18+ / Mdi

18+ / mdi

content: toxicbf!seungcheol, more like possessivebf!seungcheol honestly, he's kinda a dick but not THAT much, jealousy, possessive behavior, afab reader, reader mentioned to be shorter than him, smut, penetrative sex, public sex, oral (m receiving), etc.

wc: 2201

a/n: tysm to the person who requested this <3 i didn't make him super toxic but more possessive and annoying.

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'shit, baby. you look so good. any plans tonight?' seungcheol hugged you from behind as you stared into the mirror, doing the finishing touches on your hair.

'what do you mean if i have plans? we're going out. to the monthly meeting with the guys, remember? seokmin's girlfriend said she's coming too'

'hmm? since when? wait, hold on. you're wearing that to dinner with the boys?'

you groaned against him, 'you literally just said i looked good. what's the problem?', you already kind of had an idea, but wanted to confirm for some dumb reason.

'yeah, that's when i thought you were going out with the girls or something. do you have to dress like this when you hang out with the guys?'

you knew cheol was a bit on the ... possessive side. he would sometimes be a little too jealous when it came to you being around the guys too much (around any guy, really). despite always confirming to him that you would never look at any of them as more than friends, he would still keep his guard up. it was endearing at times, seeing as it was usually just lighthearted jealousy, but he was doing a really good job at pissing you off right now.

you turned around, now facing him directly, 'what's that supposed to mean?'

'baby, cmon! they're guys! and you're ... well, you're you!'

'did you want me to repeat myself or are you actually gonna explain what that's supposed to mean now?'

'listen. you're so beautiful. i had no chance at resisting you when we first met. imagine if i'd met you while you were wearing a tiny little black dress. i would've lost my mind. they're men, baby. they're weak-minded. i dont wanna let them even see you like this.' despite the stupid neanderthal logic he was feeding you with, his reasoning gave you a slight ego-boost, dissipating your annoyance a bit.

you approached him, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt as you adjusted his tie - today's theme for the monthly meeting had been strictly formal, courtesy of a hong jisoo - and stared into his eyes, flirtatious smile gracing your lips.

'cheollie ... the dress code's formal. and i know how strict you guys are about that. if you can wear those stupid leather pants on stage while performing for carats, - who, by the way, do wanna fuck you - i can wear a tiny little dress around my very platonic friends.'

you were pretty sure seungcheol had tuned you out already, at least judging from how distracted his hands had become now that they were kneading your ass under the short skirt of the dress. in any other circumstances you would've entertained him, maybe even let him fuck you before leaving home, but you weren't about to reward his stupid comments from earlier with sex. separating yourself from him, you chided at him, telling him to get ready, because you'd be leaving together; with no need to change your clothes.

~

upon arriving to the restaurant of choice - an entirely rented out luxury restaurant joshua had seemingly been eyeing for a while - you and a sulky seungcheol (he had brought up the dress issue again in the car) quickly spotted a table full of people. it was all twelve members of seventeen, plus joshua's and seokmin's girlfriends, who would also be making their debut appearance at the monthly dinner. as expected, the boys were all wearing suit and tie, while the girls had dresses on. you had to admit, maybe yours was a bit more provocative, but you felt comfortable since you would only be around close friends.

the moment they spotted you walking in, jeonghan took the liberty of standing up, looking you up and down before smirking and giving you a quick hug, even going as far as pulling out a chair for you to sit. you appreciated the gesture, taking a seat and thanking him, completely ignoring seungcheol's annoyed grumble along the lines of 'i'm supposed to do that'.

the dinner went pretty okay after that, with one or two complimentary comments directed at your apparel. you'd also noticed a few of the boys staring a bit more than usual, but you'd dressed up, after all, so it wasn't very surprising to you. seungcheol, on the other hand, grew more and more annoyed every time a member directed themselves to you, even if it was with innocent intentions. he had built an idea in his head that everyone mustve wanted you the way that he wanted you. it also didn't help that you were sitting right by jeonghan and mingyu, members who were renown for being a bit flirtier than the rest. you knew it was just in their nature, and completely meaningless when directed towards you, but you could feel your boyfriend's fumes increase next to you as the night went on.

after a while seungcheol had begun to speak over you, acting as if you couldn't respond or interact with his members on your own. he was beginning to show his annoyingly possessive side, acting overly overprotective over you, almost as if you were a prize to keep under lock and key.

there were only a few instances in which he did this. he could sometimes act like a dick about it, wanting to show the rest of the guys how you were his and no one else's

then came what broke the camel's back. yoon jeonghan must've sensed some tension in seuncheol's behavior, adding two and two and figuring out that his possessive friend must've been feeling some type of way at any attention headed your way. so, he decided to have fun with it, amping up his flirting.

'shit, have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?', he smirked, eyeing his friend a bit as he complimented you.

'yeah, but maybe don't say that to my girlfriend, yeah?' interjected your stupid boyfriend, hand on your thigh as he attempted to show possession over you.

you ignored him, 'oh, thanks hannie. you look really handsome too.'

he puffed, as if out of breath, also ignoring cheol's comment, 'no, but really. that dress is ... man, all i know is if i were seungcheol we wouldn't have even left the house tonight', the smirk wouldn't leave his face, knowing he was poking a bear.

those two simple comments were enough to get seungcheol to snap, loudly getting up and interrupting any other conversation going on at the table. without any other word, he completely ignored any questioning stares or inquiring comments and grabbed your hand, dragging you from your own chair and pulling you away from the room and into a more secluded area of the almost-empty restaurant.

'seungcheol what the hell are you doing?!'

he turned to you, now letting go of the hand he'd been pulling, 'i told you not to wear that around them! do you think i enjoyed that?!'

'it's just jeonghan, cheol! he doesn't mean anything by it. he was just trying to tease you.'

'i dont care about that! you're mine. you're not supposed to show yourself off like this to other men!' the fact he didn't see issue with what he was saying was peeving you off, making you scoff at him before he continued.

'you're mine, okay? and you responding to han's flirting is not helping me get that point across to them.'

'you-'

'no, let me finish', he moved closer to you the more he spoke, eventually having you pinned against the wall of the restaurant, looking down on you, 'i won't have any of them even think they have a chance with you. no one does. you're mine. is that understood?' by now his lips were just a hair away from your ear, heavy breath fanning against you as his hands slid onto your waist, pulling you against him, dick already semi-hard under his slacks.

you hated the way he was talking to you. kind of. an embarrassing part of yourself was keening on his possessiveness, enjoying how he felt as if he had to stake claim over you. as if even one look from another man had him having to show the world you were his and his alone.

when he unglued his lips from your ear and went back to staring down at you, eyes flicking down to your lips, neither of you could help yourselves anymore. you might've kissed him first, but it was probably him who crashed his lips into you first, almost swallowing you whole as he attacked you by shoving his tongue in your mouth.

he became intense with his movements pretty quickly, unbuttoning his pants with one hand while the other harshly felt you up. he disconnected his hand from you for a moment in order to pull down his pants and knead at his cock for a few moments, getting himself ready for you.

he disconnected your lips, chuckling at the way yours chased after his, 'get on your knees.'

with zero type of dignity, you got on your knees with no question, beginning to slide your hand up and down his dick before wrapping your mouth around his tip and sucking, giving him eyes as you did so.

he groaned at the sight, but quickly recovered, barking out a command for you to be a well-behaved girl and take it all in your mouth. you followed instruction pretty quickly, loving the weight of his cock in your mouth.

'that's it ... knew you could be a good girl after all.'

'fuck ... that mouth is all mine, right baby? only for me to choke on my cock ..'

'take it deeper, i know you can. trained that pretty mouth to take me.'

his words were getting you wetter by the second, moaning mindlessly against his dick as he began to thrust into your mouth, groaning out even more expletives.

he suddenly pulled you away without allowing you to suck him into completion, once more slamming your back against the wall and shoving his tongue in your mouth. you both groaned at the feeling of his taste in your tongue, eventually making the kiss become a mess of wet tongues just licking at one another while he ground his hard dick against you.

you cried against him after a while of dry humping, feeling the heat of his cock so close to where you wanted him, but your mind being too empty for you to even beg for him to put it inside you.

he pulled away, 'are you gonna be good and let me have that pretty pussy? my pretty pussy?'

all you could do was nod and whine against him as he pulled your panties aside, only having to lift your dress a tiny bit to give him room to enter your warm walls. you both sighed out in pleasure the moment he entered you, with cheol quickly finding a rhythm that had you throwing your head back against the wall, not caring for any pain you felt at the impact.

'you're mine. do you understand that? no one else can have you. can't even look at you. tell me you understand.' he paused for a moment, smirking as he knew you had no way to respond with the pace in which he was slamming himself against you, 'what? no answer? baby, what'd i tell you about being a good girl?' he was mocking you now, relishing on the effect he had on you.

