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he’s the prettiest man alive im gonna kms

too much 𐙚 eunseok

warnings. smut, best friend!eunseok, big cock!eunseok, verbal teasing, unprotected sex, riding.

wc. 1.2k

summary. your best friend makes a joke about his cock being too big for you and decide to prove him wrong.

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“what?”

“yeah, it’s just too big for most, definitely too big for someone like you”

you’d been friends with eunseok for years, but nothing he had ever said before stuck with you that way that comment was and the worst part about it? eunseok knew. he knew what he was doing when he made the stupid comment, he knew it would become an itch on your body that could only be scratched by trying it out and proving him wrong.

“the majority of girls i’ve been with haven’t been able to take the size of my cock, most pussies can’t handle it, you definitely wouldn’t be able to”

it took a little over two weeks before you gave in to the itch. a little over two weeks before you were stood in front of eunseok in your living room, almost angry at him as he sat manspread on your sofa. eunseok’s demeanour was much calmer than yours, he seemed entertained by you, that pissed you off more.

“you’re such a bitch” he laughed as you insulted him, head cocking to the side in question of your argument.

“i’m sorry?” you groaned and rubbed your eyes, moving to stand directly in front of him as you let out your frustrations.

“all i’ve thought about these past two weeks is that stupid fucking comment you made about your stupid fucking being too big for me to take like what the fuck eunseok” he sat up a little straighter, narrowing his eyes at you.

“did it make you uncomfortable?”

“no all it done was make me want to prove you wrong” he raised his eye brow, not bothering to hide the smile that was growing on his lips. you took no notice of how entertained he was, pushing away the thought that you were giving him exactly what he wanted as you continued to speak “of course i can take all of you i’m not weak eunseok, why do you underestimate me so much?” he sat back against the sofa, he looked inviting, he wanted to look inviting.

“why don’t you prove me wrong then, huh? unless you know you can’t” that pushed you over the edge, his taunted you and he knew what he was doing. you groaned as you pushed his shoulders back and straddled his lap, his fingers curled around your waist. you took a deep breath before you looked at him, he pressed you down against his cock, he hadn’t worn anything under his sweats and you had to hold back a gasp as you felt him against you.

he noticed the way your eyes widened, how you gulped when he slowly dragged you across his lap, he couldn’t wait to taunt you about it. “why don’t you take it out and see for yourself?” you were quiet as you pulled down his sweats, inching them down enough so you could wrap your hand around his cock and release it from them.

your gaze was focused on his cock as you held it in your hand, you sighed shakily as you felt him harden more in your grip. sure, he didn’t lie about being big, but you were still sure you could take him. maybe not as easily as you had first anticipated but you happily accepted the challenge. wanting nothing more than to prove him wrong.

“what? too big?” he laughed at his own question, taunting you as you stared at him. you gulped and looked at his face, shaking your head before pushing yourself up on your knees.

“i can take you, i could take you in my sleep it wouldn’t even wake me” he laughed again, patting your thighs with his hands.

“whatever you say, love” you pumped him slowly in your hand “don’t you want me to prep you, just incase it’s too big?” you shook your head.

“i’m certain i can take you without keep eunseok, i don’t need any help” he nodded and smiled, he thought it was cute how determined you were, how eager you were to prove to him that you could take him.

you pushed your shorts to the side, underwear being pushed alongside of them as you lined yourself up with eunseok’s cock. you were soaked, wet enough for soemthing to slip inside of you easily, and he would’ve, if he wasn’t so thick.

eunseok steadied you, hands gripping your waist as you wrapped your cunt around the head of his cock. you whimpered as he stretched you out, eyes locking with his as you took him a little deeper. his lips were parted, you felt insanely good around his cock, so wet and warm, even better than he had imagined you would.

“can’t take it all?” his voice was a little weaker yet he still held that cocky tone, pushing you as you had only taken half of his cock by this point.

“i can” you whimpered, voice shaky as you sank down on the rest of his. your eyes widened as he filled you up, your thighs shook as you tried to relax on him. eunseok was almost in a daze as he looked at you, his grip tightening on your waist as you basically sat there warming his cock. he felt as if he was going insane as your walls fluttered around him.

“you seem overwhelmed baby”

“i’m not” you were. your hands dug into his shoulders as you lifted yourself and dropped yourself back down, a whimper filled the room the moment you did. he knew you were struggling to take it but he wasn’t going to let you know that, instead he let you take your time and once you’d gotten ahold of yourself he let go of you, hands folding behind his head as he leaned back into the sofa.

“you proved me wrong pretty girl” he groaned, eyes barely opened as you bounced yourself on his cock, taking all over him repeatedly as he filled your senses, turning you almost cock drunk from how well he filled you up “i never should have doubted you, your pussy is perfect for me” you moaned at his words, eyes shutting as you moved yourself quicker on his cock, nails digging deeper into his skin as you blocked out the rest of the world.

“i think i’m gonna cum”

“go ahead baby” he let you fuck yourself on his cock, he watched you as you brought your fingers to your clit and rubbed yourself, seemingly careless of anything else, shamelessly as you drive yourself to your orgasm. your whines echoed throughout your living room, eunseok let you use him until you were collapsing against him, crying out into his chest. his hands went to your ass, he moved you gently on his cock as he let your tightening cunt milk him of his own orgasm. you shook in his grip, whimpering a little louder as you sat still on his cock.

he wrapped his fingers in your hair, gently lifting your head from his chest so he could look at you. his other hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your heated skin before he laughed.

“good girl”

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Eunseok in photos:

Bro is a pro at Mewing…

FACE CARD NEVER DECLINESSS!!!

@jenosbigtoe , you were the only person I could think of whilst finding these pics🤭🫶🏻

big dick leejeong is a huge yes

Ikr?! Him stuffing you completely full, sick stretching you out ☝️😕I need him so fucking bad 😫

over-stepping.

“but tonight, you belong to me.”

you come to him after breaking with your boyfriend. he’s been waiting for this moment ever since you moved in with him. a moment of vulnerability. a moment for him to overstep a few boundaries. but it’s all to make you feel better. after-all, that’s what he’s here for to make you feel better. but nothing changes. it never does.

song eunseok. ft lee sohee.

angst. smut. no verbal “yes” so dub-con to be safe

your knuckles started to ache, fingers trembling as you gripped onto the doorknob of his room. the sound of his bed creaking and someone elses’ moans slipped under the crack of the door — someone else was in there with him. an intense ringing in your ears and the sudden urge to vomit came crashing over your body just at the mere thought of what you would witness if you opened that door. it had to be a sick joke, it was a sick joke. right? you weren’t hearing what you thought you were hearing — no this isn’t right. this isn’t how it’s supposed to play out. no, he’s supposed to be yours. who else can he possibly have in his bed? how could he do this to you. he told you that he wouldn’t do it again.

sohee — a sweetheart, but also a fuck-ass liar. a cheater who can’t keep his word to save his stupid life. but he’s still a sweetheart.

what a lame gimmick. but how did it get to this?

tonight was an exciting night. a very exciting night. so exciting that it had you seated in front of the vanity in your room, makeup thrown across the surface. clothes tossed around in heaps and music blasting through the enclosed space. you were getting ready to go and see sohee. it had been weeks since the last visit — even though you lived no more than twenty minutes apart. but he said he needed his space here and there.

and who were you to not give that to him?

in the midst of beating your face to perfection, you failed to realize the sound of your creaky bedroom door opening and your roommate, eunseok, sliding in. situating himself into your bed in the process. the alarmingly loud thud of his body meeting your mattress made you whip around in the seat — grasping onto the loose t-shirt that framed your body from shock after realizing what the noise was.

“oh my god, you can’t do that seok.” catching your breath, throwing a makeup brush towards his direction before turning back to face the mirror. remembering that you were using that brush, you just huffed while looking for another one. as you searched, the same object that you used to attack him was being thrown right back at you — striking the back of your head.

getting into his feet, eunseoks’ laughter got closer and closer until he was hovering over you. leaning his body onto the back of your chair, he planted his hands onto the table. scanning the contents before making eye contact with you through the mirror. “what are you dolling up for anyway? i don’t remember you mentioning anything important this week.” his confusion mixed with curiosity lead to his hands grabbing some random blush that you had discarded. examining the product as he waited.

“getting ready to see sohee. he invited me over.” responding in a low tone as you focused on getting your liner to match each other. elbows resting up on the vanity as you tried to keep steady. being so focused on your eyelids that you just barely missed the male rolling his eyes. just barely though. “what are you rolling your eyes for??” questioning him, you placed the pen down, looking at him through the mirror once more. waiting to hear whatever bullshit opinion he has floating around his head.

“come on, you know why.” lowering his chin down onto your head, you stayed silent — waiting for him to further elaborate. sighing, eunseok continued, “he admitted to cheating on you, not just once but multiple times yn. and you’re still so quick to run back to him. and then you come to me begging me to tell you what to do, and every single fucking time i-“ his rant was cut short by the buzzing of your phone. hands darting to pick up the device, sohees’ name glowed on the screen. swiping to open the text, it was almost as if the world came crashing down and bursted into flames. nothing could have prepared you for the moment he would breakup with you over text.

so much for a peaceful day.

pushing yourself from out the the seat, you were out the door before eunseok could even react. throwing on a a pair of beatup af1s and one of eunseoks’ jackets that hung near the door — still in your pajama shorts. fumbling with your car keys as the cold night air hit your body. his words on loop in your mind as you turned on the car.

this isn’t gonna work anymore.

body hot, you darted through the doors of his apartment complex. sweat lining your face as you beelined up to the elevator, heads turning as you rushed through the once peaceful lobby. once at your destination, your movements didn’t slow. only quickening as the pads of your fingers smashed against the elevator button. breath low and heavy, mouth dry and legs weak — you waited for the machine to reach your floor. mechanical doors opening, you pushed your body into the tight space, the judge-mental stares of the recent occupants lingering on your body as you desperately, frantically abused button to the 8th floor. body trembling, you stood in front of the sliding doors.

you looked like a lunatic.

but that was the least of your concerns, all you could think about was his text. the text that sent you spiraling in a matter of seconds. the text that would be the reason you drove through the streets like a loon. he wanted to cut it off, but no. no he can’t do that. he’s yours and you’ll do anything to keep it that way. the ding of the elevator snapped you out from the manic episode, paranoia, you were experiencing. tripping over your own two feet, you sprinted down the corridor — finally reaching apartment 119. feet heavy, you stood idle.

an unsettling feeling flooding your senses. fingers twitching as your eyes burned holes into the wood that you walked through so many times in the past. the door that you were pushed up against after the first date. the door that he shoved your body out of whenever he was upset. the same frame where you sobbed and screamed at him after catching him messing around for the first time.

the door that you always crawled back to.

it all made your heart throb as you twisted the discolored metal. allowing yourself into the space, the strong, nearly sickening smell of cashmere and vanilla made your head spin. the home was dark, but the layout was engraved into your mind — due to spending multiple nights hastily undressing in the pitch black and finding yourself in his room. making way to said room, your feet brushed against a heap of clothing that laid abandoned in the hall. then it hit you, the creaking of his bed-frame and muffled yet ear-splitting moans drowning out the harsh sound of your footsteps hitting his hardwood floor.

holding onto the knob of his room, your heart beat pounded and throbbed in your ears. hot tears getting ready to stream down your puffy cheeks as you listened to the shameless groans that seeped from the cracks of the wood and into your ears — going straight to the deepest depths of your heart and giving the organ a good punch. it was like a slap in the face, this couldn’t be how it ends. no it’s not, you’re just hallucinating.

but you’re not.

a choked out cry of his name gave you whiplash. also giving you the strength you needed to swing open the only thing that was holding you back from the truth. the truth that would inevitably lead to the death of your heart. the truth that would make your breath get stuck in your throat. the sight was like a kick to the gut, staring at the way his hips kept moving even when his face tilted up to meet yours — that sweet smile plastered on his face as his hand was stationed ontop of his latest flings head.

it was as if time had stopped, and you were stuck watching your everything, replace you faster than you could blink. your stomach contracted and ached. legs weakening at the urge to vomit crept up on you before you could even register the feeling in your mind.

stumbling back, your body hit the wall — sending a harsh shockwave down your spine. hands wrapping around your own waist, the option to cry or scream bounced around your mind like a pinball. cheeks hot and puffy, eyes red and swollen, lips parted in pure, raw horror — your body started to hyperventilate instead. blinking away any tears that attempted to escape your irritated and itchy eyes, it was all too much. your balance was fucked — stumbling over nothing, you pushed yourself through his home and out the front door. not bothering to close it as you held onto the wall while trying to find the elevator. it was almost as if you’re whole body was shutting down and the hallway kept getting longer.

head spinning, vision blurred— you finally found the hunk of metal. looking down at your feet, your thumb smashed the button, while your other arm tightened around your body. this whole experience made you sick to your stomach, it was almost as if you could puke there and then. the ding of the elevator making your head snap up. the doors sliding open at an agonizingly slow rate — almost as if it was trying to drag out the torture that you were feeling. as you dragged yourself into the elevator, the echo of your name rang out. he was coming and he was moving quick. desperately hitting the lobby button, your body slid down the wall when the doors closed and you started to descend onto the lower floors.

maybe eunseok was right, he won’t change.

dragging yourself through the now empty lobby, all you wanted to do was curl up and die. but it was bound to happen and in all honesty — it was your fault for being him. over and over again, he would lie and you would believe him. falling back into the same trap, that same cycle of misery. you just wanted to believe he would change.

because how can the sweetest boy you know, be one of the sickest people to ever exist?

