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On it 🫶🏽!!!

I need big dick Yunho with small reader right now. I’m craving it.

GODDAMN!!!!

“you wanna get an A in my class? maybe start paying attention.”

he mocks as his fingers tug and pull at your nipples to pull you closer to him. you whimper in response, begging for a release when he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“have you retained any information? or is your brain full of dirty thoughts, hm?” his fingers move up to the nape of your neck, squeezing and kissing your jaw, licking your chin, up to your lips. he squeezes your jaw to force your mouth open, sticking his tongue where it belongs— in your mouth. you suck on the muscle, deepening the kiss. he grunts and moans in response, already almost cumming in his pants from the feeling of your mouth on his. he pulls away, tugging at your hair so you’re looking up at him.

“y-yes, mr. choi. been thinking about you bending me over your desk— fucking me hard.” you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers between your thighs.

“fuck, y/n. such a whore. what would the dean say if he walked in and saw you fucking your english professor? open your legs, stop fuckin’ closing them.”

he spreads your legs with his big, smooth, veiny hands, landing a sharp slap on your pussy. you jerk in response, the feeling making your legs weak.

“fuck! please, please please.” you whine. your skirt is riding up to your waist as mr. choi pulls and tugs at your tits.

“love these so fuckin’ much. always distracting me. wanna fuck them, let me fuck your tits, ms. y/n.” he leans down to suck at the bud, leaving purple marks and red scratches to make you remember who you belong to from this point on.

“oh my— want you in my pussy, daddy, please just touch me there—“

you just want him to fuck you. he’s edging you for hours on end. class ended at 3:12pm, it’s 6:21pm.

“yeah? i’ll fuck them another time, hm?” he slides his white button up off as you run your fingers down his toned torso.

“you ready to take me?” he lines himself up with you, pushing and pulling to get you to adjust to his size.

god, he’s so fucking big. the vein that runs up his shaft is prominent, making your mouth water at the sensation of the twitch you feel between your legs. he finally enters you with a jolt, your body pushing away from mr. choi as he thrusts into you harshly.

“fuck, oh my fucking god, you’re so pretty, y/n. how haven’t i fucked you before?” he throws both your legs up his shoulders, fucking you at a faster pace as he fiddles with the diamond anklet you’ve put on this morning.

“s-sir please, fuck slow down. you’re too big!”

but he doesn’t stop. instead, he pulls you deeper so he’s reaching a spot that makes your entire body shake.

“o-oh my— i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cumming.” you manage. your body stills as your juices cover mr. choi’s cock.

“fuck, y/n. gonna fill you to the brim with my babies. keep it in until next class, i’ll put in a good word to your math teacher, hm?”

his thrusts become less harsh, as you feel him twitch inside of you. he pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you. he thrusts the tip back in, pushing all of his cum right back into you, so a drop isn’t wasted.

“nice and full, fuckin’ love your pretty pussy, baby. stay after class tomorrow. have something special for you.”

you get home that night, receiving a notification from your school canvas.

“Choi, San: ENG-131 has updated your overall grade

A ………….. 102%”

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omfg.

Since when? || Jeong Yunho

Summery: Maybe listening to Yunho will be beneficial.

Jealous / controlling boyfriend Yunho, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!!),

A/n: Thank you for requesting! And I’m sorry this is the worst work that I’ve posted and it’s short as hell but something better is coming I promise✨ @jonghoslvt

“Since when did I tell you that you could hang out with Wooyoung?”

Without waiting for my response he suddenly pushed his thick cock into me, the feeling of him sliding into me was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but groan.

“You know how much I don’t like wooyoung around you.”

He began to thrust, his movements slow and debilitating at first but gradually picking up speed.

As he fucked me, I couldn’t help but beg for his forgiveness. “Please, Yuyu I’m sorry,” I moaned, feeling the guilt of me betraying his words weighing heavily on my heart. “I won’t do it again.” I pleaded, my voice breaking as I felt him hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

Despite my words, he continued to fuck me, his grip on my hips tightening as he took me harder and faster.

SEONGHWA DRUG DEALER FIC?!?! 😭😭 I NEED HIM SO BAD

"She's a regular here..."

Drug Dealer!Seonghwa x f!reader

CW: mentions of drug dealing/usage (seonghwa smokes), drug dealers!seonghwa and hongjoong, slight fluff, !!SMUT!! (unprotected sex, pls stay safe!!!), reader n seonghwa are dating, seonghwa fucks reader in his fur coat lol , not really proofread?? Idk I tried

My first time trying to write a proper smut scene 😭😭 I hope its okay omg. Wrote this cuz @/ygswl on instagram (best ateez editor btw) brought up the concept of drug dealer! Seonghwa ARGHHHH. I wanted to write a more intense, concept-heavy smut scene but I js tried my best since I'm not familar with smut writing💔💔

Edit: Part 2 is out!!!

"Fuck..." Seonghwa groaned, breathing out a puff of wispy smoke. He leaned his head back against the couch as he clocked in the sight of jumbled notes on his mahogany wood coffee table. Orders from customers. Usually, he would've been able to keep up with them, no problem. But there had recently been a huge surge of calls, requesting for the new, trending drug: ARRIBA. And as part of the most reputable dealers in the area, MATZ, he was well-expected to have the best supply. He irritably grinded his teeth together, pre-installed Grillz provided a light, screeching noise.

Taking another drag from his rolled cigarette, his ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Hwa, what are you doing?" Seonghwa's business partner, Kim Hongjoong, walked into the shabby makeshift office. Seonghwa didn't reply, merely staring blankly at the ceiling as he absentmindedly played with the blunt in his fingers. Meanwhile, Hongjoong's eyes lingered on the stack of order forms, and he gave a stern look to his tattooed counterpart. "I asked you a question, Park Seonghwa." "What? I'm fucking exhausted from taking calls and names. I've been at it since 11, give me a break." He jerked his head towards a wall clock behind him. A quarter past 3pm.

It had always been this way with the duo. Ever since they started their underground business as barely legal adults, Hongjoong dealt with supplies, and Seonghwa would deal with the customers and their orders. 2 young men in struggling financial situations, who were desperate to make ends meet, starting a drug-dealing business together, it worked out strangely well. This also, despite their constant bickering, formed a strong bond between the two.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at the response. "Whatever, sure." He tilted his head, eyes settling on the faux fur coat that rested on a chair beside the couch. "Is that new?" "Yeah... I picked it up after getting the payment for that huge order earlier this week." "Ohh, the order for that college frat party?" Seonghwa nodded silently in response, his eyes beginning to glaze over. "Anyways, Yunho says we can expect restock within the next week. ARRIBA's selling out fast, but we can finish these orders right away once the new shipment arrives." Hongjoong rattled off an imaginary list, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder to his partner. Seonghwa was unresponsive, clearly stressed out from the recent increase in workload, but Hongjoong knew he was listening. Although, that didn't stop him from doing what he was about to do. "You shouldn't keep using this, by the way. It's reaaaally bad for you." With that, he leaned forward and snatched the smoking blunt from his partner's fingers.

Seonghwa hastily whipped his head around, sighing internally at Hongjoong's classic shit-eating grin. He furrowed his eyebrows at the realisation that he had given the man the satisfaction of getting a reaction. "I'm stressed, man. Gotta relax somehow." "I don't think you'll need your weed when your favourite 'regular' is here, though." Hongjoong tilted his head towards the office door, calling out in a singsong voice. "Y/N, you can come in now~"

The mention of your name caused Seonghwa's eyes to immediately light up. He scrambled to snatch the cigarette back from Hongjoong, and quickly crushed it with his heel.

Just a quiet, veterinary student that he had met in a cafe 3 years ago, Seonghwa had adored you from the very beginning. You were the cashier taking his order, nervous on your first day, and fumbling a little with the cash register's buttons. Seonghwa had found your clumsy nature both alluring and endearing, and he had asked you out on a date right away. The two of you had hit it off, and a beautiful relationship bloomed from then on. Even when you found out Seonghwa's line of work, you understood his situation and never judged him for it. It didn't make you love him any less. He would often spoil you with gifts and spend as much time as possible with you. Your college classes and his odd working hours would clash often, but you still found time to drop by his office to visit him. After all, it was quite easy to locate your drug dealer boyfriend. He mostly stayed in his office, only occasionally going out with Hongjoong when they had a large shipment coming in or a customer that wanted to deal in-person. Thus the nickname that Hongjoong gave to you: Seonghwa's Favourite 'Regular'. Despite your support for his business, Seonghwa still hated doing or dealing drugs around you, especially cigarettes. It was part of his line of work, and he was used to it, but he would always quickly put out a blunt or stash away powdery white packets when you visited.

"Seonghwa~ I'm here to visit you! My class today was cancelled, so my afternoon is free," you hummed as you walked into the room in your red checkered pants and (Seonghwa's) oversized hoodie. You offered a smile to Hongjoong, who was already on his way out to give you two some privacy. He winked at Seonghwa just before he walked out the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

Seonghwa's gaze softened as you crashed onto his form on the couch, snuggling into his exposed collarbone. "I missed you..." "I missed you too, sweetheart... you've been so busy with classes lately, I haven't seen you for a full week. Do you even love me anymore?" He sighed dramatically, earning a muffled laugh from you. "My finals are coming up, Hwa. Been rushing my deadlines and finishing up on revision. I gotta do this to earn my veterinary certification, hm?" "Well, anytime you wanna quit your course and live with me 24/7, I'll take care of you. Nothing would make me happier to, actually. MATZ has been doing so well recently." He puffed up his chest. You found it cute whenever he was protective like this. "Okay, Hwa. I'll keep you posted." The two of you settled into comfortable silence.

The quietness and stillness in the air suddenly made him very aware of your movements. He raised his eyebrows when he realised you were being touchier than usual. Your hands were roaming his shoulders, tracing circles over his neck tattoo and gold chains that sat above his unbuttoned collar. The occasional shift of your hips didn't go unnoticed by the tattooed man, either. Seonghwa experimentally slid a veiny hand under your hoodie, blushing when he felt your bare back, marking the absence of a bra strap.

"Sweetheart, are you-"

"Mhm... needy for you, Hwa."

"Oh-- we're in my office now, though, Hongjoong could hear us..."

"Wouldn't you like that?"

Seonghwa's face heated up at the thought of his partner overhearing the two of you. The possibility someone else, especially his best friend/business partner, hearing the two of you fucking in his office turned him on. A lot.

His shy expression quickly changed to a dominant, cockier one. Quickly pinning you onto the couch, he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He tasted like smoke and the cherry lip gloss you had bought him a month ago, and you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, effectively hoisting yourself up, before pulling away from his lips to kiss and lick at the tattoo scrawled across his neck. Seonghwa groaned at the feeling, his eyes glazing over and landing on his fluffy, new fur coat that was draped on the nearby chair. A devious idea popped into his head.

"Sweetheart, wait... I wanna do something." You stopped sucking at the 'A' on his neck and tilted your head curiously at him. He tugged at the hem of your hoodie, his eye contact with you searching for consent. You let him, of course. You trusted him. He lifted off your hoodie right away, sucking in a breath at the sight of your bare torso. "My pretty girl," he sighed, making you flush a bright red hue. Seonghwa leaned forward to leave a kiss on your breasts and gestured you to take off your pants, before getting off the couch, seemingly to get something. You sat confused, naked except for your dark blue panties, until you saw him grab the fur coat on the chair beside the couch.

The faux fur brushed against your skin as Seonghwa helped you put it on. It was huge, heavy and fluffy, covering everything yet nothing on your bare figure. He stepped back to take you in, a guttural moan leaving his throat at the sight of you naked form practically drowning underneath the fluffy mass of fabric. You, on the other hand, were aching for his touch. A whole week of being apart from your lover, deprived of his love, his intimacy, deprived of him. He noticed your pouty lips and squirming, and chuckled teasingly.

"Can't wait, sweetheart?"

You were about to nod in response, but was cut off when you felt a long finger being pressed against your moist folds. A whiny gasp slipped out of your mouth, and your hands scrambled to find support on Seonghwa's strong forearms. He smiled as he lightly rubbed circles on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, your whines sounding like music to his chain-adorned ears. "Hwa...hurry, I want your dick in me already," you panted out. Seonghwa scoffed teasingly at your impatient tone. "Patience, sweetheart, I need to prep you first."

His expert fingers tugged aside the fabric covering your pussy, exposing yourself to him fully. Two fingers were pushed into your aching hole, causing you to arch your back at the feeling. Breathless moans filled the room as he curled and thrusted his fingers into you at a torturously slow pace. He knew you were sensitive, and it was driving you crazy how slow he was going.

"H-Hwa..."

"Shhh, I know."

The building knot in your tummy snapped, and you came undone on your lover's long fingers. But just as you began to catch your breath, Seonghwa leaned down to lick up your juices. The cold metal of his grillz shot through your core, drawing out a high-pitched cry from you.

Blinking back tears from the overstimulation, you glanced down at your boyfriend. He was sitting comfortably between your legs, lips and grillz teeth shiny with your arousal, mouth spread in a loving grin as if he didn't just finger-fuck you to an orgasm.

He got up and kissed a tear rolling down your cheek. "I'm sorry, baby, I just had to tease you a little. I'll give you what you want now." Seonghwa picked you up and shifted you to a more comfortable spot on the couch, the heavy coat's fur swishing quietly as he did so. You shivered as the fur brushed against your nipples, perky from being exposed to the surrounding air.

There was a light clunk of a belt buckle, followed by a zipping noise, before Seonghwa finally pressed his pretty cock against your bare stomach, earning a sigh of relief from you. You licked your lips at the sight of his flushed, hard member. "Did you miss me or did you miss my dick?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow when you stared for a little too long. You whined back, and he sighed in defeat before pressing his cock into your entrance, already wet and lubricated from him fingering you open earlier.

"F-fuck! So warm..." Seonghwa hissed as his cock sank into you. You cried out, reaching out to bury your face into his neck when he started to thrust in and out of you. Sloppy slaps of skin, whiny moans, curses and the occasional swish of faux fur against leather filled the room as Seonghwa fucked you into the couch. The air reeked of hot sex and cigarette smoke, but neither of you minded. He gazed lovingly at you through his lashes, admiring how you looked in his fur coat, with his dick in you. The possessiveness that you two had for each other always made him hard whenever it showed.

He winced when you clenched on him particularly hard. "Oh s-shit- you like my cock? You like your drug dealer boyfriend's cock?" You nodded hastily, drool beginning to form on the side of your lips. Seonghwa smirked, but was barely keeping his composure at the sight of you so cock-drunk. He pulled you in with his free hand for a kiss, heavy metal rings on his fingers squishing your face and making your breath hitch involuntarily. The lingering taste of tobacco on his lips made you moan, eyes glazing over from pleasure as his tongue pushed past your lips to invade your mouth.

