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My pussy purred.

I just want vernon to rail me against the wall of hybe's bathroom because I teased him like a brat all day in the dance practice room.

my vernon infested brain just went insane hearing this you have zero clue anon.

cw: rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap dat willy!!), degradation, name calling (slut, whore, etc), slight exhibitionism, rough oral sex (m receiving), slight breeding kink, afab reader, fem terms for reader

you decided to wear your shortest, tightest workout shorts and one of his hoodies when you made the decision to go pay your boyfriend a visit. a nasty recipe that was sure to rile up your cool on the surface partner.

when you enter the room you’re greeted by dk and hoshi welcoming you in unison. “nonnie, your beloved is here~” they both teased, trotting over to greet you and earning an eye roll from vernon.

you giggle softly at the twos playful manner. “alright alright! hello to you two also.” you respond, waving the two off playfully. you shamelessly tried to swallow your grin as you noticed dk’s eyes beginning to cast down towards your rear. in your peripheral vision. “i hope i’m not bothering you all! just stopping by to bring hansol his water.” you explained, greeting the rest of the members.

“never a bother, y/n. nice to see you.” seungcheol reassured, smiling brightly at you.

“you too, cheol.” you beamed back. your voice a little more singsongy than usual. vernon worked a good deal to swallow his slight tinge of jealousy he felt hearing your response. that was a tone you only saves specifically for him. probably nothing big enough to get worked up over,though….at least he thought so. “hi, hon.” you greeted, setting vernon’s water bottle down next to where he sat and kissing him on the cheek. “how’s your practice so far, baby?” you asked, moving to take a seat next to him.

vernon was quick to loop his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap so you sat against him. “not too bad. few mix ups but it’s coming along slowly.” he responded, humming softly as he indulged himself in the sweet scent of your hair. you could hear how tired he was in his low tone, smiling softly as you felt him melt into you as he took a moment to rest. you forced your stomach to suppress the butterflies that swarmed it when you felt his hands travel up the sides of your thighs to rest on your waist under his hoodie. “whatcha been up to?” he asked.

“nothing much, just cleaning around the house and catching up on some of my shows. missing you mostly, though.” you responded, leaning your head back to rest against your boyfriends shoulder as you watched the chaos that was seventeen unfold across the practice room. loud conversations and even louder laughs filled the four walls, causing a small endearing smile to spread across your lips. you loved visiting vernon and his team like this, watching their simple domestic day to day tasks.

before you could continue your conversation with vernon, you noticed mingyu coming up to you both. “hey, y/n. nice to see you venture down to the practice room after a while.” he greeted, his hands resting on his hips.

“yeah! nice to visit.” you responded, your eyes dragging up his toned frame slowly, making sure to admire his exposed biceps. “so, how have you been, gyu?” you asked, tilting your head softly and making sure to bat your eyelashes a little extra. immediately after you notice a small scoff make its way through vernons lips and his fingers grip your waist a little tighter.

“good! i’ve been pretty good. comeback preparation is always a bit stressful but the guys have been doing good with it. i’m excited for this one.” he explained, locking eyes with you as he spoke.

“yeah? i bet. all that time practicing and training has to be hard, no? you’ve been looking a bit extra toned lately.” you commented, making sure to make your voice a tiny bit more sultry to make sure you were properly pissing vernon off. it was a switch only he would’ve been able to register. the one you specifically used on the nights where you persuaded him to lay between your thighs and eat you out for hours on end.

and oh did it work.

“y/n.” he cut off abruptly. “i think i wanna go up to change my shoes since they’ve been bothering me, but i forgot my keys. walk up with me real quick?” he asked in english to be sure mingyu wouldn’t understand. his tone was even and dangerous. he wasn’t asking, he was commanding you.

‘bingo’ you thought to yourself as you felt vernon’s hands guide you out of his lap. “yeah, of course, babe.” you agreed. you made sure to make a small wave to mingyu on your way towards the exit of the room.

“hey! how come he gets to leave with his girlfriend but we can’t when ours come?” hoshi called out as he spotted you two making your way towards the door.

“fuck off, soonyoung.” vernon quipped back quickly, his hand on your hip guiding you out of the door quickly. this earned a large reaction from the group, causing them to tease you two even harder.

“love you too!” hoshi shouted back, proud of the reaction he was able to stir out of your stoic boyfriend.

“vernon, what’s wrong?” you asked, faking your cluelessness. “did i say something? why did you blow up on everyone back there?” you asked, stumbling slightly as he tugged you by your wrist to keep up with his quick steps.

vernon remained silent as he tugged you along before finally stopping at what appeared to be a cleaning supply closet. he opened the door and pushed you in, shoving the door shut behind himself quickly and twisting the lock. “baby what are yo-“ you began to protest before being cut off quickly with a messy, hard kiss. you yelped slightly in surprise before slowly melting into the embrace, letting your boyfriend grip your hips tight enough to bruise as he shoved his tongue into your mouth.

“i’m not as dumb as you think i am, y’know. i notice things. i pay attention.” he said, tone low. “i know when my girlfriend is acting like an attention seeking whore just to get me to fuck her.” he whispered before diving into your neck and kissing your sensitive spots roughly, making sure to mark your soft skin with plenty of bites and marks.

“that’s n-not- ah! that’s..not what i was tryin’ to do!” you pleaded, feeling your boyfriends large hands move down to begin to rub you through your shorts. you quickly cupped your hand over your mouth, trying to contain your moans as vernon kissed down your collarbone towards your chest. he quickly unzipped the hoodie, revealing only your bra that you had worn under. “baby, w-wait!” you begged before he harshly pulled the garment down, exposing your tits.

he quickly took one nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly and marking the soft mound while he fondled the other in your hand. “hm? you wanna say something? want me to stop giving you what you’ve been begging for?” he asked, looking up at you with his bedroom eyes that always made you squirm. you quickly fell quiet, protests ceasing. vernon chuckled at how easy you were, “that’s what i fucking thought.” he responded before continuing to play with your tits. you moaned softly, trying to contain your noises as to not alert anyone nearby. “take that fuckin’ hand off and let me hear you. you wanted to act like a slut, so now i’m gonna treat you like one.” he commanded, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “get on your fucking knees.” vernon directed, leaving absolutely zero room for you to say no.

you quickly obeyed, dropping down to your knees embarrassingly fast, earning a laugh from vernon at how needy you became after a few kisses. “don’t play dumb, either.” he reminded, “whores like you are only ever good for having a cock in them, so do what you were made for, yeah?” he said, causing your thighs to squeeze together slightly at the shock of arousal the words sent through your core. you quickly got to work, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers at the same time to expose his already hard cock. you whined softly as you watched it spring out and stand proudly against his abdomen, angrily red and leaking slightly. you were quick to not waste any time, wrapping one hand around the base before running your tongue along the length, making sure to coat it in your saliva. a curse was heard from above before you felt a hand on the back of your head gripping your hair tightly. “i thought i told you to not act like an idiot. do you need some sense fucked into you too?” vernon questioned before pulling you all the way down on his cock.

you gagged instantly, one of your hands flying up to rest on his thigh and try to get some air to no avail. your boyfriend gripped your hair tightly, thrusting his cock all the way into the back of your throat until your nose nestled against his pubic bone. you looked up through tear filled eyes as they began to fall, silently begging for him to fuck your throat more. “such a pretty little cocksleeve~” he praised before pulling you off to allow you a few gasps of air before he slid back in.

all you could do was sit back and allow your throat to be used like a toy as vernon hardly bucked his hips forwards, fucking your throat like there was no tomorrow. saliva quickly coated your chin as the sounds of vernon’s grunts and his cock sliding into your mouth filled the room. “so fucking good. such a good cockslut for me, lettin’ me fuck that pretty mouth like this.” he grunted, his hands holding your head firmly as he thrusted harder.

you moaned at the harsh words, feeling your pussy twitch and beg to be touched as your brain grew foggy. you gripped vernon’s thigh softly, finally feeling your throat relax as it was harshly fucked. your eyes drifted shut softly before vernon harshly pulled his cock out, letting you finally get fresh air. you gasped as the fresh air filled your lungs, taking gulps of it in as your heart raced. “good slut.” you heard vernon hum from above. “get those shorts off before i tear them off you myself.” he demanded.

you were quick to scramble to your feet, kicking your shoes off and pulling your shorts down to expose your bare, leaking pussy. “no panties? typical.” vernon laughed, “i would say i’m shocked, but i can’t say i really am when all you think about is cock.” he degraded once more.

before you could even respond, you felt calloused fingers press against your clit and begin to rub harshly. “v-vernon..!” you gasped, grabbing his forearm quickly as your hips twitched. your boyfriend laughed at how pathetic you’d become for him, moving his fingers down to enter you harshly as he began to fuck you with them.

