cws: smut, making out, dry humping, riding, choking, unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, creampie, needy Hongjoong, service top/switch!Hongjoong, slight food play, finger sucking, reader is a tease
word count: 2592
summary: going out to get some ice cream on a hot summer day, Hongjoong seemed to be hungry for something else
a/n: first part, here we goooo! Hope you’re enjoying it
“Thank you, baby”, you said.
Hongjoong was holding the door of his car open for you so you could get in, true gentleman style. He also just paid for your ice cream.
He closed the door as soon as you were in your seat, walking around the car.
“Everything for you, jagi. That was nothing”.
Well, it kinda was. Doing things like getting ice cream never were normal with him, he had to wear at least a cap and mask to hide his appearance when being out with you, not wanting fans to get overexcited when seeing him. Also, you had to eat in the car instead of being able to sit in front of the cute ice cream place, out in the sun.
“Still”, you huffed, leaning towards him a bit to place your hand on his thigh when he was sitting as well, “Thanks for spoiling me”.
He closed his door as well, lifting the cap a bit to remove the mask.
“I love spoiling you. That is more of a treat for me, you know?”.
You smiled, feeling the butterflies roaming around your stomach as he held eye contact. Hongjoong always looked at you with big eyes, full of devotion and affection.
You leaned back again against the hot leather seat, shifting the focus to the cone in your hand. The ice cream was already melting, it was way too hot for this.
“How does it taste?”, he asked.
He got himself an iced coffee, taking a sip on the straw before putting it back into the cup holder in front of him.
“It’s good”, you said, darting your tongue out to lick over it, “You want a taste?”.
Something in his eyes changed, but you couldn’t lay a finger on it, you couldn’t properly read it. So you just held the cone out to him and he opened his mouth, mimicking your motion from before.
Oh.
Now you understood. That picture was sinful. You had always loved Hongjoongs tongue, especially his skills with it, but watching him digging it into the dessert to scoop some of it up before it vanished into his mouth altogether was straight up erotic.
He had some of it left on his bottom lip and he pushed his tongue out again to remove it.
“Mh-hmm”, he hummed, “You’re right, it is good”.
He smirked at you, he knew what kind of effect he had on you. You already felt hot, your whole body heating up to the image that was now imprinted in your brain. But that was a game you could also play very well.
Sticking your tongue out, you swirled it around the ice cream and made some satisfied sounds. He watched you very attentively, eyes following you as you closed your lips around the ice cream to suck it off.
You heard him inhale pretty loudly, his breath shivering. But that wasn’t enough for you. With a playful grin, you shifted your body a bit toward him, tilting the melting ice cream so a drop would land on your skin, right below the collarbone.
“Oops”, you chuckled, “I made a mess”.
Hongjoong struggled in his seat, spreading his legs a bit wider.
“Oh, for fucks sake”, he muttered under his breath.
You looked at him, your finger wiping over your cleavage to remove spread the melted dessert on your skin.
“Something wrong, Joongie?”, you asked in the most innocent voice you could muster.
“No, everything’s fine”, he groaned, “But- could you eat your ice cream a little less.. erotically?”.
You licked your finger, furrowing your brows to look confused while you suckled on the tip, letting it pop out with a wet sound.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I eat it the same way you did”, you mused.
He laughed, letting his head fall back against the seat before his hand came up to rub his face.
“Yeah, I wanted to tease you, you’re straight up riling me up”, he scoffed, no real anger behind that voice - maybe a bit of frustration.
“Riling you up?”
Hongjoong groaned again.
“Baby, I’m so hard right now. You know exactly what you’re doing to me”, he pulled at his pants as if he was demonstrating how uncomfortable he was in them.
He was indeed very hard, you could see the outline of his cock clearly through his pants.
“Hmm- you should do something about it”, you hummed, sticking your tongue out to play with your treat again.
It wasn’t much left, you dug your teeth into the cone to bite off some of the waffle. But that also seemed to make him fall apart. It was funny to you, endearing. You probably loved teasing him as much as he loved to do the same to you.
“Me? No, baby, you’re coming here now”.
He adjusted the position of his seat, giving him more space between the wheel and his body. The way he looked at you could have you on your knees in seconds, demanding but soft - already so wrecked. But you had the feeling that you had him at your mercy now. And you liked that very much.
“Can I finish my ice cream?”, you asked with a pout.
Hongjoong looked at you in utter disbelief for a second, already making grabby hands at you to motion you to climb onto his lap.
“You’re kidding me, right?”, he huffed, his voice getting a bit whiny - that was more to your liking, “Please, baby, please. Don’t make me beg”.
Your grin grew even wider at his words. Hongjoong was a very self conscious man, his aura and stage presence just a picture of how he carried himself and he pretty much was the same on a casual day. But for you - his princess - he would do anything. And that was very empowering.
“But I love when you beg”, you said, voice teasing.
He watched you continuing to eat your ice cream as if nothing was happening at the same time.
“Brat”, he sighed, “Please, baby. I need you, come on”.
