Soonyoung In Bed

soonyoung in bed

a switch

a mean

did you see how he goes from

sweet baby boy

to the baddest ever

make outs are either him on top or you on his lap

if he lets you suck in his neck

and lets a out a whine

you know you’re in charge tonight

into overstimulation

both giving and receiving

wants to see how much he can take

whines a lot when he subs

whines get louder and louder the more he gets desperate

don’t even think about using toys tho

not really into that for himself

loves handjobs

so like imagine one night he’s the sub

and you give him a hand job

and stop when he’s about to come

and then you ride him

and as you’re about to deny his second orgasm

he begs

“i’ve been good, please”

and he sounds so wrecked ?

bye

if you don’t let him cum

get ready

he’ll get revenge next time he tops

smooth transition to dom soonyoung

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Genre: Smut Word Count: +4,4k Warnings: use of blindfold, oral (receiving) Summary: soonyoung’s known for his good looks and amazing dancing skills, but in your book, he’s the cocky and arrogant leader of the rival team. You meet him again at a competition, and you’re ready to prouve him that he isn’t the only one who can dance, but he has other plans.  + the duo dance is this

“Do you think we can win ?”, asked Chan, his eyes lost in the group dancing on stage. The bass vibrates through the wall and they move to the beat, a few cheers coming from the crowd. He turns his attention to you, waiting for a response.

“We can.”, you answer confidently as you carefully watch a few members repeat a few steps in a corner, not paying much attention to the group dancing, people passing beside them.

You’re sure your group can. You took weeks to compose the choreography, and they took months to master it. But the effort paid and the moves are smooth, the chemistry between every member showing and the synchronisation was on point. It was your group’s first time in the competition, but you had your chances.

You would’ve been sure, if it wasn’t for Soonyoung’s group. See, his group was your group’s rivals, but most importantly, he was your rival. He made his group a few years back, winning every year since then. You had to say, they were pretty impressing, but your group was getting better quickly, enough to compete with them.

You and Soonyoung were the leaders, even if you didn’t like being labelled like that, and so, you can the displeasure to meet him. It was at the qualifications, you remember his jet black hair and his piercing eyes.

God knows how charming he looked, and he also knows it, he takes advantage of it. He posts videos of their dances, getting them a bunch of fans, and rumour has it that he uses his dancing skills and good looks to get in their pants. Adding to that, the guy is a total jerk. You gave him the benefit of the doubt at first, giving him a friendly hello in the backstage. He wasn’t even panting from the last dance he just did, his lips turning into a smirk, looking at you up and down.

“Never saw you here.”, he said, raising an eyebrow, disappearing in his black hair. “I’m from a new group, we just started this year.”, you told him. And you remember seeing his smirk turn into a wide smile, before laugher came out of his mouth.

“Okay, won’t see you again I suppose.”, and he just left. He left a bitter taste in your tongue, and after that, you swore you would prove him wrong. He kept an eye on you when you danced, but his smirk never left his lips as you and your group got accepted into the competition. Since then, it was a goal of yours to beat his team, or rather, beat him. In fact, you liked the rest of his group, it was a shame that they had such an arrogant and full of himself leader. For example, Junhui was a really nice guy compared to Soonyoung, and he even became friends with a member of your group : Minghao.

“It’s our turn.”, breathed Mingyu, and one of your hand came in his back to comfort him. You know too well what he’s feeling, as stress bubbling in your stomach as well. You start to feel your heart pumping when your group gathers together, they cheer each other up and you start to hear the bass vibrating through the walls. Cheers rise from the front of the stage, the colour changes and you take the first step.

Adrenaline takes over the stress as you take your place on stage and the first dance moves. The camera passes in front of you and you keep an eye on it, before returning your attention at the horizon.

You notice Soonyoung’s group in front raw, a special place for them since they won last year. They’re bobbing their head to the music, being fair play as they cheer for your group. Everyone, except Soonyoung. You almost didn’t notice him, if it wasn’t for his bright red hair. He still has the same smirk plastered on his face and you don’t have to pay morr attention as you decide to focus on your dance.

You take your place in the center and start the dance break to the fast pasted beat. Your members follows your movements one by one until all of you are dancing in sync. You can’t help but smile when the crowd cheers louder, some of them even clapping while getting up.