“look at how worked up you are for me, baby. lettin’ me play with that wet little pussy~” he whispered in your ear, fingers hammering against your sweet spot inside you. “gonna be a good slut and let me fuck it? hm? gonna let me stir those guts and fuck you dumb?” he spoke harshly as his fingers fell into a rhythm.

you nodded shakily, “y-yes! oh my fucking god yes, p-please, nonnie..” you begged, your eyes rolling back slightly. you heard a small praise before vernon pressed a kiss you your neck and pulled away for a moment to tug his shirt off. he grabbed one of your legs to hoist it up, exposing your dripping pussy further as his other held his cock, lining himself up. he gave no warning before sliding in harshly, knocking all wind out of your lungs for a moment as he filled you to the brim. “f-fuck..!” you cried, head falling back against the shelf behind you as your boyfriend began to fuck you harshly.

“good girl~” vernon praised, his hand gripping your leg tightly as he fucked you at a brutal pace. sounds of slaps and moans filled the small space quickly as he rammed into you, hips rolling relentlessly. you felt his hand grab the back of your neck, forcing you to looking down at where vernon’s cock slid into you, the sight only turning you on more. “there we go, baby. watch that fat cock fuck you nice and hard.” he spat, exaggerating his words with ruthless thrusts.

“c-close! so fucking close baby please..” you choked out, feeling your orgasm begin to build in the pit of your stomach. vernon nodded softly in acknowledgement, moving his hand from your neck down to rub your clit quickly.

“cum for me, baby. cum on that cock like a good slut, cmon..” vernon begged, his piercing eyes looking into yours intensely. you felt your orgasm quickly approaching as the words fogged your brain matched with the intense pleasure of your boyfriends hands on your body. your breaths picked up pace before catching harshly followed by loud moans as you came on vernon’s cock. your hips twitched violently as you felt him fuck you through the peak of your pleasure. “fuck- y/n, baby. so fucking hot-“ he whined before hips hips stuttered to a stop and he spilled inside you.

you felt your pussy clamp around his cock as he emptied himself inside of you, the hot cum only making you go more insane. you both gasped for air as you rode out your highs, letting your bodies slowly come down from the intense pleasure high you two had just received. “i love you so fucking much.” you sighed, speaking between breaths as you looked up at vernon.

“i love you more.” he responded, tone breathy. he pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss, hands softly roaming your body compared to just a few moments ago. he soon pulled out slowly, making sure to handle your sore body carefully before pulling his pants back up. “you’re fucking insane..” he laughed, bending down to pick up your shorts and hand them back to you.

you rolled your eyes at the change in mood, “thanks, idiot.” you responded, taking the garment and moving to pull your bra up before pausing a moment. “vernon! you ripped my fucking bra!!” you whined, looking up at him. “this is my favorite one!” you pouted, only getting sadder when you realized how useless it was at staying up. you heard soft chuckles turn into cute laughs as your boyfriend watched you struggle with the now useless garment. “not funny!! you owe me a new one!” you whined, hitting him in the chest.

“ow! yes okay! okay!” he agreed, moving to shield himself from your attacks all while still laughing at you. “look, i’m sorry!! okay!” he apologized, holding his hands up in surrender. “i’ll buy you all the colors you want, honey. i’m sorry.” he assured, kissing your forehead before reaching down and zipping the hoodie for you. “just go home and clean up. and put your damn shorts on!” he teased. you rolled your eyes, trying your hardest to stay mad which proved to be impossible when vernon kissed you and spoke to you that way.

you dressed yourself, grabbing your shoes and putting yourself back together to look somewhat presentable for your ride back up to your shared apartment. “fine.” was all you said, glaring at vernon, “and i mean it, too! not cool, hansol.” you scolded.

“i know, baby. i know.” he laughed, grabbing your chin softly and tilting it up so he could lock eyes with you before kissing you once more softly. “i love you. even though you’re a pain in my ass.” he sighed. “but don’t even think about pulling some shit like that with gyu ever again.” he warned.

“i love you too. and i don’t know if i can promise that last bit.” you giggled, kissing vernon’s jaw softly before grabbing your things and moving for the door quickly before he could grab you again. “have a good practice and make sure you eat, love you!!” you chirped as you stepped out, pulling the door shut behind you. you smiled softly to yourself as you made your way towards the elevators to take you back to your shared apartment, hoping you didn’t appear too obvious.

“y/n!” you heard from down the hall, causing you you turn quickly and notice it was seungcheol calling you. “where’s vernon? we’re ready to start learning the next few counts and don’t wanna be here all day waiting on him.” he asked.

“oh he’ll catch up! just taking a sec in the bathroom.” you lied, smiling brightly to hopefully avoid and suspicions.

“right, got it.” he nodded, seeming to accept the answer. you took the silence as a window for your escape, turning towards the elevators.

“oh, y/n?” he called out once more, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

“yeah?”

“next time, i recommend you two have your little ‘talk’ somewhere else. lots of thin walls on this floor.” he said before spinning on his heel and making his way back towards the practice room. “see you around!” he waved, leaving you frozen in shock.

My stomach has been twisting and turning while reading this, I did not survive that, god, I want seungcheol so bad.

18+ / mdi

content: fratboy!seungcheol, smut, f reader, public grinding, penentrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys <3), oral (f receiving), etc

wc: 1584

a/n: not proofread </3

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fratboy!seungcheol who tends to not participate much in the parties his frat throws every week under the vice of 'keeping things in order' (whatever that means) and making sure none of his frat members get into trouble. despite no one ever asking him to, he gives himself the responsibility of watching over the parties without ever allowing himself to have any fun, claiming he's not interested in any drinking games nor has anyone ever caught attention anyways.

after multiple fruitless attempts from the boys to introduce him to girls or get him to stop stressing himself out over keeping his frat's reputation intact, cheol seems adamant in being a strict leader and giving himself the burden of keeping things afloat. that is, of course, until someone finally walks through the door and catches him completely off guard, causing him to forget any of his previous self-assigned duties.

he thinks he might've seen you before, but he cant be too sure. these parties tend to blend together for him, having always stuck to watching over his members and never having time to mingle on his own. he didn't care where he'd seen you before, though. he only cared to make sure he'd see you again soon. it had been a while since he'd approached a girl, not knowing very well what to do and just sticking to watching you have fun with your friends while he nursed a drink, back leaning against the wall. until his thoughts of you are rudely interrupted.

'could it be? choi seungcheol has his eyes on somebody?' it was yoon jeonghan, the second in command after seungcheol.

'what are you talking about', he asked, eyes still glued to your dancing figure from afar.

'like her? thats cute. wanna know her name?', now that peeked his interest.

'you're bluffing.'

'promise i'm not. scout's honor', the younger made a cross across his chest as he said this.

'you were never a scout.'

'same difference. wanna know or not?'

cheol hesitated, not wanting his friend's involvement in his first romantic endeavor in a while. he turned back to look at you, your pretty figure molded by your dress and your smile blinding him and made up his mind.

'fine'

y/n. that was your name. pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought. he hadn't ended up talking to you that night, chickening out at the thought of embarrassing himself due to lack of practice. instead he chose an easy and safe alternative; to keep a watch for you whenever his frat threw a party, which to be fair was quite often.

he'd watch you from afar, enjoying the varying dresses you'd wear to his parties, loving the way they stuck to the shape of your body. he didn't do much further than that. he felt like a bit of a creep, just watching you without letting his gaze be known, but the fantasy he was building of you in his head had him grow more and more in need of you every time he saw you. the thrill within him kept building up. he knew that one of these days he'd snap and finally talk to you, maybe even bring you to bed.

in retrospect, seungcheol should've realized that you'd eventually notice the brooding man atop the stairs watching you through the night. but he hadn't thought that far, simply enjoying the pretty sight, finally resting from his duties as leader.

you'd noticed him since day one, having one of your friends point him out while he was distracted speaking to your old lab partner jeonghan, letting you know of the guy whose eyes wouldn't leave your form. you weren't sure at first which of the two she'd been pointing at, but you hoped it was the man you knew as seungcheol, the head of the frat. you found both men very handsome, but something about seungcheol's demeanor immediately called your attention. you were happy to confirm, only a few minutes later, that the man who couldn't keep his eyes off you was the same brooding man you'd hoped. but it didn't stop there. you continued to notice his undivided attention on you every time you stepped into the frat, always making sure to wear something that would give him a reason to keep staring, occasionally throwing him suggestive looks of your own.

eventually you grew tired of this one-sided game of cat and mouse, wanting the real thing and not just the thoughts you had of him as he unknowingly gave you 'fuck me' eyes. it was only a few parties later that you decided to take action, wearing the dress you looked most fuckable in and walking through the fraternity's doors, determined to not come back home the next morning.

you danced for a bit, stopping for a few drinks every once in a while. you also threw him some looks of your own this time, making sure to catch his eyes every once in a while. you made sure to drink enough to be tipsy, but not too much that you wouldn't have full control of you scheme.

scheme was putting it lightly, really, seeing as you didn't really have much of a plan. how were you supposed to get him to fuck you without straight up propositioning yourself to him? no, you wanted to have at least a little bit of class. except things didn't go exactly as you'd planned, not that you were complaining.

he threw you a bit of a curveball, really. you hadn't expected him to approach you first, seemingly finally growing the balls to make direct contact. you'd been dancing, as you had been all night. you'd get the occasional guy or girl who would try and match your energy, dancing up on you. you were buzzed, so you didn't mind, usually just lightheartedly following along. what you hadn't expected was for one of those people to be seungcheol himself. you hadn't realized it was him at first, almost cussing him out when he'd started to get a little too close, usually setting up a clear limit when dancing with strangers, specially at a frat party. before you could say anything, though, he spoke up against your ear.