leaning back in your drivers seat, your face was covered in tears and your balled up fist repeatedly attacked the flesh of your thighs. the skin bruising with every hit, voice cracking with each staggered breath you took in. lips raw from your teeth sinking into them in weak attempts to hold back hiccups.

eunseok sat waiting in the living room, watching as your little dot on his map got closer to your shared apartment. leaning into the cushions of the couch, he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. the sight of you rushing out to try and salvage a relationship that should have been scrapped months ago. he would never say it to your face, bur he truly found you pathetic — a pretty girl who was too trusting. too afraid of losing people who only brought her down. a girl who yearns for the slightest bit of affection, comfort, love. glancing back down at the device, your little blue dot was right outside the door. probably trying to collect yourself before having to face eunseok again.

taking it upon himself, eunseok walked over to the door, pulling it open to be met with a startled you. eyes glossed over, eyeliner running down your face, bottom lip tucked under your teeth — it was a sight straight from a 80s romance novel. eyes scanning your body, his gaze lingered on the way your lips quivered ever so slightly.

expanding his arms, your body came crashing into his. clawing onto his shoulders while his arms held onto your waist. leading you back into the home, closing the door in the process. eunseok allowed you to weep and breakdown into him. swaying side to side in an attempt to soothe your mind — it almost made him feel bad for you. but how could he when all he did was tell you how you should, needed to leave him. being the mediator in your life was getting exhausting, and he truly didn’t know how much more he could put up with.

pulling away, he took the time to swipe at any tears that lingered. then leading you into your room. only for you two to stand there. back turned to him, you slowly glanced over your shoulder to stare at him. so many words being spoken through a simple gesture — until was now leading you to his. there, you waited until he was seated. laying your head in his lap, curling up into a ball as his fingers brushed loose strands of hair from your face. the sound of cars zooming below his cracked open window and the dim city lights leaking into the dark room, past the partly opened curtains. your shallow breathing paired with sniffles filling whatever empty space remained. it

“what did i tell you?” brushing his fingers over your warm cheeks, it came to no surprise when you started rambling incoherent and unfinished sentences, trying to defend yourself. sitting up in front of the male, you could feel yourself get worked up all over again. the waterworks starting up again as you started gasping for air as if it was getting forcefully sucked from out of your chest with every sentence. “i thought he would change, i really did.” face scrunched up in discomfort, eunseok pulled you onto his lap — head falling into the crook of his neck as he massaged your back. continuing to spew out senseless sentences that fell onto deaf ears. the feeling of your tears soaking his shirt for the second, but not the last, time tonight. hooking your arms around his neck in an attempt to stabilize yourself, eunseok moved his hands down to your hips. pushing them down ever so slightly. if you weren’t a mess, it would have been obvious what he was trying to do.

“it’s okay, i got you.” shifting beneath you, the now painfully obvious tent of his shorts rubbed against your thigh. lifting your head, there was a weird tension. attempting to slide off his lap, eunseoks grip only tightened. “let me help you, you’ll feel so much better afterwards, m’kay?” whispering into your ear, he pushed your body down onto his bed. hovering over above you for a moment before crashing his lips down onto yours. nipping and tugging at the already raw skin while his hands forced down your shorts, slipping them all your legs and onto his floor. hands on either side of your head, all you could physically do was let him undress your lower half, too weak from hysteria to even attempt to move.

removing himself from your body, eunseok got off the bed. standing on the side, he gripped onto your ankles — dragging your body to the edge and standing in between them. but he couldn’t help but watch, stare at the way your chest slowly moved up and down with each shaky breath. the way you shifted and writhed under his touch. it all went straight to his dick.

surprising, right? no? ok.

tugging down at his shorts, he pulled them down just enough for his dick to spring up. placing a hand onto your hip, eunseok used his other to drag his tip against your panties. leaving a wet-patch in its wake. a lazy smile on his lips as he teased and teased. slapping your thinly clothed cunt with his length. sliding his other hand down, he pushed the fabric aside, lining himself up with your heat.

“you’re gonna feel so much better, just let me do all the work.” pushing himself past your folds, the ache that you once had was replaced with a slight pain. it had been awhile since you even thought of having sex, refraining from such activities with the knowledge of sohees frequent relations. holding onto your ankles, eunseok folded your legs until they were touching your chest, giving himself the view that he had been longing to see. taking in the sight of you sucking him back in every time he pulled out. ignoring the way you called his name, telling him it was too much.

“you’ll adjust, just take it.” with every word, eunseok snipped his lips against your ass. causing a string of hoarse moans and whine leaving your lips. he was the silent type, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t losing his mind. collecting his composure, he continued speaking you through it, “i’m just here to make you feel better, you’re doing so well baby.” but you didn’t feel better, yeah you felt good. but you couldn’t help that your heart still longed for someone who didn’t care for you, while someone else was between your thighs.

maybe he’ll pick up the phone once this is over.

yana here- hi. heh. the way this took me barely a full day to finish and i thought it would take like 3. the idea was lingering in my mind all week, i started writing it at like 3PM yesterday, then stopped. continued at like 11 and finished right now! it’s currently 4PM. i hope you liked it, idk i liked writing it. kinda mad at myself for making sohee such a bitch but then its hot so idc. also, another abrupt ending because i like the idea of not finishing what i started. dont get mad at me or i’ll cry.

clogging tags again, i apologize but

SM genuinely i hope you rot in hell. all that hope i had of him coming back just gone like that. seunghan does not deserve any of this at all. it makes my heart hurt so bad for him. he deserves so much better than this. SM allows a man accused (who also admitted to it) of SA to redebut but is keeping another on hiatus for being an average teenager predebut. i really wish the best for seunghan, i hope that everything starts to get better. this will really hurt the boys in the long run. i hope they know none of this is towards them, but to their company who has failed time and time again to properly manage a group.

do not stream siren on any platform. as long as we’ve been waiting for this, you can wait longer. if we want seunghan back, then we have to stick to the boycott.

do you think lee jeonghyeon would be on the softer side or the rougher side? Cause I swear I see him as a soft dom but everyone says otherwise

I’m sorry but I personally think he can be both?! But I’m leaning more toward the soft Dom, at least until he has you in bed☝️🙂‍↔️

I think that it really depends on the day, but let the day be a bad day and your night is going to be filled with teasing, and edging 🤔him slowly torturing you then after a few delays letting you come on his cock. On better days I think he’d be so sweet, letting you cum as much as you want, mainly focusing on your pleasure 🤍

Not sure if you still take evnne requests, but if you do, how would jeonghyeon react to you crying 🧎‍♀️

Omg idk if you want this to be nsfw or sfw?! 😭ig I’ll do both!

I personally see jeonghyeon being a silent comforter? Like I don’t think he’d say much but he’d hug you and kiss your tears away☝️😔

But…

When he’s balls deep in you and your precious tears are starting spilling because the pleasures he is giving you is so intense?! I think that he’d enjoy that! Seeing his pretty baby get all worked up for his cock. If anything it would boost his confidence, knowing that he’s fucking you so good😋as u can tell, I’m a bigdick!jeonghyeon enthusiast 🎀

hai !!! i’m excited for your blog !!! do u have any thoughts that u wanna share about the 3 (kammy, brian, and jiho)? i don’t have any thoughts atm but if i can become 🎀 anon i will come here when i do!!!

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hello~ thank you so much, i’m excited too! i’m looking forward to having fun and seeing the community grow ^^

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ kamden is a dominant leaning switch. he has his moments where he wants to give up complete control, but oftentimes he likes to call the shots. he’s not harsh by any means, though. a soft dom, perhaps. i think he’s soft all around, not much into hard things, whether domming or subbing.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ brian is a sub. he seems like the type to go along with what others want, and that doesn’t change when it comes to his partner. he’s pretty vanilla as well, but may be open to experimenting with certain things. perhaps like overstimulation or edging.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ jiho is a service top. it can be a bit confusing at first, as it seems like he’s the one taking charge, but he follows your lead entirely. he’s not submissive nor dominant, really. his goal is just to have a good sexual experience and make sure you’re satisfied. your pleasure is his pleasure.

innocent 𐙚 anton lee

warnings. best friend!anton x female!reader, virgin!reader x experienced!anton, virginity loss, nipple sucking, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pulling out method, quite light-hearted, eludes to a corruption kink.

wc. 4k

summary. anton comes home for the summer and the two of you find yourselves having a deep conversation.

part of my late 2k prompt event

2. “let me take care of you”

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“how’s idol life?”

“tiring” anton shrugged as he responded to your question, hands resting on his stomach as he laid on your bed “i love what i do but sometimes i miss being back here” he turned his head to the side to look at where you sat on the bed next to him, back against the head board with with yours in his hair.

“at least you’re back for a few weeks” anton smiled softly at your reply, fingers pushing through the soft strands of his hair. his eyes were tired and he felt them begin to shut, yet he didn’t feel like sleeping yet. he found himself sitting up next to you instead.

“how have things been here? anything new? any boyfriends i need to beat up?” you laughed as your hands dropped to your lap.

“no one”

“and why not?” you shrugged at his question, paying no mind to how nosy your best friend was.

“i mean, the girls have been encouraging me to find someone over the summer but i don’t know how likely that’ll be”

“they want you to get into a relationship?”

“they want me to lose my virginity, tonnie”

“ah” the topic of your virginity wasn’t a sore one, the two of you just never discussed it “do you want to?” you shrugged again.

“yeah” you sighed for a moment, looking over at anton “but it’s okay it’ll happen one day”

“why do you want to lose it?”

“i just wanna know what it feels like, the girls are always talking about how good it is and how it feels so much better than when they do it themselves and i’m just curious i guess. there’s only so much a girl can do before she needs more” anton watched you carefully as you spoke, head tilting to the side as he thought.

“i get it, i was the same”

“how do you feel now you’re not a virgin?”

“the same, just hornier”

“oh that’s not good” his fingers found themselves tracing mindless patterns against the skin of your thigh “i don’t need more horniness”

“it gets that bad for you?” anton wasn’t sure why he was asking such questions, neither of you had ever delved into such a realm together before.

“yeah, sometimes i’m at it every night trying to get some sort of relief, most are filling with mediocre orgasms that barely make me feel anything”

“i didn’t realise you struggled so much” you laughed at his choice of words.

“i’ll be fine once i get some help”

“do you want some now?” anton was, well anton. he wasn’t bold, he was quiet, kept to himself, anton had absolutely never forwardly asked a girl if she wanted to sleep with him. until now, at least. he panicked for a moment, not knowing how you’d react to his sudden question.

“you want to take my virginity?”

“do you want me to?” silence filled the air as you looked at each other, his fingers paused their patterns as his hand flattered out on your thigh. it was in the moment that you realised just how close together you were, his hand on your skin sent heat to your core.

“yes”

“are you sure?”

“one hundred percent” anton nodded and squeezed your thigh. he moved himself, kneeling back so he could position you to lay on the bed, his fingers trailed along your thighs whilst he looked down at you.

“then let me take care of you, i’ll give you what you need, okay?” you nodded, eyes seemingly gazed over at the tension that had formed around the two of you.

anton could never have admitted his attraction to you out loud, part of him thought maybe he was being selfish by taking your innocence but the other part of him knew you wanted it too. anton could recall the first time he had a wet dream about you, how you bounced so prettily on his cock and cried out his name. he remembers how quickly he darted to the shower when he woke up and how even though he tried not to, he ended up with his hand flat against the tiled wall with his other tugging at his cock quickly, images of you flooding his mind as he came.

it was the start of a vicious cycle for anton, he felt like he’d just hit puberty by the way he was growing hard everytime he was around you, dreaming nightly about having your precious cunt wrapped around his cock whilst he drilled into you. sure, anton had girlfriends and one night stands and they usually took his mind off of things but once he saw you again he folded.

he wasn’t sure if having sex with you would make the dreams better or worse, but he guessed there was only one way to find out. one thing he knew though, was that you were even prettily in real life than in his dreams. your lips parted as you looked at his face, eyes focused on him as you let out a deep breath. beauty was subjective but anton believed anyone would’ve been blind to not see beauty in you.

focusing on the moment at hand, anton laughed lightly,l as he leaned over you, feeling one of your legs hook around his waist and your foot rub against the back of his thigh.

“what are you thinking about, tonnie?”

“how we ended up here” you frowned slightly as you looked at him.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”

“no no i do i promise i do, there’s nothing i want more than this. i know no one will give you the experince the way i can, love” you smiled lightly at him, hand reaching up to hold his cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin as your other hand pressed against his clothed chest.

“i trust you more than anything, i want this” anton sighed as he leaned closer to you, lips barely touching yours as he tested the waters. he pushed them a little further against yours, kissing you softly. the kiss only lasted for a short moment, a peck that confirmed to the both of you that this is what you wanted.

it only took a second of your lips to be parted for him to lean in again, lips pressing softly against yours as he brought you into a slow kiss, it made you feel dizzy as it grew deeper. your hand fingers their way to the strands of hair he had sitting at the back of his neck, breathing getting heavier as he continued to kiss you.

this was one of the things you craved most, the intense making out that left your cunt throbbing for attention. you weren’t sure on how to portray your need to anton without whining, the whine slipped out once he broke the kiss. his cheeks were flushed as he looked at you, his knee slipping in between your legs and pressing against your core, you gasped at the feeling.

“how are you feeling?” his voice was soft as he asked, barely speaking above a whisper.

“i need you” you believed the whimper that fell from you as you spoke was pathetic, but anton thought it was the hottest thing you’d ever done.

“need?”