“Need me to do what?”, you asked.
The groan Hongjoong made was both sinful and frustrated at the same time.
“Ride me, dry hump me- do something- please”.
You chuckled, stuffing the last part of the cone into your mouth before crawling over to him. He held his arms open, hands immediately wrapping around your waist as soon as you were settled on his lap and straddling him. He sighed, feeling your weight press down on his erection already seemed to relieve some ache.
Swallowing what you had in your mouth, you brought your fingers to your lips.
“They’re sticky”, you said.
“Ohh, really? Little minx”, he cooed, looking up at you.
You nodded and he grabbed one of your hands, opening his mouth to stick a finger inside. His tongue pressed flatly against the underside of it before pulling it out again.
It made your pussy throb, walls clenching violently around nothing and you were pretty sure you were already wet.
“My lips are sticky too”, you whispered.
That line was so damn cheesy, but it still worked. Both of you laughed at it, yet he stretched his body, pulling you closer by your waist. You leaned down to meet him, lips crashing against his in a kiss that was messy from the start.
Hongjoongs kisses were always so addicting, you could taste the faint remnants of his iced coffee, mixed with your ice cream and his own very familiar taste. Your hands pulled his cap off completely when they got hold of his hair, neither of you seemed to care about the fact that they were still sticky anymore.
He moaned into your mouth when you gently pulled on the soft strands and squeezed you where he held you close, not planning on letting go any time soon.
You let his tongue lick against yours, tasting you, devouring you, he had you gasp in a matter of seconds.
“Baby-“, his voice was choked out, sentence cut off because he couldn’t stay separated from you for too long, “Move, just a bit, yeah? Please”.
His hands guided you, encouraging you to rock your hips back and forth to give him more friction. Moans and grunts filled the space of the car, muffled by each others lips. Since it was so hot and he was radiating even more warmth, your summer dress clinged nastily onto your body. You were sweating so much, but you wanted to be even closer.
“Hongjoong-“, you moaned.
“Fuck- yes, baby?”.
You gyrated your hips, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your clothed core over and over again. You were soaking your panties and his jeans.
A breathy whine escaped you - this wasn’t enough. You needed more and you would take it.
Your fingers were quick, you sat back a bit to have more space to unbuckle his belt.
“You wanna do it here?”, he asked breathlessly, having no intentions to stop you though.
“You wanna wait until we’re at home? Driving through this traffic?”, you retorted.
Unzipping his pants, you pulled out his cock and wasted no time in stroking him.
“Fuck- yeah, no. Good point”, he nodded, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he watched you.
Your fingers wrapped around his base, going up with a firm grip, back down again with a ghosting touch. Hongjoong moaned out, eyes closing for a second in pure bliss.
You smeared the precum all over him, grinning when he let his head fall back against the leather while he squirmed underneath you.
You got up on your knees, two pairs of hurried hands shoving your sundress up over your hips. You had been right, your panties were completely drenched - but you carelessly pulled them to the side either way so you could position him at your entrance.
He held onto you for dear life when you sank down on him.
“Ohh- fuck, you’re so wet”, he gasped.
The stretch was intense, but you didn’t give yourself the time to get accustomed to it properly. He split you open in the most delicious way, even though it was stealing your breath away.
“Slow down, baby”, Hongjoong whimpered, his hands clasping your hips, “Oh my god”.
“Cant-“, you choked out, “More- need more”.
You only let both of you have a break when he bottomed out, you were not moving. It was still unbearably hot, yet you allowed him to press his body closer to yours. His mouth latched onto your collarbone, tongue licking off the reminders of your spilled ice cream.
You whimpered and arched into him, pushing his head even closer to you.
“So tight- but taking me so well, fuck”, his voice was so needy, it made you clench around him immediately.
It was filthy, messy, how he licked up your throat and sucked on your skin. He bit into the spot right below your ear, relishing in the way you melted in his hands.
“You taste so sweet, baby, can’t get enough of you-“, he muttered, pressing you down onto his cock as much as possible.
Hongjoong sucked your skin into his mouth, teeth grazing and nipping at it - apologizing kisses being littered onto the mark.
You moved, slowly at first, with tentative rolls of your hips. He met you halfway through, fucking into you from below with shallow and thrusts.
“It’s so hot”, you groaned, there was sweat running down your temples and down to your jaw, but Hongjoong licked it off again.
“Yeah, want me to take that off?”.
His hands reached around you, searching for the zipper on the back of your dress and pulling it down torturously slowly.
You shoved it down your shoulders and let it pool around your hips, not a care about the stupid fabric anymore.
A sigh of relief came out of your mouth as soon as it was off. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks again, guiding his face to yours to kiss him again.
He bounced you on his dick, helped you to move on top of him. His cock was reaching so deep inside in this position, hitting your g-spot over and over again every time he slammed you back down.
Hongjoong bit your bottom lip, tongue licking over it soothingly afterwards.
“Fuck- baby”, he hummed against your mouth, “You feel so good- holy shit”.
