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20 🇮🇪 smut lover she // her ⭐️

[haefpuffs]

hai!!

submissive riku x soft dom reader 👀👀👀

𑣲. morning dew | リク

pairing sub!riku x soft dom!reader

summary riku wakes up to find you already beneath the sheets, taking control while using him however you like to your every desire

warning mdni, smut, teasing, orgasm denial, nipple play (m), p in v, handjob, unprotected sex, dom x sub relationship

wc 1.2k

a/n he is such a mess !! i loved this req whewww (listen to fit by d.o while reading oml such a lit experience)

riku stirred beneath the sheets, a soft gasp slipping from his throat when he felt the slow, deliberate drag of a warm palm wrapped around his cock. his eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, only to find you nestled between his legs, stroking him with measured, teasing pulls.

"b-baby… what are—" his voice cracked, still thick with grogginess. you pressed a finger to his lips. "good morning, riku," you whispered, leaning in until your mouth brushed his. "just relax, mhm?"

those words alone made his fingers twist into the sheets, knuckles whitening. you climbed over him, straddling his hips while your hand kept its torturously slow rhythm. his thighs trembled. sweat beaded at his temples. every lazy stroke pulled another shaky whine from his chest.

his hand twitched upward, reaching for your hip. you caught his wrist before he could touch you. "no. don’t touch me. if you do, i’ll stop." riku’s hand dropped instantly, obedient despite the desperate twitch of his cock in your grip. you pressed your thumb against the leaking tip, smearing precum, and he moaned—raw, needy. "ngh… faster…"

you ignored him. your pace stayed maddeningly slow, letting rings of slick gather around his base and across your palm. "you like it?" you murmured. he nodded frantically, biting his lip, hips twitching but never daring to thrust.

just when his breathing turned ragged and his stomach tightened, you pulled your hand away completely. riku gasped, hips jerking upward into empty air, orgasm stolen. his cock throbbed, flushed dark and leaking steadily onto his stomach, "please… i need you," he begged, voice hoarse with frustration.

you shifted forward, settling your damp panties directly against his aching length. the sudden heat made him groan, eyes snapping wide with renewed hunger. sleep was gone, only raw lust remained.

your lips found his again, slow and deep, while your hands slipped beneath his shirt. fingers found his nipples, pinching and rolling until his back arched. your tongue pushed past his lips; he sucked on your lower lip with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room.

riku’s hips rolled upward instinctively, grinding his cock against your soaked panties. you hissed sharply and pulled back. "didn’t i tell you to move at my pace?" his eyes darted away, chest heaving. "i’m sorry…" your gaze darkened. "must you be this disobedient?"

riku lay sprawled across the mattress, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths. every muscle in his body coiled tight, tendons straining beneath sweat slick skin as he fought the desperate hunger that made his fingers twitch against the sheets.

his eyes were blown wide, fixed on the figure above him, tracking every shift of weight, every subtle movement. his control held barely for a long, trembling moment. then it snapped. his hand jerked upward, fingers reaching with blind, greedy need.

you clicked your tongue against your teeth—a sharp, dismissive sound that cut through the heavy air like a blade.

riku flinched as though struck. his hand froze mid-air, suspended between his desperation and the sudden, cold authority that radiated from you. the atmosphere shifted in an instant, the heat of the moment replaced by something glacial. you straightened, shifting your weight as though preparing to rise, to pull away, to end this session entirely.

panic flooded his face. "no, please." the words ushered out raw and unsteady. "baby— i'll behave, i need you so bad, please!" his hand snatched back, pressing flat against the mattress with deliberate force, fingers splayed wide as if pinning himself in place. "i' ll behave. i promise. i promise—please."

you paused, letting the silence stretch, letting him feel the weight of your consideration. your gaze fixated slowly down his body—over the sheen of sweat that highlighted the defined planes of his chest, the tremor in his abdomen, and finally to where his cock strained, flushed and thick, desperate for attention.

he whimpered under the scrutiny, his hips twitching involuntarily against the mattress. "what are you exactly begging for?" the question came out cruelly sweet, honeyed and sharp at once.

you reached out, and the pad of your thumb brushed lightly against his cheek; a gesture almost tender, almost kind. he turned his face into the touch like a man starving for contact, his breath catching audibly, "i want to cum." his voice cracked on the admission, barely above a whisper. "i want you to make me cum…"

a slow smile curved your lips. "good boys say please… don't they?" something in riku shattered. "please— please, i beg you!" the words spilled out desperate and wrecked, his whole body arching slightly off the mattress.

the stern mask you wore softened, the cold dominance giving way to something warmer, deeper. your expression shifted into affection as you murmured, "oh my boy, how I love you.."

then you leaned down and kissed him; deep and consuming, your mouth claiming his with a hunger that matched his own. he groaned into the kiss, his lips parting eagerly beneath yours, his tongue seeking and desperate. you kissed him until he was breathless, until his fingers curled uselessly into the sheets and his hips rolled with need.

when you pulled back, your hand hooked into the delicate waistband of your lace panties, tugging them down with a single, deliberate motion. the fabric slid over your thighs, and you discarded them somewhere beyond the edge of the mattress without a glance.

you wrapped your hand around him, and the sound he made was broken and beautiful. your grip was firm, your stroke slow—agonizingly slow as you worked him from base to tip. his head fell back against the mattress, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat as his hips bucked upward into your fist.

"ah—fuck—" the words came out shattered, breathless.

you held him steady with your free hand pressing against his hip, pinning him to the mattress as you continued to stroke him, setting a rhythm that was just slow enough to drive him mad. his thighs trembled, his fists clenching with the effort of not thrusting up into your grip.

then your hand left him, and he made a sound of pure loss—a whimper that would have been embarrassing if he'd had any dignity left to lose. but you were already shifting, positioning yourself above him, and the sight of you, poised and ready—made his breath stutter.

you sank down slowly. inch by inch, your body took him in, the tight, wet heat of you enveloping him in waves of overwhelming sensation. riku's jaw clenched hard, pulling out a guttrual groan from his throat.

"god—" he choked out, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. "oh god, you feel—"

he couldn't finish the sentence. the words dissolved into a broken groan as you took him fully, your body sheathing him completely. the tight grip of you milked him instantly, pleasure crashing through him in relentless waves that made his vision blur and his thighs shake.

his hands tightened on your hips, not guiding, just holding on—desperately. his chest heaved, each breath a ragged, shattered thing, and when he finally opened his eyes to look up at you, they were glassy with tears of pure, overwhelming sensation.

"please," he whispered again, the word a prayer on his lips. "please move. i need—i need you to move." you pressed down on his shoulders with your palm, "that depends on how obedient you are." a cruel curve settled on the edge of your lips.

𑣲. masterlist

[naejinsu]

BEGINNERS LUCK ⋮ ⌗ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

𓏵 ⌞ 김운학 x f!reader, smut, 1.0k ⌝ ∘∘∘ est. relationship, dom!woonhak, hair pulling 

𓏵 teasing woonhak about how he’s a virgin is all fun and games until he turns out to be better than you could ever imagine *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 

ナナ’s ⦂ thank you anon for requesting ♡ i have so many woonhak reqs rn, i’ll try and finish them asap 🫶

“but y/n, you know woonhak’s a virgin, right?” jaehyun chuckles, nudging woonhak with his shoulder. 

you’re sitting in the living room of the dorm, surrounded by your boyfriend and his friends, discussing your relationship with the youngest. 

you caught woonhak’s ears growing red, the blood rushing to his face. “shut up! it doesn’t matter.” he folds his arms, slouching into the sofa with a pout on his face. the rest start chattering, roaring about how woonhak hasn’t lost his virginity yet, pointing and laughing. “you’re such a baby, woonagi!” riwoo coos, squishing the boy’s cheeks before woonhak flung his head away from his grasp, hiding in your shoulder. 

“just be quiet! it’s none of you guys' business, anyway.” woonhak whined, bottom-lip jutting out even more now. you found it cute how ashamed he was of still being a virgin. it was definitely something you were gonna bring up later. once you all had dinner, the guys decided to go back to their respective rooms. and that was the perfect time to tease your boyfriend about his sex life. 

“woon, you’re really a virgin?” you plopped yourself down on his bed, sitting beside him. 

he hunched his shoulders, posture folding in. “yeah,” you saw his adam’s apple bob up and down, gulping in nervousness. “but it doesn’t matter anyway…” he brushed off the topic as quickly as he could, going straight to laying down on his side. 

you copied his movement, wrapping yourself over his body, carding your fingers through his hair. “you’re that embarrassed?” your voice purred, weaving through the shell of his ear. “it’s okay if you can’t make me feel good, hak. everyone starts somewhere.” 

“baby, stop! that’s so mean.” he let out a quiet ‘hmph’ after, making you laugh. 

for the rest of the night, you continued your annoying antics, pestering woonhak. it was going fine until he decided that he had enough. 

more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

“you’re a big a loser, woonie.” you kissed him, giggling into the plush of his cheek. “i can’t believe you never got laid before.” 

suddenly, as if it were an impulse, he turned around, facing you. “you’re so annoying,” he huffed, hand gripping on your waist tightly. “take your shorts off.” woonhak sat up properly, waiting for you to comply. 

“w-what?” you found yourself completely frozen, surprised by his rashness. 

he clicked his tongue in annoyance, letting out a heavy breath. “you heard me, y/n.” he raised an eyebrow, tugging at your pants. “take them off, baby. since you wanna keep talking about me being a virgin, i’ll shut you up.” 

now you were sitting half naked on your boyfriend’s bed, unable to even look up. 

“you’re silent now, hm? what happened to all that confidence?” heat rushed to your cheek. not only because you were embarrassed from how easily you submitted to him, but also because you could feel yourself leaking onto his bedsheets already. “so obedient for me.” his hand took your face in one strong grasp. “bend over.” and so you did – getting on all fours on his bed. 

behind you, you could hear him slipping his sweats off, freeing himself with a low groan. he slowly slipped his cock into you, and this was the moment where you realized you messed up. feeling him reach deeper into your cunt than anything could, the way he fully fit you, the way you could cum at a single movement. 

“mmph! fuck,” you cried, squeezing around him. “it’s so much, woon.” he started to thrust in an out of your already soaking hole, drawing yelps out of you. 

“i’m still a loser?” he mocked how cocky you had previously been, slapping your ass while he rammed into your pussy. 

you quickly shook your head. “n-no, ngh! no, you’re so good. feels so good, woonhak.” you softly sobbed into his pillow, shovelling your face in an attempt to muffle your noise. “i’m close, so close.” 

but woonhak pulled your hair, yanking your head back up. “let them hear who’s making you feel good, princess.” he sped up his pace, digging his cock into you harder and faster, hitting your stomach. 

“woonhak, please! you’re so big, i’m gonna cum, woon.” you mewled, tears brimming your eyes. “baby, please. let me cum” 

“so fuckin’ tight around me.” he grunted, nails clawing into the side of your hips. “gonna cum on my dick? can’t take it anymore, can you?” 

“mngh- please, please, please. wanna cum so bad, woon.” your vision went blurry, gasping for air as you held your climax in. 

“where do you want me?” he furrowed his brows, voice breathy. 

you started getting impatient from how much you wanted to release, quiet whimpers. “just cum in me, i’ll take a pill.” 

his cum filled you as he kept pumping in and out of you, loading you with his warmth that was dripping onto your thighs and onto his bed. once he pulled out, you collapsed onto the mattress, limbs sprawled out. 

“so, how was i?” woonhak chuckled, easily dropping beside you like he hadn’t just fucked you like he’d been doing it as a job for years. 

“...are you really a virgin?” you wiped the sweat off your forehead, panting for air. “everything hurts, woon.” 

he managed to laugh at your soreness, but still pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on your lips. “you’re so cute. can’t even believe you got fucked that good?” 

before you could answer, knocks from outside woonhak’s door came, widening both you and woonhak’s eyes. 

“are you two done?” you could recognize riwoo’s, slightly traumatized, voice from through the door. “uhh… if you aren’t, maybe keep it down a bit? thanks.” 

well shit. you were drenched in sweat, made a mess on the bed, and the guys knew all about it.

[corysclub]

hover 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧ kim leehan mini

pairing : leehan x fem!reader synopsis : sitting on leehan's face ! warning : face sitting, oral (f receiving), praise, leehan's not rlly a sub in this but he isn't really a dom either.... everything written is consensual and between two adults lower case intended !! minors do not interact !!

you bit down on your bottom lip as leehan licked his tongue between your folds, closing his eyes as you bucked your hips– back arching as the warmth of his mouth lapped against your wet cunt.

“shh-shit, leehan,” you breathed, legs clenching around his head. “just like that, baby…”

your moans were fuel enough to make him ignore the ache in his jaw, focusing on how your entrance clenched around his tongue with need. he caressed your clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive bud until you were squirming in place.

he looked up at you, his glossy, wide eyes making your heart thump inside your chest. you struggled to catch your breath, fingers loosely clinging to the sheets below you.

you managed a whine as you felt leehan pull away, the suddenness of the cool air against your dripping pussy made a shiver run up your spine. leehan rubbed his large hand up and down your thigh as you furrowed your brow at him.

“sit on my face?” leehan asked, stunning you momentarily. the two of you had tried plenty of things inside the bedroom, from handcuffs to a sensual pair of dice, but leehan had never brought up the idea of you sitting on his face.

you gulped, nodding silently as you sat up and allowed leehan to lie down on the bed. biting your lip nervously, you wondered what exactly face-sitting would feel like. obviously, you knew what oral was like, but the addition of feeling leehan’s nose fully against your cunt? the thought made you wetter than you already were.

the anxious part of you wondered if leehan could handle you sitting on his face. if the feeling of having another person on top of him would be more than he could handle– if it were, then it’d be fine. you wouldn’t be angry towards him, of course…but you hated even the thought of making your partner uncomfortable.

