Joshua Hong + Collar

       joshua hong + collar

— where you surprise him in the doorway, collar on your hand, waiting for him.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, choking, make-out, edging, handjob, mentions of body fluids (cum), sub!joshua x dom!reader.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

joshua’s body was still buzzing from the adrenaline of the performance when he opened the door, sweat drying on his skin as the exhaustion settled in. his mind was on autopilot, expecting nothing more than a quiet night—until he saw you standing in the doorway, your lips tugged into that smirk that made him know that you had something running on your mind.

something new. simple, but damn effective.

“what’s this?” he asks, confused, but interest already swirling in those pretty eyes of his. he’s staring at the collar in your hand—red leather, bold against your skin—and the strap that dangles from your fingers. his breath hitches when you step closer, your fingers brushing his jaw before holding the collar up for him to see.

“thought i’d try something different,” you hum, eyes never leaving his face. you see the way his lips part, a tiny gasp leaving him, the way his gaze flickers between your eyes and the collar. a flush is already creeping up his neck, and it only deepens when you wrap the strap around your hand, pulling it just tight enough that the leather brushes against his chest. “what do you think? hm?”

his breath shudders as he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing nervously. he nods yes, not trusting his voice enough to speak yet—he just knows he's risking to moan. so you waste no time.

you slide the collar around his neck, securing it with a soft click. he blinks, his pupils blown wide. his cheeks are flushed, pink against his skin, and the way his lips tremble as you pull him forward has your heart racing.

“c’mere,” you murmur, tugging on the strap, the leather digging into your palm as you pull him close enough that your breath brushes his lips. he stumbles a little, unprepared for how easily he’s giving in to this, to you. “you look good like this, baby.”

his lips part as if to respond, but before he can, you crash your mouth into his. as if all the tension from his night on stage has coiled up, waiting for this exact moment. your hands move up to thread through his hair, pulling him closer by the collar, and he moans against your mouth, the sound muffled between the way your teeth scrape against his bottom lip.

he’s melting into your touch, his body surrendering, his lips chasing yours like he needs you to breathe. and fuck, does it turn you on.

he barely can keep his thoughts straight. his hands are grabbing at your hips, his breathing ragged, and you can feel how hard he is already through his leather pants. “good boy.”

the moment those words leave your mouth, his eyes flutter shut, and his knees almost buckle. you push him back toward the bed, still gripping the strap, and he follows without protest. he looks at you through half-lidded eyes, blown wide and sub, and you’re barely holding back a grin at how fucking beautiful he looks right now—flushed, needy.

“on the bed,” you whisper, and joshua obeys instantly, his body sinking onto the sheets with shaky breath. his chest rises and falls quickly as you crawl on top of him. you tug the strap, making his eyes go wide as his body arches up toward yours.

“you gonna be good for me, joshua?” you tease, dragging your lips down his jaw, your words hot against his flushed skin. the collar feels tight around his throat now, and the way he squirms underneath you has your blood pumping faster.

“y-yes,” he breathes, voice shaky, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him, trying to ground himself. “fuck, yes, i’ll be good.”

the collar rests snug around his neck, and every time you give the strap a small tug, his breath hitches, his cock twitching in response.

“think you can hold it?” you whisper, as your hand wraps around the base of his cock. he gasps, his head tipping back, his throat exposed and vulnerable under the pressure of the collar. “you sure about that?”

“i-i can hold it,” joshua stammers, you can tell by the way his hips jerk up toward your hand that he’s already struggling. you slide your hand up, just enough to make him shudder, then pull back, watching as his cock throbs helplessly.

“hmm,” you hum, fingers teasing the sensitive tip, just enough to drive him crazy. “you sound so confident, but look at you, baby. you’re already shaking.”

his eyes snap open, wide and desperate, and you can see how badly he wants to touch you, to beg for more, but he’s holding back, trying so hard to be good for you.

“please,” he whispers, voice cracking as he bucks his hips up again, searching for any kind of friction. “i can hold it, i promise, just—please, touch me.”

you bite back a smile, tightening your grip on the strap. “you don’t get to make demands, joshua. that’s not how this works.” with a quick tug on the collar, you pull him toward you, the leather biting into his throat just enough to make him choke. his eyes roll back for a second, and you feel his cock twitch violently in your hand.

“fuck,” he gasps, his voice strangled. “oh my god—”

“see?” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear as you loosen the strap just slightly. “that’s what happens when you forget your place.” your hand resumes its slow, torturous pace along his length, and joshua whimpers, the sound broken and breathless. “you don’t need to think. just let me take care of you.”

he nods frantically, eyes screwed shut as his hips move of their own accord, thrusting into your fist as you stroke him with agonizing slowness. you can feel how close he is, his cock pulsing in your hand, but you have no intention of letting him off that easily.

“fuck—please, i—i’m so close,” he gasps, his voice high-pitched and shaky. his hands reach for you, desperate to touch, but you pull the collar again, harder this time, forcing his hands back down to the sheets.

“what did i just say?” your voice is sharp now, and joshua’s breath hitches as the collar tightens around his neck. his lips part in a silent gasp, and his eyes flutter shut, his entire body trembling under the pressure. “you don’t get to touch me unless i say so.”

he tries to nod, but the choke makes it difficult, his body jerking involuntarily. his eyes roll back again, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to lose it completely, but then you loosen the strap just enough for him to breathe properly.

“good boy,” you purr, stroking his cock a little faster now, watching the way his chest heaves with every ragged breath.

“i—i can’t—” joshua’s voice is barely audible, his face flushed and drenched in sweat. his cock is leaking in your hand, his entire body straining against the pleasure as he teeters on the edge, and you can feel the way he’s trembling, trying to hold the cum in for dear life. “please, let me cum, i—”

“ah-ah no...” you cut him off, your hand squeezing just under the tip, stopping him from cumming. joshua groans, his body spasming as you keep him right there.

“hold it. understand?”

his answer is a broken sob, his hips jerking up again, and you can’t help but smile as you tug the collar once more, harder this time. joshua’s eyes roll back, his mouth falling open in a choked gasp, and the way his cock throbs in your hand tells you everything you need to know.

“feeling good baby? aww, should i use it more often then?” you whisper, leaning down to brush your lips against his. he’s too wrecked to respond, his head tipped back as his breath comes in short, shallow bursts, but the desperate way he bucks his hips says more than words ever could.

“y-yes,” he manages to choke out, his voice hoarse and breathless. “fuck, yes, u should—please—”

“shh,” you coo, kissing him softly, a distinction to the way your hand tightens around his cock. “you’ll cum when i say you can, okay? can you do this f'me?”

he nods again, frantic, his breath coming in broken gasps as you begin to stroke him again making sure to keep him right on the border. you can feel how badly he wants it, how close he is, but you hold him there, keeping him on the brink for what feels like an eternity. every time he gets too close, you pull the collar, watching as his eyes roll back, his cock twitching helplessly in your hand.

“please, i can’t—i can’t take it anymore,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as he finally breaks.

“you want to cum, baby?” you ask, as you stroke him just a little faster. his cock throbs in your hand, so close to spilling over, and you can see the desperation in his eyes as he nods.

“yes, please, please, i need it, i—fuck—” his voice breaks, his body spasming beneath you as you finally loosen the collar.

where did you find this? you whisper.

his entire body seizes, his hips jerking up as he finally, finally spills over, his cum coating your hand as he lets out a broken sob of relief. his breath comes in sharp gasps, his chest heaving as he rides out his orgasm, his body trembling beneath yours, as he hisses.

“where did you find this?” he asks, watching you unclick the collar.

“i'm friends with your stylist, who knows, mayyyybe you'll go on stage with this one day? hm?” you wink at him, slapping the collar leather on your hand.

his eyes widen “what?!”

“did i stutter?”

     seungcheol + mutual masturbation

— look at me, look at me, you lookin'?

WARNINGS: +18, smut, mutual masturbation—HIS LEO ASS KEEP ASKING YOU TO LOOK AT HIM lmaoooo, cocky asf seungcheol, attention seeker!seungcheol, you fingering & him jerking off, teasing.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

it’s too hot to be inside, but neither of you care. the fan’s doing its job, whirring lazily in the corner, but it’s the tension that’s got the both of you sweating. that heavy, choking heat that doesn’t let up, suffocates you just right. the kind that makes your mouth go dry, your thighs clench, but you don’t dare break the silence. not when seungcheol’s got that look in his eyes, the one that says he’s thinking all kinds of filthy shit, the kind of shit that makes you pulse between your legs before he’s even touched you.

you’ve seen him naked more times than you can count at this point, but somehow it hits every time. all sharp jawlines and thick muscles—something about seungcheol naked on a couch just works.

he knows it, too, the cocky bastard.

“keep looking,” he says, voice all raspy and low, the way it gets when he’s trying to get under your skin. “i want you to watch me.”

you’re already watching him—how could you not be? but he’s got this thing where he wants your attention locked on him completely, like if your gaze even shifts for a second, he feels it. it makes him feel young, he told you once, being this filthy with you. like he’s got no responsibilities, no reputation to uphold. just seungcheol, bare as fuck, jerking off on your couch while you do the same next to him.

“don’t look away,” he breathes again, louder this time, and you realize that he’s practically begging. you watch his lips curl into a smirk as he catches your eye again, his chest rising and falling with every sharp breath. fucking leo, you think, biting your lip to stop a grin from forming.

he spreads his legs wider, thick thighs shifting, flexing under his weight as he leans back more. you see every detail, the way his chest rises and falls with his ragged breathing, the way his fingers flex as he grips his cock tighter, stroking himself harder. his hips jerk slightly, and a low, filthy groan escapes his throat, the kind that makes you shiver all the way down to your core. “fuck, just… just keep your eyes on me, yeah? i need you to see this.”

his thumb smears over the head, gathering precum, and your mouth waters. the way he’s so fucking confident, so unapologetically filthy, makes your own skin feel too tight. but he’s not done. not yet. not even close.