'been watching you. wanted to get you alone.'

'what took you so long?', you whispered back, pressing your back closer to his front, if it was even possible.

he ground against you, making you gasp at what you felt against your ass. you felt a little flustered, having him shamelessly feel you up as you ground against each other in the middle of the frat's living room, surrounded by drunk people.

'aw, did i keep you waiting?' he coo'd sarcastically, keeping his arms wrapped around you.

damn him.

'yes. and you still are .. don't you have a room here somewhere?', you finally turned around to face him, almost gasping at the proximity. he was even prettier up close; so big and buff.

he looked down at you, eyes alternating between your eyes and lips, 'follow me.'

those were the last coherent words spoken between you, now unable to form any coherent sentence as he, for lack of a better term, fucked you into the mattress.

you'd never done this before; have such animalistic sex without a second thought, but the buildup between you and seungcheol had been long and grueling, having left you wanting him for weeks.

so now you were here, back arched deliciously as his cock hit you repeatedly in THAT spot that made you cry into the sheets beneath you.

's-shit. fuck, baby. so fucking tight. so pretty for me.'

'ch-cheollie, FUCK'

'been wanting you f-for weeks. thought about bruising these pretty hips. had me going fucking crazy wearing those dresses, shit.'

'for y-you! did it for you', you cried out as he sped up, making you drop to your elbows, burying your face against the sheets, 'wanted you to come fuck me ..'

'i know, baby. shit. n im gonna fuck you all night. gonna fuck you to sleep, n then im gonna fuck you again tomorrow. gonna drag you to my room e- fuck. every time i see you at one of these parties.'

he sped up even more, slapping his hips against your ass as you cried out for him.

'need you to be good n cum for me, yeah? gonna fill you up, promise. just need you to coat my cock with your cream, okay pretty?'

his words contrasted his harsh demeanor as he pounded into you mercilessly, only increasing the strength of his thrusts after claiming your orgasm, now desperately chasing after his.

'g-gonna cum, baby. fuck! in-inside? can i, baby? let me fill you up, let m-'

'yes! inside, please!'

he quickly reached his high after that, feeling you tighten up at the mention of cumming inside and filling you up with a groan. you finally let yourself fall on your face against the mattress, exhausted at your previous ministrations with seungcheol.

he didn't bother cleaning you up, simply flipping you around and dragging you to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you before speaking up again, 'we're not done, baby. i said all night, remember?'

those were the last words spoken before he dove in, nose first into your pussy as he sucked and licked like a madman, making you delirious at the pleasure. overstimulated, but loving the feeling, you prepared yourself for a very long night, and possibly morning too.

I'm gonna give him the most leg shaking breath taking eye rolling sloppy head imaginable. ALL FOR THIS MAN'S GREAT EVEN PERFECT TREATMENT 🤧🤧🤧🤧

TOO MUCH

18+ / mdi

summary: after a few weeks of constant overtime work slouching over a desk, you feel as if your back is about to give out on you. fortunately for you, your best friend seungcheol is a professional masseuse! unfortunately for you, you're unsure of how you'll keep your crush on your best friend at bay while on his massage bed, ass up and oiled up.

content: masseuse!seungcheol, friends to lovers, pining (act surprised), touch-starved reader inexperienced reader, very uninformed view of what being a masseuse is like oops, afab reader, smut, fingering, oil is involved, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 7.9k

a/n: as someone who's had horrible back pain ever since i was a child, this is based on mostly real events </3 also not 100% proofread

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Your back was killing you.

It had been weeks since you'd gotten some proper rest, having made the terrible decision to take on some overtime at work, not knowing that your supervisor would get so used to the extra help she would continue to schedule you more hours week after week, thus destroying your back in the process. You knew that you could simply say no, but the extra money was helpful. You had wanted to start saving up a little more so you could finally move out of your shitty neighborhood, so the situation kind of worked out. The money would also go to paying your student loans, meaning you really couldn't miss this chance for an increase in income. It was kind of a win-win situation, except your poor back was the sole loser.

Your job didn't involve too much movement, no. It was mostly office work, which required you to sit on your hunched back for 10 hours per day, only allotting yourself for three quick 15-minute breaks and a 30 lunch break in which you would still be hunched over as you ate. You knew it was a bad habit, but sitting there for so many hours, you'd forget to sit up straight as you looked into the computer screen, and even if you fixed your posture while working, your back was just not built for standing still for such long periods of time. There was really no saving your back from its stiff fate at this point. These work hours also didn't allow you time to even work out or stretch in order to keep your body at least a little active and maybe prevent your pain a tiny bit.

Your best friend Seungcheol constantly scolded you over your bad posture. It wasn't like you actually had bad posture, okay? You weren't constantly hunched over, nor were you carrying all your weight on your shoulders. This was a recent development resulting directly from your increased work hours. But Seungcheol, being a masseuse, always noticed the slightest changes in your physique, claiming he could spot a sore back from a mile away, with yours being a very obvious case. He could notice your head standing a little lower, digging into your shoulders more and more as the days went by. He also took notice of your constant wincing and your futile attempts at rubbing your own shoulders whenever the soreness got too annoying.

He pitied you, really. He hated seeing you in pain. Being your best friend, he felt it as his duty to try and relieve it in any way he could. On top of having most of your free time being taken over by work, he hated to think that you were also in pain during the few hours you spent away from the office. He had communicated all these concerns to you over the past few weeks, trying to convince you to let him give you a massage in order to relieve the pain, but you'd consistently refused. He was unsure as to why, and being denied a proper reason made him want to keep on insisting until you finally allowed him to rid you of your discomfort.

'One massage won't fix my issues', you'd argued over and over again. To which he simply responded by saying he could just give you a standing appointment every week! He was very insistent on helping you, wanting to relieve you of at least some of the pain. But you were even more insistent in denying him. You were too busy to use up the little bit of free time you had going to the spa Seungcheol worked at. You also didn't think a massage would really be the ultimate solution, despite how badly your sore shoulders begged for relief. Yeah, sure, a massage might alleviate the pain for a bit, but it would simply come back after another week at the office. That, and the fact that the spa Seungcheol worked at was only open during your work hours, meaning you'd have to either haul ass over there during your thirty minute lunch, or take time off. Both were huge no's to you. There were just far too many reasons as to why not take him up on his offer, you argued both to him and yourself. But you knew these were simply excuses. Your main reason had been something you'd kept deep within yourself. You were starving for his touch, but scared of how your body would react to it.

You were generally an averagely touchy person with friends and family. Not overly touchy, but arguably an appropriate amount. It had only been a little over a year or so since you'd begun to feel a bit strange at the lack of intimate touch you'd experienced thus far in your life. While all your friends had experimented and had fun during college, you were a little shier and more reserved, rendering you a bit behind the rest of the herd in that area. It wasn't very noticeable to all. It wasn't like your friends were aware about how sexually frustrated you'd grown over the years due to your lack of experience, but you'd still tried to keep it a secret how unaccustomed you were to more intimate forms of physical touch. Even something as innocent as a massage from a friend. You'd be as touchy as any friend would expect, but still felt a slightly strange sensation when it came to any mention of more intimate activities. You'd somehow grown used to a lack of touch, despite being best friends with the touchiest person alive. You usually avoided being too physically affectionate with Seuncheol anyways, having harbored a small crush on him when you'd first met and wanting to avoid any of your emotions getting in the way of a friendship you treasured so much. You'd known that a massage from the man would be a huge nono, all things considered, which was where all your denials stemmed from.

You had been friends with Seungcheol since college. You had both shared a major, meaning that you kept bumping into each other day after day, attending almost all the same classes freshman year. You had taken a quick liking to each other, befriending one another almost immediately. Despite having had a crush on the man at first sight, you were content with the friendship that had blossomed instead. You'd even ended up joining Seungcheol's little friend group, being friends with most of them even to this day. This unexpected closeness during your first year led you to coordinate your schedules the following three years, thus seeing each other literally every day you were on campus. Even now, having recently graduated college, you were still best friends, meeting up constantly. Despite sharing a major, you both had ended up in drastically different places after college. You had gone for the corporate route while Seungcheol suddenly developed a passion for physical therapy, eventually becoming a massage therapist. At the time, however, he worked at a luxury spa downtown, being known as one of their best masseuses and singlehandedly earning the establishment an increase from a four-star rating to five stars just from the quality of his work alone.