“please?” leehan’s desperate words dragged you out of your thoughts as he looked towards you with excitement. you nodded, giggling at how excited he was to try out something new. 

positioning yourself was, admittedly, a bit awkward. a lot of “is this alright?” and “are you sure?”‘s later, and you were doing it. 

or, so you thought.

leehan’s eyebrows knit with frustration as he found that, without you fully sitting on top of his mouth, he had to crane his neck upwards uncomfortably. “don’t hover,” leehan whined, reaching up and placing his long hands on your hips. you looked down, making eye contact with your boyfriend– “are you-”

“yes, i’m sure. don’t hover.” he was firm in his decision, as confirmed by him pulling you down and making you gasp out as his tongue reconnected with your cunt. you squirmed, finding that leehan’s grip on you was tight, limiting your range of motion.

not that you were really complaining.

leehan’s eyes fluttered shut as he made out with your wetness, coating his face in your mess and using his nose to push against your clit. you let out a soft moan, the feeling of leehan’s nose against you to die for.

experimentally, you rolled your hips forward, whimpering as you felt leehan’s nose poke into your clit once again. you bit your lip, continuing to roll our hips over and over in pursuit of an orgasm.

it didn’t take much, between leehan’s tongue making your legs shake and the stimulation you got from riding his face. the sensation was overwhelming; you could feel your cunt throbbing against his tongue as he slid between your folds, lost in the taste of your skin and need. leehan’s tongue was thick, making you crane your head back in bliss as your back arched into the stimulation– it was no surprise you came without warning. a blinding flash of heat and pleasure crashing over your body, your cum leaking out of your hole and onto leehan’s tongue. 

he lapped at your orgasm as if it were icing, both desperate and determined not to waste a single drop. only letting his grip loosen once he was satisfied with his work.

you collapsed to the side of your partner, chest rising and falling rapidly as your breathing caught up with your heart rate.“we’re totally doing that again.” you breathed, forehead damp with sweat. leehan nodded, drunk off your juices– “yes, ma’am.”

a/n : i miss my munch

[kambun]

I AM WIDE AWAKE AND VERY KAMDEN PILLED 👁👁. i've been thinking about getting a piercing myself and... KAMDEN WITH A PRINCE ALBERT PIERCING? OH I BET HE'D PUT IT TO A GOOD USE.

im not gonna lie i have never had opinions about genital piercings but after doing some research…..good lord with the way kamden knows how to move his hips already the way the piercing would rub up against all the right spots inside you 🥴🥴🥴 gonna be the best sex you’ve ever had omfg

[yxxs4ng]

omg you’re right 👀👀👀

[pineappleonmyburger]

| pairing: jaehyun (bnd) x reader

| genre: smut

| CW: semi-public sex, risky sex, teasing, pet names (baby, jagi, princess), clit play, nipple play, jaehyun is a bit needy, foreplay, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected pinv (no no), dirty talk, jae cums inside, multiple orgasms.

| word count: 1,578

| synopsis: late night, a hotel pool, and your bf who just can’t keep his hands to himself….no matter who may be around

| note: based on this ask, thanks for the request, babes <3

alexa play swim by bts

“Myung Jaehyun, you’re so dead!” You yelp, face suddenly covered in water droplets, hair soaked from the giant splash. “What are you, 12?!” 

“Awhhh, poor baby.” He chuckles, swimming leisurely back towards you after moving away quickly after covering you with pool water. You huff, fake pouting, and crossing your arms, turning away from him. 

“You’re mean.” You continue sulking, hearing him wade through the water until he gets to you, wrapping his strong arms around your abdomen from behind. He presses his body against you, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry, jagi.” He whispers into your ear, the heat of his breath sending chills down your spine. He places the first kiss on your shoulder, halfway innocent, but as his lips trail up your neck, the innocence disappears. They start soft, but he quickly recognizes your breath quickening, making him up the ante. His teeth nip at your sensitive skin, mouth suctioning around the already-red areas. He presses his body into you further, his hard cock pressing into your ass from behind. 

“Hyun..” You let out a hushed moan, his arms around you tight, grazing your soft skin. “Baby, we’re in the middle of a public hotel pool, just to remind you.” You continue with a giggle, trying to be level-headed, but as his hands continue to wander, as well as his lips, you begin not even to care where you are. “Anyone…could see.” You mumble between whimpers.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” He whispers, hands palming your breasts. It was beyond late, nearing one a.m., so the likelihood of someone venturing down to the pool is slim, but you never know. The thought excites you more than you’d like to admit, knowing that anyone could walk past the doors to the outdoor pool and see your boyfriend making you fall apart on his dick, wishing they were getting fucked that good. 

His right hand trails down under the water, reaching the waistline of your bikini bottoms, tracing the skin just underneath, and you shudder, your head leaning back, resting against his. You push your hips back into his, feeling his length hard as a rock against you.

“C’mon, princess, let me make you feel good.” He begs with a smirk, fingers traveling lower. “And if someone sees, let them. Let them see how you tremble beneath my fingers….my tongue….my cock.” He groans, grinding his clothed dick into your backside. Two fingers press against your clit, and you suck in a breath as they begin to slowly circle your sensitive nub, water splashing softly as his arm moves.

“J-Jaehyun, please.”  You whine, his fingers pressing harder into you, picking up the pace. His left hand continues to knead your breasts, going back and forth between the two, giving them equal attention. He rolls your nipples between the pads of his fingers, making you yelp, even over the cloth of your bikini top. The knot in your stomach begins to grow, his fingers continuing to send pleasure bolting throughout your body. 

Then suddenly, and painfully, his every movement ceases. Before you can question it, his strong arms spin you, picking you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. His hands steady you, one gripping your waist, the other trailing up to your hair as he pulls you in, lips crashing into yours with great power. As the kisses intensify, Jaeyhyun moves toward the edge of the pool, your back hitting the rough corner.

 He lifts you with ease, your ass on the border of the inground pool wall. He uses his body to spread your legs, his right hand resting on your abdomen, giving you a light push, signaling for you to lie back. You do as he requests, the cool concrete uneven and coarse against your skin. His hands stroke the delicate skin of your legs, squeezing lightly the closer he gets to your core. He leans down, placing hot, wet kisses on your inner thigh, making you whine. 

“So fucking pretty, baby.” He groans against your skin before placing a solid kiss directly onto your wet, clothed pussy. You shudder, body squirming under his touch, needing more. He moves your thin bikini bottoms to the side, taking a moment to admire your cunt, running a finger through your wet folds.

“Look at you, so ready for me, aren’t you, princess?” He teases, gathering your slick on his fingers, toying with you. He leans back down, kissing all around your cunt, wanting to worship you, but you’re losing your patience. You grip his hair, tugging, desperate for more.

“Babyyyy.” You whimper, but before you can say anything further, his mouth is on you. His tongue moves slowly and meticulously, making sure you feel every inch of him. Your back arches against the concrete, yanking on his hair, pushing him further into you. A door to the hotel wavers from the wind, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Relax, jagi. No one’s coming down here at this hour.” He lifts off of you just for a moment to speak, but this time, when his tongue is back on you, he’s eating you alive. His mouth suctions over your throbbing clit, making you wail from the extreme pleasure. His skilled tongue circles quickly, taking a break every once in a while to toy with your entrance. You can feel yourself about to explode, grasping at his hair even harder as your breath quickens, body close to falling apart.

“I-I’m g’na cum.” You whine, barely able to get your words out before your entire body seizes, his tongue still devouring you as you shake underneath him. You clamp your hand over your mouth, muffling your dramatic moans. His grip on your thighs tightens as you try to clamp them shut, overwhelmed with bliss as his mouth stays on you through your orgasm. 

“Hyun, I need you.” You moan, and he hums against your cunt, causing your hips to buck against him, and you can feel him smirk against you. He lifts off of you, kissing your thigh gently as he backs away. He pulls you forward, lifting you once again, and you curl around him, stealing breathless kisses as he brings you to the more shallow end of the pool, only his thighs and below now submerged in water. He holds you against the rough wall, but you’re too far gone, drunk on him to even care how the edge digs into your back. 

He wastes no time, tugging down his trunks just far enough for his hard, angry cock to spring outwards. His strong arms secure underneath you, hands planted on your ass. He pulls your bottoms to the side once again, aligning his shaft with your pulsing hole. He grinds himself into you, the head of his length traveling through your folds, collecting your arousal. You whine, silently begging him to go further.

He shoves into you with one sudden movement, making you cry out, his cock hitting deep inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot immediately the moment he enters you. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t give you a moment to adjust; rather, he fucks into you fast and hard. Your mind is reeling, not able to do anything but moan, not even caring enough to cover your mouth. 

“So fucking tight, so warm, fuck. Every damn time.” He groans through the sounds of water splashing and skin slapping. If anyone came down to get a breath of fresh air out by the pool, you’d be so screwed. You can already feel the knot expanding in your stomach again, embarrassingly quickly. Your body moves with his thrusts as he pummels into you harshly. He places messy kisses anywhere he can reach, his wet mouth all over you. 

“J-Jae.” You stutter, both of you desperately grasping at each other, anywhere that you can. His head rests in the crook of your neck, stunned from pleasure, just as much as you. His pace falters, your cunt fluttering around him, close to coming undone.

“Let go, princess. I can feel you clenching around me, wanna see you fall apart around my cock.” He whispers into your ear, his words sending you over the edge. Your thighs tremble, and your moans uncontrollable as your high washes over you. Your boyfriend’s orgasm quickly follows yours, not holding back his moans, only making your pleasure heighten. His warm seed floods your cunt, coating your walls, and he continues fucking you both through it, pushing his cum deeper inside of you.

“Shit, baby.” You giggle, his length still buried inside of you, movements stilled. You try to lean back, ready to climb off of him and return to your suite. 

“No, no, wait. I just wanna stay like this for a minute.” He pleads, your loving boyfriend, always wanting to be as close as possible. He nuzzles into your neck, placing sweet kisses on your neck. 

“Okay, hyunnie.” You chuckle at his adorableness, his charming personality making you swoon almost constantly. You stay like that for a few minutes, until the sound of a door opening nearly scares the daylights out of you both. The hotel’s security stops just outside the door, taking a look around with his flashlight, giving the two of you a quick wave before turning around and walking leisurely inside. 

“I think I just had a heart attack,” Jaehyun admits with a laugh, a deep grin spreading across his face.

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[enemyjoo]

still take you home

bestfriend!gaon x inexperienced!reader

warnings: jiseok is a cocky lil shit, oral, pnv, fem reader, a bit of degradation & dacryphilia, praise, dom!gaon, more banter, soo angsty, etc.

3.1k word count

see part 1 here

a week has passed since your… first lessons. you went on that date with your crush, and it went well but you couldn’t lie to yourself, you missed your best friend. after that night, you guys both kind of just stopped texting each other. both of you were unsure why, but subconsciously, you knew it would be awkward. you plan to meet up at his place like you always do, just to hang, even this conversation on the phone felt so gauche.

alas you find yourself on his bed, this time fully clothed, discussing your date with him as if he wasn’t just 2 fingers deep in you a week ago. “so… did you guys go far? or did you chicken out?” he nudges your side after asking. “hmm we did go back to his place and he ate me out.” you say as nonchalantly as possible. if you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t wait to get to this part of the story just to see how jiseok would react. there’s a pregnant pause before he breathes in and answers, “oh yeah? how was that? did he also finger you?”

the air is insanely thick in his familiar bedroom; you could slice this tension with a knife. you look him in the eyes and reply, “he did yeah, it was nice” keeping it as simple as possible. “nice? hm i highly doubt he’s as good as me though.” “what makes you say that?” you expected this to happen, jiseok has always been a bit competitive, so it’s not surprising he’d be turning this into a one-sided competition. “cause there’s no way he can eat you out better than i can. he definitely doesn’t have as skilled fingers as i do either.” he starts to move closer to you to the point where his face is almost on yours without breaking eye contact. “oh really? prove it.”

jiseok didn’t really mean to be as aggressive as he’s being; he’s usually a pretty chill guy. he just really couldn’t help himself as he pushed you down on his mattress and crawled on top of you. not even kissing your lips first, just started hungrily attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses. this garnered a yelp from you as he responded, “you’re crazy if you think he can get the same sounds out of you. he can’t make you feel as good as i can, ain’t no way” he’s down to your open décolleté at this point with his hands roughly going up your shirt. his soft yet calloused fingers toying with the hem of your top before removing it and throwing it on the ground. “i’m in charge this time, okay?” you really didn’t know how to answer, there’s never really been any power dynamics between you two but letting jiseok have full control over you sounded pretty wonderful at this moment.

jiseok wasn’t sure what possessed him; he really couldn’t help it. you’re usually very smart and level-headed but he couldn’t believe you actually went and almost slept with that guy. he couldn’t please you the way he could, he doesn’t know what you like and don’t like, the ins and outs of your psyche. you’re each other's other half; this is how it should’ve always ended up. with you two entangled in every aspect of each other's lives. "there's so much i wanted to tell you these past couple of days, but i couldn't bring myself to." he says in between the kisses he's leaving all over your body. "you're such a buffon." he pauses his kiss fest then almost yells "i'm literally about to eat you out and you're calling me a buffon??" "yeah you buffon! why didn't you reach out when it was so obvious something was.. i don't even know what it was, but there's so much to say, and you didn't even try." a prolonged silence precedes this interaction as he lifts his face up from your body.

"the phone works both ways, you know, and i don't know i was scared, i guess." jiseok's face is now close to yours with his eyes showing nothing but sincerity. "scared? we're best friends, why would you be sca-" "that's exactly why i'm terrified. i don't want this to ruin what we have… but i really can't go back to how things were" you really weren't sure how to respond, because you felt the exact same way. this past week you spent trying to distract yourself from how you felt about all of this. it was far too confusing and headache-inducing. if you were being honest with yourself, you were already over that crush, but still went on the date to see if you could get over how you felt about your best friend. it was unsuccessful. you spent the entire time thinking about him instead. what his skilled fingers felt like inside you, and what his wide tongue would feel like between your folds.

there's so much uncertainty, do you you wanna do gross domestic things with him? hold his hand and watch corny old horror films together? one thing you know for sure was that you always want him in your life. "maybe we shouldn't be scared… just let things flow naturally and see where it goes. i dont wanna lose you." you interlocked hands with him and kissed his cheek. this is so odd, but you didn't mind it. neither did he. "yeah.. i suppose that's the best thing to do." jiseok's mind is moving a thousand miles a minute. why are his cheeks so red from just holding your hands? his train of thought was soon cut off by you saying "right, so… you can continue, you know, with the task at hand." while looking down at your bottom half. "i can't stand you." he laughs as he lets go of your hands and grabs your hips. "you want me soooo bad." "i do, yes." your best friend kisses you before moving to the edge of the bed and getting on his knees. "honestly, half of this past week has been spent thinking about what you'd taste like. the sample i had last time was not enough at all." jiseok tells you as he swiftly removes your jeans. "you perv" he laughs at your response. "why are you acting like you weren't begging me to let you touch my dick. 'please let me help you ou-" you playfully smack the side of his head and reply "oh shut up! you know you're sooo hot when you shut the fuck up" he dramatically gasps at this and put his hand on your clothed cunt, causing you to yelp in response. "you want me to shut up? when you almost came from just me calling you baby? yeah, sure, my love" you see all playfulness leave his big sparkly eyes as he positions his head.

the tension in the room never left, it was different now, though. before your mind could even start wandering, you feel your underwear being removed, and jiseok heads straight to his task. at first, the unfamiliar sensation felt odd, but quickly became enjoyable as he continued to lap at your folds hungrily. not only was he good with his fingers, but with his mouth too. you wondered what else he's good with, and how quickly you can find out. he finds your sensitive bud easily and starts inserting a finger into you despite you already being a moaning mess from just his tongue.

jiseok is honestly in a headspace where all he can think about is how good he can make you feel, for selfish purposes, but also because he really wants to please you. another finger is added before you can even get used to the first. at this point, you couldn't speak even if you wanted to. you grab jiseok's hair for some kind of stability. this garners a moan from him and changes his pace to a faster one. he doesn't lift his head once, even as you reach your climax, too busy wanting to give you the best head he could. considering you were a blubbering mess by the end of it, he knows he did a decent job.