“so bad tonnie, please” he could never deny anything you asked for, especially this. one final, gentle kiss to your lips was all it took before he knelt up once again. his fingers pushed under your shirt, looking at your face for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. “you can take it off, it’s okay” he nodded at your confirmation, fingers gently brushing against your skin as he pushed your shirt over your head and dropped it onto your bedroom floor.

he wasn’t expecting for you to be bare under your shirt, yet he was pleasantly surprised to find out you were. he couldn’t help but admire you, every skin was so soft as his fingers traced over it, nipples so hard as he thumb brushed against them. he took note of the way you squirmed as he brought his hand to cup your breast, your nipple being rubbed between his thumb and index finger before he leaned down.

as his hand squeezed one of your breasts, his other hand held the underneath of the other, pushing it up so he could wrap his lips around your nipple. he let his tongue glide over the hardening bud as he sucked lightly, letting your fingers lace them through his hair and pull gently as you whined at the unfamiliar feeling.

he savoured the feeling of your nipple on his tongue, already adoring the way your body reacted to him sucking on it. he released it from his lips before moving to the other one, this time his tongue poked out of his lips, flicking over the nub a few times before leaving open mouthed kisses against it. he felt his cock twitch in his pants when you moaned and pulled a little harsher on his hair.

he pressed a final kiss to your nipple before kissing along the valley between your pressed, lips parted leaving wet spots in his path as he made his was down your body. his fingers hooked over the the waist line of your trousers, catching your panties with it. he looked up at you for a moment, lips still attached to your skin as you nodded to him.

he hummed against your skin as he slowly pulled them off of you, head lifting as he dropped them to the floor, fingers curling around your inner thighs to part your legs for him. he groaned at the sight of you bare in front of him, opting to pull his own shirt over his head so you didn’t feel alone.

“you’re so pretty” he admired you from head to toe, your body made his heart flutter and the sight of your cunt glistening under the light left his cock fluttering too. he noticed the way your eyes lingered on his body, tracing every detail of his abs as he knelt before you. your fingers reached out to touch them, nails lightly raking against his skin before you looked at his face.

“so are you”

anton’s fingers trailed up your inner thighs before they reached your pussy, his thumbs pressed against your lips as he held them apart and looked at you. his mouth watered at the sight of your slick cunt.

“let me eat you out baby” you whined at the way he was looking at you and how he spoke to you, his words went right to your core.

“please” he moved back until he was laid on the bed, he looked up at you as his thumb brushed over your clit.

“have you ever been eaten out before?” you shook your head and whimpered, the situation growing intense and overwhelming you. there wasn’t a word you could think of to describe the way you felt toward anton in that moment, just primal need for him to touch you. anton found himself loving your answer, his mouth watering as he thought about tasting your untouched, innocent cunt.

he leaned forward, parting his lips and breathing over your slick folds before he placed a wide, open mouthed kiss over your pussy. he let his lips drag along your flesh before he done it again, being gentle as he kissed you. his hands hooked under your thighs so he could pull you closer to his face, tongue peaking out of his lips so he could press it against your slit, dragging it along your core before circling your clit with it.

he groaned as the taste of you filled his mouth, lips closing around your clit as he heard you whimper and felt your fingers grip at his hair. you were so sensitive, so sweet and whiny at every little touch. even with the small amount of stimulation anton had began to give you your hips were squirming under him, your shut as you took in the feeling of his tongue.

he was slow, not wanting to overwhelm you by going too fast. his tongue circled your clit, lips kissing over the top of it repeatedly, lips only wrapping around it and sucking on it when he thought you were ready. anton felt an intense spark run through his cock when you moaned a little louder at the feeling, the sound of you becoming breathless and moaning because of him made his cock leak.

he sucked a little harder on your clit, tongue flicking over it a little faster as he was determined to make you cum. somewhere during his actions, his middle finger found your sopping hole, the tip of it carefully circling it before he pushed it inside of you. you gasped as you felt it, his finger was longer than yours, thicker too. along side his tongue flicking over your clit, you felt as if your body was beginning to fall apart.

for a moment he released your clit, head lifting up to look at you as his finger curled inside of you. “how does it feel, baby?” you whimpered when you parted your lips, gimping as you felt another finger being pushed into you.

you were a stranger to fingering, yet it felt different having someone other than yourself do it to you, especially anton. “it’s good” your voice was weak, it was all anton needed to hear, the shaky, whiny undertone of your words had his heart melting. he smiled at you before ducking his head back down, two fingers curling inside of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit once more.

you couldn’t explain how you felt, there was an intense feeling running through your clit as anton sucked on it. you struggled to keep yourself quiet, couldn’t keep your eyes open nor could you stop your legs from shaking. the mix of his tongue with his fingers left you a wreck, unable to find a way to tell him that you were about to cum.

“cum when you’re ready baby” you whimpered hearing him talk against your cunt, his fingers speeding up their movements inside of you as he drove you to your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to feel you spilling onto his tongue and giving you your first ever orgasm from someone else.

the feeling of your orgasm hitting you was like nothing you’d felt before, you weren’t sure how to react as it ran through you. moans left you instinctively, anyone name slipping out without you realising as you came on his fingers and tongue. letting him drag out every last drop of your orgasm until you could give him anything more.

anton’s lips were slick when he lifted his head from your cunt, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your hole before looking down at you. he admired the way you were breathing heavily, how your eyes looked tired and how you struggled to keep them open as you attempted to regain your breathing. there was a subtle smile on your lips as your eyes opened, anton returned your smile as his hands soothingly rubbed your thighs.

“do you want to continue?” his question was simple but he needed to know, not wanting to give you too much all at once.

“please”

“i don’t have any condoms”

“i don’t either” you started, looking down at the bulge that had formed in his pants before looking back at his face “but i trust you, plus you can pull out right? i can get the morning after pill tomorrow just to be precautious” anton looked at you, fingers creeping up your skin before lacing with yours.

“it’s completely your choice baby” he lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing then softly against the back of it “i’m okay with whatever you want to do”

“then please tonnie, i need you” he nodded before kissing the back of your hand again, letting go of it as he stood up to remove his sweats and briefs. you never knew what to expect when seeing antons cock, the size being unknown to you until he revealed it. the thickness of his cock intimidated you slightly, it looked heavy as it weighed itself down, the tip red and slick, leaking slightly.

you watched as anton knelt up between your legs, his hand wrapping around his cock as he laid it against your stomach. your eyes stayed glued to it, fingers itching to wrap around it so you could feel it in your hand.

“go on, it’s okay” it overwhelmed you how easily anton could read what you were thinking. you let your hand fall to your stomach before you reached down to wrap it around his cock, it did feel heavy in your hand. anton groaned as he felt your soft skin glide against him, your hand feeling gentler than his ever had as it ran along his cock.

“is it going to fit?” your question was genuine and innocent, slight concern lacing your tone as you looked up at his face. anton almost hated the way his cock throbbed at the sound of it.

“it will” he nodded before continuing “but you don’t have to take all of me angel. i’ll be gentle with you and you can decide how much you want to take. if it’s too much we can stop okay? all you have to do is tell me”

“i love you tonnie” anton has heard you say that multiple times in the past but it felt different in this moment, your voice appeared more vulnerable as looked down at you. his hand reached for your face, thumb brushing over your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you softly.

“i love you too baby” his face stayed near yours, hand moving to lace his fingers through yours and press them down against the mattress near your head, letting you dig your nails into the back of his hand as he replaced your hand that was wrapped around his cock with his own.

“are you ready, love?” you gulped at his question, eyes watching his. he looked at you with a gentle gaze, never taking his eyes off of yours.

“i’m ready tonnie” he watched you for a moment, tip of his cock pressing against your soaked clit. your lips parted at the feeling, breathing growing a little deeper as he dragged it down your slit.

he was focused on you when he pressed the head of his cock against your inviting hole, he felt you clench before he properly pushed it in. his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand, lips pressing against your temple.

“you can relax baby, it’s okay” you took a deep breath as you tried to let your body relax, allowing yourself to sink into the sheets under you. anton paid mind to the way you gasped when the head of his cock shifted inside of you, pressing slightly deeper as his girth stretched you out.

you opened your mouth, wanting to tell him how big he felt but all you could do was whimper. it didn’t hurt the way you’d first believed it would, but the stretch was overwhelming. it wasn’t painful but there was an ache in your cunt that you couldn’t shift, the only way the ache hurt was because you were aching for something more, but you weren’t sure what that something more was.

“is it too much?” anton wasn’t all the way inside of you, the parts of himself he did give you were slowly being dragged in and out of you. letting you adjust to the way you were taking him. you shook your head at his question, gulping before trying to respond.

“i want more” you sounded broken when asking for more, anton groaned a little louder as he shifted more of himself inside of you, watching your face carefully as he slowly pushed the rest of his cock into your welcoming heat.

anton felt overwhelmed but he didn’t want to show it. you were wrapped tightly around his cock, your slick making it hot inside. he wanted to make you feel good, wanted you to feel safe and comfortable under him whilst you took his cock but you just felt so good, too good, it took a lot in him to not go dizzy because of it.

he kept himself still once his cock was seated completely inside of you, looking at you as you clenched around him. your eyes opened gently as you looked back at him, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wide, he looked like a mess. a pretty one, at least, but a mess. you wondered just how much he was suffering from this.

anton’s free hand laced through your free one, both of your hands now intertwined as he pulled his hips back before pushing them forward again. it was a smooth, slow motion. his cock filled you up incredibly well. the ache you felt in your core was beginning to fade, having every inch of him inside of you only increased the pleasure you felt inside of you, rather than an ache.

“it’s so good tonnie” your voice broke mid sentence, eyes not being able to stay open as he fucked you slowly, stretching out your cunt with each soft thrust forward. whine-like moans fell from your lips as you took him, anton found himself groaning during it too.

“you feel so fucking good baby” anton moaned as he spoke back to you, his forehead pressing against yours as he basked in the way you felt around him, finding himself quickly becoming obsessed with how perfectly your cunt molded around him.

within a few moments one of his hands let go of yours, soon enough you felt his thumb press against your clit, small circles being rubbed against the slick, swollen numb as he continued to fuck you slowly.

“wanna make you cum” he told you, head lifting from yours so he could look down at you, thumb speeding up as his thrusts stayed the same “want you to cum around my cock, baby” you nodded and whined a little louder at his words, already feeling your body heat up a little more as he continued pleasing you.

“i don’t think im gonna last long tonnie” you whined through your words, back arching up, chest pressing against his as his cock slipped a little deeper inside of you, head seemingly finding a spot inside of you that had moan after moan slipping from your lips.

“it’s okay baby you can let go whenever you’re ready” he treated you so well, cared for you as if you were going to break apart at any second, you were fragile under his touch. all he wanted to do was make you cum around his cock and bring you to heaven.

bringing you to your second orgasm brought anton joy, but also left him tilting toward the edge. he let you fall apart under him, feeling your legs shake and your fingers dig into his hand and back as he fucked you through it. only pulling out once he knew you were done. anton quickly found himself kneeling up over your body, hand jerking off his cock as he released himself over your skin.

looking down at you, anton couldn’t help but admire the way his cum covered the skin of your stomach and how tired your pretty face was. he kissed you again, lips barely touching yours as he let you relax under him. it took him a few moments to get the courage to stand up and leave you, almost rushing to find a towel to help you clean up, gently dragging it along your flesh to help you before letting it fall onto the floor. caving the moment he heard you whine for him to come back to you.

once he did, his fingers raked through your hair as you laid against his chest, arms wrapped around his body tightly as if he was going to disappear within seconds. he could feel your body growing heavy against his, breathing steadying out as you allowed your exhaustion to take over your body.

anton wasn’t sure how the following day would play out for the two of you and how this would affect your friendship, he could only pray that any change that was incoming would be good.

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noooooooooooo i know bestie jay already has a part 2 but i neeeeeeeed a part 3 it was sooooooongoooooood

more of this—> and this—> warning. coercion, manipulative pervert bestie Jay, he’s nasty ;o, unprotected sex, breeding

THIS IS THE LAST PART! no more after this🩷

“So, you fucked.”

It’s not that Jay’s surprised, he’s not even all that bothered, but he is curious.

He’s seen Sunghoon around the locker room, he knows he’s bigger than him. There’s no way the photos he sent you fulfilled your expectations.

Trying to hide a frown, you nod, twirling the straw in your drink. “We did, I don’t know. After the pictures and everything I felt crazy.”

“Crazy how?” Jay leans in, voice low, shoving his half eaten plate of food aside. He wants to ask more, of course, really grill you and interrogate, find out if you saved the pictures he sent you. But that could incriminate him, too suspicious. He has to keep it cool.

You shrug, leaning back with a tired sigh. “Like.. he’s hot, don’t get me wrong. Super hot. I guess I pictured it going differently.”

“Well darling,” he chuckles, grabbing the receipt before you can even think to. “That doesn’t really help me solve this dilemma for you.”

“Jayyyyyy.” Ah, you whine so cute, he doesn’t even hesitate to pay for your meal. Waving the waiter back over while you’re distracted fidgeting with your fingers. “You know how it is, when someone’s too good looking.. they have to have some type of flaw.”

Dragging his eyes down your upper half, he bites down on his lip, wanting to disagree. There’s no flaw when it comes to you, because he’s looked, searched high and low. You’re perfect for him, even if you don’t get that yet.

“Get to the point here babe, he’s good looking but his stroke game sucked?”

“I wouldn’t say it sucked.” You grimace, giving yourself away the more you search for something to distract your hands with. Choosing a napkin to shred into pieces. “I think.. maybe I had higher expectations because it was so hot through the phone.. but he—we, I didn’t even get to finish.”