“you like this? watching me like this? knowing i’m only doing this ‘cause of you?”

your gaze flicks to his face, and fuck, he’s beautiful. contorted, flushed, the raw need written in every line of his expression. he knows you’re watching, knows you’re hooked on the way his hand moves over his length, the way his thighs part even more, inviting your gaze, daring you to look away but knowing damn well you won’t.

“yeah, that’s it. keep those pretty eyes on me,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, almost breathless now. “don’t fucking look away.”

and you don’t. you can’t. not when he’s making those sounds, those filthy moans that seem to vibrate through you, pooling low in your stomach. not when his cock’s so thick, so fucking hard in his hand, veins standing out against his flushed skin, precum dripping down to his fingers. and the way his balls move, tightening with each stroke, makes you dizzy. you watch, entranced, as he fists himself faster, the wet slide of his hand getting louder, filling the space between you with something so fucking primal.

his eyes always dark, dangerous, but god, the way they soften just for you? makes you you whimper, and it’s embarrassing how needy you sound, how much you want him.

but it doesn’t matter. not when he’s putting on a show for you, just for you. his hips stutter, his breath hitching as he pushes closer to the edge, but he holds back. barely. you can see the tension in his body, the way he’s fighting not to let go too soon, wanting to drag it out. for you.

“you feel this, baby? you feel how fucking hard i am for you?” he grits out, his hips lifting off the couch slightly. his knuckles are white from the grip, precum glistening at the base of his thumb as he keeps jerking himself off.

your fingers are slick, moving fast between your thighs, the sound of it unmistakable in the quiet room. wet, lewd. it’s loud enough to make seungcheol’s breath hitch, his eyes flicking down to where your hand is buried between your legs. he can’t take his eyes off you, like he’s watching something divine, like he’s never seen anything more perfect in his life. and when you speed up, fucking yourself even faster, you swear you see his lips twitch into a smile.

he’s mesmerized by the speed of your fingers, by the way you’re so desperate, so fucking horny that you can’t stop. can’t slow down. every time you thrust deeper, every time you curl your fingers just right, you let out this needy little whimper, and it drives him fucking crazy.

“so greedy, baby,” he groans, his grip on his cock tightening. “look at you, fingering yourself so fast… you’re so fucking wet. can you hear it?”

you can. fuck, you really can. the slick sounds of your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt are filthy, and you know it’s turning him on more. his eyes are locked on your pussy, watching as you fuck yourself, as your fingers slip in so easily, coated in your own slick.

he’s grinning now, that cocky smile stretching across his face as he watches you struggle to keep up the pace, your hips bucking against your own hand. you’re lost in the feeling, your mind hazy with the need to cum, but you can feel his gaze burning into you, hungry for more.

you slip your fingers out of yourself for a moment, bringing them up to your mouth. your eyes meet his, and you make a show of it, sucking your fingers clean, your tongue swirling around them, tasting yourself. the way his jaw tightens, how his chest rises and falls even faster, it’s all you need to know. he’s fucking gone for it.

he’s grinning now, that cocky smile stretching across his face as he watches you struggle to keep up the pace, your hips bucking against your own hand. you’re lost in the feeling, your mind hazy with the need to come, but you can feel his gaze burning into you, hungry for more.

you slip your fingers out of yourself for a moment, bringing them up to your mouth. your eyes meet his, and you make a show of it, sucking your fingers clean, your tongue swirling around them, tasting yourself. the way his jaw tightens, how his chest rises and falls even faster, it’s all you need to know. he’s fucking gone for it.

“shit,” he breathes out, his voice strained. “you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

you grin around your fingers before pulling them out with a soft pop, then reach down to rub your clit, your slick fingers gliding easily over the sensitive bundle of nerves. the wet sounds get louder, more desperate as you press harder, rubbing circles over your clit, your hips rolling in time with the rhythm of your hand.

“fuck, baby, that’s so hot,” he groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. “look at you. look how fucking wet you are.”

you can barely think straight, too focused on the way your body is so close to falling apart. your fingers slip and slide over your clit, wet with spit and slick. your fingers move faster, slipping down to your entrance again, teasing yourself before plunging back inside. the squelching sound of it makes seungcheol groan.

“shit, you’re so fucking good at that,” he mutters, almost to himself. “you finger yourself so well… so fucking fast.”

you chuckle softly, the sound barely escaping your lips before your face contorts again, your eyebrows furrowing, mouth falling open as the pleasure rips through you. it’s filthy, that fucked-out expression that seungcheol can’t take his eyes off of. “i’ve been single for too fucking long,” you gasp, your voice strained, as you glance at him through hooded eyes, trying to keep your breath steady. “that’s why i’m so fucking good at it.”

every muscle in your body tightens, and your hips lift off the couch, chasing after your fingers, seeking more. it’s almost too much, but the desperation keeps you going, fingers moving relentlessly inside yourself.

he lets out a low, throaty chuckle, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you come undone. the way his gaze lingers on every twitch of your body, every slick movement of your fingers, makes you clench around your digits. “yeah?” he grins, his voice teasing. “guess that means you’ve had a lot of practice, huh?”

you try to roll your eyes, but all you can manage is a shaky smile, a breathless laugh mixed with a whimper when your fingers curl just right inside you again, hitting that spot that makes your back arch off the couch. “shut the fuck up, cheol,” you moan, unable to hide the desperation in your voice.

“nah,” he breathes, his eyes glued to the way your fingers disappear inside your dripping cunt. “i like watching you. you’re so fucking pretty...”

his words make your pulse race, and you can feel the tension building in your abdomen again, the pleasure coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. every nerve feels electric, raw, and your body reacts instinctively, your fingers moving faster, slick and messy, as your other hand rubs quick circles over your clit. the wet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of you fill the air, mixing with your irregular breathing.

“shit,” seungcheol groans, his hand fisting his cock harder now, his eyes never leaving your face. “you’re so fucking good at that. finger yourself faster, baby. c’mon, i know you can take it.”

you whimper, your body obeying before your mind can catch up, your fingers working at a frantic pace, your hips lifting off the couch again as you grind down against your own hand. the pleasure is making you tense from head to toes, a heady blend of too much and not enough, and your vision blurs as you teeter on the edge, so fucking close.

“cheol,” you gasp, your voice high and desperate, “i’m— fuck, i’m gonna—”

“yes, yes, do it, cum for me, hm? you're going to make me cum”

the tension snaps, and you’re gone, your body arching off the couch as your orgasm crashes over you. your fingers thrust deep inside you, curling, and you scream his name, the sound raw and guttural as the pleasure tears through you. your muscles clench, trembling violently as your body spasms with the force of it, your cunt clenching hard around your fingers, soaking them as you ride out every blissful wave.

it’s so intense that your mind goes blank, your body shaking uncontrollably as you cum, your breath is ragged, uneven, as you whimper and moan, your fingers still buried deep inside you, your clit throbbing under your touch.

your fingers slow their movements, slipping out of you, and you groan softly at the emptiness, your body still buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm.

seungcheol’s eyes are dark, his chest heaving as he strokes himself faster and faster, his gaze flickering between your fucked-out face and your slick, glistening fingers.

“fuck,” he groans, his hand moving faster, slick sounds filling the room as he pumps his cock. “you’re gonna make me cum just from watching you.”

you smirk, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across your face as you watch him, “then cum,” you purr, your voice still a little breathless. “show me how much you want me.”

his jaw clenches, and he lets out a low, desperate moan as his body tenses. he strokes himself faster, harder, his hips bucking slightly as he gets closer and closer to the edge. “keep looking at me,” he pants, his voice strained. “don’t fucking look away.”

his breath hitches, and with one last stroke, he groans your name, his body shaking as his orgasm hits him hard. thick ropes of cum spill over his hand, onto his stomach, and he keeps stroking himself through it.

when he finally comes down, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, he looks at you with a sluggish, pleased grin. “fuck,” he mutters, his voice rough, “you’re fucking gorgeous.” his hand still pumps his cock slowly, the cum collected on his hand as it raises up, his abs twitching everytime he does.

you laugh softly, shaking your head as you collapse back onto the couch, still trying to catch your breath. “told you,” you tease, your voice hoarse. “i’ve had a lot of practice.”

his grin widens, and he chuckles, reaching out to pull you closer, his sticky hand resting on your thigh as he looks at you with that familiar, cocky smirk. “nah,” he says, “you’re just naturally a fucking slut, baby.”

you raise an eyebrow, still panting softly as you turn your head to look at him sprawled out on the couch, all smug. “oh, i’m the slut?” you scoff, letting your hand slide up your thigh, fingers lazily tracing the still-sensitive skin. “you’re over here jerking off like a horny boy, but i’m the slut?”

seungcheol’s smirk doesn’t falter, though you see the way his eyes dart to your fingers before flicking back to your face. “i mean, i wasn’t the one fingering myself like it was a fucking olympic sport,” he quips. “you looked like you were about to break your wrist.”

“please,” you roll your eyes, your lips quirking up into a sly grin. “like you weren’t fisting your cock like it owed you money. i thought your hand was gonna fall off, cheol. or were you just that desperate to put on a little show for me? you came so fucking fast, baby. all that talking, all that bossy shit, and you still couldn’t hold it together”

“fast?” he echoes, leaning back slightly, his fingers lazily trailing over his own stomach, where the mess of his orgasm still glistens. “baby, i was pacing myself for you. trying to let you catch up.”

you let out a sharp laugh, fully sitting up now, and you let your gaze roam slowly over him, from the sticky mess on his stomach to the lazy, smug curve of his lips. “pacing yourself? that’s what you’re calling it now?” you hum, letting your legs stretch out as you slide them against his thigh, the soft pressure making him shiver. “because to me, it looked like you were ready to bust the second i started moaning. i thought you were gonna cry if i didn’t keep watching you. so fucking needy for my attention.”

that hits him. you see the way his jaw clenches, the way his eyes darken, and he swallows hard, the smugness wavering just a little. because he knows its true, he craves your attention so bad. maybe that’s what turns him on the most.