"are you alright?" the whole lower half of his face is shiny, covered in you, with his big eyes looking up at you. he looked so fucking cute. "mhm" is all you can muster to answer, and he chuckles at how fucked out you are, you're just getting started. "are you sure? we can end it right here if you like". you shake your head vigorously in response as he laughs once again at you. "let me, let me suck you off" you croak. he froze at your words, jiseok couldn't believe his ears. his innocent best friend wants to suck him off... he couldn't lie, the mental image of you with his dick in your mouth had him hard almost immediately. standing up, he grabs your hands to pull your upper half up. "are you 100% sure you're ready for that?" honestly you wish he'd go back to being a little mean like he was earlier, it's more exciting. "yes. yes i'm totally sure. and, you don't have to be so gentle with me, okay? i kinda like mean ji" you're holding his forearms as he stands in front of you. "oh, you like that huh? okay, i can be a little mean"

his demeanor changes almost instantaneously as he grabs your face to give you a rough kiss. “get on your knees baby.” you two change positions so he’s seated and you’re the one on your knees. the obvious bulge in his sweats gets bigger as you slowly palm him and jiseok groans as he says “i know you’re being a good student and following what i taught you but, i need you to skip all that and put my dick in your mouth immediately.” his words are rash but you immediately felt their effects going straight to your heat. following his instructions you quickly remove his sweats to find out he’s more wearing any boxers “you’re a slut” you chuckle up at him as his length springs free. “just for you, my love” he smiles back as he makes dramatic kissy faces. his goofy actions are soon replaced with loud moans as you leaves kisses on his upper thighs trailing up to his shaft.

you can’t lie to yourself, this is definitely a little scary. what if you gag? what if you’re ass at giving head? oh my god… what if you’re ass at sucking dick??? you barely have enough time to continue spiraling before you find yourself kissing his tip, garnering a cute whine from him. “remember what i told you baby, just focus on the one area, okay?” jiseok can see that you’re a bit nervous as you hesitate to continue. you decide to just go for it and gently put his tip in your mouth swirling your tongue on it. “fuuuuuck, yeah that’s good” you take these words of encouragement and start to go to his shaft with the same motion. jiseok could barely keep his eyes open from the pleasure but needed to see this beautiful sight, most beautiful girl he’s ever met currently on her knees for him.

“you’re a natural, jesus christ” he exclaims as you start bobbing up and down his shaft. you begin to gag as you reach his balls, and this sends jiseok’s mind into a frenzy “come on, baby, keep going, lemme help you.” he grabs the back of your head and starts moving your head for you, causing you to gag even more. he couldn’t lie; this was turning him on a little too much. watching tears start to form in your eyes was really the icing on the cake. you felt dirty; but the feeling of your mouth being used for jiseok’s pleasure had you on cloud nine. a couple of minutes after jiseok reached his breaking point and jutted himself into your mouth, “you don’t have to swallow, it’s alright,” he tries to get himself out of the headspace he was just in to reassure you. however, you take this as a challenge and keep him in your mouth as he releases, letting the salty sticky mess fill your mouth. you try to keep as much in your mouth as you swallow, but some leaks from the sides of your lips, a sight that jiseok is trying his absolute best to keep a capture in his mind so he can remember it forever.

as you swallow, he lifts you up by your shoulders to kiss you, tasting himself on you; you were right, he is salty. he laughs at his own thoughts as you responded with a confused “hm?” he shakes his head and says “nothing, this is all kinda crazy, isn’t it? i never really thought we would end up like… this. plus, you were right i am salty” you can’t help but laugh at him as you respond “i told you! but, yeah me neither. i haven’t told anyone yet, i just know everyone is gonna be like ‘i told you so!’ it’s gonna be so annoying” you look down at the hem of his shirt that’s still on and start playing with the hem. “maybe we can turn it into a game, see whoever clocks us the fastest wins, my guess is gunil.” “yeah it’ll definitely be gunil.”

the tension in the air is completely gone, with the air only being thick due to the light layer of sweat on the both of you. “i’m ready, i wanna go all the way.” jiseok’s eyebrows raise as he answers “are you sure? like really really sure?” he cups your face with his hands so you’re looking into his eyes instead of the hem of his shirt. “yes, i wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.” he smiles in response and kisses your cheek. he briskly goes to his night table to grab a condom and you take this moment to finally lift his shirt off, he then takes yours off too. the two of you end up passionately kissing for a couple of minutes before jiseok unclasps your bra and stops the kiss so he can see all of you. “you’re too beautiful.”

before he got too corny, you kiss him again in response and start to leave kisses down his jaw and neck. he pushes you off of him and scolds you, “tsk, you don’t remember me saying i was in charge?” as he grabs your waist to move you so you’re lying down. jiseok couldn’t lie to himself; he knew from last week that he was falling in love with his best friend. there was always an abundance of love in your friendship, of course, but he's never been in love with you. a portal was open the moment you two locked lips, and he cannot close it no matter how hard he tries. he is most definitely no longer thinking with his dick. as he aligns himself with your heat he steadily starts to insert his tip, never breaking eye contact. you looked so stunning like this, ready and waiting for him to fill you up.

“are you comfortable? can you handle more?” he looks at you with such worry, he’s so so cute. “bro you literally only have the tip in” you respond to his worries, trying to stop yourself from cooing at how cute he’s being. jiseok’s face scrunches up in disgust “please don’t call me bro when i’m inside you, oh my god.” you chuckle at his expression and grab his face “yes, please, i can handle more.” with this, he pushed himself a little faster into you until most of his length is in you. okay, you were finally understanding what the fuss was all about… this felt sensational. slightly painful with you needing a second to adjust to ji’s thickness, but overall feeling so pleasurable. you weren’t aware of the effect you were having on jiseok as you loudly moaned into his ear with no regard to his neighbors, sounding so pretty and needy.

he finally bottoms out. in you stay there for a minute, waiting for you to adjust. you had no clue where to put your hands so you grabbed his shoulders and told him “okay… start moving” he laughs at your neediness but follows suit and starts to thrust into you. “we’re like two smaller nuclei merging into one nucleus, you know” “that’s so interesting babe but can we focus on you fucking me” his thrusts become faster and harsher but continues to speak “us two are like atoms you know, indestructible.” “is this your dirty talk? you nerd, call me a slut or something!” he lifts your leg for a better angle “i’m trying to distract myself so i don’t cum embarrassingly early.” you stare at him in disbelief then try not to laugh at his words “it’s okay i was probably about to cum too if you didn’t continue on your atom talk, dalton.” you both laugh at each other then jiseok grabs your lifted leg and put his other hand on your waist as he continues fucking into you, this time with much more force. you wince from the sudden movement, but that quickly turns to whines and soft moans. he moves his face close to you, and you try to kiss his lips, but at this point, you’re both just moaning into each other's mouths.

his hand that was on your waist found its way to your cunt and he started to rub your sensitive bud. this sends you into a frenzy, at this point you’re incoherently trying to tell him how good it feels as he coos at you “i know baby, i know. come on, cum for me.” with this you’re unraveling with him still rutting into you, soon after he quickly takes himself out of you so he can release into the condom that’s now filled. you’re both sweating as he lies right next to you, and you slowly start to drift to slumber.

your eyes shot open after what felt like an eternity, noticing you’re all cleaned up and wearing jiseok’s tee and sweatpants. you see him sitting next to you on his phone with a glass of water in his other hand. “how long was i out?” you yawned, and he answered, “not too long, maybe half hour.” you two smiled at each other as you took the glass of water in his hand, taking large gulps. the two of you both knew some serious conversations were about to be had in the morning, but one thing was certain, you’re never not gonna be in each other's lives. “let’s go to bed, yeah?” he asked softly as he grabbed the now empty glass, putting it on the night table. you nod in response and he lies down next to you, grabbing your waist and cuddling into you.

an: hello everyone ! here is part two as promised.

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ ! i’m lowkey emotionally attached to bff!gaon now like i’m gonna miss writing him 😔😔 thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part and i hope this fulfills what was left unsettled in the first part. ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

love,

elle

[enemyjoo]

the view from the afternoon

bestfriend!gaon x inexperienced!reader

warnings: best friends to something more (?), reader is clueless at first, female reader, hand stuff, praise, jiseok is a sneaky lil thing, kinda goofy at some parts, i swear i’m a comedian, smut with plot etc.

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jiseok is your best friend; you tell each other everything and understand each other more than anyone else. or at least he thought you told him everything, little did he know you've never gone all the way with any of your past relationships. due to this, you were freaking out before your 2nd date with your new crush. you really liked him and didn't want to scare him away with your virginness.

"wait.. seriously? you've never had sex before?" jiseok stared at you in disbelief. it's not that it was a bad thing but you were easily one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen in his life. "yeah i mean i guess i just never had the opportunity, i don't know, i never really felt comfortable enough with my past relationships" you kinda just shrugged it off even though it is starting to stress you out. with this it was like a light bulb appeared on his head like in a cartoon.

it's not like your best friend has been plotting on sleeping with you or anything but if the opportunity arises of teaching someone so beautiful what to do in bed.. he's gonna take it! he also has never seen you in a submissive role ever, you guys are both incredibly smart and if anything you're the one helping him out most of the time. so for the first time in your friendship, he is indeed thinking with his dick. “well, maybe i can teach you a thing or two before your date… i’ve never had any complaints”

“wouldn’t that be kinda awkward? i mean we’re best friends..” you looked up at him with hesitation, you’ve never really thought of your friend in that way- i mean he’s absolutely gorgeous and charming but he’s your bestie. jiseok moves a bit closer to you to say “well i feel like, wouldn’t it be less intimidating to start off with someone you’re comfortable with instead of someone you just met? if you don’t like the idea we can act like this conversation never happened.”

you do know everything about each other, and it would be much more comfortable to try some things with him instead of someone you just met a couple of weeks ago.

"okay" you looked at him with a much calmer demeanor and scooched over closer to him. "okay? are you sure?" he questioned your sudden change of heart. "yeah, i think you're right that it would be more comfortable for you to show me the ropes instead of me going in blindly to this date." with this response, a goofy grin grew on his face and he clapped "okay! let's start with basic positions, i will lay down and you will climb on top of me" he positions himself on the bed as you hesitantly followed suit.

"so.. is this okay?" you ask as you sit on his lap whilst he's laying down. he clears his throat and answers, "yes. yeah, that's perfect. so the best thing to do when you're still making out is to start grinding on him, this'll tell him you're interested in taking this to the next level." he holds on to your hips, and you follow his orders by slowly starting to grind on his lap. this garnered a bit of a muffled whimper from jiseok which surprised you. “what was that?" you ask trying to figure out if you heard correctly. “hm, uh.. nothing, what do you mean?" he clears his throat again, if he was being honest just from this simple movement, he was already starting to feel a rush of blood to his both heads.

“now when it comes to hands you kinda have to go with the flow, since you’re on top of me the best would be the chest or waist.” you put your hands on his chest then start to trace his lightly defined stomach before you grab his waist. you never noticed how prominent his chest is before or that it’s getting obvious that he’s been hitting the gym a lot more frequently lately.

suddenly you felt a wave of confidence and moved to his lap so you can pull him up, so you can practice other hand placements of course. in result causing jiseok to yelp in response “and from this angle, what are the best hand placements? here?” you ask as you grab the back of his neck. at this point jiseok’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, you barely started and he’s already feeling his pants tightening. “yeah that’s good or put your hands in his hair. if you’re riding him from this position using his shoulders for support is good too.”

then jiseok felt like it was his turn to be bold so he proceeds grabs your face and asks “is it okay if i kiss you?” you nod in response kinda taken aback by your usually goofy friend acting like this with you. “i need you to say yes, i need you to be one hundred percent sure about what we’re doing right now or else i have to stop” his voice is stern with your face still in his hand. “yes, i wanna do this” as soon as you respond his plump lips are on yours. you’ve had your fair share of kisses in the past but this one felt.. different.

the two of you have always been two peas in a pod, since you first met it was almost instantaneous that you became close friends. like a natural gravitational pull you’ve always found each other. throughout the years everyone from your friends and family have speculated the duo was a couple but you’ve always denied it. but judging from how passionately your best friend is kissing you right now, you’re starting to think maybe staying just friends after this might not be an option.

at this point, you forgot the task at hand as you two are entangled in each other's limbs with your hands playing in his brown locks. jiseok is the first to pull away, his cheeks a light pink and his lips swollen he tries to act professional “we should head into the next step, is it okay if i take your top off?” you give him a quick yes and grab his hands so they’re on the hem of your shirt, glad you did laundry recently so you’re wearing a cute matching set. definitely wasn’t expecting jiseok to be the one seeing it, but right now the thought of it is quite exhilarating.

jiseok's underwear genuinely felt like they were about to rip from the tension, and seeing you in this navy blue lace bra was not helping his case at all. of course, you’re not oblivious to his growing issue, so you decided to give him a helping hand. “can i help you out?” you point to his crotch as innocently as possible, considering you’re literally asking your best friend if he wants you to jerk him off. “are you sure?” “yeah, and you should take your shirt off too, it’s not fair i’m the only one half naked.” he chuckles at your response and slowly takes off his beloved green day dookie t-shirt. you were right, it is getting obvious that your usually scrawny friend is hitting the gym. with this newfound interest in figuring out what color the tip is, you press your hands onto his chest and give him a quick kiss.

your hands make their way down to the hem of his sweats, and he stops you. “start palming at it first, it adds to the build up." he remembered he still has to give you tips even though he might actually cum in his pants before you even see his dick. you start palming at him through his sweats, and you can feel the crazy tension, it must hurt, no? you’re about to ask him but decide not to, cause it might ruin the mood. jiseok can’t take it anymore; he’s tried his best to hold his moans in this whole time, but now he’s quietly moaning and groaning into your neck just from these simple movements.

“can i take them off now, please. i really wanna help you out” you move his head with your free hand off your shoulder and look him right in those giant brown eyes. he nods quickly not being able to respond because he knows if he opens his mouth it’ll just be whines. “mhm, i have to hear you say yes” you tell him in a mocking tone. he laughs after groaning, responding yes, and you slide his sweats off. it’s an interesting sight, your best friend's hard-on in his underwear, waiting for you to remove them so his swollen dick can be on full display. after a quick palming, you remove his briefs and are met with your new interest. it’s not too small, not too big, and his tip is indeed the same shade as his pretty lips.

it’s really hard for you to stop staring at it; it’s prettier than the ones you’ve seen on your phone screen when you require some extra help other than your imagination. “like what you see?” jiseok can’t help but smirk at how you're practically gawking at him. quite honestly you couldn’t help yourself, it was a beautiful sight. gorgeous boy, almost fully unclothed, his face flushed and a thin layer of sweat all over his body. “go ahead, touch it. you’re usually so confident, what happened to that borderline cocky personality you always have?” this is the usual dynamic you two always have, always teasing each other, never a dull moment. “i quite literally do not know how to touch it, which is why we got here in the first place, dumbass.” the both of you laugh at how silly this all is, then he grabs your hand and places it on his erection.