Jay gasps, clutching his chest, jaw hanging loose. “Shut up!”

“I’m serious!” You whine again, resting your head against the booth. “Like, he didn’t even take me inside, just bent me over in the backseat..”

Backseat fuck? Please be joking. His teeth grind thinking about it, you’re better than a car fuck. You deserve a bed encrusted with diamonds and gold, a shrine to display your body. 

“That’s,” his tongue drags along the backs of his teeth, huffing a laugh. “That’s unbelievable. That guy talks a big game in the locker room. I knew he was full of it, probably jealous cause I don’t have to lie about my reputation.”

There’s a flicker of curiosity that passes your face, head tilted to the side. “What do you mean? Like, he’s competing with you?”

Jay laughs, slotting his card back inside of his wallet. “Could be. Always thought he held a grudge when he got nothing but bench warming done during the first season. Whatever, either way.” Slowly peering up, he locks on your intrigued gaze. “Could never be me. I’d rewrite history with my tongue inside of your pussy, leave you shaking harder than a fucking earthquake in Japan.”

The bottom row of your teeth appear first, juicy lower lip hanging loosely, pupils dilating. “Hah—wha—“

“I mean,” crossing his arms to purposely flex his biceps, he shrugs. “You know, if it wasn’t you. Any other girl, sure.”

“Excuse me??”

He scoffs, brushing you off. “Ugh, that’d be like fucking my sister.”

“Jay! Don’t say that!” You have the gall to look offended, glaring at him.

“God, he just went straight to fucking, huh?” He whistles, head shaking. “Couldn’t even eat you out or open your pussy up first?”

“Jay!” It’s cute how you still somehow find the audacity to glance around as if anyone nearby can over hear. Putting on this silly act of shame, as if you weren’t getting plowed through in the backseat of a mustang on your knees less than 24 hours ago.

“Seriously, such a shame.” A loud click of his tongue resounds, standing up, making extra effort to adjust his jeans. Cock shape fitted right against the crotch of his pants, not missing the way you can’t stop yourself from getting a look. “You always end up with these duds that could give a fuck about you cumming or not.” Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he leads you out to his car. Staying a step ahead even so to make sure he gets to the passenger door before you.

“Well, like you said,” you shift awkwardly, leaning against his car as he gets the door for you. “You have a reputation and apparently I’m too much like your fucking sister to even consider letting me experience that.”

Bingo.

Jay grins to one side, a cocky but charming smile, tapping the roof of his car. “It’d be too weird, you’re my best friend.”

He turns and moves closer, barricading you against his car with his palms flat on the hood behind you. “If we fucked, if I fucked you.” He licks his lips, gaze traveling down your face slowly, ending on your lips. “Showed you how it’s really supposed to be, how good it can feel. I don’t know babe.”

He sighs, moving in closer for your lower halves to press together. “How are you going to look me in the eye after I’ve had my dick so deep inside your pussy, make you feel that shit in the back of your throat.” 

“Jay, that’s—“

“Can you really have a conversation with me again without dripping between your thighs, without focusing on my tongue and all the ways I made you scream with my mouth latched on that pussy?”

“Oh.”

“You’re thinking about it, huh?” He has to laugh again, a deep ‘hah-hah-hah’. 

How can you not? He’s so fucking disgusting.

“Maybe.”

“Yeah well,” patting your hip, he pushes you to get inside the car. “Keep dreaming darling.”

“You’re staying over right? My parents won’t be home until super late.” You say suggestively, thighs clamped together tightly.

“I’ll stay as late as you’ll have me babe.” Jay’s smooth, he’s real smooth. You know he is, but maybe it’s how unsatisfied last night left you, dragging your ass home after getting fucked in less than 5 minutes. Maybe it’s the way your best friend uses one hand to drive you home, pats your thighs while you crack jokes and mess up song lyrics. 

“Jay, we’re best friends.” 

“Uh, yeah.” He snorts, pulling into park. “Stating the obvious?”

“Why don’t you talk to me about girls much? I tell you everything..” you head to your bedroom together, jumping onto your bed with him in tow. “Like, I don’t even think I know what your type is? You literally know my body count, probably better than me.”

He does, he can name your first kiss, time and place. The first guy that fingered you, first one that ate you out, first that got to fuck you. He can name them all, and none of them have been him.

“My type..” he sits next to you, pulling his favorite pillow of yours to his chest. Hugging tightly for the scent of your shampoo permanently drenched through the cotton to emit. “I like..” looking at you from the corner of his eye, he reaches for your knee, thumb caressing. “Cute girls, that play extra dumb with me. Pretty face, you know..” he fully turns to look at you, pinching your chin with his other hand. “Like yours, and well,” he nods, continuing down your body, hand dropping to your chest. “Nice body, not too fit, curvy in the right places.”

“Jay..”

“Basically you.” He smiles, a forced smile. A smile to hold up this act and not crush under the weight of the truth. Because if you wanted to know the truth, no bullshit, he’d rip his heart out of his chest for you and let you break him in half. He’d empty his soul if you asked, whatever your wish is, he’d figure out how to make it come true.

“You know.” It’s easy to grab his hand, there’s no fear or shyness. Even with your heartbeat fastening, stomach fluttering. “It’s stupid but whenever I get a crush I always end up comparing them to you. Like Sunghoon right, he’s got that crazy jawline, and I’d think about how yours is still sharper, more angled.” 

Instinct has him straightening his spine, jaw muscles flexing, lifting his eyebrows up playfully. “I definitely have something you can’t compare to any of them..”

“Show me then.” You urge just as playfully, swinging your hands. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jay sits up onto his knees, thighs smushed together in the position, jeans squeezing around the muscles. “Think you can handle it?”

“I think I can.” 

He’d swoop at the chance to make fun of you if not for how fast your expression shifts. Eyes gone hooded, lips pouting out and parted open, unabashedly ogling his pronounced size. 

As much as he wants to keep up his confident image, he’s screaming inside. The horny teenager that started jerking off to the thought of you years ago after seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time coming out of his dark gloomy cave to shout at the top of his lungs. This is it, this is his chance.

“Don’t say ‘damn!’ when you see how big I am.” Leave it to Jay to break the tension with a corny line, making you smack your face and groan. His shoulders bounce, unzipping himself and shoving his jeans under his ass. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Stopppp.”

Despite moving closer, he can sense how nervous you are now. The way you continue to look around and play with your hair. He rolls his eyes and grabs one of your hands right before you can toy with your earring. “Quit fucking around.”

To be fair, it’s not technically the first time you’ve seen his dick. Albeit that was years ago, and he’s grown ten times in size since the days you’d rinse off together quickly after hours at the pool. Even back then Jay was never very shy about his body, clearly carrying that confidence into adulthood. 

“Are we about to fuck?” You’re asking jokingly, allowing him to direct your hand to his covered bulge, gripping around yours to make you squeeze him. 

“Only if you let me hit it raw.”

“Jongseong.”

“Serious, I’ll eat you out for hours.” The stern tone you say his full name in does nothing to deter him, nothing can now that he has you this close. Even if you didn’t want to at this point, he wouldn’t be able to stop. The thought makes his cock jump, groaning and gripping your hand around him harder. “Suck my cum right out of you, spit it back down your hole only to suck on your clit again. Get you nice and numb with my mouth, have you begging for me to eat your ass next.”

“Are you always this depraved?” There’s that fraudulent shame again, the prudish act as if he can even count the dicks you’ve taken with 2 sets of hands. The way you cower and flush lets him know all he needs to know, leaning in to press his lips against your cheek. 

“I’m worse baby, exactly what you wish they all were.” Whispering huskily, he shoves your hand inside his boxers, thrusting up against your palm, eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh my God.” You gasp, fingers trembling, inspecting the girth you can barely wrap around completely. 

“Tell me how wet your pussy is.” Jay’s hands roam down your body, squeezing your waist on his way to your hips to hike up your shorts; scrunching the material up between your thighs painfully.

“Shit, you’re—“

“Do they ever get you this wet?” There’s arrogance laced throughout the question, smirking against your cheek. “I can hear it.”

It’s embarrassing because it’s true, clenching your eyes shut with another rough tug on your shorts. The sound of your cotton underwear rubbing against your cunt plays obscenely. Little splatsplats, squeezing more slick from your excited hole. “Answer me.”

“J-jay.” Oh fuck you’re already whimpering. Not even the voice messages you sent moaning could compare to this, vibrating through his ear, shooting shockwaves straight to his cock. He has to swallow hard, growling deep in his chest. 

“That’s not good enough.” Rough calloused guitar playing hands slap your exposed buttcheeks, shorts wedged up in-between. “Who gets you wet like this?”

“Y-you do, s’only you.” 

That’s it. That’s what he wants to hear, what he needs to hear. Coughing back a moan, he twists your body fast, even catching your breath as he knocks your back to his chest and dives in to cup your cunt. “Shit. Fuck.”

The hard pads of his fingers find your clit, chin hooked over your shoulder watching his hand disappear inside. The way you chant his name between struggling breaths has the veins lining his forearm flexing, rubbing figure eights on your bundle of nerves. “Little clit all hard for me.” 

“Ahh—don’t say that!” 

He’s had enough of this modest act, groaning as he grips your shorts and panties to one side. His hand draws free to land a few heavy palmed hits between your thighs, rocking against your ass that bounces up and down upon impact. “Don’t you dare tell me what I can and can’t say, do you hear me?”

“Jay, fuck!” He hardly gives you a chance to breathe properly, shoving your chest down onto the bed, he hooks onto your ruined shorts. It’s this moment that has him floating, slowly rolling the material down your hips, exposing inch after inch. Perky ass bouncing with each new tug, lighting his erection up with pure heat. 

The amount of wet arousal that greets him could save a country from dying out of thirst, releasing globs of slick the second he exposes your hole. Jay can’t stop the round of curses that fly out from there, shoving your bottoms and panties all the way down to your ankles. He makes a place for himself between your legs, freeing himself of his jeans and briefs. “You’re sure about this.”

Because I’m not going to stop, even if you scream. No matter how much you cry and claw.

“I’m—“ your head turns, neck twisting back to look at him with your pretty sweet eyes. Eyes that look at him as if he holds the entirety of your universe in his hands. “I’m—want it. Want you to.”

“I know.” Bending over on your back, he gathers your hair away from your face, kissing up and down your cheek. Pecking a saliva wet kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Because you’re a fucking slut. You know what sluts love?”

Tears well up in your eyes, glittering at him so prettily, accepting how right he is about you with a small shake of your head. 

Jay sits up, fully mounting your backside, scratching his blunt nails from your lower back to your waist. He grips around tight, forming a belt choking your breath out with his firm hold to keep your head against the bed. Your shoulders and tits pressed down, ass high up on the air, pussy on full display.

The fat blunt tip of his cock presses to your hole, rolling your eyes up instantly. “Sluts like you..”

He breathes raggedly, gaze passing from the whites of your eyes, down your spine, over his veiny hands constricting you, gliding over the ripples rolling up your ass down to where his cock teases at your entrance. “They love to get fucked.”

It’s as if your mind goes completely blank when he’s fully inside. Mouth hung open pouring out copious amounts of drool, dead gaze staring out ahead, pussy clamped tight around his size. You’re every bit of the brainless whore he’s ever wished for, taking the entirety of his cock with only one full thrust. Wetness splatters all over the lower half of his stomach and thighs, immediately falling into a heavy neck-breaking speed. Hips clap down on your ass, fat cock burying in deep, hitting your g-spot full on. 

“Wish you could see yourself right now.” Jay rasps, pounding into you harder and faster. “Perfect little slut, my perfect little fucking slut.”

“Yesyesyes!” 

“Keep screaming for me like that.” It’s music to his ears, the claps of your wet skin against his. The cries between your moans, the broken way you keep repeating his name. “Who fucks you,” he pants, lost in his pleasure, lost in your pleasure. “Who fucks you as good as your best friend?”

Your walls immediately clench around him, pushing out a wet gushing sound on the next thrust in. Jay grunts, digging his nails into your skin to hurt, desperate to leave some marks behind. “Speak up!”

“Jay! Jay! You! Youyouyou!” Your screaming can hardly break through the sound of your wet pussy taking his thick size. 

“Sucking me in so good, how is your pussy this fucking good.” He’s rambling nonsense, stealing glances at his cock diving in and out, cunt skin stretched around his girth. Tip kissing your cervix at this angle so so good, just right. “You’re gonna cum for me.”

It’s not a question, but an order. His weight comes down on your ass, lifting up onto his feet to climb up and fully mount you, palm slapping down on your nape lodging your face against the bed. “Cum for me right the fuck now!”

He barrels in at a pace that has your toes curling, eyes at the back of your skull, gasping for breath between his weight landing down on you full force. Each bury of his cock hits right where you need as if Jay memorized the map of your insides somehow. “I’m—I’m cu—“

The most intense wave of pleasure cuts you off, scrabbling to grip onto your bed sheets, knees sliding down. He fucks you through it, moving down with you where you lay flat on your stomach, cock drilling in and out past your orgasm. “T-too deep!”

“Like it deep.” Jay grits, slamming in rapidly. The hand on your nape unrelenting, ass clapping back against every thrust he gives. He bears down harder through your screams of over sensitivity, pressing his toned chest down on your back. 

He’s filling you to the brim, stuffed full, continuously striking the place that feels so fucking good deep inside of you. “Dumb fucking slut.” Jay huffs, breathily laughing, watching your ass begin to fuck him back. “All you needed was a real good dicking.” He adds with a whip-like snap cracking down on your ass. Stinging and heating up your flesh.