You had visited Seungcheol's work before, quickly deciding it just wasn't your vibe. The place was nice and perfectly polished, but upon seeing a few of the masseuses' skills in action, you realized it'd be better for your friendship if you avoided such intimate contact with one another. Yes, you knew massages were not inherently intimate, but being oiled up and felt up by someone who was as close to you as Seungcheol just didn't ring like a good idea to you. It also didn't help that the massive crush you had on the man in college seemed to be resurfacing as of late. You believed to have gotten over it a few months into senior year, but you didn't want to risk reviving it under any circumstances.

However, despite your constant rejections, Seungcheol continued to beg you to let him take care of your problem, and denying him was something that pained both you and your back. So you now found yourself with two issues; back pain, and a very pouty Seungcheol.

'Fuck, my back is killing me', you repeated for the millionth time in the past five hours since you had woken up. You had intended to enjoy your rare day off, even waking up a little earlier than intended so you could make plans with your roommates, but your plans quickly died on you as soon as you woke up, body stiff as a rock and your soreness worse than ever.

'We get it! You're in pain. So go do something about it!' whined your friend Seungkwan in return, not even bothering to look at you from his phone. 'It's bad enough I had to cancel my plans to stay here and take care of you. Just go get oiled up by Cheol and stop making this my problem!'

If there was anything Seungkwan was, it was direct. He was right. Your pain was getting out of hand. And the longer you waited, the worse it would get. Except he didn't know about your calamity to its full extent.

'Listen, I don't even have the money to afford his fancy spa. Have you been there? One day is worth a whole day's pay!'

'Please. It's Seungcheol. He'll get you in for free. Hell, he'll even pay you to go.'

'I don't have time to go!', another excuse. A few more and Seungkwan might even begin to crack the code behind your insistent refusal.

He suddenly straightened up from his laid-back position, staring directly in your direction, 'All the solutions are there. You're the problem. It's like you want to be in pain! I could literally call him up right now and he'd drop work to come help you. Just get the damn massage!'

This is how a lot of your conversations went lately. Well, the very few conversations you could have nowadays due to your heavy workload. You'd occasionally even have to bring work home even after having been there for half the day. Your eight hours of sleep a night were not even pleasurable anymore, as you felt stiff as a rock the moment you attempted to lay down. The only comfortable stance, ironically, was hunched over in front of a computer. It was like you'd frozen into that pose, feeling immeasurable pain any time you attempted to move any other way. You'd tried pilates, stretches, yoga. Nothing worked. Maybe Cheol's massage really was the only solution, but it'd been so long since you began denying him you now felt a little silly going back on your word. That, and your other obvious issues.

'I'll be fine, Kwan! Just leave. You don't have to take care of me, I just need to lay for a bit.'

'You'll lay there all day, I know you. Your life's become a constant state of sleep and work. Maybe you should just quit', he suggested, seemingly moving on from the Cheol topic. Finally.

'Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how much debt I have to pay off? I don't wanna be paying this off for the rest of my life. I'd rather suffer for a few years now and just get it out of the way', you reasoned, although not sounding very reasonable even to yourself. What's the rush?, a voice in the back of your head would sometimes whisper, but you'd just ignore it.

'Fine', he tsk'd. 'Rot in your own misery, I'm going out with Kyeom and Soonie. If I come back and you've morphed into a rock, don't say I didn't warn you', and with that, he announced his departure, going forward with the plans you had made with your friends before your back had gotten in the way.

You knew your friend was kidding, but the unbearable pain would sometimes have you wonder. Should you just go to Cheol? What was the worst that could happen of you just let him touch you? His touch would be purely platonic, you were sure of that. But you feared that it would rekindle your feelings even more, and maybe that your high-strung self would not be able to handle such touch from him without finally snapping.

You were weak. This wasn't much of a secret among your friend group, or anyone really. Which is why you now found yourself walking through the doors of Seungcheol's spa. You had spent about an hour rotting in your own misery, as Seungkwan had put it, before deciding to power through your pain and drive down to where you knew Seungcheol was currently working a shift. You hadn't called him, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. You weren't planning on booking a massage today, no. You couldn't have even if you wanted, knowing that the spa Seungcheol worked at was a bit renown in town and that their bookings went weeks back. You had just wanted to give it another try. Maybe visual learning would convince your stubborn self to accept Cheol's help for once.

You entered the establishment, already knowing exactly where to go to find out about Seungcheol's whereabouts. You walked to the receptionist, opening your mouth to ask for assistance before being rudely interrupted.

'Sorry. We're booked for the day. Our next open bookings begin in December. Try again then', the conversation had ended before it began, causing you to close your mouth right back up.

Once more, you opened your mouth to speak, maybe respond in equally passive aggressive tone as the girl had, but you were rudely interrupted once again, except this time it was by a warmer, more welcoming voice.

'Y/N? What are you doing here?', you could not see him from your angle, needing to turn around to face the source of the sound, but you could instantly hear the smile in his voice, clearly both happy and shocked to find you here of all people.

You turned around, now facing the boy. He was wearing his usual 'uniform', which really just consisted of some tight black slacks and a matching black short-sleeve top tucked into his pants. You'd forgotten how well his uniform fit him. It must've been one of the reasons why his massages were rated so high, you thought.

'Hey, Cheol ..', you smiled awkwardly, having been caught off guard by the man. You'd meant to surprise him, not the other way around.

'I wasn't expecting you. Did you call? Did you make an appointment?!', his eyes widened at the possibility, looking past you and at the receptionist as if to confirm his inquiry.

'No, Cheol. I told you I didn't want a massage. I came to see you, actually', well that was half true. You had wanted to see your friend in his element, maybe even convince yourself of finally taking him up on his offer. You had just wanted to see if you could handle that type of touch from your best friend considering your situation (re: a recovering case of touch starvation with a mixture of 'I might kind of maybe still have a bit of a crush on my bff').

To be completely honest, you were somewhat afraid. You'd hadn't felt any form of intimate touch in a long while or, well, ever. And to have it come from your best friend would only open up a can of worms you had wanted to keep under lock and key ever since meeting the man. Every excuse you'd given thus far to reject him bad been true, but had also been just that; an excuse. You knew that Seungcheol's treatment would help you lessen an issue that had now grown past your own personal ability to manage on your own. Which is why you were now here, willing to give it a try. You had self control, right? What was the worst that could happen if you let your best friend get his hands on you, your bare back as he rubbed it with oil? You'd deal with the logistics later, now you just wanted to see exactly what your friend was offering you.

'Me? What's up?', he had begun to walk you towards his rest area, away from the mean receptionist as he continued conversation with you.

'Well, I, uh, I was thinking about your offer ..'

'Really?! You wanna do it? I can clear up my schedule! Just let me talk to Stacy real quick and-'

'Cheol!', you had to physically hold him back from walking back to the reception to rearrange his day. He seemed way too excited to help you out.

'I haven't decided yet, Cheol. I was just thinking, well, wondering if it'd be okay for me to maybe shadow you for a while or something? Just to see what it'd be like?'

To any outsider you must've sounded like an idiot, somehow worrying over something that was arguably the most relaxing experience a person could possibly have. Ironically. What people didn't understand was the effect Seungcheol could have on a person. Specially a touch-starved, heavily emotionally invested, weak individual such as yourself. Denying your crush on Seungcheol was really the only defense you had left at this point. You could admit to your fears of being touched by Cheol, chalking it up to your lack of experience at being touched in general, but you could not even admit that your crush had maybe, perhaps, possibly, creeped back up a while back. It didn't help that no one you knew was aware of your sensitive state when it came to intimate contact. This was intel you hadn't even let your best friend in on. Maybe if it had been someone else, you would've accepted the massage already. You knew it didn't have to be an intimate interaction, it was just the fact that Cheol would be doing it that made it seem that way to you. But you knew his feelings would be hurt if you denied him and went to someone else. You'd dragged it out for far too long, making such a simple thing way too complicated.

~

Cheol easily agreed to your request, seemingly excited to even have you around his workplace at all. It was cute, really. He let you know that his next booking would start in ten minutes or so, so you waited with him during his break. Despite not receiving a massage for yourself, he provided you with a robe to change into due to the humidity most of their rooms tended to have during a session.

'Are you sure it's okay that I'm here? Won't the client mind?'

'Nah. She's a regular, she tends to forget her own name five minutes in', he winked at you. Well, that was reassuring ..

The massage began soon after. The woman, probably in her early 40's, walked in, gave Seungcheol a friendly greeting and proceeded to lay down, barely even acknowledging your presence in the back of the room. Cheol gave some weak excuse of 'she's in training, just showing her the ropes' to justify your presence, earning an uninterested hum in acknowledgment from the woman before she had begun taking off her robe and gotten on the bed in preparation for her awaited session. She was't fully naked but had very thin underwear on, meaning you could practically see every detail from her back. Her face-down position gave you a perfect angle to her almost-bare ass as Seungcheol prepared the oils he had set on the table beside him. There was also some incense burning in the room, along with some steam to help with ambience.

