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SUMMARY: You weren’t expecting to walk in on your roommate touching himself after a day out… and you especially weren’t expecting to hear your own name fall from his lips while he did it.
WC: 4.2k words!
DISCLAIMERS: smut! [ minors / ageless blogs dni !!!! ] intak is a perverted loser. very horny reader LOL & kinda meanish. voyeurism heh, masturbating (m), oral (f & m), fingering, pussy drunk intak Btw. unprotected sex!!!!!! (WRAP THAT THO DEADASS.) subtak…? kinda. i tried ok. “good boy” :3 and a very good amount of dirty talk me thinks. GUYS IM JUST HERE FOR GANGNAM STYLE.
You had been walking on the edge of arousal all day, a low humming fuzziness beneath your skin that nothing seemed to scratch. Every shift of your jean shorts against your thighs had been a tease, every accidental brush of your arm against a stranger sent a jolt you didn't want. You were wet, aching, and frustrated, and the only thing you wanted as you jammed your key into the front door was the sanctuary of your room and your own hand.
Your panties had practically been soaked through since mid-day, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to your center as a constant reminder of how desperately you needed release. Every time you shifted in your seat, whether it be on a bench, or on public transit, you felt the slickness there, pulsing with need.
You'd considered ducking into a random bathroom stall more than once, but the idea of a quick, unsatisfying orgasm wasn't what you craved. You wanted to take your time, to spread out on your bed and really indulge yourself.
But to your dismay, as you walked into the living room, there was something else to already worry about.
You froze the moment the door clicked shut behind you. The living room dark and dead, but faint noises captured the atmosphere. There was a low, rhythmic sound, punctuated by heavy, ragged breathing. Your heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from recognition.
Intak? He was home? He said he had work today… clearly not.
And he was definitely doing something he shouldn't be doing in your shared living space, or at least, not with his door open…?
Your first instinct was annoyance — you had been counting on having the place to yourself. But as you stood there, listening, that annoyance transformed into something else entirely. The sounds were unmistakable. The wet slap of skin on skin and his breathy gasps followed by low, desperate groans — he was jerking off, and from the sound of it, he was really going at it.
You dropped your bag in the hallway silently, your curiosity warring with the sudden spike of heat that flared in your lower belly. You knew you should go to your room, give him privacy, but the sound was magnetic. It pulled you forward, step by silent step across the hardwood floor, toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Your pulse quickened with each movement, your own arousal intensifying as you got closer to the source of those delicious sounds.
You'd heard Intak before, of course. The walls in this apartment were paper-thin, and more than once you'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of him pleasuring himself in the next room. Those nights, you'd lie there in the darkness, your hand creeping between your legs, matching your rhythm to his, imagining what he looked like or what he was thinking about. You'd always wondered if he knew you could hear him, if maybe he was doing it on purpose, putting on a show for you through the walls.
As you got closer, the noises became clearer, more distinct. And then, words. "Fuck... yes," He groaned, low and wrecked. But it was his next words that turned your blood to fire. "Just like that pretty girl... please..."
Your pussy clenched, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you. He was thinking about someone?? Who was he thinking about? Girl from work? An idol? Actress? Your mind raced through the possibilities even as your feet carried you closer to his bedroom door. It was slightly cracked opne, like he didn't have the power in him to shut it all the way. Stupid, careless Intak — so lost in his fantasy that he hadn't even bothered. You pressed yourself against the wall just outside his room, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he'd hear it. Then, slowly and carefully, you leaned forward just enough to peek inside.
The sight that greeted you nearly made you gasp out loud.
He was sitting in his desk chair, head thrown back. His shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving his back and shoulders exposed, muscles shifting as he moved. You could see the flush running down his body, the way his shoulders flexed with each movement of his arm. His hand was moving furiously between his legs, his hips jerking up to meet his strokes. Even from the side, you could see how desperate he was, how completely lost in his pleasure.
"Fuck, so good," He whined, his voice breaking on a sob. “God, just like that YN.”
Your breath caught in your throat. ….
"Please," He continued, his voice ragged and needy.
Holy shit. He was thinking about you. The realization hit you like a physical blow, sending a shockwave of pure lust straight to your core. Intak, your life long friend and now roommate, the one who always left his dishes in the sink and borrowed your shampoo without asking, was jerking himself raw while fantasizing about you and your mouth on his cock.
You should have been angry. You should have slammed the door oprn and confronted him... But instead, you felt a dark, hungry satisfaction curl in your stomach. All those nights you'd spent touching yourself to the sound of him, wondering if he ever thought about you — and here was your answer. He wanted you.
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms, and watched him. Your pussy was throbbing now, your clit so swollen and sensitive you could feel it pulsing with your heartbeat. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some friction, some relief, but it only made it worse.
He was completely lost in it. His hand moved faster, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. You could see his abs contracting with every thrust of his hips, and the way his whole body was tensing up. By the way his breathing had gone ragged followed by desperate little whimpers escaping his throat, you could tell he was close.
He gasped, his hand speeding up, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. "Just like that.. Fuck… Please.. please.."
The begging did something to you.
Hearing him so desperate, needy, and completely undone by the thought of you — it was intoxicating. It made you feel powerful, desired, and wanted in a way that made your head spin.
Your hand moved almost unconsciously to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, your nipple hard and aching under your palm. You watched as his movements became more frantic while his free hand gripped the armrest of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. His hips were lifting off the seat with each stroke, fucking into his fist like it was your pussy.
You couldn't take it anymore. The throbbing between your legs was demanding attention, and seeing him like this — vulnerable and filthy — was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. You stepped into the room, your socked feet making no sound on the carpet. Your heart was racing, adrenaline and arousal mixing into a heady cocktail that made you feel bold, reckless.
"Intak," You said, your voice low but firm.