“there's tip guys, shaft guys, and balls guys, right.. depending on what kinda guy they are, you have to focus on that part of them. personally, i'm a shaft guy, so you should start at the tip, then mainly focus on the shaft.” it genuinely felt like he was speaking to you in a foreign language, but you just gently start to touch his now angrily red tip that’s already leaking with precum. from the noises coming from the receiving end, you’re assuming you're doing a good job, considering jiseok has officially let go of all shame and is moaning incredibly loudly with his shoulders relaxed and head resting on one of them. you're a bit worried about getting a complaint from the neighbors, but you had a much more important task at hand. “look at me, i want you to look me in the eyes when you cum”. with this remark, jiseok was gone, his cum gets all over your hand and his thighs.

an incredibly erotic picture.. you were enthralled. curiosity got the best of you as your friend slowly comes back from reality, you lick your hand to see what he tastes like. it’s salty but not unbearable. he opens his eyes to see you licking his cum from your hand like a cat licking its paw; he's not really sure how he didn't cum again right then and there.

after regaining consciousness he puts his hands on the button of your jeans “i have to know what you feel like now” his lips are back on yours as his fingers find their way onto your folds, feeling you through your panties. “you’re so soaked already, fuck” jiseok honestly couldn’t believe he didn’t do this earlier. he couldn’t lie to himself, there had been a handful of times when you wandered into his mind whilst he pleasured himself. sure, it made him feel perverted for thinking of his bestie like that but he couldn’t help it. times where you hung out around his apartment with tiny sleep shorts and his t-shirt, wondering how you would look and sound like if he slipped his length in you, as he uses his t-shirt you have on for support when he slams himself into you. you’re too beautiful, and he is just a guy.

now this, this was a wonderful sensation. you can’t say you’re the best at pleasuring yourself, but you get the job done. your best friend, on the other hand, clearly wasn’t lying when he said he hasn’t had any complaints. the sounds coming out of you were definitely pornographic and jiseok was basking in them. “wow baby, your sounds are so beautiful already.. can’t even imagine what you’re gonna sound like when my fingers are inside you” moaning in response to his cheeky remark you suddenly realized what he just called you. “baby?” he lifts your head off his shoulder to answer “yeah? i mean, it just sounded right in the moment, i don’t know” a sudden look of uncertainty paints his face. “hm i like it” he smiled wide in response “well baby, tell me to stop it if it’s too much okay?” responding to him with an impatient yes, you quite literally can’t wait to have his fingers inside you. he slips into your folds and starts rubbing at your clit with what you can only guess is the perfect pressure.

“baby, you were already soaked with your panties still on, but jesus you’re so fucking wet.” he easily slips one finger in, and a loud whine slips out of your mouth. the rumors about guitarists being great with their fingers in more ways than one are unquestionably true. you feel like you’re about to pass out from bliss. it only took about 5 minutes before you came undone on his fingers and jiseoks chuckles in your ear “that was quick, you probably had so much pent up frustration. could’ve just asked me way earlier i would’ve helped you out.” his tone was almost condescending as he coos at you whilst still pressing light circles on you clit.

“yeah.. i should’ve” you’re out of breath as you respond to him honestly, too out of it to even add to the banter. after you calm down a bit, he dips his fingers back in to gather your essence, incredibly curious about how you taste. you lock eyes with him as he sucks his fingers clean “what do i taste like? you taste quite salty” he puts his fingers back in you as you yelp in response, putting his fingers covered in your juices and his saliva near your face saying “here, taste it yourself” instantly you follow his order and put his fingers in your mouth. you taste sweeter than he does for sure. this is so filthy, but felt so so good. “sweeter than you definitely.” you respond, he doesn’t even have a sly comeback, just smiles.

if jiseok were selfish, he would grab you right then and there and recreate his fantasies of fucking you from behind. but, he’s a gentleman and he knows this was a lot more than what you’ve done in the past. so he decides to stop the night then and there. “i think this is the end of our first lesson, is that okay?” he grabs his green day t-shirt from the side of his bed and starts putting it on you. the look of disappointment on your face is crystal clear, and he gives you a pout “baby, this is the farthest you’ve ever gone in bed before, i don’t wanna do too much in one go.” you dramatically give a little huff and puff as he smiles at you and caresses your face.

“jiseok.” “hm? everything okay?” he answers with his hands now cupping your face, squeezing your cheeks a little. there’s no way in hell you two can go back to how things were after tonight. “nothing, let’s take a nap, yeah?” you lie down as he stands up to grab some towels to clean up your messes. the two of you fall asleep in each other's embrace, thinking the same thing.. how exactly will this all play out?

writer’s note: i hope you enjoyed my first ever fic ! i wanted to post this as a one-month anniversary of this account and a thank you to everyone who’s enjoyed my work. i genuinely appreciate all the support, feedback, and encouragement i’ve gotten so far and will continue to work hard on my content.

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REQUEST - could you PLEASE make a smut of Seungmo from Ampersandone? THERES NONE AND IM SO SAD THAT I CANNOT FIND ANY, I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU COUPD MAKE ONE. BUT JUST ONE SUGGESTION, MAKE IT GO STRAIGHT INTO SMUP PLEASEEEE

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Tour is always rough on Seungmo. He doesn't enjoy not being close to your for long amounts of time and 2 months was basically a nightmare for him. So rarely was he able to see you on a normal basis and being in a whole other country was practically hell for him.

This simple fact is how you ended up pinned against the wall by your front door at 1 am with your leg over Seungmo's shoulder as he feasted on you like he hadn't eaten in years.

"Missed you so fuckin' much." His voice muffled against your folds, his tongue lapping at your clit as his fingers massaged against your G-spot. Your moans were barely contained by the free hand you had, your other tightly wound tightly in his hair. "Seungmo~" Your legs shook as his fingers pressed harder, his other hand leaving finger prints along your thigh. His grip only tightened as you moaned his name once more, whining as if to beg for your rapidly approaching release.

Seungmo looked up at you, eyes shining with lust and adoration with every taste of your juices and movement of his fingers. Your walls spasmed as you whimpered, a knot tightly forming in your lower belly from pleasure. He knew exactly how to make you finish every time, and he always made sure you finished at least once before he even attempted to get to his own orgasm.

"Close, so close~" Your voice breathy as you lightly grind against his face. He moans softly against you, the vibration near enough to send you over the edge. The desperate whimper from the unintentional tease was all he needed to moan once more, lips closing around your clit and sucking lightly.

Your orgasm rips through your body like wildfire, legs shaking horrifically after the weeks of little to no relief without your boyfriend's touch. You forgo muffling your moans in order to pull Seungmo's hair with both hands. Your fingers gripping the soft locks in an attempt to ground yourself through the mind numbing pleasure. Seungmo stills his fingers and pulls them from your pussy, tongue already dancing over your labia to taste your release without a moment of hesitation.

Moments pass and you shakily take your leg off of his shoulder. You pull Seungmo up using the grip on his hair, crashing your lips against his once he's close enough. His hands find your hips lifting you to be able to wrap your legs around his waist. "Need you, need you so bad. Missed you so fucking much." Your words were whispered against his lips, your hands escaping his hair to shove his sweats down below his erection. "'m here baby," His voice grew low, lips finding your neck and leaving red marks in their wake as he trailed to the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

In the movement of his lips, he pressed the tip of his cock into you. The stretch and gentle marks drew a sharp inhale from your throat, your arms slung around his shoulders tightly. "Fuck~, feel you so good baby. You're so perfect." His words quiet against your skin, sinking into you slowly inch by inch, his mind finally finding peace in being as close as he can be to you once more. Your nails bit into his shoulders, reveling in the familiarity of your boyfriend's body after so long without him. Seungmo stilled as you took all of his cock, panting against the hickeys he left on your neck.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you held onto him as if he would fade away in an instant. The quiet of the apartment settled as you both stayed like that, neither of you wanting to ruin the moment. The tears spilled from your eyes as the scent of Seungmo's cologne invaded your nose. "I missed you so much, Mo." Your voice broke as you whispered to him, kissing his temple with the same softness he missed dearly. "Just wanted you here with me. Just wanted to be close to you."

"'m here. Fuck, I'm here my love." He spoke in a similar whisper, thumb tracing infinity signs on your hip. "I'll bring you with me next time. I can't be without you for that long again, Y/N." You clenched at hearing the desperation in your name being said. A groan pulled from his throat at the feeling, his hips rolling on instinct to follow the pleasure.

"Then fuck me till I can't imagine you leaving again."

It took so little for him to move his hands to your thighs, pulling back slightly and thrusting back into you without hesitation. "Anything you want, baby."

Seungmo's thrusts were fast, his hands tight on your thighs. He buried his face back against your neck to leave dark hickeys and bites to prove you were taken. You could barely breathe with each drag of his dick against your vaginal walls, your head spinning as your nails left scratches through his shirt. Tears streamed from your eyes, pleasure surrounding your psyche more than the relief of Seungmo finally being home had just 30 minutes before.

"M- more~" Words scrambled in your mind to try and verbalize what you needed in the moment. "Tell me what you want baby, gotta tell me what you want." Seungmo knew you couldn't say what you wanted, he knew you were far too drunk off his cock to think. "F- faster... Fuck, faster." You mustered the words through broken moans, your head falling against the wall behind you. Seungmo leaned in, kissing you with pure lust in his intentions.

His thrusts sped up, the rhythm becoming sloppy and uncoordinated as one of your hands finds your clit. You traced circles on the sensitive bud, moaning obscenely against Seungmo's kiss. It took so little for both of your orgasms to approach their zenith, the stimulation being almost too much. "Where d'ya want me?" He mumbled against your lips, knowing he wasn't going to last with the spasms from your walls.

"Inside." You gasped out the word, fingers speeding up on your clit as the whines excavated their way from your throat. "Cum inside me please." The thought crossed his mind for only a second before the orgasm crashed over him, your own following soon after. You whimpered at the warmth from Seungmo's release, limbs shaking as you clung to him without hesitation.

Silence surrounded the two of you once more as your panting was the only sound in the house. "'m glad your home."

[yxxs4ng]

OH MY FUCKING GOD THANK YOU SO MUCHHH, YOU SHOULDVE HEARD THE EXCITED GASP THAT CAME FROM ME WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX. THIS IS SOOOO GOOD.

[shyxcherry]

caught in the act | leehan

summary: when your crush leaves you all hot and bothered, you sneak off to get some relief. too bad that said crush hears you moaning out his name.

pairing: leehan x female!reader

warning: pure smut with a little fluff (fingering, oral (f), spanking, unprotected sex, leehan has a filthy mouth)

word count: 3.2k

notes: request! this was not supposed to be this long lol. i blame my period for this...

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you often regretted the day that your roommate introduced you to her friend group. they were all great, and you fit in perfectly. there was only one issue. you had the biggest crush on one of them- leehan.

it was all your fault really. you had no one to blame but yourself, but you couldn't help it. his soft eyes were so enchanting. you could stare into them for hours, and you have as you listened to him rant about a subject that you could honestly care less about. you also found yourself staring at his lips, watching the shapes he makes when he's not paying attention to you, wishing to know what they felt like against yours.

and god, his voice. you were pretty sure he could read you the encyclopedia, and you would be entertained. it was just so soothing, always calming you down. one time when you drank too much, you told him that. he didn't tease you for it which shocked you. instead, he told you to call him whenever you wanted to hear him, so now when you can't sleep, you call him. he'll talk to you about anything until he hears the soft breaths signaling that you fell asleep.

you knew you were down bad for him when he brought you with him to get another fish, and he told you which one would be perfect for you. so of course you got it, and now you have a fish named yin to match his new fish that he named yang. he helps you take care of it, often coming over to make sure you're following his directions.

your roommate teases you endlessly for you very obvious crush. she even brought leehan's friend, jaehyun into your teasing. they tried endlessly to get you to confess to him because you would be waiting forever for leehan to confess (jaehyun's words), but you always refused. you valued his friendship way too much to confess when you're not even sure he felt the same way. they were certain he did, but you still wouldn't do it.

lately, he's been leaving you hot and bothered. it didn't help that it's summer, so he's been walking around in tank tops and showing off his arms. today wasn't any different. all of you were at jaehyun's house playing a game, and the loser had to jump into the pool. leehan lost and didn't even take any of his clothes off before he cannonballed into the pool.

you felt nauseous as got out of the pool. his hair slicked back and showing off his forehead. his clothes were sticking to his body, and you swore you could see ab lines from where his shirt was clinging to his stomach. you felt like you couldn't take it anymore. so when he went upstairs to change, you told everyone you weren't feeling good before leaving. you played it off pretty good because none of them teased you like they normally did. your roommate even offered to go with you, but you refused.

that leaves you where you were now, softly moaning leehan's name as your vibrator ran across your clit. you imagined it was him laying on top of you, mouth running across your body while he held the vibrator to you, whispering everything he was going to do to you. your eyes shut in pleasure, back arching when you press the vibrator harder. right as you felt yourself getting close, you heard someone knock on your door, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

"yn." you heard your name being called from the other side of the door, and you nearly scream when you recognize the voice as leehan's. "are you in there?"

"just a sec!" you quickly shut off the vibrator before throwing it in your drawer. you fix your shorts before getting up. you run your hands down your shirt as you open the door. leehan was standing there with a concerned look on his face. you move back and let him in before shutting the door. "what are you doing here?"

"jaehyun said you weren't feeling good, so i wanted to come and check on you."

thankfully leehan wasn't looking at you, so he couldn't see your face. he did his usual, going to check on your fish before laying down across the end of your bed. you join him, leaning on the head rest as you cross your legs.

"you didn't have to do that. i think i just got overheated."

leehan looked over to you, slowly examining you to make sure you weren't lying. "so you're feeling better now?"

you wanted to say no. if he would've came five minutes later after you had gotten yourself off, you would've been fine. but now here you were, sexually frustrated with the one who is causing it laying right in front of you.

"yep. feeling much better." leehan hummed at your answer.

"then why did it take you so long to open the door?" you had to stop your eyes from widening at his question. you motioned to the bathroom that was connected to your room.

"i was in the bathroom."

"you didn't sound like you were in the bathroom."

you force out a laugh at him as you try not to freak out. "what are you? an interrogator?"

"no." he answered. "i just want to know why it took you so long to open the door."

"i just told you. i was in the bathroom."

"no you weren't." leehan argued with you. you shift under his gaze but was determined not to break like you normally did.

"is the heat getting to you too?" you ask. "because i'm pretty sure i was in the bathroom. i would know."

leehan clicked his tongue like he was scolding you. "you're lying to me."

"no i'm not."

"yes you are."

"what makes you think i'm lying to you?" you ask, getting fed up with him. he rolled over on his side, smirking at you and catching you off guard.

"i was standing at your door long before i decided to knock."

you felt your mouth dry up as you blink at him. he heard you. your friend heard you moaning his name while you pleasured yourself. you felt like you wanted to cry, especially since you couldn't tell how he was feeling. your mind told you he was teasing you due to the smirk on his face that still hasn't left.

you quickly untangle your legs before making a break for the bathroom. he tried to grab you, but you were too fast, closing and locking the door before he could get to you. you felt tears hit your cheeks as your back slides down the wall.

leehan knocked on the door. "yn, open the door."

"no." you willed your voice to come out strong, but it shook at the end. you knew leehan could tell you were crying be he cursed when he heard you.

"please open the door."

"please leave." you beg.

"i'm not leaving, yn." you heard leehan sigh. you could hear him shift like he was sitting down in front of the door. "i'm not leaving until we talk about this."

you kept quiet, not wanting to respond. you knew he wouldn't leave. he was too stubborn. once he said he was doing something, no one could stop him from it. "how long were you standing there?"

"long enough." he answered.

"can you just reject me and leave?"

"why would i reject you?" you scoff at his question.

"oh please. you were on the verge of laughing."

"i wasn't going to laugh." he replied softly. you shook your head, not believing him.

"then why were you smiling like that?"

"because i was thinking about how good you sounded while moaning my name." you nearly choke at his answer. "i had imaging how you sounded for months, and somehow you sounded so much better than anything i could've imagined. and its driving me crazy that you're locked behind this door, and i can't touch you."

you were stunned by his answer. you could hear the desperation in his voice towards the end. you quietly stood up before moving towards the door. "you- you like me back?"

you hear him shuffle as he quickly stood up once he heard how close you were to the door. "how could i not? you're like the most perfect person i've ever met."

you wipe your face, getting rid of the dried tears before you unlock the door. you didn't even get a chance to open it before leehan barged into your bathroom. you barely had a chance to look at him when his hands gripped your cheeks, pulling your lips to his. you gasped at the actions before kissing him back.

he kissed you deeply, hands roaming your body like he was trying to memorize everything about you. your back hit the counter when he backed you up. he easily lifted you up, sitting you on the counter as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch of you.

you felt your head spin, and you tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you. he chased after your lips, molding them to yours as he pulled you closer to him. his grip was tight on your legs, tight enough to leave bruises as he wrapped them around his waist. his erection was poking through his shorts, brushing against your heat and causing you to moan into his mouth at the friction.