(Boy)Friend Material | Part I of II | csc x f!reader

You'd think that, having matched with Seungcheol on a dating app, you would be, well, dating. You suppose you're lucky, but not that lucky.

Rating: sfw (this part) | WC: ~3k | Pairing: csc x f!reader | Genre: emotional fluff, friends/idiots to lovers

Warnings: suggestive thoughts, down bad reader, implied alcohol drinking, kissing

Matching with Seungcheol on Bumble was a fluke, or maybe a miracle, considering the fact that you re-downloaded the app on a whim and his profile was the first to come up. 

The second you saw him in that blue baseball cap and white tee, his jawline sharp and his bicep thick, you knew there was no point in trying to find anyone better. So you conferred with the group chat to crowdsource a good opening line, something about how his birthday should be a national holiday, and awaited his response with bated breath. 

He replied within minutes, saying that he’d always thought so but was intrigued as to why you did too, and you, ignoring your friends’ advice to play it cool, told him that he was obviously a gift to the masses to get them through these troubling times. He got bashful then, but apparently you didn’t come on too strong in a bad way, because the next thing you knew he was asking for your number and requesting to meet up for some coffee. 

That was four months ago, and though it never went further in a romantic sense, you know you’re lucky to have him as a friend. Unfortunately, the thoughts you have about Seungcheol aren’t the kind you’re supposed to have about a friend. 

You wish you could say you haven’t always wondered what those plush lips would feel like on yours, or if he’d be big enough to stretch you out, or whether he’d take you gently or pin you down and fuck you like he means it, but you’ve wanted Seungcheol ever since you first locked eyes with him, even if it was just through your phone screen.

It would be one thing if you only wanted to sleep with him, but it’s a million times worse because you want to love him too. You want to hold hands, and go on cute dates, and get him little gifts just to see his eyes light up. You want to fall asleep in his arms, and take care of him when he’s sick, and tell anyone who will listen that he’s your boyfriend. 

How could you want anything less when he looks like all of your dreams come to life? When he gazes at you with those big brown eyes, always listening so attentively, as if you’re the only one in his world that matters? When he takes care of you without thinking, like it’s just second nature?

Even at a house party like this, where there are plenty of girls eyeing him and more than a few of his bros wanting to talk to him, he’s by your side. The second your shoulders twitched in a shiver, his jacket was covering them. As soon as your cup was empty, he was accompanying you to the kitchen to refill it. And you know that when you give even a hint of wanting to leave, he’ll be guiding you to his car and taking you home, perfectly sober because he volunteered to be the designated driver tonight just so you could have fun and be safe. 

If only you could tell him to take you back to his place instead of yours. The problem is that he would, and he’d take your makeup off all gently, and give you a big t-shirt to sleep in, and tuck you into his bed before going to sleep on the couch, even though it hurts his back and his feet dangle off the edge. You know because that’s exactly what he did the time you managed to scrape together enough courage to ask if you could stay over after a night out. 

You can’t have a repeat of that, not when you woke up wishing you were his (after dreaming that he’d fucked you into his mattress). You barely kept yourself from begging him to make your dreams a reality that morning, especially when he greeted you with bedhead, a gravelly voice, and your favorite pastries from the bakery down the street. 

It took you weeks to get over it, to be able to look into his eyes without wanting to either confess your love or jump his bones. And still, almost two months later, you’re pushing down both of those desires. Holding your feelings back when you’re with him is a constant struggle, one that’s only made more difficult by his affectionate and protective nature. It’s becoming painful, knowing he likes you but not in the way that you like him, being so close to him but never as close as you want. 

Near Seungcheol is your favorite place to be, but you’re starting to think it’s not somewhere that’s good for you, which is distressing because at this point, he’s one of your best friends. You see him nearly every week for meals and little excursions, and you’d go for every day if you didn’t have to keep him from your other friends lest they give away your secret. You don’t know how you’d cope with not being around him, but you can only assume it wouldn’t be well when he’s so enmeshed in your life, even your landlord knows about him.

God, you cancel one maintenance call after Seungcheol fixes your leaky faucet and Jerry thinks every other repair request is bullshit…

You startle as Seungcheol leans in close to ask you something, though you’re too distracted by the weight of his hand on your waist to process his question. It’s warm even through the cotton of your shirt and the denim of his jacket, and he must think it’s too loud for you to hear him because he uses it to tug you closer as he asks again, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I think I’m just ready to go,” you respond weakly, forcing a smile that must look as fake as it feels. Knowing you’re not telling the truth about the first part, he frowns reproachfully at you and lets go of your waist to intertwine your fingers with his, pulling you behind him to the front door. There’s a chill in the air though it’s barely September, and he drops your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, syncing his steps to yours and holding you tight.

It’s a short walk but the quiet tension makes it feel like eons have passed by the time you arrive at his sedan. He opens the passenger-side door for you and takes your bag so you can climb in unhindered, gently placing it at your feet before patting your knee and shutting you in. You watch as he jogs around the hood and gets in next to you, taking care not to slam his door. You wonder if it’s because the first (and only) time he did on a night like this, you thought he was upset with you for wanting to leave early. 

He was so sweet and concerned when you brought it up, instantly rejecting your offer to uber home so he could go back to the party as if he was offended you even asked, before telling you that there was no point in staying if he didn’t have you with him. That was just one of the many moments that have ruined you for anyone else. 

“What’s on your mind?” Seungcheol asks quietly, turning his body toward you and reaching for your hand. Unsure of what to say, you give it to him silently and fight back a shudder at the feeling of his warm, rough fingers against yours. 

You hate lying to Seungcheol, partially because you always want to be honest with him but mostly because you’re so bad at doing the opposite. He picks up on it immediately, and then he gets this sorrowful, wounded look on his face and goes all quiet, which makes you feel like you’re the worst person on the planet. 

How honest can you be, though?

You could leave out the part about wanting him to fuck your brains out and lead with the non-platonic feelings you hold for him. Or you could leave out the emotional side of things and simply share that you want to ride him into the sunset. Or you could tell him everything, bare your soul and your pussy, and hope for the best. But what if the worst happens? What if he tells you he could never want you like that, that you’re like a sister to him, that he doesn’t want to see you ever again because you’ve ruined this friendship? 

You don’t think you can risk it. 

Still, you’d like to avoid deceiving him and hurting his feelings in the process, so maybe you could just be vague instead. 

“A lot of things, but nothing I want to talk about right now,” you finally answer, avoiding his eyes and pushing down the voice in the back of your mind that screams you’re a coward.

His mouth scrunches to the side and his brows furrow, but after a minute of silence, he accepts it. 

“Okay, just… You know you can tell me anything, right?” He lowers his head to find your gaze, sincerity emanating so brightly from him, it burns. 

Anything but this.

“I know,” you whisper, attempting a smile to appease him, though the way he sighs defeatedly and looks away makes you feel like you’ve just made him worry more. 

Facing the wheel again, he turns the key in the ignition and carefully reverses just enough to pull forward out of his makeshift parking spot. The music coming through his speakers is soft and low, too quiet to really fill the silence sitting between you and him, silence that isn’t usually there. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything at all, your body thrumming with a nervous energy that you’re sure Seungcheol can feel. 

Glancing over, you find his hands tight on the steering wheel and his lip caught in between his teeth. You hate the idea that your anxiety has seeped into him, but he’s always seemed to think your happiness is his personal responsibility, so you suppose it makes sense. 

“Are you taking the long way?” You ask in confusion when you face forward again and watch the on ramp to the highway pass you by. 

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay… Just wanted a bit more time with you,” he murmurs with a melancholy tinge to his voice. 

“Of course that’s okay, I love being with you.” Shit, you wanted to make him feel better but you didn’t mean to sound so-

“Do you?” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you never…” He looks over at you and shakes his head, taking a deep breath before continuing to speak. “I know we’re taking things slow but I feel like you’re always holding part of yourself back from me. You never touch me, I’m always the one touching you. I make the majority of our plans. All my friends know you but I don’t know any of your friends,” he sighs in frustration and pulls over into an empty parking lot, putting the car in park. “And now tonight you don’t feel like you can tell me what’s wrong… I just- If you want to break things off, please just say so.”

When he finishes, he gazes at you, dejection swimming in his eyes like you’re breaking his heart. 

In your mind, you repeat the words that stand out to you as if they’re new arrangements of letters with meanings you’ve never encountered before.

T a k i n g  t h i n g s  s l o w.

B r e a k  t h i n g s  o f f.

What  t h i n g s?

“Seungcheol… Please don’t get upset, but I think we might not be on the same page,” you say slowly. “What are we? Because I was under the impression we were-”

“Friends,” you finish just as he responds, like it should be obvious, “Together.”

“You think we’re just friends?! We met on a dating app,” he bursts in a barely contained explosion. 

“You’re so hot, and sure, we went on that one coffee date, but we never went on any others-” You scramble to explain your reasoning. 

“We’ve gone on at least three dates a month since we met! Did you think we were just hanging out?” 

“...Yes?” 

“I plan them, I dress nicely, I pick you up, I pay,” he lists off on his fingers, clearly growing heated. 

“Okay, so maybe those were dates! But we don’t kiss, or have sleepovers, or talk to each other about our feelings,” you attempt to defend yourself. 

“I was trying to follow your lead,” he grimaces regretfully and pinches the bridge of his nose. “God, could I have been kissing you this whole time?” 

“You could have been doing a lot more than kissing me,” you laugh to yourself, thinking about all the wishes and desires you’ve had since you first laid eyes on him. Then you see his face, and it doesn’t really feel funny anymore. 

He looks equal parts irate and amorous, that strong brow furrowed in displeasure though his gaze is greedy, like he’s had enough of you but at the same time, he could never get enough of you. 

“Alright, since I apparently need to lay it all out, here’s what we’re gonna do,” he turns to face you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. You barely resist the urge to lean into it before realizing you don’t have to resist anything anymore when it comes to Seungcheol, your hand coming up to cover his and hold it to your face. 