He screamed. It was a high-pitched, undignified yelp as he scrambled to cover himself, knocking his gaming microphone off the desk in the process. It clattered to the floor with a crash that seemed deafening in the sudden silence. He spun, eyes wide with terror, his hands frantically trying to pull his sweatpants up over his erection.
But it was useless — his cock was too hard and big as it strained against the fabric. He looked like a guilty puppy, frozen in the headlights of your gaze.
"Holy shit!—I thought you were—" He stammered, his face burning a bright red that rivaled the flush on his chest. His eyes were wild, panicked, darting around the room like he was looking for an escape route.
"Hm," You hummed, cutting him off as you stepped further into the room. You walked toward him slowly, deliberately, watching him shrink back into his chair. "Was that my name I heard?”
His face, already red, somehow managed to go even redder. "No–.”
"Don't lie to me." You shook your head, your voice sharp. You stopped right in front of his chair, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. You could smell him — sweat and something disgustingly male. It made your head spin, yet your pussy clenched with need. "I heard you."
He covered his face with his hands, groaning in misery. "I'm sorry. I'm a creep. I'm disgusting. I'll move out, just — please don't hate me. Please."
The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. He thought he was in trouble? He thought you were disgusted. He had no idea that you were just as turned on as he was — that your panties were soaked through and that you'd been fantasizing about this exact scenario for months.
You stepped right between his legs now, close enough that your knees were almost touching his thighs. You reached out to grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his face.
He resisted at first, but you were insistent, tugging until he finally let you pull his hands down. He looked up at you, eyes watery and filled with shame, but beneath that, you saw the hunger. He was still hard, you could see the tent in his sweatpants, practically vibrating with need. His cock was straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming where the head was leaking pre-cum.
"Hate you?" You laughed softly, your thumbs stroking over the sensitive skin of his inner wrists. You could feel his pulse racing under your fingers. "I didn't say I hated it."
He blinked, confused. "What?"
"Walls are thin, sweet Intak," You purred, leaning down so you were inches from him. You could see every detail of his face — the way his pupils were blown wide with arousal, and the way his lips were parted and trembling, the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "This isn't the first time I've heard you."
His jaw dropped. "You... what?"
"Mmhmm." You hummed, letting go of one of his wrists to trail your fingers up his bare arm. His skin was hot, almost feverish… goosebumps rising in the wake of your touch. "I've heard you plenty of times. Late at night, when you think I'm asleep. Early in the morning, when you think I've already left for work. You're not as quiet as you think you are."
"I–" He breathed, his eyes squeezing shut. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought—"
"And I never said anything." You continued, your eyes trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. His chest was heaving, his nipples hard little points. "Because sometimes, lying in my bed at night listening to you... it helped me get off, too."
His eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief. "You touched yourself thinking about me?"
"All the time." You admitted, your fingernails scratching lightly against his skin. He hissed at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I'd lie there in the dark, my hand between my legs, listening to you moan and imagining it was me making you feel that good. Imagining your cock inside me, stretching me open, filling me up."
Intak let out a shuddering breath, his eyes darkening as the words sank in. "Fuck," he whispered. "Are you serious right now? Because if you're messing with me—"
"But listening isn't enough anymore." You interrupted, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want the real thing. I want to feel you… Want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
"Yeah?" He whispered, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he spoke too loud. “Please, if you're joking—“
"Do I look like I'm joking?" You reached down and palmed him through his sweatpants, feeling the solid, heavy heat of him. He was rock hard, his cock thick and hot even through the fabric. He hissed, his head falling back against the chair, his hands gripping the armrests.
"Besides... you’ve stolen my panties, haven’t you?"
He froze, his eyes snapping open to meet yours. There was no point in denying it. You could see the guilt written all over his face, mixed with arousal and fear. "I..."
"Hm." You said, a slow smile spreading across your face. You gave him a firm squeeze that made him whine, a high-pitched sound of need that went straight to your clit. "You don't think I notice when my dirty panties go missing from my laundry? My black lacey ones? Or the pink cotton ones with a little bow? My red thong?"
"I'm sorry." He breathed, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. "I just couldn't help it. You smell so good. I know it's fucked up.”
"It is fucked up," You agreed, your hand moving in slow circles over his cock. You could feel it twitching under your palm, how desperately he needed relief. "But I like it. I like knowing you wanted me so badly you had to steal my panties. What did you do with them, Intak? Did you wrap them around your cock while you jerked off? Did you hold them to your face and breathe me in while you came?"
"Y..yes" He admitted, his voice breaking. "Both. I'm sorry.”
"Don't apologize." You said, sinking to your knees in front of him. The carpet was rough against your knees, but you didn't care. You were eye-level with his crotch now, could see the outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants, could see the wet spot spreading. "I think it's sweet."
He stared at you, mesmerized, as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" You asked, tugging the fabric down. He lifted his hips to help you, and then his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach.
Fuck. He was way bigger than you'd imagined. Thick and long, the head flushed an angry red and leaking pre-cum. You could see a vein running along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. Your mouth watered at the sight.
You wrapped your hand around the base, marveling at the weight of him in your palm. He was hot, almost burning, and so hard you could feel him throbbing.
"I've touched myself to the idea of something like this countless times." You whispered, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft. He cried out, his hands flying to your hair, tangling in the strands. The taste of him exploded on your tongue. "Just hope you live up to the standards in my head."
"I will." He promised, his voice wrecked. "I'll do whatever you want. Please, I... please."
You didn't make him wait any longer. You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. He hissed your name while his hips jerked up off the chair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. You relaxed your jaw, letting him fuck your mouth, enjoying the desperate, needy sounds he was making.
"Oh fuck– fuck," He chanted, his fingers tightening in your hair and holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. "Feels so good–"
You hummed around him, the vibrations making him gasp. You took him deeper, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, fighting your gag reflex, and he nearly came apart.