"you drive me insane." his voice deep with lust. he moved his head, sucking and biting at every inch of your exposed neck, making you squirm in his hold. "it took everything in me not to barge in and fuck you when you said my name. you would've like that though, wouldn't you baby?" you nod desperately, too far gone to speak sentences. "is that what you want? for me to fill this pussy up the way she deserves?"

"leehan." you whimper, voice cracking with need as you cling to him. he bites your neck harder when his name leaves your lips. you hands grip the counter as you roll your hips against his, moaning again when his hips desperately bucked into yours.

his hands cup your ass, squeezing tightly as he pulls you flush against him before picking you up. "you're already a mess, and i've barely touched you. i can practically feel how soaked you are through your clothes, my desperate girl."

your back hit the soft mattress before leehan kneeled over you. his hands gripped your knees before prying your legs apart, exposing your core to him. one of his hands left your knee before his fingers ran over your shorts. you choke out a moan, lifting your hips at the contact. you hear him darkly chuckle at your desperation. "how bad do you want it, baby?"

"so bad- please." his hand leaves your core, running across your hip, leaving you whining at the loss of contact. his hand roughly kneed the smooth flesh of your thigh before slapping it, causing you to jump while desperately moaning his name again.

"i don't think you want it that bad. why would you run away if you wanted this?"

you shake your head at his words. "i want it- want you. i'm sorry for running. i didn't mean to. please, leehan."

leehan stops your pleas with his mouth, tongue coaxing yours, causing your hips to rut against his. he bites your lip at the action, holding your hips down before sliding his hand into the front of your shorts. you stutter against his lips as his fingers teasingly slide down your dripping cunt. "you're fucking dripping. all for me baby, right?" you nod your head, eyes rolling in the back of your head when his thumb finds your throbbing clit. "and to think you thought a vibrator would be better than me." you almost scream when his hand pinches your clit. "tell me. can your vibrator do this?"

you thrust into his hand, broken moans leaving your lips when he thrust two fingers into you. he doesn't give you any time to adjust, leaving you squeezing around his fingers as continued to shove his fingers deep inside of you. the wet sounds of your cunt along with your moans and whimpers brought a smile to leehan's face. "answer me, or i'm going to stop."

"p-please don't stop." you cry out. "it doesn't. n-nothing has felt even a fraction as good as you."

he rewards you, curling his fingers, hitting that spot that has you squeezing so tightly around him, he could barely move. tears prick your eyes, hips moving against his hand as he leans down. his lips brush yours, drowning your sounds with his lips. "why don't you be my good girl and take your shirt off, so i can see these pretty tits?"

his fingers don't stop moving at all, leaving you to try to sit up with shaky arms. your hands barely work which leaves leehan chuckling, before you pull the shirt over your head. you throw it before unhooking your bra, letting it slide down your arms before throwing it as well. leehan pushes you down, lips instantly finding your hardened nipple. your back arches into his mouth, whimpering when he bites the sensitive bud.

he marks every inch of your chest, leaving it glistening with his spit and bruises, making him groan against your lips at the sight of your trembling body. his name barely leaves your lips, legs tightening around his waist when your stomach clenches so hard it hurts.

"cum for me." he demands, hand finding your sore nipple before pinching it, causing you to cry out. "cum all over my fingers. make a mess."

you scream out his name as your orgasm ripped through your body. it left you shaking, clenching around his fingers that have yet to cease moving. he took his other hand, pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving him completely exposed to him. he stands by the edge of the bed, lustful eyes scanning over every inch of you. you tried to pull away from his hand that was still buried inside of you, causing him to slap your ass in warning.

"stop running from me." he growled, ripping his hand out of your cunt, leaving you moaning for more. he gripped your thighs, pulling you towards him. "roll over."

you did as he said, rolling over to your stomach and letting leehan position you the way he wanted you. your ass was in the air, leaving your face pressed into the mattress, back arched for him that nearly had him moaning your name. he rips off his shirt in one clean motion before kneeling down, lining his face up with your cunt. his hand held your folds open while he darted his tongue out, brushing over your puffy clit with a groan of how you sweet tasted.

he started out slow, tongue moving slowly as he circled your clit teasingly, smiling when he hears you moaning for more. "patience, baby. i'm just getting started." he presses a little harder, flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking the swollen bud, leaving you moaning his name clenching around nothing. "do you feel that? how much this pussy is begging for me? should i give her what she wants, baby?"

"yes. please, leehan." you voice full of need that leaves leehan straining in his pants. "i need you, so bad. please fuck me."

leehan groans at your words, shedding his shorts as he stands up. his dick hits your clit, making you moan at the feeling. you could feel him pulsing as he slowly ran his dick through your dripping folds, coating him in your slick. he soon got sick of the teasing, the two of you moaning out in unison as he slides into you in one slick thrust. he groans when he feels you clench around him at the stretch.

his warm breath was hot against your neck as he leaned over you, pressing his lips to your spine. "do you feel how well your pussy takes me? like you were fucking made for me?"

you can't do anything but moan at his words, lost as he completely fills you with his cock. he start out slow, tortuously slow, letting you feel every inch of him against your walls as he almost completely pulls back before thrusting back inside of you. his hands dig into your hips, nails leaving crescent shaped marks as he held you in place.

your eyes clench shut, tears pooling in the corners as he speeds up, slamming into you. your knuckles turn white from how hard your gripping the sheets. the only thing leaving your mouth was his name. "that's right, baby. let me hear you scream out my name. let every know who's fucking you stupid."

you cry out his name, eyes rolling back when his hands push on your stomach bulge. your back arches more with his touch, leaving your back the perfect canvas for leehan's lips. he leaves your entire back covered in bruises as he continues to slam into you, loving that you turned into a sobbing mess beneath him.

"my good girl." you cry when his hand threaded itself into your hair, yanking you up with a sharp tug, groaning when he feels you squeeze his dick. "you're just mine to ruin, aren't you?"

he could tell you were already there, tears running down your cheeks as you begged him. "leehan, please. i- i need you."

"you have me baby." he coos, tongue trailing along your cheek, catching the salty tears with a groan. "do you want more? are you going to let me fill this pussy, so she knows who she belongs to?"

"please."

he lets your hair go, your face pressing into the mattress as he picks up his speed. he groans when you squeeze around him, stomach coiling tightly, signaling your climax. his hand moved around you, mercilessly rubbing your clit. you see stars, clenching your eyes so tightly as you cum. leehan groans at the feeling of you, thrusting into you a few more times before he fills you with his release.

the two of you stay in that position as you come down from your highs. leehan leans over you, pressing sweet kisses to your spine which was a complete contrast to how he just was. his hands run soothing circles on your hips as he pulls out of you. you hiss at the loss of contact, letting leehan roll you over on your back before covering you with his body.

"you did so good, my sweet girl." you smile at the compliment, grabbing his face before kissing him which he responds to instantly. he runs his hands all over your body, massaging the tender areas, leaving you moaning into his mouth.

"we picked the worst time of the year to get together. we're all sweaty." you complain as you pull away. you were right- the both of you were covered in sweat. leehan's hair was damp and sticking to his forehead, and you could feel yours clinging to your neck.

leehan laughs against your lips before kissing you again. "it's not all bad."

"why's that?"

leehan wraps you around his body once again, making you gasp as he stands up. he laughs, kissing your cheek as he carries you back to where everything started.

"because now i get to clean you up before doing it all over again."

[seokluvs]

keep you company ❀ h.bn // n.kd

pairing : bestfriend!brian x afab!reader x bestfriend!kamden

warnings : SMUT!! MDNI!! use of 🍃(smoking not mentioned), threesome, nipple sucking, use of pet names (baby, princess) cumming inside, unprotected sex (wrap it up jinjja), cum eating, tongue fucking, oral (m&f receiving), deep throat, squirting, doggystyle, reader is overworked — i think that’s all?? lmk if i missed anything

wc : 1,442 words

authors note : this might be THE worst thing i’ve ever written.. sorry about that im like half asleep my bad 😣😣 barely proofread tell me if my grammar sucks pls

much like everyone else in the world, work had always been apart of your life. however, sometimes you’d wonder if it was just a bit… too much.

looking over at the digital clock, you dropped your pen to bury your face in your hands. all of your pent up frustration finally being let out as you screamed into your palms

it was currently 10:47p.m., not a horrible time to be up working, so why were you so irritated? simply because, you had been writing reports for your stupid boss for the past 2 hours and you weren’t even halfway done.

looking over at the pile of untouched files, you silently cursed at your employer for not sharing the workload with your other colleagues. i mean, being work oriented had it’s pros, but seemingly, the cons always outweighed them.

i mean why should YOU have to do everything? from always writing daily reports to fixing your colleagues mistakes, the burden always found its way on your back.

god, you needed a break, an excuse to pull you out of your misery, just something to take your mind off of-

DING

pulling you out of your trance, the doorbell rang. who could possibly be at your door so late?

getting up from the dining room chair, you jogged over to the front door before checking through the peephole.

“of course” you muttered to yourself, a slight smile creeping onto your face as you recognised the two silhouettes.

opening the door, the two tall men holding grocery bags and pizza boxes were revealed. god, that really was the perfect timing ever.

“my knights in shining armour, what are you doing here so late?” you questioned, gesturing them to enter your slightly messy home.

“we figured you needed a break… and we were right.. it’s depressing in here” the older one spoke as he took his coat off and walked over to clean up your dining table.

“we also brought pizza, snacks… and weed” the taller one said as he followed suit, a mischievous smile painting his face as the last words left his mouth

kamden and brian had always been there for you. they could tell when something was up even before you let it loose, and although them showing up didn’t surprise you, it still tugged at your heartstrings.

grabbing the pizza boxes and bags from the taller one, you headed over to the kitchen to place everything as you spoke.

“you guys don’t know how much i needed this.. like actually.. i was going fucking crazy” you said, emphasising the word “crazy”

“oh we know.. you’ve been cooped up in your house all week” kamden spoke as he finished cleaning up your dining table. “but, it’s time to let loose and have a little fun”

looking up from the snacks, you saw him hold up a small baggie with weed while grinning, this was gonna be a great night.

as the minutes slowly turned into hours, the weed took over your mind and you had gotten quite a bit more loose lipped as the joint finally died out in the hazy atmosphere.

“you know what’s so annoying?” the boys looked over at you as you slurred over your words. “work. i haven’t had any time to myself, or for anyone. hell, i can’t even remember the last time i’ve been fucked, besides by those stupid reports!” the frustration was evident in your voice.

for a quick moment, the boys leaned over to exchange a glance before the younger spoke up

“you know.. if you’re that frustrated, we can help you out..” looking back and forth at them, you were slightly confused at his proposal.

“what?” you questioned, clearly missing something. are they serious? is the weed playing tricks on you? are you going insane? why are you so turned on right now?

“you heard us.. come on.. it’ll be fun.” the older one said, his fingers slowly grazing at your bare knee.

now usually, you would’ve second guessed something like this. i mean who just agrees to having sex with their best friends? that’s weird, right?

but as the emptiness in your brain took over, you found yourself sitting in between them, slowly being undressed and teased.

brian’s hands were eager to tug your shirt off while kamden positioned your face in front of his. attaching his lips to yours, the kiss felt electric — sending a jolt deep to your core.

as brian attached his pretty lips to your right nipple, sucking on the sensitive bud, you moaned at the contact, giving kamden perfect entry to stick his tongue in your mouth.

as your tongues fought for dominance, brian’s digits found their way down to your inner thighs, slowly lifting your shorts to caress small circles in a teasing manner. the overwhelming sensation of everything had you dizzy and dripping wet.

at that point, you couldn’t contain your sounds anymore. whimpering into kamden’s lips like it was a prayer, he snaked his hand up to your neck, applying just enough pressure to drive you insane.

brian removed his lips from your nipple and kneeled on the floor. breaking your kiss, you look down at him, eyes glistening up at you as he toyed with the hem of your shorts.

“can i eat you out baby?” he asked, his tone light and teasing.

nodding along, you looked back at kamden who was now kneeling on the couch.

grabbing at his own hardened member through his jeans, he spoke up in a raspy tone

“want something else in your mouth, princess?”

not even giving physical confirmation, your hands immediately undid his belt, stopping in your tracks when you felt brian’s lips attach to your sensitive bud.

dropping your hands from kamden’s jeans, your fingers laced brian’s hair as he looked up at you with innocent eyes.

the feeling was heavenly and sent you into a trance of squirming and whimpering.

suddenly, you felt a hand near your face. snapping you out of your daze, kamden guided your lips to latch onto his aching cock. he was girthy and leaking in precum, it was obvious what the sounds you were making did to him.

taking his tip into your mouth, you swirled your tongue across his glans, which earned you a guttural moan from him. taking his shirt off, he gently took your hair into a ponytail and eased more of his cock into your mouth.

as you bobbed your head onto his length, brian’s tongue found your hole, fucking itself into you as his thumb rubbed quick circles on your clit.

moaning on his dick, kamden’s actions became rougher, grabbing at your head and forcing you to deepthroat his cock before mouth fucking you at a desperate pace.

removing his hardened length from your mouth, he gave it a few pumps before speaking up

“knees. now.”

as kamden spoke, brian removed his lips from your leaking cunt to reveal his glistening chin. letting out a dissatisfied groan from the loss of friction, you complied and got onto your knees, ass facing kamden.

brian undressed and sat in front of you, his long thin cock springing into the air as his angry leaking tip greeted you.

without warning, kamden gave your ass a harsh slap before roughly inserting his thick cock into your leaking hole.

gasping at the sudden friction, you gave brian the perfect opportunity to shove his length into your mouth, immediately fucking himself down your throat.

while you were gagging on his cock, you felt kamden’s hand rubbing on your clit as his balls slapped against your cunt.

in that moment, you were so overstimulated from brian throat fucking you and kamden slamming his cock into you, that you didn’t even realise you started to squirt on kamdens dick.

the stimulation of your warm liquid hitting his lower torso sent him over the moon and he was quick to cum, still thrusting deep inside of you while he shot his ropes of cum into your aching cunt.

as for brian, he was almost there. collecting yourself, you bobbed your head down onto his cock, mostly focusing on tonguing at his tip while your hands rubbed his balls.

after two more minutes of him fucking himself into your throat, his cock twitched and he came in your mouth. looking up at him, you stuck your tongue out to show him the mess he made before swallowing it and giving him a small smile.

as you all sat there for a moment, the pleasure seeped in and you let out a soft giggle.

god, you were so happy that they decided to keep you company.

[thirstkanaphan]

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YUNWOOHWA

Credit @ Yunho IG post

[chasingtheredrabbit]

🂭 — Close to You

(♠︎ Kwak Jiseok x reader)

18+ | nsfw | explicit | yearning | friends to lovers

wc: 4k

summary: three years of friendship. One game. Seven minutes that change everything. You and Gaon can’t ignore the tension anymore—what starts as a dare turns into a night of unrestrained desire.