It wasn't long before both of you came undone. You sighed breathily as your second orgasm formed a ring of white liquid around Seonghwa's dick, and he quickly pulled out to cum onto your bare stomach. Still panting from his orgasm, he gathered some of his fluids onto his fingers, and stuffed your mouth with them. You hummed appreciatively in response, suckling his fingers clean as he admired your flushed, fucked-out expression.

♡♡♡

"Yah, I was only out for awhile! What did you guys do??" Hongjoong snickered an hour later as he waltzed into the room and over to the couch. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth when Seonghwa shot a stern look at him, index finger pressed to his lips as if to say "shut the fuck up you big-mouthed minion". His other hand was wrapped around your sleeping figure, still naked but bundled up in his fur coat and shielded from Hongjoong's eyes.

Hongjoong raised his hands, exaggeratingly mouthing a "sorry!" that his best friend scoffed quietly at. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and returned his gaze back to you. His heart warmed at the peaceful look you had in your sleep, but his dick stirred at the sight of you covered by nothing but his oversized fur coat. Needless to say, he was definitely giving you a round 2 once you woke up.

If you've managed to read this far, thank you so much for reading my fanfic! 🙏 I hope you enjoyed it 😭

you should, idk, make a mingi fic where he comvinces you to record yourself with his phone so he can watch it over his tour but then accidentally sends it to the groups gc and they all get off to it and send the videos of themselves getting off to said video to you to watch.

...does this make sense??

eh-

Pairing: Idol!Mingi X Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Notes: recording sexual acts, pussy eating, blowjob, unprotected sex, masturbation, kinda OT8, making out,

little surprise but you’ll have to read to find out.

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Mingi groans and tosses himself on the bed beside you “I finished packing..” you look over at him with raised eyebrows “so why are you groaning?” “Because my flight with the members is tomorrow, I’ll have to leave you for a month or two.” You’re reminded of the fact that he had to head off for tour so the house will be empty for awhile. You knew he would be busy as an idol, you signed up for it and he always made time for you after all the missed days so it never bothered you. Thing is Mingi hated to be apart from you so he dreaded everytime he had to go off for weeks. “But I was thinking..” he rolls over to face you and grins, pulling you closer, he looked incredibly mischievous. You squint at him with suspicion as he caresses your thigh, squeezing it, you can tell he wants something or wants to ask something “speed this up Mingi, what do you want?” He chuckles “Mm I was wondering..Can We maybe…make a movie?” Now you’re confused “A movie?” “Yknow we fuck, it’s recorded..on my phone..I just need something to hold me over while I’m away from you.” You find yourself laughing, thinking that it was a joke but when you see how serious he is you stop “oh you’re not joking?” “Um no, and you know I wasn’t embarrassed with asking until you laughed.” He bites his lip while still smiling like an idiot “I’m sorry baby, I just wasn’t really expecting a request like that.” “So..” his voice trails off “would you do it?” You tap your chin playfully pretending to think “hmm.” Moving closer to him you grin “I don’t know..”

Mingi pushes both his hands together as if praying and pouts “please baby, please please, I promise I won’t ask for anything else.” Unable to hold it in you break into a fit of laughter “ok, ok yes baby my answer is yes.” Mingi leans in for a kiss and you reciprocate, both of you coming together before pulling away a short while after. “Do I have to dress pretty?” He kisses your forehead and shakes his head “Why bother if I’m just gonna rip those clothes off of you?” “Fair point, so how do we do this huh?” He sets his phone up on the nightstand and angles it, making sure the full bed was seen “can you see if you’re in the Frame?” He asks, you move forward and squint your eyes a bit “Mhm.” Once it’s all set up he presses record and heads back over to the bed, neither of you had wasted anytime your lips once again pressing together as you two kissed and for awhile too as he’d be leaving tomorrow and he wouldn’t be able to taste your lips for awhile. He tugged on your hair, and you hungrily pulled his shirt up and off his body, he did the same back to you. Your bodies pressed together as he occasionally looked over at the phone to be sure it was still recording. You two couldn’t take long, this would have to be quick but, that didn’t mean it had to be too rushed.

You tugged on his pants and without hesitation he slipped right out of them as well as his boxers, his hard cock springing up and slapping against his stomach, you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath and both of you had a quick moment of eye contact that was full of lust and excitement. Mingi switched positions with you, he was now laying on the bed as you crawled between his legs slowly placing kisses on his thighs and his lower abdomen, he admired every inch of you, his eyes following your every move as he looked on with desperation and anticipation of your next move. You started by teasing the tip of his cock with your tongue, kitten licking it and sucking on it, he threw his head back against the pillows low groans coming out from his throat. You did this for a few more seconds before pushing yourself down on his cock until it hit the back of your throat, you started bobbing your head up and down, holding the bottom of his base and your eyes flickered up to see what facial reaction he was giving you. He was staring up at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, lips just slightly parted and emitting moans. “Oh fuck, slow down baby, I know we can’t be too slow but..” he grits his teeth as you suck even harder, hollowing your cheeks and gagging yourself as you tried to take him deeper. This went on for a few before Mingi had to pull you off of him “easy there, I almost came.” You grin “isn’t that the point?” Mingi rolls his eyes “I don’t want it to be so soon darling now lay down, legs open.” You happily and obediently oblige, Mingi slowly and teasingly pulled your underwear down your legs until they were completely off, he then tossed them elsewhere and pushed your legs up and against your stomach for better access.

“Looks delicious, mind if I get a taste?” “Since you asked so politely.” He teases your clit by pinching it softly with his fingers and this incites a moan out of you. His fingers slide through your folds, feeling just how wet and ready you were for him, he spread them and eagerly dipped his head down, his tongue lapping up your arousal. “Mingi…” you moaned softly which only made him go feral as he slides his tongue up and down and would sometimes suck on your clit, he clearly was enjoying this as you caught a peek of his cock twitching against his stomach. “Should I let you cum baby?” He says between breathes, face still buried and enjoying the meal. You could barely even get a word out without moaning so you tried to gather yourself “y-yes..p-please.” “And if I let you cum now are you sure you can do it again for me on my cock? Hm?” You nod eagerly “promise?” “I promise.” He flicks his tongue on your clit and sucks hard, you can feel your stomach getting tighter by the second, your toes flexing and pointing as your head was practically spinning. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to wash over you and god was it amazing, all the teasing Mingi was doing only made it worthwhile. Mingi kissed the skin on your legs and traveled all the way up to your breasts where he unhooked your bra and tossed it, his lips latching on your nipples and sucked, his hand massaging your other after. Having just cum you could feel the sensation traveling down and instantly you were turned on once again, wanting him even more “Mingi..no more foreplay I want you.”

“Ok baby whatever you want.” Mingi gets up from the bed, walks over to the phone where he stops the recording, takes it and joins you back on the bed “lay on your stomach, ass up.” You turn onto your stomach lower body up and upper body pressed into the mattress. Mingi flips the camera angle so that it’s facing you and lines his tip up at the entrance, he presses record and pushes in slowly, a low groan escaping his throat. He let you adjust to his size and then started his pace, his thrusts were fast and you felt him twitch inside of you as he looked at his phone to be sure his hand was angled correctly “fuck baby, I’m gonna miss this.” You tried to laugh but ultimately it came out weird as you moaned in between them “y-you’re going on tour for a month..ah…not..enlisting..” he chuckles and slaps a hand down on your ass and you yelp “not having you for a year…I’d lose my mind.” He says between breaths , suddenly his pace becomes faster and more aggressive, he uses his free hand to grip your waist, his body engulfing your lower half “I’m gonna come, fuck.” “Me too..” unable to hold the phone any longer Mingi drops it on the bed and flips you around, quickly slipping back in. He leans forward, his lips attaching to yours, you pushed yourself forward and mingi wraps an arm around your back to hold you up. You moaned into his mouth as he kept up his pace, the kiss stopped “I love you.” He says, biting his lip “I love you too.” After that the both of you came together. Mingi collapses onto of you and stops the recording “I really, really don’t wanna go tomorrow…”

“The fans miss you guys, trust me you say this now but you’ll really have fun once the first stop rolls around.” He kisses your forehead and slowly pulls out “I know…I just wish I could take you with me.” You softly push him off and weakly stand up “you and me both baby, now I’m gonna take a bath, care to join?” He eagerly gets up and you both head to the bathroom.

In the morning Mingi is gone, he made sure to give you a kiss goodbye and texted you when he made it to the airport and the next day he texted you when he had landed and he and the members were at their hotel.

Mingi <3 : god finally we’re settled at the hotel..I was so bored that entire flight.

Y/n : uh you did sleep right?

Mingi<3 : yes I did, got bored of doing that too but I did. I’m sharing a room with San, but everyone’s all in yunho & jonghos room right now..conversing.

Y/n : that’s nice babe, say..you mind sending me Those videos you took? Yknow..

Mingi<3 : say no more sweetheart, give me moment.

You stood up from your bed and headed over to the kitchen to get yourself a snack and as you were staring into the fridge your phone started blowing up with messages. Concerned you checked your phone and saw that it was both the groupchat and mingi. You scrolled up and your heart drop when you saw the videos Mingi had sent to the chat. Almost immediately you called him and he picked up after a few rings “yes baby? I’m kind of taking a shower right now, did you get the videos?” “Mingi! You sent the fucking videos to the groupchat with the other members!” You heard him drop something before getting back to you “oh shit, I did?? I’m 100% sure they went to you!” “Mingi. Check, the chat now.” He puts the phone down for a moment and checks the chat to unfortunately confirm that he did accidentally send them to the group chat, not only that but other videos were sent and by the other members. This caused Mingi to grin “oh..” by this time you were already back in your bedroom, a course of adrenaline running through your body and strangely enough, excitement. “You still on the line sweetheart?” “Yes..” “so then you see what else is being sent?” You clench your teeth and look down at the floor “I do..” Mingi stops the shower and steps out “You love it don’t you?” “Love what?” He chuckles “the attention..I mean let’s be real baby, you and I both know you love an audience why are you acting like it doesn’t turn you on?” He says in a playful tone, what sucks was that he was right, the more you looked at each video..the more it made the pool between your thighs grow.

You kept silent and Mingi kept silent too, he was waiting for you to say something. Each member had differently lengths, different ways of getting off, you couldn’t help but fall back on the bed, your hand creeping down to your clit. Breathy moans leaving “someone’s brave..” Mingi stated on the other line “it’s..it’s as you said..” “and what did I say baby?” “That it turns me on..having all this attention on me.” He smiles as if you can see it “turn your FaceTime on darling, let us see you. And keep the phone up on the nightstand.” You do as your told, Mingi and the rest of the members are free to see every part of your lower half as you lay back with your legs up, your finger sliding through your folds. Your body was so warm, so soft..”good baby good, start with two fingers, don’t touch any other part.” You listened and stuffed two fingers inside, pumping them slowly. You could see each member behind the screen, their hands wrapped around their cocks as they slowly Flicked their wrists. Groans coming out of each one of them, Mingi sending you praises that only fueled you to keep going. “Move your fingers faster and play with your clit.” Your free hand slid down to your clit and you rubbed circles around it, In the back of your mind you missed Mingi so bad and all you thought about was being used by him..and secretly the other members.

“Now play with your breasts, and don’t be afraid to be vocal darling.”

“Fuck she’s so hot.” That voice belonged to Seonghwa and you could see that he flicked his wrists much faster, indicating that he was close. “Mingi would you ever let us..” Hongjoongs voice trailed off as if he was too nervous to ask “would I ever let any of you fuck her?” Hongjoong nodded “maybe.” That made you clench around nothing, your heart racing. One by one each member came, and now it was just you and Mingi “You close baby? Because I am.” You nodded “so close..” you continued rubbing circles on your clit and pinching your nipples, pulling and twisting them harshly as Mingi pushes you closer to the edge. “Ah-“ you came first and mingi followed suit after, dropping his hand and breathing heavily. “Have I told you that I missed you already?” You can’t help but laugh “yes Mingi..like 10 times..I miss you too.” He watched you sit up straight and grab the phone “it’s gonna be tough having to wait but with these videos..” “I think they’ll hold me over for awhile.” There’s a smile on your face as you speak and mingi smiles too “ditto, but listen baby I don’t wanna go right now but I really have to..managers making us get ready for an event so text you later or call?” You nod “go and have fun sweetheart, not too much fun though.” You day with a wink and he winks back “don’t worry I won’t, but I love you and I’ll text you later.” Both of you say goodbye and mingi hangs up, leaving you to finally relax in bed again.

I have something else I’d love to request, I think you might love it 🫶🏼

I was thinking maybe a Drabble where you suck off yunho before he gets up on stage to perform, because who likes performing with an uncomfortable boner yeah?

Can be short doesn’t have to be a full fic!

OF COURSEEEEE!!

Dick sucking (that’s all fr) and Dominate Yunho 🤭

10 minutes || Jeong Yunho

Hey, could you come here for a moment?” You hear the sound of Yunho calling out from his dressing room.

“Sure, I'll be right there in a minute.” You respond, as you take a final look at the clothing layout you set out for Seonghwa for the upcoming concert happening in 10 minutes.

You walk into the dressing room and your eyes are immediately drawn to the sight of Yunho. He's standing there in front of you, looking a bit flushed and agitated.

At first sight you don’t even notice the clear sign of his arousal happening in front of your eyes.

After standing there for a bit longer, he breaks the silence telling you clearly what he wants. “Come on princess, look down you know what you gotta do for me.”

The slight demand and conviction comes out in a soft but firm tone, leaving you feeling like you can’t say no to him.

“Knees.” His tone becomes more demanding and forceful as before watching you get on your knees for him without hesitation.

Him being pleased by your submission, his face can't hide the smile he has on it. He enjoys the control he has over you, and loves the fact that you're submitting to him completely.

As he starts unbuckling his pants, your gaze is locked onto his crotch. You can feel your breathing becoming shallow and mouth watering.

As he pulls down his pants, his thick, hard cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face. You can feel the warmth of his shaft as it brushes against your cheek, and the smell of his arousal fills her nostrils.

The precum dripping from the tip of his cock catches your eye. It's a clear sign that he's ready for you.

“Come on princess we don’t have all day.” As he speaks in a rushing tone, you feel a tingle of excitement running through your body.

Without further prompting, you take his cock into your mouth.

Your lips wrap tightly around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down, creating a wet, slurping sound. You take more of him into your mouth with each downward stroke, your tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Your cheeks hollow, taking him deeper, and your throat working to accommodate his girth. He grabs fistfuls of your hair, pulling gently as he loses control. “Just like that princess, just like that.” His hips begin to buck, meeting her rhythm as he pushes further into your mouth.

His cock fills your senses, and you can feel him getting closer to his climax just from the sound of his high pitched whines filled with desperation and neediness.

“I'm so close princess, don’t stop.” His moans grow louder, more urgent, as you continue to pleasure him. His body tenses, and you know he’s about to cum. You take him deeper.

His hips buck wildly against your face as he loses control, with his seed spurting into your mouth.