"Wait, wait, wait–" He gasped, tugging gently on your hair. "I don't want to yet. I want—I need—"
You pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. You looked up at him, your hand still working away while your lips were swollen and wet with a smile. "What do you need, Intak?"
"I need to taste you," He said, his voice desperate. “Need to know if you taste as good as I imagine."
Heat flooded through you at his words. "Stand up," You ordered.
He scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over his sweatpants pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off, standing before you completely naked, his cock jutting out proudly. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. His eyes were locked on you, watching your every move with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, teasingly, you shimmied them down your hips, along with your panties. You kicked them off to the side, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your overheated pussy, making you gasp.
His eyes locked onto your exposed pussy, his mouth falling open slightly. You could see his cock twitching, leaking onto his thigh. "Fuck," He breathed. "You're so wet."
"All day, I’ve been." You admitted, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view as he got on his knees.
"Okay, stop staring and put that mouth to use."
Intak didn't hesitate, quickly he surged forward, burying his face in your cunt with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. His tongue was hot and frantic, lapping at your folds like a starving man. You gasped, your head falling back as he found your clit almost immediately, sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," You moaned, your hands finding his hair. It was soft, slightly damp with sweat, and you gripped it tightly, holding him against you. "Just like that. Good boy."
He whimpered against your skin, the praise spurring him on. He ate you out with a single-minded intensity, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue plunged inside you. He was messy and sloppy – you could feel his saliva mixing with your own arousal as it dripped down your thighs, and it was perfect. He was showing how much he's wanted this, how much he's needed you.
His hands came up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for his mouth. His fingers dug into your flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn't care. The slight pain only added to the pleasure, making everything more intense.
"That's it," You panted, your hips starting to rock against his face. "Fuck, dont ’stop–."
He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. He pulled back just enough to gasp, "I've imagined this every single night."
A moan ripped from your throat as you tugged on his hair. "Show me what you've been dreaming about."
He dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue working your clit in tight circles. You could feel the orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling in your lower tummmy. But you didn't want to cum yet. You wanted to draw this out, and savor every second of having him on his knees for you.
He pulled back slightly, gasping for air, his chin glistening with your sex. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, completely fucked-out. His lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you'd barely even started.
"You're so perfect," You panted, stroking his hair back from his forehead. Your fingers were gentle now, soothing. "Taste good?"
"I love it," He rasped, his voice hoarse. "Love how you taste. Love the sounds you make." He dove back in, his tongue flattening against your clit, licking in long, slow strokes that made your toes curl.
You looked down and noticed his hips moving, bucking forward rhythmically. He was humping the air, seeking friction for his neglected cock, but he didn't stop licking you. He was obsessed, pussy drunk, barely coming up for air as he worked you toward the edge.
"Look at me," You begged, tugging on his hair.
He pulled his mouth away just enough to look up at you, his tongue still darting out to catch your juices. The sight of him He looked like he was worshipping you, like eating your pussy was the greatest privilege he'd ever been given.
"You're doing so well." You praised him, and watched his eyes light up. "Making me feel so good."
He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open. He didn't want to miss a second of this or stop looking at you. His tongue went back to work, lapping at your entrance, gathering your wetness before moving back up to your clit.
"I'm close," You warned him, your thighs starting to tremble. The tension was building, coiling tighter and tighter. He doubled his efforts, sucking on your clit and sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right. They slid in easily, your pussy wet and ready for him. He found that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars, and pressed against it.
"NghFuck—“ You cried out, your back arching off the bed.
He kept his fingers right where they were, pumping them in and out while his mouth worked your clit. His other hand was still gripping your thigh, holding you open, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding himself back. His cock was probably aching, desperate for attention, but he didn't stop. He was completely focused on you and making you cum.
"Intak,” You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He groaned against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. You cried out, your body shaking as the orgasm tore through you. Your walls clamped down on his fingers, your thighs trying to close around his head, but he held you open, and licked you through it. He lapped up everything you gave him, moaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
The pleasure seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing over you. Your vision went white as your whole body tensed and then released. As you came down, panting heavily, your body still twitching with aftershocks, you pushed him back gently.
He pulled away reluctantly, his fingers sliding out of you. Intak looked dazed, his lips puffy amd face shining with your arousal. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and the sight made your pussy clench all over again.
"Shit–" You breathed. "That was..."
"Amazing," He finished, his voice rough. "Taste so good. Can I do it again?"
You laughed, breathless. "Later. Right now, I need you inside me."
His eyes widened, cock twitching visibly. "Really?"
You rolled your eyes before you grabbed his shoulders, hauling him up from the floor and onto the bed. He climbed up eagerly, his body covering yours. You could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against your thigh.
“Need you so bad.” He let out a breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I've wanted this for so long."
"Prove it." You whispered, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. He gasped at the contact, his hips jerking forward. You guided him to your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He was trembling, his whole body tight with anticipation.
Intak pushed forward, sinking into you inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming after so long wanting this. He felt huge, hot and hard and pulsing inside you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure.
He choked out your name, his eyes squeezing shut. "So tight. Feels better than I ever imagined."
When he was finally buried to the hilt, he stopped, his forehead still resting against yours, his breathing ragged. You could feel him throbbing as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back.
Intak started to thrust, slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling. Each stroke dragged against your walls, hitting spots inside you that made you gasp. Able to feel every ridge, vein, and the way his cock curved just right to hit your special spot.
"So pretty." He panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "So perfect.“
"God, go harder–" You asked, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Something in him snapped and his control completely shattered as he started pounding into you, his hips snapping against yours with wet, slapping sounds. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. He was whimpering with every thrust, high-pitched sounds of pleasure that went straight to your head.