'c-cheollie ... y-yours! just yours! won't ev-ever look their way again. pro-ah! promise!' you did the best you could to muster out an answer, being too high on pleasure from the way his cock was repeatedly hitting against you, impaling you completely.

your emotions were already very heightened, causing the two of you to be quick to reach your ends.

'gonna fill you up, okay baby? and you're gonna keep it all in, or else imma have to take you home and do it all over again, yeah?' he groaned out, knowing he was about to blow his load any second now.

'y-yes! fill me up, please!'

a few thrusts later and he was burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning out at the feeling of your walls tightening against him as you came.

you attempted to catch your breath as seungcheol used his fingers to push in any cum that exited your hole, moving your panties back into place to try and retain the most he could. with no warning, he shoved those same fingers in your mouth, making you suck his essence from them as he groaned at the sight.

'c'mon', he gave you no time to catch your breath or recover before dragging you by the hand once more, walking back to the table to pick up your coats.

'i'm taking her home now. yoon jeonghan, i'll deal with you later', and with that he dragged you away, making no effort to hide your disheveled state as you limped behind him, beyond embarrassed all your friends knew what you and your boyfriend had been up to.

if cheol had wanted to make a public service announcement about how much you were his, he had achieved it.

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 choi san 18+

"if i'm the bad wolf, you have to the moon. cause no one makes me howl the way your body does."

"The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning."

☾ synopsis : ever since your boyfriend has gotten his new tattoo - beautiful moon phases climbing up his spine - you always fail to keep your composure when looking at it. it draws you to touch it, drag your fingers, nails, tongue... however, the worst mistake you made was letting san see your poor self-control. now, he makes sure to always use his new card in this game of "who gives up first."

☾ pairing : san x f!reader

☾ genre : smut, one-shot

☾ warnings : explicit language, teasing, ass slapping, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, commands, dick riding, big size, f! struggles to take it, mirror sex, back scratches, missionary, rough sex, penetration, breeding.

☾ words : 4k

NOTE : When I saw his back and the tattoo during mama performance, trust me, the sounds I made were inhuman. I will never recover from this. The power he bias wrecked me that moment should be studied :,) this piece is my ode to this tattoo

You failed yet again.

The temptation painted your sight in red while your willpower was at its lowest. In crushing defeat; saying goodnight to your dignity, you reached out your hand and dragged your finger down your boyfriend's naked spine.

You gulped quietly at San’s defined back muscles, now tensing under the touch of your sharp acrylic nail.

You began tracking the lines of his new tattoo. The moon cycle. Nine separate arts spread from his neck down to his slim waist. The work was beautifully done, impressive, and constantly begging you to touch it.

“You're really a fan of my latest whim.” He purred leisurely, stretching like a cat on the bed.

“Whim?” You chuckled. “You planned this tattoo for months.”

San looked so relaxed, laying on his belly as if he was waiting for a massage service. But you had a better idea.

The book you initially wanted to read was finally tossed aside. Positive reviews really made you curious. The plan for this evening was to indulge in the literature and find out if the recommendations were not bullshit.

But then your boyfriend decided to visit you in the late hours just to take off his shirt and spread his whole body on your bed. Apparently, he was tired after dance practice, so he quickly took a shower and went straight to your apartment.

Yeah, right. You had known him for years, and you knew how tired San looked like. The San that was now laying beside you had a lot of energy to spend. And there was no dance practice on Fridays.

“Not true! At first, it was supposed to be drawn only for the awards, you know, part of the lore? But I really liked how it looked. And the decision to make it real was sudden!"

“Fine.” You smiled at his cute indignation. “I'm happy that it's real, actually.”

“Why is that?”

His head rested on his hands, facing away from the spot where you sat. You used that opportunity of being out of his sight and of his guard being down.

The wickest giggle escaped your chords, “Cause now I can do this.”

You leaned over his lower back, right beyond the first tattoo of waning crescent moon. He twitched at the touch of your tongue, shamelessly climbing up his bare spine.

“Fuuuck, baby.” He whined somewhat relieved, as if he waited for that exact move of yours.

Not caring that you probably danced to his tune, you were now making your way back down with slow and juicy kisses. San’s whole body began waving at the tingling sensation. His body temperature rose rapidly. You could feel it through the thin skin of your lips.

Every single tattoo had its lines carefully traced with your tongue and then adorned with an invisible mark of your mouth. San was yours, all yours to enjoy.

Your boyfriend loved it with every fiber of his body. You could tell by the way he subconsciously hummed the melody of pure bliss. You could see it by how his sun kissed skin covered with goosebumps and how his body rose and fell from deeper and faster breathing.

You repeated the route a few times before reaching for his neck to bury your face in it. Inhaling his intoxicating smell; a mixture of soap, shampoo, and pheromones, you caused your own mind to spin.

Touching, kissing, and smelling that man was enough to make the muscles around your entrance grow tighter. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet.

“Baby…” He gasped when your teeth softly grabbed his earlobe.

His desperate pleas made you inhale sharply. You would have given him the heads of his enemies just to hear him whimper like that again.

“Hmm?”

“Promise you won't leave me grinding my dick onto your sheets like that.” Oh, his needy whines were truly to die for.

Your eyes wandered down his glistening spine right onto his shaply bottom. Slight circling movements of his hips made the cockiest smile crawl onto your mouth.

“So impatient.” You hummed.

His plump asscheeks had your head in the whirl. You needed that ass moving like that between your legs. Your cunt cried sweet tears when your head filled with the vision of San using his trained pelvis to thrust his way inside you.

You groaned in his ear, pleased at the sound that his sin worthy cheek made at the abrupt contact with your hand.

“You little shhhhit.” He hissed in full arousal at the sudden surprise and now the prickling skin.

“Oh apologies, my moon prince.” You pouted with fake guilt. To ease his abused ass, you grabbed a handful of his flesh and gave it a proper massage.

Using this opportunity, you pushed him more and more against the mattress, and you went back to teasing his neck, ear, and temple.

“Moon prin…ah fuuck.” He had no chance to ask you to elaborate on his new nickname. The new, deepened friction between his hardening cock and your satin sheets sent electric waves up his body. It reached all his nerves, which woke up just to act stupid from all the delightful stimulations.

San shifted his head to your side. The pillow traces on his cheek made you want to kiss it. But you focused on his hazy eyes and parted lips, drying up from needness.

“You're cruel, you know?” He whispered.

You laid down next to him, face to face. Obsessed, your hand never let go of his ass, groping and squeezing the plum. You stopped pushing his pelvis down. However, San kept grinding, now deeper and more aggressive.

“Look who's talking.” You teasingly licked his lips. “I had plans for this evening but you stormed into my room, exposing your beautiful chest, broad shoulders and slutty waist while wearing these black thin shorts.”

His smirk said it all.

“You're well aware that the outlines of your thighs are enough to make me drip, yet here you are.” You scoffed in frustration. ”And now that damn tattoo…”

San shifted to lay on the side, chest against chest with you. You were pulled closer to him by having your waist embraced by his strong arm, the other slid under your head to stop you from leaving.

You had no chance to react when your night dress got pulled up your hips. In a brutal way, your thong got ripped off you. There was not a chance to say anything since he immediately pushed his knee between your rubbing thighs.

“You're right.” He chuckled, feeding on your loud gasps. “I just love to see you struggle to contain yourself around me.”

San didn't have to do anything to have you grind on his thigh. You craved his touch, from the softest to cruelest, all over and inside your body

“San, ah.” You whimpered into his lips as you felt him purposely tensing up his muscles underneath you. The enhanced lines rubbed against you, making every cell in your body vibrate.

You put your hands flat on his chest. His heart beat so fast, chasing the pace of your pulse resonating in your head. No language could ever explain how much you needed him. Only your eyes could show him. Only your heat, wetness could make him feel it, and you were absolutely soaked, so much you heard squelched noises getting louder with every grind. Your shame was gone. All that mattered was a release granted to you by this beautiful man.

Your lips were brushing, noses rubbing, you breathed each other's air. The teasing, who gives up first and kisses the other, built up the tension to the point it was palpable. But the need to indulge in your taste made San lose the duel.

At first, he gently bit on your lower lip as if it was a fruit, and he wanted to see if it was ripe enough to be fully devoured.

“Pure sweetness.” He murmured with a low tone.

The moment your lips interlocked, San became braver with his actions. He stroked his hardness against your soft womb but it was your taste, scent, your closeness, the way your eyes shone and your pussy called for him that brought him to the edge of losing control. He swallowed your moans and let go only when you couldn't catch a breath from the crushing bliss.

“You're so loveable, (y/n).” He spoke as much as his own problems with breathing allowed him to. He was so hard it almost hurt, and you were so… “So touchable, irresistible. And so damn fuckable.”

“San-” You were close. His arm around your waist tightened, resulting in him fully controlling the speed of your movements.