You whimpered, it was still not enough.
“More-“, you managed to get out, leaning back until your back hit the steering wheel.
“You wanna get fucked dumb on this cock?”, Hongjoong grinned, “Maybe you already are, look at you”.
There was nothing to be seen of his needy and whiny self, confidence and primal hunger was lingering in his eyes as he watched you tremble on top of him.
“Joongie-“, you moaned, “More, please-“.
He chuckled, hands roaming over your naked torso, cupping the underside of your bra.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll give you more”.
He lifted your dress a bit, thumb finding your clit to press down onto it. Your mouth fell open in a silent ‘o’, you weren’t able to control your body anymore. Your spine arched, one hand prepping yourself on the window right next to you.
His other hand went higher, gently wrapping around your throat to pull you back against his mouth. His kiss wasn’t as dizzying as it was before, it was soft. Just a few quick pecks of his lips in between breathless moans and high pitched whines.
A big contrast to the way he was roughly fucking you from below while you moved your hips very weakly on your own. Your legs were already trembling, hurting from the cramped space you were in and spasming by the shocks your pleasure granted you.
“God, you’re squeezing me- you like that, huh?”, he mused.
“Yes-! Yes, feels so good”, your free hand grabbed his neck, nails digging into his skin, “Gonna- fuck”.
“Gonna cum on my cock, baby? Go on, make a mess for me again”.
None of you had a second thought about fucking in the car, out in public. But with your moaned screams, his name on your tongue when you finally got to your release, he was quick to cover your mouth with his own - devouring every sound you would give him. He squeezed your throat, knowing it would make your orgasm more intense and longer while his thumb was still rubbing fast circles on your clit.
“You let me fill you up? Please say yes”, he groaned, his voice shaking and telling you he was so close as well.
“Yes! Anything you want- wanna feel it inside”, you choked out, body still seizing up, walls milking him.
“Thank you, baby”, he muttered softly, affection laced with the growl bubbling up in his chest.
Hongjoong came a lot quieter than you did, forcing himself to stay quiet with his teeth buried into his lower lip. But still, it wasn’t any less intense. You felt his cock twitch inside you relentlessly as he spilled his cum as deep as possible, grinding into you.
“Fuck-“, he whimpered at the intense feeling overwhelming him.
Both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. You searched for his closeness, leaning forward to let yourself be pulled into a tight embrace. Hongjoong hummed contentedly, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
You combed through his messy and sweat stained hair, pushing them back.
“God, we should get ice cream more often”, he whispered.
cws: smut, unprotected sex, semi public sex, making out, riding, fingering, choking, Seonghwa is a little freak
word count: 2276
a/n: no, I did not forget about this series lol, also first time writing Hwa, I hope you liked it hehe
You sighed, head falling back as you let the hot water engulf you completely. You closed your eyes in pure bliss, another soft gasp falling out of your mouth - lips curled up in a smile.
“Thank you for this, baby”, you said, opening your eyes to look at your boyfriend.
“No need to thank me, my love. You truly deserve this treatment”, he smiled while talking, tilting his head, “You had worked so hard for your promotion, let’s celebrate it”.
Seonghwa had booked a room in a local bathhouse you wanted to visit since half an eternity, but it never happened that the both of you had time for it. Or for each other.
He has been busy with the newest comeback while you had worked your ass off to get promoted at your job - you had barely seen each other in the last few weeks, maybe even months.
So of course, you had been very happy when Seonghwa picked you up to come here. The hot water really helped to soothe your aching muscles and soul. And the bathhouse really was as pretty as you had seen it on the internet. You had some privacy, an own tub to sit in, probably big enough for five people - but it was just the two of you now. Well, the walls were very thin, you could hear other people in the room next door - except there wasn’t even a door, just a curtain.
“I’m very proud of you, my love”, Seonghwa added, making you furiously blush at the praise.
“You are?”.
Your heart was pounding and it was almost embarrassing, you wanted to blame it on the heat surrounding you, but it was futile. He knew you too well, he was already smirking.
“Oh, of course. You’re the lead director now, right? Let me be proud of my girl for that accomplishment”, he cooed.
After all these years of knowing him, being together with him, you probably would never get used to him complementing you or even calling you ‘his girl’. So of course you were red, your chest flaring with a mixture of pride and affection.
“Come here”, he said, holding an arm open for you.
You moved towards him, sitting down on the edge beside him and letting him sling his arm around you underwater and pull you against him. Your head rested on his shoulder and you closed your eyes, inhaling his vanilla like scent. You hummed lightly as he rubbed gentle circles into your waist, holding you close.
His other hand was on your thigh, massaging the muscles in his reach and making you gasp. It was completely involuntary, just coming out of you in a moment of bliss. But he grinned, you could see it in the corner of your eye.
“What are you doing?”, you asked.
“Nothing?”, he laughed, “Just taking care of my girl”.