He lets out a long, down out moan of pleasure, “Fuck-”

As he regains his senses, you slowly release his cock from your mouth, making a soft popping sound as you pull off.

You look up at him, lips glistening with his cum, and smiles "All done." You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his still-hard cock,

a member of the staff is calling from the other side of the door, and you can tell by their tone that it's something urgent.

“YUNHO IT'S TIME FOR THE SHOW.”

I’m here to be horny and write horny shit so if you came here looking for fluff,,I hate to be the bearer of bad news 😂but you’ll have to look elsewhere.

Christmas gift || Park Seonghwa

Sub!hwa series

Summery: Seonghwa gives you a little surprise when you come home from work.

A/n: This concludes the mini series!!

As you enter the house, you can't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight before you. Seonghwa bound to a chair, his cock already hard and ready for action. A red bow is wrapped around the base of his shaft, with a tiny vibrator attached to it, causing it to buzz and vibrate against his sensitive flesh. Seonghwa's voice trembles with a mix of need and longing as he whines,

"Merry Christmas, Mommy."

You approach him slowly, taking in the sight of his exposed cock and the way it jerks and twitches

Seonghwa bucks his hips up, shaking and trembling as he moans loudly. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

My hand wraps around his shaft, my touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. The sensation intensifies as I stroke him with precision and skill, bringing him closer to the edge.

The vibrating toy sending waves of ecstasy through his body. "That's my good boy," I whisper, relishing in his submission.

Seonghwa's body trembles uncontrollably as the overstimulation becomes too much. His breathing grows ragged, and he whimpers in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

Eat it || Park Seonghwa

Sub!hwa series — Sub!hwa series!

Summery: You get what you want, and he just agrees.

Pairing: Mean Dom!Reader x SubHwa

Warnings: pussy eating, the use of the nicknames (my bitch, the word bitch in general)!!

A/n: Be prepared for this one.

Seonghwa's tongue dances across my folds, his whines muffled against my wetness. He asks with a pleading tone, "Am I doing it right, Mommy?" His actions speak louder than words as he devours me with unbridled passion.

I moan loudly, pushing his head deeper into my depths. "My bitch is doing so good," I pant in ecstasy. His skilled touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me as he obediently follows my lead.

His whine against my cunt is a mix of desire and hunger. "Taste so good," he murmurs, his words filled with longing and satisfaction.

His head emerges briefly for air, but I push it back down with a demanding tone. "Keep going, bitch," I pant breathlessly, craving his unrelenting devotion.

Seonghwa's long tongue fucks in and out of me, a rhythmic dance of pleasure that drives us both to the brink. Moans escape our lips as we surrender to the sensations.

My juices flow freely, painting his face with a sheen of pleasure.

“Get towel and wipe your face.” Your voice was laced with a chilling detachment, devoid of any warmth or affection. It sent shivers down his spine, making him feel like he had disappointed you in some way.

He quickly nods and hurries off to find a towel, Seonghwa comes back with the towel and carefully wipes his face with it, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes dart nervously between me and the task at hand, trying to avoid any further displeasure from my cold gaze.

"I've got what I needed. Now leave," I command, my voice cold and dismissive. Seonghwa quickly gathers his things and exits the room, leaving me alone with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

I love you || Park Seonghwa

Summery: You and your cute subby boyfriend tries pegging.

Paring: Sub!Hwa x Dom!reader

Warning: Smut, pegging, (that’s all tell me if I missed anything)

A/n: this was kinda rushed so I know it sucks a bit 😞

As you continued to thrust in and out of Seonghwas tight hole, the man’s cries of pleasure only grew louder. His mind was completely clouded by the sensation of being filled and the feeling of being loved. As his fully hard cock slapped against his stomach with each thrust he cried out “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I know you do.” You said pounding into him harder. Seonghwa’s thoughts began to become incoherent, his words a jumble of moans and gasps.

You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he began arching his back with every powerful thrust. The muscles on his stomach flexed and rippled beneath his pale skin while his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

With a look of intense desire in his eyes, you grabbed his throbbing member and began stroking it in time with the powerful thrusts. The smooth skin of his cock slid against your palm, sending electric shock waves of pleasure through his entire body. The sensation was too much for him to bear; he let out a primal scream, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax. Tears streaming down his face, he pleaded for you to continue. “Please don’t stop baby, please.”

Seonghwa’s breaths became increasingly labored his and eyes remained closed, lost in the pleasure you were giving him. His soft moans filled the room, fueled by the primal desire that coursed through his veins. You watched as his shaft twitched in anticipation, the tip glistening with a generous amount of precum. His hips jerked involuntarily, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him.

Seonghwa’s grip on your arms tightened, and he whimpered your name in a pleading tone. His moans turned to gasps for air as you took control of him and guided him towards the peak of ecstasy once again. With every thrust, you felt the velvety walls of his ass squeeze around the silicone, drawing out every last sensation.

Seonghwa’s body tensed and his eyes shot open, revealing a look of pure ecstasy on his face. His entire being was consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through him as he screamed your name and arched his back. The tightened muscles of his ass squeezed around the toy as he was overtaken by the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. His seed erupted from his cock, painting his stomach in thick, white cream as he convulsed in an almost painful release.

The sounds of his moans and gasps echoed through the room slowly thrusting, giving him time to ride out the intense wave of pleasure that overtook him. When it was finally over you pulled out of him and he collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, his body shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Sometimes I have to remind myself I am not writing for you guys.

Okay, yes, kind of. But the reason I write is because I like to do it, I like to bring ideas and scenario's to life with words and I should not get so worried about my followers and everyone on tumblr disliking it, cuz it's my work

So if you feel like this too; here's your reminder to let yourself write whatever you want to write❤️

“This life isn’t your beginning nor is it your end.”

Kinkmas

Masterlist

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Name: LUNA ♡︎

Birthday / age: 19 — 09/27/04

Zodiac sign: Libra

Minor dni ( I write smuts )

Any pronouns

Gonna start back writing in the summer 😊

Masterlist

Nsfw

★ 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 ★

➤ Park Seonghwa - Needing you, Anything you want, I love you, Eat it, Christmas gift,

➤ Kang Yeosang: -

➤ Kim Hongjoong: -

➤ Jeong Yunho - Thanksgiving special, 10 minutes , Since When?, Do it for me,

➤ Choi San: -

➤ Song Mingi: -

➤ Jung Wooyoung: -

➤ Choi JongHo: -

☆ 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 ☆

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 || 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐨

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 || 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐮 𝐱 𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧

OMG OMG OMG 😭😭

IF YALL SEE ANYTHING DELETED IM NOT BEING SHADY!

I GAVE MY LITTLE SISTER MY PHONE AND SHE WENT ON MY TUMBLR AND DELETED ALMOST EVERYTHING THAT DIDNT HAVE PICTURE ICONS.

@jonghoslvt

@ninrinv

AND ANYBODY ELSE I HAVE REBLOGGED AND TAGGED IM SO SORRY. IVE LEARNED MY LESSON TO NEVER GIVE 6 YEAR OLDS MY PHONE. 🥹

I ASKED HER LITTLE ASS WHY SHE DID IT AND SHE SAID “Well they didn’t have pretty pictures”

OOOOO MY MAMA NEED TO GET HER KID

Anything you want || Park Seonghwa

Summery: He will never notice how much you’re using him, that’s how in love he is with you.

Warnings: smut, face riding, and begging.

Pairing: Sub!Seonghwa x Dom!femreader

a little mini series for Christmas, I will start making the master-list (Seonghwa mini series).

Sickeningly you found yourself enjoying the power you had over him, with your pussy just above his face, teasing him with your wet folds, and his pleas growing more desperate. “Please mommy, I just want to taste you.” You just knew with those little words you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Please just sit on my face, anything you want I have.” His voice became hoarse, wild with desire and lust. You felt his hot breath near your sensitive folds, aching for just a little taste, but you weren’t going to give in so easily without getting what you wanted first.

“Seonghwa baby, do you know what I want from you?” Your fake sweet syrupy voice is laced with false promises, and manipulation made to control him.

With his mind being filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and love.You knew he couldn’t tell the difference between your fake love and genuine affection that he longed for from you.

“I want everything you have to offer me, money, cars, houses, and more.” You said before slowly lowering yourself onto his face, taking your time, savoring the feeling of his warm breath against your sensitive folds. Your hips began to move in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, he couldn’t help but moan as you started to ride his face that was now soaked with your sweet juices.

With a mix of his and your moans filling the room. Your teasing movements continued, each one sending shock waves of pleasure through his body.

As you felt the need growing in between your legs aching for more, you increased your pace, body weight pressing down on his face. His moans grew louder, muffled by your wetness as you continued to ride him.

You could feel the heat building up inside you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. With one last push, you threw your head back in ecstasy, your orgasm rushing over you like a wave.

Your body shook violently, and your juices dripped down onto his face as you rode out the intense pleasure.

As the orgasmic waves subsided, you slowly dismounted from his face, body still trembling from the intense pleasure. You looked down to see a large wet spot on his gray sweatpants, evidence of his release. His eyes were still rolled back in a trance, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. You smiled, feeling a sense of power and satisfaction.

You reached up and gently ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. You leaned in and brushed his wet nectar filled lips against yours, tongue darting out to tease his. He’s helpless under you, his body still reeling from the orgasm you had given him.

He mumbled "You can have anything,"

— Sub!Hwa Christmas special

Happy holidays everyone, I am so excited to announce my mini series for kinkmas this year! Since this is my first time doing anything like this it’s going to be an interesting experience. The many kinks I have in mind for this year is going to have y’all shaking.

( Update every week or when I have an idea) 🤙🏽

1 — Needing you

2 — Anything you want

3 — I love you

4 — Eat it

5 — Christmas gift

Needing you || Park Seonghwa

Summery: Your subby boyfriend tries out the new toy you got him.

Warnings: Smut, male masturbation, sex toys, and mommy kink.

A/n: Had to come back with a banger for y’all. I love the icons I made btw!! 🫶🏽 pretty proud with the way this came out.

His muscular body was covered in the fine sheen sweat, and breathing becoming ragged. He was lost in the sensation that his new cock ring you gifted him gave him. Buzzing against his cock just the way he liked it.

As the toy continued to vibrate against his cock he began to moan louder, “Yes baby just like that.” His hips thrusting forward in time with the rhythm sending more waves of pleasure through his body.

His fingers dug into the sheets, and he arched his back pushing his cock deeper into the toy. He picked up the pace, moving the toy harder and faster against his cock.

As Seonghwas orgasm builds up he increases the intensity of the vibrations from his cock ring. The toy's thrusts match his rhythm, pushing him closer and over the edge. “Oh fuck yes,”

His body tenses, and his cock starts to throb, a thick stream of precum oozes out of the tip, and he moans loudly as he finally reaches his climax.

While his orgasm subsides, he decides to stimulate himself, wanting to see how far he can go. He increases the intensity of the vibrations from his cock ring and the toys thrust, making them faster and harder.

“I need you so bad.” His moans grew louder, and his body starts to tremble. Sweat drips down from his forehead, and he grips the sheets tightly. his cock twitches in response to the intense stimulation leaking and more precum.

Reaching his climax, his body shakes violently as he shoots hot cum all over the cock ring and his stomach.

He comes down from his high and looks at the camera with a smile on his face. “Thank you mommy” he says before sending you the video and setting his phone beside him.

He takes a deep breath, feeling satisfied and accomplished with what he just did.

Now, he’s excited to see what his girlfriend will think of it.

⭐️ Our little secret ; part 2 ⭐️

Warnings; smut, cheating, vouyerism, double penetration

Shout out to @lunaclipse for letting me write a part two to this! Absolutely had a blast writing it and hopefully it’s enjoyable. Please go read part one on their page if you haven’t!

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☆ Our little secret | Son Hyun-woo ☆

Warnings: (smut w a little plot, dabble, cheating) Tell me if y’all want a full smut and I will deliver for my pookies !! I don’t condone a

“Hyunwoo have you seen Y/n?” Jooheon said, speaking through the locked door to Hyunwoo on the other side.

Your mouth was still covered, you mumbled his name, pussy clenching around him hard, to which he looked down and smiled “Oh your body seems to be enjoying this situation huh?” He keeps pushing his cock into you, Jooheon getting slightly annoyed at the lack of answers “Hyunwoo I Fucking know you’re in there have you seen Y/n? I know she was here awhile ago.” The oldest just pushes his face closer to yours “well what should we tell him huh? Eventually he’ll unlock the door, I probably should’ve told you he knows how to do that now.” He uncovers your mouth, half expecting you to let out some noise but you keep your lips zipped, only whispering “Tell him I left!” His thrusts slow down “mm I don’t know..I mean you made your bed, might as well lay in it right?” Your heart was clenching, but so was something else. On one hand you felt awful for being in the position you were in right now, but on the other hand the adrenaline rush you got from it was amazing. “Hyunwoo!” You quietly yell, which finally gets him to pull out “alright, alright get your clothes and hide under the bed.” You swiftly grab your stuff and place yourself under the bed and just in time too as Jooheon had somehow unlocked the door like Hyunwoo said he would.

When Jooheon saw that he was naked he averted his eyes “what the fuck are you doing?” Hyunwoo shrugs his shoulders “masturbating, you ever heard of privacy? I was really getting into it.” Honey rolled his eyes and scanned the room “hm, maybe she left while I was in the shower I’ll just text her in a few minutes.” Your heart was racing as Hyunwoo and Jooheon spoke, you heard the edge of the bed creaking, indicating that joo was sitting down. “Dude can you please get out so I can continue what I was doing?” “It couldn’t have been that good for you to be this desperate for me to leave.” Hyunwoo groans “just get out.” He says with an annoyed roll of his eyes, joo pesters him some more before eventually leaving.

A few days had passed since that event and honestly the whole thing had been eating you alive, you’re not the kind of person to cheat on someone but Hyunwoo was really good at making you want him to an unhealthy degree. You were practically sulking all day and Jooheon took notice of this, plopping himself down on the bed next to you, hands grabbing yours and rubbing a thumb over it. “Something wrong baby? You’ve been very..’to yourself’ all day now.” He’s concerned, eyebrows raised and lips in a small pout, if he keeps looking at you like that you’ll eventually crack. “Guess I’m just a bit stressed out about something is all.” You look up at the ceiling avoiding eye contact with him “do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head immediately “not really honey, least not at the moment..I’ll need some time.” There was absolutely no good way to tell him the truth and you knew the kind of person he was.