“You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?” He growled into your lips. “I also planned this evening, you know. To pump you full, to the brim. To sit you down on my cock and watch you struggle to take it. I need that tattoo scratched with your nails. You hear me?”

The ecstasy chased you, but it was his words that tipped the scale. The fog covered your sight, and the sensation made your head fall back.

“Let's prepare you for the ride, shall we?”

San made a space between your drained folds and his wet, sticky thigh, and he slid his hand. His two digits found your entrance without a problem. Feeling them entering you, switching from stimulating your clit to pushing your sweet spot, you were done.

“Oh fuck, fuck yes.” You cried, banging at his broad chest.

San lips attached to your exposed neck, sucking, nibbling on the sensitive skin. That did not disturb him to finger you as his life depended on it.

The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning.

And you moaned that name, whined it while tossing and turning in the arms of its owner.

“Hmmm yeeees. Cum for me… cum cum cum cum.” He led you right into the void of madness.

Waves of pure bliss hit you one after another. He pushed you slightly onto your back and hovered above you. His fingers kept reentering your walls ruthlessly. The pace fastened. San needed to fuck the last ounce of orgasm out of you. He had to see you desperate for more. And you gave that to him, you gave it all.

When your trembling began to fade, he finally withdrew his long fingers. They left your slit with a pop sound as your walls did not want to let them go.

“Mmmm, so satisfying.” He cooed with a smug look on his face.

You were soaked, dripping down on your freshly changed sheets. Only San could bring you to the state like that. Only he was able to work you out.

And he knew it too well. That was why he savored your taste on his tongue each time, collecting your essence from his digits as a reward. This was his ritual with you, and he felt like pulling the knife at any man who would try to take his place.

It was a little embarrassing to cum this hard from a foreplay. He could see it in your face. Oh, he would enjoy holding it against you later, then having you challenge him just so he could prove you the point yet again. Perhaps you wouldn't be this defeated with another man. And that thought alone stroked his ego in all the right directions. The cruel prince had awakened.

While he let you catch a breath, he sat down and took care of his shorts all wet from you and his own precum. They landed next to the shreds that once was a thong.

Nonchalantly, San went back to tower over your recovering body.

“Such a good, good girl you are, (y/n). You make me want to brag about you everywhere I go.” He focused on your lips. “And I think I will. You deserve a big kiss, baby.”

You quietly sobbed at another touch of his lips on yours. San grabbed your jaw to keep you in place so he can fully immerse in you. You grabbed onto him. Arms around his shoulders, legs embracing his waist.

“More.” You whispered weakly, breaking the kiss. “Please.”

With a merciful smirk, San embraced and secured your back. He had no trouble picking you up and sitting down with you in his arms.

“It's your call, baby.” He gently kissed your neck. “I'm all yours.”

It was your turn to move.

His cock deliciously throbbed between your legs, hard and swollen, tip tinted purple. San was more than ready. His eyes demanded you ride him until you were both sweaty messes. He clearly told you what he planned for tonight.

You gave him a few slow strokes and massaged his peak, which he awarded you for with impatient curses. Depending on the position, his length as well as width could be too much for you sometimes.

But you, adjusting to his size, was what he lived for. The tight embrace of your wall required a lot of self-control to not combust immediately. You were a challenge he would never fail to accept.

You raised your hips, teasingly sliding his tip up and down your slit. You trembled anytime it brushed your entrance.

“I know you can take it.” He encouraged you with this annoying amusement in his voice. Oh, how weak you were for this arrogant man.

Placing his hands on your thighs, he gently caressed them, drawing soothing circles with his thumbs. San began to watch the show as you welcomed him inside.

“Of fuck.” You hissed at the stretch. Supporting yourself on his shoulders didn't help. You sucked him in on your own.

The air abruptly left his lungs as your pussy graced his manhood with the first silkiest hug tonight. He wanted to act tough, intimidating with his cocky smile, but you felt like heaven.

San fought hard. You whetted his big appetite. He wished he had taken the matters in his hands, but he couldn't just pin it to you. Also, where was the fun in that? He preferred to watch you cry and struggle as he sunk deeper inside your warmth, inch by inch, without mercy.

“Shit, you're sooo tight.” He gasped out at how you began working on suck him dry.

Possessed with pleasure, San waited until you got more comfortable with his size. And the moment he felt you loosened and the relief ghosted your face, he knew he could push into you fully.

You shook on your whole body when he moved his hips up and finally reached his goal.

“Ruude.” You whimpered, feeling absolutely intoxicated all stuffed like that.

While you tried to gather your thoughts, San released your breasts from the night dress and buried his face in their plush. He inhaled the pure scent of your bare skin. You smelled sweet and spicy, exactly like your personality.

“You know me. I like being rude.” He smirked. “And I know you. You like it too.”

He was right. The struggle was real, but even that provided you with indescribable bliss. And now, when you engulfed him fully, the satisfaction was out the roof.

San firmly put his hands on your hips and moved them without a word of warning.

Waves of delight washed upon you when his tip swept over your sweet spot, “Waaait, I- ne-ed to aah!”

But he didn't listen. He couldn't stop, not with you taking him so well, not when you were dripping all over his thighs.

Under his control, you felt him reach new depths with every grind. Setting the pace, he didn't need to lead you anymore. The fullness you felt was driving you crazy. You put your head on his shoulder, hands on his back, and you rode him, deep and starving.

“If I'm your moon prince. Then what does that make you? My moon?” He asked out of nowhere as if he wasn’t just penetrating the deepest corners of your womanhood and making you lose your senses.

You couldn't answer. You could not form a single word.

“Hmm?” He was stubborn, despite swallowing his own moans. “Are you my moon?”

You mumbled something. The force his dick rubbed on your sweet spot took away your ability to think, let alone speak. You felt every beat in his veins. But San needed you to play along.

A juicy smack landed on your ass, “Are you?”

You mustered a little will to answer his demands, “Ye-es.”

He kissed your collar bone gently, which clashed with the treatment you received somewhere else.

“Then let me howl at you the whole night.”

With these words, his arms embraced your waist and shifted your whole weight onto himself. You were lifted up a little bit, enough so he had space to pound on you as freely as he could.

San began claiming you, rough and madly. His hips moved underneath you while his eyes studied every emotion on your face.

“Look at yourself.” He breathed out. “Look how cute you are, melting around my dick like that.”

Ah, yes. The mirror in front of your bed.

San never failed to remind you about it when you were getting intimate. He never failed to use it as a tool.

You didn't hang it there to watch yourself getting demolished. There was really no other place in your room to put this big mirror you bought on a very beneficial sale. But ever since you brought San in your apartment, the reflection stopped being associated with only checking your appearance.

You raised your half shut eyes at your face. You stared at how pathetic you were and how much you didn't care about it. You watched your features contorted in delight when San reached deeper and now was hitting your cervix unforgivably. You heard your own cries from the power, tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, unearthly good.

The moment the frequency of your walls’ spasm grew, he sat you down on his cock again, burying his whole face in your neck. Now both your bodies rocked back and forth.

“It's too much.” You pinned your nails into his back and dragged them against his skin.

San cursed between hisses, making you look at the marks you just made. There was no blood, but the lines were getting bright red.

The was something about the way his wide back muscles moved while holding you tight, fucking you mindlessly. You focused on the tattoo that started it all. It worked on you like a flame on a moth. Every little thing pushed you closer and closer to the point of breaking. The way his body felt under your touch, how it moved with one goal - to have you scream.

He smelled like a late summer day, despite the outside weather being cold. The sweet sound he moaned into your ear made your whole existence buzz.

“I can't hold it anymore.” You informed him breathlessly. “I'm about to cum. But I can't…I can't…”

That position, despite allowing him to penetrate you the deepest, tended to exhaust you. San could tell it, by the way your movements slowed down compared to your need for release. Gladly, he had more strength than enough to take care of you.

He, himself, needed you to sob his name as he took you like an animal. San had nothing against slow, passionate sex but with you, it was simply impossible. You occupied his mind every second of the day. There were many nights he spent alone due to tours and busy schedules, sleepless nights, spent on quietly moaning out your name as his drenched cock throbbed in his hand. So when he finally had you in his arms, he let all the hunger out. San couldn't get enough of you. Calling it addiction would've been an understatement. You were his object of worship.

With the sudden overflow of motivation, he effortlessly changed your position that would allow him to give his goddess the finish she deserved. Your weakening body was laid down on its back. His pride did not slide out of you, even for a moment.

“Baby...” You called for him, but all you received was a glance, a momentary view of his eyes that were like the ones of a wild wolf.

San pulled your hips up to fuck you in the most suitable angle. His firm grasp kept you in place. The next goal was to set the pace that was going to have you cumming in seconds.

His elastic pelvis graced you with powerful yet skillful thrusts. His tip attacked your sensitive center, not letting it rest. You got even wetter, slicker to the point he didn't feel when he was going in and out of you.