— Alexa, play Seven Minutes In Heaven by Mindless Self Indulgence.

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Ი𐑼: I spent 3 days writing this one because of a tiktok edit of Gaon with this song, sorry it's too long and full of repetitive words.

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Friendship: the emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being friends.

Love: an intense feeling of deep affection.

Simple definitions.

Words you used all the time.

Words you never struggled with — until they started circling him.

You always talked about friendship and love like they were clean, separate things.

Categories.

Boxes.

Labels that made sense when you were describing other people’s lives, other people’s mistakes, other people’s almost-relationships.

But now you were standing in the middle of your own.

Gaon. Friend. Best-friend. Lover. Almost-lover.

Something in between.

The four words swirled together until none of them made sense anymore.

Three years of a friendship that was too close, too warm, too entangled — and you never questioned it. Not when he draped himself over your shoulders, not when he stole half your food, not when he stared at you too long, not when he texted good night and tell me when you get home like it was his job.

That was just Gaon.

Your Gaon. Your friend. Right?

So why did your stomach flip every time he grabbed your wrist? Every time he says your name? Why do you always starts malfunctioning at every interaction with him?,

Why did your memory loop all the "accidental" touches you two had?

Were you spiraling?

Were you imagining things?

Or worse — were you realizing too late something everyone else already knew?

[𓏲ּ𝄢]

Finally it was Saturday night — the company party.

The building buzzed like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Music, voices, laughter spilling through every hallway.

Everyone was there.

Producers, seniors, recent debuted idols, dancers, managers, vocal coaches.

And somewhere in the crowd, him.

You arrived a little late — on purpose, maybe — smoothing your outfit, adjusting your hair, pretending you weren’t scanning for a familiar face the moment you stepped inside.

The room was warm, golden, loud.

People talked in clusters.

Music thumped lightly from the speakers.

Lights caught on glittery fabrics and polished glass.

You were just starting to relax when you felt someone’s eyes on you.

You turned.

And there he was.

Gaon.

Across the room, holding a drink he clearly wasn’t drinking, mid-conversation with Junhan — but staring straight at you like the night had been waiting for this exact moment.

His eyes widened the slightest bit.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something even from across the room.

He straightened, shoulders tightening, jaw flexing in a way that hit you too hard for something so simple.

And your heartbeat responded instantly, embarrassingly, like it recognized him before you did.

He blinked.

Slow and focused.

Like he was trying to remember how to look anywhere else… and failing.

It felt like electricity caught between you two.

Like the room was full of people but only the two of you were awake in it.

You swallowed, looking away before you could melt under that stare.

But you could still feel it — burning, tracking, following.

Something was different tonight.

Something was shifting.

Something was about to break open, whether you were ready or not.

And you didn’t know if it was friendship slipping out of your hands… or love finally catching up to you.

The moment you looked away, your pulse still thundering in your ears, you knew one thing for certain:

Tonight wasn’t going to be normal.

Not with him watching you like that.

Not with your chest tightening every time someone brushed past you and you thought—hoped—it was him.

You tried to distract yourself.

Tried to mingle, talk, smile, pretend your brain wasn’t rewiring itself because Gaon had looked at you like you were the only person in the entire building.

But it didn’t help.

Because every time you glanced around, he was already looking.

Quickly. Softly.

Like he was trying to catch every version of you in every light.

And failing miserably to hide it.

At one point, Jooyeon passed by you with a drink in each hand and whispered:

"Relax. He’s gonna combust at this rate."

You glared at him.

He winked.

And you knew the boys had noticed everything before you even walked in.

[𓏲ּ𝄢]

An hour later, the music was louder, people looser, the energy brighter.

Someone from the dance team dragged a group of idols toward a corner of the room where they’d set up games.

Truth or dare. Basic, right?

Card picks, mystery drinks, lap dancing, kissing whoever they were dared to.

And then landed on the dare that made your stomach drop: Seven Minutes in Heaven.

You almost scoffed.

This was ridiculous.

Half the room was sober.

The other half was pretending to be.

But people were loud, laughing, daring each other, pulling names, disappearing into a hallway closet like teenagers at a sleepover.

And you would’ve ignored the whole thing—

—until someone called your name.

"Yn!!!"

You froze mid-step.

It was one of the female idols you were close to, waving the little bowl of folded papers like she was summoning you to your doom.

"You’re up next!"

Your brain short-circuited.

"No, no, no, I’m good—"

"Come on! Everyone’s done it tonight! It’s just fun! We need you!"

The group was already cheering.

You didn’t even have time to form a coherent protest before they shoved the bowl toward you.

You sighed, reached in, and pulled a name.

You unfolded the paper.

And your heart stopped.

Kwak Jiseok. Gaon. THAT GAON.

The world tilted.

Around you, the group EXPLODED.

"NO WAY—"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

"THE ODDS???"

"SOMEONE CHECK THE BOWL—IT’S RIGGED—"

You felt heat climb your neck.

Your breath caught.

Your fingers tightened around the slip of paper like it was about to fly away.

And you didn’t even dare turn around.

Because you knew he’d be there.

You could feel him behind you.

Feel the air shift.

Feel the tension spike through the room like static.

Someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him forward.

Gaon’s eyes met yours.

Wide. Shocked. Flushed.

Like someone had just kicked open every secret both of you were pretending didn’t exist.

He swallowed—hard.

And that was it.

Suddenly the crowd was yelling, pushing, cheering, escorting the two of you toward the hallway.

Toward that small, dim closet.

Toward seven minutes neither of you were ready for.

Seven minutes that felt like they were going to change everything.

The door swung open.

Someone shoved you inside.

Then him.

And right before the door clicked shut—

you saw his face.

Nervous. Flustered. Breathing visibly uneven.

Like he wasn’t your best friend.

Like he was something else entirely.

The lock slid into place.

Seven minutes.

Just you and him.

Just all the tension you’d been running from for three years. And no escape.

You could hear the party outside, muffled laughter, footsteps, the countdown timer someone had gleefully set. But inside the closet?

Only breathing. His breathing.

Unsteady. Deep. Too close.

You didn’t move at first.

Neither did he.

You were both statues carved out of tension and panic and something far too heavy to name.

"Um…" you whispered, voice embarrassingly thin. "We don’t actually have to—"

"Don’t say that."

His voice came out low.

Lower than you’d ever heard it.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

You blinked in the dark, eyes barely adjusting, but you could feel him looking at you.

"Gaon—"

He stepped closer.

Not touching.

Not yet.

But close enough that your breath caught.

"I’m trying really hard," he said quietly, almost like it hurt. "Really, really hard not to do something stupid right now."

Your hands went numb.

"Wh—why?"

He let out a shaky laugh — the kind that meant he was absolutely losing it.

"Because you’re right there," he whispered. "And I’ve been—shit."

His hand brushed your waist.

Barely, but still felt like fire.

You sucked in a sharp breath.

He froze.

"Sorry," he muttered, voice shaking. "I didn’t— I mean, I did, but— God."

You could hear him swallow, feel the tremor in his breath against your temple.

Your own voice trembled.

"Jiseok… you can touch me."

Silence.

Immediate, heavy silence.

Then—

His hand slid back to your waist.

Slow.

Almost scared.

He exhaled, like he’d been punched.

"Don’t say things like that," he whispered into your hair. "I’ll lose my mind."

You felt yourself being gently pushed back until your spine touched the wall.

His palm flattened against the door beside your head.

His chest brushed yours.

Your knees nearly buckled.

You were breathing the same air now.

Barely an inch apart.

"Look at me," he said softly.

You did.

Even in the dark, you could see him.

The flushed cheeks.

The trembling lips.

The eyes that had stopped pretending.

He reached up—slow, careful—and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

His fingers lingered.

"You’re killing me," he whispered.

And that was it.

You didn’t even know who moved first.

All you knew was that suddenly his mouth was on yours.

Soft at first — like he was afraid to break you.

Then harder — like he’d been holding this in for years.

Your hands found his shirt, gripping, pulling him closer, making you more able to feel his hard.

He groaned — an actual groan — the sound vibrating into your mouth as his hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up so he could kiss you deeper.

His other hand traveled down your side, fingertips pressing into your waist, anchoring himself to you like he was terrified you’d disappear.

You gasped against his lips when he pulled you fully against him.

"Sorry—" he murmured between kisses, "—I’m trying— I’m trying to slow down—"

"You don’t have to," you breathed.

He froze for half a second.

Then he kissed you like he absolutely forgot how to breathe.

Hot and desperate. Making all the years of tension snapping all at once.

He pressed his forehead to yours, chest rising and falling against you.

"We shouldn’t be doing this," he whispered.

But his hands were slowly sliding to your ass.

And his lips found yours again before he even finished the sentence.

You kissed him back, fingers sliding up to his neck, tugging him closer until his breath stuttered against your mouth.

The timer outside beeped once.

The timer didn’t stop the world.

It didn’t even slow it down.

It just beeped — sharp, distant, meaningless — because neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

Gaon’s forehead was still pressed to yours, lips swollen, chest heaving like he’d just sprinted across the building.

Your fingers were still curled in his shirt.

His hands were still gripping your waist like he needed the contact to stay upright.

Another beep.

He shut his eyes, jaw clenching.

"…we’re supposed to go out now," he whispered, voice still shaking, breath ghosting your lips.

You didn’t move.

He didn’t either.

He swallowed.

"I can’t—"

His voice cracked.

"I can’t open that door yet."

Your heart thudded so hard it almost hurt.

"…why not?" you whispered.

He let out a low, broken laugh — the kind that sounded like he was fighting himself.

"Because," he murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone, "if I walk out there right now, everyone is going to know."

You blinked.

"Know what?"

He opened his eyes.

And the look he gave you wasn’t friendly.

It wasn’t confused.

It wasn’t almost-anything.

It was raw.

"You have to know," he whispered. "You have to know what’s happening. What I’ve been trying not to do for months. What I just—what we just—"

You felt him press closer, like he couldn’t help it.

"Jiseok…"

He exhaled sharply, like the sound of his name on your lips hurt him.

"I’m trying to be good," he whispered. "I’m trying to be your friend. I’m trying not to ruin everything. But then you look at me, and you let me touch you, and you—"

He cut himself off, throat tight.

"You have no idea what you do to me."

Your fingers loosened at his collar.

"What do I do to you?"

He let out a shaky breath.

"You make me forget I’m supposed to be pretending."

Before you could respond, there was a loud knock on the door.

"TIME’S UP! HELLOOO?" someone yelled, laughing. "DON’T MAKE US OPEN IT FOR YOU."

Gaon’s entire body tensed.

"…shit."

You almost laughed at how panicked he suddenly looked — like he’d been caught stealing something.

Then the doorknob rattled.

"HEY! DON’T YOU TWO BE WEIRD IN THERE!"

You slapped a hand over your mouth, choking back a nervous laugh.

Gaon groaned under his breath and leaned his forehead back against the door with a soft thud.

"We’re gonna have to open it."

"Yeah," you whispered.

Neither of you moved.

He inhaled, then slowly backed up an inch — just enough to not look like he’d been kissing you breathless.

His hands slid off your waist reluctantly, fingertips trailing like he didn’t want to let go.

Your lips tingled.

Your heart was somewhere near your throat.

He reached for the doorknob, stopped, then turned back to you one more time.

And his voice dropped to a quiet, trembling confession:

"This isn’t over."

Your knees almost gave out.

Then he opened the door.

Warm light from the hallway spilled inside, and instantly—

The crowd ERUPTED.

Whistles. Screams. Cheers.

Junhan pretending to faint.

Jooyeon yelling, "LOOK AT THEIR FACES, I KNEW IT—PAY UP, EVERYONE!"

Both of you frozs.

But he didn’t step away from you.

Not completely.

His hand brushed the small of your back — barely there, almost hidden.

But you felt it.

And he kept his eyes on you, even with everyone watching.

Even with chaos exploding around you.

He leaned the slightest bit closer, voice low so only you could hear:

"Find me later."

Then he slipped into the crowd.

But he kept looking back.

Every time.

As if seven minutes hadn’t been nearly enough.

[𓏲ּ𝄢]

You didn’t see him for six days.

Six days of silence.

Six days of pretending your heart wasn’t bruised from the inside out.

Six days of replaying that kiss — the way he pulled you in, the way his breath shook, the way his hands didn’t know whether to hold you closer or let you go.

He disappeared into schedules.

You disappeared into yours.

Nobody asked questions.

None of you had the time or courage to ask anything.

You had gone six days without hearing his voice.

Six days without his stupid memes, his half-asleep texts, his "ate already?" messages. Six days without him hanging around your neck.

He didn’t even view your story.

And the more time passed, the more it felt like something inside your chest was collapsing slowly, painfully, like a building losing support beam after support beam.

You hated it.

You hated how much it mattered.

You hated that you missed him so intensely you couldn’t breathe right.

But on the seventh night — exhausted, irritated, spiraling — you stayed late in the studio.

Just to keep moving.

Just to keep from thinking.

The building was quiet.

Hall lights dim.

Only your small practice room lit up, warm and lonely.

You were sitting on the floor, back against the mirror, scrolling aimlessly — pretending your chest wasn’t tightening again — when the door clicked open.

You didn’t look up at first.

But you heard the breath.

Sharp.

Uncontrolled.

Like someone had been searching, running, panicking.

And then:

"…You’re here."

His voice made you froze.

Your head snapped up.

Jiseok stood in the doorway, hair messy from either from practice or stress or running to you — you couldn’t tell.

Hoodie half-zipped.

Chest rising and falling too fast.

Eyes wide, exhausted, furious, terrified, relieved — everything at once.

Like seeing you punched all the air out of him.

You couldn’t speak or move.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, back pressed against it like he needed it to stay upright.

"Why didn’t you answer me?" he asked, voice low, trembling underneath.

Not angry.

Wrecked.

Your eyebrows pulled together. "You… You didn’t text me."

"I did."

A beat.

"…Drafts don’t count, I know. But I… I tried."

He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping halfway across the room — like crossing the rest of the distance would be too dangerous.

"I didn’t know what to say," he admitted.

"I didn’t know what I would do if I saw you again. I didn’t trust myself."

You swallowed hard.

"Why?"

He laughed — bitter, breathless — almost like he hated himself.

"Because seven minutes wasn’t enough," he said quietly.

"Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because I haven’t slept. Because every time I close my eyes, I feel you pulling me in again and I—"

He cut himself off, shaking his head like the rest was too much to confess out loud.

Your heartbeat climbed into your throat.

"And you?" he asked, almost whispering.

"You’re avoiding me too."

"I wasn’t avoiding—"

"You couldn’t look at me," he said, stepping closer before he could stop himself.

His voice cracked.

"You wouldn’t even be in the same hallway."

"Because I didn’t know what you wanted," you burst out.

"Because you acted like nothing happened. Because you kissed me like— like you wanted more and then disappeared. What was I supposed to think?"

He inhaled sharply through his nose, like your words physically struck him.

Then he moved.

Slow at first.

Then faster.

Crossing the room before your brain even caught up.

He stopped right in front of you — close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek, but not touching you.

His hand hovered beside your face, shaking, like he wanted to hold you but was terrified you'd pull away.

"What I wanted," he whispered, "was you. Only you. I just didn’t know if I was allowed to want that."

Your breath hitched.

He leaned just a little closer.

"Tell me I didn’t imagine it," he said.

"Tell me you felt something too."