His eyes soften at that, his thumb brushing your cheekbone as he says, “First, we’re going to talk about our feelings and get on the same page. Then, I’m taking you to your place to pack an overnight bag and to mine for a sleepover, and this time I’m not staying on that goddamn couch. It’ll take a while to make up for four months of not kissing you, but we can start with tonight. Does that all sound good to you?”

“Everything sounds great,” you breathe dreamily, already envisioning being on your back beneath him with those perfect cherry lips on yours. 

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he groans, his head falling sideways against the headrest. “We have to talk first.”

“Are you telling me or yourself?” You ask teasingly, giggling when he squeezes his eyes shut and swears under his breath. 

“Both,” he sighs out before saying nervously, “I’ll start, because I’m a good boyfriend.”

You have to swallow down the squeal that threatens to burst from you just at the thought of Seungcheol being your boyfriend. 

“I’ve been into you since I met you,” he begins. “You make me laugh, you make my heart race, and you make me want you, all the damn time. The past four months have been the best of my life. You’re smart and beautiful and special and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Hearing Seungcheol say these things sends a rush of pure joy through you, followed by a flood of affection. He’s all you’ve wanted for four months, and now you know he likes you. And wants to be with you. It’s almost too much for you to handle… Almost. 

“Seungcheol, as soon as I saw you on that god-forsaken app, I knew I could stop looking. You’re funny and kind and thoughtful and devastatingly good looking, and I liked you so much that I tried to be happy just being your friend, but I always wanted more. I think it’s because I was so blinded by my crush on you that I didn’t realize we were more. We are more. Hopefully, you’re okay being with me for a long time, because I don’t know if I’ll ever want to let you go.”

He gazes at you, his face soft and his eyes earnest, adoring. “That’s fine with me,” he murmurs, leaning in. “Can I kiss you?”

“I literally thought you’d never ask,” you whisper, inching forward and holding your breath until his lips finally meet yours. 

They feel supple, lush, just like you knew they would, and he kisses you with a gentleness you didn’t expect. After four months of waiting, you thought he’d be impatient, rough, but he’s moving like he has all the time in the world, like you’re something worth savoring. He pulls away reluctantly, but you’re not done yet, your chin tilting so you can press your lips to his again. 

He sighs against you and you glide your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when he opens his mouth to lick into yours. His hand shifts to cup your neck, tilting your head so he can kiss you at a different angle, and that’s when the moan slips out. 

It’s quiet, but obvious in the silence of the car, and you pause self consciously for a second before he brushes his thumb over your jaw and moans back. The sound is so hot that you’re inches away from unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing over the center console into his lap, your mind already wrapped up in thoughts of feeling his thick, sturdy thighs under you. He doesn’t let you get that far, breaking away with a gasp and staring at you heatedly, as if he can hear your thoughts. 

“I want too much from you for our first time to be in my car,” he pants raggedly, fighting to catch his breath after you attempted to steal it from him. 

“I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you acquiesce, watching as he shifts into drive and makes his way out of the parking lot. When he’s on the road again, he rests his palm on your thigh with a glance and a raise of his brow, as if to ask if his placement is okay. You just smile and intertwine your fingers with his, trying to shove down the giddiness bubbling up within you as you get closer and closer to your apartment.

AN: there was a natural separation between scenes so i decided to make this a two parter!! smutty part two will be posted sometime this weekend (hopefully)

please i am begging u to tell me ur thoughts and ur thots i am deep in seungcheol brainrot and i need to commiserate

edited to add: drop a comment to join the taglist!

↳ Index [Day 07 - Picnic Sex]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU

Kinks: public sex on a meadow, drunk sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, praise kink, good girl kink, sensory play where he makes her guess with what he is touching her, vaginal penetrative sex in missionary, use of a condom, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), giggly and cuddly aftercare, Yoongi is a cute menace when he is tipsy

Wordcount: 4.6k

a/n: i missed this couple so much!!! holy moly i’m sobbing in the club, they’re the cutest!! goodness :( thank you for requesting this, i’m in love with them <3

Yoongi has been gazing for more than ten minutes. His lips are curled into a constant, soft smile and his eyes sparkle adoringly. He also has his head tilted to the side slightly, kicking his feet mindlessly. He doesn’t know that he is gazing, but you finally notice after coming down from your wine induced monologue about tea. 

You swallow down the flutter of your heart, cheeks heating up under his gaze. 

“Sorry, I was talking a lot.”

He shakes his head, smiling drunkenly and fluttering his lashes, “you weren’t”, he says softly.

“I just think tea is so neat.”

“I know you do. It is.” 

A shy giggle slips from you, shoulders lifting to your ears.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Just so dreamily. It makes me shy.”

Yoongi chuckles and scoots closer. His chest brushes the side of your arm and he has his hand propped up on the picnic blanket behind your butt. Like this, you can smell his sweet breath and practically feel his kiss. 

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t help it”, he whispers and brushes the back of his hand down your cheek as gently as possible. “I love listening to you. Everything you say is so wonderful.” 

“Are you drunk?” 

His flushed cheeks and droopy eyes should be answer enough. 

“Maybe a little.” He drops his cheek on your shoulder, peeking up at you through his lashes. “The wine is so good and the food was amazing and you are beautiful and this date is perfect”, he gushes as his fingers trace your stomach and thighs mindlessly.

You giggle, nudging him with your nose. You learned from dating Yoongi that he becomes very cute when he is drunk. He gets clingy and touchy and his loosened tongue can’t stop saying the sappiest stuff. He also giggles constantly and gets such a cute blush on his cheeks. You already think that he is cute on normal days, but when he is drunk, you could smooch him constantly because of how adorable he is. 

Yoongi sighs dreamily and kisses your shoulder, straightening up afterwards. He currently has ginger hair, which reflects the autumn sun in shades of orange. You lovingly like to call him your tangerine because of it.

“Close your eyes”, he says and because you trust him, you do. You know that if he asks something like this, the outcome will be nice for you. You stay seated for a while, enjoying the silence of the moment. 

You and Yoongi went on a picnic date on the meadow today. It was a sunny, warm autumn’s day and you felt like getting out of your houses. So you met up on your bicycles with homemade food in your baskets and your pets next to it, ready to drive down into the valley for a nice date. Levi and Holly are napping together in the grass just a little to your right, the food has been finished already and the bottle of wine, Yoongi brought, is half empty. Which explains why you and he keep giggling and snickering. You are both just tipsy enough that the current moment is so, so exciting and nice.

Yoongi still hasn’t acted on whatever he was planning to do.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, snickering. “Did you leave?”

“No. Guess what I’m using”, he says and a second later you feel something light tickle your face.

You giggle, chasing the sensation. He starts off at your temple, guiding it over your cheek and down your neck until he traces your exposed collarbones. You are wearing an autumn sundress today, which reveals your collarbones and cleavage. 

The sensation stops, the ghost of its touch remains on your skin in tingles.

“What was that?” he asks. 

“Something that tickled, mhm, maybe a feather?”

“No, try again.” The sensation begins anew, sending shivers down your back. It makes your heart flutter in giddiness.

Stop. It is time for you to guess. 

“Is it grass?” 

“Yay, you did it.”

You open your eyes, inspecting the blade of grass between his fingers. He picked the flower for it, which explains why it felt so feathery on your skin. 

A drunken snicker leaves you and you draw closer to him.

“This was fun. I wanna try again.”

“Okay, I’ll give you more.” 

You close your eyes, waiting impatiently for his next touch. Something soft like fabric. He dances it from your temples down to your collarbones.

You smile, turning your head to where you think his face should be.

“That’s your jumper.”

“Mhm, which part?” The sensation starts anew. He is so gentle as he guides it over your skin. It feels so good.

“Your sleeve? Maybe?”

“Correct.”

You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. He lets out a soft chuckle and pokes your nose with his own, rubbing the tip against yours afterwards. You close your eyes halfway, reciprocating the affection. 

“One more, please?” 

“Okay, one more. Close your eyes.”

You obey, skin tingling in anticipation. The touch is chaste, tickling your skin.

“Are you fluttering your lashes against my cheek?” you ask in a snicker.

“Yeah”, he laughs.

“Oh god, you’re silly.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek, dancing his lips to your ear afterwards to whisper. You shiver like crazy at the feeling of it, sighing quietly.

“Two more guesses, okay?” 

“Yeah okay…”

The next object is obvious to you with the very first touch.

“Your fingertip!”

“Mhm, correct”, he whispers, dancing it down to your collarbone to trace it. 

You open your eyes halfway. He is breathing a little heavier than before.

“What’s the last one?” you ask him, breathing heavier as well.

“Close your eyes and guess.”

“Okay.”

You can hear him shimmy closer to you and then you feel it. His lips on your neck, kissing the most sensitive spot.

You tilt your head back, parting your lips in a surprised moan.

Yoongi purrs, sucking on your skin gently before he lifts his lips. You open your eyes, looking at his pouty lips.

“And?” he asks.

“Your lips”, you sigh, gazing dreamily.

“Correct, you did so well.”

“Hah”, you let out, eyes practically lost in the view of his lips.

Yoongi, who notices and feels tingly because of it, speaks softly. He traces your thigh with his fingertips as he does, gazing at your neck.

“Wanna have a reward?”

“A reward?”

“Mhm, it’ll feel good”, he says, ghosting his lips over your neck without touching it.

“Ah”, you let out, chasing him.

“Is this a yes?”

“Yeah, please.”

He climbs atop of you, laying you down on the blanket as he does it. 

You allow him happily, exposing your neck to him so he could keep kissing you. He claims the opportunity happily, showering you in kisses and careful touches. By now, it is an unspoken shared feeling by both that this is turning you on. It was sweet at first, but sweetness sometimes tastes too addicting not to crave more of it. The day is so nice, the date so romantic and you have been sharing such nice intimacy on your little, comfortable blanket. You are also giddily drunk and stupidly in love with each other. It was bound to happen that all of these feel good emotions escalate. 

Yoongi still lifts his lips to ask, hands on an innocent place.