“Uh—mhm—please!”

“Fuck you’re seriously cumming again.” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut, digits digging through the back of your hair to grip. “You feel so fucking good.”

Everything hits him hard. He’s inside of you, he’s finally fucking you, he’s making you his. Cock drunk, obsessed and desperate, everything he’s ever dreamed of. It’s so worth it, all the humiliation he’s put himself through, so worth it when his dick starts pouring out strings of white inside of you. So deep inside of you. 

“Fuck.” Forcing himself to keep his eyes open, he leans in to lick up your tear stained cheek, pecking the side of your nose. Hips rolling as he empties out inside of you.

Right now, right here in your room, the bed he’s cuddled with you on for years. He’s here, he’s inside of you, and it's still not close enough. It will never be enough when it comes to you.

As much as it pains him to pull out, he fully intends to lick you clean, to spend the next hour with his nose pressed to your clit. 

After he turns you over to look at him, strips your top off, swipes his thumb across your chin to clean off the drool. “Jay..”

“I know.” Sucking his digit clean, he bends down to kiss you, chest hallowing when you kiss back. “I know, and I’m nowhere near done with you yet baby.”

i desperately need u to write smt related to this park hanbin

Oh my fucking god…. Screaming without the S rn..

So I personally feel like he’s a soft Dom most of the time. Him in all black rn is giving!

Imagine being one of the staff and after the stage he comes back to the makeup room all sweaty! He notices you staring while helping him and he just decides that he’ll give you a show! Drinking from a water bottle and letting it drip down his abs, man spreading and making eye contact?! One thing leads to another and he has you pinned to the wall taking his cock from behind while telling you “hush, I don’t think you want to lose your job do you?” And with that he goes even deeper, making it impossible to keep quiet under him. Cums on your back while soothing you from your high. Before he leaves he puts your panties in his pocket and leaves with your number on speed dial so he can meet you when his schedule is finished for the night 🙌

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Episode 1: The Pool Boy In Need - Jiwoong

• Due to the weather the poor Pool Boy was so desperate for a drink. You immediately help him and get a tray of drinks to cool him down but the drinks weren't enough for him. Stripping down to his shorts begging for more until you find another way to help him to cool down...

Episode 2: Out of Tune - Zhanghao

• You have been stressing for many weeks about your final violin piece and now your fate is now in the hands of the best tutor in the city. Spending hours with you praising you when you finally get something right but what happens when that all goes wrong?

Episode 3: Wrong Move - Hanbin

• Your dance captain, Hanbin, has been very stressed all week due to the upcoming competition. Spending hours in the dance studio and nothing is working for him, and this is when he has had enough...

Episode 4: Extra Help - Matthew

• You had no idea where to start in the gym, and Matthew was the friendly face to welcome you into the gym. Doing his best to explain everything the best he can just to make sure it's the best environment for you! the mood changes one day you come in wearing his favourite outfit.

Episode 5: The G Cord - Taerae

• Taerae who would be the best boyfriend and try and teach you how to play guitar. Many dates consistenting of helping you on how to play and teaching you the best positions to have your hands in. Everything was going fine until it got to the G chord and he had to help you find it...

Episode 6: The King Of The Court Ricky

• Ricky let the secret go one stream that he was a top basketball player. In countless streams after there were many comments begging him to wear his uniform in a stream, now he's finally given in. This was a one-time special stream that would never happen again, so you wouldn't want to miss this!!!

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I want that bag so bad 🫠

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all i wanna do is spit you out 𐂯 ! ⊹

Sweet Sungchan who fucks you very gently and is cocky like in the fic ≠ Eunseok who fucks you very roughly and is jealous. But both will cuddle you in the end and are possessive. Will leave marks for the other one to see every time. They pretend they don't like this game

ending up being friends with benefits with both of them with them both being aware of each other eeee. sungchan who’s more laid back and cocky, knows he fucks you well and knows how much you enjoy it versus eunseok who fucks you senseless everytime he has you and constantly tells you how you’re his. oooh the unspoken competition..

hii… I wanted to request something with leejeong.. I don't have anything special in mind tho. Just some fluff and maybe a bit smut, it's up to you I guess 🥹💚

Okay!! I hope you like it!! If so feel free to request more! 🤍🎀

Minors dni

Warnings!! Praise (reader receiving), oral, love making, vanilla, relationship, angst slightly (not much), kissing, slight body worship, softdom lijeong

Laying on your boyfriend’s chest is you favorite part of your day. He’s always been you comfort and it’s hard to imagine a day without him. He’s always been a constant reminder that everything was going to be okay. That’s why you’re so attached to him.

He’s always calming you, listening to all of your worries, problems, and insecurities. You trust him so much and it’s always good to have him around. You can tell him ANYTHING and won’t feel judged, or looked down upon. He’s always there for you to empty that pretty little head of yours and seek comfort. He’s always soothing you and it’s like he melts you away. It’s almost like as soon as you enter his arms there’s no need to feel sad or overwhelmed by society and other factors on a regular day basis.

You had a long day? Someone is making things hard for you? No worries, jeonghyeon has it all figured out already! You two lay tangled up together in comfy silence. There’s no need for eords when you can hear his calm breathing, steady heart beat, and soft words of reassurance. gentle pats on your back while playing with your hair. That’s all you need. He’s always making sure you know that he loves you and that there is always a reason to smile in such a difficult world.

He always wants the best for you, that's something that he wants you to always remember. You had a hard day? No worries, he's going to make it better. That leads to what I mentioned in the beginning. Taking you to the shower to wash the day off of you two and laying together listening to the birds and city. Soft kisses and reassuring words that warm your cheeks. He's always been good at his words and that's something you appreciate. You go from feeling like just crawling under a rock and not coming out, to just wanting to spend an eternity with jeonghyeon because whenever you hug him or kiss him it’s like a breath of fresh air, or being in a desert for days and finally finding water. He’s your peace.

On other days he’s leading you to the bed for other reasons. “Let me help you relax baby.” And that’s all it takes for you to submit to whatever he’s planning. He’s kissing every part of you making sure you feel valued, loved, and appreciated every second of the time you spend together. Soft caresses on your soft skin while he’s eating you out. Making sure not to let you go to waste, drinking you in like it’s the last time he can have you to himself. When he’s in you the sex is filled with passion and love. It’s so vanilla and sweet that it’s overwhelming your senses and all you want is for his lips on yours. His thrust deep but slow, only picking up his pace a bit to help you reach your pending orgasm. Letting you release all of your pent up emotion and replacing it with his love for you! Of course he can’t forget to fill you up especially when his baby needs it after a long tiresome day.

Aftercare is so sweet “I love you”s and “your so precious my pretty girl” are so rewarding. “You did so good for me princess” cleaning you two up so you can cuddle and sleep is so adorable!

Love having this kind of time with him because he’s so gentle with you!



Anton seems like the type to like to leave hickeys

feel like anton would like to lay with you after sex and trace the little hickies he leaves on your chest. he’s be so fascinated by them, thinking they’re the prettiest things

soft dom leejeong 🥺

Okay love!! I put smut and fluff bcs why not!! Hope you like it ! Oh and my inbox is always open!! 🎀🤍

Warning ⚠️ minor pls don’t interact! This contains sexual/ suggestive content and material🫧

🫧 him buying your fav boba just because he loves to see you smile <3

🫧him putting his hand above your head when you get in the car so you don’t hurt yourself

🫧 him opening/holding all doors for you because such a pretty little thing shouldn’t have to lift a finger for themselves

🫧 him always paying no mater how hard you try and saying to you “let me spoil you princess.”

🫧 if he’s in a store and sees something that he thinks you’d like he would definitely buy it, maybe have you model it for him!!

🫧 him carrying you when you wear heals because he doesn’t want your pretty feet hurting!

🫧 lijeong buying your parents gifts as his token of appreciation for letting him court you!

🫧 always calling you pet names is so 😖

🎀 “princess”, “baby”, “cutie”, “baby girl” 🎀

✨✨✨✨smut under cut

🫧 lijeong making sure you cum many times to make sure your satisfied with your sex life

🫧loves putting you in missionary because he loves seeing your pretty face while you fall apart for him! You just look so pretty!

🫧 revel in the fact that you look so pretty when you cry underneath him! You just look so adorable and it pushes him to want to keep you in that state a bit longer!

🫧 him allowing you to be a pillow princess 👑 because he doesn’t mind doing most of the work! All that matters is that you’re happy

🫧 him telling you “you can give me one more” while overstimulating you

🫧 him praising you during sex “good girl” or “your doing great baby, just like that.”

🫧Him checking on you periodically to make sure his princess is okay

🫧 when your to shy to ask him for help he can usually already tell but he likes it when you ask him for help, it just makes him feel like he’s great at what he does in the bedroom!!

🫧 him pushing you over the edge because he knows that your capable of taking what he gives you

🫧 loves hearing you moan because it reminds him that he’s the only one able to get you like that

Thinking about staying In an amusement park with lijeong and teasing him all day until he has enough and just Pins you against a wall where no one was and makes out with you and then going to the hotel room and fucking you completley dumb <\3

Omg your a fucking genius <33

Inspired by this from twt!!!

Warning ⚠️!!!

Kissing, unprotected sex, smut, slight public sexual activity

Lijeong wanting to spend time with you because your his cutie! Since you’re going out with your boyfriend you want to make sure you look cute right? So you wear your pretty skirt and and gosh it really compliments your butt! Looking all dolled up and so cute!!

You guys get in the car and off you go with his hand on your thigh (gosh I think he’d be a soft Dom outside of the bedroom) !!!

You guys finally arrive and the whole day is filled with fun! Scary roller coasters, cotton candy, prize booths, performances, and cute couple pictures!! While you were having fun thinking about all this fun… the whole time jeonghyeon was thinking about all the positions he’d be able to push you in while wearing that cute outfit! Looking at how pretty your thighs look, how your shirt perfectly fits your tits, the way you held on to him on the roller coaster and “accidentally” touched his cock. Fuck if only you new how crazy your driving him <333

As you start to drag him to another both to win you something he grabs you and starts walking in the opposite direction. You walk for a bit starting to realize less people and take a sharp turn were your basically at an empty ally way. He grabs your shoulder and pushes you against the wall lips smashing into yours. He puts his hand down in your panties and rubs your cunt making you gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth.

Before you can even cum he stops and takes you to his car. Gosh, how dare he. He takes you to the inn for people traveling to the amusement park and buys a room. You guys get up to the room and before the door is complete shut he’s taking your clothes off. Somehow you’re suddenly on your knees getting his cock shoved down your throat, one of his hands wrapped up in your hair the other behind your head making sure you can’t pull away. Before you know it his thick cum is dripping down your throat. While catching your breath he yanks you up and pushed you onto the bed and before you can even move or anything he’s between your legs slurping up your wetness. But he doesn’t let you cum, he positioned his cock (I believe in big dick lijeong) pushing through your velvet folds. He’s so big you can’t help but moan his name when he bottoms out.

He’s thrusting deep and slow but it’s already too much for you. As you feel that knot forming he’s also desperately trying to get his, rutting his hips into yours, of course you cummed first! He already made you so sensitive but because he was still chasing his orgasm he was overstimulating you sending you over the edge.he’s rambling random things “Fuck your so cute” and “so tight for me”!! All those filling the air with your moans and whimpers!! It doesn’t take long for him to give in, your tightness and warmth overwhelmed him to much!! He cummed in, only pulling out to watch his cum spill from your hole !!

Maybe you should wear that more often <33

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Babysitter reader x dark wonbin

So reader is babysitting wonbins younger sibling. Since wonbin is not much of responsible adult(according to his parents). So they hire you

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon fingering, smoking, stoner!wonbin x babysitter!reader

wonbin can feel your irritation burning into the side of his face. his lip quirks, smoky puff exiting past the small sliver between his lips and around the joint he held between two fingers.

“that’s what you want to talk about?” he says, amused. he holds the blunt in front of his face, “this?”

you look away, “she’s a child.”

“come on,” he chuckles, slouching against the couch you were both seated on, “it’s not like it’s a hard drug.” it’s his turn to look at you, observing the inflation of your chest as you take a deep breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I’m just having fun.”

he works his way back down, lingering on your plush thighs. his hand slithers towards you, causing bumps to rise on your skin as he gropes the flesh.

you crane your head, meeting his eyes, “don’t touch me.”

“relax,” wonbin rolls his eyes. “you’re so tense,” he mumbles as he gives your thigh another squeeze, enjoying the feeling beneath his fingers.

he takes another drag, “you shouldn’t be here anyway.”

“why not?” you retort. “you couldn’t keep her safe on your own. you’re always high.”

“I can still do a better job than you,” he shrugs, “it’s not easy for me to get taken advantage of.”

“what?” you snap, shoving his hand off your thigh.

he rolls his eyes again, sitting up, “if I’m incapable of caring for my own sister because I’m “oh so high’ it shouldn’t take much effort to take advantage of you.”

“I can defend myself,” you say, starting to stand when you feel his warmth inching closer. his hand locks around your wrist, a tug bringing you back towards him. you try to yank it away, following his movements as he began to get up.

“what’re you gonna do?” he mocks, lips hovering over your neck as he began to push you towards the wall. his hands glide down your body, slipping into your pants and curling to cup your sensitive heat.

you shove your shoulders towards him, closing your thighs. “see? I barely did anything and my hands are already down your pants.”

your hands firm fists, a noise of frustration filling the air as his finger slid along your folds, the tip prodding at your hole teasingly. you feel his grin against your throat.