You didn’t answer with words.

You reached up — uncertain, trembling — and grabbed the front of his hoodie.

His breath choked in his throat.

That was enough.

He broke.

He exhaled like he had been drowning for days and finally surfaced; hands coming up to cradle your jaw, forehead dropping to yours with a soft, desperate thud.

"I missed you," he whispered into the space between your lips.

"More than I should’ve."

You swallowed, voice thin.

"I know, I missed you so much."

He laughed — pained, relieved, disbelieving.

And then he pulled you in.

Not kissing.

Not yet.

Just holding you.

Arms tightening around you like he needed to convince himself you were real.

Your fingers clutching his shoulders without thinking.

Your faces buried against each other’s necks, breathing hard, shaking, overwhelmed.

And in that silent, burning, trembling embrace, everything became clear.

It was never just friendship.

Not for a long time.

Gaon was still holding you — arms wrapped tight, forehead pressed into your shoulder like he was trying to memorize the shape of you, the warmth of you, the relief of you.

But then…

Something shifted.

You felt it before you saw it.

His breathing changed — deeper, unsteady.

His hands, gripping your waist, flexed like he was fighting something.

His forehead lifted from your shoulder, slow, almost unwilling, until his nose brushed yours.

Both of you froze.

His eyes dropped to your lips.

Not quickly.

Not accidentally.

He traced them with his stare like he’d been starving for six days and finally found food to eat.

Your heartbeat slammed into your ribs.

"Jiseok…" you whispered.

"Don’t," he breathed back, voice wrecked.

"If you say my name like that I—"

He didn’t finish.

He couldn’t.

Your lips were centimeters apart, maybe less, ghosting, breathing the same air, trembling in sync.

You felt him shiver.

"We shouldn’t," he whispered.

It wasn’t a warning.

It was a confession.

You swallowed.

Your hands slid up from his shoulders to the sides of his neck, fingers brushing his hair without thinking.

He inhaled sharply — like your touch made something inside him snap.

“We shouldn’t,” you echoed softly.

But neither of you moved.

Neither of you stepped back.

Neither of you broke the tension that was pulling you together like gravity.

His thumb brushed your cheek — slow, gentle, shaking.

"Tell me to stop," he said, but his voice was already gone, already losing to the desire in his eyes.

"Tell me you don’t want this."

You didn’t say anything.

Your silence was an answer.

A loud one.

His jaw clenched.

His hand slid from your cheek to your jawline, tilting your face up just a little — not claiming, not demanding, just pleading.

"I tried," he whispered. "I really tried to stay away."

Your breath hitched.

"I never wanted you to," you replied.

That was it.

That was all it took.

He kissed you.

Not soft. Not cautious. Not shy like the party kiss.

This one was different.

This one was everything the two of you pretended wasn’t there —

the longing, the confusion, the restraint that finally snapped.

His lips met yours with a desperate, almost painful urgency, showing he’d been holding himself back for years — not days.

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you impossibly close, making you again feel his hardness.

You gasped into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss at the sound.

It wasn’t neat.

It wasn’t slow.

It was raw and overwhelming and perfect in its messiness.

He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe your name and start kissing your jaw.

"God… we really shouldn’t be doing this."

But his lips were already brushing your neck.

You whispered, breath trembling,

"Then… why are we?"

He let out a breath that sounded like defeat.

"Because we can’t stop."

Another kiss — slower this time, but deeper, lingering, the kind that says I missed you everywhere.

His hands slid up your back.

Yours cupped his jaw, guiding him closer when he was already as close as physically possible.

He laughed softly against your mouth — the kind of laugh someone makes when they’re overwhelmed, ruined and relieved.

"This is bad," he murmured, kissing you again. "We’re in so much trouble."

"Then we don’t stop," you whispered.

He didn’t.

He kissed you again, harder this time, he deepened the kiss inserting his tongue. His grip tightening and your hands exploring more each other's needy body.

His mouth was still on yours when the shift happened — subtle at first, barely noticeable, just a small change in the way he exhaled against your lips.

But then his hand slid.

Slow. Lower. Bolder.

Fingers tracing the hem of your shirt like he was testing the boundary he’d promised himself he wouldn’t cross.

Your breath hitched — loudly enough that he froze for a split second.

"Don’t…" he whispered, voice shaking,

"…don’t make that sound. Please."

You weren’t sure whether he meant it as a warning or a confession.

Maybe both.

His hands sliding up from your hips to your waist.

Your back arched without meaning to.

And that did it.

He swallowed hard — you felt the motion with your whole body — and his hand slipped under your shirt.

Just his palm at first.

Warm. Careful.

Like he was afraid to move too fast and terrified to stop.

Your breath stuttered against his mouth.

"Ji—"

"Tell me to stop," he said, but he was already brushing his thumb along your skin, sweeping slow circles that made your knees weaken.

"Shh, just take me," you whispered.

His whole body reacted — chest rising sharply, jaw tightening, a quiet curse leaving his lips.

And then he kissed your neck.

This kiss wasn’t the frantic, desperate one from before.

This one was slower, heavier, intentional — like he wanted to feel everything, memorize everything, ruin both of you in the process.

You felt him lean in, press you tighter against him, his other hand sliding up on your body, pulling you up against him so there wasn’t a single inch of space left.

Fabric caught between your bodies.

Breaths tangled.

Heartbeats tripping over each other.

His hand under your shirt moved higher.

He paused again — breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours.

"Okay?"

It came out rough. Barely made.

You nodded.

Too fast.Too needy.

He let out a shaky breath — relief, hunger, surrender all tangled together — and lifted your shirt a little higher, bunching the fabric slowly, like he wanted you to feel every inch of his intentions.

When his thumb brushed a new strip of skin, you gasped softly.

His eyes fluttered shut like the sound physically hit him.

"God…" he whispered, breath unsteady,

"…you don't know how much I wanted this."

Your hands moved on their own — sliding up his chest, gripping his shirt, tugging the fabric lightly.

He sucked in a breath.

"You want this off?" he whispered, voice almost breaking.

You nodded again.

He kissed you — quick, fierce — and then broke away just enough to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one rough movement.

It fell somewhere on the floor.

He didn’t care.

You didn’t either.

He was back on you instantly — hands at your waist again, sliding up the curve of your body, pushing your own shirt higher with every breathless second.

But he stopped one last time, mouth hovering over yours, voice low and wrecked:

"If I take this off you… we’re not going back. You know that, right?"

Your fingers curled around his forearm.

"Then take it off."

He exhaled — hard, shaky — like he’d been waiting years to hear that.

And his hands slipped under your shirt again.

Slow. Reverent. Hungry.

Fabric lifted. Cold air hit your skin.

His breath stuttered.

He pulled your shirt up — not yanking, not rushing, just guiding it inch by impossible inch — like he wanted to feel the reveal as much as he wanted the result.

Your shirt rose above your ribs—

Your arms—

And then—

He lifted it off you completely.

The air between you changed.

He looked at you and to the outline of your breast hungrily, unconsciously licking his lips.

“Yn…” he whispered, barely holding himself back, "…you really make me go insane."

But his hands were already on your bare waist again.

And his lips were already finding your shoulders.

And there was no part of him that was stopping now.

"Jiseok... I need you" you breathed.

His eyes darkened making something inside him snapped, he guided you to the studio sofa never taking his mouth from you and your upper body.

He guided you backward until the back of your knees touched the sofa, and you sank down with a soft gasp.

He followed, but didn’t touch you right away.

Instead, Gaon stopped.

He just stood there for a heartbeat — chest rising, breath uneven, pupils blown wide — staring at you like the sight alone was enough to break him.

Slowly, he leaned over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other hovering above your waist like he was afraid he’d burn himself if he touched you too quickly.

His gaze traveled over your body, lingering on every place he’d wanted to touch for far too long.

"God…" he exhaled, voice trembling.

"You don’t even know what you’re doing to me."

You shifted slightly, and something about the movement snapped the last thread of restraint he had.

He lowered himself, lips brushing your jaw as his fingers finally found your waist, sliding under the edge of your pants with a careful, shaky breath.

"I had to look at you," he whispered against your skin. "Just once. Like this." he kept brushing his nose into you. "To make sure it’s real… before I let myself continue."

His forehead pressed to your cheek, his hand gliding up your side, slow and reverent.

"And now that I know it is…" his lips trailed down to your neck, "I’m not stopping."

He quickly unbuckled his belt, while trailing kisses from your neck to the middle of your covered chest, keeping eye contact, his hand hovered to your upper back waiting for a answer to remove your bra.

You nodded, and he kept kissing the middle of your breast then moved his mouth to one of them and one of his hand to the other. Gaon savored your breast, each lick, each suck making you moan ever higher.

The warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin sent shivers cascading down your spine. Each caress was a silent promise, each kiss a declaration that neither of you needed to voice aloud. The dim light of the room cast shadows that danced across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his gaze whenever he looked up to meet your eyes.

Heat bloomed across your skin, a flush that traveled from your face down to your cunt as his tongue traced delicate patterns against your sensitive flesh. The world beyond his touch seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment of intimacy.

"Is this okay?" he whispered against your skin, mouth near the waistband of your jeans, his voice a rough velvet that vibrated through you, making you more needy. You nodded breathlessly, your fingers threading through his hair, anchoring him to you as if he might disappear at any moment.

His fingers traced the waistband of you pants, trembling slightly as they lingered at the button. Time seemed to slow as he undid it, the small metallic click resonating through his body like electricity. He tugged at the zipper, the sound amplifying the gravity of the moment. His heart hammered against his ribs, a primal rhythm that matched the dizzying anticipation building within him.

As he slid the fabric down over her hips, he felt a rush of desire wash over him, the heat pooling in his core. His breath caught in his throat, and he couldn't help but salivate at the sight before him, the way your skin glistened in the dim light. The trust he saw in her eyes nearly overwhelmed him, drowning out everything else as he reveled in the moment.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice low and needy, searching your gaze for confirmation.

Jiseok knew he had his answer, the moment you pressed your legs together arching your back. He putted both your legs on his shoulders leaving him with a clearer vision of visible soaking cunt.

"Haven't done much and you're already dripping for me..." he said while leaving a kiss against your wet panties making you moan and grip harder on his hair.

His eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction, savoring the way your body responded to his touch. With deft fingers, he hooked the sides of your panties and slowly dragged them down your thighs, his gaze never leaving yours.

Jiseok smiled against your skin, feeling your body tremble beneath his touch. The gentle scrape of his stubble against your inner thighs sent shivers cascading through you, igniting every nerve ending as he drew closer.

"I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice rough with need, laced with a deliberate patience that made you whimper.

"Please," you breathed, your voice barely audible, heat rushing to your cheeks as you thought about this for so long.

The anticipation was unbearable, your body aching with need as he gazed at you with those dark, hungry eyes.

"Please what?" he asked, his breath hot against your most sensitive area, making you squirm beneath him.

"I need you," you managed, feeling your chest rise and fall with each desperate breath.

His fingers tangled in your hair, neither pushing nor pulling, just holding you in place as he leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over your exposed skin. The way he looked at you—like you were something precious yet something he wanted to devour—made goosebumps rise along your arms.

"Tell me what you want," he urged, his voice low and filled with desire, a mix of vulnerability and hunger that sent another wave of heat coursing through you.

You could feel the tension building, the connection between you two intensifying as you surrendered to the moment, already giving in to the pleasure.

You nodded, breathless, and he grinned before finally pulled your panties and threw them aside, revealing your glistening core. His tongue flicked out, teasingly slow, as he licked a long stripe along your folds, savoring your taste.

"You’re so sweet," he murmured against you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He took his time, licking and teasing, his tongue dancing around your clit, building the tension higher and higher with each deliberate movement.

You squirmed beneath him, the sensations overwhelming as he played with you, his mouth working magic that made your body arch toward him, desperate for more. Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, and you could feel the heat pooling in your core, ready to explode.

"Please don't stop," you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark with desire, a knowing smile playing on his lips before he returned his attention to your most sensitive spot.

"Don't stop," you gasped, holding him in place as he lavished attention on your sensitive flesh.

"Please," you begged, your voice trembling. "I'm so close..."

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body as he worked his magic. The tension built rapidly now, coiling tighter with each expert stroke of his tongue. Your breathing became ragged, punctuated by soft moans that grew more desperate with each passing second. He anchored you in place, holding your thighs firmly as you writhed against him, the pleasure overwhelming. "Let go for me," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, urging you closer to the edge.

With a sudden flick of his tongue and the addition of a finger curling inside you, he found that perfect spot, the sensation sending you spiraling. The combination of his mouth on your clit and the rhythmic thrust of his finger pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm crashed through you, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cried out his name, your body trembling in ecstasy. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out your pleasure until you were left gasping, your body still quaking from the intensity of it.

As you came, he pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He leaned in to kiss you, the taste of you still lingering on his lips, igniting a new fire within him. You could feel his urgency as he pressed against you, his hands roaming your body, desperate for more.

His kiss was hungry, a deep, consuming heat that stole the air from your lungs. You could taste yourself on his tongue, a heady, intimate reminder of the pleasure he’d just given you. The raw need in his movements was exhilarating—his hands roamed your body, mapping every curve like he was trying to commit you to memory. But as he pressed against you, a new urgency took hold. You wanted more. You wanted to give him the same mind-shattering pleasure he had just given you.

Breaking the kiss, you pushed gently on his chest. He went willingly, a look of confused desire in his eyes as you maneuvered him to sit back on the sofa. You knelt before him, the plush carpet a soft cushion beneath your knees. His eyes widened, his breath catching as he realized your intent. "You don't have to—" he started, his voice raspy.

"Shh," you whispered, your hands tracing the strong muscles of his thighs. "I want to." Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, and you slowly, deliberately, pulled them down, along with his boxers. His erection sprang free, hard and heavy, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip. The sight of him, so vulnerable and so wanting, sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

You leaned in, your breath ghosting over the sensitive head. He shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips. You took your time, exploring him with your hands first, learning his shape, his heat. Then, you flicked your tongue out, tasting the salty drop on his tip. His hips jerked, and his hand came up to tangle in your hair, not guiding, just holding on.

Encouraged, you took him into your mouth, slowly, inch by inch, until he hit the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking gently as you began to move, your hand stroking the part of him you couldn't take. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on your hair tightening as you set a rhythm. You looked up at him, meeting his dark, lust-filled gaze. The raw, unadulterated need you saw there was your undoing. You increased your pace, taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around him, tasting every inch.

"Fuck, Yn," he groaned, his head falling back against the sofa. "Just like that." His praise spurred you on, and you worked him with a renewed fervor, your mouth and hand moving in perfect sync. You could feel his body tensing, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. Just as you felt he was about to lose control, you pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop.

He looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with a mixture of frustration and desperate need. "Why did you stop?" he asked, his voice strained.

You gave him a sly smile, crawling back onto his lap. "Because I want you to come inside me," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. He growled, a low, primal sound, and in one fluid motion, he stood, lifting you with him as if you weighed nothing. He laid you back down on the sofa, his body covering yours, his mouth crashing down on yours in a bruising, demanding kiss.

He fumbled with the condom he’d pulled from his wallet, his fingers shaking with a desperation that mirrored your own. Once he was ready, he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locking with yours, searching for any last trace of hesitation.

Finding none, he pushed forward slowly, the stretch a sweet, burning pleasure that had you gasping. He paused, letting you adjust, his gaze never leaving yours. "You okay?" he asked, his voice strained. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, a silent plea for more. He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours, as he began to move.