You knew it was wrong to keep this to yourself. “Well..I won’t force you to tell me, but maybe I can ease the stress..” suddenly he places a hand on your stomach and eases his way up your shirt, stopping just a bit as a way to ask for permission “what do you say hm?” Maybe this would be a good way to forget about what went down between you and Hyunwoo so you leaned back a bit and nodded “don’t worry baby I’ll take good care of you.” His fingers trace their way from your stomach up to your chest, he pulls and twists your nipples, his lips making their way to yours to pull you in for a kiss to which you happily accept. Your stomach is filled with butterflies as he touches you all over, admiring each and every part of you and you’ll admit this is what made Jooheon a better lover. His fingers have now made their way down to your inner thighs and he swiftly discards your pants and underwear, growling at the sight of how wet you had become “Fuck, you want it so bad don’t you?” You whine as a response and gasp when he pushes your legs apart and stuffs in two fingers using your arousal as lube. You were basically open and ready so he had no problem getting his fingers to scissor you “ahh joo, be gentle.” He grins “since when were you the type to enjoy gentle fingering?” He stretches you open with ease, brushing over your sweet spot and placing kisses on your neck, it was absolute bliss but you were getting impatient.

You tugged on his boxers and he once again had a grin plastered across his face “someone’s impatient, but no worries baby I’ll speed this up.” He slips out of his underwear and tosses them god knows where, his cock springing up and already leaking precum. You attempted to go down and please him but he declined “This is about you hun, just sit back and let me do all the work.” The way he was speaking so gently towards you had your heart practically in knots, you didn’t have the guts to tell him, you didn’t. “I think you’re loose enough.” Pulling his fingers out Jooheon grabs both of your legs and holds them apart for just a second, lining up his cock at your entrance and slowly pushing in. The feeling had your head spinning and toes already curling, joo May have not been as big as Hyunwoo but he was Long and slightly curved so it was always easy for him to brush over your g spot with no effort. Once he was all the way in he held both of your legs with one arm and leaned forward, his eyes meeting yours. He looked so smitten with joy and pleasure, his teeth catching his bottom lip, eyes shutting as he started to move. “shit.” His pace started off slow but gradually got faster, he used his free hand and interlocked it with yours.

It was going well, that is until you said something that had him stop right in his tracks and almost immediately he went soft. “Hyunwoo?” He questioned, slipping out of you and moving back just a bit. It happened.

The thing you feared most had just happened and there really was no way to get out of it. You had moaned Hyunwoos name whilst being intimate with your boyfriend, one of the things you should absolutely never do. You don’t know why it happened, you just know that Jooheon went from being slightly uncomfortable and taken aback to pissed off. “Joo..I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say his name..” it didn’t even take him long to realize why you would say it in the first place, the events from a few days ago came crawling back in the back of his mind “so you were still here, you were just with him..that’s why he was naked..that’s why the door was locked..fuck..that’s why you’ve been so closed off.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer and never did you think this question would even come out of his mouth but it did “was he better?” Your jaw dropped and you were genuinely confused “what?” “Was he better? Did he fuck you better?” You shook your head and apologized profusely “Jooheon I’m really sorry, I didn’t have intentions on..well..doing these things with him..it happened only once and we didn’t even finish.” He narrowed his eyes “then that means he’s not better..but I won’t know until we test it. And it’s gonna bother me if I don’t..”

“Huh?”

Jooheon instructed you to put your underwear back on so you did and he followed suit, in just a few minutes he barged into hyunwoos room holding your hand. The eldest looked up from his computer and his eyes went from you to Jooheon “Well, I’m assuming you found out?” “Shut up asshole, I want to test something.” Hyunwoo raised his eyebrows and closed his laptop so that he could listen to whatever nonsense honey was about to mutter “test what exactly?” He asked with his arms folded “who fucks better.” “I’m sorry what?” Hyunwoo looks so genuinely dumbfounded that he has to rub his temples and move towards the end of the bed “Jooheon are you being serious right now?” He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a little chuckle, he absolutely couldn’t believe that the thing he worried about most was which one of them Could fuck you better, it was so ridiculous but so like him. “I’m very serious, I don’t even want to think about the fact that you could make her feel better than I could make her feel.” Hyunwoo sighs “alright fine, if it’ll get you to leave me alone faster.” Meanwhile you were off to the side, not really speaking, Jooheon looked over and grinned “ready to judge baby?”

You looked down and saw that he was hard and as was Hyunwoo, you wanted to act innocent but in all honesty this situation was way too delicious to pass up and besides you kind of were curious to know who could do you better. Though you reluctantly nodded so that you didn’t seem desperate in the moment, Hyunwoo pulled you to the bed where you sat down in the middle and watched as both of them bickered and tried to decide who would have you first. If they were really thinking they could do you at the same time, it might get them to put the argument aside but they were boys, they weren’t going to dig that deep into it. “Alright you just do it first, I’ll go last because we both know I’ll Fuck her better.” For a moment Hyunwoo tried to seem disinterested but Jooheons cocky statements only got him annoyed “I’ll go first but only to finish what we started a few days ago, I guarantee you she’ll pick me, if she doesn’t it’s probably to spare your feelings.” Seeing them argue had you clenching your legs together, it didn’t help that you were still incredibly turned on due to what you and jooheon were getting up to just minutes ago. And on cue Hyunwoo dipped on the bed, his eyes flicking up and then down at your legs “Glad we get to continue where we left off.” Jooheon scoffed at the comment but took a seat on Hyunwoo’s chair, watching everything. Your face was flushed as he pushed your legs apart and tugged your underwear down and off. “Hmm seems like he didn’t loosen you up enough, why don’t we fix that.” He dipped his head between your legs and dragged his tongue down and up past your clit, you closed your legs pretty abruptly which made him have to hold them apart as he ate you out like a starved man.

You looked over at Jooheon who was blushing like mad, it was clear he was Semi enjoying the situation even if he didn’t want to admit it. “Hyunwoo..” you whined, fingers getting tangled up in his hair “mm gonna cum if you continue..” he immediately stops, leaning up and licking his lips with a satisfied grin. “Get along with it already.” Jooheon says and Hyunwoo is quick to let out an annoyed sigh “ignore him, he’s being a baby.” You try not to really react, it went from a serious situation to something just so stupid and ridiculous. Jooheon should be upset about you cheating, he should just dump you but here he is letting his friend Fuck you just to prove some point. Hyunwoo slips out of his boxers and without wasting any time he lines up his cock at your entrance and pushes in, already there’s a clear difference, like you said before compared to Jooheon he was thick and filled up every crevice of your insides but you’ll admit it definitely didn’t hit the same.

His pace starts off fast and steady as one hand grips your leg and the other rubs circles around your clit, he leans forward, lips attaching to your nipple and he sucks on it biting down here and there. You clench around his length, to which he grabs your arms and pins them over your head as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. One thing about Hyunwoo was that he was much bigger than you, simply because he was toned and worked out a lot so his frame practically towered over yours and had your size kink going crazy. On the side Jooheon was concentrated, eyes watching you, lips parted as tiny groans slipped out, his hand wrapped tightly around his leaking cock as he flicked his wrist with each thrust. He was supposed to be angry and yet here he was getting off to the sight of his best friend fucking you. “Ahh..ngh.” You couldn’t keep quiet, he just kept hitting every right spot, pushing all the right buttons and it was driving you insane. “Hah, I’m gonna cum..fuck.” Hyunwoo continued rubbing your clit and pounding your g-spot but just when you were about to cum he stopped.

It left your brain empty with confusion and your pulsating cunt begging for more. Even Jooheon was confused “why’d you stop?” He asked and Hyunwoo sighed “because I think this is stupid, obviously you’re the one who fucks better, you’re her boyfriend and know what she likes best, besides she’s close so you should be the one to make her come.” Surprised by the statement Jooheon slightly grins “I’ve got a better idea why don’t we just fuck her at the same time?” Hyunwoo chuckles “are you sure she could even handle it?” Jooheon nods “I’m positive she can.” Hyunwoo shrugs his shoulders “alright I’m down if you are, and if she is.” The both of them turn their attention to you and Jooheon joins you two on the bed “What do you say baby? Think you can take us both.” Never in your life have you ever nodded so quickly, you just wanted to come so bad, all the teasing was driving you mad. “I gotta hear you say it.”

“I-i can take it, I promise, I just..I’m so close..” Jooheon places a kiss on your lips and lays down on his back “hop on top.” You eagerly position yourself cowgirl style on his lap and Hyunwoo positions himself at the back “are you sure you can handle it?” He asks, just to be sure “Please just put it in.” Your needy behavior was enough confirmation for him. Jooheon positions the tip at your entrance and slowly pushes in, if he’d trusted a few more times you were sure to come around his cock but your body was being stubborn. Next up was Hyunwoo, as to not hurt you he made his way in much slower than Jooheon, asking you often if it hurt or felt uncomfortable. You’ll be honest it didn’t hurt but the foreign feeling was definitely a bit uncomfortable and you needed some time to adjust. “It’s a little weird..please don’t move yet.” He respected your words and held himself in place, after a few minutes of letting yourself adjust to two at once you let them know it was okay to try moving. Jooheon was the first to start thrusting, and the difference in size had you moaning louder than you were just moments ago with Hyunwoo. Joo was closer to your G-spot which meant it was easy to brush over it with each trust, meanwhile Hyunwoo did the work of stretching you out and even that alone was enough to make you blank out.

Both of them fucked into you like it was nothing, Hyunwoo grabbing fistfuls of your hair and Jooheon wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing here and there, the lack of oxygen only fueled your orgasm to crash down on you faster. You clenched your toes and eventually started to feel overstimulated, crying out in both pleasure and pain as they rammed into you relentlessly. Hyunwoo was the first to spill inside of you, Jooheon groaned at the wet feeling of his cum sloshing around his cock and after a few thrusts he was also spilling into you, his hand gripping your waist and holding you in place “Yeah take it, fucking slut.” He licked the drool that was pooling on the side of your lips and sucked on your bottom lip leaving it pink and swollen. Your head was pounding, body sweating as they both pulled out of you, Hyunwoo collapsing next to you and honey. “Holy shit that was probably some of the best sex I’ve ever had.” Jooheon enthusiastically agreed, pulling you closer to his chest so that he could take in your comforting scent. “You alright my love?” He checked up on you, eyes never leaving yours “yes..” you tried to avert his gaze, the guilt taking over you. “Jooheon I’m sorry.” He only shook his head “don’t be, I’m not mad, I’m actually grateful, if you didn’t fuck him we wouldn’t have been able to do what we just did today.” However you doubted that right away, he definitely would’ve brought up the idea eventually, this situation was basically a way for him to get it out there.

You couldn’t complain though.

Stay Focused - San

Pairing: university student y/n x office worker San

Genre: smut with plot (MINORS DNI!)

Word Count: 12.5k (I don't know what happened)

Summary: Your mother insists on getting you a tutor for your studies. You want to resist until you meet Choi San, your tutor. His sweet talk and good looks make you focus on anything but your studies and you do everything to finally catch his attention in the same way.

Warnings: San is a few years older (5 to be exact), some nipple play, fingering, some orgasm denial, lots of dirty talk, blowjob (face-fucking leaning), protected sex, mirror sex

The reader in this is so horny omg. Just straight up trash for San (relatable). Also very long build-up.

"Good is not enough in this family," your mother repeats to you for what feels like the 100th time. „Your grades have to be exceptional if you want to work in my business."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you change your phone to the other hand to stir your pasta around. You just told her about your recent test results which of course are not satisfactory to her.

The problem is that you are actually doing pretty good. You never missed or failed a class, you passed all your courses with at least a good score and you had even fulfilled additional classes to broaden the spectrum of your studies. But just like she said: Good is not enough for her. She won't shut up about your grades until you reach 100% in all of your classes - which is basically impossible, especially in your field of study.

"Do you even still want to work in the family business?" your mother asks you provokingly. And the problem is, you do. You really do. Your mother is the CEO of a big pharmacy company and ever since you were a kid you followed her interest in chemistry. You even chose your pharmacy major without her influence. But now that you are taking the same path as her, she is all in your business about being the perfect little mini-her.

"I do, mom. I'm working hard on it, I promise. The next exam is in four weeks and I already started studying."

She makes a huffing sound before answering you: "You said that the last three times as well and still didn't get a full score. You should really get a tutor."

"Mom! I'm the best in my class. Why should I get a tutor? I'm doing great!" You are glad you're only talking to her on the phone so that she doesn't see the way your hands clasps over your face. She can't be serious with you. Getting a tutor with your grades is just embarrassing.

"But not great enough. You know what? The son of a close business partner recently started working at the company. He graduated a few years ago with an honour's degree and seems to be a very promising young man. I'll ask him to tutor you."

Your cheeks start to heat up just at the thought of how embarrassing the whole thing will be for you. Getting a tutor that worked for your mother is literally the worst case scenario. You feel like a high school student that doesn't pay attention in school and now gets scolded for it.

"I do not need a tutor, mom." You state once again but her mind is already made up.

"I'll give him your number and he will contact you. And don't you dare be rude to him, his father is very important for our business!"

You can't believe her words. Since when have you ever been rude to anyone she introduced you to? Your mother ends the call before you can protest any more.

Angrily, you fish a single spaghetti out of your pot to taste it. It's perfectly cooked when you munch on it in annoyance.

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This is Choi San.

Your mother told me you needed tutoring on your pharmacy classes and gave me your schedule.

I can teach you Tuesday and Thursday afternoon from 6PM. Would that work for you?

You fall back onto bed with a frustrated groan as you read the messages. She really asked him. Now you have no choice but agree to him tutoring you because your mother would kill you otherwise.

Typing a reply you take a deep breath. This will be such a waste of time for the both of you.

Hello! Tuesdays and Thursdays are good. Thank you so much.

You hate how pathetic you sound. What are you even thanking him for? You don't want him to tutor you and he was definitely forced by your mother so why even play pretend?

No problem. We can use meeting room 117 at the company since I reserved it for us. I'll see you on Tuesday.

You dread Tuesday every single day from now on. When it finally arrives you feel ridiculous as you enter the large building of your mother's company. You have been here countless times but you never thought you would get tutor lessons here.

Even worse is that your mother made you go greet her beforehand. She specifically texted you to visit her office before the appointment with Mr. Choi. You walk past her assistant with a polite greeting and finally enter her office.

The luxurious room sat at the top floor of the building with a nice view over the city. Sometimes you forget how successful her company actually is. It can be quiet intimidating.

"There you are," she greets you with a mere look up from a bunch of files on her desk. "I hope you prepared well for your tutoring session. Please don't embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Choi. His father is an important business partner of mine and he himself seems to be a very promising employee. I don't want my own daughter to make him think worse of the company."

Of course she only worries about the company. The idea that this is incredibly humiliating for her own daughter does not even cross her mind.

"Hello, mom. Of course I prepared well, I always do. I won't disappoint you."

She nods at you, satisfied with your answer before looking at her watch. "Then you should head to the meeting room. He is always ridiculously early for meetings so he's probably waiting for you already."

Great, you think to yourself. You hoped you would be able to grab a coffee beforehand.

"I'll go right away. Bye, mom."

You walk to the elevator with heavy steps and check your own watch. It's still fifteen minutes until 6PM so there's plenty of time to grab a coffee before, no matter what your mother might say.

Entering the elevator you select the floor of the meeting room with the plan to walk to the coffee pantry first. Half-way down, the elevator stops on a different floor. When the doors open you almost choke on your polite "Hello" as your eyes take in the person in front of you.