“San, I'm…” You gasped, not able to make a sound. The control over your body belonged to San.

You broke beneath him.

The extreme heat accumulated in your abdomen exploded, flooding you from head to toes. Your sight blurred, heart pounded in your chest. The loud cries from the indescribable pleasure overcame any other sound in the room. There was no way to stop the severe trembling. It was too much. He was too much for your fragile, sensitive body to handle all this differently. You shattered into small pieces around him. And you would do it again and again.

San leaned above you with his hands on both sides of your head. You saw the sweat dripping down his neck and chest, and it drove you insane.

“My balls prepared a nice load for my moon.” He grunted with trouble. “And you will take it all. Every drop.”

His command, like a charm, had your cramping walls grab onto the base of his cock, their fast pulse forcely ripped the orgasm out of him.

“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” He whined, shooting his rich load inside you. You accepted his throbs and spasms like a reward, with pure bliss.

San took his time, sliding in and out, painting your walls in white with his essence. Loud curses and moans leaving his throat were a reminder that you absolutely belonged to him.

“Fuck baby, the way you tighten around me when you cum...” He groaned, melting over the satisfying sensation. “Paradise.”

You embraced him with so much appreciation and love when he laid on you, forbidding him from exiting you.

He looked at your closed eyes and their teary corners. He studied your parted lips that he wanted to kiss constantly. You were so perfect, all wasted like that.

To calm you both down, he leaned to the side and began caressing your neck with lazy smooches. Your quiet, adorable little moans in response to his affection made the blood rush in his veins again.

“More.” He whispered desperately in your ear. “I need…more.”

He paid closer attention to your bare breasts. They called for him, bouncing slightly as he began to move his hips in circles. Your erected buds hardened, caught in his skillful lips. Body decided for you. It yearned for him once more.

“Baby…” You entangled your fingers in his black hair, feeling him slowly thickening inside you.

“There is still so much I wanna do to you. I'm so horny for you, baby.” His raspy, sultry tone was enough to make your pussy flutter. And he felt that with every ounce of his being. There was no better feeling than your desire for him.

The art on his back crossed your spinning mind. You found the culprit of this insatiability.

“Damn you, tattoo.” You giggled. “I really wanted to read that book tonight.”

He lined up his face with yours and gave you that well-known, disarming smile with dimples that had you and all his fans go weak in the knees.

Little did you know, the tattoo you were now cursing wasn't his "latest whim". The moment he saw your eyes shine at the drawn one, he immediately decided to have it forever engraved on his skin. Now San had his own little trick to keep your full attention on no one else but him.

@nateezfics @hazysan 💋

Girl Dad // Lee Hangyul

Lee Hangyul x fem!Reader // SMUT

WC// 2.59k

Synopsis// Hangyul's the hot new date you'd found. DILF by definition, and one you had to have.

Warnings// dom!Hangyul & switch!reader, breeding kink, initial use of protection, removal of said protection, mating press, brief talk of custody and separation

Author's Note// @gothlcsan you're welcome <3

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Lee Hangyul. You’d only known him for a couple of weeks, yet you’d already seen him covered in fruit juice, absolutely smothered in messy makeup, and doubled over due to an unfortunately placed kick. You’d met at the library, browsing in the same section of novels. He may have been looking at murder mysteries, but his arms were chocked full of children’s picture books. Barely above a whisper, you had huffed and playfully asked if the brightly colored stack was for him. He smiled and politely declined, telling you he was just gathering them for his daughter. You both laughed just a little too loud, earning a stern look from the librarian.

After you both had checked out all your books you decided to dip over to the coffee shop just down the road. The interactions you shared in the library were small but enough to leave you wanting to know more about the newfound stranger. He held the door for you, he tried to pay for your coffee, and he pulled your chair out… everything he did had you pondering whether chivalry was really dead or not.

The man’s looks were truly striking, donning clear-framed specs. His hair was a warm brown and parted down the middle, falling neatly to either side of his face. His white button-up was loose and partially unbuttoned while his darkly colored slacks were quite fitted.

You learned a lot about one another in the hour you shared, chatting over your drinks and overpriced snacks. His name was Hangyul, he’d been single for a few years now. He had a daughter who was 7 and lived with him. She seemed to be the center of his entire world. He was kind and funny, and you could feel his genuine interest in getting to know you. You were both comfortable with silence between topics, and the conversation flowed easily. Before you parted ways, his gaze lingered on you for just a little too long after you exchanged phone numbers.

Over the following weeks, you met up plenty of times whether it was his place or some little activity his daughter so badly wanted to do. He was empathetic, unafraid to do things that would’ve been considered feminine, and put his kid before all else.

**

A quiet Tuesday night, you mindlessly browsed the channels of your TV in hopes of finding something to watch. Every show seemed the same. You huffed and powered it down, almost jumping out of your skin when your phone began to ring. A smile covered your face when you grabbed it to see the characters “hangyul <3” splayed across the screen.

“Hello?” You tried to contain the excitement in your voice.

“Hey, what’re you up to?”

“I just gave up on the television… you? You sound kinda down.”

“Oh…” The line was quiet for a few seconds. “Just feeling a little lonely. That’s why I called, felt the need to chat.”

“Where’s this kiddo at?”

“It’s her mom’s week to have her. I have primary custody, so she stays with me most of the time as you know, but she sees her mother every handful of weeks.”

“Ah, must be quiet. Enjoy your relaxation time.”

“Actually… the silence is kinda driving me insane,”

You could practically hear Hangyul pouting. You understood, he spent all day in the company of others whether it was his kid or at work.

“Do you want to come over?” He continued.

“Oh? Are you sure? It’s pretty late.”

“No, no! You don’t have to, I know it might be kinda weird to be at my house when it’s just us… only if you want to.”

“I’ll be there, give me half an hour. “

You hung up, springing off the couch and flinging open your closet doors. Even if it was simple, you needed a better outfit than a massive shirt and granny panties.

In no more than 10 minutes, you started your car, plugged his address in the GPS and were on your way.

**

Walking up to the door of his apartment, you shot him a text to let him know you were there, as it had become a habit to do so you didn't wake up the kid… even if she wasn't there. Fumbling with the lock, Hangyul pulled the door open and greeted you with a big smile.

“You made it!”

“I said I would, idiot.”

Hangyul moved to the side and invited you in, offering to take your jacket for you.

You both sat on either end of the couch, almost awkward without the continued presence of his daughter. The room was quiet, cool lit, and vaguely scented like mahogany. A basket of gaudily hued kids toys rested to the right of the television.

“So, what do you wanna do?” You looked over to him, noting how he sat so daintily with his knees together and arms crossed.

“Ah, whatever you want. I'm just glad to have company. It's been a long time since I've been able to just hang out with someone this way.”

“Do you, uh…” Suddenly you felt vulnerable, embarrassed with yourself. “Do you want to cuddle?”

He nodded eagerly, silently scolding himself for being almost a little too excited.

You scooted over on the couch, positioning yourself between his legs and resting your head between his head and shoulder. Hangyul hesitantly wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His free hand came to run through your hair, his fingers carefully removing any knots he got caught on. He took a deep breath, resting his cheek against you.

“I've missed this.” He muttered under his breath. “You’re so warm.”

“Mm.” You nuzzled into his neck, urging him to place the softest kiss on the top of your head. “You're always so gentle with me, Hangyul.”

Hangyul hugged you firmly, taking in the scent of your perfume. “Couldn't imagine hurting you. Not ever. Too precious to me.”

“Precious? Me?” You tried to hide the giddiness laced in your voice.

“Mhm. You know how many dates I've been on in the past few years? Too many. People tend to find it odd that I’m parenting on my own. Turned off by the fact I let the kiddo dress me up and do my makeup or pissed off with how I have to spend most of my time with her. Things like that.”

“It's endearing, I think. You're a wonderful father to her. Can't imagine thinking that's not hot.”

Hangyul’s hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, pondering if he should even follow through with his next move. Ah, screw it. It was worth a shot.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” In that moment he was glad you couldn't see his face, surely he was blushing. In a split second you pulled back from him and nodded eagerly.

“Of course.”

Hangyul rested his hands on your waist and took your lips into his own. He tasted faintly of coffee, you thought. Soon, his glasses were discarded to the side. Each of his small gasps made your stomach twist. Even now, he was gentle with you, only ever following your pace.

Everything about him was intoxicating to you, from his voice to his taste and everything in between. In a way you knew he was holding back. He nipped and tugged at your bottom lip, silently begging for access. Yielding, you allowed his tongue to slip between your teeth. Your tongues mingled, filling the air with wet noises and the occasional clack of your teeth brushing against his. Hangyul moved his hand to cradle the back of your head to keep you close to him. Your breath was unsteady, hinting to Hangyul that he was doing something right.

