can i request a yeosang x fem reader fic? reader is ovulating and she sees yeo coming back from the gym; biceps out, drenched in sweat and compression shirt on; she starts acting weird (weird as in feral). fluff with some humour in the beginning slowly drifting into smut..
Hi my berry! This sounds like a super good idea.. this man just kept getting bigger and bigger every time we saw a new gym pic.. I’ll try my best! 🤍
You were sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when the sound of the front door opening caught your attention. You looked up to see Yeosang, freshly back from the gym, entering the apartment.
His muscular frame was emphasized by his drenched compression shirt, which clung to him like a second skin. His biceps bulged, and his hair was mussed up and damp from sweat.
You swallowed hard, your eyes drinking in the sight of him.
He walked over to the couch and collapsed into the cushions next to you with a sigh of exhaustion. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, pushing it out of his face.
“Hey.” he said, glancing over at you. “You look a little flushed. Are you okay?”
“Uhm.” you stuttered, your mind suddenly blank. “Y-yeah, I'm fine.”
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the way his shirt clung to his body, emphasizing every contour and muscle. He noticed you staring and smirked slightly.
"You seem to be having a hard time looking away.” he said, his tone slightly cocky.
You blushed even deeper, mortified that he had caught you staring. “I-I wasn't.” you protested, trying to avert your gaze.
Yeosang caught the slight flush in your cheeks and the way your eyes lingered on his damp shirt. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned back into the couch.
“You sure about that?” he asked, his voice low and playful. “It sure looked to me like you were enjoying the view.”
You felt your face heat up even more, your heartrate quickening. “I-I wasn’t, I swear.” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
Yeosang chuckled softly, finding your flustered state amusing. He shifted closer to you on the couch, his body pressing against yours.
“You seem a little flustered. Is it because of me?” he murmured, leaning in close. His hand brushed against your thigh, sending shivers up your spine.
You swallowed nervously, feeling the heat from his body seeping into yours. “I-I’m not flustered.” you insisted, although your flushed cheeks and uneven breathing betrayed you.
Yeosang chuckled again, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh. “Is that so?” he murmured, his fingertips moving closer to the inside of your thigh.
His fingers brushed against the fabric of your pants, so close to where you needed him. You shivered, your legs trembling slightly. He smirked, noticing the effect he was having on you. “You’re shaking.”
He leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against your neck. His hand slid up higher, rubbing small circles against your inner thigh, so close to where you ached for his touch.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he murmured, his lips hovering just millimeters away from your skin. “You’re not feeling overheated or anything?”
You could feel his warm breath against your neck, making goosebumps erupt all over your body. You tried to respond, but all that came out was a pitiful little moan.
Yeosang’s smirk grew wider at the sound of your little moan. He pressed his lips to your neck, his mouth hot against your skin. “I’ll take that as a yes.” he murmured.
His hands moved to the waistband of your pants, his fingers toying with the fabric.
“You’re awfully twitchy today.” he murmured, his lips still against your neck. “Can’t seem to sit still.”
He slid his hand inside your pants, his fingers running through your wet folds. “Oh.” he murmured, feeling how you were soaked. “You’re so wet already.” He pressed his fingers against your clit, making you gasp.
Yeosang’s fingers continued to circle your clit, the sensations making your head spin. He lifted his head from your neck and looked into your eyes, seeing how much you were struggling to hold it together.
“You ready for me, baby?” he murmured, his fingers stilling momentarily.
You could only nod, your words failing you. He let out a satisfied groan and moved his fingers away from your clit. He quickly unbuttoned and zipped down your pants, sliding them off your legs with one swift motion.
He moved himself between your spread legs, reaching down to unbuckle his pants. Your eyes followed his every move, anticipation making your heart pound. He took out his hard cock, already leaking with precum. He stroked himself a few times, spreading the precum around his length.
You moaned at the sight, your legs spreading even wider. “Yeosang, please…” you begged, your hands reaching out to grip his arms
He moaned as you gripped his arms, your fingers digging into his skin. “You’re going to leave marks.” he murmured, his voice low and rough. But he didn’t seem to mind; instead, he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.
“You’re so wet..” he murmured, his hands gripping your hips.
You moaned and nodded, your hands still clawing at his arms. “Please.” you gasped, your words almost a plea.
He didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed himself inside you, stretching you around his cock. You moaned loudly at the feeling of being filled, your nails digging into his skin even more.
He groaned at the feeling, his hips starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm. “You feel so good.” he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips as he started to pound into you harder. You moaned louder at each thrust, your nails leaving red marks on his skin
He angled his hips slightly, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, your hands clawing at his arms as he slammed into you. “Oh god, Yeosang…” you moaned, your back arching off the couch.
“Take it.” he grunted, his grip on your hips growing tighter.
He leaned down to capture your mouth with his, his tongue sliding into your mouth. The kiss was rough, almost possessive. His hands moved to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he continued to pound into you. He broke the kiss to let out a low moan, his face nuzzling into your neck.
He continued to pound into you, his pace becoming faster and more erratic. “You’re so goddamn tight.” he moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. You felt your orgasm building, your head spinning with pleasure.
“Come on.” he panted, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. “Come for me, baby.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew you couldn’t hold on any longer.
With a cry, you came, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, his hips still driving into you. He was so close, just a few more thrusts and he’d come too
With a final, deep thrust, he moaned loudly and came, his body shuddering with pleasure. He let out a deep breath, his face still buried in your neck.
“Fuck.” he panted, his hands slowly releasing their grip on your thighs. You lay there, panting and spent, your whole body feeling boneless.
He pulled out of you, collapsing beside you on the couch. You couldn’t move, your eyes closed as you recovered. He moved his head beside yours, still catching his breath. “You okay?” he asked.
“Mmm.” was all you could manage, still trying to catch your breath. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, his fingers running through your hair.
“You were so good.” he murmured, his voice softer than before. “You took me so well.”
You turned your head to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “You were amazing.” you said, your voice still a little hoarse. He leaned in and kissed you softly, his hands still in your hair.
“So were you..” he murmured against your lips. “Always so good for me.”