“I know you already said yes, but is it really okay for me to touch you?”

“Yes, is it okay for you too?”

“Yes, more than okay, my darling.” He kisses your jawline once. “Just tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?”

“Yes okay. You too, yeah?” 

“Mhm, yeah.”

He lowers his lips, planning not to lift them again for quite a while. You fall into the sensation with a sigh, melting like a drop of chocolate in the sun.  

He kisses every inch of your neck and jawline, even giving you soft bites because he knows that you love the sensation. His lips brush against your ears as well, allowing quiet moans to reach them and with it, make you shiver. It is so hot to feel his moans like this, it will always excite you.

Yoongi of course knows that and he will use every card against you to get you as turned on as possible. He loves turning you on, especially when you look as pretty as you do today.

“I love this dress on you, I love it so much”, he breathes, rubbing his palms over the soft fabric while his lips are tasting your collarbones.

“Thank you”, you sigh, wiggling your feet. He always makes you feel so beautiful. 

“I love the colour and the fit and the fabric. You make this dress look so beautiful, my darling”, he continues, right hand sliding to your waist to trace it. The dress is a little tighter around your waist, giving it a synched look. It also makes his touch feel like electricity on your skin, forcing your back to arch off the blanket.

Yoongi purrs, kissing a path down your chest until he reaches your cleavage. The position and gravity naturally makes your breasts lay flatter than as if you were standing up, but Yoongi still buries his face in them. He makes a funny noise as he does, eliciting a loud cackle from you. You ruffle his hair instantly, chest tingling in happiness. 

“You’re so stupid”, you laugh. 

“I had to do this. I love your tits”, he mumbles, voice playful and happy. 

“If you say so.” 

“Mhm, I do.” He gathers them in his hands and massages them gently. “I really do.” 

“Wow Yoongi…this is…so nice…” you sigh, arching into his touch.

“It is. So nice”, he breathes, placing loving kisses on your clothed breasts before moving lower. 

By now, you are practically panting in excitement, body shuddering each time he touches a new spot. He has both hands on your sides, holding you safely as his lips kiss a path down your clothed stomach.

Soon every inch of it is kissed as well and Yoongi straightens up. You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. His cheeks are pinker than before. 

You prop your feet up on the blanket and open your legs. Yoongi’s eyes widen, he does a sneaky double take before gawking at your face in shock. 

“Please”, you beg.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes. You?”

“What? Of course I am, you don’t gotta ask. You know me, I could live between your legs”, he says and lies down on his stomach, burying his face in your inner thigh to munch on it playfully.

You giggle and whine, writhing deliciously at the sensation. He is kissing and sucking your skin, leaving the softest of bites as well. They don’t hurt at all, they’re a soft graze with his teeth before his tender lips replace them. The sensation is so tingly that you could honestly scream. He riles you up so much.

Soon, you cannot take the teasing anymore and you reach down to rake your fingers through his locks.

“Don’t tease please.”

“I’m not, you’re just impatient.”

You chuckle, heart fluttering. You love when he bickers with you. He is such a cutie. A cutie who currently takes off your panties, making you heave in excitement. You help him slip them off your legs, then prop them up again as wide apart as possible.

Yoongi chuckles because of your eagerness, running his palms down your inner thighs.

“You’re beautiful, darling”, he says, meaning your pussy.

“Yoongi, you’re still teasing”, you whine.

“Yeah, that’s right. I was teasing right now.”

“God, I can’t stand you”, you laugh, ruffling his hair.

Yoongi smiles, lowering himself like this. He purrs, kissing your pussy to get her used to him. Your laughter stops, a loud gasp replaces it.

“Mhm, so soft”, he lulls, wrapping his lips around your clit to give it a gentle suck.

“Oh.” Your hips flinch up. “Wow.” They drop again, legs twitching aggressively.

Yoongi lets go of you and finally darts out his tongue, guiding it through your folds to part them. You are already a little wet, making him purr in contentment. He loves your taste and your scent. He runs his hands to your hips, holding them safely. One squeeze for good measures.

“Don’t stop please”, you sigh, feeling more and more turned on. He is still gentle right now, going slow. It is so nice to be worked up this way.

Sometimes Yoongi gets really hungry for your pussy and he goes down on you sloppily and quickly. It overstimulates you within seconds, forcing you to yelp up and orgasm after just a few licks. He is very cocky whenever that happens because of how quickly he can make you climax. And you love these moments, they’re so sexy to you.

You can’t lie however and you have to admit that you really, really love when he is being gentle with you. The pleasure goes so much deeper and builds up so much more. The fact that he is capable of doing both is also very arousing to you.

“You’re so good”, you praise, voice breathy.

“Mhhm”, he purrs into you, guiding his wet tongue through your folds until he has your clit under it. He slides his left hand from your hips, using two of his fingers to part you and therefore expose more of your clit. Like this, he circles his tongue around it, careful not to grace it directly but instead make the area around it sensitive.

“God this is torture”, you both whine and chuckle, closing your legs on him slightly.

“Mh-hm, is good”, he lulls, pushing your legs apart with one hand. His tongue continues its teasing rounds while his right hand rubs your inner thigh. He purrs and does the unthinkable thing of dancing his tongue down to your entrance instead.

You throb around nothing, chasing him in a weak roll of your hips and cursing under your breath. If you weren’t already dizzy from the wine, you are definitely dizzy now that he teases you so much.

Yoongi listens to your needy curses, feeling really dizzy himself. You taste stronger than you did before, a sure sign that he managed to get you wetter. Yoongi laps it up deliciously, eyes closed and button nose buried between your soft folds. He loves when he gets messy from your pussy, burying his nose deeper while his tongue teases your entrance.

“Please, this is torture”, you let out in a whine, scratching his scalp softly but needily at the same time.

“What do you need?” he dares to ask as if he wasn’t teasing you on purpose. Gosh, he is such a menace when he is drunk and therefore playful.

“More, I can’t take the teasing please.”

“Again, you’re just impatient.”

“Min Yoongi”, you warn, lifting your head just enough that you can make eye contact with him. His eyes sparkle boyishly, his cheeks are flushed. He is also kicking his feet giddily.

“Okay, okay fine”, he laughs, “I give up. Do you want my fingers, mhm?”

“Yes please, two of them please.”

“Okay, I’m only doing this because you’re impatient.”

You drop your head with an exasperated groan, mumbling a quiet “you’re so annoying.”

He chuckles and puts the pads of his middle and ring finger against your entrance. He spits on them so the slip would be easier then finally applies pressure. You take him in greedily, walls practically sucking him in.

“Yes, god yes”, you moan, thrusting your hips ecstatically.

“Slipped right in”, he croaks, feeling his cock throb in his pants. He didn’t expect you to take him so easily nor to be so wet inside for that matter and it’s really affecting him. Once entirely inside, he begins moving, pumping his long digits in and out your soft walls.

“This feel so good”, you moan, fingers closing around his left hand.

“It does. Fuck darling, you’re…” he trails off, deciding to let his tongue do the talking another way. He presses it against your clit, licking it eagerly while his fingers fuck you slowly and deeply.

“Yes this, yes this, yes this, please this”, you chant, body beginning to writhe in pleasure. You always like to whine when he is teasing you, but it is always so worth it. Now that he finally pleasures your favourite spots, it makes you literally float on cloud nine. The warmth is so deep, so constant, so good. The slight intoxicated buzz of the wine makes it even more intense.

“This please, this please, this, this, ah this…”

Yoongi moans into you, grinding his cock into the ground. He is so turned on, head fuzzy and body running on nothing but you. He wanted to make you feel good ever since you went on your monologue about tea. He loves listening to you so much, everything you say is so interesting to him and you look so cute when your eyes are glowing from intoxication that Yoongi knew he had to make you feel good ever since you began talking about tea. Witnessing you in such a state, tasting how wet you are, feeling how much you clench is everything his drunken heart needed. And he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel as good as possible. He curls his fingers each time they grace your g-spot, staying there for a few seconds to massage the tender spot. And each time he pleasures your insides, he focuses his licks on the most sensitive part of your clit. Judging by the noises you are producing, this is going to make you orgasm.

You never tell him that something is bringing you close because it then does the exact opposite for you. You somehow stress yourself out about orgasming and then stop being close. So you always stay quiet until you are literally in the middle of climaxing. Yoongi never thought that it was weird that you did that, instead he studied your reactions until he learned just from your noises and movements when something he does is bringing you close. Like this, you can enjoy yourself without stressing and Yoongi is having the best time. Yoongi loves doing this for you because he loves you and he loves making you feel good.

Today is no different. Yoongi keeps using his fingers and mouth on you while you get noisier and shakier with each touch and lick. He can’t wait to have you climax, moaning with you as he brings you closer by the second.

Three more eager licks and with his fingers against your g-spot, and he breaks you.

“I’m cumming”, you moan, already shaking out of control.

Yoongi growls into you, enjoying the tug you have on his hair as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You are also grinding your hips into his face instinctively, smothering him in your warmth. He is in heaven. He really is.

“Oh, uh, ah”, you let out once overstimulation sets in, fleeing him in flinches of your hips, “ah, wait.”

Yoongi knows that you aren’t a particular fan of intense overstimulation and so he slips his fingers free, kissing a path up your body.

“Damn this was…okay phew”, you get out, making him chuckle and nibble on your jawline.

“Did you like it?” he coos drunkenly.

“Did I like it? I loved it, oh my lord.”

He snickers, sucking your cheek into his mouth as if he was eating your face.

“No, don’t do that”, you whine, pushing him off gently.

“I can’t help it. You’re so cute that I wanna eat you.”

You whine, nudging his chest because he flusters you so much. Yoongi smiles, snuggling his nose into your cheek.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

“Do you want more?” you ask him.

“Maybe? My cock’s so hard.”

“Oh god”, you snicker, “poor boy.”

“Yeah, poor boy. God, I wanna fuck you so bad”, he says, grinding his hips into you.