“you’re getting wet,” he laughs through his nose. “do you like this?”

you shake your head, jolting towards him, breath catching in your throat when he finger slips inside. “stop it,” you swirl your hips to pull away but it only pushes his fingers deeper inside.

he lightly shakes his head, “defend yourself. you said you could.”

Thinking of Shotaro corruption kink

hmmm shotaro thinking you’re the sweetest thing and needing to corrupt you … he’d probably shun himself for having such dirty thoughts about someone so lovely but he can’t help it. when you look up at him with your big eyes wide and your pretty little smile he can’t help but want to see you in tears instead ..

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Untouchable || Taecyeon (S)

PSA: Ensure you always wrap it up

You could see that he was watching you for the corner of your eye. He was cute, tall, big build. You took a sip the drink you held in your hand, this was a normal night for you, go out, find a man of your taste, go back to his then leave as soon as he fall asleep.

Relationships were too messy, you'd rarely been able to successfully have one. You made the decision to satisfy your own needs and leave romance out of it.

Little did you know you caught his attention as well, you stuck out of the crowd to him and that perked his attention. He walked over to the bar and stood next to you while trying to get the attention of the bartender.

Whiskey sour

Your eyes never left your drink while your ears zoned in on his voice, smooth like butter. His dark hair was slicked back, his eyes were focused on the bartender and his jaw was embellished with stubble. You couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like against your skin

"I haven't seen you here before" you spoke up

His eyes darted to you before he smirked. He turned to face you, his eyes focused on yours.

"Not really my seen" you shivered at the sound of his voice

"Taecyeon"

"Y/N"

The bartender slid his drink over to him and he responded with a simple nod

"Pretty name" he took a sip of his drink

"Your place or mine" You chuckled at the surprised look on his face

"Yours then?"

He pressed you against the front door of his apartment his hand squeezing your thoughts under your dress. The sound of an older couple grumbling as they walked by made you both chuckle.

He opened the door and you were shocked at how extravagant it was. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips into your neck sucking lightly, your hands went up to hair and raked through it.

His hands moved from your waist and up to cup your breasts. You could feel his erection pressing up against you. His fingers hooked the straps of you dress, pulling them down and exposing your breasts to the cool air. His fingers traced down the back of your neck and unzipped your dress. He let you go then walked over to his couch and sat down.

"Continue" he leaned back on the couch

Your hand automatically pushed your dress down to your feet, leaving you in your panties. You got down onto your hands and knees and crawled over to him. He placed his finger underneath your chin and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

He leaned back and lift his hips slightly. You took that as your go ahead. You unbuckled his belt, your hand trembling slightly. Something about him was more demanding than most men you've met.

He pushed off his pants and to your surprise he wore no underwear, you wrapped your fingers around his cock and slowly took him into your mouth, he leaned his head back onto the edge of the couch with a groan. You could feel him twitch under your hand, your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. You looked up at him and your gaze met his, his hair was slick across his for head despite the cool air from the air conditioning.

He leaned forward, causing you to stop. He'd made makeshift handcuffs with his belt. He stood up, bound your hand together and sat you down on the couch

He placed you legs up onto the couch and spread them apart, you shivered at the feeling of his lips on your covered pussy. You lifted your hips allowing him to take off your panties, he placed your thighs on his shoulders and his tongue met your clit. You arched your back, a moan slipping past your lips.

His fingers dug into your hips, preventing you from moving as mouth devoured you. Your groaned at the sudden loss of sensation. He crawled on top of you, pushing your legs closer to your chest as he pushed into you.

Not a sound came out of your mouth as his hips met yours. His thrusts started slowly making you whine, he couldn't help but smile.

"What do you want?" He teased

"Please"

"What do you want" he repeated

"Fuck me faster" he chuckled and his thrusts became rougher, his hand wrapped around your neck. His fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing rhythmically.

"Please, let me touch you" you begged

"Not until you cum" his thrusts were suddenly harder. Your brain was in a complete haze as you felt yourself coming near the edge

"Do you want to cum?" You nodded unable to form a sentence

"Why should I let you?" He teased, slowing down the movement of his hips and fingers

"Please, Taecyeon" his paced picked up again throwing you into an orgasim

His hands left your body and gripped the back of the couch, his thrusts were rushed and his breathing was labored, he pulled out and decorated your torso with is cum.

"Next time we're doing this on my bed"

For the anon who wanted more Taec smut. Hope you like it!

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plug!shotaro x fem. reader | 4.9k

please save me cocky drug dealer shotaro cocky drug dealer shotaro save me…loosely based on why’d you only call me when youre high by artic monkeys and overtime by schoolboy q.

contains: drug mention, pining shotaro, mentioning your ex, booty call under the guise of a drug deal, oral (m. receiving), doggy style, pull and pray method is used (dont be like them)

it was three in the morning when you woke up to your phone buzzing. your phone should’ve been on do not disturb, but something in the back of your head told you to deactivate it. you had posted yourself on your instagram story, something you wanted two people in your life to see. 

one of them was your ex boyfriend. it was recent, the wound was still fresh on your skin. it was your first serious relationship, the first time you went through the ups and downs of loving someone. it was for the better, you being alone. you found yourself getting easily annoyed with him and the spark you hear all the old married couple’s talk about was gone. you actually could’ve argued the spark was never there. he was boring and too shy for his own good, not sure of himself. it was cute at first, but you grew tired of seeking validation. you thought that if you waited long enough, he’d boldly talk to you the way you needed. you wasted half a year waiting for your ex to step up. you actually didn’t reach out to him for a long time after the breakup, but it was one of those days where you wanted nothing more than to lay next to him. you figured if you posted on the page you knew he was stalking you might get him to reach out to you. 

you convinced yourself you were only posting for your ex. solely to get attention from him, so you could fall asleep next to him. but in the back of your mind you were thinking about someone else. when you reached to your beside table to check all your notifications you found out that someone else was thinking about you too.

baby, i got a discount for you.

missed call

i miss your pretty face.

(2) missed call(s)

just say pull up and i will.

you couldn’t help but smile at your phone. it was almost crazy how easy it was to get shotaro’s attention. all you had to do was post yourself and he was groveling at your feet. you looked through your phone at the several emoji reactions and messages you received from him. 

any rational person would think that shotaro was crazy for bugging you. you have to admit in any other situation with any other person you definitely would’ve considered shotaro to be annoying, or blocked him a long time ago. but he was cute and gave you free weed. it didn’t hurt that he was a good flirter, always making you giggly with his kind words. you ex actually had a problem with shotaro, how he approached you. it got so bad that he would insist on getting you all of your weed. but now your man wasn’t you man anymore and shotaro seemed to be very available.

while you looked at the notifications on your phone, your screen was taken up from shotaro calling you once again. you sat up in your bed, and subconsciously fixed your appearance as if he was standing there before you. you cleared your throat and accepted the call.

“hey taro.” you said.

hey baby.

you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at his words. you liked how unashamed he was in his flirting, how it was present in not only his words but his tone as well. too many men were the doting type, hoping to woo girls by being a gentleman. but you liked the approach shotaro took with you. bold and not bashful, calling you gorgeous and other pet names even though you barely gave him time of day. the only time you reached out to him was to get a discount on weed.

“hey taro.” you said again.

you could hear him laugh on the other end of the line. he always had you shy and giggling, repeating your words like a nervous schoolgirl. 

what are you doing right now?

“i was sleeping, actually.”

right now, though?

you sighed.

“i’m not doing anything right now, shotaro.” 

you hear silence on the other end of the line. you bite your lip, suddenly hoping he’ll offer to come over.

okay well i got some new shit for you. can i come by?

you looked at the state of yourself and how you probably looked like you just woke up. seeing someone who is as flirtatious as shotaro this late at night is a bad idea. but the idea of being the first person to try his new shit sounds enticing. so you let out another sigh into the phone, trying to make it seem like you’re contemplating on saying no.

“you know where i live.” you say simply.

i’ll text you when i’m outside.

you can’t get a word out before he hangs up. you made your bed in a rush. you went into the motions of tidying yourself up, trying to find the perfect balance of intentional and unintentional. once you’re done, you move from your bed to your couch to wait for him. 

when it came to dealing with plugs, you never knew when they’d show up. so you’re sitting on the couch trying to contain your excitement. the best part was when you waited for him to come over, knowing that he was probably breaking all types of traffic laws to get to you faster. the anticipation of the night made butterflies form in your stomach. they ricochet off the walls and bumped into eachother, making you itch with adrenaline. you had to let your leg bounce to get rid of the restlessness you were feeling.

you are left waiting for only five minutes when you get the text.

outside pretty.

you are embarrassed to admit you got up from your couch as fast as you did. you walked to the door and opened it for shotaro.

he gave you that flirtatious smile that made you uncharacteristically shy. he had his backpack slung over one shoulder, with a beanie that was pulled all the way down to his eyebrows. his plaid shirt and gray sweatpants made you think that he just threw on whatever to get here as soon as possible. it thrilled you, the thought of shotaro tripping over himself just to come and serve you. he looked you up and down before tilting his head to the side.

“can i come in?” he said.

you opened your door and he walked past you, smelling like something musky. you trailed behind him as he walked through your house like he owned the place. 

shotaro placed his backpack next to the couch before sitting on it. he instantly sank into the couch getting comfortable while you stood in front of him. he manspread while looking you up and down again. you were in normal clothes, still looking half asleep but shotaro looked at you like you were the embodiment of sex. your tv was the only light source in the room, catching the side of shotaro’s face. his body casted a shadow of the wall next to the couch, and you saw yourself on the wall before he reached a hand towards you. you looked back at him, staring at the smirk that played on his lips.

you thought he was going to eat you alive when he beckoned to you.

“come here, pretty.” shotaro said, spreading out his legs a little bit more.

you obliged, sitting on the couch positioning your body to you were completely facing him. shotaro took off his beanie and ran his hand through his hair. he let his head rest back on the couch and turned his neck to look at you. you saw his adam’s apple, how it bobbed with each word he spoke. the light from the television perfectly lit up his face and neck. you were paying so much attention to every part of him, maybe you wanted to eat him alive, too. shotaro’s smirk turned into a different expression, one that was more serious.

“i missed you,” shotaro said. he touched your hand that rested in your lap. “you got another plug or something?”

shotaro knew you would never stop coming to him, but he did have competition. there were other drug dealers in your town, many that would be more than happy to give you a discount on their stuff. shotaro told himself that he gave you your weed for free purely from a business standpoint. he was all about customer service and customer loyalty. the money he lost from giving you weed for free he would just make up for it by overcharging stupid high school kids.

shotaro knew that you would never go to anyone else, but he still felt his chest swell with pride seeing how fast you shook your head.

“no. nobody else. i was just taking a tolerance break. i’m also going through s break up right now.” you said.

shotaro thought it was so cute seeing you run off at the mouth. you didn’t have to mention the tolerance break, or your stupid scrub boyfriend shotaro hated. you were rambling just because of the way shotaro was looking at you. he watched you pull your hand away to bring your arm up to the back of the couch. you let your head rest on your fist as you looked at him. 

your attempt to look relaxed was shattered when shotaro put a hand on your bare leg. 

“your man isn’t around anymore?” shotaro asked innocently. 

his smile was inviting and so was his hand. you shook your head.

“i broke up with him.” you said sheepishly.

“aw.” shotaro fake pouted. “wanna tell me why?”

“he was too shy.” you said.

suddenly couldn’t think of the reasons you broke up with your ex. all you could think about was shotaro’s hand on your knee and how the light from the tv made his eyes look so pretty. his fake pout turned into a smile as you shuffled slightly on the couch to get closer to him.

he slowly rubbed your knee and you cursed yourself for freezing underneath his touch. he looked at you teasingly, getting your heart rate to speed up.

“he should’ve been the most smug bastard on earth with you as his girlfriend.” shotaro said honestly. 

you look down at his hand on your knee to smile. you can hear shotaro laughing lowly as he returns to let his head rest on the back of the couch.

his hand still rests on your thigh. he’s so close to the line where your two thighs touch. you imagine shotaro squeezing his hand in between your two thighs. if he could show you how bold he can be. you forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone who you knew without a doubt wanted you. 

shotaro rests his head on his other hand, copying your movement.

“your instagram story was cute, by the way.” shotaro says.

you look up from his hand to look at his chill expression from the couch. 

“thank you.” you say. his hand is so warm.

“who was it for?” shotaro asks.  

this catches you off guard. for the first time you see shotaro trying to feign emotions, pretending to not be bothered by the thought of you entertaining your ex. you gain some of you composure back, leaning into your fist with a smile.

“i didn’t have you pegged for the jealous type, shotaro.” you say it with a smirk, one shotaro gives back to you.

“just wanna know who you were missing more.” shotaro says. 

“i missed you.” you said quietly. 

“oh yeah?” shotaro said.

his hand that was touching your knee moved up to your mid thigh. you scooted closer to him so it was easier to let his hands roam your skin. something about how he touched you made you lightheaded. shotaro laughed dryly at your reaction to him. you were so reactive to everything he did. he already considered himself to be a cocky person, but the way he always had you by barely doing anything made his ego grow tenfold.

“yeah.” you sighed contently.

shotaro’s touch on your legs get a little heavier. they sneak up a little higher too. shotaro leans in closer to you, moving his hand to grab yours. shotaro looks at the way your thighs touch and rub together as he talks to you.

“how much did you miss me?” he asks. 

his voice gets lower, words dripping with honey as he wedges his hand between your thighs. you jump at the feeling of his knuckles crammed between your legs. you can feel his knuckles indent your pillowy skin. you’re so distracted you almost forget his question.