His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, each one a testament to the years of unspoken longing between you. The build was maddening, a slow burn that fanned the flames of your desire until you were writhing beneath him, begging for more. "Faster," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Jiseok, faster." He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, more erratic, as he lost himself in the rhythm, in the feel of you, in the moment he’d dreamed of for so long.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a primal beat that matched the frantic tempo of your heart. He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. Your orgasm built quickly, a tidal wave of pleasure that crested and crashed, leaving you screaming his name as your body convulsed around him. He followed you over the edge a moment later, his own release a powerful, shuddering wave that left him collapsing on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your chest.

For a long moment, you just lay there, tangled together, the only sound your ragged breaths slowly returning to normal. He shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you close, his arm draped possessively over your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin.

"I meant what I said," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "This isn't over."

You turned in his arms, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking the stubble there. "I know," you replied, your voice soft but certain.

He smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that reached his eyes, crinkling the corners. "Good," he said, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip. "Because I'm not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss—a promise, a sealing of a new beginning, built on the ashes of a friendship that had always been destined to be something more.

You lay in comfortable silence for a few more minutes, his heartbeat a steady, reassuring thud against your back. A soft, rhythmic chime broke the quiet. It was faint, coming from across the room. "Is that your phone?" he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep and satisfaction.

"I guess," you sighed, not wanting to move. But the chime kept going, a persistent reminder of the world outside this little bubble. With a reluctant groan, you carefully extricated yourself from his embrace, grabbing his discarded hoodie to wrap around your naked body as you padded over to your discarded jeans. Your phone was face down in the pocket.

You picked it up and the screen lit up, displaying a notification that made your blood run cold.

Voice Memo - Recording - 47:32

Forty-seven minutes. The app was still running. The red recording bar pulsed mockingly at the bottom of the screen. You remembered now—you’d been humming a melody earlier, a new idea for a song, and had quickly hit record to capture it before you forgot. You’d thrown the phone onto your clothes and never thought about it again.

Until now.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, a frantic, panicked rhythm that had nothing to do with pleasure. It had recorded everything. Every whispered confession, every ragged breath, every desperate plea. It had recorded him saying, "I can't open that door yet." It had recorded you begging, "Please, Jiseok, faster." It had recorded the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of him groaning your name as he came.

"Yn? Everything okay?" Gaon's voice, soft and concerned, cut through your horror.

You couldn't speak. You could only turn around, your face ashen, the phone held limply in your hand. He saw your expression and sat up instantly, the lazy contentment in his eyes replaced with sharp alarm. "What? What is it?"

You couldn't form the words. You just walked back to the sofa and sat down heavily, turning the screen to face him. His eyes scanned the notification, and you watched in real-time as the color drained from his face. He stared at the phone, then at you, his mouth slightly agape as the horrifying realization dawned on him.

"Oh," he breathed out, the sound barely a whisper. "Oh, god."

Silence descended, heavier and more suffocating than before. This wasn't the comfortable afterglow; this was the raw, exposed nerve endings of a catastrophic mistake. Every intimate, vulnerable thing you had just shared was now a permanent digital file.

"We…" he started, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his already messy hair. "We have to delete it."

You just nodded numbly, your thumb hovering over the screen. But as you looked at the running time, a new, terrifying thought struck you. This wasn't just a mistake. It was evidence. It was a choice. A raw, unfiltered document of the moment your friendship had irrevocably shattered and been reborn.

He reached out, his hand gently covering yours, stilling your thumb. "Hey," he said softly, his gaze intense and serious. "We'll delete it. Together."

But you didn't move. You looked from his panicked eyes to the phone, and a strange, hysterical laugh bubbled up in your throat. "Three years of 'we're just friends'," you whispered cupping his face. "And it took a 47 minutes voice memo to prove we were lying the whole time."

He watched you, his expression shifting from panicked face to a soft expression, placing a kiss on the palm of your hand. "And it was the best ever."

[yxxs4ng]

the pure tension behind “why did you stop?” & “because i want you to come inside me” IS SO FUCKING INSANE, I LOVE THIS TENSION AS MUCH AS I LOVE IT FOR BUILD UP TO JUMP SCARES IN HORROR MOVIES. ACTUALLY SCRATCH THAT, BOTH ARE AMAZING BUT THE BUILD UP IN SMUT THAT GOES FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS IS SO MUCH BETTER. YOU BLESSED MY EYES & MIND WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL STORY, THANK YOU.

[manzyxoxo]

MCR as monsters

[treetoppss]

jooyeon looking blissed out while performing

[yxxs4ng]

holy fuck HES BEAUTIFUL

[bruisedbyeol]

LJY: Loved by you.

pairing: lee jooyeon/f!reader

content warning: smut, breeding kink, sub?joo in the beginning half, friends to lovers

w/c: 2524

a/n: I wrote most of this drunk while listening to loved by you by powers, so let me know if I made any mistakes :3

It’s past 11 pm as you sit in your car, having already turned it on and waiting for it to warm up so you can speed away as soon as possible because you just experienced one of the most embarrassing things you think could ever happen to you, well more than anything you were a bit offended.

This guy you met on a dating app invited you over to his place, it’s just a hookup and you both knew that. When the time came to get into it, he couldn’t get hard. For the life of him, he couldn’t do it. You tried your best to not show your disappointment but your inner voice was scoffing. As you drove away from his apartment you dialed your best friend Jooyeon, who knew you were on a date in case you suddenly went missing. Despite his protests about you going to a strangers house, you ended up in this predicament anyways. You hate how he's always right about these types of things. The boy had been your number one for many years, he’s seen you go in and out of relationships and he’s been your comfort and stability throughout it all. Sometimes you wondered if you should shut everyone else out and just get with him. He understood you enough to where you didn’t need to verbally say anything and he’d be ready to hold your hand until you could. You could show him all your flaws and he would never let you go. The absurdity of the current situation has you giggling as he answers the phone and he catches it.

“What, did you guys fuck or something?” He says cluelessly, a subtly jealous titter accompanying it

“Jooyeon... he couldn’t even get hard”

You hear an absurdly loud gasp over the line

“What the fuck?! Are you serious right now?!”

His dramatic reaction cheers you up a bit, it’s the humor and validation you needed right now.

“No, I’m so serious jooyeon. I’m about to drive this car off a cliff” you whine to him

He huffs out air “that’s so insane, I mean what guy wouldn’t get hard just by looking at you?”

His comment makes your eyebrow raise, and you go silent

Nervous chuckles come out of his mouth along with a string of words he’s stumbling over “I- I just mean.. that you’re really pretty and that guy must’ve been gay or something!” he finishes with a dismissive comment, however you won’t simply forget what he said.

Something you’ve always adored about your best friend is his unfiltered honesty, even when the words are hard to get out, he still lets you know what’s truly on his mind.

You can picture the way he looks right now over the phone, burning red cheeks and wide eyes darting around the room as he runs a hand through his hair.

Maybe it’s the fact you got worked up and no satisfaction that makes you ask him:

“Joo, can I come over?”

The tone in your voice is suggestive, and it’s already sending blood rushing to his dick

“O-oh yeah of course! You’re always welcome to come over” he over explains himself

“Okay, I’ll see you in 15” you say ending the call

There’s a smirk on your face as you shift in your seat with anticipation, meanwhile he frantically runs around his apartment, cleaning up for your arrival

You show up at his door in less time than expected, and he nearly trips over himself to open it up

“Hey! What’s up?” his deliverance of the line not at all concealing the fact he’s on edge

You step in and close the door behind you before you face him with a deceivingly solemn look

“You really meant that? Any guy would get hard just seeing me?” you start to tactfully play with the loose threads on his sweater

He’s having a hard time looking directly in your eyes as he reluctantly replies “I did… I did mean it”

Seeing the way he looks a bit tense, you stop your caressing and grab his chin firmly “Are you any guy, jooyeon?”

His pupils are dilated and his moral values are being tested, full of worry about where this will go, he thinks about what the correct answer might be before he goes with what his true response is

“I-I am” he admits in a pitiful way, as if you caught him doing something he shouldn’t

There’s a predatory nature in the way you reply “good” as you begin to drag him back to his room, tossing him onto his bed before crawling over his body

“Tell me you want this too” you say looking at his exasperated expression, trying to decipher if you should stop now, considering this is your best friend, and things would take a sharp turn in your friendship after this.

His hand cautiously comes up to hold your cheek “I’ve wanted this for so long… I’ve pictured this moment in my mind so many times”

With the hesitation simmering lowly in your heart, you go to connect your lips. It’s actually not the first time you’ve kissed him (prior drunken incidents) but in your sober condition you can feel the sincerity in his earlier statements.

Your mouths move together as if they were never meant to be apart, and tongues start to dance around each other. The exchange of pants and saliva are addictive.

That’s when you hear the first of many moans to come from him tonight, it’s like a melody that you’ve been searching for ages and now you’ve got a chance to keep it on repeat.

Your lips start to travel down to his neck, nipping and sucking at any area available to you and his breathing goes uneven. Tugging at the hem of his sweater, you signal for him to take it off, he obeys and you follow suit.

Both of his hands go to grip your waist, squeezing tightly, as if to keep you from running away.

“P-please y/n” his voice cracks out

You fight the urge to grind down on him, being so satisfied you’ve got him weak already from a little kissing “hm? what are you asking for?”

You’re staring at him with a small grin, he feels the sinful intentions behind it, but he doesn’t mind. He wants you to have control for now to be sure his greed doesn’t take over what you sought after.

“Can I… can I be inside you? please?” He pleads with you in a wavering timber, in spite of the fact there was no need since you wanted the same thing.

The shiny, glossed over eyes you see in front of you makes you want to toy with him more

“I don’t know… you think you can handle it?” you tease him as your hand starts to wander down and palm his boner over his sweatpants

His teeth clench in restraint, he wonders if he should back out now, but seeing you above him makes his brain short circuit

“y-yes! I need you so badly” he begs

You want to coo at him for the way he looks like a puppy patiently waiting for a treat, that you’ll most definitely give him

“shh it’s okay, I’ll give you everything if you’re good”

He nods wildly, so you pull down the fabric on him that does little to hide his erection

Your thumb circles the head of his dick in an unhurried fashion, spreading the wetness and his whole body shudders with a long sigh spilling out of his throat

Letting him go for a second you go to stand away from him, you shimmy yourself out of your own bottoms to leave yourself bare and ready to take him in

Climbing over him again, you rub his cock over your silk folds and wait to see his reaction

All he can manage is digging his fingers deeper into the skin of your hips, head falling back, not forcing any action but showing you his intense desire before you let him sink into the warm embrace of your pussy

Even upon the first feeling of it, he lets out a deep groan, which makes you moan in response

No real words are spoken as his whole length continues to make home inside of you, just a mixture of breath stolen and noises of pleasure as the adrenaline between you two still flows

The pace in your hips start to pick up, bouncing up and down after adjusting, the feeling is so euphoric and all the prior anxiety leaves your body

Despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you find his again, searching for approval

What you’re shown is a man who only ever wanted to be loved by you

With that, you take the chance again to kiss him, to express that you also feel the same way.

Your ministrations below continue, yet you feel his uncertainty, so you grab one of jooyeon’s hands that has been stuck on your lower half and move it up to grip your breast

“I know you want me, you have me, just take it” you say with heavy breaths and you hope he understands what you’re trying to convey

That sudden transfer of power has him flipping you over onto your back, making you let out a wanton yelp

“I don’t think you know how much I need you” he speaks close to your face in almost a whisper, the hot air of his words hitting against your lips as his right hand slides against the backside of your upper thigh, adjusting your leg so it’s over his shoulder

Hands going to rest against the nape of his neck you tell him “show me you mean it”

Those words ignite a fire in him as he starts to thrust in and out of you meanly, like there’s a time limit on your part and you might suddenly up and leave

Screams and squeals come of you unexpectedly, you react to him in a way no prior partner has ever brought out of you, not being able to help the sounds that you let out

He revels in it, determined to please you so well that it’ll be cemented in your mind nobody will ever be able to satisfy you the way he is right now

A damn good job he’s doing too, your toes are curling and you’re pulling him closer until you’re chest to chest and your lips reach for his again, clashing against each other

His plump and swollen lips go to trail down your body and he bites and sucks hard enough to leave a claiming mark near your collarbone as his hips aim upwards to find that spot that makes you go limp

The taste of your sweat accompanied by the mewls you pour out makes his cock pulse painfully in the best way, the blend of senses having him believe he’s reached utopia

“r-right there! harder, fuck— yes” you hum at the end of your sentence

That was the green light he needed, his movements become rougher, he thinks to himself if this is his only chance to have you like this, beneath him, your eyes crossing, mouth slack with sobs escaping you, he’ll die a happy man

Both your hearts pang in a way that neither of you will mention for now, not from the physical exertion but with the lingering thoughts of how this was wrong, it doesn’t matter though, the way your other leg wraps around him to keep him as close as possible while he lets out a string of whimpers is telling of how inevitable this was.

Even with this being your first time having each other like this, Jooyeon can tell you’re close to your climax with the way you’re tugging at his hair, his fingers move to start circling your clit rapidly

“cum for me, give it to me baby” he commands, voice husky with the craving to experience you falling apart

His cock keeps thrusting intensively, but he holds back on his own release, wanting to observe you experiencing it first

He gets you there quickly with the added stimulation, your whole body spasms and you cry loudly while having a tight grip on his back, creating red lines down it as you claw at the pale skin. You reach your blissful peak, tears spill from your eyes and the walls of your cunt clench around him in a way that demands him to fill you up with his load.

He complies with no doubt, moaning along with you. Soon his hips slow down, riding the feeling out before it’s gone, stilling before exiting out of you, not without a sound of disapproval on your part, he goes to lay on his back side next to you

The post nut clarity hits both of you like a freight train, staring at the ceiling for a minute while the air returns to your lungs. Guilty thoughts swirl around in your head enough to overwhelm you, he becomes the first to break the silence and says “did I prove myself?”

You laugh humorlessly “prove what exactly?”

A shy but toothy smile crosses his face, turning his body towards you “that I do need you, that… I love you more than a friend should”

His truthful words bring you back to the reality you need to accept, you just had sex with your best friend who sees you as more than a friend, likewise, as you do.

You sigh out as you tell him “fuck…. I didn’t think this is how it would go”

He tsks in a flirtatious manner “were you planning to take me out on a fancy dinner or something?”

You let out a sound of annoyance as you reach for a pillow to hit him with “fuck off jooyeon!”

Instead he pulls you in, and now you’re nose to nose with him, his hand squeezing your cheek, he sweetly tells you with soft eyes “I fell in love with you a long time ago”

Your breath hitches, it’s like he tugged your heart out of your chest and was holding it out in front of you in his hands, you bite your lip as you try to justify why you didn’t tell him you felt the same sooner

“no need to be sappy, I love you too” you whisper to him

He breaks into a wide grin before he pulls you in for a tight hug while letting out a fake cry

“I never thought this day would come!” he exclaims

“you’re fucking ridiculous dude” you spit out, trying to escape away from his hold

He winces and gags, “my god, you know you can never ever call me that again, right?”

Going along with his request you squish his cheeks together with one hand, moving his head left to right “okay baby” you indulge him, exaggerating the y in the last word

“Pet names so soon?” He baits with a wiggle of his eyebrows

You pout at him “you said it first!”