Walking into the elevator is easily the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. Dressed in a tight pair of dark pants and a perfectly fitted dress-shirt the handsome stranger repeats your greeting with a small bow and a mind-numbingly attractive smile. His eyes carry a little glimmer even behind the round pair of glasses he wears and as he pushes back his black hair you feel like swooning.

You have to keep yourself from staring when he takes his place in the elevator and both of you wait for it to move. Just now you realize he hasn't pushed a button, which means he is heading to the same floor as you. Out of the corner of your eyes you can't help but watch him.

He is a few inches taller than you but appears even bigger due to his broad frame. You wonder where that man even finds clothes that fit his stature with his broad shoulders and tiny waist. He checks his most definitely expensive wrist watch before looking at the display counting down the floors.

When the elevator doors open with a ding, you almost jolt. You were so caught up in thinking about how good he looks that you didn't even notice arriving on your floor. The handsome man gestures for you to step out first with another deadly smile in your direction.

"Thank you," you barely breath out as you step out of the elevator in front of him. It feels like the air outside is ten degrees colder. Without looking back you head to the pantry of the floor. You need a coffee even more than before now that you can only think of that guy from the elevator. There is no way you can concentrate on tutoring now without some caffeine.

The benefit of being the CEO's daughter is having a card with unlimited access to the coffee machines so you happily press the button for a black coffee. At the familiar buzzing sound you can finally relax and take a deep breath. No man has ever made you so flustered before just by existing. Maybe you should visit the office more often if that was the kind of employees your mother hired.

Taking your coffee into one hand and your study bag into the other you turn around to head to the meeting room. Caught up deeply in your thoughts you almost run head first into the person behind you.

"Woah, careful there. You don't want to spill that coffee do you?" his voice is smooth like honey, with a joking tone to it. You blink up at him a few times before you find your words.

"I'm sorry. I was distracted."

The man from the elevator smiles at you and you feel your body warming up from the inside out.

"Don't worry, nothing happened." He looks you up and down quickly before holding eye contact once again.

"Excuse the question, but do you happen to be director Kim's daughter?"

You stare at him in confusion. "Yes. Yes, I am. How did you know?"

He moves past you, grabbing a cup from the pantry himself and turning on the coffee machine before he answers:

"You share her eyes. But more importantly, your bag has a pin of the pharmacy faculty of the university and because I'm supposed to meet her daughter for tutoring on this floor in - " he checks his watch again: "exactly 12 minutes, I figured it might be you."

You are impressed. His looks are already enough to have your eyes turn into hearts but there is probably nothing that makes a man more attractive to you than his wit. But what hits you even more than that is the fact that THIS was your tutor.

I take everything back mom, I love tutoring. Sign me up for another year.

"Well, you figured correctly," you reply weakly, at a loss for words. "Nice to meet you Mr. Choi."

You put your cup on the pantry table to reach your hand out to him. He takes it with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Kim. I was going to get the two of us some coffee but as I can see you already helped yourself."

Oh, so he's a gentleman as well.

"Next time you should let me take care of that," you said showing him your free access card. "I happen to own the key to infinite coffee."

"Does the caffeine addiction come for free with that as well?" You chuckle at his joke.

"I think it's the requirement to get it in the first place."

"Well then I will happily let you get us coffee next time."

Next time, you think. The reality that you will be seeing this man on a regular basis hits you.

For a second the two of you just smile at each other. Then Mr. Choi notices that his coffee is done and he grabs the cup.

"Let's head to the meeting room then. I wouldn't want to waste your time."

You sir, can waste my time any day of the week, you think to yourself but obviously keep silent as you follow him to the room.

He holds the door open for you and you settle down onto one of the meeting chairs. You always hated these things. They are designed to make you sit upright and therefore terribly uncomfortable. You desperately want to fold one of your legs under yourself like you always do at home but you have a good image to keep. After taking a seat across from you he puts his bag onto the table and looks at you expectantly.

"So what topics exactly are you struggling with? It's been a while for me but I'm sure I can help."

"To be honest with you, I don't really need help on anything."

San raises his eyebrows behind the round glasses on his nose. "What do you mean?"

You sigh, not knowing how to explain this dilemma best. "My mother made me get a tutor because she believes I need better grades. In fact I'm the best of my year with perfect attendance and an average of 95%. She says that everything under 100% is not enough which is why she must have thought of you as a tutor."

San just stares at you with a peculiar look on his face. He looks almost impressed from your words.

"I knew director Kim could be quite strict but I had never imagined that extent. I'm sorry she made you do this, a 95% average is very impressive in the pharmacy field."

"Says someone with a perfect 100% graduation," you snap back, a little more spiteful than you want to. But San doesn't seem to take it the wrong way. Instead he chuckles in response. The sound sends shivers down your spine, his voice dipping way lower than you had expected it could.

"Trust me, that wasn't all brains. I only know my way around people." You don't doubt that last statement for even a second.

"Maybe instead of teaching I can give you some tips around the university. That would probably help you more."

Now you are interested.

"What kind of tips for example?" You lean forward resting an elbow on the table as you pick your cup of coffee up for a sip. It's still burning hot but you pretend you didn't just burn your tongue as you set it back down.

"Does Mr. Han still do the medicine lectures? He's been using the same exam template for years. Pharmacy students are just to selfish to share the results with the younger students. I'll look for my old exams later to give them to you."

Your mouth opens in awe. Everyone from the year above had told you Mr Han's exams were the hardest and it turns out they were just lying to intimidate you. The competition was real.

"These fuckers," you mumble beneath your breath but judging by his chuckle, San heard you just fine.

"Sorry," you excuse your language immediately with a small nod. He is still an employee under your mother and she told you explicitly to act well around him. Hiding your uneasiness you go for another scolding sip of coffee.

"Don't worry, darling. I won't go complaining to your mother about your language. You don't need to be her perfect little girl for me."

You almost choke on your coffee and have to force the liquid down your throat with an effort. You really wish they didn't but his words made your insides squirm. The amount of money you'd pay him to call you 'darling' again is surely an embarrassing amount. But good little girl also didn't sound too bad from his mouth.

"Thanks," you mumble, not knowing what else to say and stare onto the table to hide your flushing face. If you look at him with those slutty, round glasses right now, you're sure you'll combust.

You don't notice, but Mr. Choi eyes you up and down carefully before he resumes speaking. He smiles at your flustered state that obviously doesn't escape his sharp senses. Seeing your pretty face flush from only these few words, satisfies him deeply.

"Then how about that toxicology class? If Mr. Lim still teaches it, I know a few ways to get on his good side. He always picks favourites and it shows in the grades."

Mr. Choi continues listing off ways to better your grades around your professors. You can't help but be impressed. Not only is he obviously very intelligent but also great with people. Maybe what kept you from exceeding in your studies was your rather reserved nature in class.

"How about this," Mr. Choi finally proposes after teaching you some of his ways. "I'll get you my old notes and exams and with that you will surely ace all your tests. Then we can meet up for these tutoring sessions and while you study in peace I can get some work done. This way your mother is happy and we both profit from the situation."

You nod without hesitation. "That sounds like a great idea. Thank you so much, Mr. Choi."

He groans at your words, a sound that makes you react in a way you don't even want to put into words.

"Please don't call me Mr. Choi when we're alone that makes me feel terribly old. My name is San."

"Aren't you older than me though?" you ask back carefully. It doesn't feel right to call him by his first name.

"If 5 years are old to you?" he inquires with a slight teasing edge to his voice. You don't know if he's flirting with you or if you are just becoming a witness to this man's effortless social skills.

Truthfully, you are 22 and 5 years more don't seem that much to you. Still his way with words and the confident aura around him make him seem more mature.

"I didn't say old. Just older."

He rolls his eyes at your stubbornness, leisurely resting one of his elbows on the backrest behind him. "Just call me San, darling."

There it is again. That word single-handedly turns you into a blushing mess within seconds and you find yourself agreeing without another thought.

"Okay, San."

A satisfied smile spreads on his face and you marvel at the dimples that form on his cheeks. "Much better. Than how about you do some studying and I'll get some work done now?"

"Sounds good," you reply and start taking out your classwork. He could've told you to start stripping right now and you would've agreed without question. Damn you are down bad for him already...

It is a weird situation at first. You are used to studying around strangers in the library, but sitting alone in a room with San makes it hard to focus on your upcoming test. His eyes keep flicking from his work laptop across to you and you don't know if he's interest in the topic you're studying or you.

You yourself on the other hand are surely interested in him and you can't help but steal a few glances at him working diligently at his laptop every now and then. Even typing on his keyboard looks ridiculously hot on him with the way his slender fingers run over the keys.

After about two hours of you trying to keep your eyes on your notes San finally closes his laptop and stares at you until you reciprocate his look.

"I guess two hours is enough to make your mother think you studied, right?" he asks with one corner of his mouth slightly lifted.

"Sure," you respond weakly.

"I'll look for my old tests and will bring them on Thursday," he goes on as he stands up to pack up his laptop and bag. You also start gathering your study books.

"Thank you again," you answer lamely. But the promise of already seeing him again on Thursday excites you.

When you proceed to grab your now empty coffee cup his hands react quickly as he snatches it from you.

"Don't worry about that, I'll put those away," he's leaning over the table now, smiling at you through slightly closed eyes and you can't help but be entranced by his looks. "You should make sure to get home before it's dark outside. Want you to get home safely."

"Don't worry about me, I'll manage."

"Oh but I won't if something happens to you and your mother finds out you were last seen with me," he replies cockily as you two finally go to the door.

You have to chuckle at his remark. "Good to know I'm not the only one terrified of her."

"Everyone is terrified of her," he mumbles under his breath but you are already reaching the coffee pantry - aka your cue to go home.

"Can we use the same room on Thursday?" you ask as you stop in front of him. You make sure to brush your hair behind your ear in a nonchalant manner, knowing it shows your good angles.

"Yeah, I already booked it," San replies easily, eyes fixing yours from above. "But let's meet at the coffee machine here. I want to at least take advantage of that free coffee if I give you all my study secrets."

He winks at you at the last part of the sentence and it makes your insides twirl like on a rollercoaster. You give him a small smile through fluttering lashes. "So that's what you meant with a win-win situation: Endless coffee. Well it looks like I don't have a choice but to be your personal coffee machine."

You want to punch yourself right after that sentence leaves your mouth. How much more stupid could you possibly sound? Personal coffee machine. Saying you wanted to be his personal slut would have been less embarrassing.

But San doesn't seem to mind your awkward response. "Sounds good to me," he replies smoothly. "Then have a good ride home and I'll see you on Thursday."

"Until Thursday," you reply before you can say something stupid again and stroll off to the elevator with a small wave.

As soon as the doors close behind you, your head thumps against the steel wall. There is no way you will get any studying done with that man in the same room as you.

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Your next few meetings with San go on smoothly. You are always on time but he is still earlier than you, waiting for you at the coffee machine. You get both of you a coffee - sometimes two if you feel like it - and you two get to work in a comfortable silence sitting opposite to each other in the meeting room.

After San brought you his old exams you can now prepare exactly what you need to know for your next tests. But no matter how hard you try to focus on your studies, your eyes keep wandering from your books up to the handsome man working on his laptop.

You soon notice his seemingly endless closet full of tailored dressing shirts and perfectly matching pants. He always looks immaculate, not a single wrinkle on his shirt and his hair always neatly combed back. Even his skin is flawless to the point that you start questioning if Choi San might be a figment of your imagination.

Just like his outer appearance, his manners are immaculate. Like you already noticed on your first meeting, he is a sweet talker. Always knowing the right thing to say and never letting your conversation end in awkwardness.

Whenever he feels like taking a break you notice him starting to talk to you. At first he asks how your studies are going. Then he wanders off to the professors you two shared and how he managed to ace all his classes.

Your whole attention is glued to his lips. For one thing because the information he can provide you with is crucial to your academic development but much more importantly because his lips are the prettiest thing you have ever seen. They look so plump and smooth while he's talking that your mind can't help but wander to the other things he might be able to do with them besides talking.

If at your first meeting you were down bad for Choi San, one month later you felt like you were drowning and he was the last bit of oxygen left on earth. You wanted him with a passion that you didn't even know you were capable of.

But you couldn't have him. There was too much at stake. He still worked for your mother and if you made a move on him that he wouldn't reciprocate you would risk the eternal hate of the only woman that still held control over your life. And so far San hadn't shown any sign of feeling the same way about you that you did for him.

„You're stuck on that?" San suddenly asks you over the page of biochemistry that you've been staring at for a solid five minutes. You haven't spared a single thought on the topic in front of you. Your mind is only occupied by the thought of San leaning over you on the meeting chair, your chin in between his slender fingers as he smirks down at you. You hate him for having this effect on you when you so desperately need to focus on your studies.

You really need to get your thoughts together.

„Oh no I was just getting carried away," you answer, looking at him pointedly with a sly smile.

You tried little attacks like this on him before. A casual pull down of your shirt, stretching your arms to make it ride up over your stomach or even looking directly at his lips as he spoke. But no matter how daring you get you can never catch San slipping.

His eyes stay on yours only whenever he looks at you, his tone is always polite and never goes farther than a casual joke. You simply can't draw a single reaction from him and it drives you insane.

„Do you need a small break? We could get another coffee," he offers helpfully.

I don't want a damn coffee I want you to fuck me on this meeting table.

"I'd love to, but I'm already way too warm today. I fear the AC can't fight against the heat anymore."

It has gotten exponentially hotter over the past days and you can feel it even inside the modern building.

"You're right, it's quite hot in here," San says with a disappointed face. "What a shame we don't have iced coffee. We should get some on Tuesday!"

His eyes light up in excitement and this little sliver of pure happiness doesn't escape you. It's surprising how cute he can be with that shamelessly hot body of his.

"Do you know a place near?" You ask to drag on the conversation. You yourself know at least 3 cafés in the area that sell iced coffee but you want San to tell you a place. Maybe his favourite. So that you can go and think of him.

"Yes, I can show you!" he answers proudly.

"I'd love to." You send him a gentle smile with long eye contact before both of you look back at your work.

But your concentration withers away like the dying plant in the corner of the room when Choi San begins undoing the buttons of his shirt sleeves.

You know you shouldn't but your eyes immediately watch as his slender fingers start neatly folding up his sleeves. The muscles in his underarms dance beneath his skin as inch after inch of skin gets revealed.

You feel like a medieval man salivating over exposed ankles as you stare at San's arms. The veins are protruding in the heat and his honey skin is glistening under the bland neon lights.

Your heartbeat quickens and it's mostly because it feels like you finally found San slipping. Him rolling up his sleeves is like a crack in his perfect mask and you are certain that he wouldn't do it anywhere else in the company. He only does this because he is with you.

"Shoot," he suddenly exclaims and draws your attention up to his face. You catch the small pout that appears on his lips before he looks back at you.