“Oh”, you gasp, shuddering in reaction and gripping his back, “Yoongi, holy fu-ah.”

“Please ___ can I fuck you? Please?”

“Yes, please do.”

He moans, kissing your cheek in gratefulness, “thank you, thank you, oh thank you.”

“Just do it, you drunk doofus you”, you snicker, ruffling his hair.

“Yeah, right.” He sits up and looks around. “Wait, I need to figure this out. I don’t wanna expose my butt”, he says, making you laugh.

“I don’t think anyone would see”, you say, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could get the condom from your bag as he undresses.

“I can’t risk it. What if someone does? Then they’ll see my pale ass. That’s embarrassing. I wouldn’t complain if I actually tanned, but I look like a ghost right now.”

“You would still complain, come on now”, you cackle, making him chuckle.

“You know me so well.” He finally managed to get his cock out of his pants without exposing his butt. “There we go. That should work”, he says.

“That’s so sexy, baby. Here, condom.”

“Thanks, darling”, he accepts it and opens it to roll it on. 

You watch him, feeling so excited for what was to come. He gives his cock three jerks for good measures then lies himself over you.

“Hey there”, you say, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Hey there”, he says, leaning into your touch. He guides his cock to your pussy, grinding it through your folds. “Mhm, so wet. Can I stick it in?”

You nod your head vigorously, “stick it in, please.”

“Look at me, yeah?” 

“Mhm yeah.” 

Pressure on your entrance for just a second then he breaches you, cock sliding into you easily. You and he moan together, eyes getting lost in the other’s.

“Wow, this is so nice”, you sigh.

“Yeah, so nice”, his voice is practically nothing but airy sounds. He is so far gone, giving up completely once he bottoms out. “Fuck”, he presses out, eyes rolling back and head dropping so his nose is nuzzled into your cheek.

“You’re so deep”, you croak.

“Mh-hm”, he whimpers, nodding his head. He shivers when you run your hand down his back so you could hold his hip.

“Move please.”

He fulfills your wish gladly, rolling his hips into you gently but deeply. He wants to stay inside you, feel you around every single inch of him. He is so happy when he is inside you, so happy.

You gasp and moan his name, head rolling to the side in defeat. He chases you, lips against your neck and eyes closed.

“Feels good?”

“Yeah, feels good. You’re so deep, ah Yoongi.”

“Mhm so deep. You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Yoongi…”

“I love when you moan my name. Makes me wanna fuck you so good.”

You shiver from just his words, arching your back. Your clothed breasts rub against his clothed chest this way. He reaches down and caresses your back once before he pins you down onto the blanket gently, sliding his thumb to your clit.

“Yoongi”, you moan louder, clenching around him and scrunching your face.

“So good, such a good girl. Keep moaning my name”, he lulls, turning your brain and limbs into goo. He is so sexy when he praises you. You didn’t even know that you had such a huge praise kink until he did it one night and you literally melted.

“Yoongi…”

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with slightly harsher thrusts. He is still incredibly gentle, but there is strength behind them. Strength and skill, meant to make you see stars.

“Yoongi!” you wail, arching your back.

He moans in reaction, twisting the blanket above your head. His cock throbs deep inside you, his stomach flutters. There is nothing that gets him off more than when you moan his name. He feels so good when you do and as if he could fucking do anything. Seriously, you give him such a boost of confidence when you act this way during sex that Yoongi feels almost unbearably cocky.

“Don’t stop please.”

“Put your finger in my mouth.”

You open your eyes, “huh?”

“My mouth, put it in”, he says, sticking his tongue out.

You follow his order, although confused. Yoongi takes your finger and licks it greedily, making you moan from the sensation.

“You’re so hot, oh god”, you mewl, throbbing around him.

He purrs and lets it slip out, “rub your clit with it. I need both arms to support myself. My shoulder hurts otherwise.”

“Oh god, you’re so sexy. Yoongi”, you moan, replacing his finger with yours.

“There we go, good girl”, he growls, slamming his elbow onto the ground next to your head and grabbing the blanket roughly. He angles his hips better, using the new support to pump into you sloppily.

“Yoo-”, is all you get out before your tongue stops working and all you can make are the most primal of noises.

“Yeah that’s it, isn’t it? You like that, don’t you?” he taunts, sounding so sure of himself.

You nod your head vigorously, whimpering each time he buries his cock deep inside your walls.

“Of course you do. You are so beautiful when I fuck you. Shit, I’m dizzy. You’re driving me insane.”

“Yoongi, you…cum…”

“Don’t hold back, I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.”

“Say…it…please…”

He cradles your cheek, lowering his drunken voice seductively.

“Cum for me, darling.”

“Ah, Yoongi!” you break instantly, scratching up his back as you clasp him desperately.

“Good girl, cum for me, such a good girl”, he talks you through it at first, but then you squeeze him so tightly that he feels lost as well, “you’re making me cum too, ah ___.”

He drops his face into the crook of your neck, releasing into the condom a second later with a guttural growl. You scream his name in reaction, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible. It forces his weakened body to drop on yours.

“___”, your name leaves him in a whimper, his arms cradle you against him as best as possible, “wow this was, wow.”

“Yeah, so wow”, you agree, melting under him. It’s so nice to have his weight on you and to calm down in his arms.

“How are you? Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, so okay. You?”

“I think my heart gave up. I nutted so hard.”

“God you”, you laugh loudly, “ever since you have orange hair, you’re a menace.”

“Mhm yeah probably”, he teases and gives your cheek a kiss for good measures before he has to sit up and slip out so the condom wouldn’t fall into you. He rolls it off his cock and ties a knot, then wraps it up in a fresh napkin. He hands you your panties.

You sit up and put them on while he stuffs his cock back into his pants.

“I can’t believe we just did that. Do you think someone saw us?”

“Probably not. The day is really quiet.”

“Let’s hope so. Oh my god ___, I can’t believe we did that. Are we insane?” he says, suddenly shrinking shyly as he draws closer with a giggle. He even hides his face behind his hands, laughing with his shoulders.

“Actually, you’re right. What were we thinking?” you agree, suddenly having to giggle shyly as well.

“This is what happens when we drink wine. We have stupid ideas like that.”

You agree in snickers, falling around his neck in a tight hug. He hugs you back instantly, giggling into your neck.

“I love being with you, Yoongi baby.”

“I love being with you, ___ baby.”

Title from James Joint by Rihanna

Summary: Weed always makes you a bit looselipped, especially around your two best friends, Wonwoo and Seungcheol.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~4.1k

Warnings: weed smoking, shotgunning, swearing, sex while high, best friend threesome, wonwoo’s cold hands, dom cheol, switch wonwoo, fingering, oral f. rec., restraining (they hold reader down), size kink, they both have big dicks (i yam who i yam), finger sucking, cum eating, crying, voyeurism, male masturbation, squirting, lots of fluid talk, unexpected feelings (as in i didnt expect them) 

Reader Notes: she/her pronouns used, breasts, vagina, sub, wap

“You know what I miss?” You ask rhetorically from your place on the floor, taking a drag and preparing to give them your answer whether they want it or not. “Cumming.”

Their eyes grow wide, Wonwoo shifting in his seat and Seungcheol giving you an appraising look. 

“Do you not do it by yourself?” Seungcheol asks quietly. 

“No I do, all the time, but it’s just not the same,” you sigh as you lean back against the couch, passing the blunt to Wonwoo and missing the trembling of his hands. 

“You miss cumming with someone else?” Wonwoo asks, exhaling the smoke-wrapped question. 

“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, watching as Wonwoo hands the blunt to Seungcheol, who wraps his plump lips around the tip and takes a deep pull. 

They stare at you, not that you notice, too caught up in precious memories of a time when you weren’t the one taking care of yourself. 

You do catch them sharing a look, communicating silently and coming to some sort of decision just as Seungcheol passes you the blunt. 

“We can do it, if you want,” Wonwoo offers. 

“You can do what?” you ask absentmindedly, blowing out smoke and picking at a loose thread on your pajama pants. 

“We can make you cum,” Seungcheol clarifies, his face straight and serious but his eyes fiery. 

You only need a few seconds to consider. 

“Okay. How do you wanna do this?” 

“Why don’t you let us worry about that, hm?” Wonwoo asks gently.

You nod, tongue tied and a bit lightheaded already, watching as Wonwoo drags the coffee table out of the way and Seungcheol starts rolling up his sleeves. 

You wonder if you should warn them how wet you get when you’re high, but decide to let them find out for themselves, like a little surprise. 

You’re already wet, you can tell, feeling the slickness dampening your panties. Who could blame you though, when Wonwoo’s crouching in front of you, his eyes hazy behind his glasses and his big hands slowly moving toward the hem of your shirt. 

Seungcheol is watching from the side, having moved from his chair to sit on the floor a few feet from you, and you hold his gaze as Wonwoo drags your shirt up. 

You can see his pupils dilate, and you remember you took your bra off before they arrived. 

“Can you guys take your shirts off too?” You ask, lifting your hips so Wonwoo can pull your pajama pants off. “I’m not self conscious, you’re just hot.”

Seungcheol smirks and reaches a hand behind his head, whipping his top off and tossing it to the couch. It lands behind you, and damn, he smells so good, and then Wonwoo takes his shirt off too, and shit, his abs are right there. 

Right there, and already under your hand, and you’re not sure when that happened, but fuck are you glad it did.  

“That’s nice,” you whisper, petting Wonwoo’s stomach and feeling more wetness seep into the seat of your panties. 

You honestly forgot they took off your pants until you hear Cheol groan, and look over to find him staring between your legs with his lip bitten between his teeth. 

His plump, red bottom lip that you’ve always wanted to taste, always wanted to sink your teeth into, and it occurs to you that you can. 

Now, if you want. 

So you reach one hand out, the other still on Wonwoo’s abs, and wait for Seungcheol to shuffle over. 

Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats, tugging him closer until you can lean up and capture that plush lip between yours. He groans into your mouth as you dig your teeth into his soft flesh, and you moan when he slides his tongue into your mouth. 

