strains slightly against your loose white tee. His hands slide from your waist to your hips, lightly squeezing them alongside one finger running over the hem of your shorts. You simultaneously move your hands across his exposed, broad shoulders, sliding your fingers underneath the fabric of his tanktop. The glow in your eye contact becomes an invitation to one another, which you both accept.
You discard the cigarette butt to the floor, wasting no time in crashing your lips against his. You take him greedily, kissing him like it’s the last time you ever will. He reciprocates, his mouth moving eagerly against yours as his hands instinctively run up the back of your shirt, his rough fingertips sending surges of electricity through your body. His arms pull you closer, and you take it as an opportunity to slowly roll your hips against his. He pulls back from your mouth for a moment, gasping at the sensation. His parted lips only beckon you to pull him back in again, deepening the kiss as you slide your tongue against his. Dae-ho’s hands move back down to your ass, desperately pulling you harder against his hips. You don’t stop grinding against him, chasing your own pleasure all while threading your fingers through his long, soft hair; occasionally giving it a little tug to arch his head back, allowing you better access to his mouth.
The kiss becomes hot and messy, so desperate that you both have to pull back for air. His head rocks backwards and his chest puffs in and out. However you don’t let up, continuing to grind slowly against him while watching every reaction on his flustered face. The small grunt that escapes his throat is music to your ears.
“Look at me, honey,” you beckon. Dae-ho tilts his head forward again, facing you with furrowed eyebrows and pink-flushed cheeks and you cannot control the grin that creeps up your face. You lean back in, bringing your lips to kiss across the moles on his jawline.
“Better outlet than a cigarette, hm?” you mumble against his skin, although the strain of his cock against his sweatpants as you roll against him tells you your answer. He only quietly moans into your ear in response.
Your lips trail down to his neck, leaving hot kisses along his flesh. Meanwhile, your fingers delicately comb through his hair as silent praise. His fingers tighten on your ass while one of his hands moves up to the back of your head as encouragement to continue kissing him.
“Please, Y/N— fuck, I need you…” Dae-ho mumbles almost incoherently, unable to take your teasing any longer.
You feel a pang of guilt, among pride, for his helpless hardening underneath you. Taking pity, you sit up from his lap to quickly kick off your shorts and underwear. You bring your knees back down to either side of him, sitting back slightly to tug his sweatpants and boxers halfway down his thighs, and he lifts his hips to assist you. His length springs free, hard and long-ready for you, and your breath catches at the sight.
“A cigarette can’t do that to you, can it?” you tease, biting your lip as you bring your hand to his tip for a brief moment, and the way his hips twitch at such a light touch tells you enough.
You shift forward, deliberately brushing your wet entrance over his tip to drag him out a little longer and watching him bite his lower lip at the overwhelming feeling. However, he gains a sudden clarity and his eyes widen.
“Wait… but the neighbours—”
“Let them see us,” you interrupt, shutting him off with your thumb snaking past his lips and resting on his tongue. You give him a cheeky smirk and with no more hesitation you slowly sink yourself down his length, your nails digging into his shoulder to cope with the stretch he gives you. A shaky grunt escapes his throat.
“That’s it. Let me hear you,” you prompt, your thumb holding his mouth open. “Let me hear how good I make you feel, Dae.”
“So— so fucking good, baby…” Dae-ho stutters, his hands pressing into your hips as both encouragement and a plea for you to take him deeper.
You brush aside the loose strands of hair on his face that partially cover his eyes, searching for that eager glow in them. Before you can read him, he nods desperately at you, your indication to continue. You begin to move slowly on his cock, the girth giving you that initial burn you always love. His breathing quickens and his eyebrows crease in a fight to keep his eyes on yours and to not roll his head back. You let his calloused palms on your hips guide you to work on him the way he wants. Wrapping your arms around his neck and burying a hand in his loose hair, you pull him in for another deep kiss.