Hangyul disconnected from you, panting against your skin. “Can I be completely honest with you?”

“Duh, what is it?”

“I want you.” He swallowed his breath. “Really.”

You balled your hand into a fist, feeling your mind short circuit for a moment.

“Yeah?” You purred. “Then I’m yours.”

A shiver ran up Hangyul’s spine, giving himself a silent pep talk. He hadn't had sex in 7 years and he wasn't going to let this chance slip. He'd never felt enough chemistry toward past dates to get truly intimate… Now he was ready. The two of your scrambled to his room and climbing onto his bed.

His fitted black turtleneck highlighted the contour of his muscles. His chest, his arms, his abs. Crossing one arm over the other, he pulled the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the corner of the room.

“May I?” Hangyul grabbed the very end of your shirt, helping you to remove it once you gave him your approval. His eyes flitted from your face to your chest shyly.

“Beautiful…”

You granted Hangyul permission to touch you, impressed by how easily he reached around you and unhooked your bra. “Black lace,” Hangyul murmured. “You were hoping for this, huh?”

“Maybe…” Your face flushed red, subconsciously positioning yourself onto his lap and grinding absentmindedly. Hangyul flinched and let a whine fall from his lips. He’d expected to be sensitive after so much time but every movement set him on fire in a way he hadn’t felt for far too long.

“Gyul,” You sighed. “I hate to be impatient, but I’m so fucking wet and I think I might die if I don’t get you inside of me right now.”

He was quick to oblige, hopping up to rummage through the side table next to the couch. Placing a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube to the side, Hangyul invited you to undo his belt buckle. The sound of the metal clanking was like music to his ears. He removed his slacks, revealing his dick.

“Hey, who are you to tease me? You were commando under that!? Guess I wasn’t the only one who was hoping for this. “ You taunted, ridding yourself of your own pants.

Hangyul was quite big, thick and adorned with fine veins. He tore open one of the condom packs, rolling the rubber down his length slowly.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hangyul cupped your check in his hand. You nodded eagerly, telling him you couldn’t possibly be more sure. You propped yourself up against the headboard and cushioned your back with a couple soft pillows.

Hangyul leaned over you, placed a kiss on your forehead, and helped you slide off your lace lined underwear. You spread your legs wide to allow Hangyul’s large form to fit between. Words of praise fell from his mouth haphazardly as he rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds. His brows furrowed at the sensation, using one hand to grope at your thigh.

“Are you ready, my love?”

“Mm, please.”

Hangyul poured a generous amount of lube onto both his cock and your pussy, allowing no chance of any painful friction. He pressed into you slowly to allow you both to adjust.

“Shit,” He grunted once he completely bottomed out. “So tight, baby, so warm.”

You whined, biting onto your hand to suppress your sounds. “You’re so big, please just fuck me.”

Hangyul started slowly, rolling his hips rhythmically back and forth. He let out a choked moan, nails digging into your thighs. His hips snapped against yours firmly, eventually locating the most sensitive area of you.

“Oh, fuck! Daddy-“

Hangyul stopped dead in his tracks, trying to process what he’d just heard. You frantically apologized, claiming you hadn’t meant to call him that way and praying he wouldn’t be freaked out.

Hangyul had never really heard or so much as considered the word in such a context. After all, it's what he was used to being called by his daughter who only recently stopped because she was “too cool” for it. Something was different when you said it, something that made him feel powerful.

“No, no,” Hangyul took a deep breath. “Say it again.”

“Oh, so Daddy likes it?” You smirked, yelping when he thrusted sharply into you.

“That's my girl.”

Despite the situation you'd found yourself in, the possessiveness behind his words almost made you feel shy. Hangyul leaned over you, propping himself up on one arm so he could look in your eyes, brushing the hair out of your face with the other. His eyes were dark, brimming with adoration, conveying a soft expression despite how he was slamming against your walls. You gave maintaining eye contact a valiant try but soon found yourself losing yourself to the pleasure, opting to clasp your hands on the back of his neck and kiss him instead.

A small sob escaped your throat, clenching tightly around Hangyul’s cock. “So full, fuck, want you in me forever.” Your quickening breath betrayed how close you were to coming undone.

“W-wait, off, take it off-” You cried and weakly attempted to push him off of you. Hangyul took the hint and pulled out, quickly discarding the condom and moving to press your legs up against your chest. His own legs over yours in a mating press.

“100% sure, baby?”

You nodded frantically and practically begged Hangyul to bury himself back into your pussy. The pace he took up was brutal, fast, and deep with his cock reaching places you hadn't felt before. Each filthy noise that accompanied every thrust pushed you both closer and closer to the edge.

“Please, Hangyul, fill me up- please, please, please,”

“Who? Who do you want to stuff your pretty little cunt with cum?”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling far too good and far too spent. “You, Daddy, please breed me-”

In a few more aggressive thrusts your orgasm hit you like a truck, the tightness of every contraction sending Hangyul over the edge soon after. His grunts bordered on animalistic and in stark contrast to the filthy words spilling incoherently from his mouth, his motions were soft and loving, holding you flush against his chest as he pumped every last drop of his seed into you.

Coming down from your eyes, you both panted with exhaustion. Hangyul had nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and begun to leave light kisses along the expanse of skin.

Hangyul whispered sweet nothings into your ear, mumbling about how gorgeous you were, how much of an amazing mother you'd be, and accidentally confessing to just how much he loved you. Through your little gasps, you told him you loved him too and that if you were to carry anybody’s children you'd want them to be his.

Hangyul's eyes brimmed with tears, overwhelmed by the entire situation. When he went to pull out of you a noise of protest stopped him.

“No, stay, please, too good.”

Blinking away the tears that started to brim at his waterlines, Hangyul squeezed you tight as if you were going to evaporate.

“You… You're not gonna leave me after this, right…?”

“Of course not, silly, could never.”

A twinge of sadness caught your heart at his question, realizing his breakup had really affected him deeply. Unanimously agreeing you could clean up later, you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you still stuffed with Hangyul's cock and seed.

His heartbeat thudded rhythmically against his chest which only lulled you farther to dreamland, your last thoughts filled with joy at how you'd gotten so lucky to find someone like Hangyul and how much the future held.

kim sunwoo ; gym sex [ drabble ] 𝜗𝜚

PAIRING boyfriend!sunwoo x fem!reader

GENRE 18+ SMUT

SYNOPSIS confronting your boyfriend on why he quit letting you work out with him, it leading to an intense workout.

WORD COUNT 1637

WARNINGS sweat, gym sex, mentioning of boners, biting, kissing, hair pulling, improper use of gym equipment, praises mixed with degradation, mirror sex, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex, breeding, spanking. let me know if i missed anything ~

a/n sorry for any mistakes! this came to me out of literally nowhere. still trying to get back into writing since i took a long hiatus so please be kind. ꒰ ྀི◞ ◟ ꒱ like always, please like, reblog, and send requests!!! ♡

Sunwoo who loves working out with you but the blood pumping through him causes problems for himself as well. This leads to him changing his routine to avoid going to the gym with you, going super early in the morning knowing you’d be sleeping soundly. You hadn’t known your boyfriend was embarrassed by getting boners while working out in the gym with you, not that it was anything for him to be embarrassed about. It was only natural due to the flow of blood.

You rolled over one morning having stayed up wanting to confront Sunwoo why he kept excluding you from the workouts. He stood there awkwardly trying to find the best way to explain himself, groaning as he hid his face with his arm.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“What do you mean? Am I embarrassing to you ?” You asked confused on what he meant but also a twinge of hurt in your voice.

He was quick to respond to clear up the misunderstanding, explaining with a blush on his face that he kept getting boners in the gym and he didn’t want to weird you out by them.

Your voice softens and you can’t help but let out a laugh, making sure to quickly apologize for laughing as you explained you weren’t making fun of him but thankful it wasn’t something worse. Having him sit down next to you on the bed, you asked him if he got them because of the blood flow or something else, a smirk playing on your lips suggestively. He takes a minute to breathe, explaining that it was a combination of both but mostly blood flow as it happens even when you aren’t with him. The two of you talk making sure it’s not a huge deal for you and you were more bothered with being excluded than anything. Sunwoo apologizes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips asking if he’d be bothered with you going to the gym with him. He shakes his head saying he’d be happy to have company as he missed you going along with him.

Entering the company gym, Sunwoo helps you set up your yoga mat so that you can comfortably do your stretches and routine whilst he works on lifting. The two of you don’t speak much through the first half of the workout session, both immersed in perfecting your technique and the music playing in the background. It’s not until you turn to look over your shoulder at Sunwoo that you realize he really did have a boner. It wasn’t super easy to tell due to his pants being baggy, but as he stretched his legs to sit on each side of the bench, it made the fabric tight around his lap. He’s immersed into his reps, you slowly standing up and moving until you’re standing behind the top of his head. Sunwoo gives you his attention instantly, setting the weights back onto the rack before giving you a smile.