The end of the dance leaves you slightly breathless, the music stopping and the lights turning off. Your chest rises up and down as you follow your group to the backstage, their joy exploding when they’re finally out of everyone’s eye.

"That was so good !”, joyfully said Joshua. You could only agree, throwing towels for your members. A grin grows on your face and before you can talk more, you’re rushed back to the changing room as another group get ready to dance.

A few other groups had their moment on stage, and after a while, everyone got called back in front of the crowd. Two groups were going to be directly qualified for the final, and two other were going to have to have a freestyle battle to get the third place.

The two who had to battle got called, you could see a bit of disappointement in their eyes but they quickly walked to the backstage in order to get ready. It was time for the two other get called, and it wasn’t a surprise when Soonyoung’s group got called, he didn’t even flinch.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, silently praying, one of your hand gripping Joshua’s sleeve. You feel lie your heart is at the edge of your lips, your palms sweating as you try to find comfort in Joshua. His arm rest around your shoulder as the host reads the last paper left in his hands.

He brings his mic to his lips and you keep remembering that no matter what happens, you’re proud of your group. Doing all of this in one year was already amazing and just as your mind starts mixing all your thoughts, he calls the name of your group.

It’s like all the weight in your stomach melted away at once, as your members got silent for a quick moment, before realizing.

“Oh my god.”, whispered Chan, and you couldn’t help but turn around and look at him with round eyes. You know had to dance a duo before dancing a last group dance before the final results. Which means, you were going to dance with Chan. The dance was quiet intimate, but you really liked it, it showed a differente side of your choreographies, this one being calm compared to the one you made for the group.

“We need to get ready !”, Chan rushed you, and you knew he was a bit scared for this dance and him getting ready was a way to keep his mind busy.

You quickly congratulated the other groups before following your own into the backstages. You still couldn’t believe it, there was your chance to get back at Soonyoung.

“So you’re still here.”

Speaking of the devil.

The rest of your group didn’t pay attention and continued their way towards the changing room, leaving you and the other leader in the hallway. Dark curtains were hanging, seperating the backstage and the stage, one of your hand running on the soft material as you turned around.

“As you can see.”, you said, he was keeping eye contact as he walked towards you. The way he moved was similar to a cat, moving with grace.

“You’re going down.”, he said, and it was almost a whisper as he looked down, his body getting way too close to yours. However, you weren’t going to move, nor break the eye contact.

“No, you’re going down.”, was the only thing that left your mouth as you furrowed your eyebrows. His smirk made his way back on his lips, a few locks of black hair falling in front of his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Maybe later.” he chuckled before leaving. Your eyes widden after you realized how he had turned your words, but before you could find a come back, he was already getting into his changing room. Fucking Soonyoung, he really fucking annoyed you, yet you couldn’t help but lick your lips and swallow as your throat went dry.

The music started playing on stage, bringing you out of your mind, you had to get ready. Quickly walking to your changing room, you shut the door behind you and catch the white button up Chan throws at you right in time. It’s what you’re wearing for the duo dance. As in, the only thing you’re wearing, with a blindfold and some black shorts. You were aware that the outfit was quiet revealing but it felt right with the whole atmosphere of the dance. Chan already had his black pants and white button up as you closed the last buttons of the large shirt. It ended mid-thigh and covered your black shorts, making it look like you didn’t have any pants.

“Are you ready ?”, you asked Chan, giving him a blindfold. He just took it and nodded.

You started to repeat the moves in your head, it was a bad habit of yours and your heart started pounding again as you were called to the stage again. You were so stressed that you didn’t even pay attention to who won the battle. You felt the same adrenaline take over your body as you took your place on stage, and you couldn’t help but notice Soonyoung’s eyes burning your back. Quickly giving him a look, you noticed how he only had a plain white shirt and black jeans, waiting for his duo with Junhui.