His hand scooted higher, cupping your core. You had to press your own hand onto your mouth to keep quiet and shut down the mewl coming up. He manhandled you, moved you to sit on his lap with your back pressed against his chest.
“We- Hwa, please, we’re in public”, you whispered, looking at the curtain.
“Hmm, guess you’ll have to stay quiet then”, he muttered, his plush lips kissing the spot behind your ear.
“Can’t we wait until we’re back in the hotel? We can- do it there”.
His fingers were parting your folds, one hand holding your legs open with a harsh grip on your thigh. Your nails dug into his arm, still trying hard to not make any suspicious sounds.
“Don’t worry, we’ll do it there”, his voice was just a whisper, but still sent shivers down your spine, “And here”.
He touched your clit gently, asserting only so much pressure onto it that you could feel it. He was teasing you with it, like he always enjoyed to do. Seonghwa liked seeing you fall apart under his mercy, making you beg, but he always was very eager to give you what you asked for afterwards.
“Hwa- I-”, you were afraid to talk, afraid you would moan as soon as your mouth was open.
“Just let me make you feel good, okay? Part of my gift for you”.
And with that, he pushed two fingers in, making your spine arch involuntarily. Seonghwa chuckled, he enjoyed this almost as much as you did, you felt his erection growing underneath you. But he had no problem staying quiet at all, he just let little gasps come through whenever you jolted or writhed at his palm pressing down on your clit.
“Need my help, jagiya? They’re gonna know otherwise”, his free hand came up to cover your mouth, “I’m the only one who’s supposed to hear that”.
With his hand holding your mouth shut, you weren’t so afraid anymore, letting your sounds be muffled by him. You reached behind you, getting your fingers tangled in his hair as he mouthed at your neck.
Seonghwa could play you like a fucking instrument, he didn’t even have to look at what he was doing to you to know you were melting in his skilled hands. He hit your g-spot with the right amount of pressure, making your eyes roll back into your skull.
“Thaaat’s it, my love”, he muttered, grinding his cock against your ass.
And here you had thought that going into this bath both completely naked wouldn’t lead to anything. To be honest, if you hadn’t been in public, you wouldn’t have been able to keep your hands to yourself in his bare presence as well.
You turned around in his arms, cupping his face as he let go of yours, pressing your lips to his in a fiery kiss. He groaned into your mouth, the shared breath so addicting for both of you. He cradled your head with a hand on your neck, the other one on the small of your back to shove you closer against his body.
His dick twitched against your swollen clit like this and you couldn’t stop yourself from properly climbing onto him and straddling his lap. He grinned, you could feel him smirking into the kiss, getting exactly what he wanted when you positioned yourself on top of him to let his cock slide into your waiting pussy.
You didn’t separate, swallowing each others moans to muffle them. A hand on your ass was shoving you down impatiently, literally impaling you on his cock - when he bottomed out, you couldn’t hold back his moaned out name.
“My love-“, Seonghwa gasped, a grin still lingering on his lips, “You gotta stay quiet. They will throw us out”.
“I can’t”, you sobbed, your hips automatically rocking back and forth to chase the friction, “Please- Hwa-“.
“Okay”, his hand slipped from your neck to the front, it wrapped around your throat, not squeezing but holding you close, “But if any sound comes out of that pretty mouth, I’ll stop”.
You didn’t know where to put your hands, gripping his shoulders for leverage.
“You can’t do that to me-“, you pouted, “Please, Hwa- I-“.
“You can handle it, I know you can”.
Seonghwa encouraged you to move, to lift your hips and slam them back down. God, this was torture, every time your hips met his own, he hit your sweet spot without even trying to.
You bit your tongue, then your bottom lip and looked at him with pleading eyes. Seonghwa looked equally wrecked by now, the grip on your throat got tighter with every movement of your body.
“God- ride me like this, my love- you feel so good”, he mused, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your chewed on lips, “My sweet girl, look at you”.
He accentuated his words, thrusting up into you with every single one of them. You groaned, which turned into a sob when he indeed stopped immediately.
“That’s not fair”, you whispered.
“You gotta work for it”, he chuckled, his grip on you unrelenting.
He waited a moment before he let you move again. His free hand came up to comb his hair back before he let his arm rest on the edge of the tub, watching you with a tilted head.
Your hands scrambled, your own fingers now wrapping around his throat as well, right at the base, and squeezed down on the sides.
Seonghwa gasped, a beautiful broken sound, combined with his eyelids fluttering - it had some kind of effect on you. You gyrated your hips, holding onto his throat for leverage as hard as you could with him still being able to breathe.
“Ohh- my love”, he moaned, wasn’t quiet with it either.
But you weren’t stopping, only getting spurred on by it. The water splashed around you, out of the tub and for a moment, Seonghwa seemed to lose himself. His jaw was slack, eyes closed and face scrunched up in pleasure as his fingers flexed on your windpipe.
Your body was sore, it had been before, and with you holding yourself up on your knees and trying to guide both of you to your climax - it had your heart rate peak in an embarrassing short amount of time. He hit your g-spot so good in this position, he reached in so deep and your clit was so deliciously rubbing against his pelvis like this.