The massage began very slowly, allowing Seungcheol to deliver very soft touches as he spread the oil around her back. He even went as far as the back of her legs and ass, reaching as far as her feet. The first few minutes simply consisted of him spreading the oil around. You hadn't known Seungcheol gave full body massages til now. Before having started the session, Cheol had told you 'Pay close attention. This is what I'll do to you when you agree.' Had he meant he'd be running his hands up and down your entire body? The thought made you shudder, almost missing the show in front of you.

His next movements were harsher, but in a clearly pleasurable way. He began to knead roughly at the woman's shoulders, making her groan at the pleasurable pain. He did this for a while, clearly having found a point of tension in that area. His thumbs focused on specific areas of tension that you were familiar with; the same areas you'd known your back had knots in. Even just seeing it made the sore parts of your back beg for release of tension. When he moved on, he targeted the upper center of her back, just below where her breasts were located on the opposite side of her body. He rubbed at the sides, sliding his hands up and down the length of her back as he massaged expertly. He continually used the extra strength of his thumbs to pressure and rub at the sore spots. He didn't even have to ask where it hurt, it seemed like he could just detect it on his own. This was clearly exerting the woman, as she moaned and sighed at the feeling of Seungcheol's hands on her. It was clearly exerting Seungcheol too, who was letting out groans from his own efforts.

You imagined yourself in her position, wanting to be the sole receiver of his touches and sounds. You felt ashamed, but the act was making your body heat up. You knew it was purely innocent, and with the purpose of relaxation, but you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to blame the humidity in the room, or maybe the cozy material of your robe, but there was only one culprit; Choi Seungcheol. You had been right to believe that his touch would be your undoing. Simply hearing him was enough to make you lightheaded. You had lost track of where the massage had went, only thinking about the man in the room now. You cursed your vivid imagination for the images it was putting in your head just at the mere sounds coming from your friend.

The massage continued for a while, eventually sending the woman into a deep slumber. Cheol kept re-applying oil to her back throughout the session, even lowering his hands all the way to knead at her ass and the back of her legs during some points. That made you extra lightheaded. Not just at the thought of Seungcheol touching you in the same way, but knowing he'd have the magic touch able to release the tension trapped all over your back. You couldn't blame the woman for the sounds she made or the way she fell asleep due to the pleasure. You could only imagine your own reaction at Seungcheol doing the same to you. Even just seeing the way he rubbed at the skin had your back aching for the same release of pressure from the tightest spots on your back.

You were still slightly affected by the time the woman had woken up and left, leaving you and Cheol alone in the room, promising Seungcheol she'd be back soon as she exited. He approached you with a smile, clearly proud of having shown you his skills in action.

'So, what did you think?'

'I, uh, you're really good, Cheol. I'm surprised.'

'Surprised? I've been telling you I'm the best for months! C'mon, there's no way you don't want a massage after seeing that', he rebutted, smirking with confidence.

You remained silent for a second, pondering as to whether or not you should move forward with this. He was right. He was clearly talented at it, and he really just wanted to help. Your aching back was begging for it, and so were the other aching parts of your body. But you didn't know if you could hold back without embarrassing yourself at your best friend's hands on you in such an intimate way.

Your best friend must've taken notice of your silence, speaking up again, but in a more serious yet sympathetic manner.

'Listen. I know you can be a bit .. shy about these things. If it helps, we can just set up at my apartment? I have a massage bed there too! It would just be the two of us. C'mon, what do you say?', he gave you puppy eyes as he usually did when asking for something.

He was always hard to deny. And in this vulnerable moment, with your back begging for relief and your body aching for his touch, you weren't surprised when you found yourself muttering a 'yes' in affirmation.

A few days passed. You and Cheol ended up having to coordinate your days off. It had actually been almost a full week until you were able to see each other again, which for you meant yet another week of grueling pain you had to put up with. You were really beginning to consider putting an end to the overtime you'd been working. Maybe after the massage you could begin to work less hours in order to lessen the pain. Maybe even take Cheol up on his offer of getting a standing appointment to lessen the pain more and more and prevent it from coming back again. It was something to think about. But now you had better things to worry about. Those things taking form in the man standing on the opposite side of the door in front of you.

You had agreed on today, a Saturday night, in order for you to come to his apartment and receive the dreaded massage. Cheol had worked all day today, which made you feel a bit bad about making him basically step back into his work duties but this time at home. He reassured you it was more than fine, reasoning that you'd worked all week and he had just wanted to work around your busy schedule. You appreciated his efforts to work with you, having always known Cheol to put your comfort before anything else. Which was yet another reason why you felt badly at receiving this favor from him. To anyone else it might've just been a massage, but you knew that to Cheol this was a service he was used to getting paid for, a talent which he put effort into. You felt like both like a leech and like a source of annoyance due to this whole ordeal.

You put all your thoughts aside and knocked on the door, knowing it was now time to forget about all your worries and just let Seungcheol take care of you. He opened the door almost immediately, almost as if he'd been waiting on the other side of it, ear against the door while your internal monologue went off in your head.

'You're here!', he smiled widely at you, ushering you in.

'You invited me, Cheol. I wasn't about to ditch you.'

'But you thought about it, didn't you?', he kinda had you there. You did consider it, but you knew your best friend would've tracked you down sooner or later anyways.

'Listen, I know you're nervous, but there's nothing to be nervous about! I'll take care of you. It won't be awkward, I swear', despite having never told him of your lack of experience with touch, you always assumed he had some idea of it. He didn't know the full story, though. Not about the fact that your issue with the massage was being touched by him; the former source of your desires.

'It's .. it's fine, Cheol. I'm not nervous, I promise. Just don't know what to expect, that's all.'

'I'll guide you through it. I set out the massage table for you in my room. I have the oils ready too. Oh! Did you bring a bikini to change into?'

Right. Last time you spoke he had asked you to bring either a bikini or some comfortable underwear. He's said something about needing your body as nude as possible ('within your comfort zone!', he'd quickly added) in order to give you a full massage. He also said the oils he used had a tendency of staining and leaving their strong fragrance on most fabrics. It was usually spa policy to provide customers with robes and such for their sessions, but being located in his home at the moment, he'd asked you to just bring your bikini directly.

You didn't feel any type of way about this, surprisingly. Having known Seungcheol for years, he'd seen you in a bikini as many times as you'd seen him shirtless and in very tiny swim trunks. The one thing, however, was the thought of him touching your bare skin, but it was too late to back out - not that you wanted to anyways.

'Y-yeah, it's in my bag. Did you wanna start right away or ..?'

'Yeah! Go get ready and I'll start preparing the oils for you. I'll also light some incense for ambience', and with that, he left you alone in the living room so that you could change without interruption. He went into his room to prepare things, closing the door to allow you some privacy.

You had chosen your skimpiest bikini. Not for any inferior motives! But because you knew Cheol needed access to your bare skin as much as possible. Your lower lower back had been killing you lately. Even more so than your shoulders, due to sitting all day every day. So you wanted to give him room to take care of that without any clothing getting in the way. You hastily got changed, deciding that you'd already waited long enough and that it was time to get this over with.

'Are you ready?', you heard Cheol ask from his room a few minutes later.

Ok, it was time. Anyone else would've been ecstatic at the thought of their crush rubbing all over their body, or at the idea of a free full-body massage. But you were too high-strung for your own good, which only increased your anxiety over the whole thing. However, you were now here, almost in the nude, only one door away from the man who would rid you of your pain and replace it with pleasure.

You stepped into the room without verbalizing a response, immediately meeting eyes with an expectant Cheol, who was organizing his oils as he awaited your arrival. He'd outdone himself, really. He had lowered the lighting in the room, lighting a few candles and some incense in order to turn up the spa ambience. The place smelled divine, and even the temperature was perfect. You could already feel yourself getting relaxed.

'Cheol, holy shit. This is too much. You didn't have to go so out of your way. This looks like an actual spa!'

'Only the best for my best friend', he gave his gummy smile in return, eyeing you as he directed you towards the massage table that was standing in the middle of the room. 'You ready?'

'Yeah', you breathed out, accepting his stretched hand as he helped position you on the table.

He laid you face down on the table, but with your head turned to the side, as to not squish your features against the flat surface, 'Try not to think too much, yeah? It'll feel so good, I promise. I'm gonna get rid of all tension in your body,' the way he'd said it sounded promising, almost hinting at something more.

Without much warning, he began to softly run his hands up and down your body, going from your shoulders all the way down to your calves, almost as if sizing you up in order to come up with a game plan for your massage. Even that feather-like touch had you flinching a little. You'd never been caressed like this before.

'Shit, you're very high-strung. Even more than I thought', he chuckled in response to your body's reaction to such light touch.

'Cheol ..', you whined.

'Sorry. I'll start now, okay? You're gonna feel a little warm in a second. I'm gonna oil you up so it's easier for me to massage you, yeah? I picked my favorite scented oils for you.'

You were thankful for the warning, because the warmth you felt immediately after made you swoon internally. You almost moaned out loud at the feeling of his hands lightly rubbing the oil all over your body. You were already affected and he hadn't even begun. It didn't take him long to actually start, however. He began with your neck, almost wrapping his hands all around it, but not closing them in on it. His thumbs were focusing on the lower part of the back of your neck, rubbing at spots you hadn't even realized were that sore.