Sitting down, your back to Chan’s, you quickly tied the blindfold behind your head. You closed your eyes underneath the fabric, taking a deep breath as you felt Chan moving behind you. Your did you first movement, and your body was taken by the music. You and Chan danced perfectly in sync, like one person and a mirror. He pulled you closer to his body and it was time for you to take his blindfold off, but you were going to keep yours until the end of the performance. You could feel the heat of the red light as you continued dancing, posing as the music got quiet, you were about to run and jump into Chan’s arms, blindfolded and it had to look smooth enough to show the chemistry between you and your member.

Breathing with your nose, you ran towards Chan as the music started again, relief washing over you body as his arms wrapped around you, and you heard the reaction of the crowd, as if they were holding their breath as well.

Another element of the dance was the most intimate part, as you laid down on the cold stage, your hips moving upwards. Chan’s face got closer to yours as yours hands ran into his hair, and he started grinding on the floor beside you. During the entire performance, Soonyoung kept an eye on you. He couldn’t admit to himself that he was quiet impressed, the way you danced confidently, blindfolded, amazed him. But another part of him couldn’t help but feel aroused with the way your shirt would ride up, the way you moved your hips and how good the dark blindfold looked prettily tied behind your head.

He almost didn’t react when his name and Junhui’s name got called. He couldn’t help but turn his head as you walked beside him. He danced and his mind was fogged, thankfully no one noticed, but his pants getting thigher wouldn’t pass unnoticed too long.

You, on the other hand, also kept an eye on the man as he started his dance to the slow beat, Chan pulling you to the changing room once again right as Soonyoung’s hands met the floor, supporting his body as went down.

“It was perfect !”, said Minghao, his hands on Chan’s shoulders. The boy smiled at his as he burried his face in a towel. You knew that this dance meant a lot to him, he pushed himself so hard to make everything perfect, and he succeeded. He got away from Minghao and hugged you, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I’m happy we got to do this dance.”, he smiled, and you nodded, your mind still in the competition mind set.

You didn’t have a lot of time to get ready again, fixing your makeup for the second time, getting changed for the third or fourth, you couldn’t remember. Each member had a different outfit, compared to Soonyoung’s group.

You bumped into them as you exited the room, they were all wearing the same similar kind of uniform vest. Soonyoung was again at the front of his group, the black fabric hugging around his shoulders and arms. Your eyes went down, following the v neck, before you stopped and noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the slight mark of his abs showing.

He catched your eyes and you hated how his smirk appeared again, almost naturally.

“Where’s your blindfold, darling ?”, he asks, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth.

“Why ?”, you answered with another question, tilting your head to the side.

“Could come in handy for later.”, he breathed, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, following your group to escape him. You hated how his voice always had an undertone, sweet honey dripping from his tongue. His eyes always held something you couldn’t quiet distinguish, the same smirk he seemed to use at any occasion. You hated how his words actually affected you, you tried to hide it each time but your breath would hitch in your throat, your stomach twitching when his words became more and more subjective.

He was messing with your mind, your thoughts switching from the danse you were about to perform and how his skin looked under the revealing outfit. One side of your mind couldn’t help but think that he was doing it on purpose, playing with your head just before the last stage for the first place.

You bit your lip, trying to get your mind to focus on the dance and only the dance. Thankfully, all unwanted thoughts left your mind when your group’s name got called one last time to the stage.

You thought that the fear and stress would’ve disappeared after a few dances on stage but the was worse knowing that you were playing dancing for the first place now. You were convinced the stress could be seen on your face as you danced to the beat of the 7th sense, and when the music started to get quiet, repeating the last mouvements, a weight lifted from your shoulders.

This time, you don’t have to change and get to see your rival’s dance. It’s strong and powerful, the mouvements are sharp and you have a hard time deciding if you still have a chance or not. The two dances are different, and amazing in their own way. You knew it would be a close one, but not that much. Even Soonyoung’s group looks stressed as they exit the stage, and you can’t help but notice how Soonyoung has this blank expression, it’s impossible to read his emotions. If it wasn’t for the fact that he started to nervously rub his hands on his strong tighs.

You feel Chan’s arm wrap around yours as your group is standing one last time on stage, biting nervously on his lip. You sneak a look at the animator, who’s giving his usual speech, waiting for the letter with the winner’s name. Your body acts by itself when you look at your left, catching Soonyoung’s eyes, he doesn’t have the same smirk anymore and lifts an eyebrown, before his attention switchs as the man opens the letter.