“You need something?”

Shaking your head you point towards his lap with your head looking back down at his face to give him a playful smile.

“I don’t believe so but you surely do.”

“I, oh my god, listen,” Sunwoo’s face turns a shade of pink as he tries to hide it by pulling down on the hem of his shirt. However due to the skin tight material it does absolutely nothing to hide it. Moving so one of your legs was positioned one one side of his head, you giggle as he asks what you’re doing, telling him to stop being so shy and do what he really wants to do. Sunwoo doesn’t take long to move his hands so that he’s rubbing his pointer and middle fingers up your clothed pussy. Planting your feet firmly onto the ground trying to hold yourself up from falling down onto his face, you bite down onto your bottom lip and stare down at him.

“No wonder you said not to worry about this, you wanted this didn’t you?”

Sunwoo takes his time moving his fingers further down, your pussy swallowing both the fabric of your yoga pants and his fingers. Small moans fall from your lips from his words not being able to admit nor deny his claims, his fingers making your legs shake in anticipation.

“Take these off.” His assertive tone makes your heart leap in your chest, gasping as he brings both your pants and panties down to the back of your knees, exposing your pussy in full view for him. Sunwoo is quick to place his fingers back where he had them last, rubbing up against your clit now making you squeeze your thighs together, entrapping his hand. Not allowing you to stay in that position for long, Sunwoo spreads your legs back apart telling you to mind yourself. Now, that only ignited a fire within you that said to be a brat, the rational part of your brain being thrown into the dust. Against your better judgment, you go to close your legs again, Sunwoo gifting you a warning slap against the side of your thigh. Once again you ignore it, going to close around his hand, Sunwoo changing positions quickly so you were now pinned firmly down against the bench.

“What did I say?”

You don’t answer.

“What did I say?” Sunwoo repeats again, adding a pause in between each word knowing that meant he was growing tired of your actions. However, once again, you ignored him. He grabs a fistful of your hair making your head snap back to look into the mirrors directly in front of the two of you.

“Again. One last time, what did I say?”

“Don’t close my legs?”

He lands a heavy handed slap against your ass before he lets go of your hair, your body falling back down flat onto the bench.

“Good girl.”

The praise makes goosebumps run over your entire body, making you shiver. You loved his praises especially in moments like these where his actions were rough but his words so sweet. You watch as he uses one hand to bring down his sweats, his dick springing up hitting just barely below his belly button making you swallow in anticipation. Of course you’ve had sex before but something about doing it in the gym made you both nervous and excited. He has you move to give him better access, gasping in surprise when he lifts you up just slightly so he can ease into you easier. The stretch in this position makes your eyes flutter, looking forward at your reflection, your stomach muscles tightening, seeing Sunwoo holding your bottom half up as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

“You look so pretty, baby.”

You hum at his praises thanking him as he starts to move his hips, moaning as his thighs hit against the back of yours. The way in your chest rubbed against the leather cushion of the bench made you swear under your breath, your nipples sensitive and growing sore. Sunwoo didn’t give you much time to think as his steady pace quickened and had moans being knocked out of you each time you two reconnected.

“Sunwoo, please, fuck.”

“Shh, baby~” Sunwoo cooed just slightly mockingly as he didn't slow down his thrusts, his grip on your hips tightening knowing that they’d surely be bruised by the morning. He brings you up so your back is flush to his chest, not even caring about the uncomfortable feeling of sweat pooling between you two, tossing your head back to lay on his shoulder as he kissed up your exposed throat. Your head was fuzzy in a cloud of pleasure, completely incoherent to Sunwoo and both his praises and degrading words being reduced to moans and fucked out expressions. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he positions himself so he can easily rock up into you, your body all but practically limp on his hold as the red hot knot in your lower abdomen unwound itself, turning your face to bite roughly into his throat as you came around his dick. You can barely hear as Sunwoo swears from the pain, his throat vibrating under your teeth as he chuckles, his thighs shaking as he reaches closer to his own climax.

Sunwoo goes to pull out, lifting your hips up to but you tighten your legs around him, letting go of his throat as you shake your head.

“Baby, I don’t have a condom.” Sunwoo says breathlessly, clearly straining as he tries to hold back from cummimg in you without protection.

You groan in annoyance, begging him to cum in you, reminding him that you’re on the pill, ignoring him trying to rationalize him not cumming in you.

“Please, Woo, cum in me please.” You begged before pausing, opening your eyes, looking up at him with huge, wet, doe eyes. “Want you to breed me.”

Something in Sunwoo snaps, his jaw tightening as he picks back up from a few moments ago, encouraging him to cum as he reaches closer toward cumming. His thighs spasm as he leans forward his body pinning you down a bit uncomfortably in between the bench and his weight, happily humming as he cums in you. Loving the feeling of him filling you up, his dick twitching which each tremor. Sunwoo doesn’t move until his aftershocks settle down, lifting himself up, slicking his hair that was sweat matted on his forehead. He pulls out slowly watching as you shake from him dragging along your walls, smiling at him stupidly as he plants kisses from your sweaty forehead down to your lips, calling you beautiful. You weakly headbutt his chest telling him not to be cheesy, Sunwoo apologizing and helping you towards the showers, promising to help you more when you two reach the dorms.

Summer Sessions: Three Strikes-Lee Hyunjae

[Lee Hyunjae x Fem!reader]

Genre: smut, Fluff, Country Club!au 

Summary: Things don't exactly seem to be going your way recently. First it was being pushed into the pool by one of Juyeon's fans and now you're carrying the world's largest stack of boxes all the way from the golf course storage shed back to the lobby. Lucky for you, Hyunjae is there to help you out.

Part of the ‘Summer Sessions’ series, read the rest here.

Warnings: smut, their boss is a bit of an ass, pool sex, public sex except it's at night and no one is around, begging, teasing, dirty talk, oral (f recieving), pet names used: pretty, baby, babe, darling, implied polyamory, Hyunjae gets called Jaehyun a couple of times

General Taglist: @hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

Series Taglist: @sanghak-enthusiast @thethreekims @alyricalhigh @nichobins @smuchsmut @alecanal93 @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @earthtosohn @quiltykissed @lucentchan

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Interact.

Apparently, according to your boss, finishing your shift at reception did not in fact mean that you were done for the day. No. It meant that you now had plenty of free time to carry things from the other end of the golf course, all the way back to the lobby of the club. You were going to have to have a serious word with whoever designed its layout, or perhaps you were just going to complain to your coworkers, whichever happened first. 

You'd begun to type up a strongly worded email in your head to the landscaper of the golf course when you collided with a very solid wall, sending your boxes toppling over onto the green and you yourself backwards. The arms of the wall reached out to grab you and oh, that was not a wall you had bumped into at all. Walls didn’t have nice, warm, inviting arms…or arms at all. It was, in fact, Hyunjae, who was now looking at you with a small smile, his lifeguard whistle glistening in the sunlight.

“Hey there, are you okay?” you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment from the question and you nodded, ducking your head in shame, you really could not do one cool thing around your co workers huh?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to walk into you, I should have been looking where I was going.” Hyunjae chuckled softly and smoothed his hands down your arms until they were resting at your elbows.

“It’s alright. I doubt you could see over those boxes anyway.”

You looked to the boxes which were now haphazardly spread across the lawn, luckily sealed tight enough that their contents remained inside, and nodded “You’re right, I couldn’t see.”

“Then it’s okay pretty," He let go of your elbows and walked over to the boxes, beginning to pick them up. You watched him for a second, before going to collect the other boxes.

“Where did you need to take these?” 

“To the lobby." Hyunjae hissed in sympathy "Thank you for helping me Hyunjae." He sent you a gentle smile which had your pulse quickening and he began to head across the course and back to the lobby, you following close behind, not-so secretly admiring him.

“It’s the least I could do pretty," He raised an eyebrow waiting for you to clue in to the fact that he was speaking, huffing a soft laugh when he caught you staring. When you had registered that you'd been caught, your cheeks heated up again and Hyunjae smiled, endeared. 

“Sorry…sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was just saying that it's the least I could do. Especially after the pool yesterday ”

“Ah,” you sighed in embarrassment, “you saw that?”

You didn't know why you were asking, because everyone had seen that. One minute you'd been flirting with Juyeon at the lifeguard tower and the next you were being shoved out of the way by one of Juyeon's jealous admirers and right into the pool. 

“I did indeed, don’t worry too much about it. Juyeon's fans can be intense” Hyunjae grinned at you and there was a sense of fondness about his words, like he didn’t mind the intensity as much as he was trying to lead you to believe he did. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Hyunjae grinned at you again and patted your shoulder gently “Good. It'd be a shame to have you be scared away from us.”