'You're so tense, Jesus Christ', he was right. You could feel instant relief at his touch, pressing your body further into the soft material of the cushion of the table in pure relaxation.

He rubbed that area for a while, seemingly trying to target the knots located there. He then moved onto your shoulders, beginning to rub a little harder. He began to dig his thumbs into the problem areas, going extra hard at any points of tension. With this extra strength, also came his vocalization of his efforts. His groans of exertion began to fill the room, making you feel even more lightheaded than the massage itself.

'Shit, Baby. You're so fucking tight here.'

The wording itself was killing you, but the way he touched you while doing it made you melt into the table, afraid you'd begin to vocalize your pleasure through the form of moans or whines. So far you'd been able to get away with soft breaths and maybe a gasp or two. But you knew that the moment you let go, you wouldn't be able to control the way your body would react to his touch. You were slightly terrified of what would come the lower he went down your body.

Then he threw you yet another curveball.

He leaned down, halting his movements for a moment, and put his mouth a few inches from your ear, 'I can feel you tensing up. It's okay, I'll take care of you. You can relax for me.'

You saw that as a green light to let go, whining a tiny 'uh huh' in response as he continued his movements.

He went lower and lower, now rubbing your lower back; the area right before the slope of your ass began, but he was quickly approaching it. Every area he had touched so far, he had undone. You felt like your back had been liberated of the huge weight it had been carrying for years. You were whining and moaning at the pleasure he was giving you, and also at the feel of his hands on your body. You felt yourself get wetter by the minute, having started to feel moisture down there from the moment he began massaging you. You were ashamed, but his touch so close to your biggest point of tension was driving you insane. You wanted him to forget about the massage and just flip you over.

'Okay, baby. Now I'm gonna do your ass, okay? Trust me, I know it sounds dumb, but a lot of people carry a lot of tension here'

He was right once again. As he massaged the muscle, you felt tension you didn't even know you had finally unwind. He repositioned you a bit, asking you to lift one of your legs to the side and let it hang a bit off of the side of the table. This angle lifted up your ass a bit, and disconnected your crotch from the table. You were slightly embarrassed, knowing that if he looked through a certain angle he'd be able to see you glisten with desire for him, but you chose to ignore it and hope for the best. Cheol was already helping you so much.

He continued for a few moments, occasionally going down and rubbing lightly at the back of your thighs and calves before coming back up to your lower back and butt. But he suddenly stopped at some point. You could've sworn you heard an intake of breath.

'Hey .. I'm gonna try a special technique. Is that okay?'

You were almost completely gone in pleasure by then, eyes becoming heavier by the minute. You didn't even have to think before saying yes.

You felt him lean his body more over the table, and also a bit over the lower half of your body. He was still just massaging your lower back with one hand, while making you bend your leg a little higher than before. You weren't sure what he meant by special technique, but you were down for anything had in mind. Except you hadn't expected what he would do next.

Having bent your leg forward, he had given himself the perfect angle of your pussy from behind, deciding to let his hand slip between your legs and run his fingers lightly over your folds. You gasped at this, repositioning yourself a bit to give him even more access. He took this as a welcoming sign, starting to run his hands up and down your pussy, stopping once in a while to rub at your swollen clit.

'Baby .. You're so tense here .. Let me help you? Yeah?' He said this as he continued to increase the intensity of his movements, rubbing more and more at your clit.

'Y-yes. Fuck. Please, Cheol ..', you whined, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted to you.

You yelped at his next movements. He had shoved his fingers inside with no warning, leaning down to kiss softly at your ass while he fingered you. The speed of his fingers wasn't too fast, but it was deep and calculated, dragging across all the places you needed him most. He was right, you did feel tense there, but his movements were relaxing you like nothing else could.

'Is it working, baby? Am I making you feel good?'

You'd buried your face into one of your arms, but still managed to squeak out a 'yes!' in affirmation.

'Just 'yes', baby? We can do better than that, don't you think? I think I have something to rid you of all your tension ..', you could hear the smirk in his voice as he said this, feeling him finally remove the tiny piece of fabric between your legs.

He positioned his body a little further over the lower half of the table, lowering his face to the space between your cheeks in order to get his tongue on your pussy. He began to lick and suck softly, keeping a pace similar to that of his fingers just a few seconds ago. The pleasure was blinding you, causing you to lightly grind against his face, wanting as much pleasure as you could milk out of him. He seemed to like this, as he lifted his hands and placed them on your hips, guiding your grinding against him and taking on an even better angle.

All that could be heard were the moist sounds of his tongue on your heat and your cries of pleasure. The massage had been fully forgotten. All you could think about was your best friend's tongue and the way his groans against your pussy were making you lose your mind. It seemed like this was bringing him as much satisfaction as it did you.

'Ch-Cheollie! Right there! Fuck!', he'd begun to suckle at your clit, wanting you to finally reach your high and bring you as much pleasure as imaginable.

'Cum all ove' my face baby! wann' taste that pretty pussy', his words were muffled. He seemed physically incapable of separating himself from you.

You came almost immediately, loving the vibrations of his groans against you. You fell completely limp, being rendered a shell of yourself. The whole thing had felt like an out of body experience. From the massage to the life-changing orgasm. You were convinced there was no greater pleasure than what you'd felt in the past half hour. But Seungcheol seemed to disagree, instantly pulling you towards him and sitting you on the table, your body now facing his.

He had untied your bikini top earlier into the massage, which you hadn't minded since you were facing down and away from his view anyways, but now you were grateful he had. He was making direct eye contact with your tits, almost as if pondering as to what to do with them. He seemed to reach a decision, however, and attacked them with his lips with intense fervor, licking and biting at your swollen buds. He had you moaning out in pleasure again. It was as if he'd studied your body without you knowing, being an expert in all your weak spots.

He made out with your tits for a while, making your eyes roll back at the feeling of his tongue against your sensitive nipples. When he pulled away, he instantly began undressing himself at record speed. He had just been wearing shorts and a loose top, which made the process pretty quick. Immediately after getting himself nude, he positioned you so that you could wrap your legs around his waist from your position sitting on the table. He dragged you as close to him as possible by your legs, pressing your chests together.

He looked down at you while running his hands up and down your back, which was still slightly sticky with oil. He seemed to be in a trance, just looking at you with an endeared expression in his eyes, 'You're so beautiful. Your body's so ... fuck. Can't believe you've been in pain for so long, baby. When I could've been taking care of you all this time', he had began to kiss along your neck and clavicles as he said this.

'Cheollie ..', you breathed out, tilting your neck to the side to allow him extra space to kiss.

'Can I take care of you, baby? Let me get rid of all your tension?', he'd started grinding his bare hips against yours, having pushed open your legs in order to allow himself to drag his dick against your cunt.

Even just the weight of his cock against you had you whining, burying your face in his neck, not knowing how to react at the stimulation. You'd already felt the most pleasure when Cheol buried his tongue in your cunt, or so you'd thought. But that did not hold a candle to the feeling of his fat head as it nudged against your folds. You began to whine and writhe against him, hands digging into his arms as he ground against you. Until he nudged your head away from his neck, wanting to face you. He halted his movements altogether and looked into your eyes for a few moments, a small smile gracing his lips. His eyes began to lower, now staring directly at your lips. Your eyes mirrored his. It was a tender moment in the midst of what had just now been a mess of grinding bodies and oil. When he finally kissed you was when you truly felt relief. No massage could have compared to the bliss you felt with your best friend's lips against your own. The softness of the kiss didn't last much, however, as the movements of his hips picked back up and the kiss began to become more moist by the second.

Cheol took advantage of your soft gasps at the feeling of his cock against your cunt to slip his tongue in your mouth, expertly massaging yours with his. This went on for a bit, allowing for Cheol to stimulate you with some kissing and dry humping, further preparing you to take him free of pain. He was a little larger in size than average, and with the very limited experience he had asserted you to have, he wanted to prevent you from feeling any pain. He had wanted tonight to be nothing but pleasure for you, knowing how badly you've been needing some relaxation, and maybe with the slight ulterior motive of finally getting with his pretty bestie.

He unglued himself from your lips, chuckling at the way you whined as your lips followed his, 'Baby, I'm gonna fuck you now, yeah? Wanna see you fully relaxed. That okay?'

'Mhm. Yes, Cheollie. Do anything you want. Trust you', you mumbled in response, head filled with air as you barely caught your breath from the overload of pleasure you'd felt tonight.

With that, he began to enter you, bulbous head showing a bit of a fight in entering your tight walls. You both let out a moan of relief when he finally bottomed out, almost as if you'd both been craving this for a while. He fucked you with a passion only someone who wanted you the way you wanted him would. You'd thought you'd reached the utmost pleasure when Cheol had you cumming against his tongue, but nothing could ever compare to being full of him as he praised you through every thrust, calling you every possible adjective to describe your beauty.

'B-baby! So fucking good. So pretty for me .. Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna fuck you to sleep. All mine now', he began canting in and out of you with even more intensity now, making sure to hit that spot with every thrust.