Or maybe you moaned because of the cold fingers on your nipple, tweaking and rolling and pinching. 

You’re really not sure. 

Your mind is foggy with the smoke still floating around the room, and you pull away from Seungcheol to grab the blunt on the side table. 

Taking a drag, you watch as Wonwoo kicks his sweats off, his hard dick pushing against his boxer briefs and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, thank goodness. 

You lean in, holding your breath, and press your lips to his, exhaling the smoke into his mouth with a sigh. 

You don’t want to forget about Seungcheol, so you break the kiss and take another hit, sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling him close to give him the same treatment. 

His groan rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against the hand you place on it, his skin warm and toned under your palm, and you bite his lip again before breaking away to take one final drag. 

The blunt’s almost done, so you pass it to Wonwoo, who takes a hit and closes his eyes before handing it to Seungcheol, who breathes the smoke in deep and leans in to blow it into your mouth. 

You feel like you’re swimming, high from the weed and from their hands on you, and you let out a contented sigh as Wonwoo starts tugging your underwear down. 

His eyes track the fabric as it slides over your skin, and you suspect he may not be ready to look at you bare yet. You pull him into a kiss so he doesn’t have to, one of your hands on his chest and the other playing with the waistband of Seungcheol’s sweats, and you feel more than hear Wonwoo ask, “Can I?” as his hand trails up your leg. 

You breathe out a yes against his lips, tilting your hips into his touch when his fingers tentatively slide along your slit. 

Wonwoo works you open slowly while Seungcheol kisses your neck, drifting lower and lower, pushing Wonwoo’s head down when he gets in the way. Wonwoo takes the hint and slides down to lay on his stomach, pushing your thighs apart so he can fit in between, and you gently pull his glasses off and set them on the couch so they don’t get wet. He thanks you with a kiss to your inner thigh and leans in until you can feel his breath on your pussy, before looking up at you. 

The look on his face, open and wanting and reverent, steals your breath. You’re starting to wonder if maybe there’s something he’s not telling you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he finally licks into you. 

Fuck, his tongue is perfect, so good so so so-

You can feel Wonwoo and Seungcheol laugh, and realize you’d said that out loud, but now that you’ve started, you just can’t stop.  

“Wonwoo, yes, fuck, please can you-,” you suck in a gasp as two long fingers sink inside you, clenching around them already and bucking your hips into his hand. 

“You really did miss this, huh?” Seungcheol chuckles, wrapping those plump lips around your nipple and sucking until you squirm. His fingers play with the other, tugging harder than Wonwoo did, and you arch your back, pressing into his warm touch. 

You’re close already, opening your mouth to warn them but whimpering instead when Wonwoo curls his fingers inside you and suctions his mouth around your clit. 

Your hips jump when he works in another finger, colder and thicker and longer than yours, and you love it, you love it all. 

“So good, Wonwoo, you’re so good,” you whine, pitch raising when you feel him groan into your pussy. 

The vibrations feel incredible, and you can feel your clit starting to pulse under his tongue, sending your hips into his face again. 

That begins a delicious feedback loop of you grinding against his tongue and him moaning into you, and with a long, hard pinch of Seungcheol’s warm fingers around your nipple, you fall over the edge. 

Fuck, it feels like you cum forever, wave after blissful wave of sensations hitting you, and you know you’re crying, know you’re babbling, know you’re near sobbing their names, but you can’t stop. 

You’ll never be able to stop if Wonwoo keeps his tongue on you and his fingers curled like that, and you sigh gratefully as he helps you ride it out and then slowly pulls away. 

Your face crumples when you see him suck your wetness off his fingers, and scrunches further when Seungcheol replaces him between your legs. 

“Mind if I have a taste too, baby? Think you can cum again?” he asks softly, lips hovering a few inches from your pussy. 

“Can we rearrange a bit first?” you ask, voice a bit raspy from smoking and then moaning so much. 

They nod, waiting for you to tug them into place. 

Your second orgasm always hits harder than your first, and you know you’ll need Wonwoo to ground you when Seungcheol starts, so you sit up and bring Wonwoo behind you, pulling his hand until he settles at your back, his legs stretching out alongside yours and his arms wrapping around you. 

You feel safer like this, pressed up against his chest and cocooned in his arms, able to feel his lungs rise and fall and his heartbeat against yours.  

Keeping one of his hands beneath yours on your sternum, you let the other wander, and it immediately finds your breasts again, testing the softness of them and exploring how the flesh dents under his fingers. 

Seungcheol’s just been watching this all unfold, sitting on his knees and waiting for you to give him the go ahead. His thighs look so thick, his hard dick trying to push through the fleece of his sweatpants, and you almost want to keep him like this just so you can look at him. 

“You’re so pretty, Cheol,” you whisper, tilting your head back onto Wonwoo’s shoulder and squeezing his hand with yours. 

Seungcheol blushes, face remaining stoic but the tips of his ears turning red, and he waves you off as he lays on his stomach between your thighs. He grunts when he realizes the angle isn’t very good with you sitting up, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what he wants to do. 

“Baby, hold your legs up so Wonwoo can cross his,” he waits for you both to move before pulling each of your legs down to hook over Wonwoo’s knees. 

You’re fully spread out like this; you can feel the air on your wet pussy, feel Wonwoo’s hard cock pressing into your back, and you should feel exposed, but you just feel dizzy with need instead. 

Seungcheol tugs you closer to his face, making your thighs strain as they spread wider over Wonwoo’s legs, and you try not to pant as he sucks kisses into your hips. He chuckles when you whine and try to get closer to his face, unable to get far with your legs spread as they are, and finally decides to have mercy, pulling your lips apart with his thumbs and licking a broad stripe up your cunt. 

He swirls his tongue over your clit and you want to buck into him, but you really can’t move, especially as Wonwoo holds you tighter against him, so you talk instead. 

“Cheol, please, can I have your fingers? I feel empty,” you moan, near ready to give up all your dignity and beg. 

He pulls away, and through lust gritted teeth grinds out, “Aw, our baby feels empty? Wonwoo, should we let her have what she wants?“ 

You shiver at the depth and tone of his voice, and it becomes a full body shudder when Wonwoo answers, “Of course we should, she asked so nicely. Said please and everything.” 

His words trail off at the end, whispered into your neck as he lays kisses over your skin, bites his marks into your shoulders. 

Seungcheol hums around your clit, brings a hand up and sinks three thick fingers inside, pushing through your tightness to curl into your g-spot. 

You keen through the stretch, your heart thudding harder against Wonwoo’s hand, and Seungcheol grins into you, watching as your pussy opens up to take his fingers. 

“So fucking good for us, aren’t you?” Seungcheol breathes, licking your wetness off his lips before diving in to paint them with you again. 

“So good, baby, taking it so well,” Wonwoo sighs against your throat, his lips drifting up and down your soft skin. 

“She tastes fucking delicious, doesnt she, Wonwoo?” Seungcheol goads, reminding Wonwoo he’s not the one with his tongue on you, and Wonwoo glares at him, pushes him away from you by the forehead, and slides his fingers onto your clit. 

You jump at the feeling, his calluses dragging on your skin as he rubs circles into you, and Seungcheol just shrugs before sinking down further and shoving his tongue inside you with the next thrust of his fingers. 

Crying out, your hand shoots down to fist in Seungcheol’s hair and pull him closer to you. He follows, spreading his fingers so he can get as much of his tongue in you as possible, groaning when a fresh wave of arousal hits his face. 

You’re close again, so close already, and you don’t think you can speak, can barely even move, enough to tell them before your vision blurs and you cum with a wail. 

Your hips jerk uncontrollably, into their touch and then away, and Wonwoo holds you down through it all. Your body squirms in his arms, but he’s too strong for you to get anywhere, and you have no choice but to take the pleasure they’re giving you. 

You cum for what you fear might be hours, shivering in Wonwoo’s arms and clenching down tight around Seungcheol’s fingers, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face, dripping into your open mouth. Your wail cuts out, taken over by a gasp as Seungcheol curls his fingers into your g-spot again. 

You can tell he wants to go for a third, but as you regain your breath and your capacity for complex thought, you realize you have something else in mind.

“I want you to fuck me,” you plead weakly with a pout. 

“This was supposed to just be about you, baby,” Seungcheol reminds you. 

“Yeah,” you say, confused, “I want you to fuck me, how is that not about me?” 

Wonwoo shifts to sit in front of you, glancing at Seungcheol out of the corner of his eye before his gaze lands on you, “She’s got a point.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve wanted to fu-“ 

Wonwoo clears his throat, glaring sideways before smoothing his hands down your body in contemplation. 

“Me first, then you?” he asks Seungcheol absently, his eyes caught on your curves. 

“Fine, but you can’t cum inside,” Seungcheol stipulates firmly, to which Wonwoo nods in all seriousness. 

“Deal,” they voice in unison with a shake of their hands. 

You stare incredulously, but suppose you shouldn’t be surprised they’re approaching this like a game between friends. 

Because they are friends, best friends, and you’re their best friend too, and this is all just a game, a game that you definitely won’t think about in the shower, or on the way home from work, or when you’re lying in your cold bed alone at night.

Definitely not. 

But maybe every once in a while, as a treat, you think as Wonwoo tugs you down to lay flat on the floor and starts pushing inside of you, his size a shock to your system even though you literally saw his massive dick with your own eyes. 

You stretch around him, cringing slightly at the sting, and he pulls your ass to rest in his lap, fucking into you slowly until he bottoms out. You jump when you feel a hand snake between your legs, not realizing you closed your eyes. 

You open them to find Seungcheol staring at you with his fingers on your clit. He holds your gaze, lip pulled between his teeth again, and circles over your swollen bundle of nerves with warm, sturdy fingers. 

“You good, baby?” Wonwoo asks gently, waiting for your nod to pull his hips back until he can see his cock glistening with you. He slides back in gradually, giving you time to adjust, though you can feel his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and know you must be tight around him. You squeeze down, just for fun, just to hear him moan, and he does, curling over you and dropping his face into your neck. 