"If I haven't been scared away from you by now, I highly doubt it's going to happen." Hyunjae just winked at your words and continued walking. The two of you were now in the middle of the empty golf course and you looked around confused at the severe lack of people out playing. “You’d think there’d be more people out here today.”

Hyunjae shook his head “Not usually. They do the sprinklers around this time of day.”

You ground to a halt and your eyes widened “they what?”

Hyunjae stopped as well and turned to look at you, eyebrows raised “they turn the sprinklers on at this time, did you not hear what I just…oh.”

You stared at each other for a moment and before you could even think about running, were covered in extremely cold water as the sprinklers started their watering. Hyunjae very quickly maneuvered his boxes to one arm and ran forward, taking your hand and running across the rest of the golf course. 

When you reached the main lobby and the safety from the sprinklers, a drenched Hyunjae turned to look at you, who was equally drenched “are you okay?”

“Apart from resembling a piece of paper which was left out in the rain too long? Yeah I’m alright.”

He chuckled softly and let go of your hand “good.”

You smiled and put your now soggy boxes down, beginning to wring out your hair. Hyunjae watched you for a little bit, a silly smile on his face, before a far too calm voice sounded from behind you. 

“Miss y/l/n, Mr Lee, frolicking on the golf course I see.”

You blanched and looked up to see your boss approaching “No sir, you see I was taking the boxes from the storage cupboard up here like you told me to and while we were walking up here they started the sprinklers and-”

Hyunjae shook his head “She wasn’t doing anything wrong though, she was just doing what you asked her to.”

Your boss cut you off “I saw everything Miss y/l/n, and employees are not allowed on the golf course during trading hours,” You weren't exactly sure how he expected you to move boxes from the golf course to the lobby, without going across the golf course, but you weren't going to argue the point. Your boss pointedly looked at Hyunjae “And Mr Lee, I thought you would have known better than to misbehave and that you would have informed y/n on the rules of this establishment.”

Your boss held up a hand “There's no point in defending her, I saw everything,” he clicked his tongue at you and began to write on his notepad. “Being on the golf course without permission. That’s your first strike Miss y/l/n, make it two more and I’m afraid we’ll be seeing the back of you,” he motioned to Haknyeon to collect the boxes and nodded to Hyunjae before turning on his heel and departing. 

“He can’t do that.” Hyunjae was fuming and Haknyeon passed a comforting hand over your waist before following your boss. "He seriously can't. He told you to get those boxes and bring them back here and he didn't punish me at all and I was on the golf course too." 

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling incredibly defeated. “I should go get cleaned up. Thank you for the help with the boxes,” you bowed your head and scurried off, leaving Hyunjae standing soaking wet in the lobby and absolutely angry at your boss for the unfair treatment 

~

“So she just left?”

Hyunjae sighed at Juyeon's question, rubbing his hand over his face “Yes. She thanked me and then left.” 

He was currently with Juyeon and Eric at the pool after it had closed for the evening, Chanhee and Sunwoo were wiping down the poolside bar and Changmin was collecting towels off the chairs.

“I can’t believe you," Chanhee scoffed as he walked past. "You scared her off.”

“I did not…did I?” He hadn’t meant to anyway.

“I mean,” Jueyon hummed to himself “Kind of. She’s what, two strikes away from being fired because you helped her with something? And with all this flirting and sneaking around we've all been doing, she’s now probably terrified to look at you, let alone anything else.”

Hyunjae chewed the inside of his cheek, nodding. Chanhee, Sunwoo and Changmin moved to join the three around the pool, Chanhee resting his head on Hyunjae’s shoulder. “Look. If you’re interested in her, you’re probably going to have to be smart about how you go about asking her out, especially if our boss is that keen to fire her over nothing. Ask Jacob, Sangyeon or Younghoon how they did it." 

“Hold on,” Hyunjae sat up a bit straighter “Who said I was interested in her?”

“You did, remember? You were all like,” Eric draped himself across the pool chair he was sitting on and in a very bad impression of Hyunjae’s voice said, “She was so nice and pretty and then she smiled at me and I thought my heart was going to come out of my mouth.”

Hyunjae narrowed his eyes at Eric “I did not say that.”

Changmin shrugged, “The sentiment was the same. But what you did or didn't say doesn’t matter if you won’t do anything about it.”

“And, for the record," Chanhee smiled. "We won't mind if you do something about it." 

"Actually were actively encouraging it," Juyeon grinned.

Hunjae smiled fondly at the pair, who smiled back, before putting his head in his hands “But what do I even say? How would I even ask her?”

Eric waved his hands “We’ll work on that when we get to it. They don’t call me the master of love for nothing.”

Chanhee raised an eyebrow at Eric's words “How many people actually call you that?”

“More people than you would think Chanhee. But it’s not about me right now. It’s about Hyunjae wooing our pretty co-worker.” 

Hyunjae groaned, refusing to look up from his hands. God he hoped they didn’t ruin this.

~

Getting the message to you had actually been fairly easy, far easier than any of them had imagined, especially Hyunjae, who’s heart nearly did come out of his mouth when he walked to the pool to see you sitting on the edge, face illuminated by a rather beautiful combination of the moon and the pool lights. You looked like a mermaid, or a goddess…or both. But whatever you looked like, you were beautiful. 

“You actually showed up.”

Upon hearing Hyunjae speak, you turned around to give him a smile, tilting your head in the most adorable way “You’re surprised?”

“Well, I thought after the other day, you wouldn’t want to speak with me. And well, you know, I left Eric in charge of the message.”

You looked a bit sheepish and laughed softly, “I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. I just…don't want to lose my job. I didn't even know about the strike thing, it just, really scared me." 

“No. I understand, I promise. And I'm nit upset with you at all. I just… I like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you too,” you smiled and looked back out over the pool “So, what exactly are we doing?”

“Well, I’ve got a picnic prepared for us, I thought we could do that after some night swimming?”

“Night swimming?" You looked back at him, eyebrow raised.

Hyunjae grinned and nodded, toeing off his shoes and taking off his shirt before running to the pool and jumping in. Once he surfaced he pushed his hair out of his face and motioned for you to get in “Night swimming. Come on.”

“In the club pool? Hyunjae we can’t, employees aren’t allowed in the pool after hours.”

"Oh come on, boss has gone home for the day and the night-shift workers don't care at all what we do as long as we clean up after. We'll be completely fine pretty." He pouted at you. “Please?”

You rolled your eyes before stepping out of your dress, underneath which was a black, one piece swimsuit which had Hyunjae’s eyes bugging out of his head.

"You’re lucky I was doing lifeguard training with Juyeon today." Hyunjae grinned at you and you dived into the pool, laughing as you surfaced. "There. Happy?” 

“Very.” 

You rolled her eyes again “Wonderful. Now that I’m in the pool, what exactly are we going to do?”

Hyunjae raised an eyebrow “Swim, of course,” he splashed some water at you before diving down into the water. You gasped as the water hit you and wiped it out of your eyes before going after Hyunjae. 

It didn’t take you much to catch up to him, grabbing his wrist when you did and coming out of the water to breathe “Got you!”

Hyunjae grinned and brought you in close “Oh? Was that what you were trying to do?”

“What else would I be trying to do?” you tilted your head, noting the close proximity between you and Hyunjae but not minding much at all “I can always let you go.”

Hyunjae shook his head, eyes flicking down to your lips “I don’t think that would be necessary.”

“No?” You smiled, a teasing tone making its way into your words.

“No,” he leaned into your lips, hoping that he wasn’t misreading the situation. He wasn’t and you leaned up to meet him in the middle, your lips pressing together in a soft kiss. Hyunjae grinned against your lips and brought you close by your waist. You reached your arms up to loop them around his neck, playing with the wet strands of hair at the nape of his neck. When you pulled away from the kiss, you both blinked at each other for a while before beginning to laugh, pressing your foreheads together. 

"Have…have you been wanting to do that as long as I have?" Hyunjae asked between giggles.

You nodded quickly "Absolutely. Ever since the first day actually." 

"Really pretty?" Hyunjae smirked, pushing you up against the pool wall. He lifted you up so that you were slightly sitting on his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist. "Ever since then?" 

"Hyunjae…" you whined softly.

"Hmm?" His tone was mildly condescending and on anyone else it would have made you angry, but on Hyunjae? The tone had you drawing him closer in the pool, practically forcing his cock in between your thighs. He groaned and the contact, chuckling low. "Oh Pretty. You have been thinking about this for a long time huh? And yet, you fucked my friends before me didn't you?" 

"I'm sorry," you whimpered softly. "If…if you have a problem with that I-I won't do it anymore." 

"Hey no," softness overtook the dark look in Hyunjae’s eyes and he brushed some wet hair away from your face. "I don't mean that. It was…it was just part of the dirty talk. I'm sorry. I don't want you to stop being with them." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, absolutely. I like you, I like you so much. But they do too pretty," Hyunjae kissed your forehead. "You're kind of like a superstar to them y/n." 