It all happens so quickly, all at once as the men screams your group’s name, you don’t know his Chan tugs you closer or if he lets go in surprise, the crowd cheers and you look at Minghao in pure confusion before he grips your shoulders and tugs you towards him.

You let a breathless laugh, still in shock as a music you can’t recognise starts and your vision is dotted with white confetties. Your group is screaming in joy and you’re about to join before another hand lands on your shoulder. You expect to see someone from your group congratulating you when you turn around, but you didn’t expect to see him.

He stands there in front of you as his group congratulates yours, and he presents his hand between your two bodies fr you to shake.

“Congratulations.”, he says, and somehow, with the chaos going on around you, you still hear his whisper.

“Uh, thank you.”, you said, swallowing as you finally take his hand.

His skin is warm against yours, you unconsciously lick your lips as he moves his hand up and down. It’s more than a handshake as he locks his eyes in yours, you’re too stubborn to break the eye contact but you’re forced to when one of your member bumps into you.

“We need to celebrate !”, almost screams Chan.

The music is still buzzing in your ears even if the room is silent. Your members left a few moments ago to their houses, wanting to change into more appropriate clothes for a night in the club. You, on the other hand, wanted to change here before going to eat something. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you finally changed from your sweaty performance clothes for something more casual and clean. You take another drink of your energy drink, the sweet taste coating your tongue before shoving your dirty clothes in your bag. Your stomach groans, it’s like a hole in your body and you’re about to leave before you notice that your phone’s missing. It’s like an awkward dance when you tap your pockets with your palms, but can’t feel anything.

“Where the fu-”, you start, before you hear another voice behind you.

Off course, is the only thing you can thing when you see none other than Soonyoung against the door frame, his arms crossed. One of his legs is behind the other, his head leans on the doorframe and you notice how he also changed. He probably showered, his skin looks glowy and his hair is wet, thrown back to show his forehead. He doesn’t say a word and you turn around, trying to find your phone in your bag. You don’t know what he’s doing here after the competition. Everyone already left except the people who organized the event, and you thought Soonyoung would be the type to follow his members for some time together.

“What are you still doing here ?”, he asks, and from his voice, you know he got closer. You refuse to turn towards him again, you’re alone with him and everytime he looks down at you a ball takes place in your stomach, you forget how to form words and you’re so afraid of that.

“I could ask you the same question.”, you said, lightly groaning when you take your clothes out of the bag. They’re a mess on the red couch of the changing room but your mind is set on finding this damn phone you can’t leave without.

He doesn’t say a word and you pray to god that he left, but all your hopes are shattered when you feel his body heat behind you. You fight with your body who’s begging to get closer to his, and you have to take a sharp breath when you feel his breath on your neck.

Your thoughts are clouded, you hate how your heart is beating against your ribcage and it’s threatening to explode when Soonyoung’s hand reaches in front of him. You take a moment to comprehend what’s happening before his fingers wrap around a white piece of clothing. At first you think it’s the shirt you were wearing just before but then you remember that…your shirt doesn’t have lace ?

“I would like to see you in that.”, and red picks up on your cheeks as the boy lets your white bra hang on one of his fingers. You probably look extremely embarrassed because he laughs as soon as you snatch the fabric out of his hand.

“You’re such an asshole !”, is the only comeback you can find as you quickly hide the bra in your bag.

“Such a dirty mouth.”, and he isn’t fazed at all with the fact that he just picked up your underwear. Your eyes send daggers again when his hand goes down to your bag again, he’s too quick and take another piece of fabric you can’t quiet indentify at first. You don’t remember taking black underwear with you, but as he takes it between two of his fingers and it unfolds. It’s your blindfold.

