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taehyun as the nerd in your psychology class who gets hard watching you put on your lip gloss- 😳
AJKAKDKSKFJJWJFHS ADA. ADAAAAA. ok i am so sane i am so normal i am so sane and normal and AHHHH-
(MDNI!!!!)
taehyun sits across from you in lecture, glasses perched on high on his nose and always clothed in comfortable hoodies and jeans. his seat gives him a perfect view of you, the person who he's had a perverted little crush on since the very beginning of the semester. you're pretty, okay? smart too, always answering the professor's questions when you can and diligently taking notes every class without fail, the end of your pen placed primly between your parted lips.
those lips are fucking sinful, he thinks. they're plump and just oh so kissable, lip gloss never not applied — lip gloss that he's weirdly obsessed with. he likes watching it glint under the lights of the lecture hall whenever you speak, your voice a siren song in his ears as his cock twitches below the table he sits at. he wants to see that lip gloss smeared across your face while you're under him writhing with unadulterated pleasure. he wants to feel it the sticky liquid against his own lips, his neck, everywhere. what do you taste like? he bets you taste sweet, maybe like bubblegum or cotton candy or something fruity, if the pink color gracing your lips is anything to go by.
you're just about done answering the professor's question (something about freud, he isn't really paying attention at the moment) when your hand brandishes his favorite thing in the world: a tube full of that pink sticky stuff that he adores. with one last smile, your fingers untwist the tube and apply some more gloss to your lips, and taehyun's cock fully hardens below the table, a very obvious tent in his pants. fuck. right now, really?
yet he still can't bring himself to wrench his wanting gaze from your lips, taking in how they smack together a couple times and quirk into a small smile as you look at him — wait, you're looking at him. and down to his lap, and back up to his face.
oh. oh, no.
you're openly ogling his boner with a surprised, almost humored smile, eyes not leaving him as he shrinks into himself a little, his panicky hands shoving his hoodie over his lap. he's been caught, there's no way you don't think he's weird now. shit. squriming in his seat, he shoves his hood over his head, hunches over the table, and starts taking rapid notes, not looking back at you for the rest of the class.
although he tries his best to avoid you after class, you manage to catch him before he can leave his seat. with an air of confidence, you introduce yourself, your stray gaze passing over his lap. he gulps, offering his name, which causes you to smile. there goes that lip gloss again, shining, taunting him. he wants to cum on them, mix his white cum into that sheer pink — shit, stop thinking about that. think about freud. yeah, frued and his vomit-inducing contributions to psychology. yeah, perfect.
"hello?" you call, waving a hand in front of face. his eyes blink back into focus, finding yours again. "i asked if you wanna study together sometime?" you're biting your lip, looking hopeful. playful now, almost.
"yeah, that sounds great," he replies just as confidently, though every single drop is fake. inside, he's shaking like a leaf at the thought of the two of you alone together, how close you would be. so when you smile and give him your number, hitting him with a giddy, "bye, taehyun! see you thursday!" as you scurry off, he's left sitting there almost dumbfounded. his cock is still hard beneath his hoodie, but it seems as if everyone has vacated the lecture hall now, no sign of life anywhere. maybe, maybe...
he nearly moans aloud at the feeling of relief, his jeans quickly unzipped so he can grope himself harder. his eyes remain on the door as he continues. shit, he shouldn't be doing this. what if he gets caught? but it feels so fucking good, thinking about you and your pretty fucking lip gloss, imagining those lips around him as he fucks your throat. groaning, he whispers a curse out into the quiet air, a purr of your name. fuck, baby, feels so good.
too good. he really can't stop now, hand pumping his cock so fast that he fears his arm may cramp, messy precum everywhere — but he can risk being a bad student for once in his life, he thinks.
I want so bad to wake up next to him
I want him to wake up sleepy eyed and tell me a joke that makes me laugh before I'm even fully awake
I would give it all for him...
And he doesn't even know
He did a fantasy photoshoot
(With some fake elf ears)
hi! could i request wonwoo x reader where she asks him to show her how he masterbates because she's never given a hj before and it escalates from there
asking wonwoo to watch him masturbate because you never have given a handjob
WARNINGS: smut, handjob, voyeur?, mentions of blowjob.
you sit cross-legged on the bed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your oversized sweater. the room is illuminated by the tv in the background and a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamp. wonwoo is sitting across from you, leaning against the headboard, looking at you.his glasses are slightly askew, and there's a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
“so, um, i was thinking about something,” you start. you glance at him, then quickly look away, feeling the heat rise to your face. “i’ve never given a handjob before, and i... well, i want to know what it’s like. i want to know how to do it properly.”
wonwoo's eyes widen slightly, his eyebrows arching. “you want me to... show you?” there's no judgment in his tone, just genuine curiosity. he adjusts his glasses, a nervous habit you’ve noticed over the years.
you nod, biting your lip. “yeah, i mean, if you’re okay with it. i just thought it might be helpful, you know? to see how you... touch yourself.” the words feel awkward as they leave your mouth, but you push through the embarrassment, determined to communicate clearly.
wonwoo chuckles. “okay, if you really want to. i mean, i don’t mind.” he says, a small smile playing on his lips. he shifts slightly, making himself more comfortable.
you watch as he hesitates for a moment, then reaches down to pull his sweatpants lower, revealing himself to you. your breath hitches slightly, but you force yourself to stay calm, to focus on him.
“so, um, i usually start slow,” he says, his voice a bit strained as he wraps his hand around his length. his movements are gentle, almost hesitant, as if he's trying to gauge your reaction. you watch, fascinated, as he begins to stroke himself, his hand moving in a steady pace.
you notice the way his breathing changes, becoming slightly heavier. you lean in closer, your eyes fixed on his hand, on the way his fingers glide over his slit.
“does it feel good like this?” you ask. you're genuinely curious, wanting to understand what he likes, what makes him feel good.
wonwoo nods, a soft moan escaping his lips. “yeah, it does,” he admits, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “it’s different for everyone, though. you just have to... try, see what feels good.”
you sit there in silence for a while, watching him, your mind racing with thoughts, pussy sopping your panties. your horny face didn't go unnoticed by him, the way you bite your lips, the way you furrow your eyebrows, he imagines how nasty your mind is racing right npw.
and the thought alone makes his cock throb you glance at the transparent precum, that makes his cockhead glossy, turn white. his breath trembling, as he bite his bottom lip to bite back his moans.
you're fascinated by how blissed out he looked, and how wet he sounds after he cums. the curve of his hand accumulating cum as he raise his hand from the base to the tip.
finally, wonwoo slows his movements, his hand coming to a stop. he looks at you, a shy smile on his face. “so, does that help?”
you smile back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “yeah, it does.”
“good. now suck it clean.”
prettiest boy
I still dream about this💎
REAL ASF
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