But then, he snapped, picking you up and turning you around, pushing your back against the edge of the tub harshly. Seonghwa gripped your hips with both hands, holding you in place as he set a breathtaking pace to plunge his cock into your pussy over and over again.
“Wait- Hwa”, you cried out, but he decided to silence you with his mouth, growling into the sudden kiss like he was obsessed.
He came hard, with your name on his tongue, grunts and moans just barely muffled by your lips as he desperately pushed his hips further into you. The rhythm stuttered, but he couldn’t stop, filling you up with breathy groans and trembling muscles. You felt him twitch inside of you while he fucked his cum in deeper and still couldn’t separate himself from you even when he had finished.
“Sorry- hnngghh- couldn’t hold it back”, his voice was broken, hoarse as he tried to stay quiet after releasing so many guttural moans - everyone around you probably knew what was going on, “I’ll make up for it, promise”.
Seonghwa pulled out with a needy whine, as if he actually didn’t want to. He lifted you out of the tub to sit on the edge of the stones, pushing your legs apart.
“Seonghwa”, it was a warning and a plea at the same time, already gripping his hair to prepare yourself.
“Gonna make you scream my name”, he muttered, gripping your leg to rest it on his shoulder.
“Thought you want me to stay quiet?”.
He kissed your folds, his mouth immediately attached to your pulsating clit as if he needed it to survive.
“Don’t care-“, he groaned, hot tongue pushing into your entrance once before he gave you a flat lick over the bundle of nerves.
You humped his face, guiding his head to the right spot with your hand in his hair and he let you do everything you wanted. He let you fuck his face, his tongue, his nose, all while he stared up to you in awe.
But you were generous enough to let him breathe in between, to separate him from you for your own good - you probably would indeed scream otherwise.
His dark eyes were fixated on your pulsing hole, to his cum dripping out of you. He let the tips of two fingers slide through the mess, gathering it to push it right back in.
“You gotta hold it in, okay? Fuck-“, he dove back in, sucking your clit in between his lips, his voice slurred as if he was already drunk on your pussy, “‘S so good”.
His fingers slid into you so easily, fucking into you with quick little thrusts that had your eyes roll back and your exhales come out in perfect sync with them. You were so embarrassingly close, the heat in your stomach already flaring up as you tried to hold onto your last string of control.
Your hand slid into his neck, trying to urge him impossibly closer. That tongue of Seonghwa could be magical, you thought, it definitely felt like it.
So long and wet and skilled, he would always have your legs trembling in no time. Just like now.
“Hwa- gonna cum”, you sobbed, your free hand gripping the tub for dear life.
“Cum on my tongue, my love. ‘T’s okay, drench my face”.
He held his promise when he said he would make you scream his name, because you did. It was one very prolonged moan, every letter pulled into an incoherent length, you could barely make out what you were even saying.
Seonghwa was humming, happily swallowing every drop of your mixed arousal you would give him as your legs threatened to close around him out of sheer pleasure. He held them open, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the spasming muscles.
“God- so good”, he echoed, licking off every remnant of your orgasm, leaving you breathless and trembling.
Someone next door was clearing his throat, reminding you what you just did and where.
“Oh my god”, you whispered, covering your face out of shame while it turned beet red.
“Don’t be embarrassed”, Seonghwa kissed your inner thigh, lingering there for a second, “I love when you sing for me like that. Bet they enjoyed that too”.
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ seonghwa x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 explicit smut, established relationship, romantic, domestic fluff, pregnancy scare/marriage talk, emotional intimacy, vaginal sex (unprotected), cum eating, squirting, food play, kissing, breast play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ even though I’m wifey, you can hit it like a side chick <3 ── word count: ².²ᵏ 🥞 “clearly, making food would have to wait.”
A/N: surprise surprise yes I am writing seonghwa again. don’t judge me, blame him /jk he has completely brainrotted me. but I just wanted to give y’all some dirty domestic action. I think I plan on opening my requests soon and start working on a longer series with hwa featuring a special guest but that’s all I say for now; so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“What’s this?”
You’re in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter with chocolate chips, and you looked up to see Seonghwa holding a pregnancy test—the one you discarded this morning.
You cursed at yourself, annoyed you didn’t hide it better.
“Oh…yeah. I took it this morning.” You continued making breakfast, turning to the fridge to take out a carton of eggs.
“Well? Babe, I don’t know what the one line means.”
“Hwa, I’m not pregnant, relax.”
There was a beat of silence as you glanced his way, trying to read his expression. His eyes stayed fixed on the little plastic stick in his hand, his face frustratingly unreadable.
Not that it mattered. You were taking birth control.
These past few weeks, you’d simply felt…off. Taking the test seemed easier than letting your mind spiral.
A pregnancy was not in the plans, but you couldn’t act like it didn’t have your head spinning. Would Seonghwa want a kid with you? Are you even ready to be a mom? The whole thing fucked with your head.