“alot.” you whisper.

shotaro hums in acknowledgment as he moves his fingers closer to you. shotaro’s finger finds your clothed heat. your squished thighs made it hard for him to move his hand, but he’s nothing if not determined. you are already feeling the effects of your arousal between your legs, and so can shotaro. he tsks at you when he withdraws his hands from in between your legs.

“oh i can tell.” he says knowingly.

you try to be nonchalant about the situation, looking down at shotaro’s lap. he’s all spread out for you looking as enticing as ever. you put a hand on his knee and shotaro follows your hand and up your arm, until he’s looking at your face.

“you getting bold, baby?“ shotaro said. 

he moved his leg slightly, letting your hand creep further up. you applied some pressure behind your hand. his thigh was solid underneath your touch. you looked to shotaro to gauge his reaction. his look egged you on, his head motioning for you to come closer. you listened, scooting so close your legs were touching now. shotaro used his hand to play with the thin strap of your shirt on your shoulder. he experimentally brought it to the end of your shoulder, resting on the rounded edge. one simple move would have the strap falling down your shoulder, revealing your chest. you thought about being exposed in front of shotaro, him being able to see the body he probably thought so much about.

“can you show me how much you missed me?” shotaro asks.

shotaro looks at you and you feel your lips gravitate towards his. they look glossy in the blue light from the tv, you wonder what they taste like. you missed him and his flirtatious comments, how confident he always makes you feel.

you nod your head and shotaro keep eye contact with you as he moves his hand back to between your thighs. you mirror hid movements, until you can feel his hardened length underneath the cotton fabric of his sweats. you squeeze his dick and his hand dips underneath your elastic waistband. 

you both gasp at the contact. feeling shotaro’s finger tease your clit makes you more eager to please him. you close your hand around his shaft repeatedly, reveling in the sounds he makes and feeling him twitch against your palm.

“i’ve needed you for so long.” shotaro says. “i thought you’d never breakup with that fucking loser.”

his normally even voice is whiny and desperate as he bucks his hips up into your hand. this entices you, giving you the gumption to put your hand in his sweatpants. he’s wearing no boxers, and when you take him in your hand you can feel precum that dribbled down from his shaft. you use your index finger to massage his tip and shotaro uses his hand that’s not touching your slit to bring you forward.

shotaro guides you forward, until you have one hand on his dick and the other clutching the armrest of your couch. your knees are still on the couch as shotaro brings his hand to your chin, guiding you in for a kiss. you follow his lead, and you move your hand from the armrest to his shoulder. you fist the fabric of his flannel and start stroking shotaro slowly to show him how much you really missed him. he shows you by bending his fingers inside of you after adding another one. your sloppy kisses are interrupted by moans and expletives. shotaro is the one that pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours. he pulls his fingers out of you to thumb the elastic on your waistband. you can feel his wet fingers make contact with your skin as he looks at you.

“can i see you take these off?” shotaro asks.

“can you take off yours too?” you ask, quieter than shotaro. 

he nods his head and he lifts his hips off the couch to unclothe himself. you look away on instinct, focusing on getting your own garment off. part of you didn’t want to look away, you wanted to see it all. you wanted to see shotaro free himself from the confines of his sweatpants and see his dick react to the air of your apartment. the thought of seeing shotaro get undressed seemed a little too intimate, so you instead just focused on the sound of his dick hitting his stomach with a small slap. your pants and camisole was off quickly. 

you found out that shotaro didn’t think it was too intimate at all to watch you get undressed. he focused on your boobs the most. you saw shotaro’s hand hesistate before reaching towards you.

“can i touch you, baby?”

you nod and shotaro’s hand goes to tweak your nipple. when you gasp shotaro looks at you and pinches a little harder. you keep eye contact as he keeps the pressure. the pain is almost unbearable, but shotaro releases the sensitive skin. as if he’s trying to apologize shotaro then takes your boob into his hand, massaging the skin. 

you go back to your previous position on the couch, leaning over him. he brings you in for a kiss and he tastes like mint and fruity candy. his spit mixes with yours and his tongue is almost as soft as his lips. he’s gentle but assertive with you, letting his tongue explore your mouth. 

when you grab shotaro’s dick, he almost bit your tongue off in surprise. he hisses into the kiss when you grip him a little tighter and pick up the speed. shotaro almost yells out loud when he sees you drop your head to his lap. 

“you don’t have to.” shotaro says.

you look up from his lap to give him a smug smile. shotaro’s chill plug facade almost breaks when you take his hard dick into your mouth.

“holy shit,” shotaro whines. “you’re so pretty. so sexy.” 

you want to tell him the same thing. you want to tell him about all the times you caught yourself staring at him, how many times you’ve thought about his pretty smile. you wanted to tell him about his pretty lips and pretty voice and the pretty sounds he making for you. even his dick is pretty, the perfect size for you to take all of him. shotaro bucks his hips and moans, praising you the whole time.

“i’ve thought about you everyday.” he sighs.

you position your mouth differently. the change causes shotaro’s tip to touch fuck your cheek instead of your mouth while you get used to him. you expected the position change to only last a second, but shotaro looked at your cheek. he used his hands to change your fast pace to a slow one. you could practically feel shotaro’s eyes burn a hole in your cheek when the skin of your cheek was being pulled taut by his dick. shotaro ran a quick hand over the protruding piece of your cheek. with a groan, shotaro leans his head back to rest against the couch. you look up to shotaro, watching his adam’s apple bob when you go back to taking him down your throat.

“fuck. even your mouth is pretty.” he says. 

you start letting out your own sounds when you feel shotaro’s hand grip your ass. he plays with it, kneading your supple skin. his hand travels to your slit, and he sticks a finger inside. you moan still with his sick in your mouth and he bucks his hips again. 

with the parts you can’t reach you use your hand. shotaro clears your hair out of your face but doesn’t guide your head anymore. he thinks watching you do your own thing is way better. watching you might become one of his favorite things. he lazily fingers you, he just needs to feel you around him. your sopping wet but the angle makes it hard for shotaro to pleasure you. when shotaro makes eye contact with you he has to pull himself out of your mouth before he finishes down your throat. 

“i’m gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that.” shotaro says.

you want to tell him it’s okay if he cums in your mouth but you’re too shy to request such a lewd thing. shotaro must see the thought cross your mind as he pushes his hair back with his hand.

“i don’t do stuff like that unless you ask for it.” shotaro says. 

when shotaro pulls his fingers out of your pussy he uses the same hand to bring your body that’s still laying across his legs back to the doggy position. he takes his hands from you mouth and he kisses you roughly. his lips are still soft, and you are out of your mind as you take his lips into your mouth and suck on them. you can still smell yourself on his fingers, wet as they hold your face. you pull away from him. a string of spit connecting your lips is broken as you speak.

“can you fuck me?” you say. 

your eyes are wide and blown out, mirroring shotaro’s as he nods his head.

“how do you want it?” he asks.

“put your ass in the air for me baby.” shotaro says as he gets up from the couch. 

you listen to his request, putting your face on the couch where shotaro was sitting to put your ass even higher in the air. 

you can feel the couch dip underneath his weight. shotaro uses gentle hands to perfect your form. a hand pushes down on your lower back to help with the arch, another hand spreading your thighs so he can slot between them. he uses his dig to slap your ass, teasing your slit with the tip. you both are holding your breaths, trying to grasp what’s about to happen. shotaro leans forward, so close until his abdomen is pressed against your back. you moan when you can feel his tip between your folds, collecting slick.

“ready?” shotaro asks.

you respond by pushing your hips back, shotaro goes upright to hold your hips in place. he starts off slow as he tried to comprehend how lucky he really is.

“i wish i could see your face, honey.” shotaro says after he bottoms out.

you moan as he puts his leg up, hitting something inside of you that you didn’t know existed.

“you gonna let me fuck you again so i can see that pretty face right?” shotaro asks. 

he picks up speed and a sound you didnt know you could make comes from the back of your throat. you forgot he asked you a question until he thrusts deep, you have to grip the armrest of the couch to stabilize yourself.

“right?” he asks again.

“yes.” you moan.

shotaro resumes his fast pace. he places a light smack to your ass, living for the recoil. 

“you feel so good.” shotaro says.

you have a vice grip on the couch and use your hold it to stabilize yourself. you use all your strength to push your hips back to meet shotaro’s he stills his movements and you look back to see shataro rests his hand on his hips and he watches you fuck yourself on him. he sees you looking back and smiles at you.

“just like that. must’ve really wanted this huh?”

you nod your head and continue to push your hips back, entranced on hitting that spot inside of you. shotaro puts his hands back on your ass as you start picking up the pace.

“giving me a show and everything baby.” shotaro says. 

his voice is getting a little whinier and his sentences are becoming rushed. shotaro knows your close by the way you clamp around him. he uses a hand to rub your clit and you completely stop, pleasure taking over everything. shotaro resumes the pace he had before, so hard and fast the sound of slapping skin overpowers the show playing on the television and overtakes your mind. you reach back and shotaro grabs it, pinning your hand to your back. he still rubs revolutions onto your clit as you completely come undone, yelling out his name. 

“love this ass,” shotaro says. “can i cum on it?”

“yes.” you yell.

shotaro pulls out and guides your hand that he holds to his dick. you get the hint quickly and stroke him as fast as he massages your clit, matching his pace. 

you and shotaro are both moaning as your orgasms are prolonged. shotaro shoots ropes over your ass and back, fucking himself in your hand. you can feel your own wetness as it coats shotaro’s hands. he puts in one finger and you leave your arch to sink lower and lower into the couch. you are on the edge of overstimulation when shotaro pulls his fingers out of you.

you are face down on the couch, breathing hard trying to catch your breath. you imagine shotaro is doing the same, leaning on the armrest as his chest heaves. 

you’re caught up in the comedown that you didn’t notice shotaro go into your kitchen. he wipes off your back and ass with some paper towels. he helps you sit up and he smiles at your dazed expression.

“everything alright?” he asks with a smile on his face. 

shotaro helps you put on your own clothes before he looks for his own. after you’re both dressed he sits on the couch and guides you to lay your head on his lap. he plays with your hands in complete silence. the atmosphere you two have created isn’t awkward, you just wish one of you would say something.

shotaro reaches for his backpack, upper half of his body leaning forward to grab it. his upper body comes so close to you that your nose almost touches his chest. you smell the same musky scent from when he first came into your apartment. you take it in, feeling like something has been ripped away from you when shotaro comes back up. a new smell fills your nose, but it’s familiar nonetheless.

“this is that new shit i was talking about. it’s a hybrid of that one strain you like.” shotaro says. 

he puts the baggie in your hands. it’s easily half an ounce, maybe even more than that.

“thanks shotaro. it’ll take me forever to get through all of this.”

“i hope you like it.” shotaro says.

you look up at him as he watches the television. it’s weird seeing him in this light. he seems softer, more shy than the man you were dealing with a few minutes ago. this shotaro hesitates to touch you, hands hovering over your hair that he wants to feel between his fingers. this shotaro plays with your hands and compares the sizes, humming contently when you thread your fingers in his. this shotaro also ignores his phone as it sits on the coffee table blowing up with notifications.

“i think someone is trying to talk to you taro.” you say.

“probably just someone seeing if i’m awake. don’t worry about it.” shotaro says. he’s unbothered as he plays with your hair and watching whatever show is playing on the television. you begin to nervously play with shotaro’s hand, moving it back and forth in a repeated motion to feel some comfort.

“i won’t be mad if you leave.”  you say quietly.

shotaro stops playing with your hair for a split second. you swear you can feel him stiffen underneath you, and the air in the room changes. shotaro only pauses for a second before he continues to play with your hair.

“you can just come back once you’re done, right?” you ask. 

you look up to see shotaro already looking down at you, smiling.

“really?” shotaro asks.

you nod your head and he squeezes your hand before bending down and kissing your forehead. it’s quick, but it’s a delicate kiss, soft like you are made of glass. when he pulls away you hand him his phone off the coffee table, trying to see who is messaging him.

“one of my regulars wants me to run some stuff to him. he only lives fifteen minutes away.” shotaro says.

you get up from the couch to find shotaro’s clothes that were randomly thrown around your living room. he thanks you for each article of clothing you find, and he is slow putting on his clothes, like he is trying to stall.

shotaro is slow all the way to your door. when you tell him to be back soon and drive safe he moves with a pep in his step.

he’s back to your door in thirty minutes, and you guys end the night cuddling in your bed.

my p*nties dropped soo quick i desire him in the most primal way..

Temptation.

Synopsis: Heeseung fucks a fan 💕 (let the delulu begin)

Please let me know if I should keep as a oneshot or do a part two of the story!

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He slipped you a piece of paper into the fangoods you'd brought to be signed, whispering a quick a "don't open it" before smiling and taking a picture with you. He moved onto the next person to talk to at the send off as if nothing had happened, holding your goods against your chest for the fear the thing he'd given you would slip out.

You looked over to your friends and wondered if you should tell them or keep it to yourself, heart racing in your ears as you tapped on their shoulder.

"I-I have to go to the bathroom, meet right by the doors so we can leave together," you rushed out, maneuvering your way through the crowd until you found a corner of the venue hall that wasn't too crowded, mostly filled with staff working on cleaning up.

You shook your stuff to let the piece of paper fall out, a string of colorful expressions leaving your mouth as you saw what you surmised to be Heeseung's hotel and room number.

Quickly gathering yourself you stood up with your heart thrumming in your ears, swallowing thickly as you made your way over to your friend.

"U-um, do you wanna just stay at a hotel instead? It's. a pretty far drive back and it's probably safer that way...don't you think," you excused, giving your friend a smile that you hoped didn't look too suspicious. "I'll cover the cost," you added on hoping that would convince her.