You giggled softly at his words. "You really like me?" 

"Of course I really like you," Hyunjae smiled. "I don't just let people sit on my dick." 

You giggled softly and drew him into a kiss, "for the record. I like you a lot too, all of you. And I don't just sit on anyone's dick." 

"You sat on Younghoon's so I'm told." 

"He's not just anyone though, is he?" You hummed softly and began to leave a trail of kisses along Hyunjae’s neck. Hyunjae groaned softly as you licked over his sweet spot and jostled you, some of the water splashing out of the pool.

"No, he's not." 

You giggled softly and pulled away from his neck to tilt your head in faux innocence "do you want me to sit on yours too?" 

The look in Hyunjae’s eyes darkened and he bucked his hips up, pressing his erection right up against you. "I don't know pretty, do you think I've earned it?" 

You pretended to think about it for a brief moment, tilting your head. "Mmm, I'm not sure." 

Hyunjae huffed a soft laugh and pushed you out of the water and onto the ledge of the pool. "Well then, I guess I'll have to earn it." 

"Mhm," you nodded, goosebumps rising on your skin at the sudden cool air surrounding you and Hyunjae’s fingers trailing up your legs. "Guess you will." 

Hyunjae winked as he began to press a trail of soft kisses up and down your thigh, humming softly between each one, as if he was in thought. "How ever will I do that pretty?" 

You shrugged, hand moving to tangle in his hair "I don't know, how will you?" 

Hyunjae chuckled darkly and slid two of his fingers over the crotch of your swimsuit "how about I have a taste of you? Will that earn your favour pretty?" 

"Depends on how good you are." 

"Oh I highly doubt you'll be disappointed," Hyunjae grinned, pushing your swimsuit to the side so he could have full access to your pussy. He winked at you once more before levelling his face with your centre, blowing cool air over your clit and laughing when you squealed, trying to squirm away from him. "Hey now," Hyunjae wrapped his arms around your thighs, bringing you as close as he could without dragging you back into the water. "Where you going pretty?"

"Stop teasing Hyunjae or I really will leave." 

"And leave me here alone? Babe, you're a heartbreaker." 

You rolled your eyes at his antics, using the leg around his waist to push him into you. "Hyunjae…" you whined softly and the man looked up, swallowing hard at the sweet, seductive tone seeping through your words. 

"Yeah pretty?" 

"Make me cum for you…please?" 

Hyunjae inhaled sharply through his nose and nodded before diving into your folds,  water from the pool splashing around at his pace. Gone was the teasing Hyunjae from before, in his place a desperate, hungry man who was eating you out as if you were his last meal. You were almost certain the combination of chlorine and your wetness couldn't taste that nice, but Hyunjae was moaning like it was his favourite meal, like he couldn't get enough of it.

Like he couldn't get enough of you. 

And not that he'd ever tell you, but that was exactly how he felt. He couldn't get enough. In the short time he had known you, you'd cemented yourself into his life, into all their lives. And he needed to show that to you. Even if none of them ever said it to you, he'd do his best to show you now.

He lapped at your entrance hungrily, thumb moving to draw quick little circles against your clit. The combined motions caused you to cry out in pleasure and had Hyunjae not had a vice grip on your thighs, you would have fallen forward into the pool. You knew people could hear you, they had to hear you, but you pushed that thought deep in the back of your mind and focussed solely on Hyunjae, on the pleasure he was providing you with. 

"Hyunjae…" you whined softly "please…" 

"What do you want pretty?" Hyunjae hummed softly, pulling away from your centre. "Hm?" 

"Want…Want you." 

"You've already got me pretty. What is it you want, want my cock?" 

You weren't sure what you were begging for, but having Hyunjae’s cock sounded absolutely wonderful. So you began nodding quickly, pulling him close to you. "Please, yes please I want your cock." 

Hyunjae calmed you softly, running his hands up and down his thighs, as he lined himself up at your entrance. He let out a loud, deep groan as he pushed inside of you, pressing his forehead into your neck. "Fuck…" 

"You okay?" You hummed softly, trying to keep your voice even as the stretch of Hyunjae’s cock against your walls overwhelmed you. Your hand slip up his arm to wrap around his bicep, squeezing it gently.

Hyunjae let out a weak, little laugh against your neck, giving a couple of shallow thrusts in and out of you to test the waters. "Yeah…yeah I'm good. You," he laughed again and lifted his head to look at you. "You feel incredible." 

You preened a little at the praise which had Hyunjae laughing again as he properly began to fuck you, hips slapping against yours and pushing little moans out of you as you spoke.

"You don't-mmm-feel so bad yourself." 

Hyunjae chuckled again and lifted you back into the pool so he could press you against the wall, fucking you harder. The water splashed around you and you wound your arms around Hyunjae’s neck to play with his damp hair. "Yeah? Like me fucking you like this? Like my big cock stretching you out like this?" 

"Mhm. Hyunjae…Hyunjae you feel so good." 

"You do too pretty. So warm," he thrust hard into you, "and wet," another thrust "and tight." One more thrust. "Just for me." 

"Just for you…Jaehyun," you whimpered softly and Hyunjae almost came right then. He was mildly ashamed that the use of his actual name almost made him blow, but there was something so sexy about his name, falling from your pretty mouth. It made him redouble his efforts, fucking you harder and faster then he had before, hips smacking hard into yours. You could barely string a sentence together, brain effectively reduced to mush from Hyunjae and his cock. 

"Come on pretty, be a good girl and cum for me. Show me how much you like this dick huh? Cum for me, your Hyunjae," he leaned close to your earlobe to speak directly into it "your Jaehyun." 

Perhaps it was embarrassing that those words were what made you cum, but your eyelids fluttered closed and you locked your ankles around Hyunjae’s back to stop him from pulling out of you. "That's it y/n. Good job my darling, gonna make me cum too…fuck," Hyunjae groaned deeply as he came inside you, thrusts slowing down as he rode out his orgasm. 

Once he'd ridden it out, he pulled out of you, adjusting your bathing suit and lifting you up out of the pool before joining you on the edge.

"You know I meant what I said," he hummed softly, reaching over to grab a towel and wrap it around your shoulders. "I could be your Hyunjae, if you really want." 

"And you wouldn't mind if I…you know." 

"What fucked my friends?" Hyunjae laughed, shaking his head. "I wouldn't mind, in fact, I'd actually highly encourage it." 

You narrowed your eyes at him "You better not be joking or I'll push you back into the pool." 

Hyunjae grinned and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek "I'm not joking pretty, this isn't something I'd joke about." 

"Well then, yeah. I'd like for you to be my Hyunjae." 

The smile you were rewarded with was beautiful and bright and it made you lean up to press a soft kiss to Hyunjae's lips. "Perfect. Now, my pretty. How about we finish that date?" 

"As long as we're gone in time to get back here tomorrow. I'm already on one strike, remember?" 

He knew you were joking, but the words still made Hyunjae wince. 

He'd do whatever he could to make sure you didn't surpass those three strikes. Even if it meant he himself got fired.

He'd make sure you stayed. 

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*This is for Day 2 of Kinktober.  It was a request with the prompts 

36.  “I missed the way your pussy tastes.”

62. “I’m gonna fuck my cum back into you.”

70. “What if I get you pregnant so you are mine forever?”*

- Pairing: Idol Sunwoo x Female Reader

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: Oral female receiving, unprotected sex, and a breeding kink.

- Word Count: 2k

You sat crouched in the back seat of the van a blanket covering your body, waiting for Sunwoo and the others at the airport.  Being the girlfriend of an idol was not easy.  You always dreamed of being able to have a sweet drama-like moment when they came back from a tour or anytime they came back at an airport.  You could imagine yourself running up to him, throwing yourself into his arms, and kissing him right there but because of his job you had to hide in the back of the van so no fans saw you.  Sunwoo was not ashamed of you, but rather scared of what the crazed fans would do to you if they found out.  So you spent a lot of time crouched down in the back of the van, the windows were dark and tinted so they couldn’t easily see inside but you still didn’t want people to notice you when the doors were opened or while the car was stopped for long.

You heard screams and knew the guys must be coming out of the airport.  The door to the van opened and you tucked down even more.  The screams got louder and you felt the van move as they got in.  One of them sat down in a seat in the back next to where you were, you knew it was Sunwoo when you felt a light touch on your back.  

Once the door closed everybody let out heavy sighs, and Sunwoo patted your head under the blanket. 

“Hey, baby.”

The others in that van all said hi as well and after you drove off a ways Sunwoo pulled the blanket back and you got into the seat next to him.  You buckled the seatbelt and then hugged Sunwoo.  He pulled away for a moment to place a kiss on your lips, and then he hugged you again.

“I missed you so much, baby.”

“I missed you too Sunwoo.”

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