"What is it?" you ask him.

"I forgot to book the meeting room for Tuesday and now everything is blocked. There is a work event next week. I should've booked it earlier."

"Oh," you simply reply. This is even more confusing. You don't believe that San would ever forget such an important event. Is he trying to get rid of you?

"Don't worry about it, darling." His smirk and the nickname has you fighting for air. "I'll find us something else."

You can only nod at him with a smile. Maybe he isn't trying to get rid of you.

The rest of your study/work time flies by as your mind thinks of all the possible meeting places you and San could have for Tuesday. You feel like a highschool girl dreaming about dates with your crush but you don't care. The man that is supposed to be tutoring you just makes your heart speed up in a way that you haven't experienced ever before.

When your meeting time comes to an end and San starts packing up his stuff he simply says: "How about we meet at my place next time? I don't like working in cafés it's always so crowded and noisy. And I have coffee too."

You snap up at him in surprise at the proposal. "Sure," you reply as nonchalantly as you can at the prospect of going to Choi San's apartment. Alone. With him.

"I can pick you up here with my car after work. So you don't have any extra way."

"That sounds good," you reply with a small smile, trying not to sound too excited.

"Then until next week," he says with one of his handsome smiles and you say your goodbyes before you can turn even redder in his presence.

When you walk onto the elevator this time and the door closes behind you, your heart is pounding into your throat. As the realization sets in that you will be alone with Choi San in his apartment a satisfied smile set over your face. Oh you will use that chance for sure.

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You spend the entire day preparing for your tutor appointment with San. Something deep inside you tells you that this behaviour is ridiculous but you push this inner voice back down as you play your favourite music and get ready.

You wear your hair in light waves and put on makeup to bring out your eyes but not look overly done up. Your outfit was a tricky matter but you settled on a classic pleated skirt and a tight long-sleeve. Everything about your appearance today lands on the thin line between innocent and suggestive and you are satisfied when you twirl around in front of the mirror.

All you want is one small reaction out of the man that you have thirsted for over the past weeks. If Choi San even so much as lets his eyes scan you up and down, your mission would be successful. Lost in your task of getting ready you almost forget to actually pack your study books before heading to your mothers company.

You two agreed on San picking you up at the company's garage. So you are taking down the elevator to the parking floor and checking yourself one last time in your phone camera before stepping into the parking lot.

Having no idea how his car looks like you pull up your chat with San, wanting to ask him where to go. But before you can type your message a calm voice calls you over from across the parking lot.

"Y/n!"

You turn around to a sight that makes your heart flutter. San is leaning onto his car, a chic black Mercedes. His white dress shirt has one button unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up again. His feet are crossed over each other leisurely as he waits for you to come over.

Walking up to him you have to try real hard to look casual and not like your nerves are taking over you with the impending situation of being in the same car as San for an undefined amount of time. Your heart is beating already and he hasn't even called you any nicknames yet.

"Hello, San. You're not wearing glasses today?" you notice in surprise and hope it doesn't come off as too attentive.

"Sometimes I wear contacts," he replies smoothly. "It's a styling decision."

While you love the glasses on San seeing him without has a different charm to it. Almost like he is showing you a different side of him.

"Ready to go?" you ask him to keep the conversation going and you're almost proud of your nonchalant tone.

"Ready when you are," he replies with a light smile and walks around the car to open the door for you.

Of course he opens the door for me.

Before you can get in he also takes your bag from you to store it in the back. You want to refuse but one of his smiles finally makes you give in and you hand him the bag. Finally, you thank him and sit down in the passenger seat. The car looks even nicer on the inside: leather seats and perfectly clean. Something inside you starts questioning where this man hides his flaws since noone can possibly be this perfect at all times.

"It's only a 20 minute drive," San explains as he gets into the driver's seat and turns on the engine. You can't help but watch his hands as he manages the gearshift. But as he turns around to look for obstacles his eyes get stuck on you. For a second you think you got him. That his eyes linger on you for a little too long because you finally pulled a reaction out of him.

"You haven't even put your seatbelt on, darling."

And with that your mind is blank. Simple emptiness.

Before you can react, his hand reaches past you, grabbing the seatbelt and plugging it in. His hand doesn't so much as grace your shoulder for a millisecond but you feel like your lungs are constricting.

"Thanks," you breath out before he finally pulls out of the parking spot. He does that wildly attractive thing where he put his hand on the back of the passenger's seat while driving backwards and you feel like losing it already. How will you survive being in the same apartment with this man. San however seems his usual chatty self.

"I'm sorry again for not booking the meeting room in time. I already reserved it for the weeks to come," he starts talking to you.

"Don't worry. I totally don't mind," you answer and regret it immediately. Did that sound too eager? Something about Sam's presence makes you overthink every single word you say.

"I have a fancy coffee machine at home so I can at least return the favour of you getting me coffee all the time."

You smile at that. It feels like this little inside thing between you two how you always use your company privileges to pay for both of your coffee. San thanks you every single time, bringing up how much you save his day.

"I never thought you were that much of a coffee guy at home too," you say trying to get him to tell you more about himself.

"You're acting like I didn't go through pharmacy as well!" He replies with a slightly sulky tone. "No way to survive that major without getting addicted to coffee."

You chuckle at his response. "That's true unfortunately. So you just carried the addiction into your job?"

"You could state it like that but by buying a fancy machine you can just say that coffee is your hobby instead."

Whenever you two talk about mundane topics like this you can't help but be glued to his lips. To get a glimpse of the Choi San that isn't working over-hours all the time and kept up his perfect image at all costs. You want to find out the details about him. Like how he enjoys his coffee or what colour he might like best.

You continue the drive in casual chatter like this before finally reaching your destination. As San pulls into an underground parking lot of an apartment building your heart rate quickens again. Something about seeing his apartment makes you incredibly nervous.

He tells you to wait inside the car after he lets the motor die down so that he can open the door for you again. Even this small gesture has you wrapped around his finger and you smile as you try to step out of the car as gracefully as you can.

San leads you into an elevator and as soon as the doors close you feel reminded of your first meeting. Of how he took your breath away just by standing next to you in such a small space. And now there isn't much difference. He still makes you just as nervous. But at least you can talk to him now.

"How is studying for your exams going so far?" He asks casually.

"It's okay," you reply lamely. "I'm trying my best."

"You know if you actually do need my help you can obviously ask me," he offers alluding to your deal of him basically just getting his own work done instead of tutoring you.

"You've already helped me so much. All I need to do now is actually study," you say turning down his argument.

You idiot, you think to yourself. You could've at least pretended to need his help.

You wait in silence as the remaining floors rush past you. You're surprised with every passing number, wondering what floor San might be living on. But the elevator doesn't stop until the highest floor.

San let's you exit first which makes no sense to you since you don't know where to go. So you wait for him to show you the way to his apartment.

As soon as he unlocks the door and leads you two inside you curiously scan his place. On a first glance it looks almost exactly like you expected: it's very clean and tidy, the furniture is modern and rather minimalistic and the whole place carries a simple colour theme of black and chrome with only hints of colour. The entrance leads straight into an open living room that connects to the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home at the dinner table," San offers while gesturing at the big, black table that looks like straight out of a design magazine.

You both place your shoes neatly at the entrance of his apartment before you take your bag to the table. As you choose a seat from which you can look outside the gigantic window front, San heads over to the kitchen, getting something from a cupboard.

"Can I get you a glass of water before I make some coffee?" He asks you with a kind smile.

"That would be nice," you answer even though water was not what you were craving right now.

He filled one for you and brought it over before returning to the kitchen. "You want your coffee hot or iced?"

"Iced? This is better service than at the company. You should forget to book the meeting room more often." It's a weak attempt at flirting with him but he laughs non the less.

"So iced it is?" He confirms with you again and turns on his electric coffee grinder after you nod approvingly.

It shouldn't captivate you that much, looking at him while he was performing such a basic task as making coffee. But you could watch him for hours, the way his broad back stretches out his dress shirt. The way he moves around so smoothly. The way the muscles in his arms flex as he handles his espresso machine.

You turn towards your study materials just in time before he faces you again, two iced coffees in his hands. He places one gently in front of you before he sits down opposite of you.

"Thank you," you smile at him extra sweetly.

"Anything you want, darling."

You swear to yourself that if he calls you darling one more time you will throw all rational thoughts out of the window and straddle him right here in his stupid designer living room chair. But for now you settle for a coy smile as you feel your cheeks heat up.

To add to your demise, as San drags his chair closer to the table both of your knees touch for a brief second before he casually changes his seating position. The table is narrower than the one in the meeting room and knowing that your legs are mere inches from another makes you even more delusional. What if he did that on purpose?

After that, all concentration for your studies is far gone. It doesn't help at all that the iced coffee he made you was the best you had in ages and with every sip you keep wondering what Choi San isn't good at.

I just know he fucks good there's no other way, you think to yourself but get interrupted in your thoughts.

"Are you stuck on something?" San asks you and you almost don't even dare to raise your eyes to look at him. A kind of shame overcomes you as you realize what you have been thinking about while he worries about your studies.

You sigh to buy yourself time to find an answer that doesn't include: Yes, I'm stuck because I can't think of anything but your body on top of mine.

"Yeah, I just can't seem to concentrate well lately. Maybe I'm stressed out because of my finals."

It isn't fully a lie. Your finals are approaching steadily and with you thirsting over your tutor instead of studying you are indeed starting to worry.

"I would love to tell you that grades don't matter too much but I know your mother won't agree and I will probably face her anger too if you fail," he laughs at the end of his sentence to lighten the mood but quickly notices he only stressed you more by saying that.

"I'm sorry," he quickly retracts. It feels like the first time you caught him messing up his smooth way of talking which in return makes you smile.

"No, you're right. I just never thought about the fact that she will hate both of us if I mess up. What a way to relax."

"I shouldn't have said that," San again apologizes. "I'm sure you will do amazing though. After all you studied so much."

He finishes his sentence with a wink and you must stare at him for a second like an idiot. Did you just imagine that? Or is he alluding to something? Does Choi San know that you thirsted for him this entire fucking time?

But his further actions don't allow you to think much more.

"You look quite tense actually," he continues. "You know it's not good for your back to sit stiff like this for a prolonged amount of time. Your neck must be hurting?"

You have no idea what he is talking about. And your confusion only grows as San gets up from his chair heading in your direction. Every step he comes closer to you has your heart pumping erratically. Even though you dreamed about him being closer to you and finally paying you more attention you are now paralysed at the situation unfolding. Simply being close to him renders your entire body useless.

San steps behind you and, to your absolute shock and amazement, his hands gently grasp your shoulders.

"To compensate the stress from university I took a physiology course that taught us how to massage tense muscles."

As if to proof his words his thumbs gently start rubbing circles into your neck. The warmth of his fingers seeps through your thin shirt and fills your entire body. It feels like he set you on fire with this simple touch.

All of this cannot be real. This must be a figment of your imagination or you actually fell asleep on your study notes while dreaming about San. But his voice sounds very much real when he resumes:

"You have to relax, otherwise I'll hurt you." His voice drops lower than usual and as he gently drapes your hair over one shoulder to get it out of his way you can feel his breath fanning over your neck. Goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

But amid the fire burning in your veins and your clouded mind you actually manage to ease into his fingers and allow him to loosen up your muscles.

"That's a good girl," he rasps behind you and you know you tipped over the edge now. There is no going back from this. You feel like a doll in his hands. His words are electrifying, leaving you unable to utter a single word, to make a single sound. Your mind is running on a state of emergency. Nothing seems to get to you but the fact that San is touching you.

And oh is he good at it. His hands are pressing into all the right places relieving all the pent up tension you built ever since getting ready for this meeting today. If his fingers are already this good at massaging out your stress you can't help but think about what else they can do.

"How do you feel?" He asks. His voice is still low and his tone taunting, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Better," you answer. Your voice is merely a whisper. You sound weak, even in your own ears, and wonder if he even heard you.

"Yeah? Then how is this?" With his question his thumbs dip beneath the collar of your shirt and massage your upper back a little lower.

You can't help but close your eyes. The low tone of his voice, his fingers on your skin and the playfulness of his words. All of this is so overwhelming you can only lean back and revel in his touch.

"It feels so good," you manage to breath out when you realize he asked you a question.

He bends down a little, his mouth now right next to your ear. "Should I make you feel even better?"

He is quite literally the devil on your shoulder. Everything in your body screams for you to say yes immediately. The unspoken promise has your entire body on fire and you almost give in to your desire. But a tiny speck of reasonable thinking pulls you back into the dangerous territories you are moving in right now.

"What do you mean?" you ask carefully. You know that this is everything you wanted for the past few weeks but still you can't help being confused about his sudden change.

His left hand wanders from your back to your chin, tilting it to the side so you can look at him. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine. His pupils are dilated and he is looking at you like he is preying on you. The intensity is something you have never seen in him before.

"You are far too smart to be asking that question, darling," he replies smugly.

"But you were never interested in me?" You ask back and want to hit yourself on the spot. Why are you even asking questions when the man you've desired for weeks finally seems to be making a move on you? But after all he is acting very out of character.

San chuckles, never taking his eyes off of you. "You're so cute. All these weeks that you've been wanting me and now you ask what I'm doing?"

Your mouth opens in shock. So he did in fact know all this time that you were interested in him.

"Don't act all surprised now, darling. You really thought I didn't see the way you looked at me ever since we first met? How your eyes keep focusing on my arms in my tight shirts. How you steal glances at me when you think I'm not looking? I wanted to see how long I could leave you thirsting like this before you would break."

His confession has you gasping as you realize you weren't even faintly as indiscreet as you thought you were. Instead San was playing with you the entire time. Watching your every move.

"Desperation looks so cute on you," he adds with another devilish smile. His fingers continue drawing circles into your back as his burning eyes keep you fixed in your spot. You feel bewitched by his entire presence, like he has cast a spell on you.

"I made all this effort to get you into my apartment so we both don't have to risk our lives by having me ruin you on the meeting table and still you didn't even have a clue. I'm almost disappointed if you weren't so cute when you are surprised like this." A satisfied grin plays around his plump lips, as if he revelling in the taste of this sweet opportunity in his hands. "Now be a good girl for me and finally do what you've been wanting to do for weeks. Tell me you want me."

You haven't taken a single breath since he started talking and as a result your head feels dizzy. It takes a short moment before you can finally form the words that your head is screaming at you.

"Please," you whisper pathetically.

"Please what, darling?" San revels in the way you can barely speak.

"Please ruin me."

You can basically see the fire behind his eyes ignite as you speak those three words. His hand wanders to your cheek, grabbing it firmly. He takes his sweet time to let his thumb run over your bottom lip, eyes trailing after his own movement.

"With pleasure."

Finally, his lips press onto yours in a desperate kiss. They feel just as soft as they always looked to you, but he kisses you with a roughness that is almost contradictory. The combination is intoxicating. As you reciprocate the kiss, heat runs through your limbs in shockwaves.