'Cheollie!'

'I know, baby. Gonna cum for me? Gonna let me fill that pussy up, aren't you, pretty?'

It didn't take long for you to cum, already feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions at every type of pleasure Seungcheol had delivered to you tonight. He followed soon after you, yelling out your name at the tightening of your walls around him. He breathed heavily as he leaned against you for a minute or two, only then moving away from you in order to get a towel and begin to clean you up.

'Sorry .. was that too much?', he smiled sheepishly as you seemed to wince when he attempted to clean you up between your thighs.

'No! It was perfect, just ... not really used to it, that's all.'

'Okay, baby. If you say so. Now let me take you to bed!', with no warning, he picked you up and brought you over to his bed, completely ignoring the mess he'd caused on his massage table after having fucked you on it. He laid you down, cocooning you into his blankets before rushing to the other side of the bed and holding you in his arms.

He turned to look at you as he cradled your body against his, 'Do you feel better now? Still sore?', the question seemed genuine.

'No, Cheollie. I feel amazing. I've never felt this good before, actually.'

'That good, huh? I told you I was the best! But don't worry, baby. Gonna keep your appointment every week like I promised. Gonna keep you in my bed every time you're feeling sore, yeah, baby? Don't even have to ask, I'll be waiting for you', he chuckled at himself as he said this, but being completely serious.

'Will you give me your special treatment again?', you giggled against his lips.

'That's for you and you only, baby', he replied as he closed the gap between you once more.

a/n: ok i mightve made reader a lil extra overdramatic this time but u guys have to understand. my back hurts like hell. so pls sympathize w reader bc shes lowkey my soul sister in that area 😭

I love dk.

Oral Fixation ☾

fiancé!dk x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: overstimulation, oral (f.), kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), squirting, face riding

Summary: Your hus

Word Count: 992

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(a/n: sum light 🗣️)

"Ugh...fuck–please don't stop,"

Your voice is breathy and weak. Your back meets the marble counter with a light force, providing support for your shaky legs.

The two of you hardly made it through the apartment door before Seokmin dropped to his knees and hiked up your dress. Your panties are pooled at your ankles He's had his mind on this all day, not that it's ever really a thought that escapes his mind.

Your hands grip his hair, tugging at the soft brown mane between your thighs. The diamond ring decorating your finger shines beautifully in the moonlight, reflecting slim beams even when buried in his hair. A string of moans escapes your glossed lips. Your hips move seemingly on their own, grinding down on his warm tongue.

He's suffocating in the best way possible. He could truly die a happy man right now. His fingers snake up your leg, gripping your inner thigh to hold you up.

You've been so stressed out lately with the wedding planning, he knows how badly you needed this. A night out with some drinks, and incredible head.

He detaches his lips, instantly replacing his mouth with his fingers. He doesn't pull away far, his nose still nudges against you sensitive clit. His digits disappear into your soaked cunt. He watches your face tighten in pleasure and your eyes screw shut. Your breathing grows heavy and your hips continue to grind down on his fingers and nose.

"Look at you," he grins. "So perfect, so needy."

His other hand travels toward his jeans. His cock is painfully hard, noticeably poking against the confines of his jeans. He doesn't indulge too much, palming himself lightly as his real focus remains on you.

Your head falls back when he attaches his lips to your clit. He sucks on your sensitive bud and his skillful fingers curl inside of your soaked cunt.

He thrusts his fingers into you and his digits are completely covered in your arousal. You taste so sweet on his tongue, he can't help but let out a moan against you.

The vibrations quickly travel through your body, causing goosebumps to arise on your arms and legs. "Don't stop," you pant. "Please... 'm so close."

It never takes long. The second his mouth travels below your belt, you know you're a goner. He's addicted to the way you taste and how you moan and writhe against him when his mouth is on you.

His fingers pick up pace and he sucks on your clit harsher. Your hand grips his hair harder, and the other holds onto the edge of the marble counter tightly.

Your high hits you before you can warn him again, but with how your moans grew more high-pitched and your thighs began trembling, he knew it was coming. Your eyes roll back and your hips jerk against his face as your body is overwhelmed with pleasure.

He fucks you through it, working his fingers into your cunt and refusing to allow a gap between his swollen lips and yours. You come down from your high, but the euphoric feeling doesn't settle.

The pleasure is never ending, it continues to build without stopping. If you weren't sensitive already, you definitely were now. Your head drops and you stare at your fiancé as he continues to devour you.

Oh fuck. He's not stopping. His grip on your thighs tightens, holding you in place as he continues to guide his tongue through your folds. "Oh my f– baby..."

He doesn't mean to overstimulate you. He's just got a bit of an.... oral fixation, especially when it comes to you. He can't help but fall deeper every second he's with you.

Every inch of his body and being is enthralled by you. He's got so much love to give you, and he's just gotta give it to you.

His fingers speed up again, curling at the perfect angle to press against the spot that drives you crazy. Your legs tremble with vigor, even in his tight grip. Your head falls back again and your back slumps against the counter as your eyelids falls shut.

The pleasure is a lot to handle, but it's so fucking good. It's overwhelmingly good and you never want it to stop. You can feel your arousal dripping down your inner thighs.

"Shit, I can't–ah!" You struggle to form a sentence. Your mind is overridden with pleasure and you can't think. The only thought flowing through your mind is moremoremoremoremore.

You tug at his hair and he groans in pleasure. His cock is throbbing and he can feel himself getting more and more turned on with each passing second.

His tongue circles your swollen clit and your second orgasm follows soon after. You cum even harder, mind going blank with pleasure and vision going blurry. A rush of fluid paints his face, clear evidence of your pleasure that will serve as a reminder for him.

He finally pulls away from your spent pussy. The tingling between your thighs doesn't stop, even as your vision clears up and you tune back in with your senses.

Your head tilts down, admiring your handsome husband-to-be. You blink away the tears prickling the corners of your eyes and admire the features of his face.

His head tilts back as you push some of his hair out of his face with your palm. His soft brown eyes meet yours. They're half-lidded, teeming with lust, admiration, and so much love.

He licks his lips slowly, relishing in your taste. You're still breathing heavily, chest rising and falling as your lungs expand. "Glad you finally decided to give me a break."

He stands to his feet, hovering over you in his full stature. His hands wrap around your hips and he lifts you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his torso and allow him to carry you toward the bedroom.

"Sweetheart, I'm just getting started." He grins.

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this man has the power to transform me into Lana Del Rey and make me recite all her songs in front of him.

Get ready… To destroy this fake hero society.

stupid ugly loser. i hope he dies. (i love him)

messy 𐙚 jung sungchan

warnings. eludes to sub!sungchan, oral m receiving, hair pulling, spit, cum swallowing, riding, unprotected sex, crying, overstimulation, sungchan whimpers.

wc. 3.6k

summary. your best friend is stressed, so you decide to help him relax.

not proofread!! trying to get back into writing teehee

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“channie”

“hmm?” sungchan looked up from his phone, eyes narrowing at the sight of you standing in front of the couch he was sat on “what’s wrong?”

“i’m fine” you responded, hands settling on your hips “but you look so tired, have you been resting well?” he sighed and let his phone fall against his chest.

“what do you think?”

“when was the last time you got to relax?” sungchan let his head fall to the side as you sat on the edge of the sofa next to him “you haven’t, have you?”

“no” he looked at you as he leaned back further into the sofa “but that’s why i’m here, i’m always more relaxed when you’re around”

“then let me help you” your fingers crawled up the side of his thigh, nails raking over the his skin just underneath his shorts “we both know i can”

sungchan let his eyes fall to where your fingers reached his skin, he sucked in a breath as he watched you carefully “what happened to it not happening again?” you sighed almost dramatically at sungchan’s question, you could hear a lacing of amusement in his tone.

“i’m just trying to help you, sungchan” he didn’t say much, his legs parted a little wider as if to signal for you to kneel between them.

“then help”

you didn’t respond to his words, deciding to act instead by sliding down onto your knees between his legs. you looked up at sungchan as your fingers curled around the hem of his shorts, gently pulling at the material to reveal his cock to you.

sungchan was visibly blessed, thick and long. it would take anyone at least a few times with him to be able to properly take him, you were already there though. you had found yourself with sungchan’s cock in your hand on countless occasions, not being able to deny yourself of the pleasure he gives you and going back to him each time.

you were best friends, sungchan was always there for you when you needed him and vice versa, you just happened to find yourselves supporting eachother physically as well as emotionally and neither of you saw an issue with it. you’d tried to stop, each time telling each other it would be the last time but ultimately it never is.

it didn’t inconvenience anyone though, sungchan happened to love the feeling of your mouth around his cock almost as much as the feeling of having your cunt wrapped around it.

sungchan watched you as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing him as he hardened under your touch. his lips parted to let out a few deep breaths once your hand slid along his cock, covering his length with your thumb brushing over his tip before you dragged it back down to the base.

he sighed when he watched the way your tongue peaked out and circled the tip of his cock. your lips closed around the head whilst you dragged your tongue through the slit, precum beginning to seep out of him. you always knew how to tease him and push him to the edge, it didn’t take a lot for you to get under sungchan’s skin, he let you get to him quicker than he should’ve, always leaving him needier and more restless than he wished to be.

his fingers inched forward and laced through your hair as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, trying to relax your jaw in order to take as much as him as you could. you swallowed around his cock, whimpering when you felt his his fingers pulling at your hair. your whimper sent a shiver through his veins, vibrations flowing through this cock.