“I would also like to see you in that.”, he confesses. His voice is lower and it takes your breath away, you have to lick your lips to keep them from going dry and when Soonyoung doesn’t see any resistance and signs of you wanting to run away, his delicately places to fabric on your eyes. His hands brush on your hair and he ties the blindfold, and you don’t dare breathe when you feel him lean forward. You know he’s right here, millimetres away from your lips, his body heat is radiating yet you don’t back away and he doesn’t lean forward. Your world focusses on him, anticipating his movements but you surely didn’t expect to feel his lips on your neck. They’re soft on your skin and send a wave of heat to your ears, his hand gets a firm hold on your hip and again, you don’t move. It’s like a sweet torture when he makes you wait and doesn’t move his lips. Eventually, he moves, his lips part and so do yours when his teeth slowly sink in your flesh. One of your hands you were keeping at your side flies to his hair, immediately finding his dark locks and he presses his lips harder.“You didn’t see how everyone was looking at you during that performance.”, his voice is only a whisper on your skin yet in resonates in your ears. His lips travel down to your collarbone, a whimper leaving your lips when you feel his wet tongue against it. And you don’t know where to focus when his hand sneaks under your shirt, his hand’s hot and you back arches when his fingertip traces your spine. “I’ve been thinking about having you under me with that blindfold on ever since.” He hums and leaves a kiss on the column on your neck, another one on your jaw, the last one on the corner of your lips and you almost chase after his lips. “Can I ?3, you’re almost taken aback by the request, you feel his hands tugging at the thin fabric of your shirt. “Yes.” He doesn’t wait a second and lifts the fabric off of your body. You’ve practiced so much time with the blindfold that you can picture the room, the men in front of your, the furniture. You have to pay attention to everything, his touches and the sounds, and you hear his breath get caught as the fabric hits the floor. He curses under his breath and it’s like he’s drawn to you, his hands are everywhere on your torso, you don’t even have the time to register where they are before they move again. His lips crash on yours, harsh and desperate. He bites your lips and you have to hide a moan, leaning a bit back when the men leans forward. His hand goes somewhere behind you and by the sound, he dropped your bag on the floor. And you’re right, his lips are still on yours when he makes you walk backwards, not even a step back and your legs hit the couch. You let yourself sit, your hands wrap around his neck and he follows. His knee sink in the cushion next to your hip, and he makes you lay down. His body heat disappears at the same time as his lips and you try to find where he is by the small sounds, and it doesn’t take much time to find him again when his hands tug your jeans down. “Hurry.”, you finally speak and move your hips up to help him, your breath picking up when he takes your underwear and jeans at the same time. “Eager ?”, he find his cocky self again, but you don’t blame him, certainly not when you feel him get between your legs. “Tell me what you want and you’ll get it.”, his breath hits your naked core, his hands holding your legs apart when you try to close them. “Your tongue, please.”, you ask, your hand finding his locks again. “Please who ?”, and you tug on his hair a bit, “Please, Soonyoung.”And it’s like a switch when he hears the words, his mouth finds your core in seconds and move too quickly for you to adapt to his speed. His lips wrap around your clit and you’re gone when he sucks, lewd sounds coming from his mouth. You’re trying your best to hide your moans, your other hand shutting your moans but Soonyoung hears them muffled against your palm and makes him go faster. You feel one of his hands leave your thigh and you know what’s coming, two of his fingers is entering way too easily. Your hand’s shaking against your mouth and you wished you could see him between your legs. His fingers are thrusting in and out and soon enough, your hips start moving without you controlling them, to the point that you’re grinding against his tongue. You feel sweat forming on your forehead, your heart beat faster and the oh so familiar knot in your stomach threatens to burst.“I’m coming.”, you warn him and he only needs a few movements of his fingers for you to come and he doesn’t stop. You feel like his tongue and mouth move even faster, you’re too sensitive and have to tug on his locks. “You taste amazing.”, he groans against you and his movements slow down, yet he’s still giving kitten licks. He finally leaves your core, breathless and groaning, his lips finds your neck again and even if you’re just coming down from your high, you feel his bulge against your leg. But when you’re about to blindly reach for his pants, a voice from afar break the tension. “We’re closing the area soon !”, and the voice gets closer to your changing room.

-azazel

Your cheek still stung where Jungkook had slapped you as he growled Say ‘I’m sorry daddy’. You did, over and over as Jungkook fucked your mouth groans falling from his lips every time you gagged as he forced his way into your throat and Taehyung fucked you so rough you almost couldn’t bear it But then he pulled out of you, just as you were about to cum leaving you aching for him, and picked up his belt. Tae smirked when to started to whine. We’re not done with you, baby girl.

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