Seonghwa turned the test over in his hand before setting it on the counter. He padded around the island on bare feet, slipping his arms around your waist. His body pressed to your backside as he nuzzled his chin onto your shoulder, gently kissing your neck.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, brushing your hair back.
“Of course. We have no plans for a baby, right?”
“I mean…no, but you look upset.” He admitted, his voice low and comforting.
You sighed, setting the whisk down.
“I was scared…and happy. I kept thinking, I don’t want to be pregnant. Then I’d think about having a little piece of us to love, and I’d get excited. Then it came back negative, and I was relieved…and then I got anxious that you— ”
Your voice caught, blinking away the tears fighting behind your eyes.
“That I what?” Seonghwa hugged you tighter. “Hey…talk to me.”
“That you wouldn’t want kids with me anyway.”
“Why would you think that?”
Turning to face him, you took his hands in yours.
“We’ve been together for seven years. Neither of us wants to get married or have kids right now. Sometimes I wonder if…maybe that’s just how it’ll always be.”
“Life isn’t a race. We have plenty of time to make those decisions together…when we’re ready.” Seonghwa delicately placed a kiss on your temple, then your cheek.
“How do you even know you’ll want me to have your babies?”
“Cause I already do, sweetheart.”
The words stole the air from your lungs.
Your lips parted, searching his face for even the smallest hint of hesitation.
There wasn’t any.
Your hands swept around his neck and you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth, pushing your back against the edge of the countertop. The taste of him sent electricity through your body as your tongues rolled together, a familiar ache returning to your gut.
His hands lowered, gripping your ass in his palms.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” He mumbled against your mouth.
You leaned your head back and broke the kiss, leaving Seonghwa pouting cutely as you giggled.
“Let me at least finish breakfast first.” You protested weakly.
“Hm, guess you’ll be my breakfast instead.”
Seonghwa hooked his long fingers in the waistband of your shorts, snatching them down your legs quickly. You lifted your feet one by one, letting him take them off before tossing them to the side. He, in turn, stripped free of his boxer briefs without a second thought.
It was adorable how eager he was for you. He swiped away the bowls and food behind you before grabbing hold of your hips. Hwa hoisted you up, planting your bare bottom onto the counter in one swift motion.
Clearly, making food would have to wait.
Even though your families begged to see you and Seonghwa wed and have kids, you were enjoying the simplicity of just being in love. You purred his name under your breath before his lips crashed against yours with a needy appetite.
Your hands caressed the back of his head, lacing your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He scooted farther between your legs, his hands drawing you closer to the edge of the counter. His thick erection twitched between you as your lips moved lithely along each other’s.
“Hwa, I need you…please,” you whimpered, his lips ghosting down your jaw and latching onto your throat.
“Mmm…say that again, baby.”
His cool breath blowing along your ear, his tongue licking and tugging at the lobe.
The sensation curled down to your toes, forcing your grasp on him to tighten. Raspy moans fell from you, his mouth turning your head into a fuzzy mess.
“Seonghwa…I need you,” your hushed voice cooed as you rut your hips up and slip his cock along your slit, “I want you inside me.”
His body shuddered against you. Hwa suddenly met your eyes, his gaze lustful and hungry. A broken gasp caught in your chest as he made swift work parting your legs more, a hand guiding one of your legs onto his shoulder as he rested the other on the stool nearby.
“This is the only pussy I want to be inside of.”
Every word he whispered made you pathetically wet, blood buzzing in your ears and pounding the ruthless ache in your cunt. Seonghwa was the only one who ever made you feel this way without even being touched.
He tilted his head down and drooled lazily on his dick, lining it up to your entrance. Gliding himself up and down your folds, you shuddered and pinched his skin between your fingers. You inhaled a sharp bite of air between your teeth, arching your back as he tapped his length against your throbbing clit.
“Now you’re just teasing…” you muttered, earning a coy smile from him.
Fisting his shaft, he carefully stuffed himself inside your hot core, filling you completely.
“F-fuck!” You cried out loudly, his cock stretching your walls as he pushed deeper.
Your hand slapped against his naked chest as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were sharp, rough, and raw.
Each stroke twisting the knot in your belly as he bottomed out inside you.
“Hwa…” your whimpers of pleasure echoing through the kitchen as your dripping pussy fluttered around him.
From the sheer drive of his hips (and angle you were positioned), you were forced back, leaning on your arms with your hands gripping the island bar ledge. Hwa took advantage of your shift and gripped your hips, pounding into your cervix.
The ragged, incoherent noises tumbling from your lips were music to his ears. The air sweltered as the heat built from your bodies, arousal seeping around your skin as your hips shoved together.
“I love the sounds you make for me, princess.” He breathed heavily.
His velvety voice mingled with the searing squelching that filled the room, the harmony dancing through your dazed mind. The slick friction of his cock intoxicated you as his tip found that sweet spot almost instantly.
It was heaven—pure bliss.