“Fuck— I love you,” Dae-ho sighs into your mouth mid-kiss, his angled nose brushing over yours.
“More than a cigarette?” you tease, smiling against his lips.
“C— c’mon,” he smirks back, his annoyance at your taunting broken by the sensation of how deep he is inside you. “Of course, gorgeous.”
You regain your seriousness. “I love you too, Dae-ho,” you breathe into him as you begin to ride him faster.
He groans harshly and his back arches slightly at the impact, bringing his chest flush against yours briefly before you sit back slightly. Ready to up the ante, you take your hands off his shoulders and make a show of slowly pulling your tee off your body. He gasps at the torturous view of your breasts concealed by your bra, which you quickly unhook and discard to the floor also. As expected, he wastes no time pulling you back in and his lips latch to your right nipple, as if by magnetic. A few swirls of his tongue around the sensitive spot send a new rush of heat throughout your entire body, and you cannot help how your head jerks backwards. You do not relent on bouncing on his lap, your ears enjoying how he whines against your breast. One of his hands toys with your free breast while the other digs harshly against your thigh to cope.
The cool night air on the balcony starkly contrasts the shared heat of your bodies pressed together, and Dae-ho’s hot breath moving from your chest back up to your mouth only ignites the fire between you. The way he kisses you only encourages you to reach your highest speed on his cock, repeatedly slamming his tip against that sweet spot inside you.
“Oh shit, I’m close…” he mumbles against your face, forehead pressed to yours.
He suddenly leans back from your face and his eyes dart between his hips and your face, panic clouding his mind as he realises he forgot about protection in the heat of the moment. You read his face like a book and smile at him.
“Silly,” you rasp in your struggle, burying your hands in his hair. “Did you forget I’m on the pill?”
There is a new light in Dae-ho’s eyes at your reminder — and nothing would prepare you for how he suddenly shifts the dynamic, hands pressing into your hips as he relentlessly thrusts into you from underneath you.
“Oh god…! Dae—” you cry uncontrollably at the impact.
“Inside?” he breathes heavily, moving one hand up to carefully hold your chin and bring your eyes to his again.
“Please. Inside. Please,” you plead, letting him use your cunt in whatever way helps him finish.
Nearing your own climax, you let the feeling of him pulsing inside you and the view of him leaned back and dishevelled, yet fierce, underneath you take you there. Mere seconds pass before you cross that line, head tilting up to the night sky as your body shakes on top of him. He continues to pound into you until his climax follows moments later, and you bury your head into his shoulder in fatigue while he uncontrollably whines into your ear as he spills inside you.
The sudden silence of your surroundings highly differs from the intense energy that filled the entire balcony just minutes ago. The only sound to be heard are your shared heavy breaths. The way he gently lifts you off his length, as well as the soft brushes of hands on each other’s bodies as you both come down from the sex high wildly contrast how you previously handled one another. And for once, it almost does not feel as though you are at risk of being caught by the neighbours — it feels as though the entire world is just the two of you at that moment.
Out of the blue, Dae-ho breaks the comfortable silence. “…Are you okay?” he whispers, lifting your head from his shoulder. “Y’know, after what I…” he trails off, looking down timidly and rubbing a hand over his face.
You giggle at the return of your shy, nervous boyfriend despite the way he just handled your body. “Dae-ho, I’m fucking amazing,” you mutter back, giving him a sleepy ear-to-ear grin while you cup his soft cheeks. “Do you feel a little better now?”
“That’s like asking if I’m full after eating dinner,” he jokes and snorts, which receives him a light smack on the cheek from you. He purses his lips and nods. “Yes, baby. Thank you, and seriously… I will try to quit now. For you.” He rubs his palm up and down your bare back, a silent reinforcement of his earlier promise to quit smoking.
You gaze into his deep brown eyes for a moment before leaning in to press a small kiss to his lips.
“That’s my boy,” you purr under your breath. “Although… I wouldn’t mind sharing a cigarette together on a really rare occasion. That was hot.”