"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your bodies were slick with sweat, sliding against each other. You could feel another orgasm building already, the pressure mounting with each stroke of his cock inside you.
"You're so beautiful." He whimpered before you pulled him down for a kiss. Your lips crashed together, messily. You immediately tasted yourself on his tongue, musky and sweet while he moaned into your mouth, his hips still stuttering as he lost his rhythm for a moment.
You reached between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit. You rubbed in tight circles, the added stimulation making you cry out. Your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So close," You gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"I won't," He promised, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "Gonna make you feel so good, promise."
The pressure was building. Your whole body was tense, every muscle coiled tight. Your fingers worked your clit frantically, chasing that peak. "I'm gonna come," He warned you, his voice breaking.
"I can't hold it. You feel too good."
"Not yet," You gasped, your fingers moving faster. You were right on the edge, so close you could taste it. "Wait for me. Just a little longer."
He let out a sob, burying his face in your neck, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "I'm trying, I'm trying..”
"Almost," You panted, your body starting to shake.
And when you were there, your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as your pussy clamped down around him like a vice. The pleasure was overwhelming, whiting out your vision once again and making your whole body convulse.
Intak pulsed deep inside you as he spilled everything himself. You felt it — hot and thick, filling you completely. Your walls clamped down around him, milking him and drawing out every last drop.
"Fuuuuck." He whimpered against your neck, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts, riding out his orgasm while buried deep inside you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he came, your legs locked around his waist, keeping him exactly where he was. You didn't want him to pull out, or lose the feeling of him inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against yours, his cock still buried deep. For a long moment, you both laid there, breathing heavily, your bodies intertwined. You could feel him softening inside you, and the warmth of his release coating your inner walls.
Eventually, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glazed and satisfied. "God." he breathed. "That was..."
"Yeah," you agreed, running your fingers down his back. You were a mess, covered in sweat, your hair sticking to your forehead. But you felt amazing, satisfied in a way you hadn't been in months.
And the feeling of him still inside you, even as he softened, was absolutely perfect.
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SUMMARY: Kim Jongseob has always been one of your brother’s closest friends. All your life, he’s made you feel nervous, insane, and completely off balance, but that’s what crushes are supposed to do, right? When Intak convinces you to join him and his friends on his birthday trip to Japan, it seems like a perfect plan! But what should have been a simple vacation quickly turns into a minefield of stolen glances and accidental touches.. now suddenly, everything feels different.
DISCLAIMERS: NON idol au! Smirk. brothers best friend! Reader is pining (It makes her feel insane…..) , LOSER!!!!jongseob Who else is shocked???? , casual stoner older brother intak #NeedThat Heh. She fell first and WAITED, he fell harder tho I think. vacation Hurray! kang haerin & kim dohoon mentioned , #Duo i made up but also not. im crying.
SUMMARY: Kim Jongseob has always been one of your brother’s closest friends. All your life, he’s made you feel nervous, insane, and completely off balance, but that’s what crushes are supposed to do, right? When Intak convinces you to join him and his friends on his birthday trip to Japan, it seems like a perfect plan! But what should have been a simple vacation quickly turns into a minefield of stolen glances and accidental touches.. now suddenly, everything feels different.
DISCLAIMERS: NON idol au! Smirk. brothers best friend! Reader is pining (It makes her feel insane…..) , LOSER!!!!jongseob Who else is shocked???? , casual stoner older brother intak #NeedThat Heh. She fell first and WAITED, he fell harder tho I think. vacation Hurray! kang haerin & kim dohoon mentioned , #Duo i made up but also not. im crying.
SUMMARY: Kim Jongseob has always been one of your brother’s closest friends. All your life, he’s made you feel nervous, insane, and completely off balance, but that’s what crushes are supposed to do, right? When Intak convinces you to join him and his friends on his birthday trip to Japan, it seems like a perfect plan! But what should have been a simple vacation quickly turns into a minefield of stolen glances and accidental touches.. now suddenly, everything feels different.
DISCLAIMERS: NON idol au! Smirk. brothers best friend! Reader is pining (It makes her feel insane…..) , LOSER!!!!jongseob Who else is shocked???? , casual stoner older brother intak #NeedThat Heh. She fell first and WAITED, he fell harder tho I think. vacation Hurray! kang haerin & kim dohoon mentioned , #Duo i made up but also not. im crying.
SUMMARY: When you’re accompanying your best friend at his work on a slow night, and the many years of unspoken feelings follow through in a heartbeat.
WC: 5.38k words
DISCLAIMERS: SMUT! [ minors / ageless blogs dni!!!! ] okay so, drinking, very sweet and soft dom seob me thinks. kinda pwp eh , it just takes a minute cuz I can only slow burn whatever i try. I TRIED. Use of baby & pretty, praise, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (EATER SEOBBB + he receives too sure), unprotected sex (BUT WRAP B4 U TAP FR.) creampie if u squint and a very inappropriate and disgusting and unsanitary use of a bar countertop 🤤🤤🤤🤤
NOTES: i honestly just needed to write bc r u kidding me did u guys see that stage. idk. I got to work. lowkey this whole thing might not make any sense, Mama hates the pacing so idk what to tell u. It’s smut nonetheless tho but if u hate it Lmk so i can cry myself a river okay. thanks. anyways!!!! Have fun ok!!!!!!
Jongseob wiped down the already spotless countertop, low buzzing from the mini refrigerators filling the mere silence within the bar, which was only interrupted when either of you spoke. The night had dragged on with zero customers, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow of neon signs.
You were perched on a stool across from him, sipping the free top-shelf alcohol he kept pouring. The amber-like liquid burned pleasantly down your throat, warming you from the inside out.
He let out a breath before leaning against the wall that displayed its plethora of booze, whiskey bottle still in hand, while his eyes locked on yours with a familiar spark that always made your tummy flip.