“god” sungchan let his head tip back against the sofa, giving up on forcing himself to watch you inch your mouth down on his cock and deciding to sit back and bask in the pleasure instead. your mouth always left him in ecstasy, tongue aways pushing him to the brink of spilling into your mouth a few minutes quicker than he wished to “fuck”.

your mouth also left him vocal. he wasn’t shy of hiding his moans for any one he was with but you brought them out of him, he physically couldn’t hold them back when you sucked him cock. you pulled noises out of him that sungchan didn’t even know he made. the moans, the curses, the whimpers.

sungchan’s whimpers drove you insane. you knew he was reaching the point of no return when whimpers began to slip from his swollen lips. his parted lips and heavy breathing from the feeling of your lips being dragged up and down his cock allowing whimpers to slip out.

it all reached its peak when his fingers tightened in your hair once you let the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. the feeling of you gagging around him unashamedly turned sungchan on endlessly, being able to feel, see and hear you pushing yourself in order to please him sent him spiralling. he wanted to show you how good you made him feel by spilling his cum into your mouth and he wanted to warn you but he couldn’t.

a broken whimper slipped from him the moment he tried to speak, he didn’t need to speak in order for you to know what was coming. you knew his body well enough to know when he was close, the way his thighs tensed under your fingers and how broken his moans became. sometimes he managed to eek out a few pleads and begs, please falling from his lips like a song, the word being repeated multiple times as he begged you to let him cum even though he knew you were going to anyway. it was out of habit, to sungchan the only thing he could think of in the moment was the way your mouth took his cock and he needed to show you how much he appreciated you for it.

his appreciation came in the form of him spilling his cum into your mouth with a somewhat loudish whimper of your name. he always tried his hardest to lift his head and open his eyes when he came, he loved the sight of his cum filling your mouth to the point bits of it trickled out of your mouth and down your lips, usually seeping out only your jaw and falling onto your chest. he loved the way you so eagerly swallowed every drop of him and smiled sweetly at him after. you really knew exactly how to make him relax.

but you weren’t done with sungchan, not tonight at least. you didn’t believe one orgasm was enough to help him truly relax, you needed to give him more, something that would truly help him forget about all of his stress. so when you stood up, instead of sitting down next to him you decided to straddle his lap, hands sitting on his shoulders as your knees rested either side of his body on the sofa.

sungchan was quick to welcome you onto his lap, fingers instantly falling to your waist as he looked at you through the strands of his fringe, his eyes tired from his previous orgasm. you could feel his cock pressing against the thin material of your shorts, the lack of underwear you had on underneath them gave you the perfect feel of his cock.

he found himself letting out a shaky breath as he looked at you, a whine slipping from him as you ground yourself down against his cock. he was sensitive, the tip of his cock felt raw against the rough fabric of your shorts. he was in agony as he felt the way it stuck to your slick cunt. he wanted to feel it directly against him.

“need you” his voice was weak, his demeanour turning fragile as he told you what he needed.

“how bad?” your question was innocent enough, fingers trailing down his body, finding he hem of his shirt so you could push them underneath the clothing. you dug your nails into his abs before pushing his shirt over his head, hips still moving against his, clothed cunt still pressing against his hardening cock.

“so bad” his voice deepened, a weak groan leaving him as he confessed just how bad he needed to feel you wrapped around his cock. he sighed when he felt your fingers brush further down his body until they left him completely, reaching to push the fabric of your own shorts apart with one hand and using the other to wrap around the base of his cock.

you looked at him as you brushed his cock against your slick clit, his eyes were focused on the way you held his cock, waiting impatiently for you to sink down on him so he could feel your warmth wrapping tightly around him.

there was no way you couldn’t not give him what he needed, his cock was already throbbing in your hand, he was hissing slightly at the oversensitivity. you knew how much of a mess he’d be once he was inside of you and you were excited to see it.

sungchan’s fingers pressed into the skin of your waist, tucked under your shirt as you finally gave him his relief. pressing the head of his cock against the entrance of your cunt and slowly sinking down on the head. his eyes were drowsy as he watched the scene in front of him, he looked completely out of it when you sunk down on the rest of his cock in one go, taking every inch of him with ease.

the wetness of your cunt swallowed him whole, you squeezed around him once he was fully seated inside of you, stilling in his lap as you adjusted to the way he filled you up. your fingers went back to his stomach, hands flattening against his abs as you lifted yourself on his cock before dropping back down with a sigh.

sungchan allowed his eyes to close and his head to fall back as you rode his cock, his lips were parted and his breathing was unsteady. he let you squeeze around him and use him, feeling himself grow complete weak and incapable under your touch. he was a mess.

“you’re so big sungchannie” the moan you let out with your words broke him, a deep, high pitched moan came from his lips. one thing sungchan couldn’t handle was your praise, especially when you moaned it out as prettily as you did.

“you like it” he tried to be cocky but the wavering in his voice failed him, he couldn’t help the whimper that came out with his words too. you giggled at him, a whimper leaving your own lips as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“i love it” your fingers trailed from his stomach to his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples before reaching his shoulders, your nails dug into his skin as you bounced on his lap “love your cock so much” his cock throbbed inside of you, your walls clenched around him, tightly hugging him. “always fills me up so well” your words went right to his head, and his cock, sungchan felt himself grow dizzy as you worshipped his cock.

if you kept talking to him the way you were, sungchan knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, not with how well you’re soaked walls were moving around his cock. you knew he was close with the way his fingers dug deeper into your skin, his nails were almost drawing blood from you with how hard they were pressed into you.

sungchan lifted his head up, your hands left his shoulders and pushed into his hair. his head fell forward almost instantly, he buried his face in your neck as you continued to move on his cock, his lips pressed against your neck whilst he whined against your skin. “i’m so close” his voice was broken, his eyes wet as you rode him harder. his hands fell to your ass as he tried to take what you gave him “god you always fuck me so well” there was a higher pitch to his usually steady voice, whimpers leaving him every few seconds as he grew closer to the edge.

“you’re so sweet sungchannie” he whined again, hands pulling your body closer to his as he began to let his cum leak into you. the whines he let out turned into moans, broken moans. he couldn’t do anything as his cum spilled into you, his body grew slack and his grip became harsher, his second orgasm had hit him harder than his first, the feeling of his already sensitive cock releasing another load of cum made his body shiver.

sungchan’s moans were sweet, especially when he was mid orgasm. you could feel tears well up in his eyes as he filled you with his cum, letting every drop of it spill into you until he physically couldn’t let anymore out. he found himself collapsing back against the sofa, his eyes barely open as you slowed down your movements on his cock.

“wanna watch your cum” sungchan’s voice was tired, he was breathing heavily, his body drained as he watched you “always so pretty when you cum” he still sounded and looked weak. your fingers tightened their grip on his hair as you moved quicker on his cock again, one of your hands dropping down to your clit so you could rub it in times with the way you were fucking yourself on his cock.

sungchan didn’t take his eyes off you, keeping watch of the way you began falling apart around his cock, taking all of him with each bounce up and down. he found himself obsessed with the overstimulation as well as watching you get yourself off, your fingers moved so well around your clit, your whimpers were so pretty as you brought yourself closer to the edge. sungchan was pretty sure he could’ve came again with how well you were taking his cock.

“so close sungchannie” your whine made him groan, his used cock throbbed painfully inside of you as you pushed yourself over the edge. your thighs were tense as your orgasm washed over you, walls clamping down around his cock, his cum making it easier for you to glide up and down on it as you came around him.

you collapsed against his chest, his large hands brushed under your shirt and rested against the curve of your back. you felt his lips touch the side of your head as the two of you recovered from way you rode his cock, both breathing heavily.

sungchan’s fingers drew circles against the skin of your back as his eyes shut, he was sure the two of you would fall asleep in the position you were in with his cock still seated deep inside of you but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. sungchan thought waking up with you wrapped around his cock was potentially the best way he could ever wake up.

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What a silly man

DAI ALI DRI SABAK DADDY BEH. HE'S SO FUCKING HOT.

I’ve been reading The Feral One by @avoxrising and I’m literally experiencing withdrawal after that last chapter, I jus stared at my phone for about ten minutes like

At the end of the day i know ill never find someone that makes me happy the way you do

And i love you more than i love myself

I love when you flirt badly and i love when you compare yourself to literary icons

I love when you laugh when i say anything

I love how you always move because of your anxiety

I love how you really understand me like no one does or ever will

But will you ever love me?

I need you

Things women be having

Credits:reposted many times at pinterest so idk

<3

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me during day 20 of quarantine