Suddenly impatient, San interrupts the kiss to pull you up and out of the chair by your arms. Grabbing your waist he manhandles you onto the dinner table instead, lifting you onto the ledge as if it was nothing.

Your hands bury in his hair as both your lips meet again in a rushed embrace. In return, San wedges one of his legs between yours and spreads your knees so he can stand between them. The way he handles you makes heat pool in your core. San has a determination to his every move that makes you want to do whatever he could want from you.

One of his hands still tightly grasping your waist, the other winds in your hair as he deepens the kiss. When his tongue enters your mouth you arch your back wanting to diminish every centimetre between you two. Your head is dizzy, completely overwhelmed by his every touch.

San's firm hands are restless on your heated body. His fingers quickly find a way to shift under your shirt and his thumb draws circles into the bare skin of your stomach. Choi San feels like a drug. His touch just as intoxicating as you always dreamed it to be.

He removes his mouth from your lips only to latch onto the fragile skin behind your ears, kissing his way around your neck. You let your head fall back to give him better access and when he starts sucking on your skin you relieve a small whimper.

You can feel San smirking into your skin as he sucks even more. It's like he has found your weakness and is now shamelessly using it to make you melt beneath his fingers. And it's working so well. Your hands lose grip on his hair as you lose your ability to focus on anything but San's lips on your neck.

"Don't tap out on me already, darling. I'm only getting started," he rasps into your ear in between kisses. You draw in a shaky breath at his words. Your legs feel like jelly even as your sitting down and you just know you won't be able to walk after San is finished with you.

He finally withdraws his lips and for a second just revels in your already dishevelled form: hair messy, red flush to your cheeks and lips glossy from kissing him.

"I'd love to have you on my dinner table but let's take this somewhere more comfortable for now," he says in a soft voice.

Hooking his hands under your thighs he picks you up from the table, carrying you towards his bedroom. Woken up from your trance by the change of motion you suddenly gain back some of your bite. While San is busied with carrying you, your fingers rush to the collar of his dress shirt. Oh how often you have dreamed of popping open those buttons one by one. And finally you have the pleasure to do so. A soft chuckle makes his chest move in front of you as San looks down on your actions.

"You couldn't wait, could you?"

"Why would I?" you reply cheekily as your hand smooths over his now exposed skin. He feels so soft and hot under your fingertips that you don't think you'll ever be able to detach.

San throws open his bedroom door with his shoulder and before you have a chance to take in the room you are thrown onto the plush bed. He follows behind immediately, hovering over you with both hands propped up next to your head. He lets his eyes run over your figure lazily, up and down.

"Don't even know where to start with you," he mumbles half to himself and half to you as he watches your chest rise and fall in heavy breaths. He decides to put on a show, sitting back on his heels and slowly continuing your work in unbuttoning his shirt.

Apart from his skin being exposed the simple act of opening some buttons shouldn't drive you as crazy as it does right now. It's simply the sexiest thing you have ever seen in your life. The way his hooded eyes stay on yours the entire time while one button after another falls open under his practiced movements.

You are moving on autopilot when you also sit up to take off your own shirt. You simply can't delay this any further. As your shirt lands somewhere beside the bed, San lets out a small groan, surprising you. He stopped in the middle of folding down his sleeves.

"How did you know that purple was my favourite colour?" He asks in a raspy voice. His eyes are raking over your deep purple bra with a desire in them that lets shivers run over your skin.

You can't imagine a better way to find out his favourite colour. You only chose it because it accentuates your skin tone but now it feels like fate to you. Finally, you are getting to the edges of Choi San. Getting to know him on a level that you were craving like the air you needed to breath.

"Good intuition," you reply. Your confidence surges under his heavy glances. Maybe a little too much. "Need help with that?" you ask him teasingly with a nod towards his shirt, which hangs open around his toned torso.

As soon as you speak those words you are getting pinned back to the bed, San's hand suddenly wrapped around your neck. He isn't putting any pressure on it yet but you can feel his strength pulsating around your neck. His broad shoulders are taking up most of your vision and with the way he glares at you you just know that you are soaked.

"Don't get too bold with me, darling," he says in a warning tone. "I'm the one in charge."

You look up at him through big, round eyes, lashes fluttering because you have a feeling that it will push just the right buttons in him.

"Go ahead then," you reply firmly. "Do whatever you want to me."

San sits up again and roughly tugs on his sleeves, finally discarding his shirt fully. Then his lips are on yours again in a heartbeat.

You greedily let your hands wander over his now fully exposed upper body. The muscles playing under his skin feel so good as he buries his hands in your hair. His biceps is so big that your fingers can barely wrap around it halfway. You can't get enough of touching his body which so far you only admired in fitted dressing shirts.

San kisses his way down from your lips again but this time he doesn't stop at your neck. Continuing down your chest he kisses the tender skin between your breasts. When he takes both hands to squish your breasts together, burying his face in between, you lose your last bit of composure.

"Please, San. Please just fuck me."

He lifts his head to smile at you devilishly. The fire behind his eyes seems so bright that you're scared it will never burn down again.

"Already begging for me? You're still half dressed and I'm only starting. Have a little patience."

As he finishes his words, his hand snakes behind your back to open your bra in a swift motion. He peels the straps off of you with a new found patience that makes you feel like you are suffocating.

When the piece of clothing lands on the floor, San's eyes are glued to your chest. Slowly, he lowers himself down again, gently taking on of your nipples into his mouth. As soon as his tongue starts lapping at you a string of moans escape you. He just feels so good.

Without ever losing focus on kissing and nipping on your chest, one of his hands wanders to your skirt. He finds the zipper so easily it feels like he has studied undressing you. He pushes it down your legs quickly, leaving you only in your underwear.

As his hand starts stroking your inner thighs, your eyes roll to the back of your head. He feels like a dream.

"Please San. Please touch me," the words leave your mouth in whispers. Silent pleas for him to finally give you what you want.

"Is my darling so stressed from studying that she needs her mind taken off of things?" His fingers trail over your clothed heat as he asks you in a sickly sweet voice. His eyes are focussed on your face, taking in how you crumble beneath his touch.

"Yes. Yes, please," you whimper desperately. Every touch feels like electricity on your skin.

"Want me to stuff you full so you can forget everything you've studied for for weeks?" He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers toying at your entrance.

"Please San..." you repeat yourself weakly. Finally he gives into your pleading and sinks two of his fingers into you. You are so wet that they glide in with ease. You suck in a harsh breath as he begins pumping them in and out of you.

"God you feel so good. Can't wait to fuck you, my darling. Bury my cock so deep into you you forget your own name."

His words make you shake beneath him. You had a lot of suspicions about San in the bedroom due to your extensive daydreaming about him. But never did you expect him to be so vocal and downright dirty with his words. It catches you off-guard and only heightens your pleasure.

San scoots up on the bed a little so his face is hovering over yours again, while he slips a third finger into your heat. "How do I feel?" he asks with a raspy tone to his voice.

"You feel so fucking good, San," you moan in answer. His fingers stretch you out so deliciously and he reaches this spot deep inside you that makes you arch your back with every thrust.

"Yeah, you wanna come on my fingers?" he rasps into your ear now, lips again attaching to your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin.

"Please, San." You feel like a broken record that's repeating the same thing over and over. You grow closer and closer to an orgasm with every motion of his fingers inside you. But San has other plans for you. And when he feels you desperately clenching around his fingers, he pulls them out of you.

"I'm sorry darling," he says immediately, even though his face doesn't display any regret. "But you look so pretty when you're desperate. And I want you to come on my cock when I make you fall apart for the first time."

You feel like crying. You want nothing more but to come and yet him taking it from you only makes you want him more. You would do anything for Choi San.

He stands up from the bed and opens his belt. But before he can take of his pants, he orders you over with a motion of his finger. You sit on your knees at the edge of the bed in seconds, looking up at him expectantly.

He doesn't say a word and only gestures for his painfully strained pants. You don't need any more hints to start opening his pants and pulling them down his legs desperately. You hook your fingers into his boxers too but look up at him once more before continuing. When he nods at you you finally pull them down as well.

You can't help but stare at San's length. He's big, just like you had always imagined and he was rock-hard. When San takes himself into his hand and gives himself a few strokes you open your mouth on your own, sticking out your tongue in anticipation of tasting him.

San starts gently. His other hand weaves into your hair and he pulls you onto his length slowly. You are able to take a good amount of him before his tip hits the back of your throat and you release a surprised moan. San closes his eyes momentarily as he relishes in the feeling of your hot mouth around him.

"Shit, you feel so good," he rasps out before he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your hands seek hold on his muscular thighs and you look up at San through big and pleading eyes. Even though he isn't pleasuring you, this almost feels as good as having him bury his fingers inside you. All you ever dreamed about was him using you just like this and the feeling of it happening is so intoxicating you feel like you might pass out any second.

"Look at you enjoying my cock so damn much, that your eyes are losing focus," San chuckles. He looks down at you in disbelief as you mindlessly swirl your tongue around his cock. "You love being ruined by me, don't you?"

You can only manage a desperate nod and approving grunt as you continue sucking him of. No man has ever made you this desperate. As you look at him from beneath you feel like you have accomplished everything you ever wanted: his hair was dishevelled, his breaths uneven and a red tint painted his cheeks. All in all, Choi San lost his perfectly maintained appearance as you sucked on his cock and to you he looked 100 times prettier this way.

When his thrusts go sloppy, he pulls out of your mouth in a haste before he can come. "You're driving me crazy, darling," he grunts as he catches his breath for a second. In a more gentle tone he resumes: "Lay back on the bed for me, ok?"

You do as he says, laying down on your back in the middle of the bed, your body buzzing with the anticipation of what is to come. San goes to his dresser, opening a drawer to get a condom. 

When he climbs over you he looks at you intensely. But at the same time his eyes hold a softness that makes you feel secure.

"Are you sure about going on, y/n?" he asks warmly. No petnames this time. He wants a clear answer.

"Never been so sure in my life," you reply with a smile and his lips mirror yours as he beams down at you.

Quickly he sits up to open the condom and roll it onto his member. Opening your legs with his knee he situates himself between you and positions his cock at your entrance. One hand on your hip and the other holding his cock, he slowly sinks himself into you while carefully observing your face.

Your eyes flutter when he is fully inside of you and you moan at the feeling. San releases a grunt as well and waits a few seconds deep inside of you.

"Fuck, you're so tight for me, my darling. Don't worry I won't stop this time until you come." And with that he starts thrusting into you. He begins with slow and deep thrusts but as soon as you get used to his size he speeds up rapidly. 

His abs are flexing underneath is skin as he grabs onto your hip and pistons himself into you. With every thrust you can feel him hit this spongy part deep inside of you that makes heat build in your core with a throbbing intensity. Meanwhile you revel in the sight above you: San looks like a god. His muscular body moving above you is almost enough to push you over the edge but what's even more entrancing is his face. His expressions seem almost possessed. Like a demon took over him as soon as he started fucking you, he fixes his eyes onto yours.

"Am I fucking you good? Making you forget all your precious studies?" There they are again. His filthy words driving you down a one-way-road to insanity. "I hope you forget everything so you have to see me even more, darling. Then I can keep on fucking this tight little cunt over and over again."

"Fuck, San!" you moan out, being shocked by his words. His control over you is baffling and you can't help but grow closer and closer to your orgasm with every word.

"I know you like me like that, darling. Do me a favour and come on my cock so I can finally see you lose yourself will you?"

You can't form an answer. Endless moans tumble out of your mouth in increasing volume and San knows he has you exactly where he wants. 

"Come for me."

Your orgasm hits you with an explosive intensity. Faintly, you notice yourself moan at a concerning volume as your high washes over your body. But San doesn't seem to mind. Your legs are shaking and he helps you ride out the feeling with slower strokes. He waits for your breath to slow down again before he leans down to you and places a gentle kiss onto your lips.

"I want you on your knees in front of me," he says sweetly as soon as your lips separate and your head is spinning. Still you manage to get up with the help of his arm beneath your waist and you let yourself be positioned in front of San, your back to him.

Since you didn't have the opportunity to examine his bedroom earlier you only now notice the big mirror on his wardrobe next to his bed. Looking ahead, you can now see yourself on your knees, sitting in front of San.

You look even more dishevelled than you feel: Your hair is all over the place and some of your eyeliner smudged and a handful of dark purple marks littering your neck. Also, a red tint covers your skin, making you look flushed. San behind you smirks as you examine your own figure.

"You look so pretty all messed up like this for me, don't you think?"

His arm wraps around your waist as he leans your body back onto his broad chest. You look tiny in front of his build.

"I'll make you look even prettier," he promises as he sinks himself back into you.

He picks up his intense pace from before and you already feel dizzy again. With his arm holding you tight he is basically lifting you up and down his cock. At this angle he is hitting you deeper than before and you are sure you won't last very long until your next high.

But nothing could've prepared you for the feeling of San winding his other arm around you too, his fingers gently starting to stroke your clit. Your head falls back onto San's shoulder as you give in to the mind-numbing pleasure that starts buzzing through your body.

"Keep your eyes on me, darling. I want to watch you fall apart."

His voice sounds sulky, almost cute. It doesn't match his relentless thrusts and his fingers pleasuring you. It takes all your strength to lift your head again and look at San through the mirror. His eyes are hooded now, a shin layer of sweat making his flawless skin shine in the evening light.

"You make me feel so good," you manage to say as San keeps on pounding into you. You want him to know how he makes you feel. How good he is being to you.

"Am I?" He smiles in satisfaction as he watches your brows draw together with a particularly deep thrust. "You too, darling. You feel so good around me I don't think I can last much longer. But you'll come one more time for me, right?"

His voice sounds so deep and sultry in your ears. "Of course, Sannie," you mumble absent-mindedly. You don't even notice the nickname until he chuckles behind you.

"How can you be so cute and so sexy at the same time? You'll be the death of me, my good little girl."

He places a kiss onto your cheek and that is what finally drives you over the edge.

"Fuck, San. I'm coming," you moan out before your high crashes over you. If he wasn't holding you, you would fall to the ground. You try to hold eye contact with San through the reflection but your eyes keep on shutting as waves of pleasure roll over you. You have never felt such an intensity before.

But San's thrust don't slow down this time. He keeps on rutting into you relentlessly, driving you to insanity. You feel like you're swimming in a pool of pleasure.

"I'm close, darling. Just a little longer," San's voice is pitched higher than before, sounding just as desperate as you feel. You want nothing more but for him to come.

"Please, Sannie. I want you to come so bad."

Your desperate pleas are San's final straw. Clutching your body tight to his own, he finishes with his cock buried deep inside you. You can feel him pulsating in your heat and your moans mix into his grunts as you milk him for every last drop of his cum.

As you both slowly recover San pulls out of you and gently lays you back onto the bed. You can't do anything but catch your breath while he gets up to rid himself of the condom and return to you with a glass of water.