Even in the low light, you could see the way his gaze traced your features — lingering on your lips when you smiled and dropping to your exposed collarbones when you laughed.
"How’s that Keeho guy you were seeing?" He asked, pushing himself up to slightly close the distance. He braced his body against the countertop with his forearms, watching you intently.
"What about him?" You took another sip, letting the bitter taste coat your tongue, buying yourself time. You already had a hunch on exactly why he was asking.
Jongseob hummed, lips curling into a smile that made him seem far too pleased. "Just curious." But his eyes told a different story — they were dark, focused, and clearly hungry for your answer.
You shrugged, letting the moment stretch. "I actually ended things with him about a week ago." A snicker followed after, though you weren't entirely sure what was so funny about it.
Maybe it was the relief you felt when finally saying it out loud to someone, or perhaps it was the way Jongseob's entire body seemed to relax at your words.
He tried, and failed, to suppress the smile spreading across his face. It started at the corners of his mouth and bloomed into something radiant, transforming his features.
"And you seem awfully happy about that." You muttered, quirking a brow, though you couldn't help the small smile tugging at your own lips in return. His joy was infectious, even when you were trying to play it cool.
"I didn't even say anything?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in defense, the bottle swaying dangerously in his grip while your giggles matched his, echoing in the empty bar.
"Didn’t have to." You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.
Jongseob grinned, entirely unapologetic now. "Guess I'm just relieved." He straightened up again, but didn't move away. If anything, the air between you felt more charged than before.
Your eyes narrowed. "Relieved?"
"Means I still have a chance?" The question came out softer than his usual teasing, almost vulnerable. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, maybe, or …reciprocation?
You rolled your eyes and leaned back with a groan, knowing how much he loved to tease you at the end of the day. It’s always some bullshit like this, but your pulse began to race nonetheless, and you were certain he could see the flush creeping up your neck.
"Ha. Ha." You forced out a fake and monotone laugh.
"I'm serious." He said it quietly, and the playfulness dropped from his expression for just a moment. "I've been waiting for you to be accessible again for months."
His words hung between you and your breath caught in your throat but you swallowed it like a champ. "Seob.”
"Too much?" He asked, a shit eating smile flashing as he broke ‘character’. He was so fucking annoying.
"You’re irritating." You said too quickly, heat flooding your cheeks. You bit your lip, considering your next words carefully — because at the end of the day, you genuinely could never tell when he was joking or not.
Your back straightened again, wanting to change the subject before you combusted entirely, crossing your legs as you set your drink down — The movement made you acutely aware of your body, and the way his eyes tracked the motion.
“Is there anything new with you?"
Jongseob seemed to notice your need for a topic change, and he let you have it. He set the bottle of alcohol down, stretching his arms back before he let out a breath. The movement pulled his black shirt, top buttons undone across his chest.
"Nothing exciting." He shrugged, then paused. "But actually, I've been working on something." His voice shifted, becoming low and a little rough from the drinks, tinged with excitement.
"Mm, like music?" You hummed, grateful for the safer territory. You knew he had a sweet hobby of producing songs, spending all his free hours in his tiny apartment bedroom with his laptop and midi keyboard, crafting beats or melodies that come out of his stupid brain.
He'd mentioned it in passing before, but never offered to share. Jongseob nodded, and you could see the nervous energy in the way he shifted his weight before he spoke again.
"Yeah, wanna hear?"
He moved to the aux cord tucked behind the counter, plugging in his phone with a quick tap. His fingers hesitated over the screen for just a moment, and you realized he was actually nervous about sharing this with you.
"I'd love to," You said softly, and his shoulders relaxed. Before he continued, he walked away momentarily and booked it straight for the entrance, deciding to lock up early and switch the Open sign off. You quirked a brow but he waved a hand off for you to not worry about.
Moments after, he came back around the counter, proceeding to tap along his phone when a tune began to play throughout the bar.
Easy to say it was catchy. You leaned back on your stool, letting the rhythm wash over you, eyes drifting closed for a moment. Your shoulders began rolling almost unconsciously, hips shifting in time with the beat.
When you opened your eyes, Jongseob was watching you move, his gaze intense and appreciative. A grin spread across his face, clearly pleased with your reaction. Like watching you respond to his music like this was exactly what he'd hoped for.
"This is really good," You smiled, processing the lyrics.
His own smile widened, grabbing the bottle once again like a stupid makeshift mic and bringing it to his lips. Then he started rapping along, your breath catching in your throat.
His flow was satisfying, each word perfectly timed with the beat. But it was more than that — it was like he was serenading you, performing on stage for a crowd of thousands, except the only audience member that mattered was you, and it felt embarrassing, yet… so thrilling?
Your heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was happening, whether it be due to the amount of drinks or just the unspoken feelings of many years spent being his best friend.
The lyrics spilled out about love being caught in an endless loop, and how the body remembers what the mind can forget...
Honestly… every line felt aimed straight at you.
“Now you're mesmerized by my nervousness and I'm mesmerized by you.”
Heat pooled low in your belly as you watched him move, the way his hips rolled with the beat, the way his free hand gestured and emphasized certain words. He was captivating, magnetic, and he knew it.
You burst into giggles at the way he struck a pose on the last word, one hand thrown up dramatically, but the laughter faded quick when you caught the look in his eyes.
It was playful, yes, but underneath was something so serious. And you were kinda scared…
He set the bottle down again and pushed off the counter, the movement fluid and deliberate. The music continued pulsing around you, that hypnotic beat making everything feel dreamlike and inevitable while he came around the bar top.
"Dance with me," He murmured, extending his hand to you. It wasn't really a question, but it wasn't a demand either.