Hwa softly kissed the inside of your knee. Tiny beads of sweat gathered at his brow. He gently wiped them across your skin as he rested his face against your leg.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you panted, laying your hand on his groin as his rhythm sped up.
It was too much.
The pressure in your belly grew more intense by the second.
Hiking your crop top above your breasts, Seonghwa latched his mouth to your nipple, lapping his warm tongue over the sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped in and out of you, the taut muscles in your stomach straining unbearably.
His cheeks hollowed as his puffy lips sucked lightly at your tender flesh. The carnal desire in his eyes stole your breath when he glanced up at your heated face, burying himself inside your cunt relentlessly.
“That’s it baby,” he huffed, seizing your throat in his palm, “—s’need you to cum all over me.”
Seonghwa kissed you passionately, teeth clicking with frantic need. A strangled noise released from you into his mouth, hips grinding together as the fire pooling in your abdomen burst and sent shockwaves through you.
“Hwa…” you mewled, vision painted with white sparks.
You tried to come down gradually from your orgasm, leaning forward as your pussy spasmed around him. You dug your nails into his muscly bicep—but Seonghwa refused. He grabbed the back of your hair, forcing your foreheads together.
“God, you feel s’good, s’fucking go—”
His voice caught, hips stuttering as a thunderous growl ripped from his chest. Thick, hot spurts of cum spilled inside your sopping core as Hwa rocked his hips back and forth, your folds milking every last drop from his cock. His grip in your hair tightened, his fingers digging into your scalp.
You lusciously squeezed around him. Feeling his orgasm, his length twitching against your juicy center, made time slow as if you were watching fireworks go off.
A combination of sweat and cum glistened brightly on your inner thighs. You could see droplets of sweat collecting on his upper lip and jaw. You loved it—the sweatier he was, the more you were turned on.
“Holy shit, baby. That pussy s’good.”
He kissed you again, more fiercely this time, but took his time tasting your mouth. The salty taste of his lips had you salivating for more.
You could never get enough of him.
“So you’re only going to put your babies in me?”
You rubbed your noses together sweetly.
“‘Til death do us part.”
Hwa stayed engulfed in your leaking heat, leaning back and caressing your cheek in his hand. Then, he suddenly slammed his cock to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
A mixture of screams and whines tore from your lungs, hands finding the marble ledge to ground yourself as Seonghwa continued to fuck you mercilessly. His hips moved with reckless abandon, ramming himself into your g-spot repeatedly.
There was little to no time for your orgasm to rapidly stir in your gut, but it felt different—like a burning rocket coming to shatter inside you. Seonghwa snapped your hips down harder against him, cursing your name under his breath.
This was the true definition of having your guts rearranged.
Your skin prickled as you exhaled unevenly, melting into the heady ecstasy.
“Hmm…that’s crazy it’s s’deep,” he hummed, his first load seeping out of you around his shaft, “f-fuck…your pussy feels s’wet.”
“Oh-oh my g-god…Seonghwa…don’t s-stop.”
The delicious wet noises wrecked you beyond comprehension. The piercing touch from his sopping erection set you aflame. Your walls clenched around him, head fried and dizzy.
You were royally fucked.
The crackling spring uncoiled and shot through you, body shaking as you came again, crying out silently. Juices trickled out of your pussy like a fountain, coating Seonghwa and the tile.
As your insides pulsed, they blindsided Seonghwa and pushed him out of you.
It was absolutely euphoric.
A full body orgasm that you never expected.
“Did you just…squirt?” he asked, eagerly looking from between your legs to the puddle on the floor.
“I-I think so?” you answered hesitantly, the blinding haze fading slowly from your eyes.
You weren’t entirely sure what just happened, it was brand new, but damn if you didn’t want to experience it again.
“Fucking hell…that’s hot.”
Wasting no time, Seonghwa glided his cock back into your cunt, hips resuming the same harsh pace as before. His hand wandered over your shirt and kneaded at your breast. His gaze met yours and you kissed him, lips moving lithely with sensual embrace.
If this is what being in love felt like, you never wanted it to end.
A series of groans and hoarse murmurs fell from Seonghwa’s lips into your mouth, vibrating through to your cunt as his hips tensed. He was close.
“Goddamn…baby, you’re gonna make me cum again.”
He held you possessively, shooting his load inside you for a second time, stuffing you full of his seed.
A beat of silence lingered between you until you both started laughing giddily, still breathless.
“What a pre-breakfast workout.” Seonghwa’s cock gingerly slipped out from your folds, letting his cum ooze out. A stream cascaded down your ass and onto the floor.
He looked insanely sexy and proud at that moment.
“Can I actually make us breakfast now?”
Seonghwa turned his head to the array of food and cookware beside you, and locked onto the open bag of chocolate chips by your thigh.
He picked two of them out and scooped them along the viscous fluids resting on your pussy then held them up to your mouth. You didn’t even think twice, just opened your lips and slurped the candy and cum from his fingers.