"Drink something," he urges you on and you take the glass from him. He watches you with a tinge of worry in his eyes. After taking a few sips you offer the glass back to him.

"You should drink some too, I'm sure you worked your body more than I did."

He smiles at your words and takes some water too before returning the glass to his bedside table. When he looks back at you there is a heaviness to his gaze that worries you.

"What is it?" you ask.

San takes a deep breath before answering you. "No matter what I said to you before, I actually didn't expect us to tumble into this as quickly as we did right now. And I want you to know that I didn't do this to use you or take any advantage of you."

His hand nervously grabs for the back of his neck. "Actually, I've been interested in you ever since we first met but I fear the tension between us was quicker than both of us."

You try to process his words even in your hazy state of mind. A spark of excitement surges through your body as you realize what he is saying.

"I feel the same, San," you reply truthfully. "I like you. And not just because you're insanely handsome."

You are glad when he laughs shyly at your words.

"So maybe I can take you out on a date that doesn't involve work or pharmacy studies sometime?"

"I hope sometime means this week, because I waited long enough for you already."

After everything that happened this evening, this moment when he smiles at you might be what makes your heart beat the fastest. You can't believe your luck as you look Choi San into the eyes and he leans in for a kiss.

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"This was a stupid idea," you say to San but maybe more to yourself. "I should tell her alone."

"How will she ever respect me again if I let you do this alone?" San replies worriedly. "She told me to tutor you and now here we are. I will look terrible either way."

You have never seen him this nervous. But after all, your mother has the ability to make everybody scared for their life. You two pass her assistant's desk with a polite greeting as you head straight for your mother's office. She knows you are coming but she doesn't know you're bringing company.

You knock carefully on the door until her voice calls you in. Your mother stays seated as you two enter the room. She doesn't look surprised or confused about San's appearance but rather intrigued.

"Why are you visiting me today, y/n?" she asks simply.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you prepare for answering.

"I have something to announce to you," you start off as confident as you can. 

Your mother's eyes flick between you and San. "Go on."

"San- ... Mr. Choi and I, we are..." your voice is shaking. Why is this so hard for you?

But San grabs for your hand, linking his fingers with yours as he confidently finishes your sentence: "We are in a relationship, director Kim."

His boldness strikes you as admiring. Maybe he was right about accompanying you.

A silence that draws out unbearably long fills the room. You feel like your lungs are being compressed with every passing second.

Then your mother smiles. It's not exactly a smile of happiness. It speaks more of victory.

"Finally," she announced. "It took you two longer than I expected."

Now it's your turn to be silent. Both you and San are stunned in your places.

Finally you find your voice to ask: "What do you mean, mom?"

She smiles at you in satisfaction.

"You see: Mr. Choi is a good man. He's a gentleman, treats his colleagues with the utmost respect, excels at his job and is handsome too. How could I find a better match for my beloved daughter? But I know you wouldn't be interested if I were to formerly introduce you two so I thought I'd help you in a different way."

Your mouth falls open in shock. Out of all things, your mother purposefully setting you up with San has never even crossed your mind. Your boyfriend seems even more shocked at the revelation than you, his face reddened and a stunned expression on his face.

"So you set us two up?" You finally ask your mother.

"Of course I did! And it worked out brilliantly, don't you think? I'm glad you both came to tell me. Mr. Choi?"

San perks up at her words. "Yes?"

"I assume you will take good care of my daughter?"

"Of course I will," he replies sternly, voice full of sincerity. "I will do everything care for y/n." His words make you feel warm and fuzzy.

Your mother nods approvingly. "Then you two may leave. I still have work to do."

You both nod hastily and thank your mother before turning back for the door.

"Oh, before I forget. Y/n?" your mother asks one last time.

"Yes?"

"I received your test results that you sent me. They look very promising."

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☆ Our little secret | Son Hyun-woo ☆

Warnings: (smut w a little plot, dabble, cheating)

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/jonghoslvt/735821651294519296/our-little-secret-son-hyun-woo

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☆ Our little secret | Son Hyun-woo ☆

⭐️ Our little secret ; part 2 ⭐️ Warnings; smut, cheating, vouyerism, double penetration Shout out to @lunaclipse for letting me write a p

Tell me if y’all want a full smut and I will deliver for my pookies !! I don’t condone any acts in this fic it’s only for entertainment purposes only! 😚

“Jooheon isn’t fucking you like this at home hm?” Hyunwoo’s thrusts became more forceful, his hips slamming into you with brutal intensity, but all you could respond with was a cry of pleasure, arching my back and pushing my ass up to meet his rough intrusion.

His harsh treatment only made me want more of him, as he pulled my hair and held my head in place for the sloppy wet, but also rushed kisses I was receiving priory Shownus warm breath brushed against my ear “What if Jooheon walks in and sees me fucking his slutty girlfriends cunt.” He says as his voice was thick, rich and deep.

Every syllable was heavy with lust and passion that drew you in closer to your climax, his thrusts became more powerful as he would hit my g spot again and again non stop until he could be sure that I knew I was his.

The sensation was overwhelming and my body trembled. You didn’t know how long you could last when he’s fucking you this good. “Come on baby I know you can be louder than this for me.” You could hear him groaning your name like a prayer.

The pleasure becomes more intense that it’s almost unbearable, but you don’t want him to stop, moaning louder and louder “Please don’t stop Hyunwoo please!” you say in between sobs.

The sudden knock on the door echoes through the room. Shownu turns his attention towards the door and quickly puts his hand over my mouth, still rolling his hips into me deeply. I let out a few muffled moans, lost in the thrill of the moment.

“Hyunwoo have you seen Y/n?” Jooheon said, speaking through the locked door to Hyunwoo on the other side.

We are for sure fucked this time.

Thanksgiving special || Jeong Yunho

Summery: Instead of having a normal thanksgiving with your husband he decides to add a little extra fun to it.

Warnings: Smut, hand kink, dirty talk, sitophilia and the use of nicknames (pretty girl, princess), fingering, and cum eating.

A/n; I don’t think I like this 🥹 I might end up deleting it and redoing it I think but nevertheless I spent 3 hours working on this.

I paced around the living room, my mind filled with eagerness and excitement all for my husband to come home with the big meal waiting for him that I prepared for this special holiday. Thanksgiving as it was the holiday and the holidays meant spending time with the ones you love the most.

All I knew was that I couldn’t wait for him to come home to be surprised by a big dinner made only for me and him.

I then hear a noise and turn around to look at the door when it opens up. Yunho walks in but before you could say anything he begins to explain why he’s running 10 minutes late. “I’m sorry baby the traffic was a bitch and-“ before he could say anything else you cut him off.

“It’s okay baby I’m just glad you're home” you say “You’re not super late you're only running 10 minutes behind.” He looks at you, his expression turning into one of lustfulness . “Baby, Can I make it up to you?” You can’t help but smile slightly confused on how he plans on doing that.

Before you could even respond he lifts you up, feeling his strength it gets your heart racing. As he carries you towards the table full of thanksgiving food. You are caught off guard as he suddenly places you on a table full of food. Before you can even react, he knocks the turkey and stuffing to the ground making it more room for you to sit.

You look up at him noticing that he has a devilish grin on his face. You know exactly where this is going now your heart starts to pound and your body fills with eagerness for him to do whatever he wants to you.

“I’ll make it up to you…” He says moving towards your neck nibbling and kissing it as he goes, your body tingles and slivers in response and you can’t help but want more from him.

He then brought his lips close to mine, breathing in my sweet scent. As passion grew, our kiss turned from a tender embrace into a sloppy, eager makeout session. Our tongues intertwined with each other, and our hands caressed each other's bodies.

As you kiss Yunho more you are completely overtaken and distracted by the feelings of passion and desire. You didn’t notice anything going on around you including the fact that Yunho has dug his two fingers in the mashed potatoes. “Open wide for me, pretty girl.”

He gently guides his fingers to my mouth, and I open my mouth as commanded. I feel the warm, mushy sensation of the mashed potatoes entering my mouth and I am surprised by the strange yet enjoyable sensation. I begin to suck on his fingers while keeping eye contact.

His eyes shining with delight as he watches me suck on his fingers. “My princess looks so pretty sucking on my fingers like this.”

I could feel my wetness growing in between my legs, a constant ache that demanded to be sated. I could feel myself craving more of him every minute was delicious torment, leaving me achingly horny.

Yunho lifts up your dress and is surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any underwear. “Was my baby already ready for me?”

“Please Yuyu just do something.” I whined begging him to fuck me. “As you wish.” He smirks.

His fingers danced across my thighs, teasing me as they brush against my swollen clit. I gasp as he finally slips his fingers under the edge of her underwear, teasing the sensitive flesh before sliding them inside. His rhythm is perfect, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel herself growing wetter, her need for him becoming almost unbearable.

He thrusts his fingers in and out my hole hitting my G-spot with each stroke, the feeling of being filled and touched is driving me insane. I can feel my orgasm ripping through me and becoming more intense with each passing moment.

My body starts to shake as I get closer to the edge “Yunho!” I gasp as his fingers continue to work magic inside of me drawing out the moans from my lips.

My moans became louder and louder signaling that I was approaching my climax. I tensed up as I let a high pitched scream mixed with pleasure and relief. My inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers.

Hot, sticky liquid gushed out my pussy coating his fingers. “Good girl” Yunho then licks the cum off of his fingers.

✩ Ride cowgirl || Wonho ✩

Warnings: Smut, Riding, and just big dick Wonho

A/n: getting y’all ready for the Wonho smut coming out next week 🤫 maybe Thursday or Friday 11/16/23 or 11/17/23

As you ride him, his eyes are locked on you in the mirror. The sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, your breasts swaying enticingly, and the expression of pure ecstasy on your face is enough to drive him wild. “You’re taking me so well baby”

His hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips, squeezing your plump ass cheeks, and tweaking your nipples. The sensations only serve to heighten the experience for both of you.

As you lean forward, he groans out loud, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, echoing off the walls.

His breathing becomes ragged, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes never leave the mirror, watching intently as you ride him to the brink of orgasm.

Redroom || Han Jisung

Summery: Your stalker finally having the courage to kidnap you and he’s most definitely going to have some fun after doing it.

Warnings: Consented sex, the use of the name (my love,) maybe a little knife play, sex toys, blood licking!! MINORS DNI!! ⛔️

A/n: This was something in works and song recommendations: 7th sense nct, and Thinkin bout you by Frank Ocean. I didn’t proof read this at all I just wrote 🤷🏽‍♀️

You are in a red-themed room with a large king-sized bed, dim lighting, various knives and BDSM tools scattered around. The walls are adorned with leather straps and whips, and there's a big mirror on one side of the room. The only source of light comes from a chandelier in the middle of the room, casting eerie shadows everywhere. The scent of leather and sex fills the air.

“Where-where am I?” I stutter as I stare at the black shadow in front of me from what looks like a man. “You are in my red room.” He answered slowly walking towards me giving me a good glimpse of his face.

To your surprise, he didn't look as bad as you thought he would. You had expected him to be a creepy old man, but he turned out to be completely different.

His long face shape is complemented by his somewhat messy hair, and his doe-like dark brown eyes are gentle, suggesting that he has a gentle, innocent nature added to him, which is now far from the truth about him.

“Do you want to know why you're here, my love?” He picks up a knife, with a sinister smile on his face. I quickly shook my head as pure terror crossed my face.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he approached me and reached out for my cheeks, cupping his hands around them. I try to pull away but he only pulls me back in again to face him. “Look at me Y/n” his sadistic tone echoes through your head. I then glare at him, giving him what he wants. “You’re here because I love you.” He bends down in front of you tilting his head towards you as he stares at you intensely, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

His lips curl into a devious smile, as he starts pointing the blade at your leg, cutting through the fabric and touching your skin. You felt panic rise in you trying your best to calm down. I mean he said he loves you so that means he wouldn’t want to hurt you right? News flash you were so wrong about the statement.

He pushes the point of the knife into your skin, drawing blood you grasped at the sharp pain as the blood flows from the cut. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure as his tongue traces along the cut on your skin. Your vision blurs, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his warm breath against your wound. You gasp softly, trying to process the intense feelings coursing through your body.

As you watch him lean in closer, you feel a rush of heat spread through your core. His lips brush against the cut, and you let out a soft moan. The sensation of his tongue against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You try to pull away from him , but your body refuses to cooperate. The pleasure he's giving you is too intense, and you find yourself helplessly caught in his grasp. You let out a soft whimper, unable to deny the overwhelming desire that's taking over your body.

The sudden stop catches you off guard, and you feel a bit of relief and disappointment all at once.

Maybe it was good that he stopped because you shouldn’t have enjoyed it the way you did, but you just couldn’t help it no matter how hard you tried not to.

“Do you give me your consent?” He said looking up at you, at that moment your mind was blurred, you couldn’t even think straight but you ended up saying your answer “Yes.” You blurted out to him at which he smirked at.

Jisungs hands moved down to your hips, gripping your skin tightly. With a sudden tug, your pants and underwear are pulled down your ankles leaving your bottom half completely exposed, a sense of humiliation and vulnerability washed over you.

You watched as Jisung grabs the pink vibrator from his large collection of BDSM toys, “I imagined you using this vibrator so many times and now it’s finally happening.” He said, staring at your exposed cunt.

He presses the vibrator against your folds, you gasped at the sudden contact, but it feels so good he starts to thrust the toy in and out of you you throw your head back, moaning loudly as the sensations inside you build up.

Jisungs eyes lights up at your loud moans, seeming to take pleasure in knowing that he’s the one causing you so much pleasure, as you grasp and cry out he increases the vibrations thrusting deeper and faster inside of you.

As you approach your climax, your body starts to tense up, and you feel a warm rush between your legs milking the vibator for all it’s worth, you let out a long, low moan, and your hips buck against Jisungs hands. With a loud cry, As you’re finally about to cum Jisungs suddenly removes the vibratior from your pussy.

You cry out in surprise and disappointment. Jisung leans in close to your face whispering “You were so close baby but you're not gonna cum with that.” He chuckled darkly.

Good Girl || Bangchan

☆ Just a little dabble something light ☆

✩ Warnings: Smut with no plot, just plain smut.

A/n: I know that it’s been awhile since I posted so I wanted to post a little something.

You take Chan's big dick into your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. You can feel the warmth of his cock against your tongue as you suck on it. You look up at him and see him closing his eyes in pleasure. His hands run through your hair gently as he moans.

Chan moans softly, “Such a good girl for me yeah?...”

He leans back against the wall, letting you take control of the situation. His hips start to move with yours, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Mmmm... don't stop...” You continue to suck on Chan's dick, taking it as deep into your throat as you can. You feel his warm cum building up in his cock, and you know it won't be long before he cums. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft, stroking him in rhythm with your bobbing head.

Chan moans louder “... yes... right there baby...”

His hips buck against you, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You can feel the first spurt of his cum hit the back of your throat, and you swallow it down eagerly.

“That’s my good girl” Chan said calming down from his high gently stroking my hair.