His palm was open, waiting. You stared at it for a moment, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it over the music playing on repeat. This felt like a threshold, like once you took his hand, something would shift between you that couldn't be unshifted.
But you wanted it. So bad, you wanted it.
You placed your hand in his, and his fingers closed around yours immediately. He pulled you up gently, and suddenly you were standing, the stool scraping slightly against the floor behind you. The empty bar felt smaller suddenly.
Jongseob tugged you close, one arm sliding around your waist, the other resting on your hip. The touch was light at first, but he was giving you a chance to pull away. Yet, you didn't. Instead, you stepped closer, closing the distance until your bodies pressed together as you swayed.
His chest was firm against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your hands came up instinctively, resting on his shoulders.
He was holding himself back, you realized, trying not to rush this.
You both moved slowly, finding a sway that matched the music. You followed his lead, letting your body melt into his. Every point of contact felt electrifying — his hand on your waist, his fingers splayed across your hip, your chest brushing against his with each breath.
“You smell good.” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear, not quite a kiss but close enough to make you gasp softly.
"Really?" Your voice came out breathier than you intended. "What do I smell like?"
He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against your hair, your temple. "Like... vanilla, maybe? Something sweet. But that’s just you." His voice was low, intimate, meant only for you.
"It’s been driving me crazy all night."
He spun you around, now pulling your back against his chest as his hips rolled slowly, grinding against you with deliberate pressure, and you felt it.. his growing hardness in his pants pressing against your lower back.
The unmistakable evidence of his desire sent warmth rushing through you, leaving your knees unsteady. A shiver coursed down your spine, and his arms instinctively tightened around you. His hand slid slowly up your chest before settling gently around your neck, his touch featherlight as he tipped your chin upward, silently urging you to meet his gaze and hold it.
"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes. His pupils were dilated, dark with want, but there was a question there too.
"Yeah," You breathed, your grip finding his other hand that was cheekily sliding down your abdomen. "More than okay."
The permission seemed to unleash something in him. Jongseob groaned softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest into yours, and his hands began to roam before he turned you back around to face him.
They continued its exploration, sliding from your hips to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your spine through your long sleeve. His touch was reverent, exploratory, as if he was memorizing the shape of you.
"You have no idea how many times Ive dreamt of this," He mumbled, his lips now trailing along your jaw, leaving a path of heat in their wake. "How many years I've looked at you, watching you … and hoping there was something more for me… imagining what it would feel like to touch you like this."
"Really?” You whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Tell me what you imagined."
His hands slid lower, cupping your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you tighter against the pervish peak that poked through his bottoms.
The friction made you both gasp, and you felt him twitch against you through the layers of clothing. "Exactly this," He said, voice thick with tension. "Holding and feeling you against me. Imagined what sounds I can bring out of you even."
The dance had turned into something else entirely now. Less about the music and more about the press of your bodies and the way you fit together. His thigh slipped between your legs, pressing right where you ached, and you couldn't stop the small moan that escaped your lips.
"God, you're driving me crazy.”
“Seob..." His nickname came out like a plea, and you weren't even sure what you were asking for.
"I know, pretty," He murmured, and the endearment made your heart stutter. "Let me take my time with you. Want to do this right."
His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, and you gasped at the contact of his skin against yours. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they traced your sides, moving slowly upward.
He was giving you time to stop him, you noticed, but of course you didn't want to. You arched into his touch instead, encouraging him as he spun you back round once more.
He pulled you back against his chest, his trapped cock pressing onto your ass before his hands cupped your breasts, the two of you humming in response.
His thumbs brushed over your nipples through the fabric of your bra, circling until they peaked under his touch, sensitive and aching. "These are so perfect," He muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
Jongseob leaned in, and you thought he was going to kiss you from behind, but instead his lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses along the line of it. He was teasing you, you realized, building everything up until you were desperate and begging for it.
His mouth moved to your jaw, finding that sensitive spot just near your ear, and when he sucked gently, your knees actually buckled.
He caught you easily, holding you up, and chuckled softly against your skin. "I've got you," He promised.
"Kiss me," You finally demanded, unable to take it anymore. "Please, Seob, just kiss me."
He pulled back to get a look at how pathetic you looked, while you turned to look at him. The expression on his face made your breath catch. His gaze was intense — But, finally, his hand gripped your jaw before his lips met yours.
It was everything you'd imagined and dreamed of. It started sweet, his lips soft and tender against yours. He kissed like you both had all the time in the world, and he wanted to savor every second. His hand gripped your face tight, thumb stroking your cheek as his other hand found your bottom.
When his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him immediately, and the kiss turned hungry.
His tongue slid against yours, slow and thorough, exploring your mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue, mixed with something uniquely him, and it was intoxicating.
You pressed closer, your hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned into your mouth as he backed you against the counter.
The sound vibrated through you, making you clench with need. His hands roamed your back, your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew more desperate.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. "Fuck," he breathed, his lips still brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re everything," He said simply, and kissed you again.
Jongseob gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his tongue explored your mouth once more with unhurried attention.
You tugged at his button up, your fingers undoing the last couple buttons in a hurry before he pulled back just enough to let you pull it over his head.
The neon lights painted his skin in shades of pink and blue, highlighting the lean build of his chest and stomach. You ran your hands over him, exploring, and he shuddered under your touch.
"Your turn," He murmured, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. He paused, eyes meeting yours. "This okay?"
"Yes," You breathed. "Yes, please."
He lowered himself before he lifted your shirt slowly, pressing kisses to each newly exposed inch of skin. Your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts. By the time he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, you were trembling with need.
His hands went to your bra clasp, and he paused again, giving you a chance to stop him. But you reached back and unclasped it yourself, letting it fall away. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, and the appreciation in his gaze made you feel beautiful.