"No can do, remember I have to be at a networking event tomorrow," they responded. You chewed on your inner cheek and tried to think of the smartest way, going up to the police officer that waited by the door.

"Um excuse me could you escort her to her car so she won't be alone?" The guard looked perplexed but nodded your friend giving you an equally confused look when leaving. You mouthed an "I'll explain later" and called yourself a car to his hotel room, wondering how the hell this was going to play out.

When you finally found yourself outside the aforementioned hotel room you took three breaths before knowing a couple of times, your heart thrumming against your chest when opened Heeseung.

He'd removed his concert makeup and was back in his clothes before the show started, giving you a half-grin as he stepped to the side to let you in.

You squeaked out a "thank you" and went to his bed, feeling your cheeks burn at how surreal this felt.

"No need to be nervous and you can of course leave or stop at anytime," he soothed.

"Should I shower or something beforehand I mean I've been standing all day and I didn't really freshen up" you rambled out, unable to make eye contact with Heeseung as you sat at the head of his bed, keeping your eyes on your hands as to not stare anyway for too long.

Heeseung closed the door and laughed, coming to kneel down in front of you.

"Would it make you feel better if we showered?"

You nodded, your heart racing from how mischievous his eyes looked.

"Only if we shower together-"

"I don't think we'll both fit in there," you interjected standing up before he could say anything because you weren't sure if you could mentally handle a wet-bodied Heeseung.

Heeseung chuckled but relented, flopping himself on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. You used the shower as a means to prep for the ordeal you were about to divulge yourself in, giving yourself a coach pep talk before you walked out in the hotel bathrobe, cheeks shiny from the steam of your shower.

Heeseung gave you a glance that made your heart leap out of your chest, backing yourself against the wall when he stood in front of you. Your breath hitched when his hand slid on your cheek to behind your ear, rubbing your earlobe gently.

"You have a shower to take r-right," you stuttered out. The eyes you gave him made Heeseung want to ravage you on the hotel floor.

"If you give me a kiss," he teased, laughing when you put your hand up to your mouth and shook your head.

"No. I don't kiss men who won't shower," you huffed, using your strength to push him into the shower. He relented once more because he just found your mannerisms too adorable to say no, and you wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was beating.

When Heeseung finally opened the bathroom door you closed your eyes by covering them, just in case he tried to come out naked.

"You don't have to do that, I have pants on," Heeseung remarked, coming down and kneeling between your legs.

You swallowed thickly as his warm hands enveloped yours, kissing along the skin of your knuckles. His hair was darker now from how wet it was and droplets were trickling onto rosy cheeks, making him seem borderline ethereal.

"That was a pretty short shower. Are you sure you're clean," you remarked to fill the silence in the air. Heeseung broke composure and laughed into your lab, kissing your knees as he rose his head again.

"I am I am. You can check for yourself if you like..." he trailed off, rising up and gently pushing you onto your back. Your heart rate picked up speed and you tried not to let your mind run while as Heeseung lifted your leg and softly kissed your ankle up to your knee, smiling against your skin every time you looked away from him.

"Princess, I was thinking about something in the shower," he began, going underneath your bathrobe to massage your warm thighs.

Your chest rose as you felt calloused hands move against your flesh, his head lowering to kiss your lower thighs.

"Have you ever gotten off to me? Slid your pretty fingers inside yourself hoping I'd get the places you couldn't?"

The lewdness of the question made your mind halt and you stuttered out a weak "no". Heeseung chuckled and nipped at the soft flesh of your thigh, raising a brow.

"Are you sure? You got so shy when I asked you," he came up to your face his lips practically speaking against yours, "You can tell the truth princess. To be honest, I'm dying to see such a pretty doll like you get yourself off to the thought of me," Heeseung panted out.

Heeseung pressed some of his body weight down against you and your eyes widened at what you felt, Heeseung smiling against the skin of your neck when you realized.

"The thing you feel against you is how crazy you've already made me princess. Let me see your hand?" You let out a "sure" and let him take your hand and press it against his hard-on, your ears burning at how hot it felt.

"You're the one who did this to me, so can I watch you princess? Please," he almost whined.

"I'm not sure if I-I can give you a show that you likebutIcantry," you awkwardly rushed out, pushing him off of you so you could sit at the head of the bed with your legs spread.

Heeseung uttered a breathy "thank you" as you lowered your underwear, a groan leaving him once he saw how soaked you already were.

You closed your eyes and did your best to imagine him not in front of you but in your head, hyping yourself up for some courage. You started teasing your chest and bit down on your lip when you tugged at a hardened nipple, never realizing that having someone watch you could make the experience that much more tantalizing.

By the time you'd slithered your hand between your legs rubbing your swollen bud elicited sopping noises from your core, your back arching after teasing yourself so long.

"What are you imagining princess, talk to me," Heeseung groaned, his eyes trained on how puffy your clit had gotten from your teasing.

"I-I've always wanted to be edged or" a whimper left you and your toes curled for a moment, "o-overstimulated but I can't do it myself, so I imagine...you doing it," you murmured, your entrance starting to ache in a way you've never felt before.

"And in my head at least...I think you'd be good at fingering," you whined out, your breath getting heavy.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you try doing it then," he teased, his heart pounding in his ears as how turned on he was becoming.

You shook your head and whined, pressing down against your clit harder. "It doesn't feel good when I-I do it, I need...your help."

God you were going you were going to be the death of him.

Heeseung hissed through his teeth, inching closer to you. "Open your eyes princess and let me take over, I'll give the Heeseung you see in your dreams," he promised, on his breaking point.

You figured it must have been a while since he'd gotten any action and relented, Heeseung grabbing your slick-soaked fingers and sucking them clean before letting them fall to your side.

You watched with blown-out pupils as he licked his lips clean of your slick, moving you so his head was comfortably between your legs

"Shit princess you have such a nice pussy," he groaned, wasting no time before wrapping his soft lips around your swollen bud. Your back instantly arched into the sensation as you felt the heat and coarse texture of his tongue circle the bud slowly.

"Y-you're teasing me," you huffed out between heavy breaths, noticing how he made his licks borderline tedious. He chuckled and arched and brow, feigning innocence as a thick digit circled your entrance.

"Princess catches on quick I see. But weren't you the one who wanted to be edged and overstimulated?" he clucked through his tongue, borderline snickering at you when your tight walls were met with his thick digit.

Your head already felt dizzy as your walls pulsed around the intrusion, the harsh but slow licks on your clit only making your hyper aware of what you were feeling.

He tsked and nipped at your thigh to get your attention, already noticing how hazy your stare at become.

"Don't let me lose you now princess," Heeseung teased as he slid in another digit, the stretch remedying the ache you were feeling in your core. "Where does princess like to be fingered I wonder...here?" he remarked innocently, curling his fingers too shallow on purpose.

You shook your head and tried to grab his wrist to guide him, Heeseung clucking his tongue as to not. "Nuh-uh princess, you gotta talk to me not just show me. How else am I to learn your special spots?"

"Deeper, go deeper," you rapsed out, closing your legs around his hand when you felt the pads of his fingers press where it felt best. Heeseung hummed at your reaction, scissoring your core to stretch out the muscle as much as possible.

"Poor thing, how am I supposed to edge you when you're giving me such soft eyes," Heeseung cooed, speeding up his fingers as his tongue wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly.

You whined and tried to push your foot against his shoulder to get him off of you, the knot in your lower tightening to the point where your legs were shaking.

"w-wait, slowdown," you breathed out, trying not to be too loud so the people next door wouldn't hear you.

"My name," Heeseung ordered against your puffy and abused clit, licking it over with the tip of his tongue before flattening his muscle against it. "Say my name."

You widened your eyes and shook your head, wondering how insane he had to be to want you to moan out his name in a crowded hotel.

He scoffed and moved himself so his face was directly above yours, his two digits now stilled in your heat.

"There are other people on t-the floor," you reasoned, tensing up Heeseung licked a wet stripe up your neck and to your ear lobe. He licked the shell of it before nipping at it.

"What are you doing focusing on other people princess?" He remarked through a pout, sliding in a third digit and sucking on your bottom lip as your jaw went slack. "Aren't you supposed to only be focusing on me?"

"I-I'romise I am," you keened out, your nails digging into the sheets as you felt the knot in your lower belly tighten.

"So say it," Heeseung cooed against your lips, emphasizing his point by speeding up his fingers.

"H-heeseung," you croaked out, your inner thighs becoming slick with arousal as you got close.

"Good girl~, and who's making you feel this good?"

"Hee-" you bit on your lower lip to quiet a loud moan, "seung, Lee Heeseung."

"Good girl~, now g'head and cum for me so I can fuck you nice and good yeah?" Heeseung sweetly asked, holding your face in place so you could only make hazy eye-contact with him as the knot got too tight before snapping.

His name now fell from your lips like a waterfall as his fingers continued pressing against your special spots, unable to stop shaking as he stood up on his knees.

Your eyes widened as he lowered his pajama pants and you were faced with something that you weren't sure was gonna fit, though your eyes were trained on the copious amounts of precum that had leaked from the tip.

"See this princess? I told you you're driving me crazy," Heeseung panted through gritted teeth, a strangled groan leaving him when he squeezed at his base, more droplets leaking from his reddened tip.

You squeezed your legs together in anticipation as he then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, pressing it against your lips softly.

"Rip it for me yeah?"

You nodded and gently ripped it with your teeth, watching intently as he slid it on and position himself back between your legs.

"Shit princess~," he groaned when he saw your core drenched in syrupy arousal, rubbing his tip against your folds to collect the drops.

"I was afraid you weren't going to be wet enough but you're fucking drenched," He hissed as he pushed his tip past your folds. You immediately tensed up at how large the stretch was, whimpers leaving you mewls of his name following in suit.

"I know princess, it's okay, in through your nose out through your mouth like this," Heeseung soothed, watching you intently as you mimicked his breathing pattens, his hips slowly inching in every time you breathed out.

When he'd bottomed out you couldn't help but squirm as you felt his tip push against your cervix, the foreign but tingly sensation it elicited making you want more.

"You can move now, please," you added on, wiggling your hips to satiate the tingle you felt in your lower belly.

"How can I say no to someone who's asking so sweetly," Heeseung remarked sweetly, moving his hips so every time his tip was pressing against your stomach.

You keened out his name before covering your mouth to silence yourself, ragged breathing leaving through your nose as a consequence.

"Nuh-uh princess, let them hear everything," Heeseung whispered against your ear, grabbing your wrists and pinning them against your head. His gentle ministrations had now been swapped for languid but intense thrusts, though you could tell he was only giving you half of his length.

"H-heseung it's not'nuff," you panted out, moving your hips against his desperately to satisfy yourself. Heeseung chuckled at how whiny you were becoming, such a stark contrast to the timid girl that walked through the door.

"It isn't?" he pouted at you, rolling his hips in to you to tease you, "does princess want a kiss then?" he offered up, already leaning in.

You shook your head and covered your mouth and his, Heeseung furrowing his brows.

"K-kissing is what people...in relationships do," you stuttered out.

Heeseung let it off with a smile to hide the tinge of jealousy he felt in chest, his lips instead going to your neck to mark it as his.

"Come to my next show princess," Heeseung offered up, nipping at the skin over your jugular as he squeezed your hands. "I'll give you every inch if I get to see your pretty face at my concert next week," he teased, his hips starting to move out until you were left with just the tip.

"You're crazy," you panted out, whining when Heeseung continued to kiss across your chest and neck, humming in agreement.

"I'll cover airfare and hotel," he continued, unfazed. He'd never been so possessive nor obsessive before but the thought of letting another man touch your skin made his crawl and he refused to let that be a reality.

"At t-that point you're just being my sugar daddy," you reasoned, your hands gripping at his hair when his warm mouth attached to a pert nipple, leaving your core completely neglected.

"We can go out to dinner that night and split the check then," he countered, giving you teasing eyes. "Pretty please?" he added on, giving you soft kisses across your sternum.

Your back arched at the soft sensations and you blamed the endorphins from sex as the reason you panted out an "okay", Heeseung wasting no time pushing all of his inches into you.

"H-hee wait-" your sentence was cut short by his tip making contact with your cervix, your toes curling as Heeseung lifted one of your legs and draped it on your shoulder.

The sounds coming from your core made your face burn but Heseung was reveling in it, desperate to mold your walls into a shape that only he could fill.

You instinctively went to bite down on your lip to silence your sounds, Heeseung tsking and pushing himself impossibly deeper.

"C'mon princess, tell the people on the floor who's making you feel this good," he grinned, his teeth tugging at your ear.

"H-heeseung," you choked out, feeling another knot tighten in your lower belly.

"Mhmm, and who's about to make you cum?"

"y-you." At this point your mind was truly a mess, whining out a "I'm close" as Heeseung pressed you into a mating press, desperate to make you both cum.

I'm not letting you go...

He thought to himself as he watched you leave scratch marks down his chest and breathy moans fall from your lips.

Why should I have to let you go?

He continued as he felt something tight form in his own stomach, begging himself to hold out a little longer so he could cum with you.

I won't.

He concluded, coming into the condom with a strangled groan to match your breathy moan.

You both lay there shaking for a moment as you came down from your highs, Heeseung resisting the urge to plant a kiss on your parted lips.

"If I'm in the front row will I distract you?" you wondered after awhile, giggling when Heeseung scoffed and rolled his eyes. Heeseung sat up before gently easing himself out of you, throwing the condom away and leading you to the bathroom for a round two.

"If you wear the skirt that you did tonight you will."

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