The space narrows between you, pressing Seungcheol’s fingers into you harder, and when the new angle forces the head of Wonwoo’s cock into your g-spot, you yelp and writhe beneath him. He soothes you with his hands running up and down your sternum and breathes,”I know, baby, I know,” into your throat before straightening up again, pulling back, and thrusting in a bit harder.

It’s like you can feel Wonwoo’s cock in your throat, he’s so big inside you, but you love it, can’t get enough, buck your hips into his until he’s really fucking you, fucking you like he wants. 

You want it too, you realize, have wanted it for months, years, maybe the whole time you’ve known Wonwoo, and it’s that realization that makes you break, back arching, cunt throbbing around his length and pushing him into his own orgasm. 

He pulls out just in time, his hot cum shooting out onto your pussy and dribbling down to your ass, Cheol’s hand flying back to avoid being covered. 

You jump at the movement, and Seungcheol smirks, “Yeah, baby, I’m still here.”

You bite your lips sheepishly, honestly having forgotten about him, and as Wonwoo pets your hips, you whisper a timid, “Sorry, Cheol.” 

Seungcheol just shakes his head in bemusement and tugs off his pants, waiting for Wonwoo to get out of the way before claiming his place between your legs. He gathers up the cum on your pussy, showing Wonwoo his fingers, and slides them inside of you, smirk growing when he catches Wonwoo’s harsh glare. 

“You wanted to go first,” Cheol teases Wonwoo with a tilt of his head, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to your mouth, waiting for you to close your lips around them and suck before sinking his dick inside you. 

Wonwoo’s cum is still warm, tinged with your wetness and a bit salty on your tongue, but you can’t say you hate it, can’t say you wouldn’t mind another taste, maybe from the source-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Seungcheol whispers, leaning down close to you to hide the movement of his lips. 

You cringe, nodding apologetically and gasping when his hips meet your ass, his cock huge and hard inside you. 

“Why don’t you look at him then, baby? Look at Wonwoo while I fuck you,” Seungcheol commands, gently taking your face in his hand and turning your head until you catch sight of Wonwoo. 

He’s flushed, panting, glasses back on and near fogging up with how hot his face must be. He holds your gaze as Seungcheol pumps into you, his hand wandering down to his half-hard cock, his mouth opening on a moan when he sees the way your breasts bounce as Seungcheol rocks into you. 

It’s hot, so fucking hot, having Wonwoo watch you like this, seeing the look on his face as your shared best friend fucks you into the carpet, and it only gets hotter when his hand wraps around his dick, squeezing at the head, moaning when precum dribbles out. 

Seungcheol roots his cock deep inside and you moan too, trying to turn your head to look at him, but he holds you in place, makes you watch Wonwoo jerk himself off, makes you watch him watching you, and you can feel the knot tying up in your stomach again. 

With every thrust of Seungcheol’s hips into yours, every groan he lets out, every clench of his fingers on your hip, the knot gets tighter, and you can feel your cunt getting tighter too, your walls hugging his dick, swallowing it deeper every time he tries to leave. 

Eventually, he stops trying, just fucks himself deep inside you and stays there, glancing over at Wonwoo and smirking before beckoning him over. 

Wonwoo shuffles to you on unsteady feet, hand leaving his cock as he walks, and you’re nearly entranced by the way it bobs heavily between his legs. You’re still stuck on how big he is, so much bigger than you thought he’d be, and it’s not like you thought he’d be small. You just didn’t expect… this. Him. And his massive fucking cock. 

You want it in your mouth, you think, but Seungcheol has something else in mind, stilling his fingers on your clit and waiting for Wonwoo to kneel next to you before telling him, “Make her cum.”

You and Wonwoo both look at Seungcheol, confused, until he shifts the hand between you to your hip, freeing up space for Wonwoo to fill. Wonwoo sucks in a broken gasp, slides his hand between your legs, and rubs his rough fingers over your clit insistently.

He curves his palm around your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and exhaling a sigh into your mouth, and you return it on a moan, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer to you. You arch into his touch and try to grind against him, making Wonwoo groan raggedly and press harder on your clit, swirling precise circles, over and over and over until you shatter with a cry. 

You can feel yourself gushing around Seungcheol’s cock, feel it seeping out of your entrance and coating Wonwoo’s fingers, making them glide on you as you clench. Seungcheol’s head is thrown back, his eyes scrunched closed, his plump lips stuck open as he starts to cum inside you. 

His cock jumps as it spits hot cum into you, making you whine in Wonwoo’s mouth when you feel it flood your insides, and he pants as his fingers speed up on your clit, sending you spiraling into another orgasm. This one hits different, your vision whiting out and a buzz filling your head, and you squirm in their hold as wetness splashes out of you, soaking Seungcheol’s stomach and Wonwoo’s hand. 

You can’t stop clenching and you can just barely hear Seungcheol whining in overstimulation over the roaring in your ears. You feel something warm on your stomach, break away from Wonwoo to blearily look down, and find his cock resting on your abdomen in a pool of white. 

You’re a bit confused, because Wonwoo’s got one hand between your legs and one cupping your face, so how did he just cum? 

You look up at him again and, through blurry eyes, see his cheeks redden, his hand leaving your face to push his glasses up and cover his mouth.  

You’re still staring at him, dumbfounded, as Seungcheol starts pulling out, and even soft, his cock drags against your walls. Your hips jerk with residual waves of your orgasm, stoked by the friction of his cock leaving you, and you can’t hold in the whine or the wriggle when his fingers find your pussy and push his cum back inside. 

You try to catch your breath, and Wonwoo’s eyes, but he’s avoiding your gaze. 

You’re not really sure why, but you decide to let him take his time, smiling sleepily at Seungcheol while he tugs his sweats up and scurries off to grab you a damp washcloth. 

Wonwoo looks like he wants to die, crouching on the floor next to you with his hands hovering above your stomach, as if he wants to scoop the cum off of you but wouldn’t know what to do with it. You can tell he wants to say something, but he seems frozen in place, tongue tied. 

It’s hard, realizing you didn’t really think this through. You didn’t have any worries about your friendship with Seungcheol, that’s always been solid as a rock, even through you accidentally sending him your nudes and you walking in on him with your roommate. 

Wonwoo, though, Wonwoo’s always been different. 

You wouldn’t say your friendship is precarious, but it’s… delicate. Special. Something you’ve nurtured and grown over time, and now you sit here, his cum drying on your stomach and his eyes avoiding yours, and you wonder if you’ve just undone it all. 

Seuntcheol comes back before you can spiral too much, swiping at the puddle with a washcloth then helping you stand and hobble to the bathroom, shower already running and your skincare set out. You can hear towels tumbling in the dryer, and over the water, you think you just might hear Seungcheol say, “If you wait any longer, you’ll ruin everything.” 

You just close your eyes and sink into the steam, letting this be a problem for future you. 

AN: thank you to the anon who brought this to me and the other anon (same maybe?) who reminded me of it!! and also thank you to @sluttywonwoo for reading this over for me 🫶

Part Two

Find my masterlist here

Taglist: @lenireads @confusedbansheee @junhui-recs @burningupp-replies @heeseung-lover686 @favehoshiposts @gyvswhore @jaysawake @1004luvangel @bangchanbabygirlx @baldi-2 @monamonay @dontyouthinkiknowhoiam @just-here-to-read-01 @gaebestie @noryyyyyyyyy @heavenly-mobo @smalliechelle @shuabby1994 @snowgirlfallen @noraehey @swinterr @fr0g-filez @taybabylovesyou @i4kt @dejavernon @onewoowonderboy @awkwardnesshabitat @kpoppingmypussy @coupsgyus @jinsonaz @enhacolor @highkey-fangirling @jaycheoluwu @tinkerbell460 @jihoonliker @aurumness @maybeifyoutrieddd @chwecardcaptor @luvdokja @cokeforcals @call-me-nev @hwhjsthetic @wonwussy @ctzenjohnnyreads

heads up: plus size gn!reader who is also insecure! ... and also the dreaded dressing room.

vernon doesn't know how to talk to you. which... he thinks might make him a bad boyfriend sometimes. or, well, to be exact: he worries he's going to mess up when you need him the most. he knows how he should be talking to you. the two of you have discussed that in the past. but this oddly still feels new to him despite the fact it's almost been a year with you, and now he's overthinking a little too much as he sits outside the changing room in this store. he knows that this can be hard for you sometimes. and yet...

and yet he doesn't know how to tell you he thinks you're perfect no matter what you look like. as you are now, and however you'll look in the future, he loves you for you. he thinks there's sonnets in his head and in his heart, but the words get jumbled up before he can think to spin them aloud for you. so when you somberly return to him without anything, he thinks he should be saying something. anything. instead you barely look at him and go to leave the store, heading back into the mall with vernon a few steps behind as he tries to call out to you.

but when he finally catches up to pull you aside, he sees that you're fighting back tears. ah. one of those trips, then. he gets it: you've told him about this before, after all, and he knows how shit fashion sizes can be. so he just guides you somewhere quieter, and he lets you sulk as you need to, and he holds your hand.

"hey." his voice is soft, thumb tracing over your knuckles. you look up from the floor to finally meet his eyes, and he hopes his smile is enough to reassure you, even a little. "i think you're really cool."

and it's silly. but that's the way he first confessed his feelings for you: a flustered "i think you're really cool" followed by him finally asking if you wanted to go out sometime, but not as friends. you'd jokingly asked if this was his way of asking to be enemies (a defense mechanism, apparently: vernon's learned about that, too) before he said it outright that he really likes you. you smile back at him now, squeezing his hand tight.

"i think," you pause to sniffle, wiping away tears from the corners of your eyes. "i think you're really cool, too."

and it's not that three word phrase he feels in every beat of his heart when he looks at you, when he hears you laugh, when you smile at him... but it's pretty damn close right now. so he says it in a kiss to your temple instead, and hopes that you understand.

(the quiet thank you and kiss to his jaw says that you do.)