"Gorgeous," He murmured, his hands coming up to cup your breasts again, skin on skin this time. His thumbs circled your nipples, and you arched into his touch with a moan. "So fucking beautiful."
He kissed you again as his hands explored, and you were lost in the sensation of it. Music was still playing, a whole different song playing mindlessly, but all that mattered was this.
With his lips still on yours, Jongseob began guiding you backward once again, your back hitting the edge of the bar counter before he gently lifted you onto the smooth surface. The wood was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he positioned himself between your legs.
He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your thighs, eyes searching yours. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire but sincere. "We can stop anytime. I need you to know that."
Your heart swelled at his consideration, even as your body ached for more. "I'm sure," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "I want this. I need you."
The smile that spread across his face was radiant, and he leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time.
"Gonna make you feel so good, I promise."
His hands moved to your skirt, not even having the class of taking it off but instead shoving it up.
"Lift up for me, pretty," He said softly, and you did, raising your hips so he could slide your panties down. He did it gently, pressing kisses to your thighs as more skin was revealed. First your hip bones, then the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you gasp and squirm.
He stood between your legs and just looked at you for a moment. You were bare except for your lifted jean skirt, sitting on his bar counter, and the way he was looking at you made you feel like the most desirable person in the world.
"Stop staring—“ You said, feeling suddenly shy despite everything.
"Can't help it," He replied, his hands running up and down your thighs. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
He leaned in to kiss you again, and his hands continued their exploration. They traced patterns on your thighs, your hips, your stomach, learning the geography of your body.
"So perfect. So wet already."
When his fingers finally made contact with your pussy, you moaned. He stroked through your wet folds with teasing pressure, exploring, learning what made you gasp and squirm. "All this for me?"
"Y-yes," You gasped, your hips rolling into his touch. "All for you.“
His fingers found your clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes that made your hips buck. "Tell me how it feels," He said, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every reaction. "Gotta know what you like."
"G-good," You gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. "Don't stop.. please don't stop."
"Never," He promised, and adjusted his angle slightly. "I got you, baby.“
He experimented with different pressures, different rhythms, watching your face to see what made you moan the loudest. When he found a particular motion that made your eyes roll back, he smiled and focused there, building your pleasure gradually and deliberately.
"That's it," He encouraged, his free hand stroking your thigh. "Let me hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."
Your moans grew louder, echoing in the empty bar, and you were beyond caring. All that mattered was his fingers on you, the pleasure building in your core, the way he was watching you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.
When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out at the stretch. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, pumping deep while his thumb kept working your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body opening for him.
"So tight," He groaned, his eyes dark as he watched his fingers disappear inside you. "Taking my fingers so well. Can you take more?"
"Yes," You whimpered, and he added a third finger, stretching you further. It burned, yet it felt so good, causing you to rock your hips, trying to take him deeper.
He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your knees weak, and you nearly sobbed with ecstasy.
The wet sounds filled the quiet bar as he worked you. “Could do this forever.” He grunted, putting all his energy into pleasing you.
Your satisfaction was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. "Seob—“ You gasped, your hands clutching at him desperately. "I'm — I'm so close..."
"I know, pretty," He murmured, increasing his pace slightly. "Come on, want it all over my fingers, you got it."
His words pushed you over the edge, and you released with a cry, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through you.
He didn't stop, proceeding to work you through it and draw out your orgasm until you were trembling and oversensitive.
When you finally came down, gasping for breath, he slowly withdrew his fingers. You watched, dazed, as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.
"So good," Jongseob groaned, his eyes closing briefly. "You taste fucking incredible." He leaned forward. “Need more.”
Before you could process what he meant, he was leaning before you, leveling his face between your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, and you realized what he was about to do.
"Wait, you don't have to—" You started, but he cut you off with a look.
"I want to," He said firmly. "Please let me."
Fuck, how could you say no to that?
You nodded, and he smiled before spreading your thighs wider, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.
"So pretty," He said, his voice husky with appreciation. "And still dripping." His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, tasting you with a low moan that vibrated through you. "So sweet. Knew you would be."
He took his time, exploring you with his tongue. He licked and sucked at your folds, his tongue delving inside you before moving up to circle your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and especially after your first orgasm, you were already aching.
When he focused on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, you cried out, your hands tangling in his messy blonde hair.
He hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through you, and increased his efforts.
Jongseob’s hands gripped you, holding you open for him as he devoured. Two fingers thrusted back inside, stretching you while his mouth still worked your bud with relentless pressure. He was thorough, attentive, and continuously adjusting his technique based on your reactions.
"Oh my god," You moaned, your hips grinding against his face. "M-mouth feels so good, Seob, fuck..."
He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal. "Yeah?" He punctuated the question by licking a broad stripe up your slit. "Like when I do this?" He demonstrated, and you nearly sobbed.
"Y..yes — please don't stop," You begged, and he smiled against you before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.
When he added a third finger, stretching you like he did before, you came apart. Your second orgasm hit you like a big wave, stronger than the first, and you cried out his name as your thighs trembled around his head. You pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel more wetness coating his tongue as he licked you clean.
But he didn't stop. Even as you came down, oversensitive and shaking, he continued with gentle licks and soft kisses to your inner thighs, keeping the pleasure going, building it again before it could fully fade.
"Too much!” You gasped, but your hips were still rolling against his mouth, seeking more despite your words.
"One more," He murmured against your skin. "Give me one more, pretty. I know you can.“
His fingers withdrew, and he replaced them with his tongue, fucking into you with it as deep as he could go. The sensation was different, softer but somehow more intense, and when his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles, you were completely gone.
Your third orgasm built painfully slow, a deep, rolling pleasure that seemed to come from your core. Jongseob worked you patiently, his tongue and thumb moving in perfect rhythm, and when you finally came, it was with a long, gutteral moan that seemed to go on forever. Your whole body shook with it, radiating out from your center in waves.