You had them for less than a second before Seonghwa kissed you, swirling his tongue to taste the rich tangy flavor. The kiss lingered even after it had all dissolved in your mouth. Your tongues rolled as your lips massaged together, moaning lovingly.
Nothing but you and him.
“I think my batter is better, but if you must.” He snorted cockily.
Chuckling, you rolled your eyes playfully, admiring his features. In your head, you plotted on ravaging him again after you got some energy from the scrumptious food you were making…
mingyu smiles at his blank screen, colorful text telling him more and more are joining to tune in. the chat is an endless stream of a variety of greetings, ranging from the sweet 'hi how have you been !!!' to the more confident 'i want to gag on ur dick king'. mingyu greets with a soft hi before chuckling about the latter.
"i just thought i'd have a radio live today, just wanted to catch up, nothing too wild." mingyu contemplates sharing the fact that he's in bed, comfortable in his mountain of pillows, only clad in some loose shorts and a hoodie. mingyu decides to hold back for now, still waiting to see that one username he's found himself to be so fond of.
cat3arss: so no head? 😔
cocks1ut: oohh how have you been?
hole4sale: lmao no head 😭😭
pretty.miss: aww thats too bad
pretty.miss: wouldve loved to see you get all messy again
hole4sale: so true pretty miss ma'am!!
mingyu didn't even notice you've already joined, his body suddenly flashing hot as he reread your comments. a warm pink dusts his cheeks, and he clears his throat in an attempt to keep himself together. "what, are you just using me for my body or something?"
pretty.miss: perhaps
mingyu inhales sharply, propping his laptop and mic on his bedside table before shuffling down his bed to be more comfortable, his left hand now toying with the gartered band of his shorts. he feels his cock start to harden, all because of your words.
"tch, perhaps." it's a weak attempt at getting the upper hand, on his own damn live. he spots your username and the little bouncing circles indicating your'e typing. it's like he can only focus on you, his favorite regular.
pretty.miss: hehe. have you eaten yet then?
"y-yeah, I had some tuna mayo riceballs e-earlier." for some reason, mingyu's mind had drifted to how lovely you must sound, asking about his day and talking about yours. the thought sends tingles running down his spine and causing more blood to flow down his body and harden his dick. mingyu knows it's ridiculous, getting off to the mere thought of how your voice must sound, but he can't help himself, not when his eyes flit to the screen and sees you've commented once more. his hand slides past the gartered band of his shorts and is now palming the bulge that has formed in his boxers.
pretty.miss: oh did you make them yourself?
mingyu nods, and upon realizing that you can't actually see him, tries to calm himself down so he won't sound so obvious and get found out. "I-hah- I did." So much for not being caught.
pretty.miss: you okay, babyboy? you sound out of breath
the petname goes straight to his dick; mingyu lets out a shuddering breath, one the viewers most definitely heard, and lets his hand wrap around himself. he gives himself a few languid strokes, thumb brushing the tip to collect the precum pooling there. through gritted teeth, he answers you. "I'm f-fine, pretty."
pretty.miss: you sure? idk it sounds like you're getting needy
hole4sale: oh shit
cocks1ut: wait pretty miss is right?????
skinnyp3n1s: are you touching yourself??
the pinging of the chat turns him on even more, and in the absence of an answer, his viewers start donating. it's like he's been conditioned; mingyu's body turns warmer and he gets needier at the sound of the clinking coins. it's been no more than 10 minutes and he's already reached half of his usual goal.
"i j-just wanted to catch up with you g-guys," mingyu huffs, reaching over his bedside table for the bottle lube. he removes his hand from his dick to squirt a generous amount of lube on it, the slick, wet sound making its way to the mic. "you just had to turn it into something else..."
pretty.miss: oh so you're blaming us now? it's not our fault you get turned on by a little small talk
pretty.miss donated 100 coins!
the chat joins in, crude words teasing him about how needy and easy he is for them. mingyu whimpers when his lubed hand makes contact with his sensitive cock, desperation urging him to fuck his fist already. but he shakes his head, mouth dry as he pleads, "can i touch myself? please?"
pretty.miss: you know i can't say no to you, baby
"f-fuck, thank you!" mingyu's whimpers are endless as he fucks his fist, just the like the coins being donated to him. eyes scrnuched close, miraculously enough, he manages to block out the clinking, his mind coming up with thoughts of how it would feel like to fuck you instead. his breath turns ragged at the thought, convince there's nothing more that could drive him so insane.
then, in a moment of delirium, he thinks of how you're probably getting off to him (or at the very least thinking of him in the most impure of ways), how his voice does the same things to you that your words do with him. mingyu feels his abs contract and his toes curling as his orgasm builds up.
"hng, f-fuck, i'm so close-" a loud, whiny moan rips from mingyu's throat and the chat rolls endlessly, the pinging sound of notifications making his already fuzzy head spin. "p-please let me cum, please!"
gyu cracks one eye open then the other just in time to see your comment of approval before he's seeing stars and spurting ribbons of white all over his fist.