He sucked you gently through the aftershocks, soft and soothing now, until you were boneless and spent on the counter, flinching sensitively at any further contact.
When he finally pulled away, his face was wet with your arousal, and he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.
"You're incredible," He said, standing slowly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The way you taste, fuck, you're perfect."
You could barely form words, still floating in the aftermath of three orgasms, but you managed to reach for him. "Come here," You murmured, and he leaned in, letting you pull him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was unexpectedly erotic.
When you pulled back, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He'd been focused entirely on your pleasure, but he was clearly aching for relief. Your hand moved to palm him through his pants, and he groaned, his hips jerking into your touch.
"Your turn," You said, your voice still shaky but determined. "Want to make you feel good too."
"You already are," He said, but his eyes were dark with need. "Just touching you, that's everything."
"But I want more," You said, attempting to hop off the counter but once you did, you didn’t calculate how numb your legs would be.
“Careful—“ He snickered, catching you in place and holding your hands as you held yourself upright. “I got you.”
"Want all of you. Please, Seobie."
He sighed, letting you get down on your knees as he helped you with his belt and zipper. Together you pushed his pants and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, hard and flushed. You immediately wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly.
He was hot and heavy in your palm, and when you swiped your thumb over the tip, collecting the bead of precum there, he shuddered.
"Fuck," He groaned, throwing his head back. "Feels good.”
You stroked him slowly, feathering small kisses along the shaft, and learning what he liked as he did for you. When he rocked into your touch with shallow thrusts, your tongue now swirling his tip, he gently caught your wrist, stopping you.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come," He said, his voice strained. "But I really, really want to be inside you when I do."
Heat flooded through you at his words, and you nodded. "Yes. Want that too."
He reached for his pants, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom.
“Nope.” You shook your head, pushing the protection away. “I’m on the pill, so I better be getting every last drop.” You snickered, and his entire face shifted.
“Oh, you’re serious?” Jongseob smiled, slightly teasing but you already knew he was more than open to this.
“So serious.”
Without another word, he gripped your chin and yanked you up, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands messily found the back of his shoulders, locking tongues with him with force.
"Are you ready then, pretty?" He pulled back and asked, his eyes meeting yours, checking in one more time as he lifted you back onto the counter.
"Yes.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He lined himself up, teasing at your folds which caused your forehead to drop against his chest. A soft moan escaped you before Jongseob pushed in slowly, so slowly, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open.
The sensation was overwhelming after everything else, and you both groaned as he sank deeper. He was bigger than his fingers, and the stretch burned slightly, but it was a good burn, a fullness that made you feel complete.
"So tight, baby.” He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he bottomed out inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good .."
He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back. When you finally rolled your hips, urging him to move, he pulled back slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm.
Each stroke was deliberate, measured, hitting deep inside you. The angle was perfect, and you could feel him dragging against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built again.
"That's it," He encouraged, his pace increasing slightly. "Take it, just like that."
The counter shook slightly with his movements, and somewhere in the back of your mind you registered the sound of glasses rattling along the bar top, but you didn't care.
All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, the way your bodies moved together, and the never ending pleasure building between you.
He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and you cried out, your back arching. "Right there—“ You gasped. "Oh god, right there, don't stop..."
"Here?" He thrust harder, and you nearly sobbed with pleasure. "This what you need?"
You nodded with a hurried force, gasping for air as you couldn’t even comprehend a thought at this point — He was fucking you dumb.
His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing firm circles as he continued to thrust deep. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt another orgasm building, impossibly, after everything else.
"Come for me," He urged, his voice rough. "Want to feel you, pretty, give it to me."
His words, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit and the perfect angle of his thrusts, pushed you over the edge. Your fourth orgasm crashed through you, and you came once more, your walls clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.
"God, yes," He grunted, his rhythm faltering as your pussy squeezed him. "So good for me.”
He thrusted a few more times, deep and hard, and then he was releasing too, burying himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the warmth spilling in you, and the intimacy of it all made your heart clench.
He stayed pressed close, both of you breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, and you both winced at the sensitivity — both your releases now spilling all over the counter.
Dirty bastards.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You felt him inhale, taking a deep breath which caused you to do the same.
"That was..." You started, but couldn't find the words.
"Yeah," He agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other in the quiet bar, the lights still casting their soft glow around you. The music had stopped at some point, you realized, but you hadn't even noticed.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, a soft smile on his face. "So," he said, his voice teasing but warm. "Does this mean I have a chance?"
You laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and pulled him in for another kiss. "Didn’t know you were even being deadass about wanting one.” You scoffed.
“Of course I was.” He murmured against your lips. "So do I or no?”
You grinned. “I’ll think about it.”
A pinch at your hip followed after, slightly ticklish. “I’m kidding!” You grinned. “Of course.”
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SUMMARY: You and Hwang Intak have been friends for as long as you can remember, built more on teasing and arguments than anything soft. Now both part of SNU’s collegiate dance team, you’ve grown side by side, you with your precision in ballet, him with his effortless hip-hop flow and questionable game with girls. So when a new dancer catches his attention and he turns to you for help, it feels normal… at first. But between late-night rehearsals, a ballet duet he’s completely unqualified for, and spending more time together than ever, something starts to shift.
DISCLAIMERS: SMAU WITH CHAPTERS! NON idol au! dance team/uni au!!!! lowkey player!intak , childhood best friends to lovers!!! bickering love language, ballet x hiphop smirk. forced proximity Heh. intak chasing after someone else, reader wingwoman sighhhh. slow burn & im serious. she fell first highkey. reader is sooo i hate my bf coded YES!!! intak has no game but somehow pulls So who else is confused…? hanni njz mentioned kazuha lsrfm mentioned rui xlov mentioned Ok.
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